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I've always wondered what effect do completely change hair color.

I know that personality should not depend on the actual physical but I wanted to try to be a warning for a time. So I am a dye procured, than temporary, and I have made my hair blacks, raven.

This disruption does not have aesthetic, initially, had no effect other than a series of real and compliments felt and another series of compliments more "diplomatic". But I liked my face in the mirror, tanned skin seemed enhanced haired blacks ... were it not for that the blond tuft below ... But I did not want to dye there too!



After days of rain the summer seemed finished, but here again the sun. Her warmth awakens my senses but I am home alone for days, I just have to wait for the return of my man scaricargli him all the passion of this woman who looks in the mirror and sees in her eyes reflected a passion unfulfilled.

I have to distract, rather a good book while I enjoy the sun on the terrace.

I undress and try a costume in the closet, I want something that does not leave a mark on her back ... see ...



- And who the heck is it now? - I wonder out loud when the phone rings.

- Yes? - Ask and answer at the same time

- Prize female? - Request a male voice on the other side.



The belly I contracting as a series of mixed feelings invade my body.



- That was me, yes. - Respond with the voice that betrays a strong emotion - But now the game one night, but now no longer! - Add up too fast

- I want you, the female that I had that night ... - says the voice



A painful sense of emptiness in the stomach makes me whisper



- I told you ... it was just a game of an evening, are not available to other games. - But what am I saying?

- What can convince you to play again?

- Nothing!

- You want to play again, I feel it in your voice ... you can not hide! - He says



But how do you see through me on the phone, I wonder.

He's right, but I do not want to play with him or any man that is not mine, I want him now, here ... but there!



- I propose a game ... - The voice says

- What? - I find myself responding immediately and I curse myself.

- Become another woman! - He proposes

- What do you mean?

- Trick otherwise, wearing something that you never put, choose those jewels that you left in the bottom drawer ... go out and look for a dress that is not your style. Invented a name, a job, a story that is not your hair ... tingiti.



The last sentence makes me jump, and maybe he feels the phone because it adds:



- Then let woo ...



Something in this proposal is exciting and I feel that I am about to enter the game. Seeking an extreme defense stating:



- Could I become a woman you do not like!

- I do not think ... the female in you would be able to upset any man ... always!

- How can you be sure?

- Become what you want: a cheating wife ...

- That they already are! - The drowned

- A single uninhibited, a career woman, a young student, a saint or a whore, a virgin or a nymphomaniac ... you can be whatever you want with me!

- If I become a bitch you do not agree, you pay me! - I try to soften the tone of the call.

- Whatever you want, I'll play.



I remain silent too long while I dream all the shares he described.



- You'll love it! - Adds

- I have not said yes!

- But you're thinking. - Insists that persuasive voice.





The time to prepare and leave the house.

I wore the black suit and light that I had folded and tucked in a box above the closet, I get in the car and put on his glasses blacks too big for my face that I kept only in case of breakage of my favorites. I have no nut on him. Under her suit jacket rub my nipples while I lean hard on the fabric to fit the ignition key. The high-heeled shoes compel me to a position of the foot which are no longer used, and this reminds me that now I am not Laura. I put in motion and I head to the appointment.

It is early afternoon and the sun warms up, I close the windows and turn on the climate in the central rear view mirror, my mind to check the hairstyle. The hair surrounding a face unrecognizable blacks in those glasses. But the excitement inside me is always the same one that guided me in all my follies.



He did not recognize me, so I take his indecision trying to stare so I approached him.



- Lau ... - he starts

- I'm not her, I am Silvia today.



He steps back and looks at me, then gulped:

- You look great with your hair blacks ...

- Silvia is default! - I point out.



I chose this name in honor of my friend known on holiday, she is brunette and beautiful!



- Have a drink? - Question



I agree and I follow after having slipped his arm under hers. Ancheggio without heels, as I begin to breathe the scent of male.



- Then, Silvia, what do you do? - He asks in an attempt to enter the game.

- Silvia came to get fucked! - I admit, maybe a little voice 'too high.



While some customers will turn to us he remains quietly appalled by my frankness.



Have a drink, then invites me to his home near here on the hill.

As I climb into his car's jacket opens showing the naked breasts underneath, he stares at me, then I gently undoes the only button. The jacket opens in hand, remains completely resting on the breast but finds the rest. He tried to touch my skin, but then decides to start up and party while I relax on the seat. We do not talk much during the journey is too busy to look at me the breast.



- I wonder what you have under your skirt ... - attacking him



Breathe in deeply, then:



- What you want!



He is speechless, I realize that would mean something but could not.



Once in his house begins a tour of view, leading me in the first garden and I talk about his passion for flowers, suggests they visit the rest of the house. He's trying to carry on the game by himself proposed, but has not yet realized that, for me, the game has yet to begin, and not what he imagines.



- Have a nice pool ... carefully hidden among the trees. - I point out.

- Yes, summer is my refuge, there seems to be everywhere but not in the city

- Beautiful indeed!



While pronouncing the last sentence I take off my suit jacket and lay it on a table, then without turning, telescoping legs alternately lifting shoes. The launch look and undo my skirt that falls at my feet. I remain motionless before him with Article blacks wearing panties and expect a move that is not his, then I take off my panties and also rests on the skirt.



- How about a bath? - I ask



Without waiting for his reply I headed to the pool, walk slowly putting one foot before the other on an imaginary line. So what effect has this passage on my buttocks and I can imagine where his eyes are focused.

I go down the ladder into the water, very slowly. Laura would be dipped but Silvia enters in this way.

The water comes to my breast, it is a nice feeling after being forced into that suit is too heavy for the season. I do not see him, looking around the pool but it has vanished.

Back after a while with a bottle in a bucket of ice and two glasses, which settles on the board. He wore a robe very sober and definitely expensive.



- Want some 'wine? - Asks me while pouring the liquid straw.

- Is your other fluid that I want in! - Answer already excited by the idea of ​​what's going to happen.



He stares at me for so long that the wine begins to sbordare the glass, then a glance:



- You are unique!

- Do you?

- Yes, you are beautiful and sexy and you know what it means to be female!

- These are just words ... - I tease him

- Drink with me, then these words will be reversed on him.



She hands me a cup filled to agree although I fear the effect on an empty stomach.



- Come inside!



The invitation after he placed the empty glass on the edge. The double meaning of this phrase turns my uterus. I'm almost delirious with the desire to have him inside me and he is already excited. I notice a nice bulge in his bathrobe, and I enjoy the idea of ​​having generated just with my words and my naked body in the water. I have not felt her hands on him, I have not even touched down but it is energized. I want and I want him now, the mind does not think of anything but the embrace, her flesh that pushes and opens up to fill the emptiness I feel inside.

He sits on the rim and leave your legs sinking into the water, look at me as if he had never seen a woman before, and this, I admit, gratifies me enormously.

I approach him, untie the robe and I find his sex to his face, no wait I take it between your lips and suck and swallow it. He trembles and strokes my head and shoves his hand through my hair and pressed his pelvis against forcing me to swallow him up in his throat. I like this show of force, excites me to be forced at times, but the game should take very, very little. I love having control of the situation. He seems to read my brain and releases the socket immediately.

I like this man, attracts me to understand that demonstrates to me.

Step tongue slowly over the glans and I enjoy her moans satisfied.



- Come on out ... - invites me to leave the water

- I want you! - Whisper



I turn and I go back to the ladder, he offers me his hand and takes me to a mattress.



- Get down! - I pray

- No, you lie down. - I answer.



He stares at me in the eye while sitting, but instead of grabbing the buttocks, and lying to me holding me and sticks his face between my legs. His tongue quickly found her clit, it settles in the soft lips and a tear I cry.



- No, I'm in ... now! - I confess as I flinch



He extends and holds, with one hand, the member in a vertical position.

I position it on him, I do not support the knees, but I get off the ground with bowed legs. Her sex makes its way in me, slips in and satisfies me. Fill the emptiness I feel sad that grips me for days, my stomach is opened for him then tightens around his meat. I remain motionless to savor this feeling and its gentle push, then I kneel and start to move. I feel it slipping too easily inside me, too lubricated and dilated. The feelings are weak but that's what we want for now. I will not enjoy right away, I do not want that pleasure can surpass that feeling of contentment that I feel. I know that soon I will begin to crave the pleasure and I will do everything to enjoy, the mind will have a single purpose and does not allow me to fully appreciate this wonderful feeling that gives me back my full body of a man's flesh.

He caresses me, gently at first then more and more sensually. His hands are everywhere, with eyes closed I can not figure out where to go and lean on me since I enjoy that I touched her nipples. Then a thrill of delight runs through my body, it is spread everywhere and spills into the vagina.

Start up and down on him, I enjoy the lounge and intense penetration. Change in position, and I turn to hear him press hard into me.

I enjoy, I go up and come down on him relentlessly. When I try to let him drop everything in me, I want to hear, I want it right into your soul if possible.



- Come over me! - I pray to him at some point.



He apparently just waiting.

I lie down and he is immediately between my legs, my thrusts and begins to throw me. I like to hear him panting above me, like his vigorous pushes. Lift your hips and push down the pubis, so I feel better.



- So ... so ... you will not resist! - He gasps



I know how I feel so much better than me he is more stimulated by myself.



- I'm going to come ... do not stop now! - I beg



He keeps the pace despite breathing faster and faster, he suggests that it is the limit.

I look at him, her face is flushed but not spring.

He returns my gaze and my eyes are too full of pleasure.

I hear him moaning and I take a long drive along the shaft of his penis, something I am filled with wet belly. He slows down but does not stop.

One more push, and I resent it deeply penetrates the sweet shock followed ejaculation.

He is spitting inside ...

My orgasm party at that precise moment.

Arch my back and scream, then I let instinct do the rest.



It is late afternoon when he me back to the stand where I left the car. I still have a belly full of his semen and I can not support any discussion. He sometimes looks at me, seems determined to say something then silent.

As I get out of his car he asked me:



- I'll see you again?

- Silvia died today.

- And Laura?

- Laura is not Silvia!



I say as I head towards the car.