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625 stories · Page 25It 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
Charm and anticipation has gone from their relationship, replaced by semi-legitimate cooperation. Sex, exciting and unbridled, continued to bind them, giving not joy, no, but the satisfaction of mutual dark lustful desires. She stopped dreaming. The work, as before, was interesting, the smack of obvious danger and illegality intensified the brightness of the spicy impressions she received, including sexual ones. She again lived, in obedience to habit, without joy and warmth, and once answered the call of Sergei, who systematically called her without an answer. They met, the genuine joy of the guy was transferred to her, she was surprised to understand that she missed simple, sincere, disinterested relationships. They walked and talked for a long time like in the summer, he took her hand, she did not take it away. They began to meet, rarely, carving out minutes from mutual employment. He invited her to his small bachelor apartment and timidly said that he would be happy if she did n
I wake up from some delicious smell and, waking up, stretch sweetly in bed. Then my hand falls on the other half of the unfolded sofa and does not find you there. You, my love. Only then I notice that some tapping and rattling are heard in the kitchen, obviously, you are preparing breakfast for us. Once again, stretching, chasing away sleep, I cheerfully jump out of bed onto the soft carpet. After yesterday's love joys with you, I remained completely naked. The sun is already cheerfully looking out the window, it's already about eleven. Fortunately, today is a day off and there is no need to go to work. I glance down. My cock, as usual in the morning for some reason, excitedly sticks out, shaking the bloodshot lump of the head. Without hesitation, I head to your kitchen. Turning the corner, I see a beautiful picture. You stand with your back to me and cut something on the table. You are wearing only a light short dressing gown thrown over your naked body. This sight is so seductive t
Lust varies depending on the time of day. In the evening, when you are in shape, it walks in light waves from the back of your head to your heels, slightly catching your breath. In the evening you find the best words, occasions, poses. Evening passion is multifaceted: spiritual insights freely turn into bouts of lust and vice versa, becoming indistinguishable. The world spins on the tips of the eyelashes and foams with champagne bubbles, all situations are reversible, any entrance is an exit. In the morning, everything is different. Deep sleep is like falling into a fascinating abyss, from which it is impossible to get out the same, just as it is impossible to take with you everything that you have acquired there. Therefore, having risen on a crumpled pillow, you find only a few scanty thoughts in your head - and even then they seem redundant to you. If you let them in, they will fill you completely, frightening with dullness and totality. Pinned to the floor by them, you struggle to
Uh, I often remember the circumstances of one night. But that feeling of novelty and surprise was simply no more. My wife and I decided to have a little fun in the evening. They bought some alcohol, I got a beer, they took a shampuska for my wife. So the evening should have gone like clockwork. Having taken water procedures, we settled down on the sofa. Turning on the TV with some kind of Batwa. We were destroying stocks of liquor. Which, after a hard day, soon clouded our brains well. In light hops, it was decided to look for something hot. And now lust in all its manifestations is pouring from the TV screen. From such an onslaught, my dragon moved in my pants. And I began to stroke the missus in all sorts of intimate places. She accurately calculated that I would not calmly contemplate this spectacle for a long time. I went on the offensive and began to kiss her while lowering my hand to her tender place. Which already needed a man's caress. Hops asked for more and I went kissing
- Do you know how I met my last wife? Oh, are you not interested? In vain? You will lose a lot if you don't listen to my story. Only first, let's take another hundred grams, otherwise ... However, you will understand for yourself. - Do you remember those times when scientists were out of work? Remember? One of them was me. Who at that time needed biology? Here! Here! Quite right. To no one. In general, I was left out of work, and even without a penny in my pocket. Quickly realizing that there was no sense in me, my wife, instantly oriented in the realities of what was happening, left me and went to her former classmate, who sold rags in the market. He had several stalls there. In general, unlike me unmercenary, he could provide her with a well-fed life. True, not for long. He was banged, and my ex-wife, left alone, set out to return to me, but I was already smart and sent her ... Far away. At the very case, things were not going worse, and then there she was. In general, I had a gr
The sun was slowly reddening, approaching the horizon, I could see the reflection of its rays on the sand of the beach. A cool breeze, smelling of algae, enveloped us, we were a small group of fellow students, we came after the lectures to have a little rest and swim. Last days of September, autumn. I went to the dressing room, and dreamed of jumping into warm water as soon as possible, a lady of 40 years old, in a dressing gown, was standing by the booth. Probably lived near the beach. She smelled of expensive perfume and a towel covered her face. I stood silently and waited for my turn to use the booth, the lady lit a cigarette and came close to the booth. Finally, a girl jumped out of the booth and skipped to the stairs. My neighbor entered the booth. I saw her legs through the opening between the lower edge of the booth and the boardwalk on which this booth rested, I decided that this middle-aged lady occupied the booth for a long time and turned away towards the sea ... Then I h
Among my clients there was one point in Ochakovo. Once I stop by, and the saleswoman Lyubka, a broken woman of about thirty-five, is playfully disposed. The owner of the outlet, a heavyset man, said as he left: - Be careful, I'll hold it. “But I don’t mind,” Liubka answered. After these words, I looked at her. Although, at that time, I was just in the midst of a relationship with Ksenia and I didn’t attach too much importance to Lyubkin’s statements. Although, she was pretty enough. Slim, short. A brown-haired woman with a pleasant face. I was making eyes and her partner Nina. - If I were younger, we would have stirred up with you, - she said. But Nina was painfully unattractive. But Lyubka is like that, nothing. And also builds eyes. The first time I squeezed her a day after Ksyukhin's departure. “What, people will see,” she stammered. So she teased me for two weeks. I come, she makes eyes, flirts. Like I'm young, hot. And when it comes down to it, everything is clamped.
Ignoring the screaming alarm clock, I continued to sleep on, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was half past noon on the clock. After a quick shower, I drank my favorite green tea and sat down at the computer. I needed to translate the text, but instead of opening a word document, I double-clicked to launch opera. I got in touch, followed the pop-up link to the recipe site, and there I saw a link to the dating page. Out of pure curiosity, I went to read. HE loved the rain. At least that's what he wrote. Without expecting it myself, I offered to meet. He agreed. Having carefully thought over my image, I brought beauty and called a taxi. We agreed to meet in a small restaurant called "Fantasy". At the appointed time, five minutes late, I sat comfortably in a wicker chair opposite the amazing man. He turned out to be a brown-haired man of small stature, of a dense physique. Pleasant facial features: a high forehead, green eyes bordered by black eyelashes, an aristocratic nose
Oh Natalie! The young flagellant led me to you. I adored her touching, naive, trusting ass. Many ladies love spanking, but this one was especially voluptuous. She drove me crazy with her helplessness. Her passion was discovered by accident. The girl became capricious: she wanted to go for a walk and did not let me work. Be smart, I kept saying, not looking up from the computer, go alone. I don’t want to be smart, the little girl was mischievous, I’m tired of being smart! And she pressed any letters on the cybord. Don't mess around, I said patiently, with all the severity I could muster. And what will happen? she asked, continuing to play pranks. I will punish him, I said, although I could not even imagine that in a minute I would indeed be able to confirm the threat. Tiny was quite sure that this would not happen. You? me? she laughed carelessly. Never punish! And pressing DELETE erased a large piece of text. Nothing terrible happened, the text remained in the buffer, but I was rea
- Well, what happened next? Andrey sat comfortably in an armchair next to the coffee table, on which stood a cup of fragrant, freshly brewed coffee, and looked at the bustling younger sister. For the third day, Alla was preparing to receive guests - two young people who were not indifferent to her in one way or another, but, as usual, she did not have time to do anything. The guys could come any minute, and she was still running around the house with a wet head and in some translucent panties. - And what could be there at all, - Alla lingered for a moment near the mirror, with visible pleasure once again looking at her slender figure, - Of course, Pashka tried to drag me into bed in the end. - Did it work? Especially what you are talking about. “He certainly managed to get to bed,” the girl giggled. - Even managed to get with me - I dragged him. He tried to hug me, and fell asleep - in a half-hanging position. - And you? - What about me? Do not go home alone at two o'clock in