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The night was moonlit. She loved those nights. When the air is fresh and slightly cool, keeping, however, the warmth of the past summer day. When the dew that fell in the evening cools pleasantly on bare ankles. When it’s quiet, amazingly quiet, you don’t hear any conversations, no steps, no crackling of cicadas, not even the rustle of grass. Nevertheless, this silence was alive and eloquent. And the moon, silvering everything around: grass, trees, the smooth surface of the river.

She stopped at a small sandy beach and kicked off her sandals. Graceful feet in turn, smoothly sank on the warm, slightly damp sand. Her gaze was at her feet, at the edge of the silver water that was washing the sand.

She felt him coming. She always felt him, as he did her. There seemed to be an invisible connection between them. They understood each other without words. He approached from behind and his fingers touched her palm lightly. She did not turn around, continuing to look at the sand under her fe... continue reading

It was raining outside, she sat and looked through the steamy cafe window, sipping hot chocolate, and watched as people tried to hide from the rain. It seemed to her that it all looked funny and sometimes ridiculous. Some boy was jumping through the puddles, rejoicing in the rain, from the window opposite, trying to scold and drive home, his mother screamed, but the boy didn’t care, he was happy. Although it was autumn, it was still quite warm outside.

A funny old man ran past, “... she probably thought the professor ...”, he was in a formal suit, and covered his head with a folder, he turned to the side and disappeared around the corner. On the other side of the road stood a couple in love, holding his jacket over their heads, he tried to cover her from the rain, sometimes kissing her on the lips and gently hugging her.

Looking at all this, she felt somehow lonely ... but the mug was empty, and she had to return to an empty apartment, she lived alone, only her friend, the gray cat... continue reading

Through the gap of the closed curtains, the morning sun shyly made its way through its rays. The rays, sliding along the windowsill, jumped onto the back of an old chair that stood nearby. Small particles of dust played merrily in this soft and warm stream of morning light. The room seemed to be filled with haze. She was like that imperceptible veil that is inherent in the atmosphere of ancient castles and palaces. Everything seemed to be steeped in antiquity and history. And a chest of drawers, and a huge table on massive legs, and a carpet, and, of course, a "royal" bed, next to which, bowing their heads, stood two bronze floor lamps. Your aristocratically white skin was soft and smooth, like a satin veil that barely covered her thigh and knee. The lines of the body continued the curves of the atlas. Perhaps no artist can recreate such a combination of lines and shapes.

Today is a hot day...

You woke up in your room, lying completely naked on your bed covered with a silk coverlet... continue reading

- Hi!

- Hi!

- Why so late? I've been waiting...

- It didn’t work out before ... But as always ... I already miss your hands ...

- Nice to hear! To be honest, I do too. Especially behind your hair. Honey, what's up with your mood? Come to me, hug me tight! Like this! Now fine?

- Yes, much! Thank you!

- Let's take off your raincoat and boots. Come to my arms, I want to bring this priceless treasure to the kitchen safe and sound. Sit down at the table. Now I'll pour you something hot.

- Thank you, my dear, it always becomes easier with you. What is this drink?

- My favorite: a sip of mood, a sip of warmth, a sip of relaxation. Oh my God! How beautiful you are in this blouse! How beautifully the chest protrudes, the deep neckline opens it almost halfway so that you just want to look into it! I love it so much when you smile. Lean back on the sofa. Yes, yes, that's it. Your hair! They are like a stormy stream pouring over your shoulders! I lean towards them, sink my face int... continue reading

"Why do you need it, dear?"

Glancing back at the mirror, Josie wondered what had driven her to this acquisition? However, the mirror was worth the fifty pounds paid for it. In a carved gilded frame, with all those garlands, curlicues and cherubs, made at least a hundred years ago, the mirror made a strong impression, so strong that none of the participants in the auction dared to buy it.

Josie raised her hand as the price dropped below the starting price. The sixth sense prompted that the mirror was intended for her.

- Where to put? asked the messenger, losing patience. - I can't hang around here all day. Which room? On the first or second floor?

The question puzzled Josie. And she didn't even think about it. What got into her? Impulsive shopping is not her thing. Even vice versa. Once again, she seemed to hear Sam's voice, irritated and boring, which she would remember for the rest of her life: "How could you buy this monster? Are you crazy?"

The decision arose spontaneously... continue reading

The door was not locked. The twilight of the hallway seemed to be a continuation of the dim light of a quiet autumn evening. But the smell was different. Instead of light dampness and sadness, there was a smell of comfort here. And now it was mixed with an elusive smell of perfume and expectations, the smell of me, the smell of a woman, sex, sex, the smell of flirting, lust, depravity. The smell of pleasure. You smiled - and again did not begin to invent what you would do now. Usually in such a game you thought of everything in advance, down to the step, word, gesture - and... after the third step, word or gesture, everything went wrong. Is it possible for me to predict anything? But you still came up with in advance, it was an element of the game, your game. Probably mine too.

You went to the bathroom and washed. The face is already on fire. Funny how a boy on a first date. But rinsing with cold water is nice.

And now you're in the room. I'm standing in the middle, smiling at you.... continue reading

I wake up from some delicious smell and, waking up, stretch sweetly in bed. Then my hand falls on the other half of the unfolded sofa and does not find you there. You, my love. Only then I notice that some tapping and rattling are heard in the kitchen, obviously, you are preparing breakfast for us. Once again, stretching, chasing away sleep, I cheerfully jump out of bed onto the soft carpet. After yesterday's love joys with you, I remained completely naked. The sun is already cheerfully looking out the window, it's already about eleven. Fortunately, today is a day off and there is no need to go to work. I glance down. My cock, as usual in the morning for some reason, excitedly sticks out, shaking the bloodshot lump of the head. Without hesitation, I head to your kitchen. Turning the corner, I see a beautiful picture. You stand with your back to me and cut something on the table. You are wearing only a light short dressing gown thrown over your naked body.

This sight is so seductive t... continue reading

Lust varies depending on the time of day. In the evening, when you are in shape, it walks in light waves from the back of your head to your heels, slightly catching your breath. In the evening you find the best words, occasions, poses. Evening passion is multifaceted: spiritual insights freely turn into bouts of lust and vice versa, becoming indistinguishable. The world spins on the tips of the eyelashes and foams with champagne bubbles, all situations are reversible, any entrance is an exit. In the morning, everything is different.

Deep sleep is like falling into a fascinating abyss, from which it is impossible to get out the same, just as it is impossible to take with you everything that you have acquired there. Therefore, having risen on a crumpled pillow, you find only a few scanty thoughts in your head - and even then they seem redundant to you. If you let them in, they will fill you completely, frightening with dullness and totality. Pinned to the floor by them, you struggle to... 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

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

I take you in my arms and spin... spin... Crazy turns, heads spin, sink to the ground like fallen angels... Kiss, kiss. Not! Iron first. Hands start a gentle dance. They dance, slightly trembling fingers at each bend. Here is the neck ... the feeling of the skin - so velvety and tender and soft and you want to stroke and stroke and stroke. And the fingers below - to the hollow. Here is a hole, the whole body is ready to go around with his hands. I'm trembling with impatience to stroke, to touch every piece of your body. My hands clasp your breasts, without touching the nipples and gently, I stroke and wrinkle them, then touch the nipples, pull them a little. Then below - the tummy. Your insanely lovely tummy - a little soft, so amazing - I stroke and stroke. I'm like an octopus - hands return to the neck, to the cheeks, to the nipples, to the hollow.

My lips strongly but gently dig into yours, and my tongue - so impudent and nimble and slippery and soft, pleasant and warm, even a lit... 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

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

- 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

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