Sex stories, Page 7

The soldier is back For the happiness of loved ones, smiles of friends I gave my homeland seven hundred and thirty days. For two years in the army, this is a school of life, but I'd rather be left illiterate. With women in the army at all hard, and rescues the soldier tea with bromine, and the fact that at home waiting for his beloved. But hell, there is no one waiting. A year later, letters began to come less and less, and a half later, she stopped writing altogether.

Dear readers, this unusual resource! Here, of course, there is a lot of frank lazhi, reading that the ears of a normal person are wrapped in a straw. But on the other hand, where else can you share the most intimate thoughts? No social networks to spread the story about how we change each other! And inside everything stirs and can not wait to talk about it. I want to realize once again everything that happened.

On the most beautiful Tuesday, I stood by a large mirror in one towel and painted my right eye. To be perfectly accurate, there were two towels: a small one on the hair and a large one wrapped around the body. Hearing the secret signal, I reached out and, without turning my head, opened the door. This signal served me faithfully for 10 years. My friends and I invented it on the day I watched the first porn in my life.

The arrival of Tatiana, the elder sister of his wife Yulia, from Italy did not foretell for Igor anything good. The women, as in the last visit of Tanya, will again go on indulging headlong with each other, and use it for leisure activities. So thought the hapless guy, unaware of what an unexpected and pleasant surprise awaited him as a result of the arrival of his sister-in-law. The whole point was that Tatiana, living with her husband in Italy, during the last year suffered from the little hidden treason. The situation was such that her husband had a registered citizenship, but she needed to be married with him for another six months in order to become a full-fledged citizen of a shoemaking country.

At first, no one opened and I called again. Slow heavy footsteps were heard and the door was opened by a strong, tanned guy, in whom I did not immediately recognize Pashka, son of Sigurdia. - Hello, Pasha, man, do not know. Is mom home? - Hi, Uncle Jora, come through.

- Hello. - Hello... - Long time no see... - Yes, you completely forgot about me. What made you remember? - Oh, nothing ... I just missed you ... But, if you are busy - all the best, I will not bother anymore. - Wait! I'm sorry, I was so sad without you. The phone is disconnected in the social. networks I have in your black list, home I can not call you ... husband ... I was jealous. Sorry, don't be angry. Honey, I want you. I miss you so much! And my boy is already languishing with desire. - Yes, I know ... let's go to you? - Where are you?

Vika has always been a bold and resolute girl. I never liked to sit still. Once she broke her arm when she was sledding from the mountain, from where normal children did not go. Twice she was bitten by a dog, and each time she assured that it was the dog who started the first one who was guilty. In the second case, it was not even possible to find the owner of the animal, so the treatment then had to go through a thorough one, which the girl recalled with a shudder. Four times, - Vika herself didn’t remember exactly, - had to deal with the police. No, nothing criminal, you do not think, just climbed yourself in the basements in your pleasure with your friends, so what, who cares?

A short man of about fifty entered the apartment, closing the door behind him. He stumbled a bit on the rug, put a leather briefcase on the floor, took off his hat and threw his hat on the top shelf. Hastily he took off his shoes, took off his coat from his shoulders and grabbed his briefcase, walked along a half-dark corridor, heading for one of the rooms, into the bedroom. Gently put the briefcase near the double bed, closer to the bedside table and singing merrily, began to undress.

How many we have not seen you? Month, year, and maybe more ... I do not know. I'm tired of counting. I do not know why I am writing this. Probably for never sending. I'm not even sure that you remember my name, and even if ... Your memory probably erased my face. I even began to fantasize about how I could accidentally run into you on the subway and your glance might slip through me, but you would not recognize me. It hurts, but turns it on. And I will consider you, admire, hiding behind a book. I look at you, noting how you have changed, how your face has become even calmer and colder. But your eyes, in which the imps dance, remain the same. And lips ... Sensual lips, taste and warmth of which, I will not forget. Just because I do not want to forget.

Nick gladly stretched. The hot sun was already beginning to lick its slender legs, it was necessary to leave the beach or move the lounger to a new place in the shade. The sea roared monotonously in the waves. The brunette sighed, pulling the tiny triangles of a bikini on a small chest, got up easily, collected her things and went to the hotel. Seeing a slender leggy girl with a shock of long dark hair, Paul could no longer tear her eyes off her. He liked the way she lay, liked to caress her narrow waist, he wanted to see all of her, and under the micro swimsuit too. When the girl rose from his seat, he almost felt ecstasy. In his thoughts, he took it a hundred times already. The girl bent over, the thin fabric of the panties stretched, enough to paint the ass, so that the man would swim away again in fantasies to the bed and the object of lust.

Part I. Annoying defeat The events that I will discuss, divided our family life with my wife into “before” and “after”. My wife's name is Alena, she is 25 years old, slim, very beautiful and modest girl. It was a typical weekend evening. Our guest was two friends of his wife - Christina and Olya. The beginning of the evening was standard for such gatherings with friends - wine, talk, jokes. When all the news was discussed, Christine offered to play cards, but in order to arouse sports interest, they decided to play on the wishes.

In our young company appeared replenishment. Finally, Max, not even four months of searching, found a new companion, which he presented to us tonight. Karina turned out to be a rather attractive girl of about twenty-three, with a very athletic figure, a pleasant face and a very light character. I liked it immediately, but the female component of our company did not initially accept it at all. The main reason, I think, was her profession, rather exotic for our social circle. She worked as a dancer in a nightclub. Basically it was Go-Go dance in the hall, but the main income came from private dances with a striptease.

How did this happen and where should I stay? Once after physical education, the girls pulled off my bra while I went to the toilet, and when I discovered the loss, they began to tease me and did not give it to me, they passed me behind the backs, threw each other and I had to run from one bully to another in shorts and sneakers, trying to take away and with requests to return. They even threatened to give it to the boys from the parallel.

The heat that day was terrible. Karabas Barabas walked around the house in the same family shorts. He walked around all the rooms one by one, checking again and again whether all the windows were wide open, hoping to arrange at least a small draft. But, unfortunately, the street was not the slightest breeze. Instead, the scorching rays of the sun treacherously broke into the open windows and only further heated the room. The long, blooming beard of the director of the puppet theater stuck to this sweaty chest and a huge round puz. His physiognomy, flushed from the heat, constantly made painful grimaces.

Anton worked as head of the letters department in the regional newspaper of disabled people “Zarya”. Persons with disabilities sometimes wrote such letters that they had to go and analyze the situation on the ground. And almost everywhere resentment, harassment, injustice of those in power. But more often people came to the newspaper themselves, bringing their own literary works. Most of them were not very outstanding works, but sometimes really talented poems and prose appeared.

When I, a young man of eighteen, graduated from the Nakhimov Naval School in Tbilisi and flew home to Sevastopol, one of my friends Petka Khizhnyak, having finished ten years in Sevastopol, came to meet me, he had the first question: - Listen, scythe! (so the boys on our street teased me because I wore the proud surname of Zaitsev’s father, and for them, scoundrels, I was just oblique), - I have a state of emergency - on a household scale, - barely squeezing out a reddened face, like a cooked crab, our street leader of the redskins Petka.

The practice went unnoticed. I wrote my report and stood with my group mates near the audience. It remains to pass the practice and long-awaited vacation. Two months of rest and idleness. It will be possible to sleep before lunch, go for a walk, have sex, no need to rush to crowded buses. I happily spun my report in my hands. Most of them didn’t worry about surrender and chatted merrily about plans for the summer. Someone wanted to go to work in Poland, someone made plans to rest in warm countries. I chatted with my classmates Milana and Ira, sharing my impressions of the practice.

Mankind finally got into a mess. It moved along the path of one-sided progress too enthusiastically. Inventing more and more new gadgets, the main purpose of which is to entertain and sell. Sell ​​without regard to resources. To enrich a small percentage of the population. Stamped tons of useless goods, pollute the planet more and more. He brought up generations of zealous consumers, who in the majority were not able to even understand how the device works in their hand or a simple washing machine. A handful of scientists and engineers have driven scientific advances in areas that have contributed even more to consumption. Space was allocated resources and money on a residual basis.

This story happened to me many years ago, I did not come for a long time from the army, well, I was walking, I was having fun. Vobschem indulged in the charms of civil life. And then one evening I was standing near my own door, after drinking quite normally, I didn’t want to go home. Just stood and smoked. Breathed air ...

Droplets of rain rolled down the window. I listened to the student's monotonous answer about the events of a century ago. The girl obviously tried to learn, but weakly. I looked again at the rain outside the window, under the gusts of wind, he knocked on the window, as if asking for a history class in 10th grade. Moods through such weather drove melancholy. Listen to the answer did not particularly want. 26 other students did their usual lesson. Someone tried to repeat and wanted to answer, the other part, just missed and looked at the street, some whispered, others sat in the phones. As I myself was in their place I did not think that everything was visible to the teacher. And being in the teacher's place, I realized that I was wrong. You can see almost everything.