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350 stories · Page 13Currant liqueur. Sweet like my dreams. Here comes the night. And the words are spinning on the tongue: You have a son, I only have a daughter. You have a day, I only have smoke... Somewhere out there, on the other side of the city, you sleep. Spring inflamed our blood and brought new juices to the sleeping townspeople. And if you want, I will tell you about tomorrow, about the long week-end that we will spend together. Just fantasizing on paper? I return to our meetings again and again. How quickly the desire flared up. I am looking forward to tomorrow and dreaming of how our new meeting will take place. How hot you are... I turn you on your back and start slowly kissing your lips... then your neck... your breasts are so delicious... I feel like a baby... and here is the tummy, so wonderfully soft... I love him... You can, I'll spread your legs, well, don't be shy... Don't cover it with your hands, I like it, I penetrate you with my tongue... then quickly, quickly start to t
It was getting dark outside. Passers-by, wrapping themselves tightly in their clothes, returned home. I sat in a cafe by the window and waited for you. To be honest, even at the mere thought of your appearance, it became tight in my trousers ... After all, we told each other a lot of things, from which the blood literally boiled and desire spilled all over the body. And here you come in. In an elegant business suit - in a black skirt, under which the most seductive hips and an appetizing ass were guessed, and in a white blouse under a jacket, where there were two breathtaking mounds ... I offered to take a seat at another table, in a secluded corner where no one would pay attention to us, would not interfere with us. You drink hot coffee in small sips, wearily talking about the past working day. I myself can see that you are tired, so I move and find myself behind you. My palms gently touch your hair, stroking your head, relieving the stress accumulated during the day. My fingers
After my daughter was two and a half years old, I came to the conclusion that I would never lose weight ... I was too lazy and could not deny myself the pleasure of sitting in the evening with a glass of good red wine. But summer has come and a real heat has come to Germany. The temperature in the shade went off scale over forty, I didn’t feel like eating at all, I could only drink water, and it flowed all over my body. After a week of this torture, I noticed that my face was somewhat sunken and my eyes were sunken, as once in Russia, when there was no money for food ... After another week of the same heat, I decided to stand on the scales and could not believe my eyes. .. 55.5... It was just incredible, in two weeks, I was almost back to my normal weight, dropping at least 15 kilograms... I couldn’t believe my eyes and began to spin in front of the mirror ... What I was able to see there suited me perfectly: the stomach was pulled in ... the fat on the sides disappeared, the arms
Let's play cards? To undress... from the lips of our new acquaintances, roommates in the Rest House, a twenty-five-year-old pretty couple, after drinking so much that evening, it sounded as natural as if he offered to drink more... our girls looked at each other and smiled a little they looked at us in surprise ... are they joking, checking, or are they serious? seriously, seriously, girls... I see how you glance at him, I see what's in your taste, I understand what you like, otherwise I wouldn't agree... especially in the south with a couple that we'll never see after parting in a few days, why not? by the way, he looks at you with such a squint ... let's play? men against girls. Who loses shoots one thing... are we playing up to the panties or beyond? um... are you girls serious? can you imagine how we will lose our swimming trunks to you? and fulfill your every desire? but only around the perimeter of this room ok? flushed, eyes shining, whispering ... I guess what ... you yoursel
Early morning. As usual, there are no plans for the day. No, I completely forgot. You were going to visit me today J. We haven't seen each other for so long and I forgot about your coming? Doesn't look like me. Well, what do you need to prepare. Workout, shower, fifteen minutes in front of the mirror in the struggle with their appearance. All! Handsome man. Already five. You're a little late - no big deal. Call. I open the door. You are more beautiful than ever, or rather, you are always beautiful, but today in a special way. - Hello! - Hi, you look great. You go into the house. I run to the kitchen and already bring coffee. We sit in a chair and just talk. My cat is already rubbing against you in the hope of getting something tasty. And here is the result - spilled tea and a soiled blouse. You look at your clothes in horror. - Here you go! All efforts are in vain. - You talk and make a sour face. In order to somehow smooth over the situation, I suggest that you immediately
The black-haired girl beckoned with her gaze, forcing the man to get excited. Her bottomless brown eyes beckoned and excited. The man stood in the room, looking at the thin black-haired girl. She was wearing a light-colored bathrobe, in a black pattern, which fluctuated easily on the thin figure of the girl. His gaze was fixed, he examined her as a victim. The girl's chest trembled slightly, from the man's gaze, and perspiration appeared on her forehead. Immediately, she untied the robe, and it slipped from her thin shoulders, falling to the floor. The black-haired girl appeared before him in full glory. Smooth, pale skin, a neat but lush chest, a flat tummy with an earring and a thin, swan-like neck. She extended her neat hand to the man, and pulled towards herself, clinging to his lips. The man for a second was in a kind of shyness, but immediately, realizing the situation, he went to meet the girl. Her lips were sweeter than all the lips in the world, and her skin smelled pleasa
We have long dreamed of such a couple of weekends - me and my favorite hero. A hero - because "being my friend" is heroism in itself. You need to be able to hide after a week of being together in the same room - in order to wait out a small "storm". This is how I call my inexplicable state, when you simply can’t stand a single person within a radius of several meters from you, you want to close yourself in a huge bright room with a sofa and a book, or dance discs, or just with a cat. And enjoy being alone. Maybe there are many people who will understand me, with whom the same thing happens from time to time. But I have not been very lucky in this life so far, and rarely has anyone been able not to be offended by this. You just need to feel the approach of the "storm", leave on time, before I have time to say all those hurtful words that I will regret in a few days. But my hero - he's just smart! And I understand very well that even if he is late and I manage to do one of my usual lit
Our wonderful meeting after a long break took place. Both of us are already exhausted in the thirst for each other. They strove for each other, holding back with the last of their strength. Fantasizing how it should happen. In the messenger, sms, by phone. And today we met. I arranged for an apartment. We go there in the car. Let's hurry up in our thoughts. We run ahead of the radiator. I feel his tension. Only from the thought that now, finally, this should happen. I am turned on by your excitement, which I feel in your palm, gently squeezing and stroking my hand. Your sexy look turns me on. A short blouse that reveals your tummy and navel, which I love to lick so much. It turns me on that you are wearing a skirt today. I wonder if there are panties underneath. These thoughts excite me terribly. I put my hand on your knee and try to casually run my hand up your thigh. Catch the answer to this question through the skirt with your fingers. Of course you can ask. But it's not interesti
The day just sucked, there was nothing but trouble at work. Tired, I got on the subway, going home. There were not too many people in the car, but there was still nowhere to sit down. I stood near the door, holding on to the railing. Dark thoughts swirled in my head, the mood was lousy. Realizing that I can’t think of anything sensible for a tired head, I decided to digress. Looking around, I found that a pretty girl was standing a meter away from me. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt. My gaze flickered over her slender legs, thin waist. Under the T-shirt, the hemispheres of her breasts stood out, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra. The girl had shoulder-length black hair, a beautiful face with expressive green eyes. She did not notice me, staring into the void and thinking about something of her own. The next station was always full of people at that time. So it was this time. The crowd got into the car. Seein
We were not closely acquainted, rather by chance for a moment, two lines of life crossed - a nineteen-year-old girl and an adult, but still a very young thirty-year-old man. She came to visit me. It was a quiet autumn evening. The sun, with the remnants of summer heat at sunset, warmed my tiny apartment. - You are comfortable, - she added after a minute, - and calm ... Well, I don’t understand at all why you don’t have a girlfriend. You don't seem like an egoist. Maybe you're not gentle, not paying attention? - Does your job interfere? - quite feminine, at the same time affectionately and reproachfully looked into my eyes. - Stay with me. - No, I can't, I can't even for one night. Do you really want this? - she still looked into my eyes, no, rather, into my soul. I sincerely replied: "Very." - Please be obedient. Give me your word that you will obey me. - I will be obedient. I give you my word. - Well, what are you standing? I am your guest. Where is your bath. We have
Recently, in certain circles, it has become fashionable to talk about your previous incarnations. You can often hear from a visitor to some mannered salon a proud phrase about what an amazing personality he was in a past life somewhere there: in England, or France, either in the XII, or in the XVII century ... Since I do remember my incarnations, I can definitely say that I was not an amazing person. The last incarnation that was revealed to me was in the 16th century - then I was a Tibetan monk - a letter carrier, delivering important messages to the outside of the abbot of the Tharpa-Choy Lin monastery. And here I am again - on Earth, in Russia, at the turn of the 20th and 21st centuries. But what was between my current incarnation and that monk is hidden by some kind of veil with a flicker of obscure images and feelings. I was always tormented by the question - why? Why, having risen so high on the spiritual ladder, I could not rise even higher, why was I returned to Earth aga
... She woke up suddenly, as if from a shock ... listened ... this has happened more than once over the past few years - sudden awakenings with a feeling of incomprehensible anxiety and a wildly pounding heart. I didn’t like it, because this awakening was followed, as a rule, by a sleepless night in an empty and cold bed. But now everything was different - she was not alone, the warmth emanating from him was proof of that ... It immediately became so calm, comfortable and even a little cheerful ... he slept very soundly, in that serene healthy sleep ... he had never been so close and she had the opportunity to freely see his features as far as the lighting allowed. She had not experienced such a surge of tenderness for a long time, how many times in her dreams she kissed his eyes, lips, arched eyebrows in surprise, and now she could hardly restrain the desire to touch him, so dear and close, and her thoughts were already "rewinding" the film of memory back. .. He appeared in her fi
In harsh winter time. On a dark, polar night on the Taimyr Peninsula, the whole sky is so low and strewn with stars, it seems that this is one big starry blanket. You, as usual, take the shift from your partner and send him to bed. It takes about an hour and a half. You feel like you are starting to fall asleep, realizing that you need to work, you are trying to overcome yourself and sleep. Suddenly you feel like I'm behind with gentle, warm, feminine hands starting to touch your hair starting from your shoulders and slowly your hands begin to fall on your chest caressing your torso. You can feel the breath and gentle kisses around your neck with the light movements of my lips. Chill runs through the whole body of both. I slowly turn you around to face me and you see that it is I who takes my hand and pulls you towards you, We begin to passionately kiss each other, and our hands chaotically stroke the whole body. I start to unbutton your shirt, then I unbutton the belt, the zipper on
All day Eliza sat in the grotto. She miraculously escaped by hiding there when wild nomads attacked their wagon and killed her father. She was lucky that they didn't even notice her. As soon as their cart was level with the cave, her father, anticipating trouble, pushed her there, and now she imagined with horror the terrible fate that she, an attractive young girl, would fall into the hands of these rabid dogs. The whole day and night Eliza sat in a cramped grotto, afraid to lean out and do anything, but the growing thirst forced her to go in search of water at dawn. The girl did not walk for long, until in the thicket she made out a gently flowing stream. She greedily knelt down in the saving water and, taking off her clothes, washed herself. Enjoying the lightness of the body, clean and chilled, Eliza did not hear the rustle close. And as soon as she pulled on her dress, her heart skipped a beat in surprise: face to face, she found herself in front of a dark-skinned Arab. He was ver
Approaching Paris and looking out of the carriage window, Emma thought about how her new unfamiliar city would meet her. She was a stranger there, no one cared about her, she was alone. Did that mean she was in for hostility? Maybe. But it didn't matter, because she had a job, her mission, as she called it. The mission for which she survived everything that fell to her lot. Emma smiled, and the lady opposite gave her a quick glance and smiled too. Goodwill was read on the girl’s face, while in her head an insidious prudent plan was being developed. Can this really happen because of a man? Yes, Emma said firmly. As Emma prepared to leave her town, her only thought was to find him. To appear so suddenly that he was speechless and blurt out everything she wanted. But suddenly she was broken by a disease, a disease that once claimed the lives of her mother and grandmother. That day, when Emma first passed out at the dinner table and then did not come to herself for a long time, completel
Waves roll on a deserted beach and leave shreds of yellow-white foam on the sand. It's hard to believe, but until recently this deserted beach was filled with the sounds of a carefree life. October, with its cold, damp winds, drove the last vacationers away from the stormy Baltic Sea. The motley umbrellas of summer cafes have long been closed, and only the wind drives fragments of posters through the deserted streets. The mighty hum of the waves and the creak of old pines. Orchestra of Her Majesty - Nature. It seems that time has turned its course and behind the dune strip there is nothing but endless pine forests. The village, which a minute ago was so real, has disappeared into the foggy autumn haze, and only the red signal light of the pier cuts through the air filled with salt spray. You can walk for hours along the coast on loose sand and not meet anyone on your way. I like to wander through the dunes overgrown with hard grass, I like to run away from the waves and touch the c
She met him in a bar, where she went because she had nothing to do, she was sad and had nowhere to go from the thoughts that haunted her. It was a muscular handsome man, thoroughbred, like a stallion. His raven-black hair fell in waves over his shoulders. The jaws quivered under the stubble of unshaven cheeks. The white T-shirt only emphasized the tan and beautiful body to the best of pumped up muscles. Blue jeans were tight around the narrow buttocks, emphasizing everything that their owner wanted to highlight. He sat at the bar and occasionally with a bored look, cast a glance at the strip show dancers. Kate sat down beside him and lightly touched the stranger's beautiful, as if chiseled hand. He reluctantly turned his head and cut blue blades of cold eyes, jerked his hand away, showing that he was not interested in her person. This offended the girl, and she accepted the challenge. Defiantly, she turned away from the icy handsome man and started a heart-to-heart conversation with a
A serene sunny June morning turned into torrential rain by noon. Sergey and Yulia, who decided to go shopping that day in order to buy the necessary things for the upcoming vacation at sea, fell under a heavy downpour. In the morning, when they were getting ready, it never crossed their minds to take an umbrella with them, the weather was so beautiful. And now the rain overtook them suddenly, soaking to the skin. It was now useless to hide from the rain, and the house was already nearby, so they cheerfully joked, walked through the puddles, waving shopping bags. They ran into the porch snorting and brushing themselves off. Already on the stairs, Julia remembered that she had promised to go to the neighbor below and, thinking that if she didn’t look at her now, then she definitely wouldn’t do it later, she said ... Seryozha, you go, I’ll look at Masha for a minute . After handing the bag to her husband, she rang the bell at the neighbor's door. Sergei quickly went up to his floor. Ent
The 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