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- How do you hear it? - a soft voice penetrated through the headphones into his ears, as if spreading through the veins, forcing his entire body to shake for a moment.

"V-okay," he replied awkwardly. He coughed into the microphone, feeling his throat dry.

His name was Vitaly.

Nolenz - that was her quirky nickname, no doubt dating back to classical Latinisms - was one of the many girls or even women blogging on a curious resource that Vitaly had recently discovered for himself. This resource concentrated mainly on literature, although partly paid attention even to such strange areas of human activity as alchemy and jurisprudence.

Vitaly didn't know exactly which age category to attribute her to, just as he didn't know which age category to attribute himself to.

But a strict business creature in a gray jacket with short black hair, looking at him from an avatar, I wanted to call it nothing more than a “girl”.

He had been communicating with her virtually for a long time, altho... continue reading

Outside the window is summer: +26, the birds are singing, people are walking, but I didn’t pass the exam. I lie on the bed and think what to do next.

"Okay, we need to take a walk, go to a cafe, drink coffee" - sounded in my head. And I started getting ready. In general, I am an optimist by nature, and therefore I decided to clear my head from bad thoughts.

Arriving at the appointed place, I ordered a latte, I was served by a nice waitress, apparently her name was Nastya, judging by the badge. She had a very cool figure: 3 breast sizes that peeped out of the neckline, slender legs and an elastic buttocks. But I noticed this later, because after placing an order, I turned on the phone and started checking social networks. Nastya brought a latte, but I did not pay attention, as my friend wrote to me. She wanted to touch me and accidentally touched the coffee that spilled on my phone. I was a little taken aback by what happened, but saying that everything was fine, I asked for another... continue reading

The sun had already set, and the trees around the street seemed even darker. Once again, scolding herself for staying late at work, Oksana walked through the half-empty streets to her home.

Her peers spend time in clubs and bars at this time, but she is too tired to think about anything other than the evening series and a cup of instant soup.

In addition, constant study at the university, and then a busy work schedule to pay for a small apartment, did not leave time to meet with few friends and dates with guys.

She did not consider herself ugly, always trying to dress with taste, even despite the constant lack of money. Looking in the mirror, she saw a tall girl with long black hair down to her waist. The ability to eat anything, and at the same time not lose her thin waist, was her pride. Oksana would call herself a beauty, but small breasts were the weak point of her figure.

On the way home, thoughts about the upcoming vacation were interrupted by the horn of a car by the roa... continue reading

— And what will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana purred in response:

“Nothing so special!” It's just that, for example, I'll be on top more often... and you'll lick me more often...

It didn't make it any clearer to me.

“I don’t seem to mind having you on top anyway. Are you missing kuni? You can always just ask...

Oksana growled.

I don't want to ask for anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing my chest with your hands, then my ass!

"I'm just trying to help you cum!" Please, I can not touch you at all when you are on top. I pouted.

- That's it. - Oksana looked into my eyes - You can touch, you can not touch. And I want you to do nothing without my permission.

It sounded interesting. I suddenly realized that the idea gave me a vague excitement.

“I think… you can try…” I answered uncertainly.

- You'll like it! Oksana whispered, kissing me.

Why is this? I asked nervously, hiding my hands under the pillow.

Oksana s... continue reading

The plane was gaining altitude, and she prayed to God that all this would end quickly. However, what is over? This is her job. She argued and... lost. And she had to become a flight attendant. She hated flying. It was an honor to work for this elite airline, but not for her. Getting here was not difficult. She had all the data for this. Height, long hair, beautiful face. When she entered the salon, all the men wanted her. But, she didn't care much. She had sex twice in her life. And both times the men were miserable. So many novels about the delights of orgasm, so many hours of porn, and things are still there - she was not excited.

Many of her colleagues wanted to get on this particular flight and no one admitted why. Until, one of her old acquaintances revealed the secret. Very sexy pilot. There were legends about his sexual skills. One of them said that he never had sex on the ground, only in the air. The girl did not see him, but she was not interested. As soon as the plane takes... continue reading

She is bright, sexy and seductive. Today, 12 years later, she has only become prettier and more attractive. Sometimes in social networks I admire her pictures, on the beaches of Mallorca or the Maldives. My ex, slave.

We met by chance, as is often the case in our technological age, on a dating site. I saw a rather candid photo of a young girl among the many faces and bodies flashing on the screen. Wrote a joke. Answered. We got talking. At 21, she already had two offspring, and managed to get a divorce. The ex-husband, a drug addict, took out everything that could be sold from the house, beat her with a mortal combat, after another beating, during her third pregnancy, she lost the fetus, and returned to her parents.

She spent whole days sitting at home and stupidly hanging out on a dating site, occasionally getting out on regularly disappointing dates. We were registered on the same site, but lived in completely different cities, and even in different countries. Just at this time,... continue reading