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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

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Someday I will definitely take revenge on you for everything you do to me...

Do you want to know how it will be?! What am I going to tell you...

First, we will take a hot bath with you... Imagine how pleasant it is... Water penetrating everywhere and dousing you with warmth and moisture, foam, steam rising above the water... And my hands... Everywhere... Caressing you everywhere. .. Stroking your body, breasts, your beautiful thighs, penetrating into the most intimate places of your excited body... Your eyes, into which all feelings, will be replaced by one, the only one... Desire... The very thing that embraces you, when I'm around... I'll get up and you'll caress me with your mouth on your knees, not because I'm asking, but to at least partially quench your thirst, at least get a little full... But I won't let you finish what you started.. . A little bit later...

But not now... It's still early...

We will leave the bathroom, I will lightly wipe your body and lay it on the bed... continue reading

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Why do we come here? We all have different reasons why we are here on the Internet: someone just like that ... plays out of boredom, someone tries to forget, to get away from the real. But the result is the same: here we meet, communicate, fall in love, become attached to each other, part, experience pain and disappointment. We live here.

I was like that too, until one day I met you.

We chatted, laughed, you gave me so much tenderness and affection ... and gradually I began to realize that I was looking for communication only with you ... I know that we are little acquainted ... but still ...

Every evening I run here, to the monitor... I know... it's stupid!

But when you come here, I want to cuddle up to you, feel the warmth, hear the beating of your heart and, touching your lips to your chest, whisper "I missed you ... I was waiting for ..." ... and sliding your hands over your shoulders up ... over your neck, raise your eyes and clinging to your lips to give an unforgettable ... continue reading

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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

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She took a shower while standing in the bathroom. He sat in the tub, looking up at her as jets of water grazed her soft skin. They drew their pattern on all the curves and hollows of her beautiful body. He was very excited, he wanted to glide over her along with the water, to feel the taste of her skin with his tongue and lips, her smoothness. He reached out and stroked her leg, up and down.

When her fingers reached the soft, excited lips, she spread her legs a little, allowing his fingers to reach her bosom. Fingers easily slid over the lips, making their way deeper and deeper. They felt the swollen depth, the moisture of excitement. She began to moan, her legs weakened, and she sank down onto the plank that lay across the tub. She spread her legs wide and placed them on the edges of the tub. The fingers continued to caress. First one, two, three. The tongue touched the tubercle at the top of the lips.

"Stop, I want to pee," she pleaded.

"I want you to do it now," he replied.

... continue reading

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We continue our evening in bed, when we lie side by side, our breathing evens out, we calm down. I need to drink a glass of good wine, I sit on the edge of the bed and put on black stockings, but when I sit I put them on only on my feet, and then I get up, turn my back on you and slightly spread my legs and bending down, I begin to slowly pull and align these stockings on their legs, throwing playful glances at me. And your eyes see a beautiful picture of how the skin of the legs is hidden under the translucent dark fabric of the stockings, you see the smoothly shaved petals of my rose, the first ones are a little dark, the others are pale pink and gleaming from all these juices of love, the darkish star of the anus, to which wrinkles and yours run like rays. my friend, despite being tired, for a slight whining in the testicles, it begins to harden and bleed, I see all this and bring my ass closer to your face for a kiss, but you still kiss, but after the kiss, slap me on the ass and r... continue reading

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Recently, on my way back to Atlanta after a few years away, I decided to call an old friend of mine. I figured she was living with some guy, and a light drink would be a harmless enough friendly gesture. It turned out that she was very glad to hear from me, and insisted that I invite her to dinner tonight. I forgot that Cheri always turned me on, and I realized that I was looking forward to tonight. There was me, there was she, and there was evening.

The dinner was amazing and the conversation flowed easily like wine. As before, we sipped liquor and looked at each other thoughtfully. Her foot found mine under the table, and she began to rub my calf with her instep. It seemed like we never parted.

Now her fingers were stroking the tubercle of my very aroused cock. "Max, why don't we go to my place, and you take it and fuck me like you used to?"

I was only too glad to pay the bill and leave. In the car, she ran her fingers through my hair and her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were... continue reading

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Virgo was her zodiac sign. Who knows, maybe that's why I immediately noticed her when she showed up at my work. In general, I was lucky with the "virgins" in my life.

The story with this one began with the fact that she sat down on the edge of my table, I got up, we met, talked. She was incredibly sexy.

At some point, she raised her hand to straighten her hair, and I must say that her hair was magnificent - a heavy golden mane.

So, she raises her hand and through the wide sleeve of her summer shirt, which turns out to be right in front of my eyes, I suddenly see an unrestricted, small, with a neat, slightly protruding papilla, breasts.

I read somewhere that the ideal woman's breasts should fit under the man's palm. I swear I saw my ideal!

She lowered her hand, but even today, closing my eyes, I see this picture as if in reality. We became friends and rejoiced when we could be together.

Her sex appeal did not leave any man indifferent, her sliding gait, hair, hip bend and so... continue reading

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There are no thoughts in my head... Why think about something when you are near... When you are about to become mine, and I am yours... I don't want to think about anything... Desire... Passion rolling in waves on me and pouring heat, preventing me from thinking and forcing me to restrain myself so as not to rush at you ... In the twilight of the room I see your eyes, it’s hard for me to guess what you think, what’s in your eyes ... Fear, desire, embarrassment. .. I don’t know... I give you a glass of wine and with a gesture I suggest you sit on the sofa... And I myself with exactly the same glass, I stand in front of you... We silently and slowly drink wine, studying each other... You you get up and come up to me, unbutton your shirt, your hand touches my chest, gently, lightly, uncertainly ...

I hug your waist and our lips merge into a kiss, light at first, then more and more passionate, incessant ... Your lips, I'm crazy about them ... Suddenly I push you away, and start taking of... continue reading

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I went crazy from the absence of a wife and intimate life. She was in my custody. And so, from all this, I began to look on the Internet for a way to correct my situation, and I came across a married couple from my city. We started talking, agreed to meet in a cafe to get to know each other. But unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the meeting did not take place. They had their own affairs, I had my own (work, wife, etc.) But then the census began at work, and it turned out that everyone was free tonight. We agreed on a meeting place and special signs of each other.

To be honest, I was a little shaken by this adventure. What awaits me there, what should I expect from this meeting, of course there was a whole bunch of thoughts. But still I decided and at the appointed time was on the spot.

I quickly found a white jeep according to the description, and hovered of course. Walk past or take a chance, and yet almost 3 months of abstinence did their job and I did not run home without l... continue reading

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The session is not conducive to a good mood. Never. Regardless of how you study. And everything is unnerving: the calls of the parents, the remarks of the sister, the attention of young people on the street. In short, ready to bark at everyone you meet. Especially when it's plus twenty-five outside the window, and instead of lying somewhere on the shore, sipping Coca-Cola, you wallow in a stuffy room and plow the boundless ocean of historical research.

Having dug into textbooks and losing the last remnants of common sense over the adventures of the ancient and not very Russians, I almost threw a suddenly screaming smartphone out the window.

- Oh, to break you! I said in my heart. - Well, who else is itching?

"People are divided into two categories," the unknown caller said thoughtfully. - "Some pass the session. Others have a habit of arriving at the wrong time, but they have cognac, which dilates blood vessels and improves mental activity. I have cognac. Well, so I will come in?... continue reading

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My new secretary is just lovely - a charming creature: just a girl (she was 19 years old), she looked just great: wavy golden hair falling to her shoulders, big blue eyes, a little upturned cute nose, a charming mouth line, a thin graceful neck, high chest, which was noticeable despite the strict suit, thin waist, small ass and long beautiful legs. She was dressed, as I have already said, strictly: a gray skirt just above the knees, a jacket, under it a snow-white blouse, thin stockings, low-heeled shoes. And this naive cute look, which does not spoil her at all, but rather emphasizes her incredible sexuality, showing through in her every movement: gait, gestures, in the way she writes, works at a computer. At the same time, her sexuality is so natural and genuine, as if it was given to her from birth, which most likely is the case. This is how she appeared before me today, and the name of this incredible girl is Anya.

She did her job flawlessly all day. I saw her many times when she... continue reading

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Spring painted nature with colors, covering the trees that were bare after winter in a bright green color, and spread a green blanket on the ground. It was May, and spring work was in full swing everywhere. I, too, dug in the garden all the time and planted new seeds in order to get a good harvest in the fall and live carefree all winter. I had to work a lot, and when I got tired, I allowed myself to take my favorite walks through the spring forest naked and breathe with my whole body and every part of it. Les dressed and I undressed after a cold winter.

- How unusual and strange everything is, I thought, walking through the forest and listening to the birds.

- The forest undresses for the winter, and the person dresses and vice versa in the summer.

I smiled and walked down the forest road, walking down the sandy path in only my running shoes. I always left my clothes at home and did not worry that they could be found and stolen or that they could watch me near it, and therefore ... continue reading

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Currant liqueur. Sweet like my dreams. Here comes the night. And the words are spinning on the tongue:

You have a son, I only have a daughter.

You have a day, I only have smoke...

Somewhere out there, on the other side of the city, you sleep. Spring inflamed our blood and brought new juices to the sleeping townspeople. And if you want, I will tell you about tomorrow, about the long week-end that we will spend together.

Just fantasizing on paper?

I return to our meetings again and again. How quickly the desire flared up. I am looking forward to tomorrow and dreaming of how our new meeting will take place.

How hot you are... I turn you on your back and start slowly kissing your lips... then your neck... your breasts are so delicious... I feel like a baby... and here is the tummy, so wonderfully soft... I love him... You can, I'll spread your legs, well, don't be shy... Don't cover it with your hands, I like it, I penetrate you with my tongue... then quickly, quickly start to t... continue reading

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It was a warm evening. Walking down the street, they came to her apartment. There was something special about that day, and they both knew that something was going to happen today. He knew that his beautiful, sunny girlfriend was still innocent, but he still felt that something would happen between them today. A bit tired of the hustle and bustle of the city, from stuffy trams, they decided to take a break. She said she wanted to take a shower and relax. Entering the bathroom, she slowly undressed, turned on the water and found herself under jets of warm water. There was a soft knock on the bathroom door... and it is not clear why, but she opened the door with a calm heart. There he stood. Of all the clothes on it were only swimming trunks. She appeared before him in all the beauty of her nakedness. She had a beautiful body. Slender legs, plump elastic ass, small size, but very beautiful breasts.

He was simply stunned by her. And stood in the bathroom door as if rooted to the spot. S... continue reading

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Early morning. As usual, there are no plans for the day. No, I completely forgot. You were going to visit me today J. We haven't seen each other for so long and I forgot about your coming? Doesn't look like me. Well, what do you need to prepare. Workout, shower, fifteen minutes in front of the mirror in the struggle with their appearance. All! Handsome man.

Already five. You're a little late - no big deal. Call. I open the door. You are more beautiful than ever, or rather, you are always beautiful, but today in a special way.

- Hello!

- Hi, you look great.

You go into the house. I run to the kitchen and already bring coffee. We sit in a chair and just talk. My cat is already rubbing against you in the hope of getting something tasty. And here is the result - spilled tea and a soiled blouse. You look at your clothes in horror.

- Here you go! All efforts are in vain. - You talk and make a sour face.

In order to somehow smooth over the situation, I suggest that you immediately... continue reading

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The black-haired girl beckoned with her gaze, forcing the man to get excited. Her bottomless brown eyes beckoned and excited. The man stood in the room, looking at the thin black-haired girl. She was wearing a light-colored bathrobe, in a black pattern, which fluctuated easily on the thin figure of the girl. His gaze was fixed, he examined her as a victim. The girl's chest trembled slightly, from the man's gaze, and perspiration appeared on her forehead.

Immediately, she untied the robe, and it slipped from her thin shoulders, falling to the floor. The black-haired girl appeared before him in full glory. Smooth, pale skin, a neat but lush chest, a flat tummy with an earring and a thin, swan-like neck. She extended her neat hand to the man, and pulled towards herself, clinging to his lips. The man for a second was in a kind of shyness, but immediately, realizing the situation, he went to meet the girl.

Her lips were sweeter than all the lips in the world, and her skin smelled pleasa... continue reading

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Two people were walking along the forest road: a boy and a girl. The young man, tall and slender, to the surprise of the few passers-by he met, walked in only dirty black socks and no jeans, which he carried rolled up in his hands. He walked in one unbuttoned blue shirt and white, not very clean shorts. There were no signs of shoes in his hands.

The girl, slender and fragile, with long, waist-length, loose hair, walked barefoot, holding sandals in her hands. The top button of her jeans was open, and the zipper was half open, revealing her crimson panties. Even the girl was only a topic, leaving her bare belly, and he was clearly wearing a completely naked body.

The couple went through the forestry. Then the young man did an absolutely amazing act: looking around, he took off his underpants.

“Let's get out of the way,” the girl asked, not taking her eyes off what the thin fabric had just hidden.

"Come on," the guy agreed. They left the road, entered the forest, turned to face ea... continue reading

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We have long dreamed of such a couple of weekends - me and my favorite hero. A hero - because "being my friend" is heroism in itself. You need to be able to hide after a week of being together in the same room - in order to wait out a small "storm". This is how I call my inexplicable state, when you simply can’t stand a single person within a radius of several meters from you, you want to close yourself in a huge bright room with a sofa and a book, or dance discs, or just with a cat. And enjoy being alone. Maybe there are many people who will understand me, with whom the same thing happens from time to time. But I have not been very lucky in this life so far, and rarely has anyone been able not to be offended by this. You just need to feel the approach of the "storm", leave on time, before I have time to say all those hurtful words that I will regret in a few days.

But my hero - he's just smart! And I understand very well that even if he is late and I manage to do one of my usual lit... continue reading

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Our wonderful meeting after a long break took place. Both of us are already exhausted in the thirst for each other. They strove for each other, holding back with the last of their strength. Fantasizing how it should happen. In the messenger, sms, by phone. And today we met. I arranged for an apartment. We go there in the car. Let's hurry up in our thoughts. We run ahead of the radiator. I feel his tension. Only from the thought that now, finally, this should happen.

I am turned on by your excitement, which I feel in your palm, gently squeezing and stroking my hand. Your sexy look turns me on. A short blouse that reveals your tummy and navel, which I love to lick so much. It turns me on that you are wearing a skirt today. I wonder if there are panties underneath. These thoughts excite me terribly. I put my hand on your knee and try to casually run my hand up your thigh. Catch the answer to this question through the skirt with your fingers. Of course you can ask. But it's not interesti... continue reading

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