classic Erotic Stories

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

It was a beautiful summer evening. Black clouds covered the sky, it began to rain ... And yet for him the evening was beautiful. He walked down Twenty-first Street, he didn't care. After all, he just got fired. Just two months ago, he was fired from the drug department, where he had worked for five years, and now he has lost the crime department at NY news. The work was good and did not bother much, he even began to like it, but the boss did not like him. He laughed at him, covered him with mud for the slightest offense, but he did not endure. Literally an hour ago, the chief was taken away in an ambulance with a "broken nose", and he, having signed the application, went home. But he was not destined to reach the house ...

From bright Twenty-first, he turned into a familiar dark street, where only one neon sign glowed "Sem's Bar", along the wall of which four girls dressed in underwear were attached. On the other side stood a drunken dirty man. Smoking a stinking cigarette, he looked... 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

She opened her eyes. Through the window I could see the sun gently breaking through the foliage. I was too lazy to get up, but I had to... Friday... tomorrow is a day off, and then a vacation... She stretched, the sheet treacherously slipped off, exposing her beautiful, firm breasts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she yawned, stretched again, and went to the bathroom.

"Oh my god, how good!!!" Jets of water flowed down her naked body, closing her eyes, she gently ran her chest, smiled. She liked to caress her body. But now you need to hurry.

She wrapped herself in a soft terry towel.

"What to wear? It seems that it will be hot today ..." Opening the wardrobe, she looked for a long time and extended her hand to a light sundress. He was the most beloved and very versatile. Wearing a beige lace thong, she pulled on a sundress. He covered his chest, nipples protruded through the fabric, his beautiful back was bare. The outfit was a little provocative, but on the last working day befo... continue reading

Evening silently stepped on the roofs of the houses of Palma de Mallorca, enveloping it with soft, mysterious darkness. With every passing minute, Palma turned from a noisy resort to a quiet port town: shop signs went out, street lights lit up, girls changed from swimsuits into cocktail dresses and wandered to restaurants in the hope of finding their soul mate there. Undoubtedly, this city was the most beautiful in all of Mallorca, especially in the evening, when the darkness was not yet clear, but the twilight was already beginning to thicken. Every European fell in love with Palma at first sight, considering it his duty to visit it more than once. Palma de Mallorca was always cozy and calm, but it was here on June 29, one of the hottest summer days, that FBI agent Alex Mahone was in the worst mood. A quarrel with Felicia, the failure of a special operation that seemed to be going quite successfully, and besides, all this threatened with dismissal from work ... Someone's support was n... continue reading

I can hardly remember her name. Looks like Stacey. Yes, that's probably right. Stacey Muller, either German or English. I met her at a party with one of my friends, Count Sh-va. There were few ladies at the reception hosted by the count, and she stood out from all the rest, like a pure royal diamond, framed by small semi-precious stones. I will try to describe her so that it is clear why I was fascinated by this woman.

Quite tall for her slender figure, fair-skinned, graceful, like a Chinese ivory figurine. Platinum curls are neatly styled, a beautiful thin-lipped mouth lined with bright red lipstick. The skin of the face is fashionably whitened to a painful pallor. Deep shadows under the eyes, black as the Persian night. Add to this the exquisite evening gown of black velvet and the languid grace with which she carried herself, and you will understand why I could not take my eyes off her throughout the evening.

Count Sh-ov noticed my condition and whispered in my ear:

- Good stu... 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

... This meeting took place on a warm spring evening. Nature has not yet fully awakened from its winter sleep, but the mood and feelings that visited people were truly spring and romantic... suddenly I saw him in the crowd. His gaze met mine and it was as if an electric charge had slipped between us... His eyes were so tender and inviting that it was hard to resist such a look; past each other, the distance between us increased, and as the distance increased, our desire increased!

... I went to the pool, but my thoughts hovered somewhere very far away. I was not in the mood to train or discuss the latest news with my friend... I only thought about him... Deciding to relax and distract from my thoughts, I went for a massage, dreaming of falling into the strong and strong hands of a massage therapist, I wanted to surrender to him , yes, even if not so, albeit platonically, but it was simply necessary for me. Standing in the shower and caressing my body with a stream of water, I thought... continue reading

Chris was going to spend the next weekend outside the city. He inherited a small cozy house on the ocean coast from a lonely aunt who died at a very old age a few years ago.

Chris hit the road on Friday afternoon. His brand new "Nissan" with a barely audible rustle rushed along the asphalt, which seemed to have melted from the heat. When someone voted on the side of the road, Chris braked more mechanically than willingly. Through the glass of the right door lowered to half, a burning brunette looked into the salon. Skillfully applied make-up made her face unexpectedly interesting and attractive. Chris gladly took a companion. Light chatter brightened up the monotony of the road. It soon became clear that she was going to visit a friend who lives near Chris.

Chris was pleased from time to time to look at the tanned relief legs of a fellow traveler, nonchalantly chirping in the front seat. When it turned out that the girl's name was Sheila, he sadly remembered that that was the name... continue reading

I don't even know what to call it... Any words do not reflect reality - a crazy desire to give my tenderness to you is not included in the set of words familiar to me. I wanted to answer your question. You once asked him, laughing and looking with huge eyes.

"Did you see me naked?" The question made me laugh. I've seen everything you can. I saw you with your skirt pulled up, legs spread from caress, panties pulled off and discarded. I know you taste when you close your eyes and throw your hands behind your head. I know what words you start screaming (or whispering) from the pleasure of me. I know the shivering of the buttocks and thighs from the touch of my lips. I know your funny embarrassment at the wet sounds of bodies caressing each other. I still manage to see your face, touching your chest and stomach with my mouth. I know the touch of nipples to fingers and palms. I know the touch and the weight of your legs thrown up on my shoulders. I know your smile when you unzip my pants... 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

Episode 1

... You stand completely naked near the open closet and thoughtfully sort out your outfits. Finally, you opt for a super short open evening dress - extremely frank, not so much dressing as undressing you.

- How? - a questioning look in my direction.

- Thing! - I appreciate.

You straighten your dress on the bed and pull out your panties. You look doubtfully at the thinnest fabric of the dress and take others - a purely symbolic lace rag on strings. With deft movements, slightly twisting your hips, you put them on - panties barely cover your pubis. In the summer, you removed your pubic hair, leaving your favorite "fashionable" haircut, and yet the most cheeky hairs peeked out from behind the lacy edges of the panties. I look at you with pleasure: an even tan covers your entire body. Following the example of all the local young (and not only) ladies, you sunbathe topless - bras from swimsuits remained at the bottom of the suitcase. At first, you were a little embarrassed... continue reading

She flew on a plane to rest. Although she flew in a large company, she, as always, was lonely. The flight was a full two hours, but it wasn't that long for her. She loved to be alone, didn't like to talk... and that's why she stuck headphones in her ears and closed her eyes, fencing herself off from her neighbor in the armchair... in the next one, on the other hand, her daughter was already snoring, covered with a blanket... She closed her eyes and immediately pictures of the recent past floated before my eyes...

She saw herself in the office, at her desk ... there are several more tables in the office, because she is not alone in it ... but the girls are not curious, everyone is used to doing their own thing and not getting into other people's monitors ...

It was still only a day, but she was already nervous... because she knew that today he promised to come... the first time she would see him... the first time since they met... she had never met on the Internet before, not she tr... continue reading

On a sunny May morning, his feet stepped on the already hot Voronezh soil, and his gaze touched her, passing over her beautiful body, literally devouring her from head to toe ... God, it flashed through his head how beautiful your creation is sometimes. Seeing the smile on her face, he said hello to her, and his lips reached out to her, hers parted to him in response: definitely, there is no sweeter lips than hers. Her beautiful legs were covered with dark black stockings, and her gaze devoured the hollow between her large breasts, whose forms protruded so sweetly, and, looking at them, it pleasantly caught her breath, imagining her penis between them, lovely, but when will he touch them? ..Thinking so, they reached the taxi, and sitting in the back seat, again indulged in caresses. God, how beautiful her hands are. Here is the house, the sun, the entrance.

Rise, door, lock, kiss and here it is, the house, now they are already together. Hands reaching out to her, he no longer has the... continue reading