classic Erotic Stories

Among my clients there was one point in Ochakovo. Once I stop by, and the saleswoman Lyubka, a broken woman of about thirty-five, is playfully disposed. The owner of the outlet, a heavyset man, said as he left:

- Be careful, I'll hold it.

“But I don’t mind,” Liubka answered.

After these words, I looked at her. Although, at that time, I was just in the midst of a relationship with Ksenia and I didn’t attach too much importance to Lyubkin’s statements. Although, she was pretty enough. Slim, short. A brown-haired woman with a pleasant face. I was making eyes and her partner Nina.

- If I were younger, we would have stirred up with you, - she said.

But Nina was painfully unattractive. But Lyubka is like that, nothing. And also builds eyes. The first time I squeezed her a day after Ksyukhin's departure.

“What, people will see,” she stammered.

So she teased me for two weeks. I come, she makes eyes, flirts. Like I'm young, hot. And when it comes down to it, everything is clamped.... continue reading

Ignoring the screaming alarm clock, I continued to sleep on, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was half past noon on the clock. After a quick shower, I drank my favorite green tea and sat down at the computer. I needed to translate the text, but instead of opening a word document, I double-clicked to launch opera. I got in touch, followed the pop-up link to the recipe site, and there I saw a link to the dating page. Out of pure curiosity, I went to read.

HE loved the rain. At least that's what he wrote. Without expecting it myself, I offered to meet. He agreed. Having carefully thought over my image, I brought beauty and called a taxi.

We agreed to meet in a small restaurant called "Fantasy". At the appointed time, five minutes late, I sat comfortably in a wicker chair opposite the amazing man.

He turned out to be a brown-haired man of small stature, of a dense physique. Pleasant facial features: a high forehead, green eyes bordered by black eyelashes, an aristocratic nose... continue reading

Oh Natalie! The young flagellant led me to you. I adored her touching, naive, trusting ass. Many ladies love spanking, but this one was especially voluptuous. She drove me crazy with her helplessness. Her passion was discovered by accident.

The girl became capricious: she wanted to go for a walk and did not let me work. Be smart, I kept saying, not looking up from the computer, go alone. I don’t want to be smart, the little girl was mischievous, I’m tired of being smart! And she pressed any letters on the cybord. Don't mess around, I said patiently, with all the severity I could muster. And what will happen? she asked, continuing to play pranks.

I will punish him, I said, although I could not even imagine that in a minute I would indeed be able to confirm the threat. Tiny was quite sure that this would not happen. You? me? she laughed carelessly. Never punish! And pressing DELETE erased a large piece of text. Nothing terrible happened, the text remained in the buffer, but I was rea... continue reading

- Well, what happened next? Andrey sat comfortably in an armchair next to the coffee table, on which stood a cup of fragrant, freshly brewed coffee, and looked at the bustling younger sister. For the third day, Alla was preparing to receive guests - two young people who were not indifferent to her in one way or another, but, as usual, she did not have time to do anything. The guys could come any minute, and she was still running around the house with a wet head and in some translucent panties.

- And what could be there at all, - Alla lingered for a moment near the mirror, with visible pleasure once again looking at her slender figure, - Of course, Pashka tried to drag me into bed in the end.

- Did it work? Especially what you are talking about.

“He certainly managed to get to bed,” the girl giggled. - Even managed to get with me - I dragged him. He tried to hug me, and fell asleep - in a half-hanging position.

- And you?

- What about me? Do not go home alone at two o'clock in... continue reading

At night we went to the dacha, it was dark, there were headphones in our ears, and music that plunges you into some unknown world in which you feel good and calm.

My young man, who was not indifferent to me, was driving, my friends were sitting behind. It so happened that among all the guys I was one girl. Many would be embarrassed, but I was confident in them and I was not afraid or embarrassed to be alone with them.

The road was not smooth, and because of this, it took longer to get to the destination. But an hour later, another we were in place. Even on the way here, I had different thoughts, but now the thought flashed through my head that something should happen, something unusual for me.

Entering the house, it was clearly noticeable that it was cool in it, but it was not at all important, because a cheerful company with cheerful conversations would not let you remember this nuance. Having learned a little, everyone began to drink, over time, the degree in the blood began to... continue reading

This story happened to me five years ago. My friends and I went on a hike.

There were 10 of us - 6 men and 4 women. I was supposed to sleep in a tent with Vadim, but he fell ill and did not come to the station. I had already decided that I would sleep alone, but on the first evening of our trip we were so cold that I decided to invite one of our women, Larisa, to my tent. She was no longer young, however, like me, but still very attractive and sexy.

She immediately brought her things and began to make the bed. One sleeping bag was put down, and the second one was covered. First they lay down in their clothes, and it was cold. Then I plucked up the courage and put my arms around her waist. It became much warmer, then my cheeks began to burn, and I touched my cheek to her face. She lay silently, and only her deep and frequent breathing said that she liked everything that was happening. It soon became so hot that we had to take off some of our clothes, and we were left in T-shirts and... continue reading

She was standing at the window. The leaves of the maple were golden in the sun, and the sky was so insanely blue that, smiling, she thought ... "If a woman had such eyes, many men would not find a place at night."

The window was open and she felt this amazing autumn aroma ... the smell of leaves, grass, earth and something else special. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time. The last sip of coffee, a look in the mirror, and she was already walking down the street.

It was her season. Right now she caught the warm glances of men. "They want my body - let them." She was in a wonderful mood, it was her autumn, or to be more precise, it was her day. She felt that something was about to happen today. Something that will change her life, roll in a new unfamiliar wave, spin and rush somewhere forward.

The bus was full of people in the morning, as always, but she was glad that she was pressed against the window, thereby depriving her of the opportunity to stand nose to nose with s... continue reading

This story was told to me by a friend. Every summer he goes to rest on the Black Sea. One day he was unlucky with tickets. There was no compartment, no reserved seat. I had to take an expensive soft car. Who does not know, this is the same coupe, only there are only two seats, the lower ones. They are made in the form of soft sofas. The amenities are scanty, and the price is twice as much as the usual place in a compartment. My sidekick loaded into the car, arranged things. Angry like a dog. Zero mood. Suddenly, the door gently opens and a nice friend like that settles down in the next place. She looks about 25 years old. From under a translucent blouse, a very appetizing chest is visible. Legs are slender. Thalia is in place. In a mini skirt. Slightly tanned. Black straight hair right down to the buttocks.

“As soon as I saw her, I lost all my anger at our railway,” says my friend.

Helped her unpack. We got talking. It turned out her name was Ira. It was getting on in the evening.... continue reading

... Everything goes to this, and both understand what they want, but he hesitates, fearing refusal, and she, fearing that she will break loose and lose respect for herself. Although it sounds strange, but upbringing imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against her, and his presence makes her feel wild. Desire lives at the bottom of the abdomen, but the higher it is, the stronger the position of the mind, and this imbecile division is enough across the board. I want to cover my face with my hands, fall on the bed and lose consciousness, ... well, at least he would help - at least something, why is he so slow!?

... Finally, he came up, talking about nothing, "walking" around, but this is already something. The most important thing is to wait until his lips touch hers. Doesn't he see that it SHOULD be done, otherwise the languor will simply kill her desire. He ran his hand along his thigh... okay, but not enough for open provocation... why is he so indecisive? Feelings ar... continue reading

When I first saw HIM in a cafe where I used to have lunch, he became a kind of teacher for me. Never in my life have I seen that they looked at me like that ... And in our first meeting, I realized that I never wanted anyone like that. I went to bed, closed my eyes and saw how he caresses me, I felt how he touched me, and my jaw cramped ... And I slowly stroked my chest, carefully lowered myself lower and lower. When in the end I drove myself into a frenzy, the alarm clock rang and I went to a cafe for breakfast.

Those two days before we met had been an eternity for me, and I couldn't wait until I was finally in bed with him.

... His apartment seemed like a paradise to me, and how the bed beckoned with cool silk!!! I knew that I would undress now and if I had wet panties on, I probably would have gone crazy, but I threw them away in the toilet of the cafe. And now he leaned over to kiss my neck, as I imagined how he would enter me with force and involuntarily screamed ... I can’t r... continue reading

- Wow, how big! Her eyes sparkled like those of a hungry kitten.

- Is it really that big? I watched with curiosity the movement of her hands. The touch of graceful fingers was gentle and pleasant. The bliss spread from the lower abdomen all over the body and was about to hit the head with a heady jet.

- Well, maybe there are more, but only you have such a beautiful one! She knew how to flatter, that's for sure. Apparently inherited from her mother along with cat manners.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I picked up this wet bitch a couple of hours ago at a disco in a nearby technical school.

- Kolyan, you're all fucking hanging out! Just like snot in the wind! Come on, damn it, better move with us to the techie - there will be a cool dance today, damn it. Pizdatoe, damn it, beer and high heifers. - Valera-Bumper, as always, was persistent. It’s hard to convince him even when he’s sober, but when he drinks, it becomes simply impossible to argue with him. Tied with a wo... continue reading

After graduating from school, I could not enter the institute for the full-time department, there were not enough points, and I had to retake one exam and apply for the evening department. After enrollment, I, like other comrades in misfortune, had to look for work. It seemed to me that in our time to find a job is easy. But how to find it, if for ten years, apart from a writing pen, he held nothing in his hands. And the fact that something to do with your own hands, there is nothing to say at all. Having pushed around the enterprises of my native city and not finding anything suitable, I turned to my parents for help. Having mocked my self-confidence, after reading a sea of lectures, I was nonetheless hired to work in one of the factory's laboratories, where I have to work for a whole year as a junior laboratory assistant, or rather, a second-class electrician.

It was the end of August. On the very first day of my working life, my boss called me.

“So that’s it,” he began, looking... continue reading

Gentle music plays outside the door, and we enjoy each other by the light of an outlandish lantern. A full bath relaxes our bodies and thoughts flow like a drop of honey down the cheek. We drink red wine and alternately watch the ruby reflections and sparks in our eyes.

The wine begins to take effect and I notice an exciting blush on your cheeks. I gently take your leg and slowly rub your foot. I like to watch the expression in your eyes: they gradually grow cloudy and lose focus. Your fingers are already in my mouth, and the hot tongue finds the most sensitive areas that you didn't even know existed...

Water gently hugs us and I want to share with you the joy of solitude. Hands lie on your knees and slide smoothly down. Feel the bubbles separate from your velvet skin and rise up. Hands under water caress your body and we begin to become a single pulsating organism with you. Fingers become naughty, and thoughts are locked on the thirst for satisfaction ... With my left hand, I care... continue reading

Gently sitting in a chair, you felt long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands gently gliding over your arms, the edge of your clothes and, as if in continuation (it was so natural), along the juicy girlish legs. My touch was soft and desirable. You suddenly felt such a wonderful bliss, such a blissful calmness, a surge of violent fantasy and primal desire. The body trembled in anticipation of the fabulous bliss. Fatigue disappeared, as if there had never been a hard, stressful day behind. Your lips parted, revealing a small mouth and a scarlet tongue fluttering in anticipation. Slowly, I touched my lips to yours and my palm became bolder to touch your legs, and then, quite by accident, it turned out to be under your short skirt. There everything breathed heat, but it was so cozy that I could not take my hand out of there until the next day. I pushed my hand even deeper.

I immediate... continue reading

I am a painter. Women's nature - worries. But the man in me has always been stronger than the artist. Now I draw on this very nature. If you only knew how beautiful it is: under your hands, the female body blossoms and reveals its true beauty. I am sure that only an artist can elevate the beauty of a naked woman to the rank of art. It's available to me. I want you to know that this is also possible.

And it is not at all necessary to imagine me as a weird type bathing screaming girls in paint. Not at all. Firstly, because I work only with Women. And secondly: I'm an ordinary guy, I work as a designer in an advertising agency, I get good fees for advertising broths, tights and rolled steel.

Ask: who agrees to "lie under the brush"? The first among the candidates is a girl from a party. Fashionable, cool. Tattoo? Yes, here she is, uncle, a rose on her ass. An umbilical ring? Please. Ecstasy? It used to. Fashionable pubic haircut? But what about without her? How old are you? 18th. Such... continue reading

Hi.

Once something happened to me, which I will tell you now ...

The best friends of my parents somehow dragged them to the country, out of town. I overslept until noon as usual and missed everything. I got up at about three in the afternoon, because I was only wearing pajama shorts, I was topless ... Well, here I am, calmly drinking kefir, as I hear that someone is entering the kitchen, I turned and saw in front of me is Anton, he is the son of friends of my ancestors ... He is short, brunette with black-black eyes and an athletic build. When I saw him, I was just confused. I didn’t come up with anything smarter than hiding behind a bag of yogurt. So they stood like two fools and looked at each other. He was the first to ask:

"And get up a little early, isn't it?"

To which I heard the answer:

"What the hell are you doing here anyway?"

"Actually, our parents left for a long time, and they left me to you. So that I control you, so now you are at my complete disposal ..."

F... continue reading

It was already too late to go to the store where Lana worked, and Airplanes went straight to the hotel where she lived. Turning off Route 17, which is also the main street of the town, onto South 8, he saw the name "Grand Inn". On a side street behind the hotel, he found a parking spot, parked, and got out of the car in an unusual state of excitement, mixed with a slight drowsiness that did not interfere, but on the contrary, made everything that happened around him look like a dream.

The warmth of the night mingled with the tart scent of the ocean breeze. From the amusement park located across the road came the screams and laughter of visitors who had not yet calmed down. From a neighboring street running along the ocean, flooded with bright yellow lights, the musical rhythms that were popular this summer could be heard coming out of the windows of passing cars in basses. Everything around was relaxed, fun and carefree.

The hotel was a two-story building in the shape of the letter... continue reading

Holiday mood excited my imagination for several weeks before the start of the holiday. My searches on travel sites continued until late at night. A huge selection of different tours, their advantages and disadvantages was the subject of long discussions with friends and colleagues.

I got to the site of this Carpathian recreation center, in general, by accident. Probably the reason for this, as always, is my curiosity. Their discreet advertisement on the website of one of the travel agencies promised an unforgettable vacation for body and soul and contained several very candid photos taken, as they said, by visitors to their base. The pictures were no worse than many I have seen on erotic sites. Of course, I went to the site of this Carpathian base thinking that this is another free advertisement for call girls with their interesting candid shots. However, I was pleasantly surprised, it was really a Hungarian recreation center near the border, which served mainly tourists from the CIS... continue reading

It was a surprisingly hot day outside, or rather morning. I was returning from work early in the morning, although at that time even a miserable shadow from gray and dusty houses did not save me. The only salvation was a cold shower, although it was still necessary to reach it. And finally, it happened, I was able to reach the house in such heat, and immediately, without hesitation, I jumped into a cold, invigorating shower. Although I worked all night and was terribly tired, but after a shower, sleep immediately receded, and I immediately feel a surge of strength. But all the same, I know that if I don’t sleep now I’ll be kemar at work at night, and with great reluctance I go to the bedroom, but I decided not to wear clothes, and it’s so hot. But after the picture that I was able to see in the bedroom, I don’t feel like sleeping at all.

She lies on the bed, only a thin strip of fabric covers her charms. For about a couple of minutes I look and admire the picture that has opened up t... continue reading

- All clear, - muttered Aster. - Only one letter and that must be it.

During the last three years of his work for the government, a special courier or telephone was always used for communication. But when the letter arrived by regular mail, he realized that the three-year project ended in nothing.

"Dear Mr. Henderson!

With great regret, I have to inform you that your proposals for the refinement and improvement of the device were discussed by us and rejected. Due to budget cuts, our department does not have sufficient funds to support all projects. I will personally keep all the information about this case and if the situation changes, we can continue to work on creating a device that is certainly useful to society. I want to express my personal gratitude to you for the efforts made in this direction. An official notice will be sent to you shortly along with your fee.

Sincerely yours, General G.F."

He turned off the terminal. Doodles. Idiots. They not only failed the demonstr... continue reading