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Lying in my bed after a relaxing shower, I reflect on the amazing night I had. It was a delightful experience and I would do it all over again. That stranger took me to ecstasy. His touches, kisses and hands were divine. Every detail still makes me shiver, and my intimacy burns with desire for more of that stranger whose number I didn't have the courage to ask. The hot night was so much better than any experience I've ever had with my ex. Now I realize that all I needed was the right partner and the courage to try. Casual sex can be amazing and exciting and delicious, and I want more. I ended up falling asleep while reliving the moments of pleasure in my mind. When I wake up, I decide to take a shower to cheer myself up. I need to be ready to deal with my crazy friend who is sure to show up soon. When the hot shower water falls on me, my mind goes back to remembering the hot times of yesterday, making my body fire again.

With trembling hands and burning bodies, I can't resist touching myself. My right hand holds my breasts while the other slowly descends until it reaches my intimacy. When my fingers find my clit, my body contracts in a delicious shiver. Each caress makes me feel more and more pleasure, and my moans invade the entire environment. I speed up the pace of the caresses, feeling the boner intensify within me. I insert a finger into my intimacy and start stroking it as my moans get louder and louder. Finally, I explode into an overwhelming orgasm that leaves me completely dizzy. I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath, and step back into the shower to finish my shower. I wash every inch of my body carefully, feeling a little sensitive after the orgasm. When I get out of the shower, I go into the bedroom and throw myself on the bed, wrapped in a towel. I can't stop thinking about the stranger who drove me crazy the night before and I'm sorry for not asking for his number.

Lying in bed, I reflect on my life, remembering what I was like and how I fell in love with someone who didn't deserve my love.

But at the same time, I can't help thinking about the stranger who made me feel sensations I've never experienced before. Every touch of him on my body turns me on, just thinking about him makes me hallucinate.

He touches me with his deft hands and kisses me passionately, leaving my lips instantly red and swollen. Our bodies mingle in an intense and pleasurable fusion, and I feel completely surrendered to it.

When he enters me hard, I immediately and he continues with his fast, steady thrusts, pushing me to the edge of pleasure.

He pulls me by my hair as his hands caress my waist, making me bounce on his cock and beg for more and more.

His husky voice in my ear encourages me to come again, and I feel myself teetering on the brink of pleasure.

Suddenly, I'm interrupted by someone shaking my body and I wake up with a start.

"What is happening?" Ane asks me, worried.

"I was lying here and fell asleep," I respond quickly, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"I heard your groans, I thought you were getting sick," she insists.

"It was nothing, Ane. I have nothing to tell you," I say, knowing I'm in trouble.

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I need to get rid of these obsessive thoughts about the stranger. It was just a casual, pleasurable adventure. Now, I need to focus on my real life as Mel, the hardworking girl who always plays by the rules.

Today I still have some time to relax and rest before going back to work tomorrow. I'm my father's assistant at his company and tomorrow we have an important meeting with the new partner. I need to be prepared to help my father with whatever is necessary.

Suddenly, Ane interrupts me with questions about the moans she heard. I try to convince her that it was just a dream where I hurt myself and ended up moaning involuntarily, but she looks suspicious.

"Fool me I like it, Mel," she says.

I find his absurd ideas amusing and ask sarcastically, "Why else would I be moaning, Ane?"

She responds with a mischievous smile, "Maybe you weren't having a wet dream?"

When I get up and grab my robe, I realize I'm still naked. Ane asks me where I went, and I tell her the truth: I went to the bathroom and when I came back, she was gone. Ane, in turn, says that she met a guy and ended up going to a motel with him. As she talks, I can't help the stranger from the night before coming to mind.

I try to change the subject, but Ane insists I'm too holy and need to let go and enjoy life more. I go to the closet to get dressed, but Ane keeps following me and talking about the wonderful night she had with the cat she met.

Ane keeps talking about the night she had with her new host, but I can't stop thinking about the stranger who made me feel things I've never felt before. Should I put purity aside and give myself to someone like Ane suggests? My marriage ended a long time ago, but I still feel afraid of getting hurt again. As I get dressed, I try to put those thoughts out of my mind and enjoy my day off.

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My phone alarm keeps ringing, how annoying. It's time to go to work. Yesterday, my friend Ane stayed home late and talked non-stop, I like her a lot but sometimes she can be a little tiring.

I get up and take a shower. Then I choose a knee-length dress, tie a few stray strands of hair in a bun, and put on light makeup. To finish the look, I put on a blazer and a pair of high heels. I feel good and comfortable with my choice.

When I arrive at the company, I go directly to speak with my father. Despite being his assistant, I highly value my professionalism and treat all colleagues equally, without privileges. When I get to his door, I knock a few times and wait for his invitation to come in before saying,

"Good morning, Dad. I'm here to find out about the tasks I have to do today and to ask if there's anything I can help you with. I want to contribute to the company's success efficiently and responsibly."

"Good morning, daughter. How are you? How was your weekend? Your mom and I thought you'd come home to have lunch with us, but it seems there's been some misunderstanding."

"Hello, Dad. I'm fine, thank you. My weekend went smoothly. About lunch at home, I'm sorry if there was any misunderstanding, but I hadn't agreed to go this weekend. Anyway, we can make another appointment. And as for dinner, that would be a pleasure. Please let mom know we can arrange it. Now I need to get back to my activities. There are too many things to do on my to-do list."

While reviewing some documents, I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Upon allowing my entry, I came across a man behind my father. My reaction was one of intense fright, as I immediately recognized who that man was. I tried to get up, but my legs wobbled and my heart raced, almost jumping out of my mouth.

"Daughter, allow me to introduce Ricardo, our new partner."

I was completely paralyzed when I saw the unknown man in front of me. My voice faded and I didn't know how to react. Should I hide or run up to him and ask for a repeat dose? These crazy thoughts invaded my mind. But I quickly pulled myself to my feet, extending my hand toward him. He takes my hand and gently brings it to his lips, sending a shiver through my entire body. Despite the embarrassment, I see a slight smile on his face, indicating that he has noticed my reaction.