Lockdown Love

By Edward Austin

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Nguyen Larry
• Release date: Mar 27, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215365533

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Table of Contents

On the playground

A wonderfully sunny day

It's good if the neighbor can help

A really nice atmosphere

Saturday morning

Just a new perspective?

- EXTRA -

Unexpected visit

Sporty sporty

Virtual Friday

Devotion

Loving You

- EXTRA -

Or: milk coffee with caramel

Be good to yourself and you will be happy

Uncompromising desire

Missing hurts...

Roof terrace with a view of love

Lockdown Love

Author: Edward Austin

On the playground

––––––––

Maaaaaaami! Maaaaami! Awaken! Immediately I sit bolt upright in my bed, rub my eyes yawning and am immediately in mommy mode. I look at the clock and am amazed to find that it is already 7:30 am! Today, for once, Martha slept longer than 6 a.m., how nice! We should probably stay with friends more often in the evenings and go to bed a little later, I think and swing my tired legs out of bed to look after my little one. I knock on her bedroom door and wait for her to say come in, as is our morning ritual, and then open the door. She has pulled her covers up to the tip of her nose and pretends to be still asleep.

Mh, I say loudly, I thought my Martha had called me, but she's probably still asleep. I sigh in surrender. Then I'd better let her sleep and make myself some coffee! I add and slowly turn around. Immediately I hear a giggle, Martha throws back the covers, jumps up and yells I'm awake Mommy, I'm awake! I immediately jump to the bed, sit down next to her and spread my arms Here's a good morning hug!, I say smiling and immediately hug my mouse, sniff her hair, close my eyes and enjoy this moment full of love - completely fulfilled.

Three years ago I never thought that being a single mom could be such a wonderful life. The relationship with Martha's father broke up shortly after her birth - he just couldn't cope with his role as a father. I had tried a lot to change that, but at some point I had to realize that it is better to let him go in order to be able to invest all my strength and energy into my little daughter - because that was what I wanted and what made me happy. Although Martha's father no longer played a role in her life and mine, the two of us mastered everything excellently. We have created a happy life and a beautiful home in Hamburg. Our cute 2-room apartment is not far from the Alster, beautiful playgrounds and a great day care center, so we can reach many great places on foot or by bike. I even have the opportunity to go out in the evenings since I met and fell in love with a super nice older lady from the neighborhood. For Martha, she has already become Hilde's substitute grandmother, who comes by to play or babysits in the evenings, so that I am relieved a little and also have time to do something for myself.

On a beautiful, sunny Sunday morning like today, it's crystal clear what we're going to do: We get dressed, pack a backpack with something to drink, a blanket and our favorite sand toys and look forward to a breakfast picnic on the playground. On the way to the playground we stop by our favorite bakery and for once buy some croissants, which we enjoy while sitting on our picnic blanket. The good thing about this breakfast on the playground is that it is still quite empty there, as many families, mothers and fathers are still sitting at home and only then set off. We finally have a lot of space and Martha nibbles her croissant while she explores the playground, which she finally has to herself. - Wait a minute: she ALMOST has the playground to herself!

As Martha runs towards the slide to slide into the beautiful Sunday, I notice that in a far corner someone is sitting with a child on a blanket. It's a man with a little boy, about Martha's age. I try to find out inconspicuously how old the man is and after several (more or less) secret looks I come to the conclusion that we must be about the same age - roughly speaking: in our thirties :-). Just as I'm scrutinizing him a bit more, he looks over at me and gives me a mischievous grin. I spontaneously grin back and wave at him - what else on such a beautiful sunny morning? When he then gets up and walks casually to Martha's and my blanket, I'm a little nervous.

He's pretty much my type and clearly embodies what I'm currently missing in my (almost) perfect life: pure eroticism! He has wonderfully tousled dark brown hair, dark eyes and a slightly larger nose. His features are very distinctive, he is tall and quite athletic looking - not like a guy who lifts weights all the time, but like someone who likes to be active, gets enough exercise and lives a conscious and healthy life. Wow, I say to myself inwardly, quickly checking to see if everything is ok with Martha and the little boy and then putting a sexy smile on my face.

Hey! I say confidently when he gets to me, we really timed it at the right time to come here, didn't we? He laughs and replies: Hello! Yes, that's right. It's often quite crowded here. Now the two can slide in peace without waiting. He sits down on the grass next to my blanket, looks at me with his beautiful eyes and says I'm Mike! And unfortunately not the dad of sweet Leonard there, only the uncle! Then I have to grin - inside I'm really jubilant. It's unbelievable that he introduces himself straight away and makes it clear: I'm not a married, married father, just the uncle. With a broad grin, I introduce myself as a single mom, Marie, and we immediately start chatting.

While Leonard and Martha explore the playground together, meet other children who come along and strengthen their relationship, Mike and I chat without a period or a comma. He tells me that he lives in Hanover and regularly comes to Hamburg to visit his sister's family and of course his godchild Leonard. He is a freelance photographer and passionate adventurer who has already made and documented several expeditions. I am very impressed and it starts to flare up in me: This man is not only a sexy single but also totally interesting and versatile. After I told him about my job as a freelance media designer and gave him an insight into Martha's and my life in Hamburg, his cell phone suddenly rang. Our conversation is interrupted because his sister is expecting him and Leonard to have brunch at home. Mike quickly packs his things, talks to Leonard and says goodbye to us. We smile warmly at each other, wave at each other and - hey presto - he's gone. The flame of passionate interest still burns inside me, but I'm quickly distracted by Martha, who suddenly gets bored without Leonard. Together we jump around a bit on the playground and then we also go home.

As the next week begins and we get back to our usual routine, I find myself thinking about Mike quite often. This encounter triggered something in me that I hadn't felt for a while: my passion, my desire, my desire! This man had finally made me want to be touched, physical, intense closeness... in short: SEX! In fact, it had been quite some time since I last had a sexual act and surrendered to a man. I can clearly see that it's about time again. Ever since we met, I've been catching myself imagining hot scenes with Mike and even getting pretty wet from it. I have to concentrate very much on my work and my everyday life with a child, because this desire increases the more I try to suppress or control it. Finally my vibrator is used again when Martha sleeps peacefully in her room and I imagine what Mike would do to me if we were together... I keep asking myself why we didn't exchange numbers. As an independent and emancipated woman, I could have given him my number, why didn't I? Unfortunately, he now seems unattainable - except in my fantasies.

The weeks go by, but I can't get Mike out of my head. It's been 5 weeks since we met. 5 weeks full of hot fantasies and daydreams. 5 weeks in which my body kept telling me: I want to be touched, caressed, caressed, spoiled, rubbed and driven to the climax! Even at night in my dreams Mike appears to me.

He was stark naked and standing in front of me - only with his camera around his neck. I was lying on the sofa, also stark naked. Smile, he said to me and started snapping me. I posed lewdly, opening my thighs, touching myself on my breasts, pursing my lips, moving smoothly and slowly, like a cat. Mike put the camera aside and walked toward me, also slowly, like in slow motion. His penis straightened, becoming stiff and huge. I sat down and grabbed his impressively large cock, pulling him closer to me. When he was right in front of me, I grabbed both of his hip bones and slowly began to tickle his glans with my tongue... I licked it carefully at first, then more and more teasingly and demandingly. I began to enclose his glans with my lips and suck, also slowly at first and then more and more intensely and violently until Mike started to moan - first quietly and then louder and louder. I held him by his hip bones, feeling him slowly rocking his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock into my mouth, fucking me in my mouth. He moved faster and faster until I slipped his penis out of me and straightened up.

I knelt on the sofa, pressed my breasts against his upper body and felt his rock hard cock on my stomach. I looked up at him, pursed my lips, stretched my butt back a bit and said, Now it's your turn. Lie down on the sofa, my pussy wants to devour your tongue! Immediately he lay down and I crouched over him - my knees either side of his head, my thighs working hard - almost sitting on his mouth and feeling his tongue on my clit. It was heaven. He knew exactly what to do. He licked me with his whole tongue, not just the tip of it. He stimulated my clit extensively and gently, with pressure but with sensitivity, just the way I like it. Now I began to circle my hips and dance on his mouth as I pleased. I got what I needed until it was dripping out of me. As