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Who would have thought that a simple chat can turn into something more.

They chatted for two months until they decided to meet in real life. Virtual life got boring and they just wanted to be around, look into real eyes and talk, hearing a voice.

Arriving in her city, he was somewhat amazed by what he saw. She walked towards him along with their friends from the chat. There was something different about her. Her photographs, compared to the real one, were a pitiful imitation of herself. She was beautiful! Before the pain in his temples, he knew that he was in trouble.

Having paid for the rented apartment, which she had agreed in advance, and sitting on the sofa in the hall, they talked and talked as if this conversation was the very first. Their meeting was to be the first and last. Nobody made plans for the future. It would seem that during the day spent together in the chat, there was nothing to talk about, but topics for conversation kept appearing and appearing...

Under the... continue reading

The elevator cabin was tastefully done, there was a mirror and a soft comfortable sofa, and the light fell comfortably from above...

She rode in an elevator and she was bored alone. She was very aroused and did not recognize herself today. She was ready to pounce on the young stallion...

On the fifth floor, her calm or restless rise in the elevator was intercepted by... just a young appetizing stallion - like a senior manager of a large company.

And now they were going upstairs together. He immediately drew attention to her, it was impossible not to pay attention to her, this attention itself was drawn to her exciting legs in black nylon pantyhose.

After a short silence, she moved to a soft sofa and easily settled down there, and settled down so that her sweet legs were supplemented by the look of her silk panties on her, since the skirt was on her very mini, almost completely mini ... and her sexy sigh brought to the end him to arousal and catching her desire for intimacy went... continue reading

- 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... continue reading

My wife died 5 years ago, it was certainly a hard blow for me, but still the love raging in us during our youth had already subsided, besides, I was already mentally prepared for this, she had throat cancer and she was slowly dying already within a year, so that death was her deliverance from suffering.

The two months that have passed since her death, I practically don’t remember, I remember - I drank a lot, often didn’t spend the night at home, staying drunk at night with friends. There were no women, or maybe I just didn’t remember them in a drunken stupor, which means we can assume that they weren’t there. And it is unlikely that anything could happen at the physical level for a man who has experienced stress and consumes liters of alcohol per day.

However, the money ran out, my friends had their worries, and my drunken brains were still enough not to sell things from the house.

And one day (sounds corny) I woke up with the firm intention not to drink anymore. The withdrawal w... continue reading

Seeing him once in one of the summer cafes, I did not immediately pay attention to another cute, in my opinion, attractive face. Slowly sipping the smoke of the hookah, I drifted deeper and deeper from reality, while drinking lazily white wine in a glass on a thin stem in order to more vividly feel the taste of thick smoke. And once again I grabbed the mouthpiece with my lips slightly swollen after a day's rest in the sun to take a deep breath, began to slowly release thick clouds of white smoke, at that moment a young man "with a pretty face" sat down next to me, being in the very center of my air jet .

- Cool, but is it the taste of cappuccino? - he asked.

I paused for a moment and replied:

- Yes.

At this moment, slow music is turned on and the young man gently taking my hand, saying not a word more, offers to dance with him. Having agreed, I left my favorite place with a hookah, and besides, I was already beginning to get bored with the lonely accompaniment of the evening. W... continue reading

When Oleg looked up from his papers in his office and glanced at his watch, it was already one in the morning. Wearily straightened his back, reached for the phone to call home, but changed his mind, thinking that everyone was already asleep. Leaving the office, got into the car, lit a cigarette, and slowly drove through the night city. Almost an hour drive to the house, there is no hurry. Night lights and neon flashed playfully towards the car. He turned on calm music, five speakers built into the interior of the car, created peace and tranquility. Thoughts slowly flowed in my head, after a hard day. I wanted coffee. He stopped the car at the nearest cafe. Went in, sat at the bar, ordered a cup of coffee. While the bartender was fulfilling the order, he indifferently looked around the hall. There were few people, a couple of companies sat at the tables. The bartender brought coffee. Taking a sip of the scalding drink, he lit another cigarette, enjoying the shifting aromas and flavors.... continue reading

We decided to go with you to visit and you stopped by me early. While you waited for me to clean myself up, you sat on the edge of the bed in my room. I'm wearing a black skirt, a beautiful translucent blouse. I chirp cheerfully, scurrying around the room, passing by you now and then, carrying with me the delicate aroma of my perfume and the rustle of stockings on my legs. I am almost ready, but again and again I return to the mirror, carefully examining myself, trying to find even the slightest flaw in my impeccable makeup. Rising up on my toes, I look at myself all over and mechanically begin to straighten my stockings, running my hands from my knees up my thighs and pulling them up by the dark rim. At the same time, my skirt rides up and you see my legs. At this moment, feeling your condition, I turn my head towards you. A slight smile touches my lips - after all, I need very little to make you desire ...

You get up and walk towards me. You hug and hug everything. I raise my head... continue reading

Yes, this summer has turned out to be hot all the same... But the day has passed, the sun is about to fall below the horizon... and the gaze of itself rushes into the water surface tinted with sunset crimson. Oh, this view, it seems such beauty can touch even the most callous heart, make even a lonely, deceived and desperate soul to find its other half again and again inflame with love - no matter what - for a chamomile, lonely languishing among the burdocks, to the river making a graceful turn and carrying its waters to an unknown distance, to the sunset, so grandiosely and majestically ending a fine summer day ... No, perhaps in Pskov you will not find a place closer to the city, where every day in clear weather you can see this ...

... But what is strange is that there are no souls on the Stepanovsky Meadow ... Even despite the fact that the sunset is about to begin ... Usually at this time there is nothing to sit down here - there is nowhere to stand, the whole coast is dotted wi... continue reading

The third day hanging around Moscow without a penny in his pocket, Igor peered enviously into the windows of foreign cars with tinted windows passing by him, trying to see the lucky ones inside. Money... Damn it, where are these notorious crazy "grandmothers", flowing, according to the provincials, into the bottomless pockets of Muscovites from all over the country? And why can't he, a healthy, smart and still young man, break off his piece from this damned metropolitan pie?

No money means nothing: no housing next month, no food for the next week, not even a ticket to your hometown. But in the notebook there is one address ...

Remembering this, Igor grinned wryly and shrugged his shoulders. Well… After all, he doesn’t foresee women in the foreseeable future either, so it doesn’t matter what to do with the liquid that has accumulated over the month and is useless, causing only pain in the groin…

To his surprise, at the family planning department of the city gynecological dispensar... continue reading

It was evening. Arthur sat at the bow of the six-seater boat, occasionally spitting into the water. He relatively recently began to transport on this section of a wide, slowly flowing river. However, even poor experience told him that in the late afternoon someone would definitely ask to be transported to the other side. Busy hiking trails criss-crossed the plain in all directions, and the nearest bridge was a long way off, even by local standards.

Premonition did not deceive: on a gentle path that descended to the water, a slender female figure appeared. The woman was clearly in a hurry. A medium-sized travel bag dangled from her tanned shoulder, thumping mercilessly on her hip, as if carved by the hand of a skilled craftsman. The dress, barely covering her shoulders, fluttered from fast walking, exposing her tanned knees. Taking a breath, the woman asked:

- Will you move to the other side?

Arthur looked at her thoughtfully, kneading a cigarette in his fingers, which had been wo... continue reading

Excitement shakes me, like before the first date. Although where is it, my first ...

But today... Today everything is completely different. Our meeting is covered with medieval romance and heady madness. I'm going to your hotel, where you came specially for a few hours to see me. All you have in your pocket is change and a ticket for the return bus. I know it.

I know even more. I know almost everything about you: your fears and your joys, your dreams and your erogenous zones.

And yet you don't know anything about me except my name.

I go to the door and knock on it with a prearranged signal.

- Come in! - This voice trembles in anticipation of our meeting.

I open the door and look into the room. Everything is correct. The lights are off, the curtains are down. This hotel room was not chosen by chance, the bed is positioned so that you can only see my silhouette, but not my face.

- Ira, I'm here!

Stupid. I know perfectly well where the bed is on which you are now lying. In... continue reading

It was a warm summer evening. We sat around the campfire and reminisced the whole day, as we climbed the hills with big backpacks on our backs. We pitched our tents by a small river and sat by the fire and drank beer. It was warm and there were practically no mosquitoes. There were four of us. My girlfriend and her boyfriend invited us, perhaps for the company, or perhaps they had something in mind ... When it was almost dark and the bright white stars scattered across the sky, our friends, having wished us good night, went to the tent and now only occasionally a giggle was heard from there and the rustle of a camping blanket.

Today I saw you for the first time, you turned out to be not as handsome as your friend described you, but there was something charming, eye-catching in you. Having opened one more bottle of beer and enjoying the beauty of nature around us, we talked about abstract topics. Meanwhile, the beer gradually began to hit our heads, and soon we were laughing without h... continue reading

Friday evening ... She still has so much to do .... For the evening they invited guests - a married couple with whom they had been connected by almost 15 years of pleasant acquaintance.

How many years have they been together! We went to the theater together, celebrated the New Year, went to visit each other on occasion and without any reason. So today they agreed to meet, chat and exchange impressions after the summer holidays.

So much more to do! The refrigerator at home was empty. She loved to cook only for guests, perceiving everyday standing at the stove as a mockery, or torture, or just a waste of time.

Having run into the store and bought everything she needed, she barely made it home with two bags. Having only managed to throw bags of groceries to her husband and short instructions on what to do with them, she slipped into the bath and began the laborious procedure of bringing herself into her proper form. Less than an hour before the arrival of the guests, she had to sign... continue reading

Lying on the bed, he recalled how he, then still a young lieutenant with a slender athletic figure, was intensely pecked at by the bored wives of his senior colleagues in the garrison.

Having unsuccessfully landed on a parachute, during the exercises, he severely sprained the ligaments in his leg and, for a long time, got stuck in a hospital bed. He lay on the bed for two weeks, literally languishing from idleness. Every two days he was regularly visited by the head of the medical service, Major Nikolayeva, a beautiful thirty-year-old woman with plump cherry lips and a bright blush on her cheeks.

He blushed painfully and trembled with embarrassment, shivering and trying to somehow hide the shamelessly protruding cock when she examined his sore leg. This was repeated every time she came, and he calmed down, thinking that she did not notice his aroused flesh.

Once, when it got warmer and the snow instantly melted, he lay with anguish listening to the sparrows chirping stunned outsi... continue reading

You and I traveled around Europe. In Italy, we stopped for a few days in Naples, in this ancient city, on the shores of the Gulf of Naples of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Having rented a hotel room, we wandered through the narrow ancient streets and admired the architectural monuments. I was dressed in a miniature top that barely covered my breasts and short white shorts. During our trip, I managed to get a tan, and you were pleased to notice that the men passing by cast furtive glances at me. Still would! My legs could drive anyone crazy! :)) It's hot outside, you just can't breathe! Having wandered around enough, we return to the hotel. There are air conditioners in the room and therefore you don’t feel the heat that melts the cobbled pavements outside, the heat that hangs over the ancient city at this time of the year does not penetrate here. The walk tired us a little and now, a little tired, but overwhelmed with impressions, we sit in easy chairs in the room and lazily think about how we s... continue reading

I was 22 at the time and he was 21.

Having invited him to my home, I did not stand on ceremony, but immediately took him to my bedroom. At first, we chatted, laughed, joked, kissed ... For me, it's a common thing, with a kiss, to caress a guy wherever I get it! But for him it was the first time, he said the phrase that he was not ready.

I thought, does he really expect sex? Hmm... yes... so open. Although it was necessary to count on sex. Turned out he was a virgin! I had almost everything, but never had sex with a virgin! Without hesitation, I decided to tease him, but after starting a game, I started playing myself.

I climbed on top of him and threw him on the bed, I began to move on him, rubbing against his penis, which protruded so much through my jeans. I began to slowly unzip my fly, he was breathing so intermittently. It made my head spin.

I took out his penis and began to smoothly move my hand from the head of his penis to the base, I felt the lubricant come out of it,... continue reading

At one party, in honor, it seems, of my friend's birthday, I met a girl. From the very beginning, I did not want to start any serious relationship. I thought... take a break at the disco, have some fun at some party. I like to splurge, who doesn’t like it, especially since the girl was not spoiled, her poor parents could not adequately support their offspring, maybe it sounds ugly, but I can’t find other words, and she couldn’t find a good job . The girl could not afford cool parties and fashionable sessions. A modest, but always neat look, is unlikely to hook any guy from the crowd. I had extra money, albeit a little, advanced friends who were frequenters of expensive discos and clubs, in general, everything for a complete respite.

I approached her, not knowing where to start the conversation, lightly hugging her waist, I felt under a light dress, her body not formed by age. I don’t know how many seconds my numbness lasted, but it seems like a lot. My unexpected tetanus was interrup... continue reading

It was summer outside, and there was still a little more than a week left before the start of the new football season among women's teams, but the field was not empty on this warm morning. The girls didn't train, no. For today, a pre-season photo shoot was scheduled for a set of new uniforms, but even when the planned event came to an end, the players were in no hurry to disperse. They told how they spent a couple of days off received after the camp, laughed at the new photographer who was embarrassed all the time from the inexhaustible female attention, discussed the new transfer of the opposing team and twittered on a lot of other topics.

— Smirnova! - suddenly came the voice of the head coach, and when the girl turned around, Travnikov gestured for her to come up.

- Listen, Roman Ivanovich.

- Lud, a potential new investor has arrived there, he wants to talk with one of the players. Come down, huh? He is in my office.

The girl willingly agreed and, running goodbye to hug her... continue reading

For 5 years I "worked" as a housekeeper in a wealthy family... He is an official, she kept a private clinic...

Only my wife hired domestic servants, when she accepted a job, she wanted to examine me naked, and then said that before I started, I should be sterilized. They say attractive, two times younger than her, and her husband is greedy for all skirts. So that she would not even have thoughts that I could fly from him.

I went nuts, but she offered a very high salary, and the guy left me with a little daughter in his arms, all in debt ... Such a situation was that she agreed, especially since she didn’t plan to give birth anymore. I had an operation for free in her own clinic, and after 3 weeks I could already start working...

And I won’t hide it, she turned out to be right ... I’ve had it with her husband more than once ... I won’t say that right away, about six months later and not entirely by my will, I just didn’t resist much. I almost didn’t even mind ... he courted beauti... continue reading

The key turned in the lock, opening the door and Pavel entered the familiar apartment. Nobody met him. Anna usually went out to meet him, tried to catch his eye and guess his mood. But today the hallway was empty.

Pavel slowly took off his coat and took off his shoes, thinking about the reasons for such an unusual situation. Went into the room.

Opened the door, entered and froze. Anna sat quietly in the room with her head bowed to her chest. She wore only black lace lingerie and black stockings with a belt.

“Do you always want to meet me like this?”

- Yeees...

- Not scary?

- Not with you.

- And why am I so good?

Because you give me what I want...

— Starting from the table?

“Yeahhhh... Although I immediately felt you the first time, it wasn’t just that I was looking for reasons to meet. And then the bed...

- From me so blows Riding?

- For me, yes ... it seems to me ... you are stronger than me and seasoned ...

- Good.

Pavel stood at the entrance, his hands in... continue reading