The summer has been very hot. But in a private house in a suburb of New York, the air conditioner was on and it was cool. In the large room of a private house, a girl was sitting on a sofa. Her body was covered with a short T-shirt with a picture of Mickey Mouse. The short shorts were slightly lowered. Legs were tightly fitted high socks to the knees. The girl looked like a volleyball player. Just as tall, slender, with shoulder-length blond hair that was pulled together and tied with an elastic band. Sitting on the couch, she ate pizza with pleasure, not taking her eyes off the TV screen. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. The girl was so fascinated by the film that at first she did not pay attention to the knock. But someone again persistently knocked on the door. The girl with an unhappy look looked up from watching the movie. She jumped up from the couch, put down the half-eaten slice of pizza, and opened the front door. Her friend Amalia was standing in the doorway. She was
Hi all. My name is Alexander. I work as a sound engineer at corporate events. Once, when I was just learning this, a soundman traveled with me, and I just memorized and wrote down, then an interesting story happened to me. We held one wedding in the dining room, not very rich, but there was one very beautiful bridesmaid at this wedding. The blonde is not tall, small breasts the second maximum size, a very beautiful figure with a beautiful round ass, which I saw when she was spinning in the dance. From the very beginning of the wedding, this blonde leaned heavily on alcohol, and by the middle of the wedding she was staggering from side to side. At one point, she decided to chat with the little one and squatted down opposite me, exposing her translucent panties. Thoughts immediately crept into my head that it would be nice to take her to another room and have fun, especially since a little earlier she herself showed interest in me smiling sweetly and making eyes. After another half an h
It feels odd to be writing this because, so far, none of the partners shared in my tales have still been in my life. But this is an account of a revelatory experience for me and my current partner, Lucas. When I was 29, Lucas and I had been together for about a year and a half, and this would be the first time I’d maintained a relationship with someone who had the same sexual appetite as I had, and the same interest in experimentation. I have a history of spontaneous sex that I very much cherish, but by this point, Tinder was a thing, sex positive discourse was spreading, and people were becoming more organised, pragmatic, and open about their sexuality. All of which is wonderful news, but this coupled with a long term relationship had meant that being picked up or seduced seemed a more distant prospect than it ever had. So, Lucas. I love Lucas. I have to remind you that I’m changing names here, and so for me to type that out feels odd as well. I adore him. Lucas is 6’2”, stocky, and
Adam and I got together when I was 23, during our first time at Glastonbury Festival. We made out during Flaming Lips, and we kept making out, and kept seeing each other, until it became clear to us and everyone around us that we were indeed in a relationship. He was a couple of years younger than me. It was fun for several months. We’d talked about going back for our first anniversary, but by that time things had gotten pretty sour. We were arguing constantly; Adam’s drinking was taking a toll. I wasn’t enjoying drinking that much, and usually opted to retreat to the bedroom when he inevitably insisted on getting some cans in. It made him irritable and hostile, which (as well as finding empty Oranjeboom cans all over the house I shared with two friends who weren’t that keen on him) made me irritable and hostile. So we fought a lot. I told him that I wasn’t prepared to get drunk in a field for three days with things the way they are. He went by himself, and I spent our anniversary watc