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JuliannaIf you want a story with raunchy wild kinky sex. look elsewhere. if you wanna know more about me (the author) and my crazy life, read on.This is the story of Julianna. I normally change the names in my stories or don’t mention them at all. But decided to make an exception, because Julianna is one of those rare gems that deserve to find their name on a website like this. Even tho her story is a bit tragic. Often i wondered wether it is her who got scarred by the people she was around, or if it is in fact the other way around. You have to meet her in person in order to find that out..So here’s how I met Julianna.I met Julianna in the sorriest place on earth. From all the places I’ve been to so far, this one had the most resemblence to an actual hell. Even tho there was no barbecue. A place where you can’t leave the first two weeks at all, where the windows open only 5 inch, cause the average human skull is around 10 inch, and is not supposed to fit through there. so nobody jumps out. a place where a creepy guy comes to you every evening telling you your medication is ready. And even tho you told him every evening for the last three weeks, that you’re not gonna take that stupid HALDON, he still comes to you. To try turn you into a zombie. A place where you can’t have a musical instrument, and if after 3 weeks finally the house pastor gives you one, the nurses take it from you and act like you just bombed pearl harbor.There is no wifi, and you have to sign your name on a paper by the door if you leave, and can only stay a couple minutes or hours. where everyone keeps agglomerating at the coffee and cigarette dispenser set up in the lobby. So which place am I talking about ?I am talking about the Mental Ward. That’s where I met Julianna.It was in the very first day that I arrived, and I have never been to a mental ward before. I had been sent there cause I had hit my little sister substantially, after she again teased me in a completely unneccessary manner, while looking me straight in the eye, knowing exactly what she did. which aroused my temper.. The cops then took me in for a night, and since a silly shrink (that my dad kept trying to drag me to) had attested me three years prior that i was schizophrenic, next day they went through their papers and decided to send me to the mental ward..so here i was, in the beautiful pine-tipped countryside, with serene clear air, a big building that resembled a regular hospital, surrounded by beautiful woods. people normally come here for vacation or sightseeing. I had just arrived in the intake unit and went to the community room, where we would later eat our meals. Julianna sat at a table, and immediately i looked at her, cause she was the only other person there that was halfway regular looking. most other people were seniors (old grandmas mostly), some of them had obvious disabilities of the most different sort. there was not many people to pick from.Julianna was tall, probly 5’11, eastern european type, with thick blonde and long hair, she had big firm tits, probably small D cups.I’m no professional when it comes to tits, but her tits were larger than average, and she would get cat-called by the most different dudes, even while we were yet in the mental ward, Two young guys cat-called her from another unit through a thick glass divider, making the usual faces, but she flipped them the bird, turned her shoulder, and walked away before continuing her conversation with me. it made her really angry. I didn’t know at that time but she is a lunar leo. Something that gives her soul or character quite some bite. more bite than some people can handle). Back to her description: She still had a considerably young body, in her late 20s. her mouth was small, her face shape was slightly oval, a few tiny white spots already in her hair, that she covered up with hair coloring agent, but most remarkable was her nose, which was slightly above average in size, but clearly had a prominent beak, an aquiline nose. I have such a nose too BTW, and when coming of age, as a teenager of around 14,15 yrs, this was a big problem for me, i was so ashamed and disgusted with it. And still am to this day whenever I feel stressed out or very tired. Its my mother who gave me this nose, but thats another story.. So Julianna stood there, and I chatted her up, said hello, and it didn’t take more than 2 sentences til she had caught interest and we sat down at the same table. I told her why i was here, and she said she was here out of her own free will, for the 2nd or 3rd time. cause she sometimes had problems of the kind that were treated in places like this.. She said she had a young son, 5 yrs old, who had just been ordered by court to live with her husband/ex-husband, and his mother, who she described as a computer nerd, who was a momma’s boy, and his mother she said was like a witch, and they hated each other..so we talked and talked and I was very glad that the first day inside i had somebody so cool to spend some time with, because when you looked at the other people, the place felt like bedlam. we talked almost the entire first day, plus the evening all the way until it was time for us to go to bed, cause lights out was at 10PM, and after that you couldn’t be seen in anyone’s room.. rooms were mostly 2 or 3-bed, tho some lucky folks had one for themselves.it turned out we were both christians both with substantial things experienced in life, things that had left their traces. not church sheeple, but the real thing. if you are one too, you’ll know what i mean. if not. then most likely not. probably that’s why we ticked so well, and had a lot to talk about.. The next day started and we were goofing around in the community room, that had a big television, the main attraction, big windows to look through, watching people walk in the yard or cars arriving. there was card games and board games, a bookshelf. one time people decided to turn up the music very loud, like in a disco. To my surprise neither the doc nor the nurses arrived to complain. and people kept on dancing and goofing around. it was the most fun thing i remember in the whole 3 weeks i spent in that hell. And as I sat on a table, dangling my legs, Julianna put on her sexyest dance, slowdancing me to 90s eurodance tunes, just like back in school when we had our kissing parties, in 5th to 7th grade, when we was only 4 guys in our class, and almost 20 girls… Julianna would come close to me, would be grabbing my hands and making sexy body movements, and rubbing her face really close to mine… making the face of a complete whore that is dieing to get some cock. something i had not experienced literally in years. she definitely was happy to have me around.. She was no beauty, but it was the best thing the place had to offer for sure. She was a naughty girl, it would sometimes just pop out from out of nowhere, she couldn’t help it. Since she had told me a lot about her life, her marriage, and the love of her life, who she hoped one day would marry her. I later learned how she loved to talk on the telephone and chat for hours, and had chatted with this guy a lot, even tho he was divorced, ran his own company, had k**s of his own, and was a complete player, who wanted to fuck her, but no relationship.. one time she dragged me very hard to the window, and holding her face very close to mine, whispering in my ear, telling me about her croatian stud, saying “he told me, when a woman really pisses him off, he fucks them very hard in the ass”.. as she said this her face showed just for a few seconds a whorish demeanor that was out of this world, which she would not often show, but sometimes it just came through..Sadly to say, after only 3 days she was leaving, it was early in the week, we exchanged phone numbers, i had my cellphone with me in my room, cellphones were allowed, my cellphone is of the old type. so we exchanged numbers and she promised me she’d absolutely visit me this weekend. cause the place even after a few days felt so incredibly depressing. the saddest place on earth.so the next days went by veeeeery slowly, it was very boring, i had one talk with the doctor, where i told him a bit about my background, and the stuff i believed. which was the most stupid thing i could have done in retrospect. i would not be allowed any privileges until i took my meds, something i refused for the whole time i was there, until the insurance was no longer willing to pay for my stay and i was released. the first few days i couldn’t even go to the yard to chat people up, talk a short walk or buy gummybears. so time went slow, slow, slow..i waited the weekend. and Julianna didn’t call me. For the whole weekend. She had promised the highest oath, and already broken it, even tho i hardly knew her… She would never call me for the entire time I was there. which was three incredibly long weeks. far as I remember. I forgot about her at some point, cause the idleness and sadness of the place were overwhelming, and there were other people i had to take care of, or that wanted to talk to me, or i spent time with. So Julianna was gone. But to say I missed her would have been an overstatement. At some point I probably just forgot about her. there were other people there who had much worse problems.After I was released i got moved into a new apartment. the doc had decided that my problems with family etc. was also due to my tight living situation, and that I had to move out. many phonecalls were made by different people, and i was moved in a shared apartment building in the village next to the one i had grown up in. I bought a monthly ticket for the city nearby that i could ride into each morning, it was about a one hour ride from my apartment, and i could listen to music on the headphones, so time went fast. My favourite listen was Anna German, or the Assassins Creed II soundtrack. It lasted exactly one busride. the city had around 100K inhabitants and was rather rich, with a large amount (70%) of immigrant population of all sort and color. turks, arabs, russians, africans. everything. there was a library, even a petting zoo with free entry. compared to the ward it was like coming from hell to heaven. At some point i got to talk to Julianna on social media, and she called me often. she was a real chatterbox. she’s a beautician by trade, and had worked canlı bahis şirketleri as a professional beauty representative for a top brand for years, in her own right, and was pretty successful at that. She had just rented a new apartment in said city, and needed some help with it.We met up, she wore her favourite creme colored coat (somewhere between beige and a light brown), tall black leather boots (also called “fuck-me-boots” or hooker boots), and we hugged and greeeted each other joyfully.. Immediately she proposed to go to the local mall, to her favourite place, a sort of coffee shop, where she would buy herself a coffee. over the next weeks that i rode back and forth from my place to her place, this would become a real drag, since she literally every single time, no matter how little time we had, she always wanted to go grab a coffee at that coffee shop. on one day it really made me mad..cause it started to manifest what her real problem was. she wanted to spoil herself. and unless she was spoiled by life, or some guy in her life, she wasn’t feeling complete. also what i found remarkable, was the amount of makeup she wore. I have to add, I absolutely hate makeup. it just looks fake, ugly, something i see right through, rather than seeing blemishes covered up i just see some ugly color smeared in a face, that is borderline similar to a light enema color… But with her it was strange, cause she had the amazing ability, that when she wore makeup, her otherwise ugly nose would completely disappear, and merge seamlessly into her face, that now looked proportional and even. it was like she was another person. I am pretty sure she was aware of that too, either consciously or subconsciously, and thats why makeup had become her life, and also her career.So we met up many times, texted even more times, one time we sat in a restaurant, had some nice pasta, even tho we were both broke, and the cops and courts breathing smoke up our asses, in our individual lives. But as a christian, you’re used to that kinda shit. when the devil hates you, he doesn’t hold back. he’ll let you have it all. he’ll fuck with your family, cause that way he can harm you the most.. we prayed together too at times… and talked about our families etc. Her apartment was on ground floor, only 2 or 3 bus stops from the mall, which was cool. there were many empty rooms, a big bed in the bedroom, and two big rolling clothes hangers, filled with dozens and dozens of coats, shirts, dresses, pants, you get the picture. also many many shoes. almost no furniture. not even lightbulbs on the ceilings. the kitchen just had a fridge, a simple IKEA table and two chairs. that was it. the bathroom had not even a mirror, and was also blank. the whole place was ready to get painted like a canvas…one day i got my parent’s car cause she wanted to drive to IKEA which was around 100km away in a bigger city, she knew the stuff she wanted, it should look the same as her old apartment that she had with her ex husband. white tables, bedside tables, clothing shelves and a white sofa. of the same type. I got the car, we drove to IKEA, and bought the stuff she wanted. the more time I spent with Julianna, i realized that on a scale from probly 1 to 10 she had the attitude of an 11, but was nowhere near a 9 or 10, she was probably somewhere between a 5 and a 7. But that’s a high figure. Her biggest flaw was not that she had a face that I simply couldn’t love the way it was. her biggest flaw was the way she tried to cover it up. but never facing up to it. The same thing that I hated so much in my own mother. The more you tried to please Julianna, the more she demanded. The more you tried to make it right for her, the more it was wrong. I don’t think she even does it on purpose. its just who she is. She never asked me for money. She worked in a d**gstore at that time, just to have something to do during the day, and be able to chat with her co-workers. And try to get her life straightened out so she could get her son back from the court. Getting him back was all she cared about.I never had to pay for restaurant bills, and when I gave her something, like one time a monthly ticket for public transport, cause I got a new one, she was very thankful for it. I probly called her only 2 or 3 times in all those 2 or so months we met a lot. She must have called me at least 2 dozen times or more. each times we talked almost half hour. her phone bill must have been astronomical.. It was a fundamental need of her. Since i never was married or had a longterm relationship with a girl, i had never experienced this in such a form. When we came back from IKEA we put all the big cardboard boxes in her apartment, i had already brought two or three big-ass bags full of tools, which was a real chore doing it with public transport. but we needed the tools to help make the apartment halfway liveable. or so i thought… I gave the electrician and added for each room a light socket to the ceiling, so you could at least screw in a lightbulb. We also had bought two lamps for the ceilings, one for the hall, and one for the living room, which i set up and they looked great.. in her bedroom there were now two nice white bedside tables, and two nice white bedside lamps. which also looked great. while setting them up she demanded that I pay the most utmost careful attention with them, sometimes she wanted something done a slightly different way, and I had to tell her it wasn’t a good idea or it would cause a problem, and it took a few minutes of talk until she would finally give in. Like i said before, she was a lunar leo, when she was born, the moon stood in leo. That’s why she had these sometimes even violent fits of rage, or need to be right in certain situations where it was almost ridiculous… i should have checked her natal chart a lot earlier, but only did it after our whole friendship was almost over. and i finally stopped seeing her, cause she had finally sunk my entire ship of affection that I had for her. And believe me it takes a lot to do that. Because I used to live on the street as a hobo and was also in jail, both in a different country, and long before being sent to the mental ward in my home country, and i have a big heart for struggling people. but what I can not tolerate is when the attitude comes through. and you see that some people actually are paving their own road to their own little private hell.When I set up the shoe drawers in the hall, she was a complete pain in the butt, constantly asking me if i was doing it the right way, and when i was putting together two other items in the living room, she was doing the same. it was so bad that i got angry and ordered her out of the living room. and had to get loud. I simply could not believe that this woman who was on her last straw, getting a free hand, was acting like some sort of dissatisfied queen. so i locked her out and finished the job.. then later she apologized with a wet puppy look to get me back to normal, but even within the same phrase, her commands and fast-talking went on in exactly the same way. I simply couldn’t believe it. The worst thing was when i was putting together yet another white chest of drawers for the living room, that should be for her many socks, panties and other clothes, i screwed one screw a tiny little bit in too deep, and it would create a tiny tiny hair-thin crack, near the handle. you actually hardly could see it.. But she was all over it like a reporter covering the divorce of a filmstar, inspecting it from every side. asking me to drive her back to IKEA. i told her she was crazy. and should find another guy to drive her.. which she later did, as it turned out, and got a replacement drawer.. to have her preshuss white furnichurrr in immaculate condition !!what else can i write about Julianna.. oh right, this is a sex website, so i gotta stick to the kinky stuff. sadly enough, the kinky stuff, when you’re serving an invisible jew in the sky, who keeps hoarding all the fun for himself and his dear minions, doesn’t grant you a whole lot of that. when i was in 2nd and 3rd grade, our flute teacher would have us play “polish wedding” and all the boys had to kiss all the girls, everytime there was a party, or a concert, or even during practice, she would put us over her lap and spank our ass, teasing us. it felt so hot ! later in 4th grade, i was the new guy round the block, and quite some girls were interested. And there was some more kissing going on. from 5th to 7th grade, it was the eurodance craze, with cheap booze (k**s in europe start booze earlier than in the states), much improvised disco and a lot of making out, with french kisses, but no real sex as of yet.. than up to 12th and 13th grade, all the guys had their girlfriends but i was much into sports, and played my guitar in the remaining time. So nothing much going on in that department either.. but that was all stories of yesteryears. by the time i met julianna i was 34 years old. Throughout my life, i spent most of my time with girls who were either spiritual in some form, or church goers. And in retrospect i can say that was the worst thing i could have done. Cause these girls will never ever, ever… let a guy like me even near their pussy. it doesn’t matter if they’re good looking or not, if they’re 16 or 60. Soon as they realize they can get their needs met, get attention and care, they will cockblock you and that cockblock will be a permanent one.. Cause, d’uh, letting you have it would be fornicating! A woman would never do such wickedness! Yeah..If I will ever have a daughter who will not go to church, i will drag her there. And if I will have a son who will go to church. I will drag him out. And burn it to the ground. Cause the church is a lady. And everything that happens there. Only females profit. Men either are pastors (the pimps), or become cuck types that get feminized and pay for it out of their own wallet.So where was I ? Right, Julianna… one day she rings me on the cell, and has a crying, whiny voice. And says nobody wants her, nobody loves her. I don’t know what exactly caused her low, but she went as far as asking me if I wanted to marry her. Cause other than me, she had nobody in life. That was not true, she had a few people, colleagues, and a big sister and parents, and brother. but they were canlı kaçak iddaa non believers, or they believed differently. and it was just like with me, one day my family was all friendly, the next day there would be the most violent war raging, over absolute trifles, things only a few years before, I would have laughed about, and thought you can’t possibly be so stupid to argue over that, were now so severe that i often had to leave the house, before they would call the police. Cause as we know. the police only works for the taxpayer. And i never payed taxes or worked a regular job ever since i left school.So Julianna was sobbing and asked me with a pleading voice. Do you want to marry me? You could hear a needle drop. I was not used to letting people so close to my heart, the last time I did that, it put me in jail. After probably ten or 15 seconds, that felt like an eternity, I said. No. Julianna. Of course not. I don’t wanna marry you. She asked me why. what was the reason. I said. Because of your nose. I don’t like it. And I also think we’re not made for one another. you should try to find an older guy, probably in his forties or early fifties, who is financially secure and can take care of you. that’s what I told her straight up. She continued in the most tender voice and was thankful that i was being honest with her. We then chatted for another extended period of time. but it became obvious that each of us was trapped inside his own hell, and we couldn’t even help each other, given our individual situations.I was so bummed that day when I had to remove my tools back out of her apartment, and back into my own, again, using public transport, and cursing her the entire ride. for putting me through such useless commotion, by being mentally not reliable, and not even letting me help her fix up her apartment. She is a solar gemini, and just like her sign, is quick to jump to new ideas, but also very shaky, and always looking for someone to lead her along. Which i didn’t wanna do. I didn’t wanna be her boyfriend, I wouldn’t have survived a week with her. So she never really knew what she wanted. And both our streams of thought, were in some areas very different. She had this handbag, that was dolce&gabbana. a gift from her Ex. it cost 700$. 700 friggin dollars, that was more than she made in a month at her job at the d**g store !! she would have rather died than sold it and bought other, much more useful stuff. She also had a beautiful coat that made her look like a really posh lady (in retrospect its crazy how much we both look like Ivanka Trump and Jared Kushner), but that particular coat she didn’t even like that much, instead, another coat that was just plain average, she treasured like it was a gem. Then when we were talking about the kitchen, to get it halfway ready to move in. so she wouldn’t have to go on her parents nerve, and do her own thing. she knew exactly what she wanted. Or not ? i looked up the local classifieds. there were tons of people just throwing out their “old” kitchens for 50 dollars or 100, or even for free, cause they moved, or their wife got a new one. there was so many kitchen items you could have outfitted a whole village with it. and I could get my parent’s car and even a tow-hanger to pick it up and set it up. But none was good enough for her. it had to be perfect. the princess was picky! i had taken much time browsing the ads, showing her the pictures, she wanted none of it. then we went to yet another big store in same city, where people get their furniture, big ass store with 3 stories full of kitchens, bathrooms, living room furniture, chaise lounges, sofas, minibars, chairs and tables. you get the picture.She looked at what was there. (i told her i had couple hundred on reserve that I could borrow her, but expected it back, and so far she had always been honest with money). Her budget was only allowing for a simple but completely functional brandnew kitchen. but when she chatted the guy up that was the specialist. it became evident, she only talked about the most expensive brands, and always tried to convince him that she needed to have it, she acted like a c***d convincing the guide at mount everest basecamp, that she was the best climber in history, and should have the right to summit without acclimatization or rest days.. after a while, the way she talked to the guy made me so upset i had to leave the area and almost would have taken the ride home. it was that bad.. She couldn’t see what she had done wrong. To her, how she felt about something was paramount. everything and everybody else came second. So thats how i never could put together a kitchen for her. even tho I am a solar capricorn, who goes slow and steady, likes a fair challenge, and a lunar sagittarius who loves adventure and unforseen, and just throwing myself right in it. my ascendent i never figured out, but it must have to do with the many many times in my life, where i either am alone by own choice for weeks or months, and sometimes years. or are locked up in jail or some other facility. so if you are an astrologer who can figure out my ascendent, please PM me, i really wanna know.. cause I don’t know the precise hour of my birth. so I never could calculate that.Did I leave out anything about Julianna ? Believe me she had pissed me off on way more occasions than that. I just have forgotten it in the meantime, or don’t care to remember, cause it was all stupid to begin with. giving her so much time of my life. what finally brought the hammer down for me, and after this i only saw julianna once more, with her new boyfriend, an early fifty something male nurse who worked in another city nearby, who had his own car, and was also kind of a momma’s boy, who needed someone to order him around (to me all the men in this entire country are like that, as you can also see in the sexual preferences here on this website, but that’s another story). we met at one time in the restaurant near my apartment, and had a glass of wine and some pizza. and Tadaaa.. finally Julianna had a new host that she could emotionally leech off, and treat her like a princess.. Since he had the money I’m also shure he got the pussy. She might not have been a 10, but if you have a pussy, you don’t need to be a 10 to get laid, or find a guy to pay your bills, since pussy always talks. No more talks about her secret crush, the croatian stud, that she hoped to marry someday. It appeared she always found a way to survive. Something most women are expert in.The Day that really sealed it for me, was a bright early summer day. which is rare in this country with short summers. and i got the car from my parents, and the hanger, cause she wanted to get her big beautiful white IKEA sofa from her old apartment that was still inhabited by her EX and his mother, the witch. And the court had now ruled the sofa was hers, she could pick it up, but had to be quick, they would put it out their apartment door in the 4th floor. and she would have someone pick it up for her, but could not come up and could not talk to her EX or her mother.She had brought her new boyfriend along that day. I arrived a half-hour early just to find a parking space, and get a feel for the location.. when the two arrived, after discussing far and wide where and how to best park. and already she had me worked up halfway the bullshit scale, just by her mere presence, we finally rang the doorbell, and told her both several times, to stay down there. and we’d go up alone, to get that big white top-of-the-line IKEA sofa. But Julianna would have none of it, she ignored us both repeatedly and stormed up the stairs. when we arrived up top, the mother was already standing by the sofa, and a hot verbal fight began. after trying in vain to calm her down, sending her back down, we just grabbed the sofa, but it was too heavy and big, a chore to carry, and we sometimes had to momentarily put it back down or rest it against the walls or the handrail. each time she would shriek out and get mad at us, that we would handle her preshuss sofa in such a way.. when we were back down i knew already this was the last day in my life i would spend with this ungrateful bitch. we stuffed the sofa into my car and my hanger. and everything else into their car. and they took off immediately. but the mother had called the cops, probably right after shouting at her, “to leave her hands off her son, and never come back, and that she already had caused enough problems.” The cop car just happened to arrive at the same time that Julianna and her beau drove off. But I knew why the cops were there, and that you can’t run from them. because they will follow you to the moon or the next galaxy if need be, until they got what they want. so I stopped. to talk to them. and explained the situation and told them to follow me to Juliannas apartment. which they did. at the apartment we had a short chit-chat and she got a warning but no slap on the wrist. and soon after the coppers were gone. from my perspective that was the easiest she could have gotten. I have experiences with cops that are far far worse. But instead of thanking me she got angry. are you insane ? why did you lead the cops here ? That was a stupid thing to do… she said.. I can’t remember what else we talked. We got her sofa inside, and i was driving home as soon as there was opportunity. I wasn’t in the mood for any more masochism that day.another time she wanted a washing machine, cause she had none. And i just had gotten one for my own apartment, for 100 quid, picking it up somewhere and it fit in the trunk just barely, but was do-able. and I promised, since she was still in the other city, and didn’t live yet in her apartment that we tried to fix up, she told me to try look for a good deal and i looked at all the ads, and most were expensive, there were none for free, which happens sometimes, but not at that particular time, cause around here, often polish or russian guys will immediately grab everything that’s for free. so you gotta be quick… then this romanian guy had a functional washing machine, older model but top notch brand, for only 50 quid, ran without problem, fully functional, only problem, the top table, where you can either put your washing detergent on, or put another unit on top, a dryer for example, that table was missing, canlı kaçak bahis or was ugly. thats why it cost only 50 quid… and the seller was a romanian guy, just like her, she spoke romanian, and that’s where her roots were (think about transsylvania and blood sucking vampires, hehe, it certainly fit the bill for her..) The guy would even offer to help me drive it to her place, which i found was outstanding. cause we didn’t have a car in the city. so that was the only option.. and i told her all about it, and was overjoyed that it all worked out so well… but she was very suspicious and said “romanians, there you gotta be careful, they always screw you over”, and i just replied “i don’t care, cause the one who gets the unit will be romanian too..”. she didn’t think it was funny.And later when she saw the washing machine, she complained about how ugly it looked, and why I didn’t get another one. And ranted about what i had perceived a small miracle. That whole event was also another nail in the coffin of our relationship, if you could call it that. She could have put a dryer on top of that thing once she had the money to buy one, or simply get creative, building a new top-cover… In a place like Berlin, that washing machine would have been taken with blowkiss by every household hands down.. But the princess again had found the pea under her 40 layers of matresses.. I just couldn’t believe it. I never asked the 50 dollars back from her. at that point i was too pissed off already..At that time I already had my xhamster account, and also an imagefap account, that i later closed down cause the page was overrun with crossdressers, trannies, and had become just a joke, no normal people anymore. But I asked julianna since i had done so much for her the last months, cause I had no sex pictures, or videos of myself (for a lack of sex LOL) that i would like to take pictures of her shapely and tasty ass, either in underwear or plain in jeans, just showing her ass, no face, from the back, and then ask people on here what they would do with it. i thought it would be a harmless but hot thing to do, and was an awesome idea. but she completely shut me down, asking if I was crazy, she would never do that, and that I was a pervert. Even after asking her multiple times she would not budge. and i thought to myself. do i really deserve such friends. that day I decided she was a liability. well i knew that she was a liability. she had always been one from the first day, back when she promised to visit me in the ward, and just didnt show up, leaving me alone in bedlam, in the halls of hell.I have now talked a lot about her, but wanna end the story with the only incident that really surprised the shit out of me. Cause it was something that so rarely happens in my life. Since I’m a guy who only has an average face, and at that time didn’t even care to work out, and doesn’t throw around with money. Quite the opposite. And doesn’t have a huge cock, but only very average, probly 5,5inch without cheating, and 7 inch if i pull the FUDA (fat upper dick area, the male version of a FUPA) all the way back. which looks silly and doesn’t count (LOL)… for all these reasons or probably the fact that the invisible jew in the sky is making my life extra hard, just so he can have a laugh.. there is an unwritten rule in my life… that has almost become a running gag.. I absolutely never get laid. And if it looks like, as if, almost, i had a chance, that finally, in fact, to my big surprise, i really AM about to get laid… something always happens in the last second, that turns the situation around, so that, tadaaa… I don’t get laid..One day as Me and Julianna walked back into her apartment, which still wasn’t furnished at all, after shopping for some smalltime crap in the nearby mall, and her getting her obligatory coffee shake. She surprised me very much. She told me to put my backpack down in the hall, and my jacket too, which I did. Then she left on her clothes, and just lay down on her big beautiful bed in the halfway finished bedroom, where she rested for a minute and then told me to lie down next to her to, to chill out. She then said “let’s dim the light a little bit”.. and even asked me if I liked it that way. I nodded. I was to groggy cause the last couple days had been busy, and lieing with all our clothes on, on the bed, just felt so comfortable. with the street noise from outside coming through the slightly open windows. and still her two big clothes-hangers with the many coats on it, and the wheels under it, standing right there in the room… She suddenly rolled over and looked into my eyes, in a different way than she normally does. She had her makeup on, and didn’t look bad at all, but like a regular woman. with the figure of a supermodel. but the plain face of a woman. and she wouldn’t turn her face away. and we looked into each others eyes. Eyes are the windows to the souls, the books says. This has proved true in my life. the most incredible moments i have had with girls in my life, were always when i lay close to them, just before or during making out, and looking into their eyes, before the wild a****l nature takes over, all upbringing, all values, all teachings, all religion are thrown out the window, and you kiss each other. not because you want. but because your soul and body have an incurable, incredibly strong desire to hug, and kiss, and feel somebody, even to enter his body and become one with him and the universe. So i can’t remember why or how exactly, but on that particular day we got closer and closer to each other, and finally ended up kissing each other on the mouth, and once that happened, there was no turning back, our lips were locked, our teeth slightly touched, we shreeked back just a wee bit, but only to reposition our mouthes and keep going at it. we tongue-kissed each other, something i had not done in over 15 yrs to a girl. I couldn’t believe it was happening. It was surreal. the eternal rule on that day had no power.. Satan that day must have been locked in his cage, guarded by some archangels who would not let him out, to give his minions any orders. we didn’t even fight or talk, we just lay on the bed, french-kissing, i can’t remember how long, but altogether i think at least half an hour. She felt so nice and warm. And her beautiful tits. They were so big and wobbly and felt wonderful between your fingers. Since she was a mother, they had some tiny streaks of wear to them, not like a teenager’s tits, but full and ripe, with only small ripples of already aging skin. I couldn’t stop petting them, cupping them, grabbing greedily into her bra.. She didn’t mind at all, but really seemed to like it. I was also working her vagina with one hand, going right between her legs, and she didn’t really abject either. quite the contrary. i had my hand there all the time, we kissed, and she just gently moved her legs that were in pantyhose. and it felt really freaky by the very soft glistening noise it made.. then as I was getting really horny, and somewhere inside of me a switch was flipped, and I was now forgetting everything, only wanted to get more, get more of her body, thinking that’s it, we’re really gonna fuck this time… She gently pulled back my both hands that were now deep in her pants and over her vagina, and said in the most tender voice a mother can talk to her baby, saying “But we’re not gonna do any silly things today, aren’t we…” and I knew whose voice this was. i had crossed a boundary that was not mine to cross on that day… so I just enjoyed whatever I had enjoyed before, in the same fashion, and it went on for another couple minutes… then at some point, Satan must have broken out of his cage again, probably the lock was rusty or the angels had a pee break. cause suddenly she began to sob, from out of nowhere, and tears rolled down her eyes, as she said ” all my life, nobody has really loved me, i always have to pay for everything myself, people only use me, nobody has ever really loved me. in my entire life…” that was a hard shocker. She was always such a strong character, but now she was really a mess, and crying her eyes out…It was very moving. and I stopped whatever I was doing, still lieing on top of her, and tenderly kissed her forehead over and over and over again, in the most nonsexual way, exactly like a father or mother would kiss their young baby c***d. But it didn’t work. even the most unconditional love I could muster, and my soul groaning inside of me, for her to get some relief, it simply would not work… she continued to cry and sob.. for a couple of minutes and would not stop.. i kept lieing next to her and tenderly stroked the hair on her forehead with both hands to both sides, as if she was my own baby… she continued to sob. and at some point she just stopped, her eyes still full of tears.After our little petting session, with us still lieing on our backs on the bed, she asked me how long it had been since I had been with a woman. I said the last time was so far back that I couldn’t even think, how far back. but then remembered it had been 15 years ago, with my sister’s french exchange student. which had been the only girl ever, that i had fingered both in her vagina and her butthole almost the whole night, while french-kissing her for hours… She said, yes thats what she thought. That’s probably why the guy upstairs was fine with the whole deal, and told her to go along.. And give some pleasure and love to her friends. After all, love is the greatest.. And I said, Yes, I believe you. This was the Story of Julianna. If you know which country and which city I am talking about. And if you know which Julianna I mean, and if you wanna rat me out. let me tell you that i don’t give two shits, and you can show her the entire story. In fact I’m glad if you will.. At some point I will see her again. Cause In life God uses the people to teach us that are the most hard for us, and that we don’t even wanna spend time with. And if you’re a Saint, most time you can’t even walk away. its part of the training. I have stopped talking to her right now, and deleted her contacts etc. It takes only 1 day to get back in touch with her on social media, but I wanna spare my poor nerves, and hopefully live the years I have left without anymore of her bullshit. If at some point i run into some real money, or a guy offers me a small house or even a Villa in Croatia by the sea, I know who I will give it to. Cause that’s the place she loves the most. Until then. I can only pray that people like her will stay far away from me.

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