Sex stories, Page 35

Last year my mother was 40 years old. This event we especially did not celebrate... relationships in our family have recently been strained. Especially problematic was the relationship my parents... they're already five years slept in separate rooms, hardly talk. As mom said that she lived with the father for us. Two of us-me (I was nineteen) and my sister Tanya. My mother was considered an adult. We had even discussed very intimate things, in particular, she complained that have not received much needed a woman her age good sex.

... How quickly life flies. My daughter is 17. It seems that only a few months ago she was a playful child. After her divorce from her father 10 years have passed. Leaving us with an apartment, a car and huge debts, Victor is forever gone from my life. To say that it was not easy, it means nothing to say. I survived. Not broken, torn between work and child. Alina was my only consolation and joy in life. Of course, I had the novels. I'm a beautiful woman and was not deprived of male attention. But the novel was fleeting.

Once in the morning of Monday, arriving at work Kate found on his Desk an envelope of brown postal paper. In the envelope was a note: "Dear Kate... it so happened that you were in my sex dreams. I want to give you something, because that's what you're dreaming of. Your L. " in addition to the note in the envelope showed up a miniature bundle, in which was a black lace Thong. Kate usually wore a skirt of plain white panties, and this beautiful and precious gift as intrigued and frightened her.

One evening I and my older brother Kevin had sex in his room, I sat on his thick cock and powerful thrusts he fucked me , spitted my pussy on your dick, I already came several times, but he was not going to stop. I felt the approach of another orgasm when he abruptly stopped and tried to slip out from under me, I opened my eyes and the inheritance that came into the room the father looks at us, Kevin tried again to throw me from myself, but I'm crossing my legs didn't let him do it.

Early one morning I drove for the mother. Classes I have that day planned a lot, so I decided to look in on her before work, not to spend time in the evening. Having dealt with the Affairs, I had already gathered was to leave. But the mother, dressed for work, started complaining about me to my younger brother - eighteen-year-old student who, according to her, constantly sit back and skipped lectures. - You talk to him, Dennis! And that is not my strength already. And now there he lies in bed at home, not going to go anywhere.

My baby usually cried because I was hungry, I turned to walk from the yard to the house to feed him, but my friend Vic said: - come on, where are you? Give him here to me, what with the wee wonder here and there to carry? Let him sleep on the air! - Yes, I'm shy like that - I was beginning to make excuses, but Victoria was supported by another friend, Light: - Correct Vikusika says! And who are you ashamed of us?

I was at that time 15 years old, I was in the 10th grade, and walked out with Volodya 11 "A". However, "walking" with me, he and I had been truly in love a long time , since 8th grade. I was terribly jealous, constantly crying due to the fact that he not looked, didn't talk to me, dreamed that after school we get married! And of course he was far from such lofty sentiments, and met with me because I was the prettiest girl in school. I had the luxury braid and has quite the girlish figure with developed Breasts.

The story took place in February 2011. Wedding, next morning, go to the airport. Fly to honeymoon in Bali. Before the trip was raised several times talking about any "interesting" adventures in the journey, but it's shallow - no specifics. The first couple of days I only dealt with rest from a long flight, of themselves and nothing more. When acclimatization, oteh moved to a qualitatively different level: tours, restaurants with different themes, just evening vacillation by local villages.

- You to my headmistress is - going to class, said Mary. Forever changes is taken, reluctantly getting up and heading to the Director's, I mumbled. Passing through the corridor and knocking tentatively, I opened the door of the Cabinet. In the Director's office was the headmistress, Svetlana Pavlovna, magnificent woman of forty years and was a math major Alexandra Alexandrovna, a little younger.

In adolescence, tried to suck a member, but have forgotten what and how. The desire to try it again, and maybe anal sex was not. Here's what happened... Sitting at the bar and drank beer. It was enough and I sat down al the table with the couple. They were not against it, and gradually we struck up a conversation on various topics.

He and she. They sat in the shadows of the Chinese restaurant. At the far end of the hall, draped with Chinese silk niche. Paper. colored lights under a low ceiling and the aroma of incense voskresnyj create a mood of peace and tranquility. Sound of bamboo wind chimes. He was still young. She barely crossed the threshold of maturity, it formed the body attracted freshness. Nice rack, with forward protruding nipples through the light fabric of the dress. The hip young goddess. Long slightly curly gray hair framed a sweet, young face. Huge wide eyes, still bearing the imprint of childish naivete. Mascara gives even more expression.

Janka, come on, cheerfully shouted Louise. The sea slowly swayed the heavy waves already in some hundred meters away and the girls ran. Wild beach was deserted, only a couple of seagulls birds circling over a bunch of fin. By staying near the water, they momentarily froze, repressed greatness of the disaster. However, the quiet hour, from which they escaped, came to an end, and still had time to bathe and dry her hair so as not to arouse suspicion from counselors. Girls began to undress. Staying in one swimsuit, Yana came to the water, and gently touched her leg.

Tired eyes barely caught a marking of the edges of the track. Too long way. Plenty nakupavshis in the sun and the sea, I was back home. My mother and sister live on the southern coast of the Crimea every summer, I go to them on vacation to relax. This time I returned not one, but sister, who has long wanted to see how I live. It's been ten years since I went and started to live in the city and sister during this time, very grown up. Never thought of her as a woman. In childhood often quarreled with her,

They say that money corrupts people. I think not, people are in essence depraved creature. Just some have the money and they can do everything, while others only envy them. Can't say I'm rich but I have money. Know such easy money that does not earn, and who themselves are drawn to you. I is important, but at the same time not at the visible position in a major Russian company, the one where dreams come true. When you have everything, you want more. I have a wife, I love her and she is my everything.

On a Sunny spring day I'm in a sad mood walked down the street. The bright sun was still annoyed by the upcoming summer heat, the leaves on the trees along the streets had not yet covered with dust, and his bright green spectacular and life-affirming look at the background of the dull walls, not shown, after the winter in order. A warm spring breeze playfully all the time tried to lift up the hem of my summer dresses, and the fight against it has been of heightened interest all the oncoming boys.

In short, I came to the clinic, took the voucher to the therapist and went to the reception. The doctor I complained of obscure pain in the left side of the chest (like heart pounding) my age, 63 is quite suitable for such a diagnosis. I hoped that the doctor will prescribe any treatments, pills, injections, in General outpatient treatment. But it turned out that recently, we can say, that therapist was observed in outpatients ill with a heart. But this passenger is, apparently, not mowed, because, just left back where you don't sell a return ticket. The poor therapist now had to deal with numerous replies about this and to explain to his hospital superiors why he had not sent the patient for inpatient treatment.

You won't be jealous if I tell them what happened? Really? I consider scarves, suddenly feel someone came to me and drives by the Pope member. So the member I with nothing to confuse. Turn around, Arab seller of the hotel. Fat. Met. After all, we agreed that I will not be denied to men. His name is Muhammad. Used to shower me with poems and compliments in broken English. Flowers were presented. He says he hasn't seen women more beautiful. Suggested a date at the beach and be his wife. Say I'm already married, and he is nothing watered husband and come night. A himself me against the wall pressed and kiss climbed. Count up the nerve? Said his buddy is very persistent and can be fun all night. I sent it. — she excitedly babbled, eyes shining.

My name is Tania, I am 19 years old. And I work in one all the well-known online store. Work not long ago, a consultant to the trading floor. We have a very strict boss, a forty year old divorced woman looking for a. Ee name is Yulia Viktorovna. So Yulia Viktorovna, it was like that, very strict with me than with the others. Kept pointing me out my mistakes, strictly barking at me, but I've noticed another oddity, when she scolded me and scolded

I was seventeen when I first came to know the woman that was my mother Olga. Mother was thirty-seven and I want to say that she was a very beautiful brunette, with delicate features. Slightly below average height, chest third the size and beautiful legs. We lived in dormitories, in one room and from childhood I have not willingly seen her pereodevaetsya and even naked. Mother and father were divorced when I was little and being lonely, would often bring men home.

Not long ago I was invited to friends. To meet this public holiday - New Year! Friends live out of town, so I offered to stay, however, as to other guests. Buying gifts and drinks for the table, feel what's going on around you. The atmosphere was really Christmas. Spiked snow, a little cold. People rushing to buy everything as if it was the last day, also added a sense of celebration. Although to be honest I don't really want to go on this holiday. Invited guests were all couples. And I'll just be a loner. It's not bad...