In the middle of the night, a man found himself laying in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind was consumed with thoughts of a woman he had met at a party earlier in the week. She was a middle eastern beauty, with long, dark hair and big, curvy hips. Her breasts were perfect, and she had an air of confidence and mystery that he couldn’t resist.
He couldn’t get her out of his mind, and as he lay there in the darkness, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He slipped out of bed, and quietly made his way to his office. He closed the door behind him, and sat down at his desk.
He opened his laptop, and began to search for her. He didn’t know her last name, but he remembered that she was from Syria. He scrolled through page after page of search results, until he finally found her. She was a model, and her Instagram page was filled with pictures of her in various states of undress.
He felt his cock grow hard as he looked at the pictures. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. He scrolled through the pictures, until he came to one that caught his eye. She was naked, and she was lying on a bed. Her legs were spread, and she was touching herself.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached down, and began to stroke his cock. He closed his eyes, and imagined that it was her hand on his cock. He imagined that she was lying in front of him, and that he was fucking her.
He opened his eyes, and looked at the picture again. He could see the wetness on her fingers, and he could imagine how tight and wet her pussy was. He imagined licking her pussy, and tasting her juices.
He couldn’t resist any longer. He stood up, and walked over to his bed. He lay down, and closed his eyes. He imagined that she was there, with him. He imagined that she was touching him, and that she was kissing him.
He reached down, and began to stroke his cock again. He imagined that it was her hand on his cock, and he imagined that she was guiding it into her pussy. He imagined that he was fucking her, hard and deep.
He could feel himself getting close to cumming. He opened his eyes, and looked at the picture again. He imagined that she was looking at him, and that she was moaning with pleasure. He imagined that she was cumming, and that he was cumming with her.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He closed his eyes, and let go. He felt his cum shoot out of his cock, and he imagined that it was filling her pussy. He imagined that she was cumming again, and that she was moaning with pleasure.
He lay there, spent and satisfied. He couldn’t believe what he had just done. He had just cum, while looking at a picture of a woman he had never even met. He knew that it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. He was drawn to her, and he couldn’t resist the temptation.
He got up, and walked back to his office. He closed the laptop, and put it away. He got back into bed, and tried to sleep. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to be with her.
He knew that he had to see her again. He had to talk to her, and he had to touch her. He had to taste her. He had to make her his own.
He closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep. He dreamed of her, and in his dream, they were together. They were in bed, and they were naked. He was touching her, and she was touching him. He was kissing her, and she was kissing him back.
He could feel himself getting hard again, and he knew that he had to have her. He had to make her his own. He knew that he would do whatever it took to make that happen.
He woke up, and looked at the clock. It was 6am. He got out of bed, and got dressed. He walked to the kitchen, and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table, and thought about her.
He knew that he had to see her again. He had to talk to her, and he had to touch her. He had to taste her. He had to make her his own.
He finished his coffee, and got up. He walked to the door, and opened it. He stepped out into the morning sun, and took a deep breath. He knew that today was the day. He was going to see her again, and he was going to make her his own.
He walked down the street, and turned the corner. He saw her, standing there, waiting for him. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. He walked up to her, and took her hand.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello,” she said, smiling.
He looked into her eyes, and he knew that he had found his match. He knew that he had found the one. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.
He took her hand, and led her back to his apartment. He closed the door behind them, and turned to her.
“I want you,” he said.
“I want you too,” she said, smiling.
He took her in his arms, and kissed her. He could feel her body against his, and he knew that this was it. This was the moment. He was going to make her his own.
He picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed, and looked at her. She was naked, and she was beautiful. He could see the wetness on her pussy, and he knew that she was ready for him.
He climbed on top of her, and looked into her eyes. He could see the desire in them, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
He kissed her again, and then he moved down to her breasts. He sucked on her nipples, and he could feel her body shaking with pleasure. He moved down to her pussy, and he started to lick her. He could taste her juices, and he knew that she was ready for him.
He climbed on top of her, and he guided his cock into her pussy. He could feel her tightness, and he knew that this was it. This was the moment. He started to fuck her, hard and deep.
She moaned with pleasure, and he could feel her pussy tightening around his cock. He knew that she was cumming, and he knew that he was cumming with her.
He collapsed on top of her, and they lay there, spent and satisfied. He looked into her eyes, and he knew that he had found his match. He knew that he had found the one. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.
He rolled off of her, and lay down next to her. He took her hand, and looked into her eyes.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” she said, smiling.
He knew that this was it. He knew that he had found his match. He knew that he had found the one. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.
He closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep. He dreamed of her, and in his dream, they were together. They were in bed, and they were naked. He was touching her, and she was touching him. He was kissing her, and she was kissing him back.
He knew that this was it. He knew that he had found his match. He knew that he had found the one. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her.
And he did. They spent the rest of their lives together, and they were happy. They never forgot that first night, when they met, and when they made love. They never forgot the passion and the pleasure that they shared. They never forgot the love that they had for each other.
They lived happily ever after.
