Stories in romance
210 stories · Page 9I 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
- 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
After graduating from school, I could not enter the institute for the full-time department, there were not enough points, and I had to retake one exam and apply for the evening department. After enrollment, I, like other comrades in misfortune, had to look for work. It seemed to me that in our time to find a job is easy. But how to find it, if for ten years, apart from a writing pen, he held nothing in his hands. And the fact that something to do with your own hands, there is nothing to say at all. Having pushed around the enterprises of my native city and not finding anything suitable, I turned to my parents for help. Having mocked my self-confidence, after reading a sea of lectures, I was nonetheless hired to work in one of the factory's laboratories, where I have to work for a whole year as a junior laboratory assistant, or rather, a second-class electrician. It was the end of August. On the very first day of my working life, my boss called me. “So that’s it,” he began, looking
Gentle music plays outside the door, and we enjoy each other by the light of an outlandish lantern. A full bath relaxes our bodies and thoughts flow like a drop of honey down the cheek. We drink red wine and alternately watch the ruby reflections and sparks in our eyes. The wine begins to take effect and I notice an exciting blush on your cheeks. I gently take your leg and slowly rub your foot. I like to watch the expression in your eyes: they gradually grow cloudy and lose focus. Your fingers are already in my mouth, and the hot tongue finds the most sensitive areas that you didn't even know existed... Water gently hugs us and I want to share with you the joy of solitude. Hands lie on your knees and slide smoothly down. Feel the bubbles separate from your velvet skin and rise up. Hands under water caress your body and we begin to become a single pulsating organism with you. Fingers become naughty, and thoughts are locked on the thirst for satisfaction ... With my left hand, I care
Gently sitting in a chair, you felt long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Closing your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands gently gliding over your arms, the edge of your clothes and, as if in continuation (it was so natural), along the juicy girlish legs. My touch was soft and desirable. You suddenly felt such a wonderful bliss, such a blissful calmness, a surge of violent fantasy and primal desire. The body trembled in anticipation of the fabulous bliss. Fatigue disappeared, as if there had never been a hard, stressful day behind. Your lips parted, revealing a small mouth and a scarlet tongue fluttering in anticipation. Slowly, I touched my lips to yours and my palm became bolder to touch your legs, and then, quite by accident, it turned out to be under your short skirt. There everything breathed heat, but it was so cozy that I could not take my hand out of there until the next day. I pushed my hand even deeper. I immediate
I am a painter. Women's nature - worries. But the man in me has always been stronger than the artist. Now I draw on this very nature. If you only knew how beautiful it is: under your hands, the female body blossoms and reveals its true beauty. I am sure that only an artist can elevate the beauty of a naked woman to the rank of art. It's available to me. I want you to know that this is also possible. And it is not at all necessary to imagine me as a weird type bathing screaming girls in paint. Not at all. Firstly, because I work only with Women. And secondly: I'm an ordinary guy, I work as a designer in an advertising agency, I get good fees for advertising broths, tights and rolled steel. Ask: who agrees to "lie under the brush"? The first among the candidates is a girl from a party. Fashionable, cool. Tattoo? Yes, here she is, uncle, a rose on her ass. An umbilical ring? Please. Ecstasy? It used to. Fashionable pubic haircut? But what about without her? How old are you? 18th. Such
It was already too late to go to the store where Lana worked, and Airplanes went straight to the hotel where she lived. Turning off Route 17, which is also the main street of the town, onto South 8, he saw the name "Grand Inn". On a side street behind the hotel, he found a parking spot, parked, and got out of the car in an unusual state of excitement, mixed with a slight drowsiness that did not interfere, but on the contrary, made everything that happened around him look like a dream. The warmth of the night mingled with the tart scent of the ocean breeze. From the amusement park located across the road came the screams and laughter of visitors who had not yet calmed down. From a neighboring street running along the ocean, flooded with bright yellow lights, the musical rhythms that were popular this summer could be heard coming out of the windows of passing cars in basses. Everything around was relaxed, fun and carefree. The hotel was a two-story building in the shape of the letter
It was a surprisingly hot day outside, or rather morning. I was returning from work early in the morning, although at that time even a miserable shadow from gray and dusty houses did not save me. The only salvation was a cold shower, although it was still necessary to reach it. And finally, it happened, I was able to reach the house in such heat, and immediately, without hesitation, I jumped into a cold, invigorating shower. Although I worked all night and was terribly tired, but after a shower, sleep immediately receded, and I immediately feel a surge of strength. But all the same, I know that if I don’t sleep now I’ll be kemar at work at night, and with great reluctance I go to the bedroom, but I decided not to wear clothes, and it’s so hot. But after the picture that I was able to see in the bedroom, I don’t feel like sleeping at all. She lies on the bed, only a thin strip of fabric covers her charms. For about a couple of minutes I look and admire the picture that has opened up t
All the events described in the story actually happened. The names of the actors have been changed. This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she quite successfully married a Dane, moreover, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, which is exactly what he is - fun, attractive, athletic. There is, however, a minus that you have to chat in English, but it does not matter. There were six of us that evening. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or the other leg under the table. The Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a friend of the Dane. To complete the picture, let's describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept quiet. Nothing like a girl, everything is in place, really. My Nika will be slimmer. We ate, drank and laughed - what else do they do in taverns? The con
- All clear, - muttered Aster. - Only one letter and that must be it. During the last three years of his work for the government, a special courier or telephone was always used for communication. But when the letter arrived by regular mail, he realized that the three-year project ended in nothing. "Dear Mr. Henderson! With great regret, I have to inform you that your proposals for the refinement and improvement of the device were discussed by us and rejected. Due to budget cuts, our department does not have sufficient funds to support all projects. I will personally keep all the information about this case and if the situation changes, we can continue to work on creating a device that is certainly useful to society. I want to express my personal gratitude to you for the efforts made in this direction. An official notice will be sent to you shortly along with your fee. Sincerely yours, General G.F." He turned off the terminal. Doodles. Idiots. They not only failed the demonstr
Who would have thought that a simple chat can turn into something more. They chatted for two months until they decided to meet in real life. Virtual life got boring and they just wanted to be around, look into real eyes and talk, hearing a voice. Arriving in her city, he was somewhat amazed by what he saw. She walked towards him along with their friends from the chat. There was something different about her. Her photographs, compared to the real one, were a pitiful imitation of herself. She was beautiful! Before the pain in his temples, he knew that he was in trouble. Having paid for the rented apartment, which she had agreed in advance, and sitting on the sofa in the hall, they talked and talked as if this conversation was the very first. Their meeting was to be the first and last. Nobody made plans for the future. It would seem that during the day spent together in the chat, there was nothing to talk about, but topics for conversation kept appearing and appearing... Under the
The elevator cabin was tastefully done, there was a mirror and a soft comfortable sofa, and the light fell comfortably from above... She rode in an elevator and she was bored alone. She was very aroused and did not recognize herself today. She was ready to pounce on the young stallion... On the fifth floor, her calm or restless rise in the elevator was intercepted by... just a young appetizing stallion - like a senior manager of a large company. And now they were going upstairs together. He immediately drew attention to her, it was impossible not to pay attention to her, this attention itself was drawn to her exciting legs in black nylon pantyhose. After a short silence, she moved to a soft sofa and easily settled down there, and settled down so that her sweet legs were supplemented by the look of her silk panties on her, since the skirt was on her very mini, almost completely mini ... and her sexy sigh brought to the end him to arousal and catching her desire for intimacy went
It was a beautiful summer evening. Black clouds covered the sky, it began to rain ... And yet for him the evening was beautiful. He walked down Twenty-first Street, he didn't care. After all, he just got fired. Just two months ago, he was fired from the drug department, where he had worked for five years, and now he has lost the crime department at NY news. The work was good and did not bother much, he even began to like it, but the boss did not like him. He laughed at him, covered him with mud for the slightest offense, but he did not endure. Literally an hour ago, the chief was taken away in an ambulance with a "broken nose", and he, having signed the application, went home. But he was not destined to reach the house ... From bright Twenty-first, he turned into a familiar dark street, where only one neon sign glowed "Sem's Bar", along the wall of which four girls dressed in underwear were attached. On the other side stood a drunken dirty man. Smoking a stinking cigarette, he looked
- Waiting for someone? - Andrei asked a beautiful girl in an evening dress, sitting at the bar of the hotel in which he had recently settled. “I’ve waited,” the girl said bitterly. In the next five minutes of the conversation, Andrey found out that his interlocutor's name was Natalya, she is a student, she came here on a date with a foreigner whom she had been dating for a month, but, having arrived at the hotel, she found out that her friend had already left for some reason and did not even leave notes. And now she does not want to go home, and there is nowhere to go. All this Natasha willingly posted to her new friend. She clearly wanted to talk. Andrei himself recently quarreled with his girlfriend, with whom he lived together, and therefore moved to a hotel for a while. A few more minutes passed and Natasha offered to continue the conversation with Andrei in the room. He was surprised by this, because, approaching her, he just wanted to chat, but he could not refuse such a
She opened her eyes. Through the window I could see the sun gently breaking through the foliage. I was too lazy to get up, but I had to... Friday... tomorrow is a day off, and then a vacation... She stretched, the sheet treacherously slipped off, exposing her beautiful, firm breasts. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she yawned, stretched again, and went to the bathroom. "Oh my god, how good!!!" Jets of water flowed down her naked body, closing her eyes, she gently ran her chest, smiled. She liked to caress her body. But now you need to hurry. She wrapped herself in a soft terry towel. "What to wear? It seems that it will be hot today ..." Opening the wardrobe, she looked for a long time and extended her hand to a light sundress. He was the most beloved and very versatile. Wearing a beige lace thong, she pulled on a sundress. He covered his chest, nipples protruded through the fabric, his beautiful back was bare. The outfit was a little provocative, but on the last working day befo
Evening silently stepped on the roofs of the houses of Palma de Mallorca, enveloping it with soft, mysterious darkness. With every passing minute, Palma turned from a noisy resort to a quiet port town: shop signs went out, street lights lit up, girls changed from swimsuits into cocktail dresses and wandered to restaurants in the hope of finding their soul mate there. Undoubtedly, this city was the most beautiful in all of Mallorca, especially in the evening, when the darkness was not yet clear, but the twilight was already beginning to thicken. Every European fell in love with Palma at first sight, considering it his duty to visit it more than once. Palma de Mallorca was always cozy and calm, but it was here on June 29, one of the hottest summer days, that FBI agent Alex Mahone was in the worst mood. A quarrel with Felicia, the failure of a special operation that seemed to be going quite successfully, and besides, all this threatened with dismissal from work ... Someone's support was n
My wife died 5 years ago, it was certainly a hard blow for me, but still the love raging in us during our youth had already subsided, besides, I was already mentally prepared for this, she had throat cancer and she was slowly dying already within a year, so that death was her deliverance from suffering. The two months that have passed since her death, I practically don’t remember, I remember - I drank a lot, often didn’t spend the night at home, staying drunk at night with friends. There were no women, or maybe I just didn’t remember them in a drunken stupor, which means we can assume that they weren’t there. And it is unlikely that anything could happen at the physical level for a man who has experienced stress and consumes liters of alcohol per day. However, the money ran out, my friends had their worries, and my drunken brains were still enough not to sell things from the house. And one day (sounds corny) I woke up with the firm intention not to drink anymore. The withdrawal w
Seeing him once in one of the summer cafes, I did not immediately pay attention to another cute, in my opinion, attractive face. Slowly sipping the smoke of the hookah, I drifted deeper and deeper from reality, while drinking lazily white wine in a glass on a thin stem in order to more vividly feel the taste of thick smoke. And once again I grabbed the mouthpiece with my lips slightly swollen after a day's rest in the sun to take a deep breath, began to slowly release thick clouds of white smoke, at that moment a young man "with a pretty face" sat down next to me, being in the very center of my air jet . - Cool, but is it the taste of cappuccino? - he asked. I paused for a moment and replied: - Yes. At this moment, slow music is turned on and the young man gently taking my hand, saying not a word more, offers to dance with him. Having agreed, I left my favorite place with a hookah, and besides, I was already beginning to get bored with the lonely accompaniment of the evening. W
When Oleg looked up from his papers in his office and glanced at his watch, it was already one in the morning. Wearily straightened his back, reached for the phone to call home, but changed his mind, thinking that everyone was already asleep. Leaving the office, got into the car, lit a cigarette, and slowly drove through the night city. Almost an hour drive to the house, there is no hurry. Night lights and neon flashed playfully towards the car. He turned on calm music, five speakers built into the interior of the car, created peace and tranquility. Thoughts slowly flowed in my head, after a hard day. I wanted coffee. He stopped the car at the nearest cafe. Went in, sat at the bar, ordered a cup of coffee. While the bartender was fulfilling the order, he indifferently looked around the hall. There were few people, a couple of companies sat at the tables. The bartender brought coffee. Taking a sip of the scalding drink, he lit another cigarette, enjoying the shifting aromas and flavors.
... This meeting took place on a warm spring evening. Nature has not yet fully awakened from its winter sleep, but the mood and feelings that visited people were truly spring and romantic... suddenly I saw him in the crowd. His gaze met mine and it was as if an electric charge had slipped between us... His eyes were so tender and inviting that it was hard to resist such a look; past each other, the distance between us increased, and as the distance increased, our desire increased! ... I went to the pool, but my thoughts hovered somewhere very far away. I was not in the mood to train or discuss the latest news with my friend... I only thought about him... Deciding to relax and distract from my thoughts, I went for a massage, dreaming of falling into the strong and strong hands of a massage therapist, I wanted to surrender to him , yes, even if not so, albeit platonically, but it was simply necessary for me. Standing in the shower and caressing my body with a stream of water, I thought