I left my daughter with my grandmother, and I went for a walk, to unwind and see what was going on in the world. I had been walking around the city for about two hours, I was tired and decided to rest a little near the Dnieper. I bought myself a bottle of light beer and started enjoying life. Usually my husband, daughter and I went for a walk together, but that day he was at work and for some reason in the last couple of weeks we haven’t been able to go for a walk together.
But I really wanted it, my soul demanded new impressions and sensations. Yes, this happens when you are on maternity leave: your husband becomes the main person from whom you expect all this. But if he is busy, then he needs to look for new opportunities so as not to run wild, since sitting at home all the time affects his mood.
So I’m standing there, not touching anyone, when suddenly two guys come up to me and offer to join them for communication, supposedly my soul requires female company, and they really lik... continue reading
- Yulenka, don’t you want to try it in the ass?
This was the question she feared most. She had been dating Vladik for six months already. Until now, he had never shown his interest in anal sex, and Yulia had already decided that she would not have to experience it herself.
From porn films and books, she knew a little about the sensations that arise. What scared her most was the pain, which she knew was inevitable. She didn't really believe in the pleasant sensations of anal sex. And now this moment has come. The time has come to give up virginity on this side too. Julia froze for a second, and then, trying to appear calm, answered:
- Let's. How do you want to do it?
“I’ll now lie down on my back, and you’ll sit on me.”
It doesn't get any easier hour by hour. She herself will have to impale herself on Vladik’s huge penis.
- Fine. Lie down.
Vlad lay on his back so that his feet were on the floor. Julia first sat astride his lap, and then stood up and moved so that his protr... continue reading
Friday. On the way home from the supermarket, as usual, I stopped by my old friend Sylvia. Sylvia, a bright brunette, with curvy figures and a rather narrow waist, is a gynecologist, 36 years old woman. The white robe hugged her huge full breasts, the nipples of which stuck out under the fabric. Sylvia rarely wore bras and once admitted to me that she enjoyed having her nipples rub against the rough fabric of her robe. We had been chatting for half an hour, but there were still no visitors. Finally, there was a knock on the door.
Sylvia put on a gauze mask.
A young girl of about eighteen or nineteen appeared at the door. The thin dress hugged her small, but firm and protruding breasts.
“Come in, don’t be shy,” said Sylvia. "What are you complaining about?"
“I’m fine,” the girl answered and then blurted out...
“My hymen has burst, and I need a certificate stating that I am a girl. I have a very strict dad. And I’m going to get married... Here... I will pay you as ... continue reading
It was on New Year's holidays. Before this experiment, my girlfriend and I had not seen each other for more than two weeks. During this time, she and I made many plans, including intimate ones, for the day of the long-awaited meeting. “Unconventional” was also planned. In one of the correspondences, Yanochka simply said: let’s try). I, as an honest gentleman, one might say, a knight devoted to the heart of his lady, did not go “to the left” during this time. I think she does too. Therefore, that night we, hungry for carnal pleasures, were ready for much.
Of course, we didn’t start experimenting right away. First, as usual after a long separation, a sea of affection and passionate classic sex. But let's get down to business. Before the second “approach,” specifically to set Yanochka in the right mood, I caressed her ass with my finger during cunnilingus, and after that I massaged it with my tongue for a long time. Contrary to all the rumors I had heard earlier, I did not feel any unpl... continue reading
I was 18 years old, it was summer, I was driving home from a friend living in the village. I didn’t have time to catch the bus, so I caught a ride - a Kamaz. There were two people in the cabin - the driver (Kolya, it seemed) and the shift worker - Grisha, both of whom were about 45 years old.
It was summer, hot, I was in a short skirt and a T-shirt without a bra, because they were both staring at me, I began to get a little excited and my nipples stood up, sticking out through the T-shirt. By that time, I hadn’t had a man for almost a year (after Uncle Valera, I hadn’t fucked anyone else) and I really wanted to feel a dick in my pussy...
The road was long, it was evening, the men offered me a drink, Grisha went out to get champagne and it turned out that now I began to sit between them. While we were driving and chatting, I drank a bottle of champagne alone, and didn’t notice how drunk I was... Gradually Grisha began stroking my bare leg, getting closer to my panties, Kolya was ste... continue reading
I haven't done this for a very long time. Either you can’t be left alone, or you’re not in the mood. And then last Wednesday I found out that on Friday I would be alone all evening and all night. What had accumulated recently exploded at that moment in me almost to the point of loss of consciousness. I received such an all-consuming wave of desire that I could barely hold back a groan and catch my breath. My heart was beating wildly. I realized that the hardest thing now would be waiting for Friday. I spent the rest of Wednesday, all of Thursday and all of Friday until the evening as if in a dream.
Knowing from experience that in such cases you cannot immediately discharge yourself, because when necessary, the proper excitement and, accordingly, the expected result will not come, I arrived on Friday evening in such a state that, in comparison with me, the string of a drawn bow would seem flabby, a limply hanging rope. And now I was left alone. I didn't want to rush. I was going to ge... continue reading
I want to talk about one of my novels with a very interesting and sexy man. His name is Dima, 29 years old, short brown-haired with unusually beautiful green eyes. My name is Lina, a slender 22-year-old girl with long light brown hair. We met at the same company, my friend worked there, I went to her, she introduced me to Dmitry. I will never forget how he looked at me with his languid gaze of narrowed eyes, pleasant manners, courageous physique, strong-willed chin, and even Scorpio according to the zodiac sign - the most temperamental and passionate sign. Since then, I began to visit my friend at that company more often, until I hinted to him that I liked him and left my phone number.
In my youth, I graduated from art school, so I decided to draw his portrait from memory and sent it to him by mail. Dima called, thanked him for the portrait and offered to meet. There was a heavy downpour, we were driving around the city at night, a continuous wall of rain almost drowned out our conve... continue reading
My name is Lyosha. I am 22 years old. I live in Moscow. I first tried erotic massage when I was 19 years old. Since then, I have visited different salons, as well as private masseuses. But one girl stood out to me in particular. One day I was driving home from work on the subway. And suddenly the idea came to my mind to go for an erotic massage; I wanted some release. I entered the corresponding request on the Internet and was given one wonderful salon, not far from the metro. I was right on my way. I went to their website, looked at the prices and I was happy with everything.
I called them and agreed that I would come over soon. Had arrived. The administrator showed me to the room and asked me to wait. Soon she brought me several girls to choose from. The age ranged from approximately 20 to 27 years. Everyone is very nice. For some reason I liked one brunette the most. She was quite tall, with a good figure, and a cute tattoo on her tummy.
And I chose her. Her name was Katya. When... continue reading
In this story I want to share my thoughts about what types of girls I really like, today I wrote only about one type of girl - the “Flower” type, but soon I will write more.
The “Flower” type is, first of all, sexy and slender, cute and thin, girls without bright shapes and appetizing busts, thin and fragile stems, fragrant meadow flowers...
I am very attracted to these types of girls; they, just like other girls, arouse in me attraction and sexual desires towards themselves. But in this case, the main distinguishing feature of my emotions and desires in relation to them is not just sex, but rather a comprehensive, long foreplay before the main action of completing the satisfaction of the flesh and receiving pleasure.
The initial foreplay with long and tender kisses, hugs and gentle caresses lasts exactly until the girl tells me with her body, eyes or her sweet lips that she is ready to give me the keys to entering her world of love and tenderness. After inserting my key, I begin... continue reading
This Happened last Year, Hope you guys like it...
Hi, thank you for your story page. I get wet reading them so I wanna share my personal experience here with others. I am a 24 year old student from Gulf studying at UPNG and shared this thingy with my best friend Leonie last month. BTW This is completely true.
Every time I go over to my best friend’s room at the campus, I always hope that something’s going to happen between us. Leonie’s from Morobe, same age and built as me and we’re inseparable as twins. Like me, she’s so naughty and cheeky at times. We’re always cuddling or hugging and she’s constantly touching me whenever she can. Not in naughty places, although I wouldn’t mind if she did that. So still there was no kissing or sexual contact.
I’m not a lesbian so I guess I’m just bi-curious since I have such interest in her which is unusual because I don’t feel this way about any of my other girlfriends. I do have dirty conversations and talk to them about my sexual experiences... continue reading
A month before his release from the colony, Vasily already knew that documents were being prepared for him, but he decided not to notify his wife about this, he wanted to surprise her.
And so, he boarded a reserved seat car of the train, so that four days later he would get off in his city and go home, after many years of absence.
The conductor brought him tea. Vasily drank a glass of tea with lump sugar with pleasure. He couldn’t believe that his imprisonment was over. He closed his eyes and found himself in the restaurant where they were celebrating his friend Kolya’s birthday. Vasily got drunk as hell, had little control over himself, and when a fight broke out with the guys from the next table, he intervened. He remembers the rest vaguely... In the morning he woke up in a pre-trial detention center. Interrogation of the investigator, meeting with his wife, who in tears confirmed that he had stabbed one of the fighters to death with a knife. Court. They gave him 8 years. He was ... continue reading
... Desire burned them. He pressed his lips to hers and she reciprocated. This time they had no time for tenderness. I wanted to release those wild animal feelings that sit in everyone. He undressed her with unusual rudeness, and she, in turn, enjoyed her helplessness.
- Take me. I want to be your whore. - she said. And now these words were sweet as honey to his ears.
She knelt down and watered his lower abdomen with kisses, and her hands did not gently walk over his body as usual, but dug her nails into his back and buttocks. Now he had no time for pain, he understood perfectly well that in front of him was no longer a modest girl, but a slutty, passionate lioness who thirsts for love. He was exhausted with impatience to plunge his hot and excited member into her sweet mouth, and she, seeing this, was in no hurry to make concessions.
- I can’t take it anymore, take it! - he said in an uneven, shaking voice, practically begging.
Now she was in charge, and it gave him pleasure t... continue reading
I never believed in love. Probably because I never loved. But something was drawn to this man... Something not clear to me, not familiar. He disappeared for 4 days. Didn't answer calls. I didn’t even intend to announce myself in any way. And I... I wasn’t jealous of him, I didn’t swear at him for these disappearances, I accepted him as he was, but of course I was offended by this attitude. And just when I was trying not to think about him, the bell rang.
- Hello. - The voice is smoky as always.
- Hello, Rom. - but I don’t want to talk to him anymore. But his voice made my heart beat like crazy.
- What are you doing? Can you come? I was thinking that it wouldn't be bad to see you.
- Yes, of course, where should I go?
- To my home. Do you still remember where I live?
- Yes, sure!
- Then let. Waiting for you.
After disconnecting the call, I wanted to throw the phone at the wall. Again! How long can you come with one click?! Am I such a mongrel to go like this? Or a call gi... continue reading
Have you ever heard of a place called New Orleans? It's a magical city where the fun never seems to stop, and for jazz lovers it's a paradise.
Emily, who had recently moved here from the big city, enjoyed the atmosphere of Orleans. After ten years in a noisy, gloomy, even sometimes evil New York, here Em (as her friends called her) found peace. Today was a warm day and the only thing to do was meet the movers and finally furnish my apartment with furniture.
The decision to move was sudden, but the location was not accidental. She traveled to this city a couple of times for work and it simply captivated her.
Many will say that Emily was running away from problems, but this is not so; before leaving, she completed all the important things and turned the page of this life.
On the day of her arrival in New Orleans, Em's friends threw a party and a new life began with the sounds of jazz and an ocean of positivity.
Two months have already passed since the move. During this time, Em... continue reading
I'm preparing myself for our meeting this evening. I get out of the shower, dry myself with a warm terry towel and stand naked, thinking – should I wear white or black underwear? Perhaps white. You really like it so much! I look at myself in the mirror - tanned shoulders, narrow hips in tight white boxers, wet hair... I can already imagine your fingers, like claws on my chest: you love to scratch them down my chest... And the new scent of my cologne Today will definitely drive you crazy!
I dry my hair, put on a shirt and trousers, button it up, tie it, lace it up, meanwhile imagining how you dress... By the way, I love watching you dress! I wonder what you'll be wearing today? How do you manage to change into all these seductive outfits while at work? Do your colleagues notice that you fluttered out of the office wearing something different from what you came in?
Busy with these thoughts, I get into the car, drive closer to your office and stop at the snow-covered curb on the next ... continue reading
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
Svetlana Andreevna decided to rent out one of the rooms of her 3-room apartment. After my daughter entered the university in St. Petersburg, the apartment, one might say, was empty. The son asked to live with his father, her ex-husband. After which she herself sometimes spent the night in her parents’ apartment, since it was practically near her work. Why not rent out a room to someone visiting? Svetlana Andreevna worked as an accountant at a factory, the salary was stable, but not “fat”.
The income from the proposed renting out of the room for housing would not be superfluous. I intended to hand over to women, girls, I would not like to see males. However, time passed, and there were no takers. There were calls, but after detailed questioning people refused. The reason was not the price, but the location. Finally, the bell rang. The voice was male, I wanted to immediately refuse, but the young voice on the other side of the phone said that he was satisfied with the price and locatio... 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
In the spring, I began to meet a very interesting-looking girl near the Ochakovo platform. Clearly Caucasian. I decided that she was Armenian. As it turned out later, I was not mistaken. The girl looks like fire: short, moderately plump, but not fat. I would say curvy. Thick long black hair, plump lips, big black eyes. The leather jacket fitted her large breasts, her legs were plump, but in moderation. Regular short skirt and heeled shoes. I really liked the girl, but did not approach her. Thought it was useless. It is not customary for representatives of southern nations to make acquaintances on the street like this. Yes, and sexual intercourse before marriage is not welcome. But the girl, as luck would have it, caught my eye almost every day.
Once, already in May, I unloaded the goods into the pavilion, took the money, got ready to leave and ran into her face. More precisely, she flew into me with her gorgeous elastic breasts.
- Oh, sorry, - the girl smiled and looked down.
“Fo... continue reading
Opening the door softly, Cheryl peered into Tim's room. He lay on his bed on his stomach and enthusiastically examined a glossy magazine. Entering the room and closing the door behind her, she silently approached him and peered over his shoulder. On the page, a luxurious mature woman had sex with two men. One was a tall, muscular guy about 25 years old, and the other was still very young, about the age of Tim. A tall guy fucked a woman from behind, and she, standing on all fours, sucked a strong swollen penis of a guy. The boy was apparently close to orgasm, and accelerated the movements of the woman, clutching her hair and driving his cock as deep as possible into her bottomless throat. The pre-orgasmic expression on his face was very well captured by the photographer, and well conveyed all the dynamism and emotional richness of the scene.
- And you think your father will like it when he finds out that you take his magazines? Cheryl asked in a whisper.
Taken by surprise, Tim was c... continue reading