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350 stories · Page 14The water already almost hides the legs. The bathroom is filled with a faint light that gives the eyes a break from the day's work. Inhaling the air, I feel the tart, but pleasant aroma of foam. In addition to foam, I smell another smell, no less pleasant and more familiar. That's what her hair smells like. Your head is on my chest and I can feel your hair tickle it. I deliberately tilt my head to make the smell more noticeable. You do not change your habits and in this smell I recognize the smell of flowers and herbs - this is how your shampoo smells. Your hair has become damp from the steam and I feel this moisture, leaning against it with my cheek. Quiet except for the sound of water. You are thinking about something again, so you are silent and hardly move. Although you are doing the right thing by being silent, words are not needed now. And you probably understood this before me, and therefore you are silent. Despite the warm water and steam, my head is a little cold. Not a single
Hello Yana! My name is Ilya. I decided to write to you after reading your profile on one of the sites: "Hi. My name is Yana. I'm 20. In this life, I love sex most of all. It seems to me that there is nothing more pleasant and bringing together in this life. If you agree with me and love passionate girls who are excited from a half turn, then write .And tell me what and how you want to do with me. It turns me on." My fantasy immediately worked "to the fullest", because I also consider sex to be the best thing in this life, the most interesting and strong of all possible sensations for a person. And of course, I just love passionate girls! Most of all I like girls who love sex, wind up with a half turn, like you, Yana. In my opinion, it's great when a girl knows what she needs to experience pleasure, knows how to achieve it, considers it natural and is not ashamed of it. Perhaps I will tell you a little secret - such a girl can always be distinguished from others, just one look is
His doorbell rang. Opening it, Oleg Petrovich suddenly saw his daughter's girlfriend standing outside the threshold. - Ksyusha? You! Here's a pleasant surprise! Hello! Lena, unfortunately, is not at home. Have you come to visit? - How did you leave? After all, she wrote to me that she would be at home. What should I do then? - Confused girl asked. - Come in, why are you standing outside the threshold. Should I not kick you out, since you came to visit us? Come in, come in, don't be shy. Letting Ksyusha loaded with a large travel suitcase into the apartment, he stepped aside. Taking her heavy suitcase, he hardly carried it into the hallway. - Hello, Uncle Oleg! Yes, of course, visit. Where did Lenochka go? - Didn't she write to you that this summer she was going to go to Novosibirsk to her mother? - Not. Ouch! What a pity! Lena left, and I ... appeared. What am I to do now? - Nothing. Live and all. - That's no luck! - with annoyance exclaimed the girl. - What should I
Couples who live monotonous lives often break up. And, all due to the fact that the "wife" did not want to try, and the "husband" was afraid to ask. Therefore, rarely does anyone live for at least a year, because. troubles, disputes, scandals begin in the family, and husbands in most cases go to the left. Women, by the way, are no exception. My husband is not afraid of diversity and it makes me happy, because. if I was afraid, I don’t know what would happen to our relationship. I have never considered myself one of those who, on quiet family evenings, after taking a shower, turn off the lights, go to bed and quietly do what they consider shameful under the covers. If I or my husband did this, we would probably die of boredom. Our house where we live is populated all the time by old grandmothers who watch our every step. What time did they arrive, what time did they leave. It seems that while we do not see them, they are standing behind our backs or eavesdropping at the door. I do n
It was a hot summer and everything was literally languishing from the heat. The train was approaching the Crimean coast, where everything literally breathed romance and was fragrant with blooming gardens. Natasha got off the train, where on the platform, a handsome tall man with an extraordinary appearance was waiting for her. His head was clean-shaven, extraordinarily tall with a beautifully built figure. Stylish clothes were pleasantly combined with the aroma of expensive cologne. In his hands was a huge bouquet of maroon roses and eyes full of fire met her gaze. A couple more moments and she was already bathed in his arms. Sergey picked her up in his arms and, as if in a wild dance, swirled her with the joy of meeting. Their lips have been waiting for this meeting for so long that they simply could not tear themselves away from each other. Seryozha offered to get into the car and the girl beaming with happiness, strewn with her favorite flowers, immediately went to the car. They plu
A jump... Your body flashed past me, plunged into the blue expanse of water and dissolved into the depths of the pool. The waves, calming down after such a surge, caused a surge of desire in me. I watched in fascination as your silhouette swims up to the side of the pool. The illumination from below made your body mysterious. It beckoned. And now you emerge... Wet hair flows over your shoulders, your eyes are closed, you clearly experience pleasure, freeing yourself from the captivity of water... Your hands touch the pale blue tile, you rise higher, sit on the edge, smooth your hair... The droplets flowing down gave you gentle light touches, almost imperceptible, but so pleasant. Here one drop ran down the elastic chest, the second ... How I want to drink this moisture. And here is the right one ... As if teasing me, the largest drop hung on your papilla. Another second, and she will break down, carried away to other lovely valleys of pleasure. But I won't let her go so easily. Leani
If you have no imagination, read no further! Hello dear. Let's play with you? This game has an oriental name, in translation it is called ... Yes, what's the difference in principle ... This is an amazing game, one of the sweetest love torture. And not everyone can handle it. If last time there were no winners and no losers, then this game is going according to all the rules. And here is the supreme one. Who is in charge? Let me know, because it can be dangerous... There are also toys in the game. Fearfully? Don't be afraid, these toys are for me. Look, these are "love balls", four silk cords, a narrow white silk ribbon, a fluffy feather. See, I lay down on the bed with my arms and legs outstretched? You must bind me. But I beg your mercy, my lord. Bound, I am completely defenseless, and you can do whatever you want to me. You will never feel complete power over me, but now I am your slave, and you can do whatever you want with me ... And I will have to recognize you as the mas
We went with you to the sauna... just YOU and I. We booked a suite for two, and when we got there, we saw how beautiful it was - everything around was made of wood, glass... We really like it here, and you , gently slap me on the ass and say: "Come on, undress, Mike!" I pull a light sweater over my head and you see that under it I have nothing but round and bouncing breasts. I lean over and carefully fold my sweater on the bench, my breasts swaying smoothly as I move. You have an involuntary desire to come up and take them in your hands. You gently take them in your palms, coming up behind me, noting their heaviness and velvety ... slightly squeezing, you begin to stroke. You kiss my neck, where such hot, tender and deliciously smelling skin. You even grab the hairs on my neck with your lips ... "Oh, how ticklish ... let it go ..." - I whisper, and as if by chance I press my ass against your stomach. I'm doing this on purpose, firstly because it's so sexy, and secondly, to tease you
The night was moonlit. She loved those nights. When the air is fresh and slightly cool, keeping, however, the warmth of the past summer day. When the dew that fell in the evening cools pleasantly on bare ankles. When it’s quiet, amazingly quiet, you don’t hear any conversations, no steps, no crackling of cicadas, not even the rustle of grass. Nevertheless, this silence was alive and eloquent. And the moon, silvering everything around: grass, trees, the smooth surface of the river. She stopped at a small sandy beach and kicked off her sandals. Graceful feet in turn, smoothly sank on the warm, slightly damp sand. Her gaze was at her feet, at the edge of the silver water that was washing the sand. She felt him coming. She always felt him, as he did her. There seemed to be an invisible connection between them. They understood each other without words. He approached from behind and his fingers touched her palm lightly. She did not turn around, continuing to look at the sand under her fe
You found me on the Internet. We talked about the books of Milan Kundera and Henry Miller, the philosophies of Michel Foucault and Erich Fromm, films about war and the desire to love people in spite of any grief. We met and our eyes said to each other what the lips did not dare to say. Without words, I agreed to give myself to you, to fall into your confident hands. You never once hinted at what exactly you would do with me when the bedroom doors closed behind us, but I knew that this would be an unusual sm - session. With a familiar gesture, I extended my hands to you and you snapped the handcuffs on my wrists. At first, the unpleasant cold of the metal was quickly replaced by an unexpected feeling of freedom: from that moment on, I ceased to belong to myself, you took me the way you wanted and I wanted only one thing - to dissolve in you, to be one with you, to get out of the shackles of imposed ideas, and I experienced this I was able to get off the ground and fly. You hit me
It was raining outside, she sat and looked through the steamy cafe window, sipping hot chocolate, and watched as people tried to hide from the rain. It seemed to her that it all looked funny and sometimes ridiculous. Some boy was jumping through the puddles, rejoicing in the rain, from the window opposite, trying to scold and drive home, his mother screamed, but the boy didn’t care, he was happy. Although it was autumn, it was still quite warm outside. A funny old man ran past, “... she probably thought the professor ...”, he was in a formal suit, and covered his head with a folder, he turned to the side and disappeared around the corner. On the other side of the road stood a couple in love, holding his jacket over their heads, he tried to cover her from the rain, sometimes kissing her on the lips and gently hugging her. Looking at all this, she felt somehow lonely ... but the mug was empty, and she had to return to an empty apartment, she lived alone, only her friend, the gray cat
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
- 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
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
"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
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
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
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
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.
- 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