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A couple of newlyweds walked through the hotel to their bungalows. From the morning they were on the beach, and in the afternoon, when the hot Egyptian sun finally ceased to be affectionate, they dined at the local all-inclusive restaurant and were now going to their room to “play around” during a quiet hour. This was clearly hinted at by Andrei’s hand, which lay on Vika’s priest. When walking, male fingers rhythmically crawled over girl's buns, giving both pleasant sensations.

"Do not believe the light of day Do not believe the star of nights Do not believe that the truth is somewhere, But believe my love ... " W. Shakespeare "Hamlet" I will be your boy. By the page. Short haircut. Takes with a feather. Tight chest jacket. Top collar frill. Wide breeches in the hips. Stumpy boots made of soft leather. Is the jacket black? And the breeches too - are you dressed in the motives of "Hamlet"? - Yes, sir! On the bookshelf above the table is a white human skull. And he looks at us with curiosity. (Is he) Oh, poor Yorick!

Today, Andrei turned out to be a very unfortunate day. Or rather, it was unsuccessful yesterday, when Andrey faced off with a naked man in his apartment when he came home earlier than usual. It turned out that his pastor had long ago got herself a lover, with whom she periodically fucked. As it turned out, his name is Ruslan. It was a healthy strong guy seven years younger than Andrew. There was a quarrel, a showdown, with the result that Andrei was simply pointed at the door, saying that he should not interfere. His wife yelled at him, saying that as a man he is zero ... In short, sheer failure.

Hello, my name is Vladimir. I want to tell a story that happened to me in a very long time. In the summer, on holidays I went to the country. Opposite my country house, lived in a country house, a beautiful girl. Her name was Olya, and she was two years older than me. I really liked her, and I could secretly admire her for hours ... Especially when she was in a swimsuit, she had a cool figure, an appetizing ass, tummy.

Oh, what a daughter of a colonel, How not to love this! We then lived in Chelyabinsk, on the edge of the city, and I adored in the beginning of autumn to walk through a huge forest that started right behind our house. The third year of uni was a little more difficult and I loved to relax mentally. Stunning scents of pine forest, incredibly clean air brought freshness and even pleasure. And what clouds are bright across the sky, as if washed, like ships sailing, quietly, stately. Handsomely. What kind of study, what kind of stress, it is necessary to lie and look at the sky. And then one such beautiful day of September, while walking in the woods, I hear an obviously thievesome chant. He came closer - three such simply priblatnenny guys with muzzles of morons do not allow two very nice girls of about eighteen to pass. And then I quickly realized:

The small room was filled with lockers, and there was barely enough room to change her clothes without touching the walls and furniture. I pin a badge to the dressing gown with a single word “Love” and knocking, I go to the head of the department. - Love Sergeyevna, darling! - rises to me to meet a middle-aged doctor - Send out today? Well, thank you! What would we do without you! I don’t even know how to thank you.

The general meeting of the school began in a very nervous atmosphere. First, Anastasia Dmitrievna, deputy director for educational work, took the floor - she stood behind the rostrum, pulled up her skirt and lowered her panties, in case some of the men sitting in the hall wanted to have sex with her right during the performance.

Innochka lived with me for about 1.5 months, she traveled in August. She had a pretty asshole and the girl was a pretty good worker. It was also possible to praise, as a mistress and housewife. However, he never left thoughts about expanding the business and did not hide them in front of the blonde. As a result, I was introduced to Vera.

I wrote this story at the request of one of my readers about his adventures with his wife. It was a hot summer weather. I usually sat at work. There were few buyers among the week. The store is not big and I always managed to find a few free minutes to sit on social networks. I was looking through photos of girlfriends. They rested on the sea. I sat in a stuffy and dusty city. I asked my husband to take a vacation and roll off to the sea, but the chief did not let him go.

It was a clear spring day, the roads were already dry, but the summer heat had not yet come into force, on the contrary, the slightly cool wind refreshed coolly. All this greatly contributed to the pedestrian journey to the village in which I was waiting for work. The whole snag is that it has long passed for noon, and there were no signs of human settlements on the horizon. It’s time to start worrying that I don’t get to the village before dark and will have to sleep in the open. Not deadly, but unpleasant, I would very much like to avoid it. And, apparently, this settlement lies at a distance from at least some trade route. For all the way I have not met a single traveler.

And it all happened. He knew where she was going, she knew what would happen. Were they both aware of what would be the result? I do not think until the end. That was the final turn towards a completely different relationship. Both she and he needed more. There were five of them. And she. He stayed at home. Without contact with her. In monstrous and painful waiting. Without the right to masturbate. In the chastity belt, which he fastened on himself. And without an orgasm at this point already a couple of weeks. He constantly wrote some messages, complained, was angry, departed, screamed. I felt that I was excited to mist in my head, to almost insanity.

I was eighteen and my mother and I were preparing for a new year. The new year fell out for repairs, so the house was only a relative order, the wardrobe was moved to the wall, the nightstand stood in the middle of the room, but garlands and tinsel brightened the situation. Everything went as usual, the festive mood, my mother made salads, and I sat in the hall and cleaned the vegetables looking at the festive programs. It all started with the fact that last night, on the night air, I recorded a program on local television - an erotic carnival, it was either France or Italy, girls in open carnival costumes, strolled around the scene, some singer sang that A pop, respectable audience in evening dresses applauded after each number, and so on. I saw the announcement in the advertisement and since I liked all this Brazilian aesthetics of carnivals, I recorded this show, set the timer and now looked, switching to the central airs, when mom came into the hall.

Marry Larisa was married at 19 years old for Andrew, her peer. His first and only woman was she - the tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired love of his life. By the age of 36, they already had two children, financial stability, a flat, a couple of cars, and Andrei had time to grow stout, he became phlegmatic, a kind of fat man — a kind person. What to say? Sex left the marital bed, giving way to everyday life and affection. But Larissa was still eager, more and more often on hot nights dreaming about a lover. At all the celebrations, they were always together, exuding mutual love, carefully hiding misfortune from people, portraying a couple in love.

My mood was excellent, it was New Year's Eve; rare flakes of snow glittered in the light of lanterns were spinning in the frosty air and the holiday was approaching. It was December 30, we changed from the guard and I led the personnel to headquarters to report on the change, hand over their weapons, send the fighters to the barracks and go home to rest and get ready for the New Year.

A week has passed. Inna, having woken up, calculated: Andrei's day off today or not? The doorbell rang. “Who is there at this hour!” - Inna got up, throwing a blanket over her shoulders and, looking at the time (7:05), went out into the hallway. - Oleg has a shift ... - muttered, looking into the peephole - One hundred years you will live! - She smiled, turning the key. - Do not wake up? - Andrey spread the cloak over the floor and immediately smelled it - Are you alone? - You always walk naked! - Inna snorted, pulling on Andrei’s hand They kissed, pressing their bodies and fidgeting in an erotic dance. - Naked, but with a scarf! - she rubbed her cheek on silk - And why yellow? She pulled Andrew for themselves, holding the scarf, as on a leash! - Again on the bus? So early?

- In order to improve the quality of service your conversation will be recorded! - in perplexity, I took the phone away from my ear and almost pressed the end key. He stared with a surprised glance at the mobile phone screen: didn’t he confuse the subscribers, didn’t he accidentally poke at the Sberbank or Megafon service centers. No, that's right, the name “Nata” is highlighted, and in brackets the name of the metropolitan area, where she, according to her own assurances, lives and works.

I came to her after couples, her name was Alice, she was 18 years old, she just entered the university, she was very beautiful, her hair was a little red, her size was 2 breasts, and many girls were jealous of her butt and often the guys were staring at her ass . And my name is Slava, I am also 18 years old, not very athletic, generally an ordinary Russian 18-year-old boy from the province. We have known her since school, we have been friends for a long time, but the truth is, I have already loved her for more than three years.

My wife Lenuska started to come home from work with some kind of burning eyes. I knew this fucking shine well - it meant that she liked someone. - Helen, did you have a fan at work? - I asked directly. - Yes, Serozha, we have a new manager in our department, Acne. - She answered. - Took on probation a week ago. And he is so ... cute ...

The story is written to order. All names are changed. Anya was shaking in a half-empty bus, and looked out the window. It was already dark outside. The bus slowly rolled along the street. This terribly enraged Anya ... She had to get home before her husband ... But why didn't I take a taxi? - she thought in her mind, - Would be already at home ... The driver, as specially, stood for a long time at the stops, waiting for each passenger. She impatiently fidgeted on the seat ... Well, how much can you stand?

Oleg silently looked out the window, watching people hurrying down the street. At first glance, they all looked the same. All wrapped in "identical" jackets, coats or fur coats. All equally in a hurry somewhere for their business. Each of them is part of the crowd, the country and the whole of humanity. Nevertheless, each of them had his own life. Their experiences, dreams, secrets and "skeletons in the closet." Oleg loved to watch people. Every time, whether otherwise looking at some random person, he tried to guess what he was hiding, what he was thinking, experiencing or dreaming about. Whether we managed to guess correctly or not, we probably will never know, and Oleg himself was never particularly bothered either. He was fascinated and amused by the process itself. This was his own game, in which he played with himself with the involuntary participation of others.