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631 stories · Page 23- Hey! Do you still want to have some fun? That gurgling, sexy voice I would recognize in a crowd, not the one in the brothel. More recently, I pressed the owner of this voice in a dark corner of the dance hall, right here, near the stage. But how! Why else do we need brothels? How not to snuggle up to a warm female body? But I didn't know there would be a sequel! I thought that the girl just ran away from my arms, so as not to feel my caresses anymore. But no! I, after her departure, sat down at a table and smoked a cigarette, looking at the new girls and their older clients dancing on the stage. I could hear perfectly how respectable men smacked their lips and brazenly hugged their ladies. And now my little white has called me. I slowly put out my cigarette on the porcelain ashtray and slowly got up from the table. Of course, the girl turned to me! My heart jumped, but I'm calm, if you can talk about calmness, when such a girl calls you. I walked close to her and kissed her on th
The session is not conducive to a good mood. Never. Regardless of how you study. And everything is unnerving: the calls of the parents, the remarks of the sister, the attention of young people on the street. In short, ready to bark at everyone you meet. Especially when it's plus twenty-five outside the window, and instead of lying somewhere on the shore, sipping Coca-Cola, you wallow in a stuffy room and plow the boundless ocean of historical research. Having dug into textbooks and losing the last remnants of common sense over the adventures of the ancient and not very Russians, I almost threw a suddenly screaming smartphone out the window. - Oh, to break you! I said in my heart. - Well, who else is itching? "People are divided into two categories," the unknown caller said thoughtfully. - "Some pass the session. Others have a habit of arriving at the wrong time, but they have cognac, which dilates blood vessels and improves mental activity. I have cognac. Well, so I will come in?
There were not as many people on the bus as I thought at first. I made my way to the very back seat and decided to take a nap: the path was not close. As soon as I closed my eyes and prepared to taste the sweetest sleep, as through the adjacent eyelids I saw a woman's silhouette approaching the back seats. It turned out to be a young girl (18-19 years old), distinguished by unusual beauty. Her light summer dress could not hide the lovely shapes of her hips and breasts. Shoulder-length dark brown hair was gathered into a neat ponytail with a colorful elastic band, slender long legs were shod in summer sandals, which consisted of thin leather straps. She walked over to the seats and, as if nothing had happened, landed next to me, probably thinking that I was still asleep. The bus left. There were four hours of travel in inactivity. Sleep was the only occupation. And it is not surprising that after a few minutes my neighbor was sleeping peacefully, leaning back in her seat. I had no sle
The ringing of the phone pulled me out of my slumber like a gunshot. Unexpectedly and insistently. I got up from the sofa where I lay and listened to music, on the verge of dream and reality. She walked over to the table and picked up the phone. - Hello. - Hello! I'm back! You are all asleep! My legs buckled and I sank to the floor. It was his voice. A voice that I haven't heard for five years and that I thought I would never hear. This voice came in my dreams at night, making me wake up and dream about him for the rest of the night. - Well, what are you silent? Are you not happy? I'm completely back! Do you hear? At all. I will never leave again! - Hello! - my voice was trembling, - I was just confused. Of course I'm glad. I've been waiting for you. I love you still! - So I'll come today? Clock at 9 pm? - I'll be waiting for you! - Will everything be the same? - Yes! - my voice broke, and a wave of strong excitement swept through my body. - Wait! I will come! Kiss!
My new secretary is just lovely - a charming creature: just a girl (she was 19 years old), she looked just great: wavy golden hair falling to her shoulders, big blue eyes, a little upturned cute nose, a charming mouth line, a thin graceful neck, high chest, which was noticeable despite the strict suit, thin waist, small ass and long beautiful legs. She was dressed, as I have already said, strictly: a gray skirt just above the knees, a jacket, under it a snow-white blouse, thin stockings, low-heeled shoes. And this naive cute look, which does not spoil her at all, but rather emphasizes her incredible sexuality, showing through in her every movement: gait, gestures, in the way she writes, works at a computer. At the same time, her sexuality is so natural and genuine, as if it was given to her from birth, which most likely is the case. This is how she appeared before me today, and the name of this incredible girl is Anya. She did her job flawlessly all day. I saw her many times when she
Spring painted nature with colors, covering the trees that were bare after winter in a bright green color, and spread a green blanket on the ground. It was May, and spring work was in full swing everywhere. I, too, dug in the garden all the time and planted new seeds in order to get a good harvest in the fall and live carefree all winter. I had to work a lot, and when I got tired, I allowed myself to take my favorite walks through the spring forest naked and breathe with my whole body and every part of it. Les dressed and I undressed after a cold winter. - How unusual and strange everything is, I thought, walking through the forest and listening to the birds. - The forest undresses for the winter, and the person dresses and vice versa in the summer. I smiled and walked down the forest road, walking down the sandy path in only my running shoes. I always left my clothes at home and did not worry that they could be found and stolen or that they could watch me near it, and therefore
Currant 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 a warm evening. Walking down the street, they came to her apartment. There was something special about that day, and they both knew that something was going to happen today. He knew that his beautiful, sunny girlfriend was still innocent, but he still felt that something would happen between them today. A bit tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, from stuffy trams, they decided to take a break. She said she wanted to take a shower and relax. Entering the bathroom, she slowly undressed, turned on the water and found herself under jets of warm water. There was a soft knock on the bathroom door... and it is not clear why, but she opened the door with a calm heart. There he stood. Of all the clothes on it were only swimming trunks. She appeared before him in all the beauty of her nakedness. She had a beautiful body. Slender legs, plump elastic ass, small size, but very beautiful breasts. He was simply stunned by her. And stood in the bathroom door as if rooted to the spot. S
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
"Hi, come in, Nastya, can you. Can I take your coat? Could you stand in the middle of the room and just slowly turn around. Very well, your amateur pictures are not fair to you, you are really very, very beautiful. Now come on we'll sort out the necessary formalities and get them out of the way. You brought your birth certificate, didn't you. I'm sorry, but you do understand that I can only work with adults over the age of 18. So, it's all right. So now sign this form. It just says that you agree to pose for erotic photos and that I will own all rights to these photos. So, that's right, sign here. And one last thing, I lock the door with a key, but not to keep you here, but to prevent outsiders from entering in. The key remains in the lock, and you can leave whenever you want. Well, let's start, look into the lens, face a little higher, legs crossed, hands on knees, like this, okay, now give me a seductive look. Great Nastya, now just unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse. No,
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
Two people were walking along the forest road: a boy and a girl. The young man, tall and slender, to the surprise of the few passers-by he met, walked in only dirty black socks and no jeans, which he carried rolled up in his hands. He walked in one unbuttoned blue shirt and white, not very clean shorts. There were no signs of shoes in his hands. The girl, slender and fragile, with long, waist-length, loose hair, walked barefoot, holding sandals in her hands. The top button of her jeans was open, and the zipper was half open, revealing her crimson panties. Even the girl was only a topic, leaving her bare belly, and he was clearly wearing a completely naked body. The couple went through the forestry. Then the young man did an absolutely amazing act: looking around, he took off his underpants. “Let's get out of the way,” the girl asked, not taking her eyes off what the thin fabric had just hidden. "Come on," the guy agreed. They left the road, entered the forest, turned to face ea
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