Sex stories

Here I am again, following my last meeting with the Romanian with xxl balls, whom I see very often in my neighborhood in the 9th arrondissement. On July 25, I'm off to Marseille for a two-week vacation with a friend who's letting me use her apartment. I spend a nice vacation, the old port is nice... in short, I'm very quiet during these two weeks, but I have to get back to Paris. I arrive at the station at around 4pm, thinking I'll be able to make the return trip without any problems. I get out of the station and head for a bar, order a takeaway coffee and head out, phoning my friend Sophie, describing my predicament. Next to me a gentleman asks me for a light, so I hand him my lighter. I tell him I don't have a ticket back to Paris, and he tells me he's going to Paris and if I want, I can come with him. His name is Florin, he's Romanian, 1.80m tall, weighs 80kg and has a nice tan. I agree, and tell him he's waiting for a friend to bring him love, and that we'll leave around 5pm. His friend is there, they chat and we're off at 6pm. We stop at a grocery store, he advises me to pick up some victuals, and tells me that we'll probably stop to sleep and leave very early. He tells me that his wife is in Romania and that he's in the scrap metal business, and that he's going to Asnières to collect scrap metal. In the course of the discussion, he asks me, "Are you married? I answered "no", and I think he understood the situation. We've been on the road for a while now, night is slowly falling, and we stop at a freeway service area, get off and have a cigarette each and a bite to eat. By my watch it was 10 p.m. He put up the windscreen and said that there was a bed behind and that if I wanted to sleep, he could sleep on his seat. I told him I'd do the same, reclining my seat, and he promptly fell asleep, while I went down for a cigarette and went back upstairs to sleep. Around 5 a.m., I wake up, Florin is still relaxing and what do I see? Florin woke up slowly, stared at me and asked, "Do I like it? You can guess my answer. We moved to the back of the van, Florin pulling down his jogging suit, and a thick, tanned sex with implants. He explains that many Romanian men have implants, and tells me that the person being fucked takes pleasure. I take this sex in my mouth, sucking again and again, Florin pushes his sex down my throat, he seems unleashed. I open my bag, take some and some gel, put on the condom. He begins to penetrate me little by little, his sex penetrates me, I feel the passage of the marbles, I'm ecstatic, a pleasant sensation, he fucks me doggy-style and we finish with the missionary, I ask for more and more, because he fucks like a God, and believe me, the sensation of the marble implants, bliss. He announces that he's about to cum, pulls out of me, removes the condom and ejaculates on my face. I wash up with my towel, we get dressed and hit the road again, as it's now 6am. Florin felt that I'd got off, and I told him it was the first time I'd seen this phenomenon. On the way, he told me he was going to Asnières to load his van and if I wanted him to fuck me again, I said "yes". Here we are in Paris, he drops me off at Porte d'Asnières and we exchange phone numbers. At around 6pm, Florin calls me and says he's finished loading his van and is coming by metro. I waited for him at the metro, and we arrived home, he took a shower, we had a bite to eat and off we went again. He fucked me, taking me in every position, doggy-style, the best, I could feel his sex penetrating me, the sensation of the implants, I wanted more and more, all night long, I asked him to fuck me 3 times, just to feel his implants giving me a unique sensation. Florin left my place, I accompanied him to the metro, and around 5:30 he went to pick up his van. This story is true, I confess, he made me reach the 7th heaven, I had a lot of sex, but here, I can not forget Florin. I invite someone to be penetrated by a man with sex implants, it's a joy. Since then, I've only been fucked by Florin, he's been back to Paris 2 times, I've told him I don't want anyone else, he's very proud and Florin tells me I'm his second wife. I hope my story will be published, and again, a true story.