Stories in under duress
146 stories · Page 8- How do you hear it? - a soft voice penetrated through the headphones into his ears, as if spreading through the veins, forcing his entire body to shake for a moment. "V-okay," he replied awkwardly. He coughed into the microphone, feeling his throat dry. His name was Vitaly. Nolenz - that was her quirky nickname, no doubt dating back to classical Latinisms - was one of the many girls or even women blogging on a curious resource that Vitaly had recently discovered for himself. This resource concentrated mainly on literature, although partly paid attention even to such strange areas of human activity as alchemy and jurisprudence. Vitaly didn't know exactly which age category to attribute her to, just as he didn't know which age category to attribute himself to. But a strict business creature in a gray jacket with short black hair, looking at him from an avatar, I wanted to call it nothing more than a “girl”. He had been communicating with her virtually for a long time, altho
The sun had already set, and the trees around the street seemed even darker. Once again, scolding herself for staying late at work, Oksana walked through the half-empty streets to her home. Her peers spend time in clubs and bars at this time, but she is too tired to think about anything other than the evening series and a cup of instant soup. In addition, constant study at the university, and then a busy work schedule to pay for a small apartment, did not leave time to meet with few friends and dates with guys. She did not consider herself ugly, always trying to dress with taste, even despite the constant lack of money. Looking in the mirror, she saw a tall girl with long black hair down to her waist. The ability to eat anything, and at the same time not lose her thin waist, was her pride. Oksana would call herself a beauty, but small breasts were the weak point of her figure. On the way home, thoughts about the upcoming vacation were interrupted by the horn of a car by the roa
— And what will it look like? I asked carefully. Oksana purred in response: “Nothing so special!” It's just that, for example, I'll be on top more often... and you'll lick me more often... It didn't make it any clearer to me. “I don’t seem to mind having you on top anyway. Are you missing kuni? You can always just ask... Oksana growled. I don't want to ask for anything! I want to order! And when I'm on top, you distract me all the time, grabbing my chest with your hands, then my ass! "I'm just trying to help you cum!" Please, I can not touch you at all when you are on top. I pouted. - That's it. - Oksana looked into my eyes - You can touch, you can not touch. And I want you to do nothing without my permission. It sounded interesting. I suddenly realized that the idea gave me a vague excitement. “I think… you can try…” I answered uncertainly. - You'll like it! Oksana whispered, kissing me. Why is this? I asked nervously, hiding my hands under the pillow. Oksana s
Kira, young and very attractive, came to visit her grandmother. The hot summer has begun, and vacation is a good opportunity to take a break from the bustle of the city, in a distant village. The river, fresh air, forests and fields will do her good. Jogging and swimming naked made her happy every morning. There is no one around, she is alone, why not. After such a procedure, I decided to sunbathe a little, also naked. The sun had already risen well into the sky and began to bake well. Lying on her stomach, for a long time she decided to roll onto her back, so that everything would be good with a tan, she applied tanning cream to her skin with deft movements. I closed my eyes and enjoyed sunbathing and birdsong. Suddenly, for a moment, a man's groan was heard ... the frightened woman jumped up, looked around, but did not see anything suspicious. Maybe heard? Deciding to continue her procedures yet, she settled down more comfortably on the grass. After a while, she got up and lo
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,
The next day, Jana tried to look strong and haughty, as always. It just worked out for her! But she honestly tried, Denis appreciated it. She somehow managed to sit, but the girl moved with some difficulty. But if she stood, then the view was the same as always. The guy just saw how he was coming up now, and she answered him: “I have no time, Zaitsev, we’ll talk another time.” As if with his mind he understood that she would not say anything like that, but deja vu was present from the cold look. But in the meantime, you have to come. It would be stupid if you don’t come up like this for the whole day. Yesterday I walked Yana home, but the conversation did not go well along the way. Yes, then she was not up to talking, she could hardly stand on her feet. Although she preferred to stand in the trolleybus, it was apparently even worse for her to sit. It’s good that I recovered, all the same, Denis was worried about it. Yes, the guy liked what happened, but he didn’t want Yana to suffer!