Sex stories

Three men sat in the living room and enjoyed a drink and talk. The sunlight tried to penetrate the glimpses in the heavy curtains and the meeting was more like a secret meeting than a meeting of three brothers. “So, are you going to marry her, or not?”

Having finished with cosmetics, Katka in thongs and in a topic through which excited nipples shone through, came out of the bathroom, straightening her hair, which was still slightly damp and curling over her shoulders. I walked along the corridor, entered the room, and froze for a couple of seconds in surprise. In the middle of the room stood Vova, in which the mother gave birth, with her arms slightly apart, in a greeting gesture. A faint grin played on his face, and it was all a bit unusual. He was very well built, fit and strong, his chest muscles and chiseled press made his body sexy and attractive.

Kira, young and very attractive, came to visit her grandmother. The hot summer began, and the holidays are a good excuse to rest from the city rush, in a distant village. River, fresh air, forests and fields will benefit her. Jogging and swimming naked pleased her every morning. Nobody around, she is alone, why not. After such a procedure, I decided to sunbathe a little, also naked. The sun had already gone well into the sky and began to burn well.

Hello dear readers Sexytales! =) You can call me Vlad! An interesting story from the already distant 2002! Great were the times! Six months before this event, I said goodbye to the “boyishness” and proudly considered myself a man. But this may be another time. And what I tell happened in the fall. My city K. at this time is quite chilly and gray. The administration of that time (I really do not know who they were) was mainly engaged in their own enrichment, rather than leisure of their citizens. Especially teens, whom I was in essence. Therefore, from the entertainment we had the choice is not rich.

The plane gained altitude, and she prayed to God that it would all end quickly. Although what is over? This is her job. She argued and ... lost. And was forced to become a flight attendant. She hated flying. It was an honor to work for this elite airline, but not for her. Getting here was not difficult. She had all the data for this. Growth, long hair, beautiful face. When she went to the salon, all the men wanted her. But she didn’t care much about it. She had sex twice in her life. At school and on the first date, and both times the men were miserable. So many novels about the virtues of orgasm, so many hours of porn, and things are still there - she was not excited.

This is another story of the adventures of the singer Nana (from "Hot fan"). Written to order. The holiday was fun. Despite the fact that tonight's concert, the birthday of the boss has not been canceled. This is holy. Nana did not drink the supportive, only sipped a little, so as not to offend the birthday man. All the others noted nicely, alcohol flowed like a river. The hero of the occasion was all the time near Nana. She always knew what he liked, and now, after drinking a lot of sake, Satoru looked at her all the hotter, more and more often kept her eyes on her.

Mid July. The sun scorches mercilessly. Fortunately, there is a playground of the USSR times hidden in the shadow of century-old lindens and oaks on the outskirts of the city recreation park. I sat in a shady cool on an old bench and tried to read some kind of book in a soft cover. It was a weekday and there were few people in the park. The bulk of the population escaped from the heat in nearby reservoirs or rushed to the sea. Well, my son and I decided to stay in the city and retire in the park, on an old but fully

A series of stories with fictional characters and events, with a general introductory description of the characters and the environment, with a detailed description of non-standard situations and motivation of the characters in order to present a psychological game. When Sergey was 25, he settled in a large and solid company. His department of six people sat in a separate office. Since there were problems with the office space, the secretary of the head of a large division of this company was sitting in the same office with him. Her name was Anastasia. At that time she was 23. Young, quite a pretty brunette with dark skin. She loved to talk on the phone for a long time and without a word, and she pretty much got out of many of her colleagues. She seemed quite nice to Sergei, so he even tried to flirt with her, sometimes calling for dinner together. But it did not have much success, so he began to lose interest in her. The only thing left was irritation from her sometimes through a chur of loud telephone conversations, while other people needed to focus and do their work. So three years passed, then Sergey successfully changed jobs, moving to a good management position at another company. Two more years of work there and Sergei got good acquaintances and accumulated quite good capital in order to open his own business. So in 30 years, he becomes CEO of his still small company. Things are going very well. In two years, this is a small but strong and stable company. *** He is now 32 years old. He is pleased with himself, he has done a good job, he understands that. Having never had much success with women, Sergey decides that his financial condition will help to fix it. He looks good, attends a fitness room, dresses well. But the work takes a lot of time and energy. He does not want a serious relationship, but rather some kind of relationship at will. Only when he wants. And the idea of ​​how this can be organized quickly comes to his mind, tired of working Friday afternoon. He is sitting in his office in a black cloth chair. He did not like the skin, he was hot in it. Sergey turns in his hand a glass of expensive Scotch whiskey, which he liked to drink in small quantities on Friday evenings. Sometimes he did it with colleagues, and, with absolutely anyone, if by that time she was at her workplace. But now he is alone. Closing his eyes, he mixes a burning, oily liquid in his mouth, trying to fully experience the taste of a thirty-year-old scotch. He swallows and chews his crumbled oak aftertaste with pleasure.

I am twenty two years old. My name is Lucie. I will say right away, this is not a female name. This is abbreviated from "Lucifer". And my parents are very far from religion. It's just that my mother really likes this name. Now, about my mom. I love her very much, and I am a very exemplary son. Or rather, my dad and I adore her. But, mom has girlfriends. And this will be devoted to my story. My mother is around forty, but you will never give her more than thirty. Likely, good genes and a lot of sport. Her friends are appropriate. Everyone looks very good. If I had the opportunity, I would fuck them all, and I am very selective in women. I do not like girls who hang themselves around my neck. I love the chase and the riddle to fuck my brain, so much so that as many sparks flew.

- Not! You are welcome! Just not the rod! After each of my words, I passionately kissed her foot. Nude Oksana tenderly looked at me and laughed with slight surprise, putting her foot under my kisses. - You are welcome! I beg you! Anything but a rod! I really was afraid of the rod. Sometimes, when I was brutally excited and well attached, she could be tolerated and even found something interesting in the whipping process. The gag also helped a lot - it was possible to bite him when another blow fell on my ass. But it was never an easy thing. Today I was not ready for this. - Give me a belt? Oh please! The rest is all you want!

The morning was nervous. And the reason was serious. In the near future, the batteries in the cameras will sit down. Yes, powerful, but the cameras are equipped with motion sensors and record only when there is this movement, but they are not bottomless and time is already coming. And I never got close to my goal. Of course, I have many hours of high-quality sex video with my neighbor, and with her sister, watching which you can jerk off until the member is erased. But I did not want this. Nadya is my priority, and in this direction I did not achieve anything.

After being close to Primo, Guy went to the bedroom’s balcony, scooped up a cup of wine from a bronze jug and, sitting comfortably in an armchair, began to admire the beautiful view of his garden and Rome stretching beyond its walls. He was pleased with himself, the day was definitely a success. Today’s conversation with my brother was the best possible, now there is a rough action plan on how to save property and family members if it becomes dangerous in Rome. Primy's mouth ... - how long has he been waiting for this. It would seem, so what? Had another slave - not the first and not the last - so what? But there was something. Some kind of pride, satiety and complacency. So, probably, the cat feels, at last has come to cream. He intends to enjoy this cream in full.

Dear readers of my stories in story 40, I will try to describe to you one of my sexual adventures. For those who are not familiar with my work in a few words I will remind myself. My name is Ilona. I am 24, and so simple Ukrainian girl. Of medium height, slim, with dark hair and breasts of the second size. It is quite nice and attractive. And now I'll start my story.

This happened when I studied at the institute. I am from a provincial city, and studied in a major regional center. I had acquaintance and friendship with guys, but it didn’t come any further than kisses and tiskings. There were acquaintances and hobbies at school and at the institute. In the second year, I had a permanent “young man” with whom we had a long talk and who was four years older than me, but he was only two years older. In the intima, I also did not allow full sex. We certainly spent the night together, but in terms of sex were only mutual affection and oral on my part. They tried it anally a couple of times, but it didn’t work and, at that, they stopped these experiments. In general, we planned to get married after my graduation from the institute and then already do “everything for an adult."

Recently washed steps slid, as if smeared with petroleum jelly. And here is Vaseline, Vaseline is everywhere. I swore to myself. And why only obeyed my mother. She believed that being a urologist was beneficial and prestigious. It is easier with men. It may be prestigious: in the local clinic to my office the largest queue. Most of the representatives of the stronger sex. But what about profitability, I would not say. Fingers in Vaseline are not fingers in gold. In this sense, the profession of a urologist does not compare with the profession of a dentist. Open mouths - this is not your ass. Caries is treated for an hour, prostatitis is not less than a month. And even two. And not every prostatitis can be cured without a scalpel.

The beginning of August was, as always, sizzling, and the air conditioner had not worked in the bedroom for a week. The only fan took brother to his room. It was already dawn and I was lying on sweat-soaked sheets on a narrow sofa, which had already served me as a bed for a year. The view from the window on the rusty frame of the plant even more drove into anguish. My mother's luxurious double bed was very close, and I immediately, as if in a dream, flopped on it, drowning in the refreshing coolness of a terry blanket.

I am a very insecure woman. I am 40 years old. I'm not married. I look quite normal, unlike many other women of my age. I have dark hair, chest size two and most importantly - an appetizing butt. In life, I didn’t have close contact with people and therefore rarely met people with deviant behavior. Especially considering the fact that I worked in the library. She lived alone, never married, children were not too. But once my life changed radically ...

I want to talk about one incident that happened to me at the dawn of my family life. I will not lie, I am far from being a saint, but this was a case I remembered. I was in the second year of the correspondence university, the summer session was to be long and tedious. The evening station, the reserved car, a short farewell to her husband, and now green fields and strips of telegraph lines flashed through the window. No neighbors, mostly elderly people, were caught, so I immediately climbed onto my upper shelf and began to look out the window.

Spring has not come yet ... cold days cause disgust and sadness, and if it is also wet snow, then you want to crawl under a blanket and cover yourself with your head ... And now about everyday life ... A bad girl continues old habits, she no longer even knows why she needs it, because she no longer suffers from constant arousal and does not want to fuck with the first comer who said that she has the most beautiful opa. And even if she wishes, she does not have such an opportunity, except to tease virtually ...

The call caught me in the doorway. Looking at the screen, I grunted a little surprised: it was Lenka. - What suddenly? - I muttered, answering the call. - Hello? - Kostik, hello! - Fun said Lenka. - How are you? “Good,” I replied, involuntarily infected with her optimism. - What are you doing? - Yes, nothing special ... - I shrugged, pulling the door handle. - Why?