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This story began with a phone call. Called Natasha, the bride of a friend who celebrates her birthday today. The essence of the request was extremely simple - to help choose a good gift. My day was completely free, and having agreed on the meeting time, I continued to go about my business. I had already bought my gift in advance and now he was waiting for the birthday boy, flashing a bow on top. - Hello! - Natasha said, getting into my car.

This is my first story. I hope it will not be very strict. I can't write beautifully. It happened in the summer of 2001, if I'm not mistaken. I do not remember exactly. I then went with the company to Koktebel to rest. In principle, I still remained like a good girl, at least between my first meeting and the bed I had 2-3 dates, but I did not even think about group sex. This summer, Sveta's friend persuaded me to do nudism. Personally, it scared me a little, it was embarrassing and very exciting at the same time. The company picked up a motley one, otherwise you can't say: besides Svetka and her boyfriend Semyon, there was also Nadia, a not very pretty fat woman with a bunch of complexes, Ira, who had a boyfriend in Samara, and Anton, Ira’s brother, who wasn’t was interested in. There were various rumors about him, but two years later he got married, so now I don’t believe all this gossip. Semyon and Anton were still sportsmen, the figures were pumped up, and this scared off potential cavaliers. I realized it too late. Two days passed, she got tanned on the beach, almost burned herself, and no one bothered.

Today I decided to start going to fitness. Almost a year and a half after the divorce, I did not have anyone, but I understood that you need to keep yourself in shape. I was in this gym for the first time, especially for training, I bought sportswear: tight black pants and a T-shirt. I do not have excess weight, but the sports load never hurts. I walked around the hall and looked at all the variety of simulators. As usual, I started training with a run on the treadmill, turned on the headphones. Start - slow walking. Gradually increasing the pace, I confidently ran. In the gym, everything was clean and beautiful, there were beautiful muscular boys and girls around. While I was running along the path, I remembered how the divorce happened a year and a half ago.

This part is not a new story, but only a continuation of the fourth part ... Andrew quietly left his refuge in the balkon, trying not to rustle, he sought his own number. He entered the room, his thoughts were confused, and his heart was beating with a heavy thud, what he saw from the balcony was incredibly pleasant to him, he had not yet seen Lena, but the feeling that Lena had thrown him was complete.

I had no plans to write again about Ira, the heroine of the old. In the remote, extending to and for the year 2020, when all the notes of a notebook are embodied, it can still be, but it was difficult to name this idea actual. However, after reading Zonder's story “25 years later,” where he talks about an intimate meeting with a woman, sex with which was last time more than twenty years ago (despite the fact that the information connection was not interrupted, and friendly communication between them years, and they called her by a remarkable coincidence, too, Irina), it seemed to me flashed by a flash of a local “big bang”, and the muse that emerged from nowhere imperiously poked me with a pointing finger: “Write! Got it, yes, about whom? That's it!".

Artyom looked with pleasure and with hidden pride at his new tatuha on his right forearm, which turned bright with bright colors, depicting an interlacing, like two Eight serpents gothic painted the figure 88 on Artem’s body. For the uninitiated, this number meant nothing, but for Artem he meant everything . He was a sincere, convinced, honest neo-Nazi who firmly believed in two things: the fact that he is an Aryan and his race is the steepest of all, the second is that all other people of other nationalities are not people, but half-faith, just because of someone’s mistake live on one planet and spoil it, prevent real people, such as Artyom and his skinhead friends, from living.

Ilya Romanovich once again looked through an old family photo album. At 45 years old, he remained true to tradition and this album was not electronic, but completely paper-based, in an old dermantin binding. The oldest photos, the seventies and eighties, were black and white, often yellowed by time, but still so cozy and familiar.

The city languished from heat and stuffiness. The sun was scorching all day in the sky, and a trembling haze rose from the asphalt. On the street, the girls walked, burdened with only a minimum of clothes, which set up a playful mood. I didn’t want to think about work at all ... But it was this girl who brought us to the office for an interview today. However, she looked, we can say, pretty well. A white-light green dress with a spicy neckline covered the legs almost to the knees, the bottom of the calf entangled sandals in the Greek style. From the head flowed a waterfall of dark-red, even more rusty hair, wonderfully in tune with her green eyes. The image was completed with a heart shaped pendant, a light metal engagement ring and a watch gleaming on the right hand, while the charmer got documents from a white handbag.

Sveta herself didn’t really understand the buzz of hanging around every abandoned building, although she pretended that she was interested in all this stalkering, but in order to spend more time with Anton. Svetlana was secretly in love with a guy, and he didn’t even pay attention to her, and the only opportunity for her was to get close to him, it’s to work together on similar industrial tourism. Anton was a prominent guy, dried up on him, almost half of the flow girls, so Sveta’s gray mouse had no special chance, as she didn’t try. It also had the effect that the girl didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex, she certainly wasn’t a virgin anymore, but she couldn’t boast a stormy intimate life either. So she dragged along with Anton and his company to various abandoned factories and factories, looking for her chance, without knowing what was fascinating.

It was a warm, sunny day in early October. It was that time, as they say, “Indian Summer”, the leaves had already turned yellow, but the leaves had not yet come. I picked up a couple at the border, a guy ... well, like a guy, a man of about 40, and a pregnant woman about 30 years old. Puziko she was already visible, as it turned out 7 months. They drove to a nearby town. Pretty nice couple. The woman had that time when she was especially beautiful! But the man was some twitching, that is. Well, all the dads that survived the pregnancy of their wives and not only their wives, will understand it.

In the hands - a long black piece of matter, dense and slightly rough to the touch. Why does he need me, a sort of scarf with a fringe around the edges? Your fingers are teasing exactly the same, narrow and also not at all soft. Why do you need it, what are you going to do? What are we going to do both? I came to your dream, flapping my dark wings, scratching my corner in space, winning you from the other, which might be near - but hardly closer now than I am so far away.

Caution! In the story there are scenes of guro and ordinary death. Do not read this, if you do not like this genre. All heroes of the story is 18 years old. *** Marisha’s mood was upbeat. Every Tuesday after the sixth lesson, her class gathered in the history room to listen to the next lesson. It would seem, what is there to rejoice - boring for 45 minutes, nothing good. But today, according to rumors, something really interesting was going to happen in the class hour. The girl's heart began to beat furiously when she and her classmates walked into the office and saw Arkady Semenovich, the teacher standing on a stepladder, tying a rope with a loop to a hefty hook over the board.

- There will be three of them, then another will join. It is possible in the mouth, point, pussy, also merge anywhere. Spanking, spitting, slapping by itself is allowed. Flog will be able to all but the head and whip. It can be used as a urinal. Almost everything that comes to mind is possible. And it is exactly at 15 o'clock. Will start at six in the evening. By nine in the morning she is free. If he wants. Will call you. If he wants. And maybe me. However, it will not be interesting to me. You also listen to her exploits will be interesting. Lick, clean, wash. But that is only if she has the strength.

This story is a real letter from Mira to Alex. If there are positive feedback and comments, we will post Alex’s reaction to the letter) I wake up early in the morning and, barely opening my eyes, I cling to you. Carefully, in order not to wake up, I touch the tips of the fingers of your face, tracing the outline of your lips. Also, light touches, I spend on your chest, stomach, go down below. Finger penetrate the gum underwear, watching your reaction. Your breathing is deep and even, you are still still sound asleep, or you are able to pretend to be skillful!

I stood, turning my back to the wall, and listened to the steps behind my back. A stranger wrapped his arm around me and squeezed my mouth. - Shut up, or you will be very painful. If you are an obedient girl, you will go home safe and sound. “Please don't hurt me.” I will do what you order me. Heart involuntarily stronger beat in the chest. The whole atmosphere of the darkened apartment contributed to this. I tried to cause a shiver. Let my abuser feel like I'm scared and enjoy it.

This morning was unusually creamy. The soft light of the cold winter sun flooded the room, ignoring the translucent beige curtains, and the girl who had been fighting with him all morning, spinning from side to side, still gave up. “Hi, new day. “- Lyuba opened her eyes, smiled broadly, arched, and ran her hands over her face, as if brushing off the remnants of sleep. Soft slippers rustled on the floor, and the girl still could not stop yawning, sweetly smacking on the way to the bathroom. Passing through the thin partition that separated them from the room they shared with her sister, Luba mischievously grabbed the edge of the Vera blanket, with each step more and more pulling him to the floor, and hearing a quiet murmur, she smugly fluttered to her parents. Dad was on the flight, so my mother slept alone, sitting strictly on the diagonal: “just like me” - the girl giggled and looked at the younger brother, who was sitting, practically leaning against the TV, from the screen of which, very quietly so as not to wake the sleeping parent, broadcast leading good morning.

My neighbor Vitali is 10 years older than me, but he constantly gets younger and often asks me to go with him and his wife to a dance. What is it, couples often come to our city dance floor. But with me he seems more comfortable! Well, okay, but here's another case. I told him that my fellow student Tolik loves to walk with his young wife in the park. But so that she does not wear panties - it excites him so! He even several times after the walk dragged her into the dark hugo of our park and there, placing her near the bench with “crustaceans,” blew her with great enthusiasm.

How nice to ride a bike in the summer on a dirt road and feel the smell of grass in the fields located on the left and right. I even stopped, closed my eyes and breathed in the full breast again, this smell, turned off all thoughts and felt how pleasantly the sun warms. And only small insects occasionally broke the silence of this place. Once again sitting on the bike, I drove slowly on. During the stay, the seat warmed up, and through my panties I felt warm, and the breeze pleasantly caressed my bare chest under my T-shirt. Maybe this is not the best outfit for the trip, because I am not on the beach, but on such a hot day slippers, panties and a light T-shirt were best suited.

Good day, reader / reader! What you read further is a fragment of real correspondence. Virtual sex is beautiful and exciting. SHE IS: Warm spring, probably April. We spend time in a large company of friends or just good friends. Perhaps it's someone's birthday. And none of those present knows that there is something between us. We communicate, have fun, flirt with guys and girls, try to pretend that they are not interesting to each other. And only occasionally, I catch your look. Especially when you notice me dancing with some of the men present. Noticing that you are watching, I cling to the man tightly - our dance begins to go a little beyond the limits of decency.

0) 2011, shortly before Moscow. Mamba. Olga She has some kind of incomprehensible, torn work schedule: sometimes during the day online for hours, then in the evening at 11 o'clock it turns out to be five minutes, just to say how tired she is and to say good night. Geographic convergence - once lived in the Blessed Land, bordering our Ems region; even earlier - in one of the republics of the USSR, but the Russian itself left it with their parents as soon as perestroika began to look like a shootout.