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350 stories · Page 15Charm 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
Uh, I often remember the circumstances of one night. But that feeling of novelty and surprise was simply no more. My wife and I decided to have a little fun in the evening. They bought some alcohol, I got a beer, they took a shampuska for my wife. So the evening should have gone like clockwork. Having taken water procedures, we settled down on the sofa. Turning on the TV with some kind of Batwa. We were destroying stocks of liquor. Which, after a hard day, soon clouded our brains well. In light hops, it was decided to look for something hot. And now lust in all its manifestations is pouring from the TV screen. From such an onslaught, my dragon moved in my pants. And I began to stroke the missus in all sorts of intimate places. She accurately calculated that I would not calmly contemplate this spectacle for a long time. I went on the offensive and began to kiss her while lowering my hand to her tender place. Which already needed a man's caress. Hops asked for more and I went kissing
- Do you know how I met my last wife? Oh, are you not interested? In vain? You will lose a lot if you don't listen to my story. Only first, let's take another hundred grams, otherwise ... However, you will understand for yourself. - Do you remember those times when scientists were out of work? Remember? One of them was me. Who at that time needed biology? Here! Here! Quite right. To no one. In general, I was left out of work, and even without a penny in my pocket. Quickly realizing that there was no sense in me, my wife, instantly oriented in the realities of what was happening, left me and went to her former classmate, who sold rags in the market. He had several stalls there. In general, unlike me unmercenary, he could provide her with a well-fed life. True, not for long. He was banged, and my ex-wife, left alone, set out to return to me, but I was already smart and sent her ... Far away. At the very case, things were not going worse, and then there she was. In general, I had a gr
The sun was slowly reddening, approaching the horizon, I could see the reflection of its rays on the sand of the beach. A cool breeze, smelling of algae, enveloped us, we were a small group of fellow students, we came after the lectures to have a little rest and swim. Last days of September, autumn. I went to the dressing room, and dreamed of jumping into warm water as soon as possible, a lady of 40 years old, in a dressing gown, was standing by the booth. Probably lived near the beach. She smelled of expensive perfume and a towel covered her face. I stood silently and waited for my turn to use the booth, the lady lit a cigarette and came close to the booth. Finally, a girl jumped out of the booth and skipped to the stairs. My neighbor entered the booth. I saw her legs through the opening between the lower edge of the booth and the boardwalk on which this booth rested, I decided that this middle-aged lady occupied the booth for a long time and turned away towards the sea ... Then I h
Among my clients there was one point in Ochakovo. Once I stop by, and the saleswoman Lyubka, a broken woman of about thirty-five, is playfully disposed. The owner of the outlet, a heavyset man, said as he left: - Be careful, I'll hold it. “But I don’t mind,” Liubka answered. After these words, I looked at her. Although, at that time, I was just in the midst of a relationship with Ksenia and I didn’t attach too much importance to Lyubkin’s statements. Although, she was pretty enough. Slim, short. A brown-haired woman with a pleasant face. I was making eyes and her partner Nina. - If I were younger, we would have stirred up with you, - she said. But Nina was painfully unattractive. But Lyubka is like that, nothing. And also builds eyes. The first time I squeezed her a day after Ksyukhin's departure. “What, people will see,” she stammered. So she teased me for two weeks. I come, she makes eyes, flirts. Like I'm young, hot. And when it comes down to it, everything is clamped.
Ignoring the screaming alarm clock, I continued to sleep on, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was half past noon on the clock. After a quick shower, I drank my favorite green tea and sat down at the computer. I needed to translate the text, but instead of opening a word document, I double-clicked to launch opera. I got in touch, followed the pop-up link to the recipe site, and there I saw a link to the dating page. Out of pure curiosity, I went to read. HE loved the rain. At least that's what he wrote. Without expecting it myself, I offered to meet. He agreed. Having carefully thought over my image, I brought beauty and called a taxi. We agreed to meet in a small restaurant called "Fantasy". At the appointed time, five minutes late, I sat comfortably in a wicker chair opposite the amazing man. He turned out to be a brown-haired man of small stature, of a dense physique. Pleasant facial features: a high forehead, green eyes bordered by black eyelashes, an aristocratic nose
Oh Natalie! The young flagellant led me to you. I adored her touching, naive, trusting ass. Many ladies love spanking, but this one was especially voluptuous. She drove me crazy with her helplessness. Her passion was discovered by accident. The girl became capricious: she wanted to go for a walk and did not let me work. Be smart, I kept saying, not looking up from the computer, go alone. I don’t want to be smart, the little girl was mischievous, I’m tired of being smart! And she pressed any letters on the cybord. Don't mess around, I said patiently, with all the severity I could muster. And what will happen? she asked, continuing to play pranks. I will punish him, I said, although I could not even imagine that in a minute I would indeed be able to confirm the threat. Tiny was quite sure that this would not happen. You? me? she laughed carelessly. Never punish! And pressing DELETE erased a large piece of text. Nothing terrible happened, the text remained in the buffer, but I was rea
- Well, what happened next? Andrey sat comfortably in an armchair next to the coffee table, on which stood a cup of fragrant, freshly brewed coffee, and looked at the bustling younger sister. For the third day, Alla was preparing to receive guests - two young people who were not indifferent to her in one way or another, but, as usual, she did not have time to do anything. The guys could come any minute, and she was still running around the house with a wet head and in some translucent panties. - And what could be there at all, - Alla lingered for a moment near the mirror, with visible pleasure once again looking at her slender figure, - Of course, Pashka tried to drag me into bed in the end. - Did it work? Especially what you are talking about. “He certainly managed to get to bed,” the girl giggled. - Even managed to get with me - I dragged him. He tried to hug me, and fell asleep - in a half-hanging position. - And you? - What about me? Do not go home alone at two o'clock in
At night we went to the dacha, it was dark, there were headphones in our ears, and music that plunges you into some unknown world in which you feel good and calm. My young man, who was not indifferent to me, was driving, my friends were sitting behind. It so happened that among all the guys I was one girl. Many would be embarrassed, but I was confident in them and I was not afraid or embarrassed to be alone with them. The road was not smooth, and because of this, it took longer to get to the destination. But an hour later, another we were in place. Even on the way here, I had different thoughts, but now the thought flashed through my head that something should happen, something unusual for me. Entering the house, it was clearly noticeable that it was cool in it, but it was not at all important, because a cheerful company with cheerful conversations would not let you remember this nuance. Having learned a little, everyone began to drink, over time, the degree in the blood began to
This story happened to me five years ago. My friends and I went on a hike. There were 10 of us - 6 men and 4 women. I was supposed to sleep in a tent with Vadim, but he fell ill and did not come to the station. I had already decided that I would sleep alone, but on the first evening of our trip we were so cold that I decided to invite one of our women, Larisa, to my tent. She was no longer young, however, like me, but still very attractive and sexy. She immediately brought her things and began to make the bed. One sleeping bag was put down, and the second one was covered. First they lay down in their clothes, and it was cold. Then I plucked up the courage and put my arms around her waist. It became much warmer, then my cheeks began to burn, and I touched my cheek to her face. She lay silently, and only her deep and frequent breathing said that she liked everything that was happening. It soon became so hot that we had to take off some of our clothes, and we were left in T-shirts and
She was standing at the window. The leaves of the maple were golden in the sun, and the sky was so insanely blue that, smiling, she thought ... "If a woman had such eyes, many men would not find a place at night." The window was open and she felt this amazing autumn aroma ... the smell of leaves, grass, earth and something else special. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time. The last sip of coffee, a look in the mirror, and she was already walking down the street. It was her season. Right now she caught the warm glances of men. "They want my body - let them." She was in a wonderful mood, it was her autumn, or to be more precise, it was her day. She felt that something was about to happen today. Something that will change her life, roll in a new unfamiliar wave, spin and rush somewhere forward. The bus was full of people in the morning, as always, but she was glad that she was pressed against the window, thereby depriving her of the opportunity to stand nose to nose with s
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.
... Everything goes to this, and both understand what they want, but he hesitates, fearing refusal, and she, fearing that she will break loose and lose respect for herself. Although it sounds strange, but upbringing imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against her, and his presence makes her feel wild. Desire lives at the bottom of the abdomen, but the higher it is, the stronger the position of the mind, and this imbecile division is enough across the board. I want to cover my face with my hands, fall on the bed and lose consciousness, ... well, at least he would help - at least something, why is he so slow!? ... Finally, he came up, talking about nothing, "walking" around, but this is already something. The most important thing is to wait until his lips touch hers. Doesn't he see that it SHOULD be done, otherwise the languor will simply kill her desire. He ran his hand along his thigh... okay, but not enough for open provocation... why is he so indecisive? Feelings ar
When I first saw HIM in a cafe where I used to have lunch, he became a kind of teacher for me. Never in my life have I seen that they looked at me like that ... And in our first meeting, I realized that I never wanted anyone like that. I went to bed, closed my eyes and saw how he caresses me, I felt how he touched me, and my jaw cramped ... And I slowly stroked my chest, carefully lowered myself lower and lower. When in the end I drove myself into a frenzy, the alarm clock rang and I went to a cafe for breakfast. Those two days before we met had been an eternity for me, and I couldn't wait until I was finally in bed with him. ... His apartment seemed like a paradise to me, and how the bed beckoned with cool silk!!! I knew that I would undress now and if I had wet panties on, I probably would have gone crazy, but I threw them away in the toilet of the cafe. And now he leaned over to kiss my neck, as I imagined how he would enter me with force and involuntarily screamed ... I can’t r
- Wow, how big! Her eyes sparkled like those of a hungry kitten. - Is it really that big? I watched with curiosity the movement of her hands. The touch of graceful fingers was gentle and pleasant. The bliss spread from the lower abdomen all over the body and was about to hit the head with a heady jet. - Well, maybe there are more, but only you have such a beautiful one! She knew how to flatter, that's for sure. Apparently inherited from her mother along with cat manners. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I picked up this wet bitch a couple of hours ago at a disco in a nearby technical school. - Kolyan, you're all fucking hanging out! Just like snot in the wind! Come on, damn it, better move with us to the techie - there will be a cool dance today, damn it. Pizdatoe, damn it, beer and high heifers. - Valera-Bumper, as always, was persistent. It’s hard to convince him even when he’s sober, but when he drinks, it becomes simply impossible to argue with him. Tied with a wo
After graduating from school, I could not enter the institute for the full-time department, there were not enough points, and I had to retake one exam and apply for the evening department. After enrollment, I, like other comrades in misfortune, had to look for work. It seemed to me that in our time to find a job is easy. But how to find it, if for ten years, apart from a writing pen, he held nothing in his hands. And the fact that something to do with your own hands, there is nothing to say at all. Having pushed around the enterprises of my native city and not finding anything suitable, I turned to my parents for help. Having mocked my self-confidence, after reading a sea of lectures, I was nonetheless hired to work in one of the factory's laboratories, where I have to work for a whole year as a junior laboratory assistant, or rather, a second-class electrician. It was the end of August. On the very first day of my working life, my boss called me. “So that’s it,” he began, looking
Gentle music plays outside the door, and we enjoy each other by the light of an outlandish lantern. A full bath relaxes our bodies and thoughts flow like a drop of honey down the cheek. We drink red wine and alternately watch the ruby reflections and sparks in our eyes. The wine begins to take effect and I notice an exciting blush on your cheeks. I gently take your leg and slowly rub your foot. I like to watch the expression in your eyes: they gradually grow cloudy and lose focus. Your fingers are already in my mouth, and the hot tongue finds the most sensitive areas that you didn't even know existed... Water gently hugs us and I want to share with you the joy of solitude. Hands lie on your knees and slide smoothly down. Feel the bubbles separate from your velvet skin and rise up. Hands under water caress your body and we begin to become a single pulsating organism with you. Fingers become naughty, and thoughts are locked on the thirst for satisfaction ... With my left hand, I care
Gently sitting in a chair, you felt long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands gently gliding over your arms, the edge of your clothes and, as if in continuation (it was so natural), along the juicy girlish legs. My touch was soft and desirable. You suddenly felt such a wonderful bliss, such a blissful calmness, a surge of violent fantasy and primal desire. The body trembled in anticipation of the fabulous bliss. Fatigue disappeared, as if there had never been a hard, stressful day behind. Your lips parted, revealing a small mouth and a scarlet tongue fluttering in anticipation. Slowly, I touched my lips to yours and my palm became bolder to touch your legs, and then, quite by accident, it turned out to be under your short skirt. There everything breathed heat, but it was so cozy that I could not take my hand out of there until the next day. I pushed my hand even deeper. I immediate
I am a painter. Women's nature - worries. But the man in me has always been stronger than the artist. Now I draw on this very nature. If you only knew how beautiful it is: under your hands, the female body blossoms and reveals its true beauty. I am sure that only an artist can elevate the beauty of a naked woman to the rank of art. It's available to me. I want you to know that this is also possible. And it is not at all necessary to imagine me as a weird type bathing screaming girls in paint. Not at all. Firstly, because I work only with Women. And secondly: I'm an ordinary guy, I work as a designer in an advertising agency, I get good fees for advertising broths, tights and rolled steel. Ask: who agrees to "lie under the brush"? The first among the candidates is a girl from a party. Fashionable, cool. Tattoo? Yes, here she is, uncle, a rose on her ass. An umbilical ring? Please. Ecstasy? It used to. Fashionable pubic haircut? But what about without her? How old are you? 18th. Such