A chic invention of mankind is a cell phone. At the present time, you even wonder how you lived without it before. So I, having become the owner of this invention, appreciated its merits. I was delighted with the fact that literally from anywhere in the city I can call friends, acquaintances, business partners. And if suddenly they are busy or unavailable, you send an SMS message, and they call you back. It is now that the phone has ceased to be just a phone, it is now more of a computer with a phone function, and then it was practically “cool”. At one time, I was very addicted to one SMS service - “SMS dating”. I figured out how to use this service not immediately, but then it “started”. An announcement message, an introduction, a bunch of messages, an announcement again, etc. etc. There was a sea of time for this, I had to earn extra money in a private security company, all night long I was doing just that. That's how I met a sweet, passionate plump who really wanted to meet.

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In the spring, I began to meet a very interesting-looking girl near the Ochakovo platform. Clearly Caucasian. I decided that she was Armenian. As it turned out later, I was not mistaken. The girl looks like fire: short, moderately plump, but not fat. I would say curvy. Thick long black hair, plump lips, big black eyes. The leather jacket fitted her large breasts, her legs were plump, but in moderation. Regular short skirt and heeled shoes. I really liked the girl, but did not approach her. Thought it was useless. It is not customary for representatives of southern nations to make acquaintances on the street like this. Yes, and sexual intercourse before marriage is not welcome. But the girl, as luck would have it, caught my eye almost every day.

Once, already in May, I unloaded the goods into the pavilion, took the money, got ready to leave and ran into her face. More precisely, she flew into me with her gorgeous elastic breasts.

- Oh, sorry, - the girl smiled and looked down.

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And there is a hole in the old woman. I've never been lucky with young girls. They didn't have success. Why dont know. In short, at the age of nineteen, I realized that it is much better to have a non-committal relationship with a woman over forty than to experience novels with peers with violent showdowns, jealousy, betrayals, lies. Of course, it was very difficult to get acquainted with adult ladies and divorce them for sex, but it was possible. So he lived until the age of 23. Until I graduated from college and got a job. This is where I got into a story.

By that time I had a car, not the worst, but not the most interesting job either. I made a lot of money at the time. He lived with his parents, but did not want to work for their small business. He helped, of course, as far as possible. No more.

So. Once I drove by this same car to a friend who lives near the Universitet metro station. And, leaving his entrance, I noticed a completely gorgeous chick. That is, the first thing I ... continue reading

They met by chance, they had nothing in common except for one night, their night. This night shook them up, turned their whole past life upside down, made them look at themselves from the outside ... But this night was ...

She looked into his velvety eyes, the delicate aroma of perfume excited her imagination, her gaze gently glided over his shoulders ... Oh! How she desired him, she had never experienced such a keen desire, this was the man of her dreams.

He, seeing her disposition, affectionately and gently took off her clothes, mentally she already gave herself to him, wishing that he would tear off the hated rags from her and possess her zealously and furiously, but she waited, she enjoyed his movements, languished from waiting.

Slowly and carefully, he kissed her on the neck, slightly descending to her shoulder, breathing hot breath over her skin, his hands gently and affectionately glided over her back, making her shudder with pleasure, she pressed closer and tighter to him... continue reading

I think that in the life of every man there have been situations when thoughts and attention, clearly collected and concentrated on one seemingly important subject, shatter into dust at the sight of a beautiful woman who makes you change the course of thoughts and even actions. Suddenly, in an instant, the world turns upside down and spins in a completely different direction. I will talk about what happened to me on my first trip to Paris.

I, frankly, am an ambitious young man, not only dreaming, but also striving to make a career. Work in an economic journal, although it was profitable and even sometimes interesting, did not give me the opportunity to fly my imagination, to use my abilities, but it was well paid and it suited me. The editor-in-chief was pleased with me and I went to the presentation in Paris, and not one of the senior and experienced employees. "You'll love the city and the Parisians will drive you crazy," he told me as he left.

Did I think about the girls, such a... continue reading

You finally arrived in my city, we phoned, met in a cafe, where we sat, drank coffee, chatted, and then I agreed to come to visit you in the hotel room. We both want an unforgettable meeting, satisfaction of our desires and completely drink each other. Even on the way, unable to withstand this torture of waiting, your lips begin to look for mine, your hands want to caress, squeeze my body, your penis has already acquired wooden hardness in trousers. Finally we are in your room. Without delay, you cling to my coral lips, feeling their wonderful softness and liveliness. My perky wet tongue unclenches your lips and adds dizziness to the kiss.

Your hands have long since descended from my shoulders and are wandering over my amazing body, feeling and exploring it through my clothes. With one hand you stroke my back, from time to time playfully sliding down and squeezing my delicious, elastic ass with your palms. The other hand impatiently, confused, unbuttons the buttons of my blouse, then... continue reading

The spotlights were blinding, the music was deafening, everyone was in a dance nirvana. What else do young people in the south need? Good booze, good music and of course good sex. You can not think about anything, forget about everything and indulge in debauchery. A sort of small Sodom - a city of debauchery. After a double shot of tequila, I felt completely good, and the intoxicating smell of freedom acted on me instantly. Suddenly, I felt hot breath in the back of my head and other people's hands at my waist, which descended lower and lower. I slowly turned around and saw a handsome young man who smiled at me with his white-toothed smile. As it turned out later, he was an Austrian.

Hello, my name is George, what's yours?

- I am Irina. How do you rest?

- Yes, everything is super, only tomorrow I'm leaving. Today is the last night. You will find my offer strange, but I heard that Asian girls are good at massages.

- It's a hint?

Well, if you don't want to, I won't be offended.... continue reading