romance Erotic Stories

My bottom really wants to share her emotions, but is afraid to tell or discuss it with anyone she knows. Therefore, sometimes she writes essays about her emotions and impressions, an analogue of a diary.

Offer to lay out publicly - accepted with joy.

...

If I were a pet... hmm... who would I be...?!)

I don’t think of myself as a dog, small mutts, always jogging on thin paws and bouncing off the ground, like a ping-pong ball))) is clearly not mine!

This is where grace is needed. Rather, I'm a cat wearing a leash for entourage, not for the physical control of my brain and emotions. Of the decorations, a collar, subtly hinting at the nature of the cat.

And so, what do I feel at the same time ... I close my eyes ... Let's play a game, funny, easy. I am writing spontaneously, plunging with every word into that state when my body is covered with black fur, like a small panther, slowly moving around the rooms.

I have a Master, he also plays this funny game with me. What a beauti... continue reading

The key turned in the lock, opening the door and Pavel entered the familiar apartment. Nobody met him. Anna usually went out to meet him, tried to catch his eye and guess his mood. But today the hallway was empty.

Pavel slowly took off his coat and took off his shoes, thinking about the reasons for such an unusual situation. Went into the room.

Opened the door, entered and froze. Anna sat quietly in the room with her head bowed to her chest. She wore only black lace lingerie and black stockings with a belt.

“Do you always want to meet me like this?”

- Yeees...

- Not scary?

- Not with you.

- And why am I so good?

Because you give me what I want...

— Starting from the table?

“Yeahhhh... Although I immediately felt you the first time, it wasn’t just that I was looking for reasons to meet. And then the bed...

- From me so blows Riding?

- For me, yes ... it seems to me ... you are stronger than me and seasoned ...

- Good.

Pavel stood at the entrance, his hands in... continue reading

Alexander went into the lobby of the hotel. He had already booked a room in advance and filled out a special questionnaire. There were two reception desks. On one of them was a schematic drawing of a man in a collar kneeling, it was lower than the second stand.

Behind the counter was a charming girl. It seems she noticed Alexander first and smiled at him.

“Hello,” Alexander said and handed over the documents.

- Welcome.

The girl accepted the documents and began to look at something on her computer. Then, interrupting, she raised her eyes to Alexander and said:

“If you want, you can kneel.

Alexander only now understood why there was such a soft carpet near this drain.

- Thank you, I'll wait.

Having finished verifying the data, the girl took out a plastic card.

- This is your key.

Then, with a click, she pulled out a small part, about the size of a fingernail.

- And this can be inserted into the collar. The door will open automatically after a couple of seconds as y... continue reading

I'll give you a simple task...

And if you like to caress your body so much, then this task will certainly deliver such a desired sensation.

Do you have a bathroom?

Get into it.

Your task is to undress, adjust the water that is comfortable for your body and get into the bathroom / shower.

First of all, we will rinse your body and I really hope that you do not need to teach this.

Now you have to move away from the stream of water.

Now we need shower gel and your free fingers.

Squeeze out a drop of the product on each breast and squeeze, pull, pinch and twist your papillae to lather these drops.

Thanks to three efforts, they were completely in the foam?

Good girl.

Now you can rinse.

Warm up under the streams of water.

We move away again and release the handles.

Put a couple of drops of gel on the pussy.

Lather.

Penetrations are allowed and will even be encouraged. Rinse off the resulting foam and again warm your body with warm water.

Nothing complicated,... continue reading

Midnight empty park. We are walking along empty alleys - now it is the middle of the week, and those who have to get up tomorrow are already sleeping in their stuffy apartments. Speaking of some trifles like books and music, we go deep into the depths, where few people go even during the day.

But we can, we are local, we know every path here. And down an inconspicuous staircase we descend into darkness. There, where a spring beats from under the limestone slabs.

Fires are burning somewhere above, and here, near the spring, only their reflections.

And if someone, approaching the edge of the cliff, looks down, he will certainly not hear or see us.

We all also talk about trifles. Does it make sense to talk about serious things at night? I'm half-sitting on the cold granite fence. The girl paces back and forth, talking about something. For a second, she stops in front of me, and that's enough for me. My hands rest on her waist, drawing her towards me. I see her slightly confused ey... continue reading

Standing in the corridor of the car, Igor thought about how he does not like Chelyabinsk. Dirty, suffocating, dank, fussy and stupid. Even more he did not like business trips. This time in the company of Irina Vladimirovna, who is now changing clothes behind closed doors.

Irina Vladimirovna could well be called Ira, and even Irochka. A young, 26-year-old lady, with a very pleasant appearance, successfully hidden behind thick glasses, lack of makeup, baggy, shapeless dresses and sweaters, with an eternal ponytail on her head.

But "respect", Irina Vladimirovna, found in the team with a prim character and an absolute lack of femininity. And now, as soon as Irina entered the compartment, Irina commanded Igor to go out and let her change clothes, while asking Igor not to run into the restaurant car, so as not to poison her with fumes. The 29 hour trip promised to be a real challenge...

Opening the door, Irina silently let Igor into the compartment. The young man was surprised at the c... 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