Secret Romance Part 7
On a Saturday afternoon, we decided to stroll along the South Bank, and I carried my digital camera with me. The main reason behind it was to capture more portraits of Zahra. We made a halt at a Spanish tapas place where we had an early dinner. Upon returning to our studio, it felt as though we were "together" for the first time. There was no need to check any clock, call anyone, or conceal anything. I switched on the electric heater.
Me: What now, Damir?
Damir: Do you know what the Bosnian elders say? No washing no fucking.
Zahra: So today you'll wash me again?
Damir: Yes, but today will be different from Thursday. Today, we'll bathe together. Based on what you've suggested in one of your emails in reference to Shirin, we'll wash each other.
Zahra: Alright, I'm heading to the bathroom.
I entered the bathroom to find the water already producing a thunderous sound. As I approached Zahra, I embraced her from behind and cradled her breasts in my palms.
Me: What do you call these beautiful fruits?
Zahra: Since when did my breasts get compared to apples?
Damir: This is not my original thought and doesn't trace its roots to the Bosnian language. The phrase "gudli sian sar phabai" appears in the songs of Balkan Roma which translates to "your breasts are like apples."
Afterwards, I started undoing her shirt buttons. When completed, I deposited the shirt on a shelf.
Me: Now it's your turn, Zahra.
Zahra undid my shirt buttons and pulled it over my head. She also untied my bra up. I caressed her breasts with the palm of my hand until her nipples hardened. Zahra then took a hold on my undershirt and allowed me to kneel in order to assist her to remove it. She worked upon undoing her skirt buttons as well. I let it fall to the floor, before removing her panties. She put her grip on my belt and separated it, in addition to its button and zipper. I stood bare-legged and in my undergarments, with an erection. Zahra took control of my penis using her hand, and proceeded to stroke it before grabbing the hem of my underwear, and removed them. She also kneeled in front of me, and kissed my erection tip. She additionally took my socks off her feet. Zahra and I both stood in the middle of the bathroom, nude and aroused. I turned the water off and stepped into the bathtub. I sat down and indicated for Zahra to join me.
She complied and sat in front of me, leaning backward. I picked up some soap and a sponge, and started to wash her back as she bent forward. When I finished, she turned and presented her back for me to clean her breasts. After which, she stood up, allowing me to wash her bottom, abdomen, groin, and limbs.
Me: It's your turn now.
She satisfied my request, and subsequently, she washed and dried me. I led Zahra to the couch.
I ventured into the closet, and extracted two red ropes and a chemise. I handed the chemise to Zahra, and dutifully unraveled the rope. I identified the bit of the first rope, and initiated approaching her, involuntarily facing her.
Me: Please, Zahra, lie down on your back and bring your knees close to your chest.
Zahra: But what about kissing, washing, spanking, and having sex?
Damir: The spanking will have to wait. As for the sex, if you are genuinely prepared...
Zahra: As ready as I'll ever be.
Me: Okay, then.
Zahra adopted the position I instructed. I caught hold of her right wrist and placed it near her right ankle, fastening them together with a simple two-column tie that I read about in a rope book. I proceeded by undertaking the same task with her left wrist and left ankle. Zahra's vagina, erogenous zone, and anus were all exposed to my exploratory tongue and fingers. I began to follow the number 8 design around her clitoris and labia. The purring-like noise she made felt similar to that of a little kitten.
Me: You taste divine, Zahra.
I delved further down and licked the area around her anus opening. I poked her opening with the tip of my tongue, but just slightly to trigger a loud moan. I pulled my head away from her crotch, then adeptly inserted my middle finger into her vagina, curling it slightly and maintained the digit there, while alternating between sucking on her clitoris. Zahra's snorts indicated my tactic was paying off. After a few minutes, her breathing rate accelerated significantly, a clue that an orgasm may soon happen, so I discontinued licking her vagina and stood up.
Zahra: Why did you stop? It was exhilarating.
Me: I had to.
Everything's cool. It's all part of the fun.
I picked up my dick with my right hand and traced its tip across her pleasure zone. After a bit, I lined up my dick's head with the opening between her pussy lips.
- Can I go in?
- Sure. Get me, please.
- I like how you talk. I appreciate that you know what you want me to do. Every time you say please do x or y to me, I'll do it.
I pushed my hips forward slightly and about an inch of my penis disappeared within her.
- Does it hurt?
*- No.
- Can I go deeper?
- Yes, please.
- Will you tell me if it starts to hurt?
- Yes.
I leant forward to kiss her whilst I was thrusting. Zahra wrapped her legs and arms around me. I edged my dick further in, then gradually withdrew it until it was practically out. I continued to fuck her at a sluggish speed and she enjoyed it. When her moans grew too loud, I ceased thrusting and extracted myself. Before she could speak up, I knelt on the ground in front of the couch and went to lick her clit.
- Oh my god, this is fantastic. Don't stop please.
- What didn't you stop doing?
- Lick me, please...
- Where? Where should I lick you?
- Everywhere. Lick me everywhere.
I started to lick her rosebud and she began moaning even louder than before. I knew that this couldn't bring her to the edge, so I kissed and playfully lapped at her butt. After a few minutes, I quit licking and once more lay down on her.
- Are you okay?
- Yes. You are making me suffer so beautifully. Keep going.
I picked up my dick and inserted it into Zahra's happiness without a moment's hesitation. I slowly fucked her at a moderate pace, which she seemingly adored. She muttered:
- Do you enjoy fucking me?
- I adore fucking you.
- Continue fucking me. Fuck me until you climax.
- Not yet, my darling.
I stopped humping her, kneeled on the floor in front of the couch, and started licking her delicate brown opening. She purred once more, and I took my time.
- Are you ready for the final act?
- Yes, yes, yes.
- Here we go.
I placed the tip of my right thumb on Zahra's rosebud and my mouth on her clit. I commenced gyrating my tongue and finger, without penetrating her. This drove her crazy. Her moaning continued to increase in volume. She began to thrust her hips towards my face. I removed my lips.
- No, no... Keep fucking me. Fuck me.
I resumed my caresses. It only took a minute until she reached an loud orgasm, which was probably heard by anyone inside the building. I rose, grabbed my dick, and began to masturbate. It took me just 20 seconds to finish. I groaned and splattered 5 jets of sperm all over her breasts and stomach.
We were both gasping for breath. After we calmed down, Zahra lifted her breasts and, covered in my sperm, licked one finger at a time. She licked my sperm with such fervor it seemed like she was savoring an ice cream. She rubbed her stomach with her hands and licked her palms and fingers again. I moved towards her and shared a kiss.
- You are my lover.
- And you are mine.
I released the ropes and we went to the toilet to shower once more. After both rinsed ourselves off, we puffed up the mattress and covered it with bedding.
- What will we do tomorrow? Go to the park?
- There are many things we can do together. We can go to the movies, I can recite Nizami's poem to you, we can take a long walk, we can use the studio for nude or semi nude photography, we can go someplace for lunch or dinner, we can make love, and there are so many other things.
- Which side of the mattress will be mine?
- If you don't care, I prefer the left side.
- Okay.
- Head to bed, so that I can turn off the light.
She followed my instructions, I moved to the door where the switch is positioned and extinguished the light. I walked back to the mattress. At first the sensation of sleeping so low off the floor seemed a bit amusing, but eventually I got accustomed to it. Zahra was lying on her right side, so I could cuddle her from behind. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her right breast. The pleasure of sleeping naked alongside her was nearly as enjoyable as sex itself.
On a rainy Sunday morning, I woke up early and prepared breakfast. I sliced bread in half, put butter on top, and then covered it with honey. I brewed coffee, made fruit tea, and poured a glass of juice. I also cut a grapefruit in half, following the Romani saying "jepaš tuke jepaš mange," which translates to "half for you, half for me." While waiting for Zahra to wake up, I organized my camera equipment.
- Would you prefer an English breakfast? I have no sausages, no bacon, and no beans in the fridge. If you want, we can go shopping tomorrow.- No, I like what you've prepared better than the traditional breakfast.
Once we finished eating and cleaned up, we debated how to pass the time until lunch.
- May I take photos of you in your current outfit?- What kind of photos?- I'm thinking of photos of a woman wearing just stockings, panties, and a thin chemise. They're obviously erotic. The agreement is simple. After the session is over, I'll put all the files in a password-protected zip archive and erase them from the camera's memory card. You'll decide the password and you won't tell me. I'll be able to edit the images only if you give me access to the archive. Of course, you'll be able to participate in any photo editing process.- I'll agree, but only if you stay naked throughout the session.- Deal. We'll start with tried-and-true poses. I have a collection of erotic female portraits from various internet sources. We'll analyze each one, focusing on the pose, facial expression, lighting, and props. Then we'll try to duplicate those images with you.
I went to retrieve my computer and opened the archive called "female.erotic.art.photo.poses" for Zahra. It contained replicas of famous works such as Goya's "Maya" and Da Vinci's "Mona Lisa," all of which I acquired over the years. I opted to keep only one of each pose found via existing search engines.
We spent several hours studying women's poses and attempting to recreate them, creating a zip archive called "my.photos." I've done photo sessions with two nude models but never with someone I'm in love with. It was an incredible feeling, far beyond anything I'd experienced before because Zahra was so playful and in good spirits during the shoot.
After examining all the classic poses, I inquired if I could take close-up shots of various aspects of Zahra's body that I planned to delete following our review, but she objected to my decision and gave me a new password-protected zip file, labeled "my.details."
Despite our arousal, we chose to postpone the next level of pleasure until later in the afternoon. I wanted to introduce Zahra to a traditional Bosnian veal stew known as teleća čorba. Online, we discovered a Balkan restaurant in London that offered this dish. We needed an umbrella and hiking boots for the journey, so the expedition took nearly two hours round-trip. We returned to the Atelier at four o'clock. I was eager to review our collection to select the best images for each pose. Taking ten pictures at each position, I deleted nine, with Zahra primarily selecting the best one. This process took about an hour, and I could see Zahra in red lingerie when I looked at most of the images.
- Were you a good girl today?- Yes, very good. I enjoy taking pictures of you. We could try other outfits and new poses. I bought you four similar sets, so we can experiment with blue, white, and black lingerie.*- You have me doing things I never imagined possible. Learning how to swim, agreeing to anal sex, posing nearly naked - I wonder where my depravity will end.
Often times, you're still like a miss kindergarten teacher from the southeast side of London. I believe so long as everything is consensual, a couple's preferences have no taboos. We may be similar to a pair of frolicking dolphins in a lagoon. Nothing you instruct me to do is perverted.
- Is there anything? Right now?
- Anything.
- Share with me your third anal sex tutoring.
- Whichever one falls in sync with my sense of humor will have their anal opening licked by a passionate tongue.
- May I request something else?
- Absolutely.
- Strike me.
- Are you absolutely certain?
- No darling. Strike me like the real way.
- Another desire?
- Yes. I will wear my white lingerie attire first before ending you with teasing strikes.
- I'm waiting.
Zahra removed all her clothes and went to the closet. She brought a set of white bras and panties and put it on. I chose to remain fully clothed and settled onto the couch. She also got the white rope from the closet and brought it to me. Then she turned around and clasped her hands behind her back.
- Tie them up.
- Are you positive?
- Stop posing questions when I'm the one inquiring.
- I'm sorry. Am I certain I will cease asking you?
- You brat. You can name me brat when you get on my nerves. One of the most popular Bosnian songs is named Bitanga and the Princess. The theme of the song is that the two can't be a couple, similar to you and me. Bitanga and the innocent preschool teacher with a red bob, like you and me. It sounds much better.
I took the rope and tied her wrists with a wide two-column tie. She laid down over my knees.
- Strike me.
- Your command is my instruction.
I placed my right hand on her buttock and tenderly stroked them. I grasped her chemise from behind and lifted it over her pelvis, then pulled down her panties just enough to expose her bare ass. I put my left hand on her head and stroked her hair. I positioned my right palm on her bare skin.
- A good girl ought to be rewarded with spanking.
I lifted my right hand and gently slapped her on her right buttock, then followed it up with a strike on the left one. Zahra made a subtle moan. I stroked her thighs and butt with my hand, then slipped my fingers between her legs across her anus, all the way to her clitoris. Zahra was already wet, so I could feel her liquid. I pushed my middle finger into her wet crack and rubbed it against her anus. I repeated this routine several times, until Zahra spoke loudly, then I lifted my hand again and spanked her buttocks twice. I repeated this routine, two gentle strikes, caressing, fingering one hole and rubbing the other, perhaps a dozen times. Her moans became louder and louder.
- Come over and kneel on the sofa. Put your head down.
Her back was arched, and her ass was sticking up into the air. I went to the bathroom and got a small wet towel and soap. I gently washed the area around her vagina and anus. I sat down beside her and commenced kissing her butt and thighs. Her skin had a tinge of red, but no bruises. I spread her ass a little to caress her better and began licking her rear opening. She began to purr like a kitten. I brought my hand up and hit her buttocks again. When she moaned loudly, I gently inserted the tips of my middle three fingers into her pussy and teased all those nerve endings around her anus with my tongue.
- No, no, no.
I immediately ceased and took my fingers out of her vagina.
- I don't wish to end like this. You must also end like this. Kindly fuck me now with your penis.
I had all the encouragement I needed. I unzipped my pants and shoved them to the ground. I moved my briefs under my knees. I pulled Zahra's panties down to her knees. She was already turned on, so my penis easily got in her. I put my hands on her hips and thrust my penis into her at a steady pace. From time to time, I struck her right buttock with my right palm. She was screaming quite loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood if it wasn't so early.
I placed my hands on her hips and thrust my penis inside her in a steady tempo. From time to time, I struck her right buttock with my right palm. Her cries were audible enough to wake up the entire district if it wasn't still morning.
- You have to come inside me.
I followed her instructions and sped up my movements. I fucked her at a faster rate. When it was clear that I was about to climax, I pushed into her until the tip of my head touched her cervix. I released a quiet groan as I came, almost drowned out by Zahra's moans. We stayed in this position, panting, for a few minutes. I loosened the rope around her wrists, flipped her onto her back, and removed her underwear. With my left hand, carefully inserted three fingers into her vagina and began to stimulate her pleasure spot. Within 60 seconds, she experienced her orgasm, accompanied by a scream. Her legs trembled for several minutes. I lay beside her, stroking her stomach.
- I feel fantastic. You truly came inside me, didn't you?
- Yes. I'm surprised myself that I listened to you. What was that all about? Are we starting a family now?
- No. I'll be having my period soon. You may need to swim alone this week.
- I'm not going alone. We are together now. If you can't go, I don't want to go either.
- Are you asking for more spanking from Little Red Riding Hood?
- How about if we both go? I can watch you swim. I love watching you swim. You appear so graceful and effortless. You can swim for an hour and then we'll go for dinner. I can keep Jill away from you.
- You actually want to watch me for an hour? I can't even fathom something more boring than observing other people swim.
- Yes, I really want to observe you. Maybe I can still go swimming tomorrow. Certainly not on Friday though.
- Are they painful?
- What do you mean?
- Your periods.
- Yes, the first day, so I usually take a painkiller pill.
- I see. Okay. Let's proceed to the bathroom together.
We stripped down and entered the bathroom. We filled up the bathtub halfway and began washing each other tenderly and lovingly. When we finished, it was only 6:00 PM, so we decided to take an evening stroll. We grabbed the big umbrella and left the art studio. As we descended the stairs, we encountered a young man who blushed when he encountered us and looked at the ground. When we passed by, I looked back. The youth gave me a thumbs-up, and I smiled at him and nodded slightly. The building was peaceful, thus I assumed that Zahra and I are among the few permanent residents.
We stepped outside. It was still raining.
We wandered the surroundings for an hour or so. When we returned, we constructed two sandwiches for dinner. Then Zahra went to the bathroom to hand-wash her set of white lingerie, whereas I turned on the laptop and scanned the world news on the Guardian website.
We retired to bed earlier, around 9:00 PM, because we had work waiting for us the next day. It was a fantastic day. If this continues, we have many intriguing things awaiting us. As I drifted off to sleep, I pondered about what Kate, Malcolm, Jill, and Ferida were doing. Are they content or not?
Does Kate permit Malcolm to penetrate her anally? Does Malcolm even desire to penetrate Kate's anus with his penis? Does he lick her to climax? Does she lick his penis? She wasn't particularly enthusiastic during our marriage. Kate is a specific sort of feminist, who believes that kneeling in front of a man and suck his penis was a peculiar kind of female humiliation. I wonder what she thinks about me going down on Zahra. Does Malcolm ever photograph Kate naked? She refused when I tried, as she was afraid that the images may end up on the internet. Naturally, I promised her to store the photos in encrypted files; however, she did not trust me enough. What does Jill do? Is she single and masturbates every day? Is Jill now thinking of me when she masturbates? What would I do if Zahra wishes to participate in a threesome with Jill? Jill had several tattoos, which is a significant turn-off for me; however, I must admit that Jill's tattoos were artistically drawn. I must contact Ferida soon, possibly during Wednesday when she comes to reorganize Senad's studio. Zahra and I need to find something more permanent very soon. I also need to contact Kate about our clothing. It can all wait until tomorrow.
