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625 stories · Page 24She met him in a bar, where she went because she had nothing to do, she was sad and had nowhere to go from the thoughts that haunted her. It was a muscular handsome man, thoroughbred, like a stallion. His raven-black hair fell in waves over his shoulders. The jaws quivered under the stubble of unshaven cheeks. The white T-shirt only emphasized the tan and beautiful body to the best of pumped up muscles. Blue jeans were tight around the narrow buttocks, emphasizing everything that their owner wanted to highlight. He sat at the bar and occasionally with a bored look, cast a glance at the strip show dancers. Kate sat down beside him and lightly touched the stranger's beautiful, as if chiseled hand. He reluctantly turned his head and cut blue blades of cold eyes, jerked his hand away, showing that he was not interested in her person. This offended the girl, and she accepted the challenge. Defiantly, she turned away from the icy handsome man and started a heart-to-heart conversation with a
Some obsession came over me. Some unknown force seized me, my eyes filled with lead, and I fell asleep. I sleep. And I see a dream... Smiling joyfully, you stepped out of the water and dried yourself dry with a thick terry towel. Before you had time to sit on the grass next to me, when suddenly next to you in some incomprehensible way were two strong, slender, completely naked young Negroes. Bewilderment, fear and a strong desire seized you. One of them walked up to you, grabbed your silky soft hair tightly with a muscular hand, and pulled your head down. You could not keep your feet, and knelt down in front of him. A large, black and thick member began to raise his head. The Negro, continuing to hold your hair tightly, took the cock at the base with his other hand and slowly brought it to your lips. Your fear and desire simultaneously became huge, your eyes closed, and your tongue began to feel and lick a large dark head. One of your hands began to caress his balls, covered with s
Do I have a dream? Fantasy, a kind of "Paradise on Earth"? - you ask, gentlemen. Difficult question, but I'll try to answer... It will probably be an island. Such a small island. Greenery, sun, sea. A small house with verandas, bedrooms with huge beds, a hall with armchairs, sofas, a huge TV with 2-3 round-the-clock porn channels (no perversions, BDSM and other nonsense, only "pretty", only "bliss, tenderness and passion")! Beautiful pool, sun loungers, fruits, light drinks and... Ladies! Different, but all amazingly beautiful, sexy! No, I don't want to be their master or their slave. I just want to be with them and give them pleasure! Long, passionate and insatiable. Devour them with your eyes, admire their beauty, kiss their bodies, inhale their divine scent, touch their skin, hair, holes and bulges... and, of course, fuck them. All this I call sex. So, morning. The sun's rays break through the foliage and enter the bedroom. Illuminate the walls, the floor, the huge bed. I wake
Snow fell on the city of Ch-ts, mixed with rare autumn leaves, which by this time had not yet had time to fly around everything. He fell asleep in a rather lousy and dirty street, circled in the yellow light of rare street lamps, buried a downed cat lying on the side of the road under him. It was 11 pm and I was trying to get to the avenue to take the bus there. The road led me past the central city park. I raised my head and saw the vague outlines of a ferris wheel against the sky, because of the falling snow it seemed that it was gently swaying under the gusts of wind. Once upon a time, I admired the views of our city opening from it. For some reason I really wanted to jump... But then I began to visit here less and less often, the park fell into disrepair - perestroika gave people new opportunities for cultural recreation. Now I assumed that there was not a single living soul in the park, except, perhaps, a watchman or a maniac, which we had in extremely small numbers in the Volog
A serene sunny June morning turned into torrential rain by noon. Sergey and Yulia, who decided to go shopping that day in order to buy the necessary things for the upcoming vacation at sea, fell under a heavy downpour. In the morning, when they were getting ready, it never crossed their minds to take an umbrella with them, the weather was so beautiful. And now the rain overtook them suddenly, soaking to the skin. It was now useless to hide from the rain, and the house was already nearby, so they cheerfully joked, walked through the puddles, waving shopping bags. They ran into the porch snorting and brushing themselves off. Already on the stairs, Julia remembered that she had promised to go to the neighbor below and, thinking that if she didn’t look at her now, then she definitely wouldn’t do it later, she said ... Seryozha, you go, I’ll look at Masha for a minute . After handing the bag to her husband, she rang the bell at the neighbor's door. Sergei quickly went up to his floor. Ent
The day started as usual. I went to a restaurant to have breakfast and met my old friend there. He was having breakfast there with his colleague and, after introducing me to Jenny, invited me to join them. The conversation over the meal began with generalities, but soon turned to our absent spouses. Jenny, speaking of her husband, remarked that she and her husband were married in a common-law marriage and that they adhered to the rules not to prevent each other from seeing other people. Dave was very conservative and, besides, only recently married, and such a frank statement embarrassed him. Soon he remembered about the unfinished work and excused himself and left. Jenny and I were left alone. We had a few drinks and began to discuss our sexual preferences quite frankly. Jenny leans forward and whispers, "Do you remember how much you wanted to fuck when you were puberty? That's how I feel all the time." By now I had a strong erection. I said that I really liked panties, and that n
Stanislav Sergeevich watched the entrance to the office from the window of his office. He often did this in order to scold the guards who lazily strolled at the entrance and flirted with passing employees. A similar picture was happening now: the security guard enthusiastically glued the girl waiting at the entrance, not an employee. The silhouette of the stranger was exciting: a straight back, a thin waist, tied with a cloak belt, slender legs in boots, blond straight hair. S.S.'s face was not visible. An obtuse elderly manager came out of the door. pharmacy point, who does not know how to keep financial records, was reprimanded and heavily fined for this by order of S.S. A minute ago, he personally asked for an appointment with the owner of a pharmaceutical company, asked him for something, but the busy S.S., having listened to him half-heartedly, did not cancel his order for a fine. The girl rushed to the old man: a serious, smart, worried, beautiful face. She hugged the man and h
The 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
And if you take and discard all prohibitions? What if one day you wake up in a world where all erotic desires are allowed and, besides being allowed, they are also easily fulfilled ... What if all the prohibitions are really just an illusion? So I reasoned, thinking about what I would like to experience in my sex life ... I never liked vulgarity, all these cheap porn divas with their unnatural "Ya!", "Ya!" ... Why so much vulgarity in such a wonderful genre as erotica? Or vile blacks - well, I do not like blacks - they have limited intelligence! How I do not like fat, white-skinned, pimply, vulgar, jerky ... Why is it always like this in erotica? Why is there no mystery, beauty, intimacy in it? After all, a short skirt does not mean attractive. Something completely different is attractive ... A girl in a veil is much more desirable if she is dressed correctly and presented in the right light ... Having discarded all prohibitions, I began to explore what I really wanted to exp
Coldly. Outside the window is the bright April sun, and all the puddles have long dried up, but I'm cold. Beautiful girls walk outside the window, exposing their long slender legs for everyone to see. Even if in the summer on the beach these legs do not turn out to be so long and slender, now, after the cold slush and heaps of nostril sick snow, they still arouse admiration. And I'm cold. Now I understand the unfortunate drunkards who unsuccessfully try to drive out this cold with the help of alcohol. It's useless. I don't drink, but I can tell you for sure that even if I'm drunk, I won't get warm. It would be great if some pretty young lady suddenly came into my entrance, climbed the not very clean stairs and rang the bell at my door. I would ask who is there, and she would say that her name is ... well, let's say Lena is the most common name - and she really wants to get to know me. But that won't happen. It won't, because I'm not wanted by the pretty girls in miniskirts pa
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
There is nothing more mysterious and mysterious than a ridiculous sculpture of a pissing woman. And there is nothing more beautiful than relaxing to watch from the sidelines behind the opus of a pissing wife, girlfriend, or completely unfamiliar lady. And indeed, the statue of the bust of a pissing pava itself is nothing but a thinker, like a doctor of physical and mathematical sciences, crouched in the tormented expanses of a small-sized kitchen over his dissertation. Like a flexible circus gymnast trying to fit her head into a small suitcase, and even stretch out in it, so that it would be comfortable to lie down and turn around from time to time. Look at all this and you will be amazed! How many different nuances need to be foreseen: for example, how to wipe the working surface of the billiard table later, what to put under the French balcony, how to put everything in place and so that nothing comes out, does not wrap up, does not come out where it is not necessary, and where it i
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