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In harsh winter time. On a dark, polar night on the Taimyr Peninsula, the whole sky is so low and strewn with stars, it seems that this is one big starry blanket. You, as usual, take the shift from your partner and send him to bed. It takes about an hour and a half. You feel like you are starting to fall asleep, realizing that you need to work, you are trying to overcome yourself and sleep. Suddenly you feel like I'm behind with gentle, warm, feminine hands starting to touch your hair starting from your shoulders and slowly your hands begin to fall on your chest caressing your torso. You can feel the breath and gentle kisses around your neck with the light movements of my lips. Chill runs through the whole body of both.

I slowly turn you around to face me and you see that it is I who takes my hand and pulls you towards you, We begin to passionately kiss each other, and our hands chaotically stroke the whole body. I start to unbutton your shirt, then I unbutton the belt, the zipper on... continue reading

All day Eliza sat in the grotto. She miraculously escaped by hiding there when wild nomads attacked their wagon and killed her father. She was lucky that they didn't even notice her. As soon as their cart was level with the cave, her father, anticipating trouble, pushed her there, and now she imagined with horror the terrible fate that she, an attractive young girl, would fall into the hands of these rabid dogs. The whole day and night Eliza sat in a cramped grotto, afraid to lean out and do anything, but the growing thirst forced her to go in search of water at dawn. The girl did not walk for long, until in the thicket she made out a gently flowing stream. She greedily knelt down in the saving water and, taking off her clothes, washed herself. Enjoying the lightness of the body, clean and chilled, Eliza did not hear the rustle close. And as soon as she pulled on her dress, her heart skipped a beat in surprise: face to face, she found herself in front of a dark-skinned Arab. He was ver... continue reading

Approaching Paris and looking out of the carriage window, Emma thought about how her new unfamiliar city would meet her. She was a stranger there, no one cared about her, she was alone. Did that mean she was in for hostility? Maybe. But it didn't matter, because she had a job, her mission, as she called it. The mission for which she survived everything that fell to her lot. Emma smiled, and the lady opposite gave her a quick glance and smiled too. Goodwill was read on the girl’s face, while in her head an insidious prudent plan was being developed. Can this really happen because of a man? Yes, Emma said firmly.

As Emma prepared to leave her town, her only thought was to find him. To appear so suddenly that he was speechless and blurt out everything she wanted. But suddenly she was broken by a disease, a disease that once claimed the lives of her mother and grandmother. That day, when Emma first passed out at the dinner table and then did not come to herself for a long time, completel... continue reading

Dinner ended, and the footman opened the doors to the dessert room.

Through the blue gas canopy, Marlene could make out two black shapes in the bright yellow square of the doorway. A second later, Jeeves turned on the overhead light, hurting her eyes, which had grown accustomed to the dark. Marlene blinked. The approaching footsteps of the host and guest echoed in the vast empty room. They got really close...

- ... And now, Sir Henry, let me treat you to a little exotic dessert. You will like it, I am sure.

- To be honest, I'm not a fan of sweets... but if your pastry chef is as skilled as your cook, I probably won't be able to resist.

- I'm just SURE that you will not resist such a temptation ...

“I am intrigued, Lord Erdington. Rumors about the wonders of your house have even reached France. Friends in Paris asked me more than once, knowing that I knew you, if I had ever dined with you.

- I'm sorry I couldn't invite you to my place earlier. I think you will understand me... continue reading

Waves roll on a deserted beach and leave shreds of yellow-white foam on the sand. It's hard to believe, but until recently this deserted beach was filled with the sounds of a carefree life. October, with its cold, damp winds, drove the last vacationers away from the stormy Baltic Sea. The motley umbrellas of summer cafes have long been closed, and only the wind drives fragments of posters through the deserted streets.

The mighty hum of the waves and the creak of old pines. Orchestra of Her Majesty - Nature. It seems that time has turned its course and behind the dune strip there is nothing but endless pine forests. The village, which a minute ago was so real, has disappeared into the foggy autumn haze, and only the red signal light of the pier cuts through the air filled with salt spray. You can walk for hours along the coast on loose sand and not meet anyone on your way.

I like to wander through the dunes overgrown with hard grass, I like to run away from the waves and touch the c... continue reading

She met him in a bar, where she went because she had nothing to do, she was sad and had nowhere to go from the thoughts that haunted her. It was a muscular handsome man, thoroughbred, like a stallion. His raven-black hair fell in waves over his shoulders. The jaws quivered under the stubble of unshaven cheeks. The white T-shirt only emphasized the tan and beautiful body to the best of pumped up muscles. Blue jeans were tight around the narrow buttocks, emphasizing everything that their owner wanted to highlight. He sat at the bar and occasionally with a bored look, cast a glance at the strip show dancers. Kate sat down beside him and lightly touched the stranger's beautiful, as if chiseled hand. He reluctantly turned his head and cut blue blades of cold eyes, jerked his hand away, showing that he was not interested in her person. This offended the girl, and she accepted the challenge. Defiantly, she turned away from the icy handsome man and started a heart-to-heart conversation with a... continue reading

Some obsession came over me. Some unknown force seized me, my eyes filled with lead, and I fell asleep. I sleep. And I see a dream...

Smiling joyfully, you stepped out of the water and dried yourself dry with a thick terry towel. Before you had time to sit on the grass next to me, when suddenly next to you in some incomprehensible way were two strong, slender, completely naked young Negroes. Bewilderment, fear and a strong desire seized you. One of them walked up to you, grabbed your silky soft hair tightly with a muscular hand, and pulled your head down. You could not keep your feet, and knelt down in front of him. A large, black and thick member began to raise his head. The Negro, continuing to hold your hair tightly, took the cock at the base with his other hand and slowly brought it to your lips.

Your fear and desire simultaneously became huge, your eyes closed, and your tongue began to feel and lick a large dark head. One of your hands began to caress his balls, covered with s... continue reading

Do I have a dream? Fantasy, a kind of "Paradise on Earth"? - you ask, gentlemen.

Difficult question, but I'll try to answer...

It will probably be an island. Such a small island. Greenery, sun, sea. A small house with verandas, bedrooms with huge beds, a hall with armchairs, sofas, a huge TV with 2-3 round-the-clock porn channels (no perversions, BDSM and other nonsense, only "pretty", only "bliss, tenderness and passion")! Beautiful pool, sun loungers, fruits, light drinks and... Ladies! Different, but all amazingly beautiful, sexy! No, I don't want to be their master or their slave. I just want to be with them and give them pleasure! Long, passionate and insatiable. Devour them with your eyes, admire their beauty, kiss their bodies, inhale their divine scent, touch their skin, hair, holes and bulges... and, of course, fuck them. All this I call sex.

So, morning. The sun's rays break through the foliage and enter the bedroom. Illuminate the walls, the floor, the huge bed. I wake... continue reading

Snow fell on the city of Ch-ts, mixed with rare autumn leaves, which by this time had not yet had time to fly around everything. He fell asleep in a rather lousy and dirty street, circled in the yellow light of rare street lamps, buried a downed cat lying on the side of the road under him. It was 11 pm and I was trying to get to the avenue to take the bus there. The road led me past the central city park. I raised my head and saw the vague outlines of a ferris wheel against the sky, because of the falling snow it seemed that it was gently swaying under the gusts of wind. Once upon a time, I admired the views of our city opening from it. For some reason I really wanted to jump...

But then I began to visit here less and less often, the park fell into disrepair - perestroika gave people new opportunities for cultural recreation. Now I assumed that there was not a single living soul in the park, except, perhaps, a watchman or a maniac, which we had in extremely small numbers in the Volog... continue reading

A serene sunny June morning turned into torrential rain by noon. Sergey and Yulia, who decided to go shopping that day in order to buy the necessary things for the upcoming vacation at sea, fell under a heavy downpour. In the morning, when they were getting ready, it never crossed their minds to take an umbrella with them, the weather was so beautiful. And now the rain overtook them suddenly, soaking to the skin. It was now useless to hide from the rain, and the house was already nearby, so they cheerfully joked, walked through the puddles, waving shopping bags.

They ran into the porch snorting and brushing themselves off. Already on the stairs, Julia remembered that she had promised to go to the neighbor below and, thinking that if she didn’t look at her now, then she definitely wouldn’t do it later, she said ... Seryozha, you go, I’ll look at Masha for a minute . After handing the bag to her husband, she rang the bell at the neighbor's door. Sergei quickly went up to his floor. Ent... continue reading

The water already almost hides the legs. The bathroom is filled with a faint light that gives the eyes a break from the day's work. Inhaling the air, I feel the tart, but pleasant aroma of foam. In addition to foam, I smell another smell, no less pleasant and more familiar. That's what her hair smells like. Your head is on my chest and I can feel your hair tickle it. I deliberately tilt my head to make the smell more noticeable. You do not change your habits and in this smell I recognize the smell of flowers and herbs - this is how your shampoo smells. Your hair has become damp from the steam and I feel this moisture, leaning against it with my cheek. Quiet except for the sound of water. You are thinking about something again, so you are silent and hardly move. Although you are doing the right thing by being silent, words are not needed now. And you probably understood this before me, and therefore you are silent. Despite the warm water and steam, my head is a little cold. Not a single... continue reading

And if you take and discard all prohibitions? What if one day you wake up in a world where all erotic desires are allowed and, besides being allowed, they are also easily fulfilled ... What if all the prohibitions are really just an illusion?

So I reasoned, thinking about what I would like to experience in my sex life ...

I never liked vulgarity, all these cheap porn divas with their unnatural "Ya!", "Ya!" ... Why so much vulgarity in such a wonderful genre as erotica? Or vile blacks - well, I do not like blacks - they have limited intelligence! How I do not like fat, white-skinned, pimply, vulgar, jerky ...

Why is it always like this in erotica? Why is there no mystery, beauty, intimacy in it? After all, a short skirt does not mean attractive.

Something completely different is attractive ... A girl in a veil is much more desirable if she is dressed correctly and presented in the right light ...

Having discarded all prohibitions, I began to explore what I really wanted to exp... continue reading

Coldly. Outside the window is the bright April sun, and all the puddles have long dried up, but I'm cold.

Beautiful girls walk outside the window, exposing their long slender legs for everyone to see. Even if in the summer on the beach these legs do not turn out to be so long and slender, now, after the cold slush and heaps of nostril sick snow, they still arouse admiration.

And I'm cold. Now I understand the unfortunate drunkards who unsuccessfully try to drive out this cold with the help of alcohol. It's useless. I don't drink, but I can tell you for sure that even if I'm drunk, I won't get warm.

It would be great if some pretty young lady suddenly came into my entrance, climbed the not very clean stairs and rang the bell at my door. I would ask who is there, and she would say that her name is ... well, let's say Lena is the most common name - and she really wants to get to know me.

But that won't happen.

It won't, because I'm not wanted by the pretty girls in miniskirts pa... continue reading

Hello Yana!

My name is Ilya. I decided to write to you after reading your profile on one of the sites:

"Hi. My name is Yana. I'm 20. In this life, I love sex most of all. It seems to me that there is nothing more pleasant and bringing together in this life. If you agree with me and love passionate girls who are excited from a half turn, then write .And tell me what and how you want to do with me. It turns me on."

My fantasy immediately worked "to the fullest", because I also consider sex to be the best thing in this life, the most interesting and strong of all possible sensations for a person. And of course, I just love passionate girls! Most of all I like girls who love sex, wind up with a half turn, like you, Yana. In my opinion, it's great when a girl knows what she needs to experience pleasure, knows how to achieve it, considers it natural and is not ashamed of it. Perhaps I will tell you a little secret - such a girl can always be distinguished from others, just one look is... continue reading

There is nothing more mysterious and mysterious than a ridiculous sculpture of a pissing woman. And there is nothing more beautiful than relaxing to watch from the sidelines behind the opus of a pissing wife, girlfriend, or completely unfamiliar lady. And indeed, the statue of the bust of a pissing pava itself is nothing but a thinker, like a doctor of physical and mathematical sciences, crouched in the tormented expanses of a small-sized kitchen over his dissertation. Like a flexible circus gymnast trying to fit her head into a small suitcase, and even stretch out in it, so that it would be comfortable to lie down and turn around from time to time. Look at all this and you will be amazed!

How many different nuances need to be foreseen: for example, how to wipe the working surface of the billiard table later, what to put under the French balcony, how to put everything in place and so that nothing comes out, does not wrap up, does not come out where it is not necessary, and where it i... continue reading

His doorbell rang. Opening it, Oleg Petrovich suddenly saw his daughter's girlfriend standing outside the threshold.

- Ksyusha? You! Here's a pleasant surprise! Hello! Lena, unfortunately, is not at home. Have you come to visit?

- How did you leave? After all, she wrote to me that she would be at home. What should I do then? - Confused girl asked.

- Come in, why are you standing outside the threshold. Should I not kick you out, since you came to visit us? Come in, come in, don't be shy.

Letting Ksyusha loaded with a large travel suitcase into the apartment, he stepped aside. Taking her heavy suitcase, he hardly carried it into the hallway.

- Hello, Uncle Oleg! Yes, of course, visit. Where did Lenochka go?

- Didn't she write to you that this summer she was going to go to Novosibirsk to her mother?

- Not. Ouch! What a pity! Lena left, and I ... appeared. What am I to do now?

- Nothing. Live and all.

- That's no luck! - with annoyance exclaimed the girl. - What should I... continue reading

It was a hot summer and everything was literally languishing from the heat. The train was approaching the Crimean coast, where everything literally breathed romance and was fragrant with blooming gardens. Natasha got off the train, where on the platform, a handsome tall man with an extraordinary appearance was waiting for her. His head was clean-shaven, extraordinarily tall with a beautifully built figure. Stylish clothes were pleasantly combined with the aroma of expensive cologne. In his hands was a huge bouquet of maroon roses and eyes full of fire met her gaze. A couple more moments and she was already bathed in his arms. Sergey picked her up in his arms and, as if in a wild dance, swirled her with the joy of meeting. Their lips have been waiting for this meeting for so long that they simply could not tear themselves away from each other. Seryozha offered to get into the car and the girl beaming with happiness, strewn with her favorite flowers, immediately went to the car. They plu... continue reading

A jump... Your body flashed past me, plunged into the blue expanse of water and dissolved into the depths of the pool. The waves, calming down after such a surge, caused a surge of desire in me. I watched in fascination as your silhouette swims up to the side of the pool. The illumination from below made your body mysterious. It beckoned. And now you emerge... Wet hair flows over your shoulders, your eyes are closed, you clearly experience pleasure, freeing yourself from the captivity of water... Your hands touch the pale blue tile, you rise higher, sit on the edge, smooth your hair...

The droplets flowing down gave you gentle light touches, almost imperceptible, but so pleasant. Here one drop ran down the elastic chest, the second ... How I want to drink this moisture. And here is the right one ... As if teasing me, the largest drop hung on your papilla. Another second, and she will break down, carried away to other lovely valleys of pleasure. But I won't let her go so easily. Leani... continue reading

If you have no imagination, read no further!

Hello dear. Let's play with you? This game has an oriental name, in translation it is called ... Yes, what's the difference in principle ...

This is an amazing game, one of the sweetest love torture. And not everyone can handle it. If last time there were no winners and no losers, then this game is going according to all the rules. And here is the supreme one. Who is in charge? Let me know, because it can be dangerous...

There are also toys in the game. Fearfully? Don't be afraid, these toys are for me. Look, these are "love balls", four silk cords, a narrow white silk ribbon, a fluffy feather.

See, I lay down on the bed with my arms and legs outstretched? You must bind me. But I beg your mercy, my lord. Bound, I am completely defenseless, and you can do whatever you want to me. You will never feel complete power over me, but now I am your slave, and you can do whatever you want with me ... And I will have to recognize you as the mas... continue reading

We went with you to the sauna... just YOU and I. We booked a suite for two, and when we got there, we saw how beautiful it was - everything around was made of wood, glass... We really like it here, and you , gently slap me on the ass and say: "Come on, undress, Mike!" I pull a light sweater over my head and you see that under it I have nothing but round and bouncing breasts. I lean over and carefully fold my sweater on the bench, my breasts swaying smoothly as I move. You have an involuntary desire to come up and take them in your hands. You gently take them in your palms, coming up behind me, noting their heaviness and velvety ... slightly squeezing, you begin to stroke. You kiss my neck, where such hot, tender and deliciously smelling skin. You even grab the hairs on my neck with your lips ... "Oh, how ticklish ... let it go ..." - I whisper, and as if by chance I press my ass against your stomach.

I'm doing this on purpose, firstly because it's so sexy, and secondly, to tease you... continue reading