#3011: Berat, Albania
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Vesa knows exactly what she wants—and she always gets it. When a sultry afternoon in Berat brings Luan into her orbit, desire takes the lead. One look, one choice, and their night turns into a slow, smoldering game of seduction, control, and pleasure.
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I was sitting at a table outside a small coffee shop, looking out at the river. In Berat, you’re always being watched—it's a sensation you get used to quickly—so I didn’t pay much attention when I felt someone’s eyes on me. I was looking down, too, at the people of the town, at the houses that grew up the hills like mushrooms, at all the windows that looked like eyes watching us all. I didn’t mind that feeling. I liked being watched.
It was Saturday, a lazy day most people spent at home with their families—but not me. And not only because I lived alone. For me, it was a day to dress up and go looking for someone—something—that could entertain me. I wore a tight black dress, my best jewelry, and sunglasses. I was drinking black coffee and slowly eating a slice of chocolate cake, waiting for the right moment and the right person. So far, they hadn’t come along, so I kept dipping my spoon into the cake, savoring each bite. I leaned back in the chair, legs stretched out, completely relaxed. I had all the time in the world, and I was more than willing to wait.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man pass by and walk into the coffee shop. For a moment, he paused—but then he continued inside. I wasn’t sure if he’d stopped because he was looking at me or for some other reason, but I intended to find out. I kept eating my cake, feigning indifference. I never made the first move—and I wasn’t about to start now.
Soon the door opened again, and I noticed him sitting at a nearby table, keeping just enough distance between us. I didn’t mind. I didn’t look at him, but I knew he was watching. Confidence is one of my favorite qualities about myself—unyielding and magnetic. I waited, certain that he would come closer if he was truly interested.
Moments later, a chair next to me scraped back. He sat down. The stranger who had looked at me. I still didn’t turn to him, not even when he introduced himself as Luan and asked for my name. I told him, and I could hear the delight in his voice. He asked if he could stay and have a coffee with me, but I had something more interesting in mind.
“There’s something better we could do,” I said. He sounded confused and asked what it was.
“If you want to find out, follow me. But don’t walk beside me.”
He asked more questions, trying to understand what I meant, but I had already stood up and started walking home. If it was meant to be, he’d follow. If not... well, I’d enjoy my own company just as much.
I didn’t check to see if Luan was behind me. That was his choice. But if he was the right kind of man, he’d follow. I walked with ease, smiling at people I passed, glowing with confidence. The thrill of having someone obey my unspoken commands—it was intoxicating. Just before I reached my home, I finally looked back. And there he was—still following, eyes wide, mesmerized.
He stopped when I turned to him, shoulders tensed like he feared rejection. I smiled and looked down at my shoes.
“My feet hurt,” I said casually. Climbing Berat’s cobblestone streets in heels is an art—and I was over it.
He asked how he could help, so eager to please.
“There’s only one way,” I said. “Carry me.”
His hesitation lasted only a moment. Then he stepped forward and lifted me into his arms—bride-style. That’s when I knew: Luan was the one.
My house wasn’t far, but the cobbled climb with me in his arms wasn’t easy. Still, he didn’t complain. I stroked his shoulder and rewarded him with a smile. He earned it.
At my door, he gently set me down. I noticed the sweat on his forehead, saw how hard he’d tried to hide his effort, and appreciated it all the more. He looked at me, a question in his eyes he didn’t dare voice. Smart man.
I touched his cheek and invited him in.
He stepped inside, looking around uncertainly. I took his hands and led him to the living room. I sat on the couch while he stood, waiting for my next move like an obedient lover. Perfect.
I pulled one leg up, the heel still on, and let him take it in his hands. His touch was gentle, reverent. I told him I was too tired to undress and that he’d have to do it for me. I watched his pupils widen. Delicious.
He slipped off one heel, then the other, revealing my stockinged legs. I told him to remove those too and stood to make it easier. He dropped to his knees, looking up at me like I was a goddess. His hands slid slowly up my thighs to the elastic, then down, peeling my stockings away with aching care.
I stepped out of them and sank back onto the couch, leaning against the armrest.
“My feet still hurt,” I said.
Luan understood. He sat at my feet, massaging them, his hands firm yet tender. I whimpered, letting him think he was easing real pain. Really, I just wanted to be spoiled.
As he rubbed my second foot, I hiked my dress up to my hips. My lacy black panties peeked out. His eyes locked on them, reverent and hungry. I pulled them down slowly, revealing myself to him. He kept massaging my foot, dazed by the sight.
I let my fingers drift between my legs, teasing my clit. Luan watched, frozen, desire thick in the air. I pressed my foot against his groin, feeling his hard cock through the fabric. He shivered.
“Show me your cock,” I whispered.
He didn’t hesitate. Pants down, cock out—hard and eager. I pressed both feet against him, stroking him with my soles while I pleasured myself. His breathing matched mine, both of us teetering on the edge. And then it hit—pleasure crashed over me as his orgasm followed, warm and messy on my feet.
I opened my eyes, smiling at him. He looked almost shy now.
“Thank you,” I said, meaning every word.