Ghost

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Lisa

How am I supposed to move forward now that every memory of her becomes an echo of need in my mind? When I was in her arms, it seemed like the whole world stopped for us, and every touch of her skin ignited a flame burning deep within me. The passion that consumed us in her bed was a whirlwind of indescribable emotions, where desire and surrender merged into an unforgettable whirlwind of sensations.

She had the power to possess me with a glance, to make me feel complete with a simple brush of her lips. And although I had her at my mercy in those moments of simultaneous ecstasy, it was also I who fell surrendered to her charm, to the overwhelming force of her presence.

If only I could comprehend how deeply marked, I was by every moment by her side. The passion-filled whispers that slipped between us on nights of intimacy, the moans that intertwined with the sound of our ragged breaths, every word she uttered that resonated in my soul like an eternal echo.

Being with her was like exploring an unknown universe, where every shared orgasm, every shared caress, was a precious treasure I cherished deep within my being. And now, in the desolation of her absence, I find myself lost, wondering how to move forward when all I desire is to feel her presence again, her warmth, her skin, her lips.

Omniscient Narrator

Regarding her sexual life, Lisa found herself at a rather delicate moment, according to Rosé's words. A few months ago, they had decided to escape together to a hotel on the outskirts of the city, an oasis of luxury and pleasure with one of the best beaches at their disposal. They ventured into that weekend with the hope of finding a respite, a moment of total liberation.

The hotel offered an impressive range of activities for entertainment. From beach shows to a vibrant nightclub, passing through a selection of exquisite restaurants and a beach bar where laughter and cocktails flowed incessantly.

It was during one of those entertainment shows on the beach that Lisa met Jennie. A dazzling woman, with chestnut hair and arms adorned with tattoos that made her sigh from the first moment she saw her on the small stage in the sand. The show was a display of skills, from jugglers to fun contests for guests, accompanied by sensual dances and fire exhibitions. But what really captured Lisa's attention was Jennie's magnetic presence, who also acted as a presenter with a voice that resonated like celestial music in her ears.

After the beach show, Lisa found herself with Rosé heading towards the hotel's nightclub, where, to her surprise, she coincidentally ran into Jennie, enjoying the festive atmosphere and the enveloping rhythm of the music. With a glance full of complicity, the tattooed woman invited Lisa to join her on the dance floor, and without hesitation, Lisa accepted.

Jennie took her by the waist firmly, guiding her with skill through the sensual movements of the music. In that moment, their bodies merged in a harmonious sway, sliding with grace and passion while the rest of the world seemed to fade around them. The touch of their bodies sparked an electric current of desire that flooded every fiber of Lisa's being, creating an intimate connection that she knew she wouldn't easily forget.

But it was when Jennie led her to an exclusive suite in the hotel that the true ecstasy began. The luxurious and private atmosphere of the suite gave them the opportunity to explore their deepest desires without inhibitions. Every caress, every kiss, was like a promise of limitless pleasure, and together they surrendered to the delirium of the moment with unrestrained passion that consumed them completely.

In that place of intimacy and complicity, Lisa experienced sensations she had never known before, each moment with Jennie was like a dance of ecstasy and emotional connection that left her breathless. For Lisa, that encounter was much more than just a fleeting affair; it was an awakening of her senses, a revelation of her true self in the arms of the woman who had ignited the fire of her passion like no other had done before.

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