(NSFW) Scar tissue: part 5 of dark nights with sensei

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As I was just getting ready for the first class of the all-man dojo, I was the only female in this. Nicholas came up from behind and hugged me. I loved his hugs very much, but there was something that was teasing my mind, if you would, something that was just distracting me.

He kissed me gently. I loved the taste of his breath, and the fact that he enjoyed kissing me, and that he was genuine about it. He wanted to make love to me, but the other people or guys were coming in, and I was just aching to be with him, even though we already made love, making and having sex.

I was wondering what was it like to have sex in the storage room in the first place, but I didn't know what he would think about having sex in the dojo. He seemed like very much someone who was into tradition, something like a Caucasian version of Rio, but he never had anyone else in his life, apparently. When I realized that he was going to make love to me in the storage room as I was going to kiss him, he said, why don't we go into the storage room.

Someone only found out that we were making love in the storage room and I moaned loudly at the thought of his manhood being inside me. I wanted to make love to him constantly. I kissed him, worshipped him as if he were someone that was a god, but I wanted to be in love with him.

The next day, I ended up seeing someone who had a heavily scarred face, not enough to disform them, but they were enough to show that they'd been in quite a few scuffles. That person seemed to captivate me for some odd reason. I don't know why that person captivated me, but they just did.

Just seeing the scars licking my tongue along the scars of their face as well as their bodies would have been enough for me to just be hot and bothered already. That is when I ended up deciding to walk up to this particular gentleman who was about a fifth degree black belt. When I realized that he was starting to look at me not like an alien but something that is of desire and pleasure and who is human, he ended up saying, Damn, you're beautiful.

He seemed like he was very interested. I didn't want to tell Nicholas this, but he ended up kissing me. As he was putting his tongue in my mouth, I realized that I was in love with more than one guy.

This guy held me gently even though he looked rough and tumble and looked like he was not the type that was capable of love, but instead he was, so I ended up kissing him again and again. This is when I told him I wanted to make love to him in the alleyway behind the dojo after class. His name, Bruno, was enough for me to just be wet and want more.

That's when I realized that when after class was coming up quickly, Bruno took my hand, led me out of the dojo gently enough, took me to the backs of the dojo, the alleyway behind the dojo. He stripped me of my gi top and ended up making love to me, brushing his mouth against my breasts as if they weren't soft enough. He loved them and started worshipping them, licking my nipples as he would.

That's when he realized that he was aching for something else as well, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to make love. That's when I took off my pants and started to pull down his. He sprang to life.

I realized that he was going to make love to me. He plowed into me as soon as possible to make love. The sensations I felt were wonderful as he held my hands above my head as he was just going to town with me.

When I realized that he was a passionate and sensitive lover, I found that it was just something else that I wanted more of. I wanted to be more interested in him, to be in love with him instead. That's when he realized that I was also the lover of Rao Matsumoto.

That's when I realized that maybe I shouldn't hide my past, but he didn't care. He said he'd love me no matter what. He seemed to be a beautiful soul, even though he had a scar over most of his facial features as well as an eye patch.

He seemed very hot. To me that was. Oh, I wanted him so bad to be with me again.

He kissed me and he sucked my pinky finger. My pinky, I don't know why he did that, but he did. I was getting more hot and bothered.

I ended up making love or touching myself as I was being left there. I couldn't find myself to go back until I realized that he was going to be waiting for me at the brighter end of the alleyway. When I realized this, I wanted to make love to him again.

He seemed such like a nice guy, though he was heavily scarred. I don't know what went on in his life. I wanted to be with him badly.

It was making me sick, so I ended up kissing him again and then ended up walking back to the dojo. This is after I decided to get dressed again after self-touching. That's when I realized that I was in love.

But then he mentioned something about Japan. He wanted to go to Japan and he wanted to make love to me tantrically in Japan. This guy seemed like everything I wanted in the first place.

Was I going to be able to make love to him constantly, to have sex with him and to make love? Was I going to be able to be the right girlfriend for him because I just went through two other guys at the same time? He ended up saying that he didn't care about my past.

He just wanted to have a romantic time in Japan. That's when I realized he was also a sensei as well, but he was only 40 years old, double my age. I don't know what is with me in senseis, but that is beside the point.

He seemed to be in love with me right from the get-go. As we were going to leave, he grabbed my ass and then rubbed it. I realized that was when I knew he was more than attracted with me and in love.

He wanted to be addicted to me. I didn't know what to think about going to Japan with him. He wanted to go so badly to Japan.

Bruno was someone who was very interested in other cultures. He was interested in the Japanese culture as well, even though he was a rough-looking white guy. I wanted nothing more than to go to Japan to be with him.

When he mentioned that he also owned his own dojo, I said I would love to be able to help out there. That being said, I was very interested in seeing what he had to say and what he had to do to me. When I realized that he was making love to me at his place, that I was no longer welcome in Rio or Nicholas' place, that I was making love to him only, Bruno grabbed my hair and kissed me deeply, making love to me ever so passionately.

That's when he said, Why don't we go to Japan and get married? I didn't know what to think, but I said I do. This isn't the ending of my story.

This is just the story that's beginning. As I realized that he was holding one of my breasts, squeezing it gently as he kissed me, I realized that I was in it for the long haul with him. Bruno seemed like a very beautiful soul, even though he had not deep enough scars to start the idea of deforming, but he had enough scars to notice them.

He seemed very nice, but I didn't know what to think about the scars. I guess beauty comes in many different ways, forms, and whatever. I just didn't want to hurt the guy's feeling because he had so many scar tissue all over his body, more so than skin.

But he was in love with me, so I couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. As I was going to kiss him, I realized his lips were soft. Then they moved down to my breasts as he was licking my nipples, kissing me as if having a wonderful time.

He held my hand the whole time he was giving me oral. I wanted him to plunge his tongue into me and just make love to me, massage me with his tongue as it was inside me at the same time. Ooh, that was nice.

When I realized that when it was over, it was a hard fall for sure, but I knew he was one that I was living with now and that he was going to be with me from the get-go, or so I think.