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334 stories · Page 15The day started as usual. I went to a restaurant to have breakfast and met my old friend there. He was having breakfast there with his colleague and, after introducing me to Jenny, invited me to join them. The conversation over the meal began with generalities, but soon turned to our absent spouses. Jenny, speaking of her husband, remarked that she and her husband were married in a common-law marriage and that they adhered to the rules not to prevent each other from seeing other people. Dave was very conservative and, besides, only recently married, and such a frank statement embarrassed him. Soon he remembered about the unfinished work and excused himself and left. Jenny and I were left alone. We had a few drinks and began to discuss our sexual preferences quite frankly. Jenny leans forward and whispers, "Do you remember how much you wanted to fuck when you were puberty? That's how I feel all the time." By now I had a strong erection. I said that I really liked panties, and that n
Stanislav Sergeevich watched the entrance to the office from the window of his office. He often did this in order to scold the guards who lazily strolled at the entrance and flirted with passing employees. A similar picture was happening now: the security guard enthusiastically glued the girl waiting at the entrance, not an employee. The silhouette of the stranger was exciting: a straight back, a thin waist, tied with a cloak belt, slender legs in boots, blond straight hair. S.S.'s face was not visible. An obtuse elderly manager came out of the door. pharmacy point, who does not know how to keep financial records, was reprimanded and heavily fined for this by order of S.S. A minute ago, he personally asked for an appointment with the owner of a pharmaceutical company, asked him for something, but the busy S.S., having listened to him half-heartedly, did not cancel his order for a fine. The girl rushed to the old man: a serious, smart, worried, beautiful face. She hugged the man and h
And if you take and discard all prohibitions? What if one day you wake up in a world where all erotic desires are allowed and, besides being allowed, they are also easily fulfilled ... What if all the prohibitions are really just an illusion? So I reasoned, thinking about what I would like to experience in my sex life ... I never liked vulgarity, all these cheap porn divas with their unnatural "Ya!", "Ya!" ... Why so much vulgarity in such a wonderful genre as erotica? Or vile blacks - well, I do not like blacks - they have limited intelligence! How I do not like fat, white-skinned, pimply, vulgar, jerky ... Why is it always like this in erotica? Why is there no mystery, beauty, intimacy in it? After all, a short skirt does not mean attractive. Something completely different is attractive ... A girl in a veil is much more desirable if she is dressed correctly and presented in the right light ... Having discarded all prohibitions, I began to explore what I really wanted to exp
Hello Yana! My name is Ilya. I decided to write to you after reading your profile on one of the sites: "Hi. My name is Yana. I'm 20. In this life, I love sex most of all. It seems to me that there is nothing more pleasant and bringing together in this life. If you agree with me and love passionate girls who are excited from a half turn, then write .And tell me what and how you want to do with me. It turns me on." My fantasy immediately worked "to the fullest", because I also consider sex to be the best thing in this life, the most interesting and strong of all possible sensations for a person. And of course, I just love passionate girls! Most of all I like girls who love sex, wind up with a half turn, like you, Yana. In my opinion, it's great when a girl knows what she needs to experience pleasure, knows how to achieve it, considers it natural and is not ashamed of it. Perhaps I will tell you a little secret - such a girl can always be distinguished from others, just one look is
Couples who live monotonous lives often break up. And, all due to the fact that the "wife" did not want to try, and the "husband" was afraid to ask. Therefore, rarely does anyone live for at least a year, because. troubles, disputes, scandals begin in the family, and husbands in most cases go to the left. Women, by the way, are no exception. My husband is not afraid of diversity and it makes me happy, because. if I was afraid, I don’t know what would happen to our relationship. I have never considered myself one of those who, on quiet family evenings, after taking a shower, turn off the lights, go to bed and quietly do what they consider shameful under the covers. If I or my husband did this, we would probably die of boredom. Our house where we live is populated all the time by old grandmothers who watch our every step. What time did they arrive, what time did they leave. It seems that while we do not see them, they are standing behind our backs or eavesdropping at the door. I do n
If you have no imagination, read no further! Hello dear. Let's play with you? This game has an oriental name, in translation it is called ... Yes, what's the difference in principle ... This is an amazing game, one of the sweetest love torture. And not everyone can handle it. If last time there were no winners and no losers, then this game is going according to all the rules. And here is the supreme one. Who is in charge? Let me know, because it can be dangerous... There are also toys in the game. Fearfully? Don't be afraid, these toys are for me. Look, these are "love balls", four silk cords, a narrow white silk ribbon, a fluffy feather. See, I lay down on the bed with my arms and legs outstretched? You must bind me. But I beg your mercy, my lord. Bound, I am completely defenseless, and you can do whatever you want to me. You will never feel complete power over me, but now I am your slave, and you can do whatever you want with me ... And I will have to recognize you as the mas
- Hi! - Hi! - Why so late? I've been waiting... - It didn’t work out before ... But as always ... I already miss your hands ... - Nice to hear! To be honest, I do too. Especially behind your hair. Honey, what's up with your mood? Come to me, hug me tight! Like this! Now fine? - Yes, much! Thank you! - Let's take off your raincoat and boots. Come to my arms, I want to bring this priceless treasure to the kitchen safe and sound. Sit down at the table. Now I'll pour you something hot. - Thank you, my dear, it always becomes easier with you. What is this drink? - My favorite: a sip of mood, a sip of warmth, a sip of relaxation. Oh my God! How beautiful you are in this blouse! How beautifully the chest protrudes, the deep neckline opens it almost halfway so that you just want to look into it! I love it so much when you smile. Lean back on the sofa. Yes, yes, that's it. Your hair! They are like a stormy stream pouring over your shoulders! I lean towards them, sink my face int
The door was not locked. The twilight of the hallway seemed to be a continuation of the dim light of a quiet autumn evening. But the smell was different. Instead of light dampness and sadness, there was a smell of comfort here. And now it was mixed with an elusive smell of perfume and expectations, the smell of me, the smell of a woman, sex, sex, the smell of flirting, lust, depravity. The smell of pleasure. You smiled - and again did not begin to invent what you would do now. Usually in such a game you thought of everything in advance, down to the step, word, gesture - and... after the third step, word or gesture, everything went wrong. Is it possible for me to predict anything? But you still came up with in advance, it was an element of the game, your game. Probably mine too. You went to the bathroom and washed. The face is already on fire. Funny how a boy on a first date. But rinsing with cold water is nice. And now you're in the room. I'm standing in the middle, smiling at you.
Charm and anticipation has gone from their relationship, replaced by semi-legitimate cooperation. Sex, exciting and unbridled, continued to bind them, giving not joy, no, but the satisfaction of mutual dark lustful desires. She stopped dreaming. The work, as before, was interesting, the smack of obvious danger and illegality intensified the brightness of the spicy impressions she received, including sexual ones. She again lived, in obedience to habit, without joy and warmth, and once answered the call of Sergei, who systematically called her without an answer. They met, the genuine joy of the guy was transferred to her, she was surprised to understand that she missed simple, sincere, disinterested relationships. They walked and talked for a long time like in the summer, he took her hand, she did not take it away. They began to meet, rarely, carving out minutes from mutual employment. He invited her to his small bachelor apartment and timidly said that he would be happy if she did n
I wake up from some delicious smell and, waking up, stretch sweetly in bed. Then my hand falls on the other half of the unfolded sofa and does not find you there. You, my love. Only then I notice that some tapping and rattling are heard in the kitchen, obviously, you are preparing breakfast for us. Once again, stretching, chasing away sleep, I cheerfully jump out of bed onto the soft carpet. After yesterday's love joys with you, I remained completely naked. The sun is already cheerfully looking out the window, it's already about eleven. Fortunately, today is a day off and there is no need to go to work. I glance down. My cock, as usual in the morning for some reason, excitedly sticks out, shaking the bloodshot lump of the head. Without hesitation, I head to your kitchen. Turning the corner, I see a beautiful picture. You stand with your back to me and cut something on the table. You are wearing only a light short dressing gown thrown over your naked body. This sight is so seductive t
Lust varies depending on the time of day. In the evening, when you are in shape, it walks in light waves from the back of your head to your heels, slightly catching your breath. In the evening you find the best words, occasions, poses. Evening passion is multifaceted: spiritual insights freely turn into bouts of lust and vice versa, becoming indistinguishable. The world spins on the tips of the eyelashes and foams with champagne bubbles, all situations are reversible, any entrance is an exit. In the morning, everything is different. Deep sleep is like falling into a fascinating abyss, from which it is impossible to get out the same, just as it is impossible to take with you everything that you have acquired there. Therefore, having risen on a crumpled pillow, you find only a few scanty thoughts in your head - and even then they seem redundant to you. If you let them in, they will fill you completely, frightening with dullness and totality. Pinned to the floor by them, you struggle to
My friend Yurka had a constant mistress, whom he often mentioned in our conversations. I did not know her, but according to Yurka, she was a woman - a masterpiece. She was a few years older than Yurka (older than me, of course), but supposedly she knew how to do everything. And when she treated the cock with her mouth, Yurka experienced inexplicable bliss and she did not refuse in the ass, moreover, she insisted that Yurka cum in the ass. She, according to Yurka, was unusually gentle and affectionate. In addition to everything, she differed little from the circus midget in her height: - she was unusually miniature. Petite women are my weakness! In general, Yurka drummed into my weak soul (weak to the female sex) an irresistible desire to share with him the bed in which Olechka is - this is his mistress. I expressed my desire to Yurka, with a request to agree with Olya so that I would be accepted into their “family”. Yuri promised. But, as I saw, I did not feel any special joy f
This story was told to me by a friend. Every summer he goes to rest on the Black Sea. One day he was unlucky with tickets. There was no compartment, no reserved seat. I had to take an expensive soft car. Who does not know, this is the same coupe, only there are only two seats, the lower ones. They are made in the form of soft sofas. The amenities are scanty, and the price is twice as much as the usual place in a compartment. My sidekick loaded into the car, arranged things. Angry like a dog. Zero mood. Suddenly, the door gently opens and a nice friend like that settles down in the next place. She looks about 25 years old. From under a translucent blouse, a very appetizing chest is visible. Legs are slender. Thalia is in place. In a mini skirt. Slightly tanned. Black straight hair right down to the buttocks. “As soon as I saw her, I lost all my anger at our railway,” says my friend. Helped her unpack. We got talking. It turned out her name was Ira. It was getting on in the evening.
Hi. Once something happened to me, which I will tell you now ... The best friends of my parents somehow dragged them to the country, out of town. I overslept until noon as usual and missed everything. I got up at about three in the afternoon, because I was only wearing pajama shorts, I was topless ... Well, here I am, calmly drinking kefir, as I hear that someone is entering the kitchen, I turned and saw in front of me is Anton, he is the son of friends of my ancestors ... He is short, brunette with black-black eyes and an athletic build. When I saw him, I was just confused. I didn’t come up with anything smarter than hiding behind a bag of yogurt. So they stood like two fools and looked at each other. He was the first to ask: "And get up a little early, isn't it?" To which I heard the answer: "What the hell are you doing here anyway?" "Actually, our parents left for a long time, and they left me to you. So that I control you, so now you are at my complete disposal ..." F
All the events described in the story actually happened. The names of the actors have been changed. This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she quite successfully married a Dane, moreover, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, which is exactly what he is - fun, attractive, athletic. There is, however, a minus that you have to chat in English, but it does not matter. There were six of us that evening. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or the other leg under the table. The Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a friend of the Dane. To complete the picture, let's describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept quiet. Nothing like a girl, everything is in place, really. My Nika will be slimmer. We ate, drank and laughed - what else do they do in taverns? The con
- All clear, - muttered Aster. - Only one letter and that must be it. During the last three years of his work for the government, a special courier or telephone was always used for communication. But when the letter arrived by regular mail, he realized that the three-year project ended in nothing. "Dear Mr. Henderson! With great regret, I have to inform you that your proposals for the refinement and improvement of the device were discussed by us and rejected. Due to budget cuts, our department does not have sufficient funds to support all projects. I will personally keep all the information about this case and if the situation changes, we can continue to work on creating a device that is certainly useful to society. I want to express my personal gratitude to you for the efforts made in this direction. An official notice will be sent to you shortly along with your fee. Sincerely yours, General G.F." He turned off the terminal. Doodles. Idiots. They not only failed the demonstr
It was a beautiful summer evening. Black clouds covered the sky, it began to rain ... And yet for him the evening was beautiful. He walked down Twenty-first Street, he didn't care. After all, he just got fired. Just two months ago, he was fired from the drug department, where he had worked for five years, and now he has lost the crime department at NY news. The work was good and did not bother much, he even began to like it, but the boss did not like him. He laughed at him, covered him with mud for the slightest offense, but he did not endure. Literally an hour ago, the chief was taken away in an ambulance with a "broken nose", and he, having signed the application, went home. But he was not destined to reach the house ... From bright Twenty-first, he turned into a familiar dark street, where only one neon sign glowed "Sem's Bar", along the wall of which four girls dressed in underwear were attached. On the other side stood a drunken dirty man. Smoking a stinking cigarette, he looked
- Waiting for someone? - Andrei asked a beautiful girl in an evening dress, sitting at the bar of the hotel in which he had recently settled. “I’ve waited,” the girl said bitterly. In the next five minutes of the conversation, Andrey found out that his interlocutor's name was Natalya, she is a student, she came here on a date with a foreigner whom she had been dating for a month, but, having arrived at the hotel, she found out that her friend had already left for some reason and did not even leave notes. And now she does not want to go home, and there is nowhere to go. All this Natasha willingly posted to her new friend. She clearly wanted to talk. Andrei himself recently quarreled with his girlfriend, with whom he lived together, and therefore moved to a hotel for a while. A few more minutes passed and Natasha offered to continue the conversation with Andrei in the room. He was surprised by this, because, approaching her, he just wanted to chat, but he could not refuse such a
I can hardly remember her name. Looks like Stacey. Yes, that's probably right. Stacey Muller, either German or English. I met her at a party with one of my friends, Count Sh-va. There were few ladies at the reception hosted by the count, and she stood out from all the rest, like a pure royal diamond, framed by small semi-precious stones. I will try to describe her so that it is clear why I was fascinated by this woman. Quite tall for her slender figure, fair-skinned, graceful, like a Chinese ivory figurine. Platinum curls are neatly styled, a beautiful thin-lipped mouth lined with bright red lipstick. The skin of the face is fashionably whitened to a painful pallor. Deep shadows under the eyes, black as the Persian night. Add to this the exquisite evening gown of black velvet and the languid grace with which she carried herself, and you will understand why I could not take my eyes off her throughout the evening. Count Sh-ov noticed my condition and whispered in my ear: - Good stu
I don't even know what to call it... Any words do not reflect reality - a crazy desire to give my tenderness to you is not included in the set of words familiar to me. I wanted to answer your question. You once asked him, laughing and looking with huge eyes. "Did you see me naked?" The question made me laugh. I've seen everything you can. I saw you with your skirt pulled up, legs spread from caress, panties pulled off and discarded. I know you taste when you close your eyes and throw your hands behind your head. I know what words you start screaming (or whispering) from the pleasure of me. I know the shivering of the buttocks and thighs from the touch of my lips. I know your funny embarrassment at the wet sounds of bodies caressing each other. I still manage to see your face, touching your chest and stomach with my mouth. I know the touch of nipples to fingers and palms. I know the touch and the weight of your legs thrown up on my shoulders. I know your smile when you unzip my pants