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I want to talk about one of my novels with a very interesting and sexy man. His name is Dima, 29 years old, short brown-haired with unusually beautiful green eyes. My name is Lina, a slender 22-year-old girl with long light brown hair. We met at the same company, my friend worked there, I went to her, she introduced me to Dmitry. I will never forget how he looked at me with his languid gaze of narrowed eyes, pleasant manners, courageous physique, strong-willed chin, and even Scorpio according to the zodiac sign - the most temperamental and passionate sign. Since then, I began to visit my friend at that company more often, until I hinted to him that I liked him and left my phone number.

In my youth, I graduated from art school, so I decided to draw his portrait from memory and sent it to him by mail. Dima called, thanked him for the portrait and offered to meet. There was a heavy downpour, we were driving around the city at night, a continuous wall of rain almost drowned out our conve... continue reading

My name is Lyosha. I am 22 years old. I live in Moscow. I first tried erotic massage when I was 19 years old. Since then, I have visited different salons, as well as private masseuses. But one girl stood out to me in particular. One day I was driving home from work on the subway. And suddenly the idea came to my mind to go for an erotic massage; I wanted some release. I entered the corresponding request on the Internet and was given one wonderful salon, not far from the metro. I was right on my way. I went to their website, looked at the prices and I was happy with everything.

I called them and agreed that I would come over soon. Had arrived. The administrator showed me to the room and asked me to wait. Soon she brought me several girls to choose from. The age ranged from approximately 20 to 27 years. Everyone is very nice. For some reason I liked one brunette the most. She was quite tall, with a good figure, and a cute tattoo on her tummy.

And I chose her. Her name was Katya. When... continue reading

In this story I want to share my thoughts about what types of girls I really like, today I wrote only about one type of girl - the “Flower” type, but soon I will write more.

The “Flower” type is, first of all, sexy and slender, cute and thin, girls without bright shapes and appetizing busts, thin and fragile stems, fragrant meadow flowers...

I am very attracted to these types of girls; they, just like other girls, arouse in me attraction and sexual desires towards themselves. But in this case, the main distinguishing feature of my emotions and desires in relation to them is not just sex, but rather a comprehensive, long foreplay before the main action of completing the satisfaction of the flesh and receiving pleasure.

The initial foreplay with long and tender kisses, hugs and gentle caresses lasts exactly until the girl tells me with her body, eyes or her sweet lips that she is ready to give me the keys to entering her world of love and tenderness. After inserting my key, I begin... continue reading

Svetlana Andreevna decided to rent out one of the rooms of her 3-room apartment. After my daughter entered the university in St. Petersburg, the apartment, one might say, was empty. The son asked to live with his father, her ex-husband. After which she herself sometimes spent the night in her parents’ apartment, since it was practically near her work. Why not rent out a room to someone visiting? Svetlana Andreevna worked as an accountant at a factory, the salary was stable, but not “fat”.

The income from the proposed renting out of the room for housing would not be superfluous. I intended to hand over to women, girls, I would not like to see males. However, time passed, and there were no takers. There were calls, but after detailed questioning people refused. The reason was not the price, but the location. Finally, the bell rang. The voice was male, I wanted to immediately refuse, but the young voice on the other side of the phone said that he was satisfied with the price and locatio... continue reading

Exactly at 7:00 She opened his door. This happened every day, but each time it was different. Every day She came in the door, right on the threshold she stripped naked, casually throwing her clothes on the floor of the hallway, and then took out a small tunic from her purse - and then every day it was different: a short silk nightgown, a torn T-shirt with the coat of arms of Real Madrid, a beach poreo, corset, or whatever else her vast fantasy suggested - the main thing is that there would be nothing else under it. Then she went to the bedroom to Him. He slept. No, I didn't sleep. He was waiting for her. But for all the treasures of the world, he would not show that he is awake. Today He lay on His back and covered His head with His left hand. Peaceful and serene sleep. But she worked as his alarm clock. She was paid for this. And also because she made him coffee. And she knew her work perfectly - no matter what, she would wake Him up to the state when He would be able to perform feats... continue reading

Marinka didn't have an awl in her ass. Just like other items. Somehow: springs, Duracel batteries, dynamos and the rest that charges her with irrepressible energy. At my hint about the presence of the above-mentioned objects in her ass, she turned on the bed on her stomach, spread her buttocks with her hands:

- Look! There is nothing!

Looked. Indeed, there is nothing. Why does she have so much energy? I’m already in the trash, I can’t move, but she keeps jumping, everything won’t calm down, she needs something. Ass like ass. Plump, soft, I love to feel her. Wow and hole. Slightly wrinkled, tightly compressed. And there is nothing in it.

- How can you see it? This must be sought.

- Search. You need it, you need it.

- A finger, right?

- And at least with a finger, if the rest does not work.

Uela, it's called. And it, the rest, really does not work. His head hung down, wrinkled, even worse than Marinka's hole, and there is not even a hint of an early resuscitation of the pat... continue reading

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.

“Fo... continue reading

What do we generally consider vulgarity in the modern world? Porn? Sex on the street? I think that the very concept of vulgarity is in our heads (yes, remember Sigmund Freud for me now). After all, sex is nature, it moves our thoughts, lures us into the mystery of the very appearance of a person. That is why I believe that all our tightness in this regard does not make sense (perhaps I am repeating the words of the great Marquis de Sade, but that is not the point).

I just want to plunge into this secret world of debauchery in the person of the young lady Marina, who indulges in carnal pleasures with great pleasure. These are just short notes, thoughts, fragments of time and emotions in this period.

PS Sorry for such frank lines and chaotic beginning. I would like to believe that these little notes, saturated with passion and vulgarity, will reveal your nature ...

Always yours Lina Wernicke (I will often delight you, my dear ones with my stories)

5.30

…Mmm! My head! Yes, it wa... continue reading

- Well, let's drink for acquaintance, Lenochka, or right away for love? Sergei Petrovich looked at the figure of the hostess with a smile. Young, not yet thirty with high breasts, defiantly protruding ass and strong legs. The figurine was crowned with a pretty head with a mop of red hair. Gray eyes looked defiant, plump lips beckoned to him.

"- A tear, thought Sergey, but does she take it in her mouth?"

They met by chance, ended up next to each other at a wedding, both went out for a smoke and it turned out that both were bored - ordinary booze, and nothing more.

- Let's get out of here, shall we?

- Where?

- Yes, at least to me, I'm a free girl ...

Sergei caught a taxi, they drove into a night shop and took a bottle of cognac (he said that they should beat off the taste of wedding moonshine) and a box of chocolates.

Climbing up the stairs to Lena, Sergey, who was walking behind, suddenly pinched her tight ass.

- Oh, don't rush, you're hot!

But Sergei was in a hurry, a... continue reading

Opening the door softly, Cheryl peered into Tim's room. He lay on his bed on his stomach and enthusiastically examined a glossy magazine. Entering the room and closing the door behind her, she silently approached him and peered over his shoulder. On the page, a luxurious mature woman had sex with two men. One was a tall, muscular guy about 25 years old, and the other was still very young, about the age of Tim. A tall guy fucked a woman from behind, and she, standing on all fours, sucked a strong swollen penis of a guy. The boy was apparently close to orgasm, and accelerated the movements of the woman, clutching her hair and driving his cock as deep as possible into her bottomless throat. The pre-orgasmic expression on his face was very well captured by the photographer, and well conveyed all the dynamism and emotional richness of the scene.

- And you think your father will like it when he finds out that you take his magazines? Cheryl asked in a whisper.

Taken by surprise, Tim was c... continue reading

I like the little things, for example, after the club we go up the stairs with a girl. And walking after her, looking at her gorgeous ass and how drunk she is, rises a little hesitantly, you understand that soon there will be just drop dead sex.

She opens the door of the hotel room and gracefully enters the room, how beautiful she is! The room is hot and she begins to carefully undress, and in the meantime I take off my T-shirt and go to the bathroom, although it was, of course, hard to tear myself away from this exciting sight. But there I don’t waste time in vain, no, I don’t take a shower, I wash my penis and wipe it with a sanitary napkin - because I know that the girl is drunk, ready for a lot, and even more so, I know what I myself want. And I want a lot!

I slowly enter the room and see what every real man wants to see - the girl is almost completely undressed, except for her panties. She is just great! From this sight I am insanely excited, my penis is poured with strength a... continue reading

Office. The piercing ear and unconcentrating voice of the supplier broke the silence again. Fingers tapping on computer keyboard...

Something strange is happening to me today. I do not feel anything. I smile, trying to hide the inner emptiness, trying to remember those states in which I felt good, or at least bad ... it doesn’t matter anymore. I want sensations, feelings, passions... and nothing. Horror creeps in. Lord, at least something! What if again? Once, in this state of emptiness and timelessness, I spent several months. Scary. I'm trying to analyze. Maybe I thought too much about how to behave and how not to behave correctly. Maybe for some reason the ghost of gray, lean loneliness stopped pressing on me. Where are you soul, if you exist, you must feel something! Quiet and empty...

I can't work. I remember.

I open the door and look apprehensively into the hallway. There are no neighbors. What a luck! I quickly take off my boots, get into my slippers and hurry to the room... continue reading

Am I close enough?

What could be more exciting than the anticipation of the near joy of owning your girlfriend? Her eyes sparkle, mine too, her rapid breathing betrays her head (and, of course, other parts of her luxurious body). In the rays of the sunset sun, it shimmers and shines - a chocolate-orange light penetrates between the thighs, caressing the already naked pussy, completely naked. She loves it so much and I'm just happy about it. To hell with the weekly shave, lather, sprays, and Gillette Woman - she's removed them permanently, so now she's always more naked than nine hundred and ninety women out of a thousand. She also loves a short haircut - and her soft hair has not grown past her shoulders for a long time. Now they are much shorter, almost like a boy's. She's a damn sexy, open woman who wants a big hard cock all over the place, wants to be fucked with raw tenderness. Thoughts are confused in my head, and now the whole world is her, her lips, breasts and all her sex-dar... continue reading

When a girl has two boyfriends and she can’t stop at one, it’s so crazy when she can’t choose who to go on a date with ... because there are only seven days in a week, which means someone will get fewer evenings ... especially when they don't know about each other and they're both so hot and jealous... Playing innocent and remembering all the time what kind of perfume everyone loves... when they have sex in such different ways... when every night you only have time to pop home and fall asleep... when the excitement does not have time to pass and be in this state all the time... when one proudly leads to a new club... and you already know where you can hide and pull him there... when he he is amazed how I can find such places everywhere ... and after all, last week I hugged another here ... only then I knelt in front of him and sucked for the first time in the evening, and today I am laid out here on the table, protruding his ass pervertedly, and the only similarity is that this is also... continue reading

How I love to change in front of my beloved... showing new outfits how they look on me, how the figure is beautifully emphasized by lace panties and bra... and how do you feel when I undress and change like this, seeing my look at you?

You can calmly watch how such a charming girl undresses in front of you every five minutes and looks so slyly into her eyes, in which there is both brilliance, and interest, and desire at once ... what do you immediately want to do with such a baby when I am almost naked, defenseless and so sexy ... and so I twist my ass, and bend my back, and walk on the carpet of the bedroom as if on a catwalk in front of you ...

Of course, you won’t be able to stand it and you will come up behind me and snuggle like a man without sentimentality tightly and strongly ... to feel me completely all ... so it will be difficult for me to move and even breathe ...

And gently kissing the neck and shoulder, whisper hotly in your ear about how beautiful and sexy I am, bab... continue reading

Slow is better...

The wife was supposed to arrive tomorrow.

I had to spend another evening alone.

I went to the store and bought a bottle of beer. Taking advantage of the fact that it got warmer outside, he began to drink beer right on the street, slowly puffing on a cigarette. Since I had not yet had dinner, I quickly felt that my head was spinning pleasantly, and I thought about what to prepare for the arrival of my wife.

I decided that I would buy a bottle of champagne, give her an essential oil bath, and give her a massage after the bath. I immediately remembered how I saw an erotic massage on TV, and there they used a cream so that the hands would slide more easily.

I went to the pharmacy and bought an oil with the intriguing name EROS and the promise that after this oil the erogenous zones would be more sensitive.

I was in some kind of excited anticipation. Never have I been so long without a wife since I began to live a regular life with her.

For 4 years, I got use... continue reading

With a strong cross, you again sent the ball into the field near the line itself. Yes, the punches were excellent, but they didn't seem to help you smash me set after set. I could hardly concentrate on the ball during the reception, and mediocrely shot my own serves out of bounds. My fingers alternately weakened, then convulsively squeezed the racket, as soon as you just made a jerk to the side or leaned over the ball ... Several times I closed my eyes tightly, shaking my head, as if trying to throw off the sweet shackles of vision that arises behind the net. But the vision did not disappear - after all, there was you, a real tennis goddess, a beauty queen and a master of seduction ...

- 6:2, I won again - you said fervently. Where these two games I won came from, I could not understand. And I didn’t think about tennis at all at that moment. Your beautiful hair, falling down your neck on graceful open shoulders, your elastic breasts, embossed in a snow-white mini-top, your breathtaki... continue reading

The next summer turned out to be surprisingly hot and the people spent all the time near water bodies. What a bliss it is to lie on the warm sand after a swim, when the drops of water roll down and dry under the warm rays of the sun. Unbeknownst to me, I dozed off.

I woke up from the fact that it became cool, the sun was covered by a large thundercloud. It was going to rain soon, but there was still plenty of time for a last swim. I got up and started to enter the water. Cool jets pleasantly refreshed the skin. I think I was the only one who was bathing now. The rest left this beach in a hurry. I was alone. Then why wet already dried swimming trunks? I looked around and pulled them off. The water was even nicer when it came up to my waist. Having sailed a little to the side, I froze, enjoying how the current slowly carries me. Algae slithered and caressed me. It felt like the mermaids were touching me. It was a blissful state that seized me and I seemed to have lost track of time, bu... continue reading

Good morning honey, how did you sleep? You snuggled up all night like that, moaned and even screamed once in the middle of the night ... What did you dream about, dear? I gently run my hand through the velvety hair that has strayed during the night, I press you all tightly and gently to me, feeling your whole body trembling nervously, and heavy drops of sweat appeared on my forehead ... and barely audible in my ear: Zaya, tell me what you dreamed you?

I know that sex... You finished in your sleep... With whom? And to be honest? I'm without complexes, you know... Was he handsome? And how did he seduce you? Did you fight back? And he? He was so strong, handsome, impudent, cruel ... I put my hand on the mound of hair in the lower abdomen and begin to lightly stroke, fingering the curls of the hairs with my fingertips.

He ripped the dress in one fell swoop and you covered your chest with your hands? Then he slapped his cheeks painfully and strongly ... he called dirty names and hit aga... continue reading

So famously began the movement of his wife in the direction of free relationships slowed down slightly. Sasha decided to get married, so he was no longer considered as a partner. The dream of double penetration has remained a dream. My wife went to Sergei once more, got what she wanted, and somehow her excitement subsided from these meetings. Although I allowed at any time, any day, but the ardor somehow faded.

I realized that steps must be taken so that the process of initiating the sex-wife does not stop. It was necessary to bring in a fresh stream, so I had to crawl through the sites, look for a new lover for my wife. I set out to have a member of at least 20 centimeters. Finally, I agreed with Grigory, met in a cafe, explained what and how my wife loves, asked me to bring a certificate, since I assumed communication without a condom (well, my wife doesn’t like it with a condom, but I don’t like it myself). A week later, Grigory brought a certificate and declared that he was ready... continue reading