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Running Away After Flirting Cute Man

Running Away After Flirting Cute Man

Nanette Frost

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After a breakup, I started an online romance with a younger guy. After spending the night with him, I planned to get dressed and leave. Who would have thought he was determined not to break up and became clingy...

Chapter 1

The man in the suit was tightly bound with a tawny hemp rope.

He was on his knees, with a brilliant-hued rose held in his mouth.

I intertwined the ropes across his back, merging his wrists and arms into an intricate pattern of rope.

The man uttered a muffled groan, and two rose petals of sanguine hue dropped onto the floor.

I smiled slightly but did not stop.

His face appeared even paler, yet with a blood-red rose in his mouth, the contrast was strikingly vivid.

His muscles began to tremble slightly, and a coarse voice continuously emanated from his mouth.

I leisurely sat in front of him, my high heels clicking, and admired his appearance from above.

The man before me was strikingly handsome.

His beautiful eyes were half-closed, the elongated corners tinged with tears, exuding a pale yet brooding aura.

The red rose that was being lightly bitten in his mouth further accentuated his beauty of a combination of red and white.

This was the first male friend I met online, very young, only twenty-two.

We got acquainted via an online application. Since I learned about this thrilling and forbidden delight from this younger man, it was as if a new world had been unveiled to me. Every few days, when I was in a restless mood, during my menstruation, or when I was in a bad mood or unhappy, I would torment him severely.

He would do everything he could to make me happy; it was a mutual agreement.

Everything seemed to change three months ago, when I found out that my boyfriend had cheated on me.

My boyfriend, Richard Burton, was the one with whom I had been in a relationship for three years.

We were already discussing marriage, but because I refused to sleep with him, he turned to another woman. He even added insult to injury by calling me a hypocrite!

My parents are honest people, lifelong farmers. From my childhood, they had educated me that "Women should protect themselves well" and that premarital sexual activity was not permitted. As a result, I had a very strong sense of morality and had never slept with any man.

However, what was the use of being so conservative?

I was still a virgin at 27, and my boyfriend also cheated on me.

With an inner void, my friend downloaded the app for me and then I incidentally got to know this young and charming younger man before me.

Initially, it was just for fun and to vent.

But strangely, after a few encounters, I was not averse to him in the slightest. I even felt quite relished being coaxed by him and even had the intention of entrusting my first time to him.

Although it was my first time playing such a shameful game, I had fantasized about it countless times.

I subjected him to all kinds of humiliation and demanded from him at will.

Under my 'torment', he trembled with excitement.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in the bathtub, before the full-length mirror, we played our consensual games.

Indeed, there was a thrill in conquering a proud spirit.

Perhaps my smile carried a tinge of provocation, or perhaps it was overly brilliant.

In an instant, the man was captivated by my smile, as if driven mad by my provocation.

He appeared as if maddened by my provocation, gazing at my me, possessing an unyielding and fierce spirit, and then he lunged at me!

The game spiraled out of control!

I was so frightened I took a step back, trying to escape...

But I failed...

Afterwards, as I lay in a daze, still not fully recovered, the young man whispered teasingly in my ear, "Was it really your first time, Dolores? Do you like it when I'm bold? I can make you even happier... Is it that my figure is not attractive enough that you don't show any interest in my good looks any more..."

The man deliberately elongated the ending syllable and indolently raised his eyes, smiling at me.

I suddenly snapped awake!

Glancing at the young man who was lying on the bed, I was thoroughly perplexed.

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