Free Porn Stories & Erotic Sex stories

1993 is a bad year. A year of fun and some crazy prozhektov, some strange and just crazy business ventures, with a constant risk: "either pan, or disappeared." It happened that it was earned in a few hours, as much as it was sometimes not earned in a year. And there were serious overflights by the cash register. But life seemed easy, everything in it can be achieved, it is only worth a little tense. I have seriously turned away from state production. And in no way was he going to connect life with work for any virtual or real owner.

Raindrops flow down the glass. Outside the window is night, and a huge soulless city, a city that I love and hate at the same time. The city does not sleep, this city never sleeps. Even late at night. In the muddy mist of the night rain, advertisements flicker dimly, the lights of cars creeping along the wet street blink, traffic lights blink slowly, there are still lights in many windows of high-rise buildings. The city does not sleep, and I do not sleep. I remember. Then it was also night and it was raining.

One of the stories invented by me. All characters are fictional and any coincidence with people who actually live or have ever lived by chance. A first-class summer morning ... It is a pity to spend such a good day on physical labor. But alas, relatives asked for help at the dacha. Well, you need to go, you promised. We need to come up with a plan for the evening and a good break away. But all this later, but for now the car and your favorite music. Leaving the city, I notice at the bus stop two girls. Less than me, 20 years old, and maybe less, who will understand them now. Figure, like, nothing in both, blonde and brown-haired. Brown-haired thin, hair under the square, the chest is small, but come down for dating. The blonde is more appetizing: the hair is braided in a braid, the chest is gorgeous, most likely trio. It was decided, we will take)) ... That is, to bring)

The planned trip to Moscow soon awakened the memories of the last two meetings in the MZHM format, which took place during the last four-year-old trip. I will tell about one today, about the second - tomorrow. The beginnings are standard and similar to all other situations when I was a guest participant for a family (or no family, no one has ever presented a passport) pairs: correspondence on a dating site, where they voiced the desire for group sex in their questionnaire. The dissimilarity was expressed in the fact that, unlike all my previous experiences described in “MZHM. In detail and generalized, the spouses said they could not invite home to themselves, summer holidays, the son-student at home, so the meeting place is my concern. And as I understand it, a pleasant bonus for them was binding to Belorussky Railway Station, in the vicinity of which there was a private hotel, where I booked a room, when we agreed on the day and time of the meeting. As it turned out, they did not live in the capital, but in the region, precisely in this direction.

Dear readers of my stories in my 42 story, I continue to describe to you my sexual adventures. I will briefly write about myself. Now I am 24 years old. My name is Ilona. Simple Ukrainian girl. Of medium height, slim, with dark hair and breasts of the second size. And now I begin my story. The first weeks of the new semester have passed. I then studied in the second year of economics. Gradually involved in the learning process. There are new items. Some were interesting, and some were simply included in the program to occupy students. But life in the hostel was in full swing.

Valeria stopped abruptly and walked away to the wall of the campus corridor. Feet have become wadded, and dizzy. - Breathe! Breathe! Lerka took a deep breath and noisily inhaled the sterilized air of the academy. When the faint state passed, she looked at her ID again. No, this is not a hoax. The panel clearly displayed a message from the Ministry of Health. Valeria has long been waiting for him, tormented by assumptions about the content. Indeed, so much in her life depends on what will be in this standard notification. If there is just a date there, it means that she was selected! So, she has a very big chance to be among the chosen and happy women of the planet. If there are lines of text, then the path in this direction will be closed for it forever.

Standing in the doorway, she looked at her, as many times before. Cold stainless steel, black lacquer, silky leather, chromed cuffs. She was beautiful, a work of art. Cruel, cold, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring. The car dominated the room space as it dominated its thoughts. She beckoned with a promise of painful happiness, thoughts about which caused a shiver.

There was a stuffy Friday evening outside. I have just returned from a hard working week from the city back to my small village. And therefore he could legally allow himself to sip a beer on the throat, sitting right behind the wheel of his nine-naked kind. I stood on our only square in the village, near one of the two food stalls. The area, of course, is said strongly, just an asphalt platform for turning buses. There was also a terminus. It was evening, there was nothing. So from idleness, I looked at infrequent passersby. It was the beginning of the 2000s, 3 months ago I came from the army, so you know who I mostly looked out for. Girls, chicks, women, mares, and so on. At that time, we did not have the Internet, so we had to cling in the old way, with personal contact. But this was the problem. It seems like not to say about being offended: height 192, not skinny, broad-shouldered, pumped up (thanks to the army and special forces separately), dark-haired, gray-eyed, it’s not a quasimo-like face, but I’m not special in this. But here to communicate with the girls, well, in any! I start to moo, blush, blunt, the paragraph is shorter! No, I was no longer a virgin; before the army I was drunk a couple of times. One of them, a woman under 30, with a trailer, even promised to wait. But na such gave up to me? Give me a younger one, not with hanging tits.

I'll talk about a very common phenomenon these days. Women's treason and hypocrisy. The thought will not reach everyone who reads, since most have Baborabsky firmware, and even if their wife changes them with their best friend and gives them in the ass, such baborab will always find an excuse for her. It seems to me that not for nothing a couple of years ago, the “Chicken” groups began to close in large quantities, where conscientious guys laid out hypocritical whores — I will describe a typical type a bit later. With the mass laying out of these whores (And it turned out that almost every second of them), they even hooked up the police and publicly closed and banned them. In many cities now there are no such groups; this, you see, contradicts the freedom of another person. And the fact that a person is engaged in prostitution, and many guys are burned with such moral freaks, it's tenth. After the closure of these strongholds of justice (at least some), moral decay became very noticeable. Treason is already and for the dirt is not considered in many men.

Dear readers in story 38, I will describe to you one more of my sexual adventures. For those who have not read my stories in a few words I will describe myself. My name is Ilona. Now I am 24 years old. And so I am an ordinary girl from Ukraine. Slender, medium height, with dark hair, breasts of the second size. It is quite nice and attractive. And now I begin my story.

Arriving with a girlfriend in Cyprus and staying in Ayia Napa decided to break away from the full. At 30, I look good, blonde with a height of 165 cm, big blue eyes, a neat nose and sponges. 3 size standing chest and a miniature ass with slim beautiful legs. Already a year as divorced after a long marriage, I decided to allow my violent fantasy to come true. Charter tired of lying on the beach, warmed up with liquor decided to make a tour of the clubs. We went to the club for the Russians. The Kremlin danced there and did not find a couple who were a little disappointed and went to SoHo.

A call to the cell phone caught me at breakfast, that is, about four o'clock in the afternoon. I have such a job, the schedule is not normalized, so I sleep when I succeed. I put down my cornflakes with milk, picked up the phone. Nikita called, but he does not call on trifles. - At the device. - Tyoma, I'm on the case. - As always. Spit it out. - There is work. From Dmitry Sergeyevich.

I am 38 years old. I am the wife of a businessman who, by the age of 55, had turned into an old, grumpy impotent, and also an alcoholic. I married him when I was only 26, and he was 43 years old, but already then he drank Viagra to satisfy me. At first, he still tried to make me happy, but now he didn’t care about my wishes. My appearance is colorful - I am a tall blonde, my height is 182 cm, weight is 65 kg. Breast of the third size. Ass elastic, legs slender, embossed. I am a frequent guest in beauty salons. I dress beautifully and I like all the men who surround me. I look into their eyes and

Hello. My name is Lera, now I am 21 years old. I'm in college and graduated with honors this year. But this is not what I wanted to tell you. I want to share my story, tell about how I entered the “adult” life. I was still in the village school, in the tenth grade. And even though I was already 18 years old, I heard about sex only from the stories of girlfriends and from short videos that my classmates often included to me, thereby teasing me. First, a little about how I was then.

Wife planted her friend I still did not believe that this was happening in reality. In our bedroom, on the matrimonial bed, not her wife lay, but her best friend, she lay as she came in a summer dress, only with her legs tucked under herself, which made the dress a little stretched on her ass delineating beautiful hips, the thin fabric gave a clear contour of the panties . Faces of the culprit was not visible because of the red with curls of hair.

- Hello, an intriguing image ... - Hi, thanks! You too.. - Apparently you like to attract and seduce ... what size? - He walked his eyes over his open shoulders, lowered himself in the décolleté and his burning eyes from his chest, as if sensing him rose heavily and your cheeks turned pink.

- So, the new theme “Oscillating Movements” - the class obediently rustled with notebooks, and the teacher displayed sweeping letters with a marker on a white board. - Oscillatory movements we meet in life very often, they are united by one common characteristic, who knows which one? - They are slaughtered? - friendly laughter accompanied Ivan's shout, however, as always. He was the main instigator in the class, the leader and handsome. All the girls dried on this 18-year-old healthy man, but for some reason he did not notice them. Although the teacher could tell exactly why, but she was silent.

- So, you want to make me happy, isn't it, Natasha? - asked Ray, gently stroking her hair. With his eyes he devoured every bulge and hollow of the young tanned body of this perfect girl. This young, naked Russian girl, the blonde, standing in front of him, appealingly raising his eyes to him. “What ... What do you want me to do, sir?” And what if my husband finds out? - she sobbed.

I woke up on the deserted shore, foamy waves with noise beat on my legs, my body ached with pain, the sun blinded my eyes; where am i what happened to me I looked up and saw a dark-skinned guy looking at me, I tried to say something, but my parched throat made no sound ... I dropped my head on the sand and plunged into black oblivion ...

This strange story happened to me relatively recently! Sometimes I remember her with laughter, sometimes I get angry, and sometimes I think. Well, it was, and oh well! But, actually, that was. It was in January 2018. My wife and I rested in Thailand, in one popular city in a hotel in the south-west of the city. There is a very famous street where the Russian-speaking public hangs out. And then one day, tired of the heat, but satisfied sunbathed and bought up wandered into this street. Well, of course they went around the nearby market, shops and other pleasant small shops saw the sign, well, like ..