Sex stories, Page 6

Today on the S-site I barely have time to respond to all chats, many notice that I have many interlocutors and stop writing, while others try to get my attention by any means ... In my profile is the preferred age of interlocutors 25-55 years, but sometimes it is interesting to talk with those who are younger and consider you a hot mom or mlf (mom loves facts), and sometimes with those who are older and for whom I am a young girl. .

The pleasant smell of wood and stove heat filled the room. Silently undressing in a bright waiting room, my friend and I went through the low door inside. A small window in the wall opposite dimly illuminated the bath. On the left, the stove was heating, highlighting with crackling wood, and we were located on the shelves on the right. The moderate heat and twilight relaxed the body and mind, did not want to speak at all, although my friend and I had not seen each other for a long time. The last time we soared, it seems, last fall. Time had no power in this place, relaxation in the steam room after November dampness reloaded the brain and renewed the body. Acne was sitting, or rather, reclined next to him.

When this story happened to me, I studied in grade 11. A little about me: my name is Anna, my height is 163, I am slim, taut, chest of the second size. I have always been an independent and sensible girl. I didn’t smoke, I didn’t drink, but I tried, like most of my school years ... My parents worked in the neighboring town, I lived most of the time alone, under the supervision of a neighbor. But she was always under my mother's control, on Skype

It all started a couple of years ago, when I started teasing her on mzhm, or flirting, when I realized that jealousy turns me on! She always with hostility perceived this topic, as I understand the defensive reaction, saying that I am not like that, I am not a whore, and similar comparisons. But when we in bed fantasized it was normal with that. I kept other guys at a distance, I didn’t even go to the men’s doctors.

I drove to the airport, imagining how you are included, burning with excitement. I have seven, and you have ten. Judging by the silence you have not finished. Or maybe bask before the second call. Already before boarding, I roamed the Duty Free, when the long-awaited “Hello!” Came from you

Somewhere in the expanses of the former USSR, the severe nineties, winter, vocational schools. A third year student with a pogonyal Belyash caught up with his laughing classmate Lera at the locker room, grabbed his waist and dragged him back: - Come on, bitch, don't rock the hook ... right now, I’ll tell everyone what a rat you are ... Lera, still laughing loudly, clung to the locker room lattice:

- Vital, come here please, - Sveta shouted from the bathroom. - Yes my girl, what happened? Sveta was sitting on the lid of the toilet and she was shaking all over from what she had just experienced in the bedroom. - Vital, why we did it, oh my God, how embarrassing, I am terrible.

Today must be an amazing day. We will be released from school earlier than usual, and I will have to run to the gym on which my further career in figure skating will depend. It was on this day that they appointed me to watch my quick program, all the eighteen-year-old girls of our ice arena will participate there. This is my last chance to get into the best sports school area.

Hi guys! My name is Moe, I am married and study to a dentist. I must confess that I do not have enough sex with my wife, and therefore I made myself a profile on a scout, hoping to find a partner for sex ... I noticed her a long time ago and went to her page several times already, but the profile did not give much information, only that a married woman is 49 years old and loves chatting.

Sindorel opened her eyes, as always, with the dawn. The world came to life. The birds have already tightened the melodious trills behind her window. Began a new day. The next day is the one hundred thirty ninth year of life of a young elf girl. Another, but unusual. It is today that she will finally begin her training, the first serious step on the way to the Rangers. Fencing lessons and other training do not count.

On the street it was nasty snow. He did not like a taxi, he preferred the subway. After all, you need to buy a lot of things. She has compiled an extensive list. In a small bag are a few gifts for her. Everything will be fine. Having dug a small case from the inside pocket of his jacket, he took out a strange-looking, tattered cigar. Thrusting it into his mouth and lighting it, he gladly drew in bitter smoke with a taste of honey and vanilla. Looking around the street, porridge under his feet, and all the others who are in a hurry somewhere, he came to the conclusion that somewhere to move in such weather is the height of idiocy. But still, he goes to her. He has already agreed, and she hopes for him. He used to keep his word.

Outside, well-fed and carefree zero. Removable apartment in a residential area. Late fall. Evening. I'm sitting in the hall on the couch and waiting for guests. More precisely, the guest. In front of me, on a tripod, a video camera was installed, aimed at the seat opposite. I hear the heels clattering along the corridor, followed by a knock on the door: - Knock-Knock! - Enter. The door opens and enters the "actress", knocking heels. "Poor linoleum!" - I think, but I say out loud the person on duty:

I was going home from work. Pouring fine snow. Gusts of wind beautifully circled before the eyes of white snowflakes. I put on the hood and looked at my feet. Mostly puddles froze and lacked more will fall along the road. It is good that now the holidays and the students did not spoil the mood. Yes, and preparing for tomorrow is not necessary. I will prepare dinner for my husband and it will be possible to watch a couple of hours or watch something on television or sit on social networks. My husband will still return from work only after 18. I stopped at a traffic light and looked at the red eye across the road.

Salute, dear reader. If you are going to read a beautiful fictional tale about invented adventures and beautiful love or stunning sex imagination - you are not here. This is a real story that happened to me at the end of January 2019. I once again plunged into the world of Moscow paid sex. It turned out as a whole “No Bad”. As usual, I got an orgasm and splashed my seed, the lady also felt pleasure, but I wouldn’t say that the desire to come again to her overwhelms me.

I left the room in the morning and went to the hotel bar. After yesterday's excursions and tastings, I needed morning coffee to recover. Bar hotel "Aurora" was quite a cozy. I ordered a coffee and sat down at a table to read the news and enjoy a drink. The clock above the bar showed the beginning of the eleventh, and the meeting was scheduled for half-past ten. I checked the mail, looked at the news and began to remember how it all began in this story ...

- Natusik, Natusik, - well, it’s a bastard, she asked him not to call me that a hundred times, and he should at least get the hell, - Well, Natus, you have already left, open it, - the voice of her husband did not fade at the bathroom door. That is after all a pristavuchy, fire at him there or something. I opened the door and immediately rushed to the attack. - I told you a hundred times not to call me Natusik ... did you say? Spoke! So now do not be offended, I am with you in the offices, - I uttered a moral exhortation, and again slammed the door in front of my nose, staring at my bare chest, husband.

Two weeks have passed since Dimon got a new job, to the university for the offspring of wealthy parents. Kliner, as they call it here. Or, quite simply, a janitor. They generally had some kind of foreign word here, and they were sculpted in general where it was not too lazy. For example, they called the garden Garden. And for some reason, the nearby park remained a park. In general, to understand by what principle the names were given were above the understanding of Dimon. It is much more important that he had to go crazy in the garden, in the park, and in the building of the university itself. Work is not something hard to say, but rather psychologically draining. To walk among the rich practically peers who were not much younger than him, and to go crazy ... It was depressing, let's speak frankly. Worse, they didn’t count him as a person.

I liked my life, home, family, normal work, beautiful wife, but I always wanted to sin. My wife and I got bored with sex, I wanted more the harshness of rudeness, I wanted to insult her in bed, slap her, have her in the ass, just finish in the throat and so on. But she didn’t like it, she was even hurt in her pussy when I hammer into her. Recently, a second child appeared, sex in general in the third plan, so personal life went downhill. It’s not always convenient and easy to start a novel on the side, and there’s no time, so sometimes it was necessary to use the “support” service for money. But it happened very rarely when on business trips.

Finally, the day came when the nudyatina called “School” ended. The exams passed, and only the grand prom remained in front. I was not aware of what was planned, but when I heard that parents at meetings choose between a restaurant and a final on the ship, it was clear to me ... Banalshchina just does not come out of their heads. Boredom, in short. However, there is nothing to do, there was no escape from it. He thoughtfully wondered how he would get the guys together for a real prom, after this masquerade. Cool music, plenty of booze ... The guy's thoughts flowed in a different direction. Maybe he will go to the head with his “girlfriend” (that she is his girlfriend, nobody knew him) in some other phase ...

Someone starts in sex with petting, someone with oral sex, and I started with anal, but also mediated. That also happens. I am a prominent girl, the guys stare, but 18 I noted not only not fucked, but also not examined by the gynecologist. With the first relationship further kisses did not go, and the second virgin unnecessarily. It would have continued further if medical office didn’t need to work.