Sex stories

She did not like to walk around the apartment in the evening without anything; at least in a t-shirt, panties, shorts, sweatpants. Was it modesty (although she didn’t look bad, although it’s good to conceal something), or just paranoia (the killer with an ax from urban legends doesn’t feel agitation when he kills) she didn’t know. In addition, she knew very well that her neighbor from the apartment on the opposite side of the house could fully see her living room.

Once my wife and I went to the parish. We had fun and the mood was great. When we walked through the forest, we often kissed and hugged. It turned us on and we were a little excited. Walking along the path through a thick thicket his wife said she wanted to pee. And a few steps away. She pulled down tight leggings and lace transparent thongs and sat down. Seeing that I was watching her, she turned slightly, so that I could see my pussy better.

My friend Mishka is a very secretive person, but his diaries could tell a lot. I often stayed overnight with him after our preparation for the exams and quietly got his diaries from the table. Well, after reading it, I put it in its place. And so, he wrote about the events of last summer, about himself as a third person ... ... Once, Mishka, having passed the session and noting his 18 years with friends, went to the south, to the warm sea, as a reward with his mother. On a hot evening, they were in a red-hot compartment and began to slowly sit in their places. In the midst of the discussion about who will sleep on the top, and who is on the bottom shelf, fellow travelers came to them in the compartment.

It happened on one hot summer night. The clock was half past twelve when I entered the car of one of the most recent electric trains going to Moscow. The carriage was empty, only in one of the seats was a girl sleeping quietly. I sat down on the opposite seat, and began to look at the only fellow traveler. In front of me, leaning her head on her handbag, lay on her side a slender blonde of small stature, with a chest size 2. In her dream, obviously, she had gone through a bout with strong drinks. She was wearing a white blouse, through which a white bra fabric shone through, as well as a black skirt to the knees. On the floor, under the seat lay her shoes. I took out a mobile phone and captured this cute sleeping creature in the photo. I gently touched my hand to her shoulder, but the girl did not wake up. Then I ran my hand over her back, reaching the ass, gently squeezing her roundness. Seeing that the girl continues to snuff, I continued to feel her little calf. After a short stroking and crushing the roundness of the companion through the clothes, I decided to get a better look at her body.

On men Alfonso often speak badly, and I agreed with this, because I believed that a normal man with self-esteem simply can not be on the content of a woman. However, I, like most people, did not take into account other conditions and features of such relationships. Think about what a man should do if he loves a rich mature woman who presents him not only with his attention and tenderness, but also with money and expensive gifts. He cannot, because of the general opinion, leave her and stop loving, a loving person is knee-deep and doesn't care about everything. At first I did not think about these nuances, and each time, seeing a strange couple where the woman was aged and the man was young, he condemned them both. My opinion would hardly have changed over time if I myself had not really felt what it was like to have a relationship with a real experienced woman, and it happened not so long ago.

Reaching the middle age, I began to think about my sexual. Recently, during rainy weather, I sat by the window and, drinking tea, thought about what was happening to me now. I am thirty years old, I have a husband, a family, I am a housewife and I am satisfied with it, but everything is so boring and monotonous - everything is the same every day, sometimes I want to howl. Sometimes, together with my husband, we go somewhere like a restaurant or a theater, but this is rare, and then, according to the laws of the genre, there must be wonderful sex, but it is not wonderful - it is normal. For several years of family life, our sex life has become so standard and banal that we no longer want to do this business. Thinking over all this, I began to recall my student years, when everything was different. I was not one of the walking girls, I didn’t participate in group sex, I didn’t change guys so often, but I still couldn’t be called boring in relations with a guy, even considering that I never went beyond the bounds of decency. One day, I still did something unusual for myself - I tried another girl. It was once, but still nice to remember about it.

The period of puberty and adulthood in each takes place in its own way. My story also has its own individual features, some of which my aunt brought into my life. I still do not know: either I’m mad at her, or be grateful to her for the fact that everything turned out so interesting. When I was 14, I already knew a lot about the close relationships between men and women. Many, but not all. Some gaps in sexual education and upbringing have played various jokes with me. But basically I knew everything. He knew what to do, what not and what to do, but risky. He knew that it was not too early to have sexual intercourse. It is necessary to wait for a full-fledged maturation of the body, to endure at least 17 years, and better to 18.

Everything written below, to the smallest details, is true. Maybe a little wrong, but true. Julia and I got to know each other in the summer camp, and as it turned out, we lived in the same city. Two weeks after the camp she was not in the city, and then she arrived ... I invited her to the river, to the sport base, prudently buying a pack of condoms. We agreed to meet on Wednesday morning at the base.

My story will not be a wonder, that is, there will be no perversions, and even most likely something like this happened to me, but I have a desire to share my story with you, while the impressions of what happened to me are still fresh. I dedicate my story to my beloved former classmate Ira, with whom fate brought me together years later and had very pleasant consequences.

I was then ten years old. I don't remember exactly now. No worries or problems to you. From early morning until late evening, they ran with the neighbors' guys on the street and played different games. Then they went to swim in the pond and play again. Sometimes with the parents or with the grandmother we went to the forest for mushrooms or berries, but this was not so often and we did it with pleasure. I knew all the forests around our village very well and of course what and where on what field it grows. We especially liked to run with the guys on the pea field, it seemed so delicious to us then.

We went with friends-neighbors to barbecue, it was already a tradition. Everything was as usual - they drank, swam, drank again. The weather was hot, so we went swimming quite often. The only difference from the previous trips was that I did not calculate my strength. For some reason this time I got drunk very quickly, and under the smiles of those present, they sent me to the house to sleep.

For two years now I have a big secret that I cannot share with anyone, and it’s so difficult to keep it inside of myself and not have the opportunity to share neither my happiness nor my problems. I can not tell about my personal life to anyone, parents categorically should not know about my personal life, and I can only tell my friends something superficial, but no one knows the truth. The fact is that my personal relations are not quite normal, but to be honest, for the whole society they are not at all normal, although this does not stop me at all. I do not care and I do not care, I just love and love, and everything else is absolutely not important, only I do not want to keep it all in myself, I am oppressed by that state of mystery that I have to keep. The only way to relieve your soul is to share your love story anonymously.

I do not know how others, but I always liked adult women, even women are much older than me. When I was very young and had no concept of sex at all, I was gazing at beautiful adult aunts. Not yet aware of this natural hidden desire, I sometimes just melted when a truly beautiful woman came across my eyes somewhere. And then, as a teenager, when I began an active process of puberty and I already knew and understood everything, I secretly dreamed about how I had sex with one aunt, then with another. As an adult, I realized that in such women I was attracted not only by their beauty and sexuality, but also by the fact that they know how to look so gorgeous at their age, that they really like a green kid. I especially liked such women who managed to survive to the age of 50 so well that they look like a maximum of 30 years.

In words, most people are decent people who do not allow themselves too much and lead a purely traditional life and even in sex, but in fact everyone has little secrets that are associated with sexual pleasure. Each has its own characteristics and preferences, and most of these preferences are a personal secret, I am not an exception. I personally can not tell anyone about my prank in my youth, no matter how much I want to, but I want to tell, so I chose an anonymous method, that is, I’m going to tell everything here and I think you will like my story.

- Lida, will you manage yourself with such a mob? - Oleg asked. His wife, Lydia Arkadyevna: a stout woman, a little over forty, continued to busily pack her things in a big bag. Today she was going to go to a country house, which a couple of months ago unexpectedly went to her family. Together with her, the son Andrei went with his best friend Kostya, and her own nephews Sasha and Sergey. Of the older family members, no one else was able to go with them, so the entire responsibility fell on one single woman.

At first, I also just fantasized, but turned up the case. My father went to rest on his vacation and my mother and I were left alone. I bought exciting drops for women at the pharmacy, as the pharmacist told me. In the evening I added all the drops to one cup of tea (although I was told at the pharmacy that this would be enough for three doses) because I was not sure that it would work. Then I went to my room, a couple of hours later I went to her and saw that she was lying in her bed, I went to her and asked whether she was sleeping or not, she replied that she was just beginning to fall asleep, I asked if she wanted to I was massaging her legs, there was nothing unusual about this, since her legs constantly hurt and I usually massage her like a loving son.

Anya divorced her husband two years ago and now lives with her son Vitya. He is 18 years old, and his mother is 36. More recently, a woman began to pay close attention to her son. A couple of years ago, when we lived with a spouse, anyone in the family could walk around the apartment to the floor undressed, and no one paid attention to it, and then summer, and Anna offered her son to walk around the apartment, without belongings. Vitya himself was not against it. One day, one fine morning, the son woke up and saw a fascinating picture.

Elena has been working at this company for two years. She was very pleased with the work itself, and communication in the team and, which very rarely happens, with her salary. She settled here by accident, delivering a package of documents instead of a sick courier at the request of her former manager. That day there was a terrible downpour in the street, rivers of water poured from the black skies and turned the pavements into mountain rivers. She got out of the service car and ran at a run, hiding from a plastic folder from the rain, but still got wet through. When she entered the office of the firm she needed, she looked like a woman bathed in clothes. The fabric of her office dress became transparent from the water and all the male workers poked out of their nest-sections to admire her figure in erotic underwear, whistling in delight. "Well, hid in the hole, and work !!! And now I'll postpone the report for tomorrow! ”- Elena heard a terrible cry. She turned gratefully and saw a woman of about 40-45 years old, in a strict suit. “Do you need something?” She asked Elena, in a much warmer and more pleasant voice. Helen was surprised by this quick transition from a terrible roar, from which even the men hid in their shells, to an almost gentle and kind voice. “Yes, I need a director of your company, I have to give him a package of documents,” Elena replied, and the woman gave her a hand and invited her to follow her.

Timka turned on the water in the bathroom and, carefully closing the door, tiptoed to the hall door. He once again watched his father fuck his mother hard and his heart beat beating fast. Still, after Timkin's mother was a woman in the juice. She was 38 years old and she was pregnant! Timkin's sister was with her grandmother, and he gave the last session of the first year of university ...

I'll start in order. At that time I was 19 years old, I had a boyfriend as a friend, let's call him Kostya. He was about 2 years younger than me, but we were friends and I was a frequent guest at his home. He lived with his mother Olga and father Alexander. Olga is an ideal woman. Red long hair, about 37 years old, height about 170, slender, with a smart figure, attractive round ass and a magnificent breast. I liked her since our family settled next door. Olga often came to visit my mother, and sometimes in a rather flirty way. That in a skirt with a cut to mid-thigh, then in a short house dressing-gown. I glanced at her and she noticed it, but did not hide her merits, but on the contrary, showed them off display. He sits in the kitchen, talking to his mother, and his very leg is on the leg, the floors of his robe will part so that you can see the ass. The eye does not take. I think she had a lot of fans, and she used it, because her husband Sasha, to put it mildly, abused alcohol, constantly, as I do not see him - drunk. I addressed Olga in no other way than “Aunt Olya”, she smiled in response and said, “Well, what kind of aunt am I, I am still young”. We often talked to her, spoke in the youth language, and it was easy to talk with her on any topic.