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625 stories · Page 28She wanted to invite a photographer. But not just a photographer. She already had a lot of ordinary pictures ... But recently she came across a site on the Internet, where amateur photos of naked girls were collected. And she suddenly really wanted to have such pictures too, only to have her in the frame. Or maybe even more she wanted to feel how it is - to pose in front of the camera completely naked. She was sure that the pictures should be good. Blonde, with a short haircut, blue eyes, short, slender, what else do you need? It was up to the photographer. A friend advised her to contact one guy. They say he’s good at shooting, and he doesn’t stick to models. Moreover, some, they say, even began to pester him during especially intimate filming, but nothing came of it - a real professional. This is what she needed. After all, she was not going to demonstrate her charms in front of the camera for sex, she just wanted beautiful photos. And then the day X came. She bought new black la
Excitement shakes me, like before the first date. Although where is it, my first ... But today... Today everything is completely different. Our meeting is covered with medieval romance and heady madness. I'm going to your hotel, where you came specially for a few hours to see me. All you have in your pocket is change and a ticket for the return bus. I know it. I know even more. I know almost everything about you: your fears and your joys, your dreams and your erogenous zones. And yet you don't know anything about me except my name. I go to the door and knock on it with a prearranged signal. - Come in! - This voice trembles in anticipation of our meeting. I open the door and look into the room. Everything is correct. The lights are off, the curtains are down. This hotel room was not chosen by chance, the bed is positioned so that you can only see my silhouette, but not my face. - Ira, I'm here! Stupid. I know perfectly well where the bed is on which you are now lying. In
- Do you love me? - It seems that we agreed not to ask such stupid questions ... There is no love. - Okay. Differently. Do you like me? - You may like your favorite shirt, and a new mobile ... - You don’t love, you don’t like me ... Then nothing keeps you near me ... But I'm around... This is how every morning started. She, lying next to him, drew inconceivable patterns on his skin with her finger. She didn't need anything else. Only he and that's all ... Without him, she did not imagine her life at all. Maybe it was stupid, but he was the meaning of her life. And he looked at the ceiling, thinking that today was another difficult day. It seemed that nothing bothered him, even the girl lying next to him, the one near whom he wakes up for the hundredth or thousandth morning. Nothing connected them. Is that the bed ... But, "sex is not a reason for dating", is not it? They lived together in an apartment that belonged entirely to him. She came home every day in fear
On a sunny May morning, his feet stepped on the already hot Voronezh soil, and his gaze touched her, passing over her beautiful body, literally devouring her from head to toe ... God, it flashed through his head how beautiful your creation is sometimes. Seeing the smile on her face, he said hello to her, and his lips reached out to her, hers parted to him in response: definitely, there is no sweeter lips than hers. Her beautiful legs were covered with dark black stockings, and her gaze devoured the hollow between her large breasts, whose forms protruded so sweetly, and, looking at them, it pleasantly caught her breath, imagining her penis between them, lovely, but when will he touch them? ..Thinking so, they reached the taxi, and sitting in the back seat, again indulged in caresses. God, how beautiful her hands are. Here is the house, the sun, the entrance. Rise, door, lock, kiss and here it is, the house, now they are already together. Hands reaching out to her, he no longer has the
It was a warm summer evening. We sat around the campfire and reminisced the whole day, as we climbed the hills with big backpacks on our backs. We pitched our tents by a small river and sat by the fire and drank beer. It was warm and there were practically no mosquitoes. There were four of us. My girlfriend and her boyfriend invited us, perhaps for the company, or perhaps they had something in mind ... When it was almost dark and the bright white stars scattered across the sky, our friends, having wished us good night, went to the tent and now only occasionally a giggle was heard from there and the rustle of a camping blanket. Today I saw you for the first time, you turned out to be not as handsome as your friend described you, but there was something charming, eye-catching in you. Having opened one more bottle of beer and enjoying the beauty of nature around us, we talked about abstract topics. Meanwhile, the beer gradually began to hit our heads, and soon we were laughing without h
Lena looked forward to the day of her interview with her new employer with trembling excitement. She has been looking for a job for a long time, but all to no avail. And now she was offered the vacancy of a secretary and with such tempting conditions that she began to prepare for the meeting from the very morning. She took a bath, blow-dryed her long blond locks, and ironed her suit. Lena had good taste and liked to dress well. She wore high-quality underwear, belts and stockings that other women do not like so much. Her wardrobe included elegant evening dresses and light summer sundresses. But that day, she wanted to look elegant and business-like, so she decided that a blouse and a formal suit would come in handy. She dressed her slender legs in stockings with elastic bands. She was told that he would have arrived by 20:00 pm and given the address of the firm's office. She found the address without any problems and at the appointed time she was already standing at the door. Sighi
Friday evening ... She still has so much to do .... For the evening they invited guests - a married couple with whom they had been connected by almost 15 years of pleasant acquaintance. How many years have they been together! We went to the theater together, celebrated the New Year, went to visit each other on occasion and without any reason. So today they agreed to meet, chat and exchange impressions after the summer holidays. So much more to do! The refrigerator at home was empty. She loved to cook only for guests, perceiving everyday standing at the stove as a mockery, or torture, or just a waste of time. Having run into the store and bought everything she needed, she barely made it home with two bags. Having only managed to throw bags of groceries to her husband and short instructions on what to do with them, she slipped into the bath and began the laborious procedure of bringing herself into her proper form. Less than an hour before the arrival of the guests, she had to sign
Lying on the bed, he recalled how he, then still a young lieutenant with a slender athletic figure, was intensely pecked at by the bored wives of his senior colleagues in the garrison. Having unsuccessfully landed on a parachute, during the exercises, he severely sprained the ligaments in his leg and, for a long time, got stuck in a hospital bed. He lay on the bed for two weeks, literally languishing from idleness. Every two days he was regularly visited by the head of the medical service, Major Nikolayeva, a beautiful thirty-year-old woman with plump cherry lips and a bright blush on her cheeks. He blushed painfully and trembled with embarrassment, shivering and trying to somehow hide the shamelessly protruding cock when she examined his sore leg. This was repeated every time she came, and he calmed down, thinking that she did not notice his aroused flesh. Once, when it got warmer and the snow instantly melted, he lay with anguish listening to the sparrows chirping stunned outsi
That day, despite the good weather, I did not make any attempts to get out of bed, which Katya was very happy about, since this completely coincided with her desires. We basked in our cozy bed until the evening, smoothly turning into night. We caressed, made love, played with each other, massaged each other, took turns going to the kitchen for various goodies and fed each other with them, making love again ... Katya was lying against the wall, and I stroked her with my hand, burying my nose in her shoulder, while enjoying her smooth velvety skin and her scent. But then she lifted the blanket with her hand and began to climb over me. - Where are you going? I asked. "To the toilet," she replied. I bent my knees, preventing her from climbing further, pulled her by the arms and she, having lost her points of support, collapsed right on top of me. - I want to pee, - Katya said playfully plaintively, - my pipishka really wants to do another wet business. “Not a business, but a busi
You and I traveled around Europe. In Italy, we stopped for a few days in Naples, in this ancient city, on the shores of the Gulf of Naples of the Tyrrhenian Sea. Having rented a hotel room, we wandered through the narrow ancient streets and admired the architectural monuments. I was dressed in a miniature top that barely covered my breasts and short white shorts. During our trip, I managed to get a tan, and you were pleased to notice that the men passing by cast furtive glances at me. Still would! My legs could drive anyone crazy! :)) It's hot outside, you just can't breathe! Having wandered around enough, we return to the hotel. There are air conditioners in the room and therefore you don’t feel the heat that melts the cobbled pavements outside, the heat that hangs over the ancient city at this time of the year does not penetrate here. The walk tired us a little and now, a little tired, but overwhelmed with impressions, we sit in easy chairs in the room and lazily think about how we s
Friendly advice: it is best to read this story alone and to good slow music, giving free rein to your imagination. Also, enable full screen mode on your browser. They entered a small but very comfortable one-room apartment. She immediately threw her purse on the floor and wearily sank down on the large double bed covered with a pink silky bedspread that matched the color of the walls. And he loudly fiddling with a bunch of keys in his hand went to the kitchen. From there, after a while, he was heard: “What are you going to do? Tea, coffee? Cocoa, unfortunately, is not here, but I think there is sugar. Or is it not sugar? ..." Meanwhile, she sat cross-legged and with She gazed at the tiny room with interest. In addition to a chic bed in the middle, there was a table, a couple of chairs, a wardrobe and a heavy antique dressing table with a huge mirror. There was a thick fleecy carpet on the floor, and a night-light with a pink lampshade hid in the corner. The windows were hung with lig
I was 22 at the time and he was 21. Having invited him to my home, I did not stand on ceremony, but immediately took him to my bedroom. At first, we chatted, laughed, joked, kissed ... For me, it's a common thing, with a kiss, to caress a guy wherever I get it! But for him it was the first time, he said the phrase that he was not ready. I thought, does he really expect sex? Hmm... yes... so open. Although it was necessary to count on sex. Turned out he was a virgin! I had almost everything, but never had sex with a virgin! Without hesitation, I decided to tease him, but after starting a game, I started playing myself. I climbed on top of him and threw him on the bed, I began to move on him, rubbing against his penis, which protruded so much through my jeans. I began to slowly unzip my fly, he was breathing so intermittently. It made my head spin. I took out his penis and began to smoothly move my hand from the head of his penis to the base, I felt the lubricant come out of it,
When I returned from vacation, I was immersed in work. Even sometimes there was not enough time to rest. The girls came to sit in the reading room and get ready for classes. I could only occasionally exchange a few phrases, and if they coincided with my lunch, then drink a cup of tea together and chat for half an hour. On one of those days, Vera stayed with me for lunch. After the summer holidays, we didn’t really talk to her like that. I began to tell her about myself, and she opened her mouth in surprise, listened attentively and was surprised. Such attention to my stories always excited me, and I continued. Then Vera asked me: - Do you often run naked at work? - After the last incident with you, never - I answered. - For the whole summer, - Vera was surprised. - Yes, and who would have replaced me at the desk, because you were not there, and I alone was burning here from the heat - I answered. Vera was silent for a moment, but something haunted her. Looking at me, a blus
At one party, in honor, it seems, of my friend's birthday, I met a girl. From the very beginning, I did not want to start any serious relationship. I thought... take a break at the disco, have some fun at some party. I like to splurge, who doesn’t like it, especially since the girl was not spoiled, her poor parents could not adequately support their offspring, maybe it sounds ugly, but I can’t find other words, and she couldn’t find a good job . The girl could not afford cool parties and fashionable sessions. A modest, but always neat look, is unlikely to hook any guy from the crowd. I had extra money, albeit a little, advanced friends who were frequenters of expensive discos and clubs, in general, everything for a complete respite. I approached her, not knowing where to start the conversation, lightly hugging her waist, I felt under a light dress, her body not formed by age. I don’t know how many seconds my numbness lasted, but it seems like a lot. My unexpected tetanus was interrup
This is a real story that happened to me and I'm just glad that now I know how wonderful it is to be a girl in a man's arms. I will not go into details when I felt that a girl. Girls as sexual partners ceased to excite me a long time ago, but their natural data captured me completely and the further the more I like it, what beautiful underwear they wear panties, stockings, peignoirs, just beauty. So over time, repeating and watching this beautiful human race, I learned to use cosmetics, removed all hair from my body, keep a diet, manicure, pedicure, and I just can’t tear myself away from the mirror, my height is 180 cm, weight 68 kg ., thin waist, round ass, the only thing is that I looked like this only at home, my work does not allow me to open up, this is simply unacceptable. I like to watch porn movies, I have always envied these actresses how they are used, they are ordered to crawl doggystyle, wag their ass, caress their holes, vagina, anus, suck huge phalluses and with what
Recalling one of the many sweet moments when I was a woman... I have often changed into women's clothes (bought with my meager stipend), but I have never left the apartment. And finally decided. I took a shower, put on my best makeup, put on a blond wig. Stick on false nails. Slowly, with taste, I pull on stockings, fasten them to a narrow belt, put on a short skirt. A bra, a long-sleeved blouse... it seems everything! I look in the mirror. Class! What an exciting first outing! Heart bursting from chest! Here sideways, I go down the stairs from the third floor, I stand at the front door of the entrance, I listen ... quietly. Cautiously, with trembling hands, I open the door... I went out. The street is dark and deserted. I hesitate at the entrance, but I already want more. I'm walking, I went around the corner of the house ... Go further? There is no one, but suddenly someone comes out of the entrance? I make up my mind ... I turn around the house and go, with short ste
It is strange to write about what happened to me, it seems, quite recently. Two years ago I was a man. More precisely, I was a woman, but in a male body. And finally, something happened that I sought for a very long time and very persistently. I did the surgery!!! Now I have a beautiful vagina, elastic breasts, a round protruding ass! What a thrill!!! As soon as the rehabilitation period passed (and it flew by unnoticed in preparations for the first real sex), I ran into a problem ... where, how, with whom? The answer came by chance, in the face of my neighbor. She knew everything about me - somehow I, dressed in a "fucking" dress, in stockings and with a cool make-up, ran into her on the street. It was night, and I was walking in the hope of "taking off" when at the bus stop, where I was sitting cross-legged, Katya came up to me and shot a cigarette. I treated her, and then she recognized me. We went to my place, drank, talked. I told her everything, and somehow she immediat
Orgasm control. Teaching the submissive to cum on command. First of all, let's define what we are talking about. Orgasm control consists of two basic elements. The first is teaching the submissive to delay orgasm until it is resolved by the Dominant. The second, much more sophisticated technique is to train the submissive to experience orgasm on command, usually verbalized, without the physical stimulation normally required for sexual release. Why is such training necessary? In a word: for control. The relationship between the Dominant and the submissive is based on the transfer of power, and the submissive has few things as intimate to give to the Dominant as his own orgasm. If the submissive can orgasm, takes control of himself, and manages this aspect of his life intelligently, giving the dominant the right to orgasm can bring a depth to the relationship that is hard to imagine. By transferring control, the submissive is convinced on a sensual level of how much his body belo
Characters: Katya is a miniature blonde of 36 years old, practically with a girlish body, a high-ranking leader, married, a resident of a large city, strict with her subordinates, the burden of responsibility presses both at work and in the family. Unknown - a guy of average height, fit build, owner of a small car service, 37 years old, calm character, married, loves power over women, a resident of the same city. Katya stood in the middle of the park, admiring the lush greenery and awakening nature, waiting for the unknown person whom she agreed to meet on the site after a short correspondence. - Greetings, object Katya No. 9995; A slap on the ass, covered in a white dress, turned out to be unexpectedly ringing and attracted the attention of passers-by. She gasped in surprise and turned around. Next to the contented smirk was a Russian smart guy, barely as tall as her (after all, she was wearing her favorite shoes with 10 cm heels). - Let's go - the guy said and confidently
I was told this story of hers (once, under a very good drunk) by my very good friend, with whom at the time of work at the company we had some pleasant confidential (but not long-term close ones, unfortunately - three times with camouflage after a working day on the occasion of some - some holidays on a little drunk do not count, of course, but both caught euphoria) relationship at one time and with whom we worked in one good foreign company. Elvira worked as the chief economist, practically, which meant financial director, I am the only lawyer in the company. Elya, who was 36 years old then, and I am 30, I must say, in our company, was probably the most proud and not giving married young woman with two offspring, although other women of all ages unceremoniously got rid of completely in our sabantuis, pushing them apart without any problems legs and getting all the pleasures from male members, even dancing naked on banquet tables, moving food along the edge. Everyone fucked each othe