Unconventional Reasons: A Reverse Harem Love Story

by Saint, Olivia

  2

  Chapter

  One month after

  The carrot juice with celery and morning running start giving results. I’m feeling much better and full of energy. During this time somehow I was having five dates. three of them with a different man, all of that of course not without helping of my friends, how I hate this volunteering. One better than the other in bad meaning. The first guy was sixty but looks like if he is seventy. Full destroyed and thinking that our deal now is just to take care of grandkids and treating a garden in front of his village house. All he was talking was about how to increase a harvest and how to fertilize a soil better. That was our first and the last date, obviously. The second guy was my age, the champion of boring without any sense of humor but with a horrible smell from the mouth. Professor at one famous university. Very perspective personality but how my friend comment: “you are too selective, even such respected person is not enough for you”. He was calculating each coin. So greedy person. My first date with him was also the last. Thank God we went to the theater so I was not having to listening to him too long, just a short walking after. And the last subject was Nikolas. We are still in touch, but I'm not sure for how long. He is enough to pretty man. Well dressed and in good shape. He is fifty-three and working as a driver at the head of some fam bank. He is very polite and generous. Gift to me a huge bucket of roses and we have a delicious dinner together. Only the things seem like he is trying to avoid any of my sexual indirect. We still haven't kissed I'm not talking about something more serious. This worries me, for sure he has some problems with the sexual things.

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  In five minutes I have to meet with my friend Katerina. She was my student fifteen years ago. Somehow during last year we started to talk through Facebook and became good friends. A few days ago Katerina arrived from Spain where she lives with her husband and those little daughters. Honestly, I would never think I mean years ago that in future we can be friends and she will help me a lot with her psychological supporting of me that difficult year, by her pieces of advice and inspiring examples. Even a new color of my hair she helped me to choose. By the way, now I am a chocolate brunette. She is a very positive person who believes in better even everything goes like shit. She all the time was helping me to see the light at the end of the tunnel of my dark days. She is the one who saw in me interesting woman and told me that at fifty life is just starting. She said she will prove me that. Let’s see, because she is very modern and on the way of her happiness she hasn't limited herself to anything. Her husband is Italian and she looks very happy even they are people from different culture and language groups. She is not afraid to take a risks on the way to her own fortune and love. She believes that our happiness is in our hands and we have to achieve it not waiting in passive sitting in front of the TV. The last phrase she told me was: "On the Internet is our future". I don't really understand what can it mean clearly. Oh, here she is entering and going directly to me:

  Hi, Victoria, how long I haven’t seen you - she hugs me very warm and kisses two times in different chicks - you look really good. How are you?

  Hi, my dear, thank you for a compliment. Oh, Kate, everything is stable anyhow. Like a time stop and my life too. You are my first positive thing for today

  Why? What happen? Let me guess... the cock of that guy was too small?

  Oh dear if only that, his cock was not even looking at me, you know what I mean - we both start laughing catching bewildered looks from other visitors of coffee- No, really, his cock was like a deflated balloon. Not giving any emotions. That is what he was hiding from me. Nothing to do, slow by slow I left him. What? I am an alive woman I want to continue living I still have a wish. - at this moment came a waiter and we asked two lattes with cheesecake.

  Yes, you are right, Vicki. Don’t lose the hope we will find another macho for you. Hot Macho. What do you think?

  I think you are joking. It's impossible and you know it. In the country where so many beautiful and young, can you hear me?! And me, at my fifty - nothing to catch.

  Who told you we will limit our searching just by Russia? – at this moment the waiter brought our order. Smells so good. Mmm...soft coffee with a foam of a sweet milk. What can be better? Delicious classical cheesecake perfect mix of salty and sweet taste the best compliment for a morning latte.– “thank you” – And Kate smile. Her eyes were looks like the eyes of fox tricky and full of excitement. I could see she was having some idea.

  Well, tell me... I can see you want to say something, I love intrigue – Vicki moved closer

  This cheesecake taste really good. What do you think in some another place, or for example country it will taste different?

  Sorry, what? – I start thinking she is crazy. I am opening to her my soul and she talking about cheesecakes, how can be – “Kate you know, I don't really think about that and now I'm not really good in discussing such abstractive things. Doesn't matter how it tastes somewhere else. It is just a cheesecake, Kate!” – but Kate was not even looking at my side and with mystery face, she continued:

  I’m just saying that cheesecake was invented in Greece a lot of years ago and now is one of the popular deserts all over the world. So I am thinking, maybe if you would like to try a true and the best cheesecake you should try it on its motherland?

  What?

  Vicki, everything is super basic. If you are looking for a good lover and a hot man maybe you should try to find him at the motherland of machos?

  My brain will explode now, Kate, from cheesecake to mucho man you went super fast but I am almost understood the relation. Continue, please

  I believe you should expand your search and stop be limited just searching in Russia. In all of the world a lot of men, Vicki, are you understanding, full of single sexually active man. If you want a hot lover– Latin America and Spain are waiting on you, practical serious husband – welcome to German, crazy romantic nights – France is open for you and so on, Vicki, the world of man is missing you!

  That is the craziest thing I ever heard, Kate. I'm too old for such games

  It is not games. Open your eyes. We are the twenty-first century. You are sexy adult woman dying here without love. Or you forgot that I am married Italian? Believe me, to open your self to the world is the best what you can do first of all for yourself now. So?

  I don’t know, Kate

  Say “chao” to all your doubts, go independent and sure to your new future. You have only one life and it is here and now. You will not have any other option. You have to take a risk and try something more. In ten years more can be too late for such experience. So tell me: yes or no?

  I have to think

  No, that’s the last what you should do, to think. That decision has to be on emotions. Tell me, do you want to be a happy woman?

  Yes

  Sexual satisfying?

  Em...yes

  Loved?

  Of course

  So, Victoria, your final answer, are you ready to become more cosmopolitan?

  Ok, ok, yes.

  Perfect! Let’s do it!

  But what we will do and how?!

  Don’t worry it is not painful. I just need a few pretty pictures of you. And your phone.

  I don't have good pics, to be honest

  No problem we can do it right now. You look beautiful and this chocolate hair color you did makes your eyes standout and very bright. Just make up your lips, please, to be sexier. Take it, take, it is my scarf, put it on your shoulders.

  Nothing to do, my guru, hope it will work. Anyways, nothing to lose

  Few pics with a latte, perfect Vicki, and let's go and take a few pics near the window – I was feeling like if I have a real photo session. We did so many different pics and to be honest I even forget that around a lot of visitors and they are looking at us, I was enjoying a process. Kate named it phototherapy. After honestly, I felt much self-confident and sexy – well done Vicky. Now I will download for your application of meeting and we will
make your profile.

  Ok. What else can I say

  Do you like this picture?

  Yes

  Good. Waite a little. Wait...Wait. Done! My congratulations, Victoria, now you are a member of LoveWorld.

  And now what?

  Look, here are the pictures of a man, if you put like to the one and if he also will put like to you after will open the opportunity of massaging. And then you are in game, talk and do what you want

  Em

  Vicki, I am believing in you, you can do it. Really, just don't be afraid of change. And now, sorry, I have to go, to be honest, I'm already late a little, I was promising my sister to pick up her from the pool.

  Thank you, dear, what I would do without you. You change my life form legs to head. Hope I can do it

  Let me know if you will need something

  Love you, dear, you should visit Moscow more often and old friends too

  I’m sure after this application you will not naming your self anymore old. See you online, love you too

  Kate went. I left alone with very strange feelings. Without any idea what next. I felt the vibration of my phone. It is Kate, she already sent me a message saying:"buy new underwear it helps to refresh your feelings and sexuality. Also, it's cleaning the mind really well. Any of shopping. Good luck”

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  Two weeks after.

  The first weekday after registration on an application I was feeling myself a superstar. My popularity was rising each day more and more. Sometimes I was thinking my phone will explode of that crazy amount many likes I received and how many messages fall on me. Most of the guys were super pretty and sexy if somebody will propose me to put points I would give them ten in scale from one to ten. So sad I was not having such application before when I was a teenager because of my self-evaluation riser like never before. I was shocked, surprised and a little bit scared. On the second week activity of visitor started to decrease. I was trying to talk with all of that Gaye's as soon as I was having time to give the answer. My conclusions are that to find the man you have to go through talking with a million of others. And you have to be ready that between of them can be like thirty percent of playboys, thirty of the ones, who wants just to fuck for one night, what is also not so bad but not this time and not for me, above twenty percent of freaks and the other twenty is the ones between whom maybe you will meet your destiny. After that rain of man, I became like a guru in science about an online man. I started to recognize who is who from the first message. The craziest is when some of the men were going directly to action deciding that photos are more eloquent than words. How many different cocks I saw, thin, thick, huge and super small, with curves, without or with hair, different colors and even different age. In one moment I stop my self on the thought that I'm looking this pictures and giving to it my verdict. I haven't seen so many during all my fifty years together, including the porn I have watched, but so big amount of cocks - never. I start seeing them everywhere even in my dreams. Thanks on the second week those among also decrease together with all other strange activities. Between all of that shocking therapy, I started a few interesting conversations with a few men at the same time. I was talking and feeling myself needed. I was feeling I have somewhere there in the online world but I have. I was liking this feeling. I think that is one of the main mission of such experience and experiment. Somehow magically it went out from my control and somehow in the end of a third week, I did not even notice how the circle of my communication narrowed to the one specific person. It was him. I cannot explain how. But I was feeling sure inside, no doubts, it is he, my man.

  All I know about him that his name is Amado what means - loved. Honestly, I am not even sure if it his real name but I like it. He is from Spain but his roots from Latin America. His family moved to Spain from Argentina when he was ten. He is a vet. That's all that I know, he is not liking to tell a lot, he prefers to give compliments to me and to listen to my stories. He is open but the mystery and I still don't know how old is he. On pictures, I can see that he is younger than me, much younger, and that is what worries me a lot. That was my first question and the one question he never gave me the answer. Of course, he is not less than eighteen but I am also not twenty or even thirty. If I only could show him to somebody. If I could show him to Kate she would be proud of me, but it is too soon and honestly, I am not ready to share him with somebody else. He looks tall and very masculine. He has wide large shoulders and strong, pumped up hands, tightened torso and chest all with curly hair. It looks like if somebody drew it on him, hairs to the hairs and no extra ones, everything is perfect. beneath all this beauty are located diced presses. He drives me crazy. On his photo, the belt line at the trousers starts too low and it seems to me that in a little bit more and I'll see his jade rod. He is magnificent. Long straight legs with beautiful round but at the same time long calves. I could admire him forever. I can compare him just with the Greek statue. Unless such happens? The powerful neck on which he was ahead properly shaped. Oblong face oval. Straight nose. Stout chin. Incredible depth of green-blue eyes. Long eyelashes as eyeliner emphasized some unreal color and beauty of these two green-blue oceans. Thick eyebrows. The brave shield is neatly scattered all over the face. Plump pink lips and a snow-white smile from which you immediately mate. Thick dark hair-suckers neatly stacked in a short hairstyle.I felt myself like a girl. All night and during the day I was thinking about him and imagining his photo again and again. At these moments I did not care how old he is and how old am I. I just realized that beneath me the desire is already burning and every day it is growing more and more.

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  One week more

  Today my day started with the romantic message on my phone. He said we have today our first ten days of talking online. He is very romantic. I forgot how it is to celebrate your little achievements, little data's and so on. I forgot what is romantic. I was very pleased with his attention to such small details like our first ten days. I know it doesn't mean anything but anyways it is cute. As a little present he sent to me his picture in the bathroom full necked but he is smart because I can see his body starting from lips until his sexual pubis and nothing else. I know he is playing with me. Wanting me to ask more and more, he wants to make my imagination work. It is crazy, he makes me feel horny each morning knowing that after I have to go to school and play a role of a strict teacher at the school. Incredibly but since I met him started my positive mornings. I set on a diet. I mean I was not planning a diet it happens by itself. I'm feeling my self so happy and strange, like a teenager when they start those first experience in relations with the opposite sex. I am feeling a spring around me 24/7. I don't want to eat, more, I want to dance I want to draw I want to create. I am feeling my self a woman, attractive woman more and more. I already lose two kilos. Of course, I understand that this communication is not eternal and at any time it may end. I know that this is only online and has nothing in common with real life. But I don't care, I just decided to relax and enjoy the daily compliments and pleasant words, the excitement that I get from our conversations with him, from the feeling of my sexuality and desire. And it doesn't matter how long it will last, this is my personal therapy from all the togas that I had to go through. He discovered a woman in me, my woman energy, just in ten days and I already have a results in my real life. Men around, in the street, in a gym , my male colleagues start looking different on me, one man in the super was trying to pick up me, crazy! That never happen before. So who knows that this meet could lead me to such adventure. As usual, at this time, I'm going by metro to work. My imagination continues exciting his photo. It's unbearable, how beautiful and manly he is. And how much of man's energy goes from him. Even through a small screen of your smartphone from it cannot hide. Yes, it should not be for anything that they are called hot lovers, this Latinos. It is something in the blood.

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  Today is a special day for me. First of all, it
is Saturday my long-awaited weekend after so hard working week. Times go to New Year so in preparing we are having a lot of tests now at school. I'm full, of work. I'm feeling tired. That's why This Saturday I decided to spend just doing things for myself. I really need it. And tonight I want to do something special for Amado. Today is the fourteenth day of our conversation I know it is not too long but I cannot hold my self anymore. I decide that I am ready to bare my self for him. Of course not full. But after I tell everything to Kate she propose me to do it. At the beginning I was sure that it is too crazy for me but now my opinion changed, so, I decided to do sexy pictures in sexy lingerie. For that, I woke up today at ten in the morning and at twelve I'm going to have my spa. I will start with my nails and fits. I'm going to do new manicure and pedicure. Then at two, I have shugaring. I want to feel myself super sexy. Yes, sugaring might be super painful, but I am ready. Then I have a depilation and relaxing massage. I think at six I will be free to go to the lingerie boutique which advised to me, of course, Kate, who else. She said: “ There you will find all needed, believe me. Now is starting a new time for you, take out all your comfortable pants and bra, time of sexy, silky and lacy lingerie. I want you when you will see yourself in the mirror to feel that you want to fuck yourself. That's how you will know you choose a right set. Love you, Vicki, turn on all your sex” – At eight I have my photo session. I’m not joking. I will not do a selfie. It will be a professional photo session. And even if our game will finish this photos have to help me to open my Fontaine of sexual energy in general. So I have to do it anyways, first of all for my self and as a bonus, I will share it with Amado.