romance Erotic Stories

I met this girl on the Internet. I just picked her nickname out of many others by chance. Word for word, and we started talking. Her name was Sveta, she lived in Omsk, she was a brunette with a beautiful and slightly sad face. And ten months older than me. She was already in an unsuccessful marriage, and her life was quite battered, her ex-husband beat her and walked around.

Soon we started communicating on telegram. I heard her, but did not see her, as I soon learned, she lived modestly and did not have a good smartphone. Her voice, photographs and our conversations in general formed a single whole for me. I wanted her passionately.

While taking a shower, I often closed my eyes and imagined how I carefully undressed Svetlana, how she raised her hands up, and I took her jacket over her head... carefully unfastened her bra... She looks at me, and her eyes say " just don't offend."

Do you think she's looking up at me, about to give me a blowjob? Not at all! I am indifferent to blow... continue reading

He. She. Theater. Jazz is playing. That evening they decided to go out into the city to have a cultural time. There was a young man on stage playing the saxophone. Looking for a place to sit, she saw an empty balcony upstairs. And now they are already climbing there. But it happens very slowly, they stop at every step, turn around, play... They simply enjoy the moment. It was quite dark on the balcony, with only the light from the stage illuminating the area where they decided to sit. She was passionate about music, and he was passionate about her.

He looked without taking his eyes off, as if he was seeing her for the first time in his life. Not far from where they were sitting there was an old door that apparently had not been used for a long time. Enjoying the wonderful music and the charm of sitting next to each other, he was no longer able to control himself. His hands began to quietly stroke her beautiful body, starting from her hands and ending with her waist. That evening she... continue reading

The story is true, only the names have been changed. Juan and Conchita lived in the suburbs of Madrid. They have been together for many years, but their love and sexual passion for each other has not subsided at all. On this day they were going to fly on vacation to the Mediterranean island of Aphrodite. In the morning they took care of each other. Juan gave his beloved wife cunnilingus, from which she almost always came well. And he himself did not come yet, he decided to save more sexual tension before traveling together. And for good reason!

The flight was not long, and now they were already at the hotel. It’s hot, so we immediately went swimming. It was already evening, the sky was dawning, and it was gradually getting dark. The couple went onto the pier, Juan jumped from it, and Conchita went down into the water. Let's swim. They loved to swim and knew how to do it well. We sailed away from the shore. There were yachts in the distance, but there were no people nearby, no one was... continue reading

You're wearing a tight, short dress that barely reaches a third of your thigh. The cream dress fits your body so that I can clearly see all its curves and folds. The nipples on your breasts stretch the thin material, and the left one bounces slightly in time with the beating of your heart. I kneel down in front of you and bring my face closer to your thighs. I kiss the leg just below the hem of the dress.

My hands go to your hips and begin to lift your dress. It is very short and now your red, silk panties with a guipure front are already visible. You pull your dress over your head and I can see your body. The openwork bra raises the elastic mounds high.

I touch the material of my panties with my lips, and I feel how wet and hot you are already in THAT place. The smell of a clean woman wanting sex drives me crazy. You yourself, pull your panties down your hips, and your smoothly shaved pussy appears to me. I run my tongue along the gap separating the labia and feel your taste.

Ou... continue reading

Hi, I also like to share my first time experience with a girl on your Story Page. This is completely true. Some details have been changed to protect our privacy.

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Many years ago, Edna, my best friend and I worked as flight attendants for Air Niugini and shared the same flat in down town Pom. I’m Maggie, mixed Gulf and Oro and she’s from Sepik and ENB. We were then 25 and free spirited girls. Nothing was secret between us. We shared and did everything together.

One afternoon we were off duty and came back to the flat from a work mate’s birthday party. We sat down to watch a movie when Edna suddenly blurted out that she was horny. We were both very open and never had a problem talking about sex. She giggled. “It’s true… I’m dying for a fuck! “.

“So go take care of it… I can’t stop you!” I pinched her side and we laughed. She got up and left. I expected her to take her dildo to the bathroom. (Most of the girls secretly smuggled in dildos from Singapore on our working trips and they... continue reading

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

A chic invention of mankind is a cell phone. At the present time, you even wonder how you lived without it before. So I, having become the owner of this invention, appreciated its merits. I was delighted with the fact that literally from anywhere in the city I can call friends, acquaintances, business partners. And if suddenly they are busy or unavailable, you send an SMS message, and they call you back. It is now that the phone has ceased to be just a phone, it is now more of a computer with a phone function, and then it was practically “cool”. At one time, I was very addicted to one SMS service - “SMS dating”. I figured out how to use this service not immediately, but then it “started”. An announcement message, an introduction, a bunch of messages, an announcement again, etc. etc. There was a sea of time for this, I had to earn extra money in a private security company, all night long I was doing just that. That's how I met a sweet, passionate plump who really wanted to meet.

It wa... continue reading

What do we generally consider vulgarity in the modern world? Porn? Sex on the street? I think that the very concept of vulgarity is in our heads (yes, remember Sigmund Freud for me now). After all, sex is nature, it moves our thoughts, lures us into the mystery of the very appearance of a person. That is why I believe that all our tightness in this regard does not make sense (perhaps I am repeating the words of the great Marquis de Sade, but that is not the point).

I just want to plunge into this secret world of debauchery in the person of the young lady Marina, who indulges in carnal pleasures with great pleasure. These are just short notes, thoughts, fragments of time and emotions in this period.

PS Sorry for such frank lines and chaotic beginning. I would like to believe that these little notes, saturated with passion and vulgarity, will reveal your nature ...

Always yours Lina Wernicke (I will often delight you, my dear ones with my stories)

5.30

…Mmm! My head! Yes, it wa... continue reading

They agreed to meet in the city. Going to meet him, she went to the shower. Standing under jets of hot water, running a washcloth over her body, she imagined that it was his hands caressing her, slowly gently stroking her back, chest, stomach and further below ... After the shower, she had to choose clothes, she settled on her favorite set of black lingerie, including lace panties with white embroidery and a bust of the same color scheme. From above, she opted for a simple T-shirt and skirt, because she always left the most interesting thing only for him.

And now she sees him at the agreed place, and pure joy from the long-awaited meeting remains in her soul. As always after the meeting, they went to the store, picked up food and slowly went home.

Arriving home and putting everything in its place, they kissed slowly and sensually. Then she sat him on the sofa, turned off the light, lit a candle and turned on the music "in the mood." It was, of course, the song - Sam Brown "Stop". T... continue reading

- Mom, Sergei will come to us today, I invited him. Look at how we live, get to know you. - Lily ran out of her room, making a ponytail out of her hair on the run.

- Well, in my opinion, it's time we get to know your boyfriend. - Elena picked up the bag loaded with groceries and went into the kitchen. Her daughter has been dating this guy for a month now. We met, as often happens now, at a disco. The daughter talked a little about him, it was still impossible to draw any conclusions, but something about this Sergei alarmed Elena. Her daughter is only 18, and her boyfriend is 21, but some kind of adult interest in Lily was felt in him.

At 17 o'clock the doorbell rang, and Lily rushed headlong to open it.

- Here, mom, this is Sergey! - The daughter enthusiastically introduced the tall, strong young man. He was not that handsome, but manly attractive. Especially his muscular shoulders and lanky eyes.

- Hello. Sergey politely bowed his head, and under his unwavering gaze Elena felt... continue reading

Out of plan

His name was Eugene. From the way he looked, he was about twenty-five, twenty-seven years old. Of average height, it cannot be said that he was well-fed, but you cannot call him thin either. The hair is dark, the color of the eyes was closer to green.

Once he worked as a programmer, and rode a lot on a business trip. Business trips taught him to communicate with people, and natural observation gave him an unlimited field of activity. He was not handsome, but the girls did not shun him. His charm and intelligence did not disregard even the most demanding goddesses. But in order to find out about his talents, you must first get to know the person a little. And how you don't want to.

He always worked with passion. Only little money was paid. Here he is and the table to work as a "call boy". There was enough work, a pleasant young man who knows some female tricks and uses them for his own purposes, without offending the weaker sex. He knew when to be around, and when, and... continue reading

She appeared above the water in a sparkling golden halo, twisting her wet hair into a short spiral. She moved quickly to the edge of the pool, squinted in the sun and shone. A gentle tan spread over her body, wrapping it in something resembling a bathing suit transparent, like thin slime. The woman shook her head and stepped onto the ledge, gracefully lifting her sculpted leg. Olga swallowed and got up from her chair. She continued to watch the beautiful bather from under the orange mesh canopy, but still shivering from the heat. Elsa - that was the name of the woman - winked at her, passing by: a barely perceptible wave of fresh moisture reached Olga, trailing behind her like a train.

The girl replied with a faint smile. The feeling of coolness was so fleeting that it was only annoying, so she dumped a glass of cold water on her head and shrugged her slightly plump toasty shoulders. Then she put on her slippers and trotted along the circular path, from which Eliza's wet footprints h... continue reading

Today is Friday - do you know what I mean? We'll have dinner tonight.

Of course, we have to do this on other days as well, but Friday is a special night. I don’t remember when or how it started, but just thinking about tonight with you makes my back arch, and I try to snuggle tightly against the chair at my desk so that my panties squeeze me as tightly as possible down there. I arch my lower back and press my pubis against the edge of the chair. No one will suspect anything: everyone is buried in the screens, absorbed in their numbers, and it will never even occur to anyone that a woman is sitting in front of them, rubbing her pubis against a chair, imperceptibly squeezing her breasts, and if possible, pinching, hiding behind the monitor, papillae .. Or maybe my fools see everything, but out of delicacy they pretend to be completely ignorant? Once one of them admitted that during her husband's business trip, which seems to last six months, she masturbated several times in the evening... continue reading

It was a very hot summer, and only in the evening it was possible to somehow take a walk and have fun on the street. It was then that their unforgettable walk began, a walk that she remembered for a long time ...

Lena and Volodya had known each other for about two months. Almost a week after the first minutes of communication, they began to meet. Vladimir was handsome and savvy, his physique was such that it was pleasant to look at, but it still didn’t seem like you were in front of an inflatable doll. Punchy and impudent, but at the same time gentle and affectionate, Lena liked him; the girl herself was pretty and well-built, rather slender. Her naivete, purity and fragility attracted Volodya, but so far they have not gone beyond a kiss goodbye near her front door. As soon as his bestial nature tried to get deeper, his heart immediately felt sorry for her romance, and he was afraid to damage this delicate creature.

So, on that hot summer evening, they headed to the amusement park.... continue reading

I like the little things, for example, after the club we go up the stairs with a girl. And walking after her, looking at her gorgeous ass and how drunk she is, rises a little hesitantly, you understand that soon there will be just drop dead sex.

She opens the door of the hotel room and gracefully enters the room, how beautiful she is! The room is hot and she begins to carefully undress, and in the meantime I take off my T-shirt and go to the bathroom, although it was, of course, hard to tear myself away from this exciting sight. But there I don’t waste time in vain, no, I don’t take a shower, I wash my penis and wipe it with a sanitary napkin - because I know that the girl is drunk, ready for a lot, and even more so, I know what I myself want. And I want a lot!

I slowly enter the room and see what every real man wants to see - the girl is almost completely undressed, except for her panties. She is just great! From this sight I am insanely excited, my penis is poured with strength a... continue reading

A few hours later, my second "I" thrashed in a slight chill of a hangover dizziness, but did not show it. It always behaved calmly and slightly sarcastically. And this time, his mumbling about "he's never had such a 'thoughtful' gangster in his life" didn't piss me off too much. Yes, and it would be ridiculous to argue and disagree if all our sexual fun had a clear and strict direction under the control of the first "I" who fell into a sexually creative trance.

In full accordance with the scenario, my most important, largest and slowest gear had the worst of all: it had the main blow. Its cogs, creaking plaintively, jumped out of engagement with the neighboring more efficient and nimble gear, and the unfortunate part of my chronometric organism flew into the beyond, dragging gnashing springs, bushings and pendulums behind it. The other parts of me that survived so far froze in a tetanus of horror, realizing only too well that they had very little left to enjoy the triumphant reality.... continue reading

Office. The piercing ear and unconcentrating voice of the supplier broke the silence again. Fingers tapping on computer keyboard...

Something strange is happening to me today. I do not feel anything. I smile, trying to hide the inner emptiness, trying to remember those states in which I felt good, or at least bad ... it doesn’t matter anymore. I want sensations, feelings, passions... and nothing. Horror creeps in. Lord, at least something! What if again? Once, in this state of emptiness and timelessness, I spent several months. Scary. I'm trying to analyze. Maybe I thought too much about how to behave and how not to behave correctly. Maybe for some reason the ghost of gray, lean loneliness stopped pressing on me. Where are you soul, if you exist, you must feel something! Quiet and empty...

I can't work. I remember.

I open the door and look apprehensively into the hallway. There are no neighbors. What a luck! I quickly take off my boots, get into my slippers and hurry to the room... continue reading

You come into my office. I'm alone. I take my eyes off the computer, look at you absently, nod my head slightly in greeting, and get back to work. You come to me

- Can I help you?

Thanks, I can handle myself.

You look at the monitor and put your hand on the back of my chair.

Suddenly you realize that you catch my scent. He is pleasant and familiar to you. It is the almost impalpable scent of a woman. The blood immediately rushes to your face, and you blush, embarrassed. I see your embarrassment, it pleases me.

You are looking down on me. A lace bra shows through my blouse, and the open collar reveals such an alluring hollow of my chest. The hem of the skirt reveals my stockinged knees. Mmmm... Excitement runs through you in a wave and sinks in a warm, pulsing lump down your stomach.

I lean back and touch my fingers with my back. The current runs through your body and mine. You move towards me and touch the member of my shoulder, which is bulging under the trousers. Oh what... continue reading

A harmless sunny day first called everyone for a walk, and then, having deceived, it began to bake with the summer sun. Fleeing from him, we ran into a cafe. Luckily for us there was air conditioning. After resting and drinking refreshing drinks, we decided that it was still stupid to sit all day in a cafe (even if it is hot, but it is sunny). We stocked up on cold soda and went to storm the summer heat. The heat did its job - only the most courageous preferred to walk in the open air. Now we walked wherever we wanted and we didn’t have much to pay for everything ... As if guessing that we had found a way out, the day decided to present another surprise ...

Having boiled in the shade of a dense park, we did not notice how thunderclouds crawled over the city from behind high houses. You know, summer thunderstorms sometimes come so fast!... And as soon as a cloud covered the sun, the first drops immediately splashed from the sky, followed by the whole summer downpour! With a cheerful s... continue reading

Night Moscow streets, the dim light of lanterns illuminated the road. We were returning home after a good walk. It was drizzling, visibility was very poor and movement was difficult. Something was wrong with the brakes of your car and you paid all your attention only to the road. The trip tired me a little and while waiting for us to appear at home, I dozed off.

Finally we arrived at the place and I woke up. With a tired look, you turned off the engine, hugged me and said:

- Shall we relax and have a beer?

- With great pleasure! Smiling sweetly, I replied. We got out of the car sharply feeling the June dampness and coolness. Holding hands tightly, we went to the store, despite the fatigue, our eyes shone and the smile did not leave our faces. We were interested and well together, we were happy and someone extra would only interfere with us.

A quarter of an hour later we were already sitting in the car sipping beer and crunching chips, in the twilight of the night everyone enjoy... continue reading