Sex stories, Page 18

It was unbearably boring to sit at home on a Saturday evening, the walls seemed to squeeze me, loneliness was depressing. I opened the closet and now I’m already wearing black stockings and a tight red dress, a deep neckline exposed the porcelain skin of the breast ... black eyes let down, more mascara on the eyelashes, red lipstick on soft puffy lips, golden lush hair waves lay on the shoulders, add shoes on the hairpin and ready. Maybe the outfit a la prostitute gathered on the panel, but sometimes you want to look exactly lecherous, it is vulgar and frankly sexy ...

The flash clicked in the dark like an accurate shot, and I fixed the shot. The guy with the girl, hugging tightly, stood at the cafe, carried away by a mutual kiss. I caught their lips locked, eyes closed. Passion left my intervention unnoticed by them. They were not distracted and did not glance in my direction, but I got what I wanted. Photos of someone else's love. I needed it in my photo collection. Because I didn't have my love.

The performance of the Vremya Dreams group was more than successful and drummer Lyokha, wiping out sweat and taking a breath, went out through the back door of the club to smoke outside. Singer Alina, guitarist Yaroslav, bassist Misha and both keyboard players, Katya and Guzel, stayed for an autograph session, and Lyosha didn’t like such events, so he hastily retreated. In theory, he could have a smoke in the dressing room, but he knew that Katya, when he returned, would grumble because she was allergic to tobacco smoke, and he didn’t want to sit in the stuffiness. The club stood on the embankment, the time was later, there was not a soul there, and a fresh breeze was blowing from the Volga.

Slammed the door. On the border of view floated a large figure of Michael. He poured something into a glass and began to drink. Noisy. Greedily. Once again poured. I looked up: - How is Aigul? He shrugged. - Go see if you want. When I got up, I realized that Mikhail was standing naked, a little shielded from me by the dishes on the table. Sweaty and hard to breathe. Passing by the table I could not restrain myself and again glanced at the place that was tearing my beloved from the throat with such screams. I wanted to cringe from what I saw. A long and thick sausage dangling between his legs glistened from the juice of my wife. Even now, slightly faded, this end was two times longer than mine and about three times thicker.

Lyubichi represented a small courtyard of the merchant Yaroslav Andreevich Lyubin, as well as extensive land along the Volga. The merchant he was famous, rich, respected. On behalf of the merchants, he went to the princes, as well as to negotiate with foreign traders. He was a widower, his daughter Ulyana remained from his wife, the eldest son died of fever in his youth. Now he was walking leisurely along the part of the fence that was built today, which separates the courtyard from the rest of his land. Kohl, it’s impossible to obstruct people in using what forests and lakes give, according to the last decree of Prince Vladislav of Suzdal, let them not even dare to approach his house. He checked the strength of the battered boards, reflecting on how much the established way of life would change if the prince continued to change the foundations. There were already commotions among the merchants, because the late Prince Igor Vladimirovich was engaged only in hostility with his brothers and nephews, and tried to negotiate with the Pechenegs and the Drevlyans. And the life of ordinary people flowed as usual. After his death, his younger brother, the last son of Vladimir Bogopokorny, entered the principality, and immediately put an end to the raids on the Suzdal lands, united them with Novgorod and sat down to rule in Novgorod.

Warm summer evening went down to a small provincial town. Olya was going home from aerobics courses, one through deserted streets. She was only 16 years old, a beautiful young girl with an already quite well-shaped figure, slim, blonde of small height with a breast of the second size and a beautiful elastic taut ass. Olya was a modest home girl, her parents raised her well and she lived a calm measured life - home, school, aerobics, girlfriends, caring loving parents. She hurried home and looked a little around. Already and the corner of the native five-story building, waiting for dinner, homework, soft, cozy bed. A white shabby “nine” with tightly tinted windows stood at Olin's porch, which she had never seen in her yard before ... The girl did not attach any importance to this and calmly approached her porch ...

Before telling this story, I will tell you about the girls about Angella and Anfisa. Angela is pretty, beautiful blonde dyed) writes hip-hop, communicates in mood with normal guys, then with scumbags from our area (in the literal sense with thugs can steal a few cars a day, they can score someone to the hospital) how such a girl can communicate with such a trash Well, it doesn’t matter before that moment we were familiar, familiar at the level - hi-as long as we didn’t communicate more.

Hello everyone reading. I am writing this on the orders of my Lady, who ordered me to tell in detail how she and her friends are having fun with me .... For over a month now I have been serving my Mistress. I clean the house, I cook and, of course, I make the Lady happy when she is at home. She put on a chastity belt and a leash, ordered me to go home only naked. And she has a whole room, equipped for BDSM comfort!

Friday evening. He came home from work and was sitting in the kitchen, slowly picking at the remains of the fried eggs. Something tired today, even Friday is not happy. And my wife looks, too, without much mood. Sits, the show overwhelms. Okay ... now in the shower, you look and relax a bit. Get away from work. I prick the last piece of scrambled eggs on the fork and suddenly the doorbell rings. I hear Natasha gets up from the couch, goes into the corridor. The sound of the chain, briefly asks something through the door and shouts towards the kitchen:

After graduation, a young American girl could not find her vocation. Although she studied well and was incredibly beautiful, she couldn’t find a profession that she wanted to practice. On the one hand, she did not want to spend her whole life in the office without seeing the world, but on the other hand, she was not attracted to the profession “not in the office”. Therefore, the girl remained at home a year after school, wondering where she would continue to study under the harsh criticism of her parents. She herself understood that it was impossible to delay it this way, that she was losing a whole year, but she could not do anything. Once a certain model agency offered Jessica (that was the name of the girl) a job, having noticed her on Facebook. Since the money was needed, Jessica agreed almost immediately. But not everything was so simple. No one was in a hurry to offer a girl a job. Even after the stated portfolio there were no invitations for filming videos or photo shoots of which the girl dreamed. So almost the whole year passed. The day after her birthday, when Jessica was 18, her phone suddenly rang.

Now I am 35 years old, the story I wanted to tell you began when I was a little boy. At that time I was nine years old and probably I don’t remember exactly, my father worked in the north and rarely was at home, he worked for two, three months, and for a month or two weeks he came home. When my father was in the north, my mother and I lived together, my mother worked as a doctor at the ambulance station, my mother was a beautiful woman, not very tall, plump, her chest bulged out, the size, somewhere third. The hair was dark to the shoulders.

I was returning late. It was about 11 pm and I decided to walk through the park. Despite all the warnings about the maniac who wielded it in the area. I was not out of fear. It was already dark when I passed by one of the benches, I saw a boy. I decided to go. - Do not you know what's dangerous here? - Yes? Did not know. I'm not from here. I came from another city on the announcement of work and housing, but there is no such street in this city !!! - And paid a lot for this job? He looked at me and I could see his face. He was a young boy with light blue eyes and a swarthy face, long black hair (apparently painted). I already flinched, unexpectedly for myself. It seemed to me that I was simply falling into those eyes, this gaze fascinated by innocence and children's curiosity ... “And as you guessed,” there was genuine surprise in his voice.

Alyona, Vadim's girl, held his hand and laughed. On his shoulder, Vadim was carrying a weapon case in which was his hunting rifle. Vadim and his friends decided to get out into the forest. Friends wanted to go fishing, and he wanted to shoot ducks. The season has just opened, and Vadim no longer hunted. The work took all the time and now there was such an opportunity, when you can meet with friends and have a good time in the forest. Alena asked for it at the last moment. He did not want to take the girl. All the same, hunting and fishing is not a place for the weaker sex. But she just hung on her boyfriend and begged to take her with her.

The style and spelling of the original are preserved. *** Today I fucked. For real. Mamaaa. For the first time, by the way. So I am already a woman. Cool. And you feel the same way. *** So, it is necessary to describe, and then you will forget. All the same such a day. In general, everything went as it is moronic. And how else could this be a bot? !! In short, I was zadolbalo be a virgin. At eighteen years then. Girl model appearance, the first Lala in the class, and in the university is clearly not the last if not the first. In our Odessa Mom, the girls did not let us down, and I’m certainly not the last in the city, that’s what I tell you. Before sogrupnitsami ashamed. They all tell how they end up under their macs. Well, they break, of course, and I break too, but how much is possible. And then this fucking curcot. No, I would write it on of course, but so zadolbalo! In general, I decided that the cabbage is not writing it for me, and as a reward deprives me of innocence. Cabbage is our bot. He even in KVN though right now. Points, such a voice, well, just hang out. Muzzle like a mole. Handles are thin, walks all so hunchbacked, as if he has a house on his back. Moron shorter.

They tied the beauty hastily to a pole, tightened the knots on the ropes with trembling hands and jerked it so that the dust from under bare heels hid not only the townspeople running away from the gate, but even the gate itself for a while. The young girl did not see how the heavy doors slammed behind them, even the most desperate and curious onlookers disappeared behind the battlements of the walls. Over the steppe floated haze. The midday sun was scorching mercilessly, burning to the dry whiteness, in complete silence, all that its rays were falling on. The girl narrowed her tear-stained eyes, peering at a point on the horizon. She had been tied to the serpent pillar for more than an hour. Thirst and heat were dizzy, and I wanted it to end as soon as possible. Is Gorynych flying? Soon, the snake, the paddock for the girls Always arrives on time, never was such that the victim did not accept, did not arrive, having saved so innocent. All takes vile reptile.

Tanya was very difficult with money. Alone, in a strange city. Two days later, you had to pay for the apartment, and there was no money even for food. In complete despair, Tanya went through all the options for a side job, but nothing that could help earn a tidy sum for two days did not come across, and then Tanya came across one Vkontakte group, in which people were looking for mercenaries for unusual work. The ads were of the type: “I am looking for girls for a nude photo shoot”, “I need a nurse with add. services ”,“ Adult actresses ”, and the like. Tanya agreed to such a side job, but the amount of interest was offered only in two ads: “A girl is required for a bachelor party” and “a part-time job for Glory Hole”, but the last one needed to go out two days in a row, so Tanya wrote to the first author.

Inna was 23 years old, a tall, playful brunette with thick matte hair up to her waist and blue eyes shining with hot eyes of men, with each passing day she felt more and more that her slim, supple body was in dire need of a big, rude man. No, she had a boyfriend, but he was caring, attentive and helpful. She, of course, liked that he would never miss the opportunity to take off her boots or wipe her dusty sandals after a summer walk, but, frankly, she had long dreamed of a male who would not ask her how her day went and whether there was she is in the mood to make love. For a month now she locked herself in the shower and imagined how she was taken by the hair and put on cancer, without asking for anything, and then, just pushing her panties to the side, they have a big dick for a long time.

From ancient times, my mother sent Little Red Riding Hood to visit her grandmother, who lived outside the forest. The path was not long and unsafe, but there was nothing to do. Every time, after much persuasion, overcoming fear, with tears in her eyes, the girl took a basket full of cakes and set off on the road. Gradually it became a habit. The road has ceased to seem so far and tiresome to it, and the forest is so dense and scary. And my mother almost never had to persuade her daughter. She, only frowning a little, took freshly baked pies and carried them to her grandmother.

Leave for a while family squabbles. About the golden fish I will tell you a fairy tale. I foresee your smiles in advance - Well, who did not read the fairy tale about the fish? With all due respect to the talent of the Poet I will read this fairytale differently to you. So… By the cold blue sea Once upon a time stood a compound. Perhaps the compound already said loudly Oblique habits, straw on the roof. The fence fell, the gate fell, Limping cart in a wretched barn. The glass is about to fall out of the window, Of all the animals - the dog and the cat. The reason is clear: an old man with an old woman Do not just cope with the everyday chaos. Because they did not live in Sochi, Resort rooms they did not give up. For a long time old grandchildren forgot And the money the fake old man did not print. The family gold was not kept in the pots. The old man and the old woman did not live richly. In addition to children, they were acquired Two pairs of sandals, but a thin trough. And their life was hard and miserable. Just something and happiness that the sea at hand. The old man is not a bummer, and the network is preserved, And the fish at that time in abundance caught. Yes, and would have lived, his age is short Neither the life of another, nor the wealth of knowing Neither shaky, nor roll, nor sweet, nor bad, Kohl was not used to heaven a miracle. Once the old man went, as usual To the cold sea for fishing, He threw a net into the whitish waves, Ashore sat in anticipation of the catch. Forgetting, stared pockmarked in the sky, Yes, and fell asleep under the hiss of the surf. I woke up the old man from buzzing and howling - On the coast rushes wave after wave. Breakers soar horses that dashing. It seems that the element has dispersed. Water and foam play the wind. Like copper strings, nets are taut. Oak stakes bends with a splinter.

This sex story is about a 20-year-old girl who, despite the bans of the groom and the parents' disclaimers, still went to Turkey alone to relax, where she learned what really hard sex is. And so, let's start with the plane. In the plane to the girl, we will call her Irina, hooked a young guy. They met and had a nice chat. The guy turned out to be a Turkish businessman, but what exactly he does is not said. After the plane landed in Turkey, the guy left a business card for the girl in case of problems, and they said goodbye.