One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam... continue reading

I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something... continue reading

I sat in a chair in the corner of our living room, watching the candlelight cast shadows on the walls. The light was subdued, almost intimate, but there was something heavy in the air. My wife, Lera, stood at the bar, idly stirring a cocktail in a tall glass. She was 32, but she looked flawless: long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, a tight black dress that emphasized every curve of her body - a thin waist, rounded hips, breasts that seemed about to burst from the cleavage. She knew how to present herself. She knew I was watching. And she knew how it affected me. I, Artem, 35, am an ordinary middle manager, with a receding hairline and a habit of slouching when I'm nervous. It's not that I'm ugly, but next to Lera I always felt... smaller. She was like fire, and I was like a smoldering ember about to go out. We'd been married for seven years, and somewhere along the way our marriage had turned into a strange dance of love, habit, and... this. This. This. Lera gl... continue reading

I always thought that being a secretary for a boss like Mr. Harris would be a chore—coffee, reports, calls. But damn, he was a real character: tall, with those broad shoulders that stretched his shirt, and eyes that sometimes slid over me like I was something tasty rather than just an employee. I was 28, he was in his late 30s, divorced, and there was talk around the office that he was no saint. And me? I was just trying to keep it together, but inside I sometimes fantasized about him pinning me to the desk. Silly, right? But that business trip changed everything. We flew to Chicago for a conference – he was speaking, I was assisting. The hotel was fancy, one room for two, but with separate rooms, like a suite. "We're saving the company's budget," he said with a grin when we checked in. It was a free evening, the conference started the next day. "Anna, let's go have dinner? We can't just sit in the room," he suggested, and I nodded, feeling something... continue reading

One of the most enjoyable moments is always the brief moment before the first kiss. That moment when everything can go wrong. An inept guy, bad breath, rough lips. But if everything goes perfectly, the first kiss is unlikely to be forgotten. That time everything was exactly like that, but the first night was something out of the ordinary, namely turning into a slave, but it is better to start from the very beginning. My name is Vika. I am a simple girl from the suburbs and fortunately I managed to enter a capital university. My appearance is quite decent, not without flaws. But they can be attributed to the lack of physical exercise. There is nothing extremely unsuccessful. An ordinary, tall student 175 cm, with small breasts of the 2nd size, a slightly convex bottom and a slender, but not trained body. Not a blonde and not a brunette. This is something in between the two extremes. So now I am in my third year and recently I was lucky to meet a graduate of this university, whose nam... continue reading

I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

You know, there are all sorts of confessions about sex, but sometimes it seems that everyone draws their inspiration from already filmed stories, famous studios. I myself thought so for a long time. But as it turned out one fine day, everything is much simpler. It is directors and cameramen who take situations that have already happened and try to adapt them for the viewer. My name is Lena, and this story happened to me quite a long time ago, or more precisely in the mid-00s. At that time, I was about 24 years old. Let's not dwell on the numbers, because this is a secondary matter. But perhaps it would be logical to describe my appearance a little. A tall girl with light-brown hair, but not a very outstanding figure. My chest barely reaches the 2nd size and my hips are far from wide. In one word, I can be described as "skinny". At that time I was living with a guy and we had problems with work. Constant delays in salary along with its reduction. No matter how hard my roo... continue reading

Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you by a false name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-cheating with a loving but very jealous husband. My name is Svetlana, I am 32 years old and for this age I have a simply magnificent body, especially my butt and firm second-size breasts, which have been crazy about since university. To be honest, I married Sergey (my husband) for convenience, because before I got a high-paying job in the HR company, I really needed money and a loved one. We never had anything special with Sergey, and even our sex was quite banal due to his widespread religiosity - he did not want me in the ass, and I just pine for the anus. Because in addition to sexual hypocrisy, my husband is also not averse to getting physical in a fit of jealous anger, because in his understanding I flirt with each of his friends and the last time I kicked him out of the house, for a while. Of course, we co... continue reading

Like all anonymous storytellers, I will introduce myself to you by a false name, because my safety depends on it, which you will understand after reading my own story of sex-cheating with a loving but very jealous husband. My name is Svetlana, I am 32 years old and for this age I have a simply magnificent body, especially my butt and firm second-size breasts, which have been crazy about since university. To be honest, I married Sergey (my husband) for convenience, because before I got a high-paying job in the HR company, I really needed money and a loved one. We never had anything special with Sergey, and even our sex was quite banal due to his widespread religiosity - he did not want me in the ass, and I just pine for the anus. Because in addition to sexual hypocrisy, my husband is also not averse to getting physical in a fit of jealous anger, because in his understanding I flirt with each of his friends and the last time I kicked him out of the house, for a while. Of course, we co... continue reading

I got a relatively exotic name Elina. A seemingly respectable wife, 35 years old. A couple of years ago, I got tired of the measured life of my loving husband Vitya and took my appearance seriously. Diligent training, jogging for tens of kilometers did their job. Now I am a real milf. A nice slim figure, big breasts and a lush ass. Basically, there is everything to please the eye of the spouse and have sex regularly. But no matter how hard I tried, no makeup, no sexy lingerie - my intimate life did not return to its previous course. About 7 years ago, we fucked like rabbits, and now once a month, this is already happiness. At this time, I realized that monogamy is a primeval evil! In my opinion, it is she who killed all the pleasure that can only be obtained from sex. It didn't take long before I turned into a real bitch. The office staff hated me, my husband was constantly offended and didn't talk. People call it "undersexing." And everything would have continued li... continue reading

I work as a loader at one of the factories. The work is not dusty, every day I just move boxes on a special machine, stack them in rows and sort them. I return home late in the evening, I am constantly in the fresh air, and they pay me so much that I alone have enough to live on. I do not complain, I just want water and bread, and let others try, eat and dress everything else. So one evening, in winter, in 30-degree frost, I was walking home all bundled up to my ears, trudging through high snowdrifts, pressing on my head so that my ears fell off, I forgot my ushanka hat at home, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a girl of about 26 years old jumped out. It was obvious that she was very cold, her tattered autumn sheepskin coat was covered with frost, her hands were blue. I took off my down jacket and led the girl home. Not even out of compassion, but because I hadn't had a woman for over a year. It made itself felt. When I looked at her legs, to which her jeans were stuck from the col... continue reading

This story happened to me many years ago. It was the year two thousand.

My mother and I worked in the same organization. She had one friend there. At that time, she was closer to fifty, but despite the numbers, she was very slender, about seventy-five meters tall, weighing, I think, up to fifty-five kg, and had size four breasts. In short, as they say, she was in good condition and this person’s name was Irina. At that time, her husband, with whom she had lived for quite a long time, abandoned her and she was in a trance. But time took its toll and she slowly came to her senses. Sometimes my mother and I started talking about Irina, naturally not on my initiative, and I learned small but interesting details about her life. She was born in another city, got married in order to move to Moscow and get a residence permit. And as it turned out, Madame was always rather weak in the front. And she had a daughter, Olga, a couple of years younger than me. I didn’t know her, but only saw he... continue reading

“Come into the office,” the doctor said.

She was wearing a fairly short white robe. She was a woman of about 35, quite pretty and slender.

- Today I have an intern instead of a nurse, so I will explain everything to her what we will do and she will help me with the examination. So you need a certificate from the dispensary, right?

“Yes,” I answered.

- Any complaints? – she asked, crossing her legs.

- No, I think.

- Okay, we'll check everything.

At that moment, a girl intern came in.

“Take off your T-shirt, let’s start the examination,” the doctor said.

I took off my T-shirt and approached the doctor. The intern girl also came up and sat down next to the doctor. The doctor started listening to my lungs.

“Breathing is smooth, clean, write,” the doctor told the intern, “so turn your back.”

She listened to something from behind.

- Okay, take off your pants.

To be honest, I was not ready to undress like that. I thought the medical examination would be standard a... continue reading

A small camp site on the shore of the Azov Sea. One-story houses with an attic and a glassed-in veranda. There are six of us: my wife Valya and I, Valya’s friend Nadya and her husband Yura, and Yurkin’s friend and his wife, I don’t remember their names, they’re just extras here.

Evening, the barbecue is burning, barbecue is being fried, we are drinking wine. Everyone had already drunk well. Everyone went for a walk to the sea, I stayed by the barbecue. I finished cooking the kebabs, put them on a large plate and went to the house for something. It was about 11 pm, already dark.

Entering the veranda, through the glass I saw some movement near the neighboring house. Has stopped. In the shadow of the house, hiding from the light of the lantern, my Valya kissed Yurka.

Maybe I'm some kind of pervert, but I always wanted to see how someone fights my Valyushka. I watched from behind the glass as Yurka greedily kissed my wife, his hands rummaged all over her body, got into her shorts,... continue reading

I pretended to be drunk and lay down on the second shelf. My wife continued to sit at the table and drink cognac with her fellow travelers.

It must be said that they were strong guys and they drank quite a bit, but one got the impression that alcohol had no effect on them. Nevertheless, they allowed themselves to tell dirty jokes and make jokes. And my wife was already pretty drunk and laughed at every joke. Everyone agreed. We agreed to play for money. And my wife, not understanding what she was doing, agreed. They let her win a couple of times, and then, raising the stakes, the guys showed everything they were capable of - my missus lost 2.5 thousand dollars. I was shocked, we had this amount, but if my wife gave it away, then our vacation in Crimea, where we were going, would be covered. Apparently the amount of alcohol I drank allowed me to lie quietly and watch what was happening.

“We are all money on the table,” said Arthur (the second’s name was Givi - they were both Azer... continue reading

Lena

My name is Lena. I live near the sea in a small town in the Krasnodar region. I am 36 years old and I am an absolutely lustful single woman with a very beautiful, athletic figure. I used to do rhythmic gymnastics. My chest is small, but my legs are long and my butt is moderately toned thanks to the gym, where I go regularly. I love anal sex and even more love teasing men on the beach in my micro bikini, which was specially bought a size smaller and practically does not cover my back hole. I must say that this is so revealing that when other women are around, I always cover myself with a pareo or throw on a light silk skirt. But when I see that there are no other women in the area, I give myself free rein and sometimes deliberately take such revealing poses that the men nearby stop breathing. Our town is small, so I have rare partners, mostly visitors, and I have to use a dildo, which I use to stimulate my ass. And I must say that it is perfectly designed for me. I can easily... continue reading

Sorry dad for being such a son.

My name is Roman, I'm 23 years old. You want to call me a major sitting on my father’s neck, but my BMW, our modest house on the island of Mauritius and in Moscow, and now my father’s new wife do not oppress me at all and do not require changes.

This spring, my dad, nearly fifty years old, took a luxurious woman as his wife. And even with a dowry in the form of his virgin (no longer there) sister.

My stepmother's name is Anna. Hot brunette 25 years old. Oh these luxurious breasts! Oh this ass! Oh those legs! Any man would want to fuck such a bitch... (But not just anyone will, of course) so, having conceded to my father his legal wedding night with my new “mom,” I, reclining in a rattan chair by the pool, waited for her daily morning fashion show in a swimsuit.

"Salute, Roma, how are you?" - She asked me a little surprised, walking towards the sun lounger. “It’s bad, Mommy” - we will dare slowly but surely. "I'm not your mommy!" - She came up... continue reading

Vadim put the coffee cup on the table and looked at the watch on his hand. There were still thirty or forty minutes left before the trip to the airport, and he was going to spend this time with his phone, searching for an interesting or at least decent brothel in Madrid, very preferably with a BDSM bias.

However, the phone rang even before Vadim lazily reached out to it with his hand. The face of Alexei, Vadina’s oldest, most bosom friend, was displayed on the screen. He was waiting for this call.

- What people remembered us! “Hello, Alex,” Vadim said into the phone, involuntarily smiling.

- And we haven’t forgotten about you, dear friend! - He responded willingly and laughed into the phone. - Well, brother, happy birthday to you!

“Thank you, thank you, Lesh,” he answered his friend.

- Even though I’m far away, I can’t personally pull your ears, you know... But! I took care of the gift. Believe me, Vadyukh, you will now die of joy and surprise!

“Yes, I would like to live... continue reading

When a person has money, he can do a lot. When a person has a lot of money, he can do almost anything.

It was in the second category that my new customer belonged: he was a man with a huge amount of money who decided to fulfill the dream of his youth and organize a musical group that would arrange and perform the songs that he composed. He was from my hometown. I don’t know what exactly he did for a living. Yes, I'm not interested.

At that time, I had already been living in Germany for a year, working as a sound engineer at concerts and in the recording studio of a local production center.

Gennadich has been writing songs since the 70s: his student youth. And this time it was planned to perform on one of the Greek islands, where Gennadich’s friend had his own hotel complex.

On Friday morning, the concert director of the Gennadich group called me and offered to work with them for a concert in a month. I flew to Russia for a couple of rehearsals. After spending a week in my ho... continue reading

Just a day. Two people just met in a city without people. In a city that lived only for this. For this meeting of two people, with different characters and complex relationships. That is why the city, for a time, got rid of its people. So that there is no explosion. To make the environment as comfortable as possible for the two of them.

Why are the two looking for this meeting? Each of them has their own motives. In some ways they are similar, in others they are radically different. Different perceptions, but the goal is to give your warmth, affection, tenderness. And it all started out ordinary and banal. Lots of kisses, because these are your favorite lips. Strong hugs, because this is a dear soul.

Only at some point something turned off inside. And the city moved away and did not interfere. He just disappeared. Everything disappeared, sounds, smells, desires. Leaving the essence. Passionate, animalistic, instinctive essence. The barriers were erased, revealing bodies and soul... continue reading