Exactly at 7:00 She opened his door. This happened every day, but each time it was different. Every day She came in the door, right on the threshold she stripped naked, casually throwing her clothes on the floor of the hallway, and then took out a small tunic from her purse - and then every day it was different: a short silk nightgown, a torn T-shirt with the coat of arms of Real Madrid, a beach poreo, corset, or whatever else her vast fantasy suggested - the main thing is that there would be nothing else under it. Then she went to the bedroom to Him. He slept. No, I didn't sleep. He was waiting for her. But for all the treasures of the world, he would not show that he is awake. Today He lay on His back and covered His head with His left hand. Peaceful and serene sleep. But she worked as his alarm clock. She was paid for this. And also because she made him coffee. And she knew her work perfectly - no matter what, she would wake Him up to the state when He would be able to perform feats... continue reading

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

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

That day, despite the good weather, I did not make any attempts to get out of bed, which Katya was very happy about, since this completely coincided with her desires. We basked in our cozy bed until the evening, smoothly turning into night. We caressed, made love, played with each other, massaged each other, took turns going to the kitchen for various goodies and fed each other with them, making love again ... Katya was lying against the wall, and I stroked her with my hand, burying my nose in her shoulder, while enjoying her smooth velvety skin and her scent. But then she lifted the blanket with her hand and began to climb over me.

- Where are you going? I asked.

"To the toilet," she replied.

I bent my knees, preventing her from climbing further, pulled her by the arms and she, having lost her points of support, collapsed right on top of me.

- I want to pee, - Katya said playfully plaintively, - my pipishka really wants to do another wet business.

“Not a business, but a busi... continue reading

In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why do I need it, a scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also by no means soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we both going to do?

I came into your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you back from another, which, perhaps, is nearby - but hardly closer now than such a distant me.

Here again the performance is being prepared. The noise is silent and the curtain is up! Or, as it was said not by us and before us, “The rumble has subsided. I went out on the platform "...

On the sides of the wooden podium are many mirrors. Our reflections are everywhere. I am wearing a short autumn coat and a light silk scarf around my neck. Slightly reddened from the cold cosmic wind, the cheeks blush, betraying a feeling of trembling expectation.

And behold, attention! - instant change of scenery.

You... continue reading

By pressing the button, having previously undressed to the goal, listening to the melody of an ancient call behind a shabby door, you will stand with your bare knees on the dirty floor, as ordered in the last SMS. It came, knocking down your legs, on which you stood at the entrance, trying not to tremble, looking at your surprised guards.

Trembling with excitement, anger and fear of the unknown, you will want to scream from helplessness to the entire entrance. Nausea and disgust will rise to the throat from the understanding that nothing can be changed and all that awaits you is a beast outside the door, a disgusting beast, a blackmailer who has already begun and will continue to turn you into his slave ... Into his dirty disgusting something that can trample not only you, but a bunch of other people who will kill you and your family if he puts out the information he owns...

Of all those involved, you were chosen by him for a reason.

A beautiful, successful, rich and humiliating ... continue reading

I was going to get waxed for the first time. i was nervous because my lips are a-bit on the longer side. i got lunch and then made my way over. i arrived and the lady was doing it out of her house. she prepared me and her stuff. i lay on the table legs open and my pussy exposed. i could see her nipples and thong through her tight dress. i was worried she could see me getting wet. she told me to relax as she applied the first bit of wax. about the third time she put the wax on i needed to pee. i asked her to get up and she said i need to wait till she yanks this strip off. it felt like forever. she reached for the wax and her pinky grazed my clit. i accidentally let out a small moan and she looked at me. she yanked the wax and i got up as quick as i could. i couldn’t find the bathroom and it was to late. i grabbed my pants and held them on my crotch. she came over and slightly moved the clothes. she saw me starting to dribble. she quickly laid a towel on the table and told me it’s alrig... continue reading