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Well, everything is like that bearded joke and it was, one to one, e-my, shit! I returned from the flight a day earlier. From a pier to each wheelbarrow docked. I ring, I ring at the door - no one unlocks it. I had to drop an army trunk from my shoulder, to look for my own keys, which are almost at the very bottom! I unlock the door, in the apartment there is silence, I hear only - in the shower the water is noisy - my wash means, and in the hallway of sneakers other people, well, obviously not mine, fact, shit!

Scarlett arrived in the black dress, in which the side can see a piece of the chest. As soon as I saw this piece, as well as a significant part of the bare back, I immediately began to harden. My dick was filled with blood and she noticed it, though she did not give a look. Following our agreement, I met her completely naked, to which she diligently did not pay attention. At the same time, I knew that my nudity and dangling erect penis excites her indescribably. The dress fabric looked smooth and I was already looking forward to the end of it for the first time.

At first there was darkness. Hopeless darkness seemed empty. Soon came dreams. The dreams were disturbing. Great insult. The escape. Pain. Rage and lust for power. Then the sensation of the body came to the dreams. The body responded with pain. The pain merged with infinity. Pain reminded the name. Sindorel. The name has become dear to consciousness. Through an intolerable burning sensation in her whole body, the young elf raised heavy eyelids. A torch dimly burning nearby, seemed to her a small sun.

Early summer Evening. The sun sets over the horizon. From the river pulls cool. We wait... What are we waiting for, whom we stand ... Not what and whom, but determination ... “You sure are.” - She asks. I am silent. And at the very thought of a gallop. “Am I sure? Yes, dick knows! ”This experience is new to us. Yes, we already had meetings in different formats and going left. Have both. But like this! In fact, I myself brought her to the meeting. He picked her pussy. He himself was not against! And now jitters ...

A pretty girl who sat on a nearby bench was chirping with her friend about something. This voice made him emerge from his own sleep and reach out. It seems that he and fell asleep on the bench, bathed in rays of the setting sun. The day after college was entirely at his disposal. Parents "stuck" on fishing. And other relatives lived far away. Friends were busy preparing for the test ...

In the stone city every day began about the same. Usually, this is the sound of a bell that heralds the beginning of new accomplishments. This sound overlaps the meowing of cats, the rustling of mice in the underground and the barking of dogs. Somewhere in the distance, on the farms, there are cries of roosters. The urban pigeons, accustomed to the bells, are only lazily rolling over the pavement. Sometimes these birds are driven away by a hurried cook. Occasionally, a gaping guard knocks on bars with a halberd shaft scaring lazy pigeons. An ordinary day comes to the city, forcing the residents to wake up, plod, cook simple food and go about their business.

That is the name of the woman living with me on the same landing. She moved to our house about 30 years ago, an unremarkable little girl with an oriental face, a couple of years younger than me. She was married for several years, then left alone with her son. Neighborly eaten, about that, about this, inoda I helped her with the male housework.

After reading a few stories on the site, I thought for a long time and decided to share with you my story that happened to me several years ago. Perhaps it will seem long and tedious to someone, but I wanted to convey to you my memories and feelings. I am about 40 years old. I have been working for many years in the same company and at the moment I am the director of one of the branches. The team is about 80 people, quite friendly, but as is the case, we communicate more at work, and we gather only for some holidays and anniversaries. Although why I am telling you everything, let it be like a small introduction ...

This episode happened to me during one of the many trips to Riga. In fact, the Riga holidays can be distinguished by a separate cycle of stories, so many people connect me with this city. Having received another visa, I, at the invitation of my friend, went to visit him. As a hospitable host, he gave me another tour of the sights of the capital of the Baltic state, with the obligatory visit to drinking and entertainment venues. The year was 2003 or 2004, I do not remember exactly, but it does not matter.

No matter how trite it may sound, all this happened on the most ordinary July day, which did not foretell anything that happened during it, and all subsequent events. The day turned out to be quite hot, and in the process of the usual bicycle rider, I began to have thoughts, but didn’t roll to the sea, and didn’t refresh myself there, speaking the heat, against the fact that it’s still far enough from the beach to the house and the effect of bathing obviously will end much faster than you get there. Indulging in these reflections, lazily pedaling and looking around, I caught the attention that despite the heat and the general desertness of the track, I still catch up with another cyclist, I also thought that I was not alone in riding such a roast.

I never liked to walk the streets at night. I can’t say that I lived in a criminal area right there, but getting to the house in the dark was definitely uncomfortable, and not at all due to the autumn coolness. But hardly at that time I imagined that I was waiting for me on a day when the train was late by almost half a day due to an accident on the tracks. Thus, I came to my city from a nearby one almost after midnight. It's amazing how I managed to squeeze in the last minibus from the station and finally get to my native quarters. Otherwise I would have to call a taxi, spending a good third of the scholarship, which I certainly could not afford.

- Svetochka, maybe even champagne for brotherhood? Uncle Valera deftly filled her glass and, with his usual gesture, crossed his muscular paw with a gentle girl's wrist. The girl smiled favorably and put up her lips. With each toast, their kisses grew deeper, and it became more and more difficult for my uncle to hide an erection. Antoshka's nephew arrived for the weekend and brought the girl for the first time.

I met Roman when I saw his message on the free classifieds website. “Moskvich, 53 years old. I am looking for an inexperienced fan of a blowjob. " Older men have always attracted me, so without hesitation I replied: - Hello! Interested in your ad. I want to make a blowjob. I'm 34, plump. After a couple of hours, he replied, and the correspondence began. - Good wish! And before someone did? The sit is here? Or mine?

It is recommended to read with caution and not to pronounce the anthem to Satan out loud. "The reality, as it seems to me, is much worse than any story about the dead, ghosts and aliens." George Romero. - Oh, coming. - Does not go, but writes. Again for my soul. On the back ran an unpleasant chill. - Beauty-ah. Hey, touchy! There were three of them. Three young rich idlers, pursuing me the second day. Yesterday, they waved my hands and invited me into the car. They talked vulgarity. Offered to smash up good. Like, they enjoy, and I earn. Today, one of them stood in the middle of the road and blocked my way. “Fuck off,” I said, rather abruptly, but he grabbed my arm.

Men and women are attracted to each other. Constantly everywhere. From wild passion to tender love. Sex, love, betrayal. A constant companion of relations between a man and a woman. Wrong husband, unfaithful wife. Scandals, quarrels, tears of parting. And all because nature assigned different functions to men and women. They are attracted to each other in different ways. And not knowing this simple truth leads to so many problems in a relationship. The myth of feminine loyalty. How many copies and arrows were broken about him. All because people do not understand why they need each other, who performs what role in relationships, and the nature of their attraction to the opposite sex. And why is all this so and not otherwise.

Summer has come. It is time for vacations and we, that is, me and my wife Tatiana went to the sea by savages. Well, not exactly savages, one of Tatiana's colleagues gave a phone number in Feodosia, where she was resting with her husband, said that it was not expensive and worthy, the most important thing is 10 minutes walk to the sea slowly. On positive emotions, we went by car. We Lada 12 model.

“Oh,” Vitya was vaguely surprised at something behind me. - Hello! - the guest loudly greeted. - Good afternoon, - I did not greet the visitor without turning around. The sysadmin's profession assumes that during the working day, strangers with different computer-related constantly come to our room and not only have problems and do not have the strength to turn around on everyone. In addition, I was connected to the computer of one of the accountants, who had so inopportunely stopped printing the printer from 1c, and I really wanted to close this application before lunch.

Igor first saw her at a birthday party. He was invited there simply out of courtesy for the company, and he simply did not know many there. Having decided to sit for a couple of hours, for the sake of decency and escape, Igor suddenly saw her and for some reason he wanted to change his plans. The girl was slim, with a beautiful sexy figure, skinny slim legs and the face of a princess, so arrogant and at the same time attractive. He began to secretly watch her. She looked about twenty, looking young and full of life. A circle of guys immediately formed around her, who briskly asked about something, spoke, she basically laughed. Guy seized desire. He wanted her, though he understood that it was impossible.

For a time there was no desire to engage in prose, but recently I visited the muse of creativity again. By the way, my muse is hanging out with the nymphs for some reason, for some reason, it pulls "dirty" stories to write. So I continue the cycle of stories about our prodigal adventures. But, just in case, I repeat, this is not an autobiography on the topic of sex, but simply sketches from parallel reality. Names, of course, will not be the same. But everything that has been said below, of course, did not take place, because how can such a thing take place ...

This story happened to one officer a friend of another officer named Fedor, when they whiled away the time in one room for two in a hotel in the city, where they arrived with him as inspectors in the naval commission headed by First Deputy Commander of the Pacific Fleet, Vice Admiral Zakharov. He, captain of rank 2, deputy head of the fleet chemical service for logistical support, often got into the naval commissions to prepare ships for combat service, Zakharov knew him well, since he was very knowledgeable in his specialty about what he needed a ship sailing autonomously for a long time in order to correct any malfunction on its own, as it is unenviable to help others in the distant waters of the Pacific Ocean, for it will simply not be given to anyone.