romance Erotic Stories

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

Sorry for the tongue-tied language, this is the first experience of creativity of this kind.

I would like to share my story, because I have nowhere else to speak out. My name is Lana, I am a university student. I have never been very popular with the opposite sex, although I can not complain about the appearance. This is more likely due to the isolation of the character. But it's not about that now.

The story began last summer, the year I met him. Behind the cat name Vasily was an outstanding personality, a dark soul and a gorgeous body that attracted many girls to him. We quickly became friends, but this relationship did not imply any romance: he changed girls like gloves, but then it didn’t seem to me like a whore, but rather resembled a search. He did not need only sex, he was looking for a girl in whom he would be attracted to both body and soul. Himself having a height of 190 cm, an amazing shoulder width and a thin figure, he chose miniature fragile partners with small breast... 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

Marina and Maxim have been friends for a long time. I would even say more. They are very close friends and... lovers. They always have fun together, they always have more than enough topics for conversations, and in sex they have complete harmony. Right now they are going up in an elevator to the 17th floor of a high-rise building, where Maxim's apartment is located. They talk on an exciting, exciting topic ...

- I love when the underwear is transparent, with lace or just a thin mesh. Everything is open, but at the same time inaccessible! - Maxim smiled and showed Marina a box from a chic black lace bra, which he bought for her as a gift.

- Lace is just fine, but this is for love games, and in everyday clothes I prefer lingerie without seams, underwires in bras and lace! You know I wear Pompea tango tops and panties. Comfortable and bright colors. - Marishka took out a strap from a bright blue top from under her blouse and showed it to Maxim.

- Comfort... Hmm! It is important! Ar... continue reading

Forgive me for not writing for so long - it spun, spun like a spindle, but a little sense, and time has gone ...

Do you remember the Sahara desert that my ex-husband left in me after the divorce? You know, I didn’t want to write to you about this before, but apparently I’ll have to admit: your friend hated everything and withered, an ancient old woman wanders through life. Here is such a "poetic" image ...

You ask about the fans, I confess that I am not destitute in this matter, but I began to notice that my fans have recently become more and more addicted to the process of worship itself, and I seem to no longer participate in this process. I look from the side at their hands, so reverently touching my fingers, and I don’t feel anything, except for their geographical location! I realized this recently and was horrified - am I really getting old ?!

And then autumn came, strange, warm, one might say, spring. And something in me moved. If I were a tree, I would probably be covered... continue reading

She stood with her head bowed to a book. She wore a tight skirt and a white blouse buttoned up to her neck. She was very beautiful, her hair in a bun, no make-up and a faint scent of flowers coming from her skin. She was about twenty, and in the evenings she worked part-time in the library, she liked it, because she loved books. In quiet, calm evenings, she sat and read. There were hardly any visitors in the evening. But then, one fine, quiet spring evening, a young student entered the library building. Strange as it may sound, but at ten in the evening he needed a book by Dostoevsky. But when he saw her beautiful face, slender legs, graceful figure, he simply forgot about Dostoevsky and could not control the desire that gripped his mind and body. For about five minutes he watched her leafing through the pages of some book with her little hands, and then, nevertheless, he made up his mind and went up to her. She timidly raised her head, and fixed her surprised look from behind her long... 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

- You, spouses? - Tatyana Petrovna asked, realizing that they would most likely lie to her, but they were not going to lie.

- Not! What do you! We don't know each other at all! - In fright, waving her hands, the young woman answered. This man is not even familiar to me.

“We are really strangers to each other,” the elderly man confirmed to the professorial appearance.

- It's a pity, because I have only one free room left, for the spouses.

- Tell me, can we somehow share it? - Resigning herself to the prospect of living with a stranger to her man (a decent kind of person), Irina Sergeevna asked hopefully.

- Not. Hardly. There is only one double bed in it, there is not even a sofa, - anticipating what she would say, the hostess noticed.

- What do we do? The man asked her, somewhat confused. “I don’t have enough money to pay for two of her.

“I also don’t have extra money,” the woman supported him.

- I advise you to agree, and settle together. You will not quarrel among your... continue reading

Charm and anticipation has gone from their relationship, replaced by semi-legitimate cooperation. Sex, exciting and unbridled, continued to bind them, giving not joy, no, but the satisfaction of mutual dark lustful desires. She stopped dreaming. The work, as before, was interesting, the smack of obvious danger and illegality intensified the brightness of the spicy impressions she received, including sexual ones.

She again lived, in obedience to habit, without joy and warmth, and once answered the call of Sergei, who systematically called her without an answer. They met, the genuine joy of the guy was transferred to her, she was surprised to understand that she missed simple, sincere, disinterested relationships. They walked and talked for a long time like in the summer, he took her hand, she did not take it away. They began to meet, rarely, carving out minutes from mutual employment.

He invited her to his small bachelor apartment and timidly said that he would be happy if she did n... 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

- Do you know how I met my last wife? Oh, are you not interested? In vain? You will lose a lot if you don't listen to my story. Only first, let's take another hundred grams, otherwise ... However, you will understand for yourself.

- Do you remember those times when scientists were out of work? Remember? One of them was me. Who at that time needed biology? Here! Here! Quite right. To no one. In general, I was left out of work, and even without a penny in my pocket. Quickly realizing that there was no sense in me, my wife, instantly oriented in the realities of what was happening, left me and went to her former classmate, who sold rags in the market. He had several stalls there. In general, unlike me unmercenary, he could provide her with a well-fed life. True, not for long. He was banged, and my ex-wife, left alone, set out to return to me, but I was already smart and sent her ... Far away.

At the very case, things were not going worse, and then there she was. In general, I had a gr... continue reading

Ignoring the screaming alarm clock, I continued to sleep on, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was half past noon on the clock. After a quick shower, I drank my favorite green tea and sat down at the computer. I needed to translate the text, but instead of opening a word document, I double-clicked to launch opera. I got in touch, followed the pop-up link to the recipe site, and there I saw a link to the dating page. Out of pure curiosity, I went to read.

HE loved the rain. At least that's what he wrote. Without expecting it myself, I offered to meet. He agreed. Having carefully thought over my image, I brought beauty and called a taxi.

We agreed to meet in a small restaurant called "Fantasy". At the appointed time, five minutes late, I sat comfortably in a wicker chair opposite the amazing man.

He turned out to be a brown-haired man of small stature, of a dense physique. Pleasant facial features: a high forehead, green eyes bordered by black eyelashes, an aristocratic nose... continue reading

At night we went to the dacha, it was dark, there were headphones in our ears, and music that plunges you into some unknown world in which you feel good and calm.

My young man, who was not indifferent to me, was driving, my friends were sitting behind. It so happened that among all the guys I was one girl. Many would be embarrassed, but I was confident in them and I was not afraid or embarrassed to be alone with them.

The road was not smooth, and because of this, it took longer to get to the destination. But an hour later, another we were in place. Even on the way here, I had different thoughts, but now the thought flashed through my head that something should happen, something unusual for me.

Entering the house, it was clearly noticeable that it was cool in it, but it was not at all important, because a cheerful company with cheerful conversations would not let you remember this nuance. Having learned a little, everyone began to drink, over time, the degree in the blood began to... 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

... Everything goes to this, and both understand what they want, but he hesitates, fearing refusal, and she, fearing that she will break loose and lose respect for herself. Although it sounds strange, but upbringing imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against her, and his presence makes her feel wild. Desire lives at the bottom of the abdomen, but the higher it is, the stronger the position of the mind, and this imbecile division is enough across the board. I want to cover my face with my hands, fall on the bed and lose consciousness, ... well, at least he would help - at least something, why is he so slow!?

... Finally, he came up, talking about nothing, "walking" around, but this is already something. The most important thing is to wait until his lips touch hers. Doesn't he see that it SHOULD be done, otherwise the languor will simply kill her desire. He ran his hand along his thigh... okay, but not enough for open provocation... why is he so indecisive? Feelings ar... continue reading

When I first saw HIM in a cafe where I used to have lunch, he became a kind of teacher for me. Never in my life have I seen that they looked at me like that ... And in our first meeting, I realized that I never wanted anyone like that. I went to bed, closed my eyes and saw how he caresses me, I felt how he touched me, and my jaw cramped ... And I slowly stroked my chest, carefully lowered myself lower and lower. When in the end I drove myself into a frenzy, the alarm clock rang and I went to a cafe for breakfast.

Those two days before we met had been an eternity for me, and I couldn't wait until I was finally in bed with him.

... His apartment seemed like a paradise to me, and how the bed beckoned with cool silk!!! I knew that I would undress now and if I had wet panties on, I probably would have gone crazy, but I threw them away in the toilet of the cafe. And now he leaned over to kiss my neck, as I imagined how he would enter me with force and involuntarily screamed ... I can’t r... 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

- Wow, how big! Her eyes sparkled like those of a hungry kitten.

- Is it really that big? I watched with curiosity the movement of her hands. The touch of graceful fingers was gentle and pleasant. The bliss spread from the lower abdomen all over the body and was about to hit the head with a heady jet.

- Well, maybe there are more, but only you have such a beautiful one! She knew how to flatter, that's for sure. Apparently inherited from her mother along with cat manners.

I closed my eyes and tried to remember how I picked up this wet bitch a couple of hours ago at a disco in a nearby technical school.

- Kolyan, you're all fucking hanging out! Just like snot in the wind! Come on, damn it, better move with us to the techie - there will be a cool dance today, damn it. Pizdatoe, damn it, beer and high heifers. - Valera-Bumper, as always, was persistent. It’s hard to convince him even when he’s sober, but when he drinks, it becomes simply impossible to argue with him. Tied with a wo... continue reading