*1. Initial considerations and some ramblings
I know that the title of this Post may surprise a bit to those who read my previous two Posts and the Poll and my comments there. In the Poll I ask about the convenience of writing about what happened when I had âtroublesâ at work and about the sophisticated psychological techniques used to subdue me.
Why I decided to replace when possible the word âab+sesâ by âtroublesâ? : Because to my surprise a recent post of mine in my Group âAbout MFM threesomes and loversâ was censored and I had to soften it in order to be published. I'm sure it was censored because included an allusion to the fact that, when I was young, I was compelled up to a point (not much really), to do some "mischievous things" on behalf of someone else, which in my view is not something too scandalous (if you are interested please read my posts about my glorious year when I was 22).
I know this website is private and they can set the rules they want and change them when they want, is fair, I accept it, and I am not going to discuss it. But I fear that Blogland's tolerance level is being lowered little by little, and acceptable limits are narrower now than a few months ago, as it happens in general in our society: increasingly repressive and retrograde, where the word "Freedom" is the most feared of all for some. And not to forget the âAlgorithmâ that sees everything here, the AI (totally Artificial but not as Intelligent as they say⊠by now); you should fear AIs because they are powerful, ruthless, relentless, and inhuman.
The followers of my Posts know that sometimes I ramble (yes, I know I am rambling now), always intentionally, including some paragraphs or even full sections apparently non-connected to the main story, and I will keep doing that because at my age I no longer plan to change. I have my own opinions on many things, and I am proud to think on my own, accepting the risk of being wrong at times; I prefer to make mistakes for myself than for following others. So, here we go đ ; the intentional rambling starts (or continues):
You perhaps know that I spend several months a year living in France, and my husband and I love this country mainly because it is founded on three concepts that cannot be renounced for us, they are Universal Principles, but which today are being questioned stealthily all over the world, even in the western developed countries: LibertĂ© (Freedom, Liberty?), ĂgalitĂ© (Equality) and FraternitĂ© (Fraternity). The trend in the Media is to try to avoid using the word Freedom or Liberty and replace it with Democracy, although they are not synonyms; substitute Equality for Equity or Positive Discrimination, though both concepts are contradictory; and Fraternity by Solidarity, which are not synonymous either, being Fraternity a higher concept.
The fathers of the ideas that founded modern France, and with it set the reference for non-monarchical democracies in the World (why to use the silly word Planet?), were very cultured and intelligent freethinkers, and knew the Power of Words, and that is why they chose those three very deliberately: LibertĂ©, ĂgalitĂ©, FraternitĂ©.
But what is this rambling that seems like a delirium? Well, now you will see that there is a reason: When the events that I describe in these Posts happened, I did not have Freedom because I was forced by a superior to have sex with him against my will; I did not have Equality because at the time men were considered superior to women (and sadly this is still the case in more than three quarters of the World); and I did not have Fraternity because my co-workers, and the authorities at the institution in which I was working, pretended for a time not to see what was happening to me and to other women.
Following with the words in my writings, I am going to avoid as much as possible the risk of being censored, I will sweeten some parts, omit some unpleasant and hard ones but tell in detail the spicy and erotic ones (that they were a lot), I will use euphemisms as: âsexual troubles at workâ instead âsexual ab+ses at workâ; they fucked meâ instead of âthey r+ped meâ or: âthey asked me to please themâ instead of âthey fo+ced me to be their sexual sl+veâ, and so, but surely when you read it you know what I mean and you can easily translate it from the softened version to the harshest one more close to reality. I'm sorry to disappoint some who expected stronger writing from me: this is not the right place for that. But if you multiply the unpleasant parts of these writings by ten, you are close to what it was; while the erotic and sexual parts are told as hot as they were.
Also, obviously I have changed the names of all the nefarious participants and some of the places and changed many other inconsequential things. And of course, except mine, I've hidden the faces from everyone else in the photos and video-screenshots.
*2. My six Commandments, and the times I have break them, or almost
I have my own rules about many things in my life. Talking about erotic and sexual subjects, I have few but very solid principles or commandments, not the ones that, according to the myth the angry guy with the white beard wrote in two stones at the light of a burning bush, but those are by me and for me:
They are arranged in order of greatest to least importance, but all of them are inviolable. As you can see, those are not "Universal Principles". All my six commandments are all subjective and personal, but they are my own immovable principles that I am not even going to discuss with anyone: period.
As I know you are curious, I am sure youâd like to ask me: âBut Aura, you are a human being and I assume you will have âsinnedâ violating some of your own Commandments at some timeâ. Well, honestly:
The answer is yes: I've broken Commandment 3 three times (don't be scared! On all three occasions the guys were over 30), and Commandment 5 four times: the first one with my âbestieâ in Guyana (just once out of curiosity), and the other three times in my short bi-curios period; at 42 years old with two women during sessions of âwife swappingâ, and the last time with a bisex gorgeous saleswoman in the lingerie department at some Department Stores one year later.
About Commandment 1, the most important one to me, I never broke it, though I have been three times in the brink to âsinâ, finally I didnât, but by a whisker!
Two times I almost broke my main rule with Paco, the protagonist of a Post to come and whom I talked a few times in other previous Posts (you can see me with Paco in story Set 9 in the Post: âTen blowjobs sets with a happy ending to twelve different men, and a short story behind each of them&rdquo, the first time was when I was 23 and the second when I was 45, in both occasions he was in a bad relationship with his wife, and they were negotiating their separation, at the end they finally reconciled, not out of love but to not affect the lives of their children. Both times Paco and I were decided to have sex, but we both back off at the last instant, though I was already naked (not him) and receptive both times.
The other occasion was when JosĂ© Manuel (read my Posts about my adventures when I was 22) began the separation from his second wife, I was 31 years old, and JosĂ© Manuel was 44; by then his wife had already abandoned him and returned to his Navarrese town (in northern Spain). One day JosĂ© Manuel called me to invite me to lunch because he was sad and needed to talk to his best friend and confident: me. After lunch and drink we happily went to his home to have more drink đ and continue the talk. JosĂ© Manuel, laughing, reminded me that according to our rules when we were lovers and I was 22 years old, one was that I should always be naked in his home, with no exceptions. I also agreed laughing and got naked in the elevator going up to his apartment, and left all my clothes, except my heels, lying on the floor of the landing in front of the door of his huge apartment (too much excellent wine and too much talk about sex memories at lunch), he took some photos and a short video of me; We kept flirting and talking about erotic stuff, I sat on his lap and⊠miraculously we didn't have sex: I reacted and moved back getting up from his lap when he had already started kissing and touching me intimately, but I promised him that as soon as he became legally separated, I would return to have full sex with him.
I kept my promise and less than a month later, the next day after they signed the separation papers, we had sex as promised. JosĂ© Manuel and I spent a full day together, âfucking all night longâ (as the lyrics of the song says đ ), this was about 10 years after our previous relation of lovers ended. That day we agreed to meet once a year, on the anniversary of our first time when I was 22, to have lunch at his gentlemen's club like in the good old times and then spend the afternoon, evening, and night together, and we've done so ever since without missing a year. We already have scheduled the next meeting for the end of January 2023. JosĂ© Manuel is now 72 and, with the help of the âblue pillâ after the third fuck (not before), he is still a very good lover. You can see some photos of me he take that day (he is not a good photographer) in his apartment in the Post: "My glorious year", some ramblings, reflections, and a jump to a future that in the present is pastâ.
Finally, it does not count as sins, but when I was 29, and just after becoming a mother for the first time, and when my husband Dan had to spent several months in Paris due to his work, I forcibly violated commandments 1, 2 and 4, when a boss and his two henchmen concocted a complex set-up and caught me, blackmailing and threatening me, and repeatedly forcing me to fuck with them for almost six months (I mean I was repeatedly rap+d), the three of them were married men. I was forced against my will to let myself used in every way you can imagine, and perhaps more...
The main objective of this series of Posts is to relate this stage of my life and analyze the evolution of my feelings and my behavior
.Image 1.1. This was my physical appearance at 28-29 years old before I got pregnant (see also the precedent Post). Photos taken by Francis on Fridays night after dinner, during threesome meetings đ
*3. Some context: a summary of my sexual and affective life from 22 to 29 years old
As my most assiduous readers know well, at the age of 22 I was finishing my Master, MSc, in a faculty in the field of science in one of the universities of the city where I lived in my parents' house in the north of Spain.
In that year, apart from studying a lot, I had an extraordinary number of sexual experiences: I was an amateur (or rather semi-professional) model for a photographer a couple of years older than me, Chema, of whom I was a business partner and friend, and we had sex frequently. With him I briefly participated in two short porn videos, and very crappy by the way đ , and appeared in several erotic and sex decks of cards (they were very fashionable and in demand at that time throughout Europe and especially in Spain).
Being with Chema I met JosĂ© Manuel, who was the main fan customer who bought all my nude photos (you have some photos of these in the Posts about âmy glorious year when I was 22âŠ&rdquo: that sale was by no means clandestine or illegal, but it was discrete and private. JosĂ© Manuel was (he is currently retired) a prestigious 35-year-old widowed lawyer, of whom I soon became his official lover: that is, his lover in public and in private, and also his submissive, from the end of January to the middle of September when I was 22.
With my consent, he had me branded professionally and not too painfully (I imagine getting a tattoo hurts a lot more) with the "iron from his horse and bull herd from his ranch in Navarre", an "A" with a sidebar, a "slash", because his family name begins with an A. José Manuel sent me several times to sexually and emotionally satisfy his best friend, Esteban: who was single and alone, he fell in love with me and formally proposed marriage to me at the end of September: I did not accept and explained the reasons to him delicately and lovingly, he is a nice guy and I liked him, so I didn't want to hurt him in any way.
JosĂ© Manuel made me a good internship temporary work contract as an advisor to his law firm for scientific and technical subjects and I modestly helped him in several legal cases of patents; it was my first job. But in the fun side, I participated in several erotic parties with JosĂ© Manuel where I was the âmain attractionâ; He also sent me to pose for a friend of his, Juan Luis, who was a well-known artist and also an exceptional person, but I did not have sexual relations with him because he was married, I was only his model for two oil paintings and several acrylics and drawings, he take some polaroid to work on the paintings when I was not posing. JosĂ© Manuel and I ended our relationship in September, when he started going out with a sister of his late wife: they soon got married and I assisted as a guest to the wedding, she knew I have been JosĂ© Manuelâs lover for eight months.
I would like to say that seven years later, José Manuel's intervention was decisive in getting me out of the ironclad, well-crafted trap into which I fell at my workplace, and which is the central theme of this Post and the next few ones. My husband and I will always be immensely grateful to him for what he did. José Manuel was our family's lawyer until his retirement four years ago and has always been a faithful and good friend.
At the end of September, being 22, I obtained my MSc degree placed among the top 10% of the more than 250 students in my promotion at that faculty, and thanks to my excellent academic record and the influence and recommendations of José Manuel, I found a job with a good position in an important electrical company.
From my first day of work, on October 1 (that's the precise date), I radically changed my attitude and stopped being a student of "joyful life" to become a serious professional who worked very hard many hours a day. At the beginning of December some friends introduced me to Dan, whom I started dating in March and married in May: Dan is my husband and lover, father of my children, friend and accomplice in adventures and sexual mischief. Dan was coincidentally an assistant professor at the same faculty where I had studied, but being three years older than me, we did not coincide during my student days (if I had met him, I would have fucked him I have no doubts about it đ )
.Image2.1. From left of the photo to right: Dan behind me, me, and Francis during a threesome when I was 27 or 28.
Dan has a close childhood friend who is an artist, Francis: painting, drawing and photography and he used to come home for dinner almost every Friday with Dan and me; the three of us would then stay up chatting until the wee hours of the morning and naturally I started posing for him naked on some of those evenings for sketches and for some polaroid photos, right away we started having threesome sex (heterosexual style, the two guys for me, since Dan is straight), I became his amateur model, his muse and, with the support and push of Dan, Francis and I also became lovers after a few months; so I had almost daily sex with Dan, threesome sex with Dan and Francis almost every Friday, and solo sex with Francis every two or three weekends; not to forget sporadic one night stands with hook-ups. That relationship of threesomes and lovers lasted twenty years, with some blank periods, and ended when Francis started dating a girl and they became a couple. Francis is still our friend, and we meet a few times a year for dinner and chat, but there is nothing sexual anymore between us.
4. When I returned to the university for five years to get the PhD:
When I was just 25 years old, Dan convinced me that getting a doctor's degree (he already was), a PhD, would be very good for my professional career, so I discussed it with my bosses at the company and they encouraged and supported me. So, I went to the faculty where I had studied years before and found an interesting research topic for me and for my company, and a thesis director (he was technically very good, but with very little personality), in a different department where my husband was the head, the director.
The company allowed me to work only part-time for three years and spend the other half at the university doing my doctoral thesis, all while keeping my salary intact. Later, they granted me a two-year leave of absence to finish my thesis and assigned me a research scholarship with a salary similar to the one I had at my job: that is, they behaved in an exceptional way with me and I did my best to correspond to that behavior working for more than sixty hours a week (!!) to do a good research, present my doctoral thesis as soon as possible and return to the company with my enhanced training and my PhD diploma to be able to tackle jobs of greater responsibility and return the favor to the company.
Dan and I have always planned for the long term, even the very long term, for the things that are important to us, and we have never acted rashly in our jobs or in our family life. At the age of 29, I had already spent almost four years of hard research and my Doctoral Thesis was well on track and about to end. The mathematical methods and models that I had developed were giving good results, both in the computational verifications and in the experimental tests, I already had the script of the Thesis writing, that in Spain is called "Memoria", which were long writings of more than four hundred pages in which all aspects of the research were detailed and justified, that has changed a lot over time, but back then it was like that. I already had some chapters almost finished writing and had published parts of my work in conferences and in national and international scientific journals.
It was during some of those extremely boring conferences held in other cities, especially in Madrid, that I had "not a few" one-night stands with flirts I met in the evenings at the hotel bar where I stayed đ . In this regard, you may be interested in my Posts entitled:
. November sex adventure in Madrid when I was 25 (Part 1 and Part 2).
. Romantic adventure in Granada at the age of 26.
. My hook-up techniques for one-night stands.
Except in Granada I never flirted or hooked-up with other attendees at the congress, and in that case it was because it was a generalist congress, I was a doctoral student and he was already a consolidated professor in a field of work completely foreign to mine: I was from the field of Science and he was from Fine Arts, and we worked in two universities that were 500 km apart from each other. Also, following the rude but wise saying: âDonât Sh+t Where you Eatâ, I never had this kind of sexual adventures when the congresses were held near where I lived and worked. I always did this with the approval and support of Dan, who loves that I have that type of sporadic sexual encounters and then tell him and "document" everything, especially with photos; we are that naughty. However, Francis didn't like those adventures of mine at all, but he had to accept my behaviour because Dan liked it, and still does.
So, Dan and I decided it was the perfect time to have a baby, after six years of marriage and before I turned 30, so that I could then return to my company with my PhD and resume my professional work without interruptions: we were both planners and healthy ambitious in our work, but honest and fair. I got pregnant on the first try đ, I had a pregnancy without any problems and our wonderful daughter was born in the spring when I was 29 years old: everything was well planned and executed, as it should be, everything went perfectly. I did not need days-off, nor did I interrupt my research during my pregnancy or after giving birth, only four days to physically recover afterwards.
As you can see in the many photos I uploaded in the Posts in this Blog, I have always liked to be physically fit and stay slim and attractive within my means; Well, as you know, I'm quite an exhibitionist đbecause I've always been a little insecure about my body, and "I like to please others" being proud of my body. For me, nudity has never been something to avoid or something bad or dirty, quite the opposite (but I have talked about all this extensively in other Posts and I will not insist more here).
In addition, I was the semi-professional model of Francis, who was beginning to be well-known and to have more and more clients and organize exhibitions in art galleries in Spain and the south of France. I accompanied him to several of those exhibitions, where I was presented as his model and partner, both things were true. The murky and complicated relationships like an artist having a couple who is a woman married to a friend of his, and who at the same time is his model and lover, are very well seen in artistic environments, which is why I contributed to increasing Francis's "cache" đ. We always kept the threesome thing a secret.
But inevitably, during pregnancy I gained weight, and my body temporarily changed shape: my breasts "transmuted" experiencing an impressive increase in volume, with huge areolas and large nipples, but always remaining completely upright: in the shape of a conical bell proudly pointing forward as without being affected by the force of gravity. According to a precise and thorough measurement that Francis made one night when I was horny, the tip of my nipples was almost 13 cm from my chest while laying in bed, that is, more than 5 inches; please have a look at the attached photos and consider that in them I was not completely turned on. Also, I had short hair and a perm.
My look had changed radically and, apparently, many saw me more attractive that way, with that more feminine, curvy, and sweet body (please see the preceding Post and Image 3.1)
.Image 3.1. My new curvier and chubbier look with my big âmelonsâ defying the laws of physics; they were the main reason for my troubles with the boss at work (I will tell in other Post where was taken these outdoor photos and who shot them, you will be perhaps surprised).
Dan and Francis used to say between laughs that breasts so big, but so erect, hard, and stiff violated the laws of physics, specifically the laws of universal gravitation. Seeing me a bit chubby and with such boobs was news to them (I had already been a bit chubby before, for a few months when I was a pie-loving young girl, but with smaller tits). Apparently, because of the novelty, they both wanted more sex with me than usual, which was already a lot. Laughing, Dan said that sometimes it seemed to him that, while we were having sex, he was cheating on me, and Francis came home more often than usual đ Dan and Francis wanted to make the most of this predictably short period with my new exuberant look, and I was delighted with this overdose of sex.
Yes, you have understood correctly: we continued having threesomes, and my usual encounters alone with Francis, throughout my pregnancy. In fact, we had a threesome meeting (obviously at the end we were very careful, sweet and without penetrative sex) and I also posed for a watercolor, just four days before giving birth
.Image 4.1. Here you can see a drawing, a sketch for a painting, in the third month of pregnancy plus a photo of me posing for Francis for this drawing at his artist studio, a weekend we spent together. Also a quick watercolor he painted in the above mentioned meeting.
You already know that I am a non-pathological hypersexual woman, and also multi-orgasmic, as well as a nice slutty đ So in less than a week after giving birth I was already having sex with Dan and with Francis again. And, without the risk of getting me pregnant, they fucked me always bareback during a time: it was a delicious non-stop!
Francis was the one who enjoyed my big tits the most, since from the end of September Dan had to spend more than six months in Paris, since he started directing an important international research project, and then he could only return home a few weekends. Dan didn't want me to live alone at home with our baby for so long, so we asked Francis to come living with me, which he immediately happily agreed to đ. Francis temporarily moved his artist's studio to a room in our apartment, and during all that time we were openly living together as a couple. In that way, despite me coming home late almost every day, I had company and didnât have to sleep alone đ and I could keep posing for him at least for a while every evening, which together with the sex that we had almost daily, relaxed me a lot and helped me to forget about the many unexpected and serious troubles that began to arise at work as soon as Dan left
.Image 5.1. Francis and me at that time. I am sorry for the low quality of the photos; they are polaroid than were carefully stored for many years in the box, a trunk with key, where I keep my intimate diaries, photos, slides, and other documents of my erotic and sexual adventures along my life. I donât know why but this series of photos appeared badly deteriorated with time (altered colors, marks, spots and defects).
Francis and I hired a housekeeper, a mature and experienced woman who came to the house from Monday to Friday to take care of our baby and do the daily cleaning of the house. Our daughter grew up with bottles, given during the day by the housekeeper and by Francis when she left, because I was not able to breastfeed her since I spent most of the day at the university working on my doctoral thesis. After giving birth, my intention was to take care of my diet, to exercise and recover my usual slim figure in a few months, but the reality is that it took me longer than expected: almost a year because, although I ate less, I did not have enough time to exercise
.*Image 6.1. Posing for Francis during a quiet Saturday afternoon during the time we lived together, the second photo in the previous post was also taken by Francis that same afternoon. Of course, all our photography and art sessions ended the same way: having sex; although it was not essential that there be a previous art session to fuck đ .
As I mentioned before and you saw in the photos, I had become a bit of a chubby girl, with huge turgid stiff boobs, cheeks always rosy from the riot of hormones from having recently become a mother, and short curly hair with a perm that was all the rage at the time. In addition, I was always smiling of happiness because everything was going great in my life: I worked a lot, but I was very happy 24 hours a day though I missed Dan. But I didn't know that my new look was my downfall and is at the origin of this story of âserious troublesâ at work for six months.
Spoiler Alert in the next paragraph!
(In order not to cause concern in the readers who appreciate me the most đ , I advance here that, thanks to the direct, forceful and rapid intervention of Dan when he definitely returned home, with the help of JosĂ© Manuel and of two old hook-up friends of mine from my student days: Bernardo and Nestor, I was rescued and woke up from my induced Stockholm syndrome (kind of) and it all end out great for me, but not so well for the abusers that using sophisticated psychological techniques and professional advice kidnapped my will. Dan and JosĂ© Manuel, the two of them furious and acting together in a coordinated way, were unstoppable, like two battleships sailing at full speed while opening fire with all their artillery mercilessly crushing and sinking everything that stood in their way: my abusers and their adviser in this case, who could only barely resist two days before being stopped, having all the graphic documentation they had to blackmail me seized (was immediately given to me), unceremoniously fired from the university and warned with much worse consequences if they presented the slightest opposition. The wives of the three divorced them as soon as they were informed by JosĂ© Manuel about the subject, and with the legal help of his law firm kept all the assets of the marriage, leaving the malefactors ruined, without a family and without a job.)
Three months after finishing this ugly and troublesome episode, I defended my Doctoral Thesis and obtained the title of doctor âSumma Cum Laudeâ (âSobresaliente Cum Laude por Unanimidadâ in Spain) and I returned to my company with a promotion and with all the honors. In the company they never knew anything about what had happened to me. In fact, outside of a very small group of people, no one ever knew anything about all these events and my public image, and my professional prestige remained intact.
But before reaching such a good port I had to sail through a strong storm, a hurricane, which was about to dislodge me, sink me, drag me to the bottom and ruin my whole life. So, let's continue with the story in the next Chapter, because now the dark clouds are beginning to appear on the horizon.
*5. And finally, a new digression and new doubts about how to continue, I apologize
I must confess you that at this point I have begun to have many doubts about what to do, how to continue and even whether to continue or not. I think the photos included in the text clearly convey the happiness I felt at the time. I only missed Dan, who was only able to come three times in the six months that the project lasted, but I knew that directing this international elite research team it was very good for his professional career and therefore for our small family, it was also a very well-paid job: in short, I was very happy in general, and as far as the sexual part I was completely satisfied, because of the novelty and "social transgression â of Francis and I living together openly as a couple for all intents and purposes, turned us both on a lot and we had sex practically every day⊠We had been lovers for more than five years but spending weekends together from time to time is one thing, and it is quite another to live together maritally for six full months.
And now what do I do? how do I finish this chapter? In this Chapter 1 so far there have been no unpleasant events, only forecasts or anticipations that these were going to arrive not long, so let it end like this, without anything unpleasant, everyone happy and "enjoying the good weather", and I start counting the less pleasant things: âthe stormy weatherâ in Chapter 2? Or on the contrary, am should already introduce a âwedgeâ here that allows us to glimpse what the gloomy future that is inexorably approaching is going to be like? I donÂŽt knowâŠ
Well; at that time professional reflex cameras as: Canon, Nikon, Leica, etc. they were excellent in terms of photographic quality and I don't think the current digital ones are better, although evidently back then the process of chemical development was very laborious and now the photos are available instantly. In addition, there were the "medium format" cameras such as the Hasselblad (the ones that NASA astronauts took to the Moon, and yes "they really went to the Moon" it was not a montage, whatever the "conspiracy theorists" say) that almost certainly could take better quality photos than the current ones, although they were very cumbersome and not very versatile. As you can see, based on posing as much as a model and for so many photographers đ something of the photographic culture has sticked off on me.
However, the video cameras of the time were frankly "deplorable" and the videos were always crappy, not very clear because they were to be played on cathodic ray TV sets (was it about 400 lines to cover the screen vertically? I don't remember! Well, I don't have that written down in my private diaries! đ ).
The abuser who caught me and temporarily turned me into his whore, let's call him "Lalo" (not his real name, but it suits him, I'll tell you why in Chaper 2) liked to have his sexual misdeeds with his victims filmed on video: victims like myself without go further, so I have quite a few videos, of lousy quality, in which I appear having sex with him. In one of those videos, Lalo and I are having complete sex in the rear seats of his car (he liked flashy cars, of course) and it ends with a huge orgasm from me while he fucks and I'm sitting on top of him with his cock inside, then I give him a violent handjob with a happy ending and splash all over me (all is literal).
On that occasion, one of his two henchmen: Nico, was driving and the other: Nacho, was filming us from the passenger seat; due to the movements and vibrations of the car the quality of the video is even worse than usual, and due to the relative darkness and light contrasts of the interior of the car the video is dark and not well exposed (it is better seen in black and white). I had the doubt whether I should include here two screenshots or not; for instance, while I'm sucking him, in order to end this Chapter 1 in a dramatic way, that is to say an Image 7.1. composed of two screenshots of poor quality and a bit gloomy, in black and white; in which, although my face can be seen and I am clearly recognized, I am no longer happy and smiling. In addition, Lalo was tacky and when we went out (not at work), he ordered me that I be dressed and make-up in a very striking, exaggerated way: literally like a prostitute, and that type of make-up produces very marked and hard features in the face as it is shown in the video (in contrast to the almost absence of make-up and my face that I think appears sweet and natural in the rest of the photos in this Post).
It would be abruptly abandoning the eroticism and sensuality of most of this Chapter 1, which includes a clear and elegant very rare affair of âmĂ©nage Ă troisâ and consensual cuckolding (which was exactly what it was) for six months for an agreement of three friends: husband, wife, and lover. To jump into a dirty, ugly affair of blackmail, threats, violence, non-consensual rough sex, sexual abuses, including the victim being repeatedly r+ped, in a tacky, gloomy, and oppressive environment. In other words, jump abruptly from the âfine eroticismâ of the first part, to the hard and dirty porn including nuances of go+e and sn+ff at the end of the Chapter.
But finally, I backed down, because it seemed like a very rude ending to the chapter, too shocking; Of course, the effect of contrast with the rest of the Post was going to surprise, but perhaps also to displease the readers. I think it's better let this Chapter 1 all bright and pink, and in Chapter 2 start with the darkest, gloomy, and oppressive part of the facts.
What do you think? Would it have been better to include scenes from the porn video in the car to finish? It's not clear to me, but something had to be decided and I've opted for the easier solution: don't dirty this chapter with the miseries that come later.
End of Part 1
To be continued
Aura
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Hi Aura,
You, young lady, are an amazing woman. Your beauty, no matter what part of your life that you show us, just radiates from you, and is equally match by your mental strength and tenacity. The more you share, the more I appreciate your honesty and character. Your writing skills and style, are amazing, as I find myself immersed into your life, and feeling what you are showing us. Your pictures always add to the deepness of my voyeuristic mind and the engineer in me, allows me to gather even the smallest of details, to create my own mental 3D movie of your story. Yes, I am smitten and simultaneously intrigued, by the depth and strength, at which I find your energy, drawing me inward.
It's extremely sad that a very small fraction of this life's journey, had to encompass, such debauchery, but as we've discussed, previously, you came out the other side, a stronger and more determined woman, who picked herself up, with the help of her husband and close friends, dusted herself off, and said, "now let's get on with our lives". And three months later, defended your Doctoral Thesis, which I found astonishing, and with honors, too. Bravo, Dr. Aurora, bravo.
I wholeheartedly agree with your world political view points, as the World (Global) Elitists, are rapidly destroying the character and fiber, by which our countries were founded. It is, as if they are placing the entire world population, into one great Stockholm Syndrome, using the constant propaganda, that the political forces and media, regurgitate, multiple times a day. Don't get me started, as it is more than frustrating.
As far as this chapter, your wrapup was perfect. You have written tremendous things, in your lifetime, so I would always tell you, that you know best, about what to share, how to start or end, etc. Just go with your heart and gut, and you'll be fine. Anyone, who has read your writings, will appreciate, whatever you decide to do, when facing these mental dilemmas.
OMG, your breasts, when you embraced motherhood, were amazing and I would have suckled them, as much as possible. Damn, what a transformation, all in a very good way.
Thanks, for taking us on your life's journey.
Kisses,
Tom
Hello Tom,
Wise comments! So it was, Dan and I thought: "this has happened and it can't be changed, but finally:
Case settled. So let's get on with our lives and take care of ourselves and raise our daughter as best we can. And so we did.
As proof that it didn't leave me with any aftermath, you know that the university Committee gave me all the photos and videos. I could have destroyed them, but why do that? I didn't burn them because they are part of my life, and since it was all about sex, I kept it all in the chest with the rest of my private diaries, along with the very detailed report recounting everything that happened in those months -almost a hundred pages- that I wrote so that José Manuel (the lawyer) would have all the data to act accordingly.
Of course Dan has seen the videos and all the photos (some photos are really good, I have to admit) and from a purely "porn" point of view, and abstracting from the circumstances in which they were recorded, the videos are frankly exciting, even the poor recording quality makes them more "sleazy": it's just hardcore porn.
Some years ago I transferred the videos to digital format, and to prepare these Posts I have seen them again and it has not given me any bad feeling, I have even gotten a little aroused in some parts Then I took about 20 screenshots and improved them one by one in Paintshop, which took me many hours, I'm sorry for the low quality, but you know what the videos recorded on tape were like (many young people believe that the digital 4K format has always existed... poor little things).
What I don't know yet is whether to continue with parts 2 and 3, or move on to another topic. As I have already mentioned, once I gave up I decided to enjoy myself when possible, because the things that were going to be done to me would be done to me anyway, whether I enjoyed them or not. Besides, you already know that I am hipersexual (not pathological) and for me it is not possible not to have orgasms when I am fucked (to put it clearly), whether I am fucked voluntarily or not, and I am not ashamed of it; I am like that, period. I think that some readers were not going to assimilate all this, or understand it, and as you know I do not want controversy.
Also, my "case solved: life goes on" approach was also not going to be to the liking of many. Indeed Tom, as you very well say in your paragraphs 2 and 3, people today are very abducted (more than I was by my abusers) and they think that what is "politically correct" today was always like that, and they are wrong. I think that people of our generation are much tougher and above all: less complaining than more recent generations, who live inside their phones always worried about what others think of them on "social networks" (bah!).
But, I decide or not to write what follows this Part 1, however I will end up uploading some of the screenshots with any excuse, maybe I won't mention under what circumstances they were made But you, my dear Tom know and you will recognize it when you see those poor quality captures in black and white (perhaps a coupla in color).
As for the photos, one of them (the least evil of the three) was a good photographer; In fact, the outdoor photos that are in this Post were taken by him on a trip that the four of us took to the countryside, about 100 km away. They ordered me to travel naked all the way there and back. When we reached that secluded area, we took a long walk along that rural road, I walking naked (with snickers); And you can imagine what the three of them did to me outdoors... Although forced, it was a very exciting experience. Whether I enjoyed it or not, it does not reduce their guilt, since I had gone with them against my will because I was blackmailed and threatened with no possibility of escape at that time.
With regard to your aforementioned paragraphs 2 and 3, you have expressed it brilliantly, I subscribe to each of your words. Kudos!
Well, then write or not more parts you already have at least a small preview of a "not entirely unpleasant" fact within Part 2, where 75% of what I tell would be quite unpleasant.
Sorry for this long answer, which is almost a Post!
A kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze
Hello Aura,
Thank you for such a wonderful response and never worry about it's length, as I consume every word.
Yes, case closed, and I am glad that you, your husband and your world, were only momentarily affected, and that no long-term or post event effects ever occurred. Your bullet points were spot on. You are absolutely right, it was part of your life, and the fact that you mentally decided to make the best out of the bad situation and enjoy and draw pleasure, where you could, probably helped you to handle the aftermath, the way you have.
Yes, I certainly do know that you are hypersexual and how rewatching the videos could cause arousal, especially with your inner memories and sexual feelings that are tied to, or associated with those events. đ I always memorize every part of your pictures, as I mentally make a 3D map of you, so I will keep a lookout those pictures of which you spoke. đ
Aura, I appreciate anything you write and whether thus was a prelude or not, that is perfectly fine. Here's what I would suggest about your dilemma of to write Parts 2 and 3, or not. Sit and try to put your outline together, how you would envision them. If, you struggle with getting the outline, not a rough draft, then walk away and choose the next topic that you want to share. If your outline comes together fairly easy, and you like how it flows, then I would say, roll with it. You know me, and I rarely do what I am about to do, and that is to express MY opinion, and like assholes, everyone has one, but I feel after Part 1 and the perfect way you closed it out, that you should move on to the next part of your life that you want to share. Sweetie, you know you, to your most inner depths and feelings, so whichever you decide, for you, is the perfect decision, at this moment, in time.
Again, I too, can get long winded, so never ever apologize for doing the same. If we didn't get along so well and spark each other's creative juices, we would only write a few polite sentences, and be done with it, but our energies choose to engage deeper, and I enjoy it.
Kiss,
Tom
Outstanding comment Tom! also Aura's answer.
@TomCatnDubai
Thank you for the good advice and your nice words Tom.
Kiss
Aura
@davidmontroy
Thanks David, I appreciate your comment.
@Mibelayze
Aura, you are very welcome..
Kiss
Tom
@davidmontroy mira este grupo por favir
Group for real meetings of mature people from Benidorm to Denia
@Mibelayze
Aura, I looked at the group and your personal profile and left you a note in the group.
Kiss,
Tom
@TomCatnDubai
Thank you Tom!
Kiss
@Mibelayze
You are welcome.
XOXO
atentan contra las leyes de la >>FĂsica, pues se mantienen erguidos, duros y maravillososoEs natural y lĂłgico, que tus dos hombres quedasen extasiados y aun mĂĄs excittados, al ver el cambio que tu expectacular y bello cuerpo hizo con el embarazo, al comparar las fotas de antes y despue la diferencia de tus pechos es muy notorĂa, pero muy bella y encantadora, y como dices, esos maravillosos pechos atentan contra las Leyes de la Gravedad, estan duros herguidos y muy firmes, cosa que no deberĂa ser asĂ, por tanto entiendo que durante ese tiempo Dan y Francis, aun tiviesen mĂĄs ganas de tener sexo contigo, ami me hubiese ocurrido lo mismo que a ellos, besos Aura
Hola Sento, muchas gracias por los piropos. Siempre tan amable conmigo
Un beso
Aura
Y ¿qué opinas de mis divagaciones sobre los conceptos de Libertad, Igualdad y Fraternidad? ¿y de como las mujeres estån oprimidas en la mayor parte del mundo en nombre, sobre todo, de una determinada religión? Democracia y Libertad no son sinónimos ni mucho menos, pero mucha gente los confunde, en fin, !qué tiempos!
Disculpa por esta nueva divagaciĂłn...
@Mibelayze Hola Aura, no divagas, en realidad solo dices lo que es muy óvio, pero que nadie quiere reconocer, la mujer estå discriminada, y mås cuando esta da señales de mejor preparación y de saber mås, que el gran grupo de hombres que conforman el poder, y la Libertad, La Igualdad y la Fraternidad, es algo que el 99% de la gente ni quiere, ni desea entender, es mås cómodo, nadar a favor de corriente, que hacerlo contra ella, desgraciadamente, mi vida siempre ha sido, y sigue siendo un nadar contra corriente, pero con las ideas muy claras, y sobre todo sabiendo el verdadero sentido de la Libertad, no el libertinaje, de la Igualdad, no de querer ser todos iguales, y sobre todo la Fraternidad, que no es darle de comer al hambriento, si no enseñarlo a que sepa ganarse el sustento por el mismo, y que tenga la oportunidad de hacerlo, perdona Aura, por mi extensa respuesta, que creo era superior a lo que preguntabas, un beso
@sento773
Hola Sento, no te has extendido de mĂĄs, en absoluto.
Ya ves que no nado ni a favor de corriente ni e contra, nado en la direcciĂłn que yo creo debo nadar, a veces conicide con la mayoritaria y a veces no, pero en temas de sexo creo que "nunca" ha coincidido con la mayoritaria.
Aura
You look fantastic in this post. I believe you were correct to leave those video images out. Ty for sharing your interesting story once again. You are such a captivating person xxx
Kiss đ
Aura: Wow! Wow! applause!
Una parte de una historia excepcionalmente contada, la he vivido mientras leia sin poder quitar la vista de la pantalla: este post lo he imprimido en papel para leerlo y disfrutarlo a gusto.
La verdad es que has tenido y por lo que me parece sigues teniendo, una vida sexual y emotiva que no se parece en nada a la de la mayorĂa de la gente, has tenido mucha suerte (aunque ya se prevĂ© que en estos posts nos vas a contar algo poco agradabla para tí gracias por el esfuerzo.
En cuanto a tu pregunta final: al menos a mĂ me hubiera gustado ver esas fotos con el tal Lalo en el coche, me parece que no lo pasaste mal del todo pues cuentas que tuviste un fuerte orgasmo mientras te la metĂa. Me alegro por ti.
Sigue asĂ, no cambies por favor!
Un admirador tuyo y fan lector
D
Gracias D đđ
@Mibelayze
Hola Aura, Gracias por compartir esas aventuras de tu vida, y por las fotos! eres una verdadera belleza natural y siempre lo has sido a juzgar por las todas las fotos que tĂș misma has puesto aquĂ.
Me atreveré a decir algo y espero que no te enfades conmigo:
Creo que el balance de en este caso de abusos en el trabajo fue que finalmente disfrutaste mĂĄs que sufriste. Es decir, que desde el principio te sentiste excitada y halagada de que tu jefe te acosara (aunque estoy seguro que tu no le provocaste), luego te resististe a la presiĂłn lo que pudiste, pero en el fondo estabas deseando que Ă©l ganara y te sometiera; creo que disfrutaste mĂĄs que sufriste de ser su puta privada.
Todo esto lo digo porque como sabes he leido atentamente todos tus posts y creo que te conozco un poco. Tu misma dices que eres de tendencia sumisiva hacia hombres con personalidad, y que te gustan los juegos de dominación y qué mås dominación que ser obligada a tener sexo?
TĂș no lo buscaste, , Ă©l atacĂł, tĂș te resististe y luchaste, pero estabas deseando que Ă©l ganara y luego disfrutaste de tu derrota. Me equivoco?
Desde luego todo lo que te digo no quita para qu el tal Lalo (estoy impaciente por saber porquĂ© le pones ese nombre) era un completo cerdo impresentable, y que lo que hizo se merecĂa el castigo que recibiĂł y mucho mĂĄs. Hoy dĂa hubiera ido a la cĂĄrcel varios años, pero en aquĂ©l entonces ya sabemos que no era asĂ.
No te molesto mĂĄs, pero te agradecerĂa que me contestes si eres tan amable.
Que pases un buen sĂĄbado!
D
@davidmontroy
A ver David, has acertado en gran parte de lo que dices , eres muy observador. Pero no has acertado en todo, la verdad es que lo pasĂ© muy muy mal sobre todo al principio, y luego los muy degenerados usan las tĂ©cnicas del sicĂłlogo! en fin, unos sicĂłpatas es lo que eran. Pero la parte de luchar, perder y ser subyugada fue excitante, y lo de ser vio++da no es nunca agradable, te lo garantizo, pero ser la puta privada de alguien a la fuerza en segĂșn que circunstancias puede ser excitante mientras no haya amenazas fĂsicas (que no las hubo nunca, excepto una alusiĂłn que fue hecha en el calor de una muy fuerte discusiĂłn que tuvimos la primera vez que aceptĂ© dejarme follar; nunca me la tomĂ© en serio aunque no me gustĂł nada).
No lo he contado aquĂ en este Blog, pero aparte del abusador y los dos secuaces que me vio++ron repetidamente, hace cinco años tuve otro "incidente" puntual en mi casa en España . Pero tengo que reconocer que al de España yo le fui tentando vez tras vez, hasta que un dĂa que estaba aburrida y cachonda como una perra en celo, me pasĂ© y le abrĂ la puerta desnuda, el no pudo resistir mĂĄs y pasĂł lo que pasĂł. Reconozco que yo tuve la culpa, no le denunciĂ©. Ya hablarĂ© de eso en un Post, o quizĂĄ no, no lo sĂ©; estos temas son muy delicados y escribiendo en inglĂ©s puedo meter la pata, ya sabes.
De premio por haber medio-acertado te enviĂł un dulce beso
Pero que sepas que este asunto fue una etapa muy desagradable de mi vida, aunque hubo no pocos momentos que no estuvieron nada mal... Pero el que gozara a veces no les quita nada de la culpa a esos tres degenerados.
Aura
@davidmontroy
Hola David, soy Aura en el Canal de AFF que tengo por mi cuento, on mu own, por favor Ă©chale una ojeada
UN beso
Ya sĂłlo faltan dos semanas para encontaernos en persona!!! Me alegro de haberte gustado el otro dĂa en la videoconferencia fue muy excitante
Un beso
Aura
Aura, a few thoughts:
First, Iâm sorry that you had to experience such abuse.
Second, I am kind of surprised that you have an aversion to Sex with married people when you yourself are married having sex with others. I assume that if a partner is married; however, has permission, you would not consider that as an infraction of your commandment.
Third, I absolutely love your tits⊠beautiful ! Fourth, I would love to see your pics and vids
As always, thank you for sharing đ
Hi, thx đ
About married men, I had sex with two when my husband and I partcipated in âwife swappingâ, and that is ok for me. What I mean in my commandnents is that I don't want to harm third parts, wives. If a wife says personales to me that is ok if I have sex with his husband then here I go! đđ
@Mibelayze
Thank you for clarifying. Thatâs what I thought