My name is Angela Ross. I am 23 years old, and I am an erotic writer.

I like music, art, writing, watching romance, science fiction and fantasy movies.

I love watching porn and masturbating. I love cooking, reading, and I melt for sexy men.

3 years ago, I left home to become independent. I live alone in the city, and I do what I please with my life.

I'm happy. Extremely happy. But I have a secret: I have a double life.

 

 

In my private time I am Angel Moon. A blue-haired girl who freely enjoys good sex.

I have a blog on the internet where I upload erotic photos and videos for the simple

pleasure of being seen. It makes me horny.

 

 

Today I use your pages for the first time to tell you what happened with my sexy and mature landlord, Mr. Connor.

His name is Nicholas, but he likes to be called Mr. Connor. He widowed two years ago and hasn't been doing very well. He has become lonely and bitter. He and his wife owned the building where I live, and the coffee shop on the first floor of it. I met her when she was already sick, and although I never got too close back then out of embarrassment at how much I liked her husband, I can assure you that she was a wonderful woman. They looked very happy when they were together.

 

 

 

Nick is 25 years older than me, but he is one of those men who are still attractive despite their age. A mature fox that stays in very good shape. He is so attractive that it is impossible for me not to have erotic dreams with him all the time. In fact, when I masturbate thinking about his strong hands, I have the best orgasms. It turns me on just thinking about how well he should fuck.

 

Nowadays we have a friendly relationship. I am one of the few in the building who ignores his bitterness. Because I know that under all that attitude, someone with great pain in their soul is hiding.

 

But something has changed. I've caught him looking at me when he thinks I don't notice. He smiles and his eyes shine when I flirt with him. And other times he seems nervous when I'm close, like he is holding back. Maybe he's starting to get over the sadness and I'm the first woman he wants after his late wife.

 

This happened two days ago, when due to an oversight, I was locked out of my apartment. I was ready to go to sleep, I went out for two seconds to throw the garbage down the hallway downspout, and a strong gust of wind closed the door with me outside.

I had to call him to rescue me, without imagining what would happen that night...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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