Sex stories, Page 13

Hey. I want to tell a story about how I lost my virginity at the age of 17. My first love was Ivan. We are the same age. Now we are already 20 years old. He ran for me for a very long time and sought after, until I decided. about half a year. It was very beautiful. before that, we practiced oral sex, since he, too, was a virgin. We constantly hung out at his country house, and caressed each other, it was unforgettable. He is very gentle and sensitive in bed.

Nastya was already 18 years old, but she still remained a virgin. In short, Mom and Dad decided to do everything themselves and deprive Nastya of virginity, Mom came to Nastya's room and started talking with her and arguing that it would be better, Nastya agreed, Mom started stroking her knees and gradually rising higher, and now she reached her pussy , she was massaging her and Nastya started to get excited about it, and now mom started kissing her passionately, they started kissing, then mom called dad into the room, mom told what to do.

It happened last fall. It was already cold outside and my boyfriend and I were at his house. We spent the whole day in bliss of bliss, lying in bed and caressing each other. We had wonderful sex, but most of all in our intimate relationships, I remember the following: That day we were not alone at home, we had to hold back a little, especially me, because I scream very loudly during sex. But still. The SCRIPS of the old springs of the Soviet mattress betrayed us treacherously. Lesha finished on my stomach, got off of me, and went into the bathroom. I didn’t have much pleasure from sex, because I had to control myself, so I didn’t even have an orgasm, and in general I had problems with it ... I lay naked and beautiful as a young girl could have on crumpled sheets with sperm marks on a smooth velvet skin, the door opened, but not my boyfriend entered the room. I screamed and began to wrap myself in a sheet.

Hello everyone, my name is Vika, I would like to share my innermost things. I was brought up in strictness while I was a teenager - I had very little contact with the boys alone. Of course, I was not allowed any short dresses and skirts. Always jealous of his classmates, who flaunted in classy clothes. On the figure I am miniature - height 162, the first breast size, brown hair and green eyes. I had fans, but only kisses.

I am 45, I am divorced, sons are adults, their life is in full swing. And I ... free, successful and independent, dispose of myself on my own. Escaping from the winter depression, climbed through dating sites. It is sometimes useful for practice in the psychology and analysis of human souls. Yes, and good fun, in short, a cure for melancholy! Filled out a questionnaire, threw a couple of photos ... And then she buried herself in a pile of messages. But one thing somehow hooked me ... Firstly, because of its tactlessness, secondly, rudeness, and thirdly, simply unlimited self-confidence. I love to butt with such self-confident, stupid and unprincipled ... After a couple of hours, they either become silk or start to offend me from powerlessness. But it is just physical pleasure for me to bring such people to such a state! I just see how he clenches his fists and can do nothing against my next absolutely intelligent attack. I never fall to insults. This is my strength.

“We have registered your application,” the bureaucratic aunt said in a frantic smile. “If you don’t change your mind, you’ll be one family in a month.” - Thank you, - smiled Ksyusha and looked at me. - Do not change your mind? - you what? - I indignantly blurted out - for nothing! “Well, let's see,” she grinned, and went out onto the porch of the registry office. I went out after her. - It is necessary to note our engagement, - Ksyusha pulled up a white T-shirt, tight-fitting her awesome chest. - I propose to take a kebab and go out of town. “It will be great,” I said, and got into the car on the passenger seat.

We, I, mom and dad, live in a large private house ... I, as a week, turned n years old. My mom is beautiful, and has a stunned figure. She has long thick black as pitch hair, while they naturally curl in luxurious curls. Dark features, made her look like a chydank, however, Moldovan and Gypsy-like ... A graceful neck, gorgeous full boldly raised chest as if it did not give birth to me, narrow waist, elastic flat tummy, steep elastic thighs and beautiful calves. And all together it was an unusually attractive body, despite the 42-year-old age of the mother ... Well, I, Julia, like the true daughter of my mother, of course inherited all the features of her mother. And thick black hair and her amazing figure. Despite her excellent data, my mother did not have lovers, and her mother’s fans even had to shoot where she worked ... Well, where, of course, I won’t say ...

This, seemingly unremarkable, day began with the fact that my friends and I decided to celebrate the release of the 9th grade. As there were six: Vovka, Seryoga, Romka, Lyoshka (I) and Mishka with Julia. We cooked in a department store with three liters of SMIRNOFF and a box of beer. Then we went to the Moscow River (or rather, on the plates). There we sucked it all together. For some reason, Romka and I turned out to be the most sober.

I realized that I have no choice. There was nowhere to go. "Well. Let's try something to fuck with these bastards. I came across specifically, ”I thought, removed my hands from the pubis, straightened up and took the glass. “Good,” I replied. “Where do we begin?” I took a big sip of martini. Then she went to the coffee table to get a cigarette. - This is a business conversation - said Puzan, coming to me.

Hello! I want to tell you about how I lost my virginity at the age of 16! And I lost it thanks to my own mother !!! I am 16 years old, I live with my mother, I know my father only from a photo, because he left us 17 years ago, that is, immediately after my mother got pregnant. He made me when he was 18 and she was 16. He left without even knowing that the mother was pregnant. I was raised and raised only by her. What does my mom look like? The answer is: age 33, height 165cm, weight about 55kg, dark long hair, gray-blue eyes, perfect figure, lush, high chest and delicious ass! I will only say about myself that I am 16 years old and until recently I was a virgin!

- Dimka! Rise! Shouted a female voice from the kitchen. In response, silence. - Dimka! Well, get up! Breakfast is cold, I will leave soon! A few minutes later, the door to Dima's room opened and a 40-year-old woman appeared on the threshold with a displeased grimace on her face. - You will roll like that? Get up, and then the breakfast is cold, you'll be cold to eat.

Surely every "girl", which is already itching between her legs, is thinking about how to start sex life as soon as possible. It seems to be not a bad idea, only not every man will agree to break her virginity. I also had it. My boyfriend, who had a purely platonic relationship, froze in terms of sex. How was he satisfied? Jerking off! I will put my fingers between my legs, and with my second hand masturbate. Naive, thought for this reason from and withdraws to me in terms of sex (he is satisfied!). Our relationship did not last long - literally six months, then I left him. Recently saw her former lover in the company of guys, with one even held hands. It was then that it became clear to me why he treated me so coldly. He is a gay.

Good day guys! Once again, going to your favorite site and reading a couple of stories, I finally decided to mature to write my own story ... from life. She touches me and my beloved sister. My sister is 3 years younger than me, I am 21, she is 18 ... A couple of years ago, my sister and I went to our grandmother to the country. And in one of the sunny days, we decided to climb into the attic and play models, do various things from old clothes and change into all this.

Hello to all! I want to tell you the real story that happened to me and not only. I have a nephew, a good guy who can earn money and thinks that this is the most important thing. On one of the trips on the train, I met a charming girl, ran for her for a long time, and finally made an offer and got married. They had a son, they lived in one of the largest cities in the Urals. It seems to be all right. But there is a category of girls, which is BL ... L by definition, by the meaning of life, by birth. Being still not married (this is from her words), she spent time with one of the guys in bed, went to the other and gave herself to the taxi driver on the way. As they say, Bl ... b is not the number of men, but a state of mind.

"Do you want to play? Do you want to? ”- Igor spoke in a trembling voice, lifting my legs by the shoulders and tying me to the headboard. I affirmatively moaned - the gag prevented him from answering clearly. I could only guess about his reaction - the blindfold tightly closed the view, not letting in the light and only shadows flashed before my eyes. I have been well acquainted with this shadow for more than 10 years. sex tied to the bed blindfold photo

Today was a successful day from the very beginning, the sun was shining, which is better for reporting on the street, we managed to get to Victor, our cameraman went to the exhibition dedicated to the development of the north, literally thirty minutes later they all took off and still had two interviews, and then we stopped at the school, she fire, asked Olya to film the material for her, then we flew to the bridge of lovers there was a theater show during the day, and we caught him, and after we managed to stop by the museum, there was a new exposition, and now I have two whole hours before the next report, I'm sitting in the park, arranged s under a linden tree, it is not yet in bloom, but is about to start, what then will be subtle, intoxicating smell, I love it. My heart beats and my legs are ready to run, the rhythm of my life is already five years old, no more than seven or just over.

He got up from the floor on his knees in front of me, bent the hem of my nightgown several times, thereby exposing my hips. - Arrange a little leg, - asked Boris Sergeevich. I tried to do it, but the body did not follow the instructions of the brain. Hips were brought together, I could not unclench them. - Legs do not obey me. “It's okay, this is normal, men always spread their legs, because our joint angle in the hip joints is much wider than in women, on the contrary, your legs converge,” having said this, he sat down on the side, and began to draw with his finger, barely touching fingertip various patterns on the skin of the thigh. I was pleased and embarrassed anyway. Then he moved a few more centimeters to his nightgown, and now he became, the white triangle of underwear was visible.

I have one friend, a girl named Nastya. She once in the company, in a private conversation over a beer, told her story about how she went through the process of her sexual maturation. The story turned out to be unusual. Nastya was her mother's only daughter, and her mother raised her very carefully. She tried her daughter in nothing to deprive, she did everything possible for her. Especially did not indulge, but in no way limited. And while trying to raise her daughter decent, decent, intelligent. Although she loved to take a walk, and sometimes did not disdain occasional dubious novels or even one-time connections. But she tried to protect her daughter from all this, trying to hide her adventures from her.

All people suffer from malicious neighbors - I am not an exception. About 3 years ago a new neighbor of 30 incomplete years settled in our house. Pretty intelligent person of attractive appearance - Lyudochka Ostrovskaya. Only by the presence of a noble family can you imagine how arrogant a person is. It looks nothing special - slender legs, sweet face, high breasts and always well-groomed to impossibility. Oddly enough, but she showed her arrogance mainly in the male half of our modest five-story building. Madame showed an increased interest and supposedly sincere concern for the female team.

I met her when I was in college. The first course is a time of freedom. Reckless student revels, madness, student novels, which you will remember all your life. We considered ourselves adults, serious. After all, the parents were far away, nobody controlled us, and it seemed that we could conquer the whole world. And fellow students, escaping from the custody of their parents, looked with great eyes at the whole world. We watched with a thirst for adventure and, of course, with a thirst for love.