My name is Alex, and my partner Sophia and I have been together for five unforgettable years. We met during our university days in a bustling city, instantly drawn to each other like magnets. Sophia, standing at 1.67 meters, has a radiant presence—curves that turn heads and a confidence that captivates everyone. I’m 1.72 meters, lean and fit, with an unassuming charm that Sophia always says she adores.
I sat in the chair and admired my girlfriend. She was charming, especially when she was absorbed in her work. Now the love of my life was translating an article. The room was filled with subdued light, the bluish light from the laptop illuminated her sweet face, dark curls and aristocratic hands with thin wrists.
My name is Tonya, I am 20 years old, I am a slender brunette, with a third size breast. I always wanted thrills in sex, but I was unable to experience them. One day, a man wrote to me on a dating site, offering to spend time with him for a very large sum of money if he liked my body.
Vera lived alone in a modest apartment on the fourth floor of an old building. At 20, she was already used to being alone, it gave her freedom. Vera was a bright girl, with soft, expressive features and a body that did not allow her to go unnoticed. Especially her breasts - noticeably larger than those of her peers, and arousing interest in many, even without deep cleavage.
I used to hate trolleybuses. Especially during rush hour. It's amazing how a few square meters of the interior could accommodate so many people. However, it so happened that I could get to my university on one trolleybus without transfers or on three buses, so I chose the economical cramped interior of the trolleybus.
I am Nina, I am 42 years old, I am slim with a good figure and breasts, blonde, 178 cm tall, weighing about 65 kg, but we will talk about my youth. At the age of 17, I began dating a guy named Misha, he was 18 years old, we did not have sex, only oral sex.
I had many interesting encounters, but one I will remember for the rest of my life. Well, I was a pretty convenient lover - I didn't demand anything in return for intimate relations. Once I placed an ad in a dating newspaper.
It was the 19th century at the court of the Emperor of Russia Alexander I. And if you think that this was a time of modesty, you are deeply mistaken!!! Debauchery reigned at the court, as it did throughout the capital - St. Petersburg. The emperor himself was calm and even cold to the ladies, unlike his younger brother - a little crazy Prince Constantine. This prince was very handsome, tall, muscular, with delicate bronze-colored skin
It was a rainy Friday evening in March, and my husband was out of town for a work conference. Our regular babysitter, Sophie, had agreed to stay late so I could have a night to myself. She’s 20, a sweet college sophomore with long auburn hair, freckles across her nose, and a quiet confidence that always made me notice her a little more than I should. I’m 31, married, but lately I’d been feeling restless, curious about things I’d never acted on.
It was a humid August afternoon, and the old air conditioner in my bedroom had finally died. I’d called the building maintenance guy that morning, and he said he’d swing by sometime after lunch. I’m 25, living alone in a small one-bedroom apartment, and that day I was exhausted from a late shift the night before. After a quick shower I threw on just an oversized t-shirt and panties, crawled into bed, and fell into a deep, heavy sleep with the windows open to catch whatever breeze there was.