Dalila has two great passions: Italy and great men. When the two come together, a great night seems to be guaranteed.
But what happens next is a big surprise for the beautiful escort lady from Aurelie Secret Escort…
The great composer Giuseppe Verdi once said: “You can have the whole universe, I only want Italy…”
And he was so right. I love this country, its beauty, its diversity, its food and its people.
To be honest: my entire longing belongs to this country.
And that’s why I was almost electrified when Ewa, owner of Aurelie Secret Escort, asked me if I had time for a date with an Italian, very likeable, in his early 50s, 1.80 meters tall and sporty.
What a question!
Only I’m in Berlin at the moment and he wants to meet me today at the Hotel Atlantic in Hamburg.
In love with a beautiful voice
“That’s a shame,” said Ewa, ”he really wanted to get to know you. He fell in love with your voice.
Now I’m really on fire. My spoken interview on the Aurelie Secret Escort website made this man want to get to know me. He must be really exciting.
“Can’t he stay in Hamburg until tomorrow? Please ask him, please,” I beg Ewa – but without much hope.
Just because he likes my voice, he certainly won’t stay a day longer…
It’s much more likely that he’ll enjoy the evening with one of my beautiful colleagues from Aurelie Secret Escort.
I want to spend a night with him
Somehow I’m almost jealous at the thought…
His self-description, but above all what Ewa, who spoke to him on the phone for a long time, told me about him and knows me and my preferences well, really turned me on. I want to spend a night with this man I don’t even know. I want to have sex with him – absolutely!
The thought of him makes me wet.
And while I’m fantasizing, Ewa writes to tell me that he’d be happy to meet me tomorrow evening.
Really? How cool!
He’s waiting for me – and I’m really excited! Inspired by my thoughts of him, I start to feel a sense of anticipation that makes me wet for the first time.
Impatient, I leave Berlin early the next day and arrive at the meeting point too early. Much too early.
It’s actually unprofessional of me to disturb him so early. But different rules apply to this man!
Maybe he’s just as impatient as I am.
Anyway, I text Ewa that I’m already there. Two minutes later I get an answer: He’s already waiting for you – in the bar.
His charisma excites me from the very first second
And there it is. Wow! He looks even better than I imagined. His charisma immediately captivates me, there’s something arousing about him.
I’m actually really cool in situations like this, but now I’m really nervous and hope that he likes me too.
But the way his eyes sparkle when he sees me, the chances are good.
I’m so happy that it worked out and that this man will be my lover for tonight.
We embrace passionately and our first kiss is like the promise of a wild, passionate night.
This night should never end.
And that’s also because this man smells wonderful. I breathe him in and can’t wait to explore his body, to arouse and satisfy him.
After the first few minutes of our conversation (he is clever, funny, charming, attentive – in short: perfect), he asks me to stay longer than the agreed hours.
And we are still sitting in the foyer of the Atlantic. I want to shout “yes” at the top of my voice, I want to be with him so badly.
I want to feel this man inside me
We drink and talk, laugh and touch each other as a matter of course. My desire for him increases immeasurably. I want to feel this man inside me!
The way he thinks, communicates and looks at me makes me hornier and hornier. He excites me so much that I’m so annoyed that we’re not alone in the elevator. I’d be all over him in a heartbeat.
But finally in the room, it was time!
Every kiss is like a small orgasm, an erotic fire burned within minutes, the likes of which I have rarely experienced. His Italian passion was intoxicating and I always had the feeling that it was all about me and my satisfaction. He understood lovemaking as such with a perfection that made me experience one climax after another. My body trembled with lust and passion, I wanted him to continue…
And I wanted to give him everything so that he, like me, would have one of the most unforgettable nights of his life.
We both harmonized in every way and gave ourselves completely to everything. Neither of us asked for boundaries, we both dived into a wild maelstrom of passionate eroticism without any restrictions or taboos.
Sometimes wild and hard, sometimes loving and tender, but always completely from both sides. Until a simultaneous, incredibly long and intense orgasm. We came and came, for minutes on end. The French call the orgasm La petite mort (the little death) – and we died it together at the same time in the highest ecstasy.
I could hardly move. And I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep his cock inside me, preferably for days…
