Masha T.   view profile 

My name is Masha, I began to spy on my parents after I had seen them fucking for the first time. I began to masturbate a few years after. I had my first very close girlfriend at 16. Her name was Sveta. She was a slim, pretty brunette of medium height with very dark eyes.

He plumb lips always excited me a lot. But most of all I liked her round ass. We always shared everything with her. Once she dropped by at my place, we had a little bit of wine and I wanted love very much, but I could not confess that I liked her a lot and would like to make love to her. Then I went into the other room. I put my favorite porn cassette on. I began to masturbate, first I put a hand in my panties and began to rub my pubis. Then I rubbed my clit and began to shiver a little with excitement. When I was on the brink of rapture, I did not bring myself to orgasm, I took then my mother?s dildo and began inserting it into my vagina slowly, then I came very soon.

I was sitting on the sofa when my friend walked in. My skirt was still up. Sveta noticed it and seemed to like what she saw. She came up to me, set down by my side and kissed me. She said she had been thinking of doing it too. She began to pull my panties down slowly and massage my clit. Then she undid the buttons on my blouse and began to stroke my tits. Then me switched over to 69 position and began to lick each others pussies.
Sveta put a thumb in my cunt and began to move it there. I came soon and took care of her. I took mother?s dildo and put it inside Sveta slowly also turning it round inside her. Soon Sveta came too, even peed a little, I licked her juices off and then me began to kiss.
We went to the bathroom together and stood under the shower. Sveta began to kiss me on the lips, then my neck and came all the way down to my cunt. I stood doggy-style so that she could enjoy the view of my pussy better. She took the dildo and stuck it inside me so deep that it even hurt.

Raissa K.   view profile 

I lost my virginity soon after, actually, not that it was needed at all. Just all my friends went through it one by one and described everything in details. So, it looked like they were already ?grown-ups?, while I was still ?a baby?.

They already had their special conversations, in which my word did not carry any weight ? since I was not familiar with ?the subject?. The longer it lasted, the more my pride was hurt. So, I began to figure out who I could do it with after all.
I did not love anyone, but a lot of guys liked me so I got proposed a lot. I picked a guy, one who did not have a girlfriend at the moment, but I knew that he was ?experienced?. We dated for about a month, he gave me rides on his bike.
The more I got to knew him, the better I understood that I did not like him at all, and I would not continue with him after. But I pretended I liked him. Actually, he had one advantage ? he had the keys to his old uncle?s dacha. So, once we stopped there? It was dark and cold, we crawled under a pile of blankets and sheepskin coats. Crawled about there for about an hour. Impressions? Basically, nothing special. I could not see anything, so I could just feel the ?process?. I helped him to pull off my jeans and panties myself. I tried not to be tight, on the contrary, tried to open myself up more. That was a piece of advice my friends gave me. Since you made up your mind to do it, you would have to do it anyway. And if you play shy, it would only hurt more.

I asked him to put a condom on, but he said ?a rubber? would not work on a virgin for some reason. However, he promised not to come inside me. So that was basically it. We ?kneaded dough? for about 5 or 7 minutes under the pile of covers. Everything turned out to be simpler and much less romantic than I imagined. The pain was not too bad, but no any special exciting sensations either. It was not even pleasant.
For some time afterwards I felt myself a kind of taken in ? was this nonsense really worthy worrying about it so much. Did I need it all? I was doing fine as a virgin. Well, I boasted to my friends straight away, of course. As for the guy, I ditched him in about a week. Just caviled at something he said and ?took offence to death?.
Did that experience give me something? Well, nothing special. Could have been done later. Could have been done with a special person and all set up as a big event ? would be more fun than at the dirty dacha under the pile of blankets. But nothing can be changed ? that was my decision at the time.
As for the first cheating, I do not really know what to say. Technically, that guy was my first. But speaking of being unfaithful to him is just silly and makes no sense.

Raissa K.   view profile 

After finishing school I worked as a lab assistant for a year before joining the college. I had a steady boyfriend by then already, and was more or less happy with my sex life. Not that I really enjoyed it, rather I just felt good, because he liked it and I knew ?I fulfilled my duty well?. Well, of course, I did feel sexually aroused and all that myself as well.

One day I was sent to the experimental workshop to assist at some testing. The testing was supervised by an engineer technologist, a man who was almost 20 years older than me. My duty was to assist him, so we had to spend a lot of time together, and spoke of a lot of different things when we had nothing to do. He was a very pleasant companion, treated me well, with attention and friendliness. I felt at ease speaking of anything with him.
Once he mentioned his son being a prankster at school, teachers complained he was picking on girls in the class, catching them in dark corners of the cloak room trying to get under their skirts. In return I mentioned my early motorbike experiences. Sharing that made us sort of close to each other immediately.
From speaking of children?s problems we somehow easily switched to the problems of adults. I was never that open with anyone before, and the day just flew like a moment. We continued our conversation the next day, and each word we shared made us closer and closer and we felt sort of united by a common secret we shared. Each day our conversations became hotter and more and more open. I had never felt such joy and excitement with my boyfriend.

Sitting at the desk facing each other, our heads down, pretending to be studying the working drawings, we discussed in the finest details the way I had sex with my boyfriend, how he was ?having? his wife and mistresses (which he turned out to have quite a few), how our friends did it, who had what kind of ?you know what? and so on? Most of all I wanted those conversations to go on forever. However, I understood that my experience was much smaller than his, but I had to keep telling him something to keep him interested.
Then I decided to make up a story. So, I made up that ?story of my youth? about myself and two guys. Nothing like that had happened to me at the time. Not yet. But when I started telling it, I felt that his attitude changed immediately? Before, he treated my stories of sex with my boyfriend condescendingly, often interrupted me saying: ?Well, to me it happened once that??
But that time he set all tense, swallowing a lump in his throat now and then, and listened greedily. Seeing his interest, I began to improvise, inventing the dirtiest details on the spot, something I could not even think of before. But most important, while that story was in my head, it made me feel aroused, no more than that.

Vicka Z.   view profile 

What shell I tell about? Maybe this is worth mentioning. Few years ago I lost my job at the kindergarten. How were we supposed to survive? How to make the living? So we went into ?shuttle business? with my husband. We would go to Odessa to buy stuff there to sell it here in Kiev, making some money.

Things picked up and we switched to going to Moscow. Besides, the ruble to Ukrainian grivna exchange rate was to our advantage. Business was good. At first we would go together. We went in big groups like 10 ? 15 people. Then my husband stopped going with me. He became in charge of taxes, besides, he managed the two kiosks we rented. I continued going without him. People who have been in this business, would understand what I am talking about. A bunch of people on the road, having broken free from the everyday routine. Booze. Money. Successfully crossed borders. Already when I went the second time without husband, guys in our group began making advances to me. It was hot. Summer. First thing we girls did after boarding the train was going to the toilet to wash ourselves somehow and put fresh panties on. Then we began drinking. There were a lot of people, so two people had to sit on one seat. Serezha settled down next to me. We drank, ate, and lost control over our emotions gradually. Serezha put his arm around my waist. No big deal. I did not mind.

I was wearing sports pants (hot, but practical) and panties underneath. A loose T-shirt on top and a bra. My bra was unhooked (same as other girls?), but not taken off completely. It is indecent to let the nipples show throw the t-shirt, but I wanted my body to have some rest.
We set on the side berth. I was by the window, squashed by Serezha. We had drank enough already. I felt Serezhka?s hand dived under my T-shirt and began to stroke my back. I gave him a look of surprised indignation (trying no to attract everybody?s attention). ?Is there a problem?? ? whispered Serezhka in my ear. Well, basically, there was no problem, but after 4 days of being on the road, I had already accumulated some sexual desires. His hand stroked me where the bra hook was supposed to be. As if giving me a hug his hand slid under my arm and fingers dived under my bra cup. I twitched with indignation, but Serezha held me tight. What would you do in my place? Would you jump up and start yelling for the whole car to hear? Well, I kept silent too.

Yana S.   view profile 

It happened in summer a year ago. My friend Svetlana invited me to her dacha for the weekend. Her parents went for a vacation somewhere and were to be back only at the end of the week. And boyfriend was planning on spending the weekend with a fishing rod, vodka and friends. Without Svetlana, naturally. Just by coincidence my Serega was leaving on company business too.

I got ready quick ? took my sexiest bikini of a ?party girl? type, terry towel, 500 rubles in cash. Since there would be the two of us with Svetlana, we were sure to get drunk and go over all the little adventures we had in the last 10 years. But since we were decent girls, we would have to drink something decent as well.

We met by the ticket office at the railway station. Svetlana said:
-Hi, I bought us a pineapple. What shell we wash it down with?
- Well done, - I said, - wine, what else.
We bought three bottles of wine. Red, naturally. Moldavian. Well, and all the snacks too: some cheese, sausage, two packs of pelmeni, box of chocolates (Svetlana has a sweet tooth), a few packs of dried squid, some pears, plums and grapes (that was my idea), honey (to rub Svetlana with in sauna) and some mineral water. The rest, said Svetlana, could be found at dacha. Either in the fridge or in the garden. So, we stocked up, loaded the stuff in the railway car and went.
Svetlana set with her legs crossed, swaying her red show to the rhythm of the car wheels banging on rail junctions. I set opposite her unintentionally catching the sight of her thin white panties with shadow of black pubic hair visible through. We both have cute bodies. Actually, as well as everything else :) Our boyfriends appreciate the treasures they have, although they do not communicate much with each other. However when we all meet occasionally they look at each others acquisitions with approval. Mine once even confessed that with such a girl as Svetlana he would be happy to do ?something more interesting?. Naturally, adding that only if he had not known me, of course. Because I am the best girl on earth. I know. I believe it, sure thing. :)
Later I noticed that the guy that set next to me also ?dived? under Svetlana?s skirt periodically. His eyes were popping out. I took Svetlana?s pen (she was solving a crossword puzzle) and wrote on the piece of paper: ?The guy next to me wants you?. And set giggling. Svetlana understood what I meant. She put her leg down, set a little bit like that, then leaned backwards and spread her knees, as if accidentally. The sight was even hotter! Svetlana?s thighs are juicy and tight. As my Serega said ? ?you feel like having a bite straight away?. Between them there was a white lacy strip. The guy was impressed big time! At first he did not know what to do with his eyes. Then found out. Took a paper and pretended to read, but all he was looking at was Svetlana.
He had an obvious hard-on. He was trying to cover it with the paper, blushed. I saw it well from the side. I wrote to Svetlana again: ?He is going to come now and splash it all over the car!? Svetlana read it and set trying hard to suppress her laughter. That was how we went. His friend was sitting next to Svetlana, he was looking at my legs. He was kind of cute. But my skirt was longer than Svetlana?s. So I could not give him the same treat even if I wanted it. However, I was wearing no bra, and my skirt had a very high cut on the side. So he took turns studying my breasts and the side of my thigh ? so that I began to feel horny myself too. Even wet my panties a bit. Svetlana?s games must have added fuel to the fire.
The two guys got off at the same station as us. It was about 40 minutes walk to Svetlana?s dacha from the station. We bought some tomato juice at the station kiosk, drank some, giggled and hit the road. The guys appeared to be heading our way. They introduced themselves. They were funny guys, we did not mind. We gave them the packets with food and stuff to carry straight away. It was so hot, the sun was burning, there was not much fun carrying begs ourselves. We walked along and chattered. The guy who set next to me on the train was trying hard to win Svetlana?s attention. Svetlana laughed and flirted with him. In a word, chemistry was there.:)
The other guy, Slavik, was making advances to me. He was cute, muscular, fit ? a sort of a playboy in a word. Brown languished eyes, dark hair, short haircut. Skin-tight jeans, muscular chest obvious under the T-shirt. I a word, every sex hungry girl?s dream. For some reason I thought straight away that he would be very pleasant in bed.
Unwittingly we came to our street. Guys said:
- Ok, we will see you off to your house, we need to know where such pretty girls live!
- Girls li

- You never know, - replied Svetlana, - where do children come from then?
- Whose children? ? asks Slavik.
- Mine and Yana?s, - said Svetlana.
- Are there many? ? asked Slavik.
- Enough, - replied Svetlana.
- Are they all here, on the dacha? ? smiled Slavik.
- Here, there, everywhere, - said Svetlana.
Denis interfered:
- Ok, let?s move on, Slava, don?t you see, they have enough children already?
- Ok, but we will stop by tonight anyway. Just to have some brandy with your husbands, - laughed Slavik. Then we parted.
We made it to the house, got changed, finished the juice and went to the river. To sunbathe. It was about four in the afternoon, summer residents did not show up before 7 usually, so there was no need to hide from anybody. We spread a blanket on the sand, took our tops off and lay down in panties only. Svetlana became soft soon and seemed to doze off. I rubbed lotion into her back and screwed up my eyes with pleasure. That was our day, girls!
?A mushroomer coming back from across the river put us up. I covered myself with a towel. A bearded guy sidled and disappeared in the nearby bushes. The sun was going down, summer residents were coming. When a huge shaggy black dog with a boy on the lead jumped out on the shore with joyful barking ? we began getting ready to leave.
Svetlana went to heat up the sauna, I chopped some salad. The sun was almost down behind the tops of the pine trees, ceding place to sweet evening freshness. Not a breeze. Sounds of music and the smell of shashlik came from a distance. Smelled very well. Our mouths were watering, we envied those who was about to enjoy the meal soon, and began discussing our today?s admirers. We had a glass of wine each and both became a little drunk soon.
- Pretty boys, - Svetlana sighed dreamily like in the old movies, - and horny I am?
I laughed.
- You, Yana, smell of sex too ? just enough to lay in the sun for a short while. And I smell of sex too. My Vadim always tells me about it: ?In summer you smell of sex, crazy and merciless?.:)
I laughed:
- Mine is the same way too?
- And those boys, they were so funny, we should not have told them to lay off, really? They could have helped us in the sauna, done massage, took us to bed?
- Sure, sing us a lullaby, - I laughed, - then do another type of massage?
- Yes, and non-stop, till dawn, Svetlana screwed her eyes with pleasure.
- Ok, stop it, masseuse, let?s go to sauna.
I must mention that the window in Svetlana?s sauna was as big as a TV. By that time everything drowned in the dusk already. While I went to the old wooden toilet booth outside, Svetlana undressed and climbed on the berth. On the way back from the toilet I stopped by the sauna window to enjoy the sight of Svetlana. Slim, smooth, big and firm breasts. Curly hairs on her pubis, she cut them nicely. Mouthwatering butt. Men moaned at the sight of Svetlana?s butt. She knew it and never missed a chance to tease.
We had great time. Rubbed honey onto each other, then Svetlana - just the way she was, naked and in honey ? rushed to the house to fetch more wine. We had some more. Got pretty drunk. I was lying my back on the berth, absorbing honey, when Svetlana began to rub it into my skin, massaging me. I even moaned with pleasure. We washed the honey off and began to soap each other. Svetlana?s body was even more pleasant to touch than to sight. Two lesbians, in short. We laughed, Svetlana screwed her eyes with pleasure rubbing her breasts against my butt. Her fingers danced on my belly, caressing breasts, squeezing nipples. I really got horny. I stroked Svetlana in return, touching her between legs occasionally. She shivered each time. Although, it was a kind of joke (we did wash each other indeed), but got aroused big time too. Also, wine had its effect as well. We finished the bottle in the dressing room then the light bulb went out all of a sudden. There was light in the sauna, but none in the dressing room.

Honestly speaking I fantasized about having sex with a girl before. But nothing more than that. But then something came over me: dark, I felt horny as hell, Svetlana was breathing nearby, her wet hair tickling my shoulder. I do not know what it was, we must have turned our heads together at the same time or something else. But our lips touched. So sweetly and tenderly. I felt Svetlana?s fingers touching the inside of my thigh slightly, her index finger stroking the hair of my pubis. I opened my mouth a little, opened Svetlana?s lips with my tongue and found her breasts with my hand. I felt Svetlana?s body having a sort of cramp. Her lips were soft, plump and pliant. The tongue was brisk and tasted sweet. I had never kissed a girl before. Could not even imagine it could be so stimulating. My head was spinning around. Svetlana became bolder, felt my clit with her fingers, spread my pussy lips around it and began rubbing it.
I have a vague reflection of what follow ? I almost lost consciousness. So cannot say how long we stayed in that dressing room for. I remember Svetlana?s head between my legs, her persistent, insatiable and so hot tongue, waves of unearthly bliss, coming from below, making my face burn. My moaning and crying, when I could not hold back anymore. And my orgasms that made me see stars even through the ceiling of the dressing room?
We came back to senses in the house a little bit. Must be wine (we opened another bottle as soon as we got back), but we did not feel embarrassed of what had happened at all. On the contrary, I felt sort of guilty for leaving Svetlana without orgasm. We turned off the light and put the TV on. Svetlana laid back on the bed in her thin robe, spread her legs slightly and closed her eyes. I felt fire flaring up down there again. All of a sudden I felt so hot in my stomach, it even hurt. I kneeled in front of the bed, threw the folds of Svetlana?s robe aside and stuck to the moist little chink surrounded by slightly wet hair. Svetlana moaned. She moved her tender, smelling of sex and a little salty pussy closer to my face. Each of my touches made her shiver and open herself wider. I caressed her, bit her swollen lips, penetrating her deeper with my tongue. I really enjoyed the wonderful and very delicate smell of hot Svetlana?s flesh. I then understood men, who love those things.
Svetlana came unexpectedly. She arched her body forcefully, like having a fit. That was a very beautiful sight, I must tell you. I also come under Serega almost breaking his cock. The is no way to hold me down in a moment like that. We lay together for a short while, then got up, had some more wine and kissed each other gently. At this moment there was a knocking at the window. I stood stark naked, Svetlana in an open gown on her naked body.
- Who is there? ? cried out Svetlana scared.
- Open up, girls, we brought you some shashlik and pineapples with Champaign!
I recognized Slavik?s voice at once.
- Shit, where these ones come from! ? exclaimed Svetlana, pulling her panties on as fast as her drunk state allowed.
The guys were already tipsy. And they indeed brought some shashlik. Fresh and smelly. With rings of unions, baked in currants leaves. We had to let them in. Had to have some cold Champaign. Even put some music on.
We talked of nothing worth mentioning, laughed non-stop. Then, naturally, we began to dance. Nice and easy. They confessed they followed us. Did not leave, but followed. And they figure out that there were no husbands here. First at the beach, then through the sauna window. Svetlana was pretty dumbfounded hearing that, even slapped Denis on the face twice (jokingly, of course, Svetlana?s real punch was much harder). However Slavik was all gallantry. And I did not feel like slapping him either.
With a next glass of Champaign I felt how badly I needed a man. Kill me, but I wanted sex and that was it. Well not with Slavik, of course. I did not cheat on my boyfriend. With Svetlana then? But she did not have that thing that drove

Denis and Svetlana went outside, and we stayed together with Slavik. He pulled my face closer and began to cover it with kisses. Tender touch of his lips, smelling of wine and currents melted me. Strange, but I did not resist at all. What came over me?! Was it me after all?! But I should not be surprised really after all we had just done with Svetlana. I felt something hard pressing against my lower belly. I think there is no need to explain what it was. I wanted sex like crazy! Unbearably, like toothache or belly ache when you have your periods. And that cute guy next to me with his strong hands, broad shoulders, big sly brown eyes with pupils made wide by my closeness, shining in the dark. With the smell of a man that every woman is so familiar with. The man who wants you. The man who wants to give you joy and take as much as he wants.
?To be or not to be? spin round in my head. I am a good girl, who had never cheated on my boyfriend, and now? This is not right, I should not! But? I wanted it so bad! Never cheated? What about all my fantasies that made my heart skip a beat and fingers dive into panties. Now let it just be his fingers that dive there. Let him touch me down there! Just the thought emerging in my head, made me all wet at once. Unknown before, shattering arousal overwhelmed me completely, and the Hamlet dilemma was done with completely. In favor of ?to be?. All my embarrassment and confusion evaporated. ?To be!? Flesh wanted flesh. Just once. Just once and then forget and never to remember again. Just once to feel myself a high school student again. Just once so that fantasies become reality. Because we only life once. And at that moment I felt like being born again.
I found Slavik?s lips with mine, opened them, put my tongue deeper in his mouth, feeling his tongue. He thrust his hand under my T-shirt, caressing my back with his hot hands. Then he began to pull my T-shirt off. I caught his hands, trying to stop him:
- Not here? Don?t! Upstairs? They will be back!
Slavik took me in his hands and carried upstairs. There he put me down, took off my T-shirt gently and slowly and pressed his lips to my left breast nipple. Then kissed the right one, then the left again, pulling my sports pants down at the same time. I helped him a little bit, allowed to throw pants aside and bring me down to the thick rug on the floor. Slavik began with my belly. Tenderly, but purposefully he covered it with kisses. Then got back to my breasts. I was holding his head in my arms tight while he enjoyed my hard nipples, squeezed and stroked my breasts, rubbing my thighs, shoulders and waist. Covered my neck, eyes with his kisses, not forgetting my lips, opening them up with his tongue with tender persistence.
Then I arched my back as if trying to lift Slavik on top on me. Orgasm. Slavik sure appreciated the strength of it. He shifted his body lower, spread my legs apart and began kissing my pubis through my wet white panties. He kissed the fabric that covered my swollen lips, barely noticeable knob of my clit and my thighs. Then Slavik put my legs back together, pulled my panties down with one smooth movement, lifted my feet and threw my last defense away to show up white in the dark corner of the room. There was a moment when I thought of stopping it, but Slavik?s strong hands spread my legs apart again, lifted them, making them bend in the knees and I felt his hot breath on the moist surface on my inner thighs. The next second his lips and tongue were in control of my precious treasure. My pussy. My little chink, that can be indecently lecherous and insatiable when I feel like that. Slavik did not even suspect that he was ?my first second guy?. His lips bit my clit, sucked at my lips. It was enough for me just to let myself go and I began to toss on the rug with such familiar pleasure that drove me crazy.
Men will never know what it is like to give yourself to somebody. What it feels like to spread your legs and welcome hot and trembling FLESH inside, that opens you up, pulsates inside you, b

Slavik licked dry everything that he might to. And what he might not to. I mean the other orifice. The one below the back. I am not sanctimonious, I even like anal sex (well sort of? if everything done correctly and, most important, without haste ? I can even enjoy it). Strong and hard Slavik?s cock entered me in a single thrust. My vagina, incinerated by his caress and long wait at first attempter to withstand his push, but then yielded to give in to the new, unknown before intruder. I had never felt such a powerful cock between my legs before. To tell you the truth I had not felt any cocks inside me apart from my boyfriend?s at all. I had always thought Sergey cock to be a girl?s dream. But Slavik?
He went on and on. I came and came. My yelling, crying and moaning must have awaken the whole neighborhood. That was what I thought. I bit him on the lips and shoulders. I gritted my teeth. Must have scratched his back and butt badly. I wanted him so much. I wanted him not to stop, to fuck me endlessly and mercilessly. Between my moans and convulsions I whispered to him: ?Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, darling! More! More! More!... I want you! Please, only you do not stop!? Nor that he meant to stop. Slavik was on top of me. Slavik was behind me on his side, Slavik was under me. I rode him (actually he was holding my waist and impaling me on his cock). I stood on all fours, rotating my ass as much as I could, twisting and coiling my body, shifting it back and forth, up and down. I spin on Slavik?s cock, sucking and licking it with my burning insatiable hole, holding his strong neck in my arms and wrapping my legs around his thighs. I wanted to make him come when I wanted it, but it happened the other way. He came when he wanted, after taking me to the state of unconsciousness with continuous orgasms. Interesting, he came not where he initially entered me, presumably for that purpose.
There was a moment when I felt Slavik?s wet finger entering my other hole. The one below that back indeed. But the pleasure that his cock moving inside me was so great that I had no strength or intention to protest. For a while he worked my asshole simultaneously with vagina, periodically moistening his finger with juices pouring down my thighs. So when Slavik withdrew suddenly and smoothly and then confidently forced his way between my buttocks ? I came immediately. And he began moving slowly, accelerating the rhythm and driving me crazy. It did not hurt. It felt incredibly nice! Fabulously! I was afraid I was about to pass out overwhelmed with the new sensations. I was afraid I was about to burst, to explode with pleasure! Having come once more, I finally felt through the haze Slavik twitched several times and having strained himself, exploded. The head of his cock seemed to fill me up completely at first, then shoot several dense spurts. I felt those spurts more in my belly, as if that was where he hit me from inside?
Slavik withdrew in a smooth even movement. Having waited for my convulsions to stop, he kissed me with a long, tender, comforting kiss. We laid holding each other in the arms for a long time, he was stroking my buttocks, back and hair. I began to fall asleep, falling out of this reality. He got up quietly, put his underpants on and went downstairs. That was it. The screen went blank. So did the candles and stars.
?Next morning began with a flabby, pail, grayish Svetlana?s face. My head was splitting with headache. I could hardly recall what happened last night, it was all in a haze. But most interesting, Svetlana did not remember anything at all. Total blackout. She could hardly remember the sauna. She set at veranda, wet towel wrapped round her head, puffing at a cigarette briskly. I did not feel like sharing there and then. Maybe sometime later. However, I examined Svetlana?s panties closely. There could be no doubt: girls do not have that much secretion at night. Good thing Svetlana had been using contraceptive habitually.
In the evening I told her about some of what happened. Not everything. Jus

Nadia L.   view profile 

I learned what it is like to make love to a girl after I had had some experience with guys already. Then I became a LESBIAN. Sounds funny, does not it ? I BECAME A LESBIAN! I had never been lucky with guys at school.

After I had sex with a GIRL for the first time I liked it much better. Before I could have never thought that THIS could feel that great. I think I had always been looking for something extraordinary, something reckless and special in this life, something bright! And what happened to me gave my life a TRUE MEANING?
After school I began working as a secretary at a design studio. I think I coped with my job well, nobody complained, but on the personal basis, I wanted to have friends as anyone else. But it did not work out? It might be the rapper?s outfit I wore at the time, or the rough slang I used that scared people away. All my attempts to make friends had been a complete failure!
There was a cute girl designer at our studio with an exotic name Silvia. I liked HER a lot from the very beginning, and I always wanted to be by HER side, I do not know why. Something in the way she carried herself, the way she looked just gave me joy. But SHE did not seem to take interest in me.
What the hell! ? I thought. Am I going to have friends or not after all? Do I need to change my style? Or the way I speak? Become friendlier with people? Who with? And how?...
I felt lonely. Loneliness was like darkness. IT did not demand anything from me? Did not want anything? IT understood me? IT took me in its arms and made me warm?
THAT DAY I stayed late at work.
Having pulled myself from the bloody monitor, after I had smashed the crappy mouse into pieces for not obeying me, I decided to have a cup of coffee to buck myself up.
- You work tonight? ? a pleasant voice distracted me from opening a Nescafe can.
Stupid question? who was so smart, I wonder?
I turn around?
SHE?SHE stood in front of me. HER eyes? strange shine I saw in them.
My heart missed a bit. What is the matter with me?

Varia L.   view profile 

It was more than a year before I had sex with another man. Andrey was a friend of Misha, Misha introduced us soon after we began living together and I already knew him (Andrey) for many months. I did like him, he was easy and interesting to talk to.

Of course, I saw that his attraction was based on something other than my conversational skills, but we had never talked of becoming closer and he never attempted seducing me because he respected his friend Misha. It was later that he confessed how much he had always wanted me, and that night especially ? it was summer, very warm, I was wearing only a tiny skirt and a top. We set for a while at Misha?s, guys did a bottle of Pertsovka, I had some Irish Cream, my favorite, Andrey went to the balcony for a smoke, me and Misha went to the kitchen to make some tea. Misha mentioned my being scarcely dressed, he said that when I bent one could see my nipples in the low neck of my top. Misha said he liked that, but Andrey had certainly noticed that too ? he saw him staring at my tits. I said I could go and put a bra on if that bothered him, then he pressed me against the wall and began to kiss.
I felt his hand on my thigh, then on my belly, then his fingers slipped in my panties and began caressing me down there. We were both a little drunk, very horny and did not care about the stranger in the flat. And Andrey, having found us and seeing what we were doing, did not leave the kitchen, but leaning against the door frame, stood there and watched my top being lifted to open my breasts and Misha?s fingers caressing my nipples, while his other hand bossed it in my panties having slipped under my skirt from the front. I was a little mad at Andrey for looking, but, at first, he did it openly and secondly, to tell the truth, I enjoyed teasing him.

Julianna V.   view profile 

Very important for me was my first oral experience. I had always thought it disgusting before. But he took me to such ?heights?? My partner went down on me first, allowing me to feel that there is nothing more exciting and tender than oral caress. And then I felt the need to return his caress. And best of all I enjoyed it when we do it simultaneously ? I do it to him, he does it to me.

My most erotic memories that make me wet to think of are all connected to oral episodes. Like the last winter when I was going home from my friend?s and rose my hand hailing for a gypsy cap as usual. An old Volga car stopped. I do not know why but I got on the front seat (usually I always sit in the rear ? those couches are wide and soft there? The driver turned out to be not old, but rather attractive and funny guy? He was telling jokes and threw glances at me, I became hot and undid my coat. I noticed my skirt rode up rather high, but I did not straighten it out, instead I crossed my legs and pulled the hem of my skirt even higher? I caught driver?s eyes on my legs on several occasions and I liked that? Then he began fumbling in the gloves compartment for something, bent close to me and brushed my knee with his fingers as if accidentally? I did not say anything, I liked that feeling. We almost came to the place where my husband was supposed to be waiting for me when he suddenly stopped the car, embraced me and kissed. Then looked me straight in the eye and said: ?I want you?. A wave of heat poured over me, his hand slipped under my skirt, but? I was wearing warm woolen tights, did not want him to get tangled there? Probably, if I had been sober, I would protest and maybe even slapped his face, but then I felt so warm and comfortable? Darkness, music coming from a radio, a man close to me?

Katerina G.   view profile 

I think, women fall in love with two guys much more often than men do. Only it is different with women. I was madly in love with two guys. We never talked of getting married, who wants that? It was just love. They were so different, but of the same age.

Igor was my first man. We had dated for half a year before it happened. He won my heart from the very start. Actually, I always wanted sex. So much I felt like wailing!:) I was already horny going to my second date. In the evening on a park bench he made me sit on his lap and began caressing me. He stroked me slowly and tenderly. I could not help it!!! I was all wet, but he was not in a hurry to touch my pussy. Actually, I felt a little embarrassed, when I thought that he would see how wet I was when he would touch me there. He unbuttoned my blouse, lifted my skirt? looked at me, stroked my legs. I could not hold on any longer and opened my legs myself and lifted my pelvis towards him. That was what he wanted. That must have been his plan. When he touched me down there, he felt I was all wet, he began kissing me madly, I understood that he liked it. I returned his kisses. There was a moment I was ready to let him fuck me right there, but he took his time.
When I came home that night I was all shaking, I was so much aroused, but then I calmed down and slept like a baby. Next time we went to the movies, but it was not very convenient there. Next week he came to my place. He took my clothes off almost right away, I did not feel shy at all, I just set back and enjoy watching him undressing. I saw cock for the first time then, especially one ready for action. His cock scared me a bit, although I was a virgin, I knew very well how it was supposed to happen. It was hard to imagine how an object of that size can fit inside me. Later I understood that size alone does not determine the pleasure you get from a cock, however, his was big indeed. He introduced it to me. He asked to touch it first so that I was not afraid of it. Cautiously, I took it in my hand. It was hard and hot. You cannot forget first time you touch it!!! I still remember that feeling. Besides, he was to be my first man!!! He told me about foreskin.

Maria R.   view profile 

I will just tell you about the chain of events that I think influenced my sexuality the most and made me grow big time, and you decide where to put it.
I had my first real boyfriend in my first year at the college. Volodia was a postgraduate student, he conducted practical training with our class. I really enjoyed the new feelings and sensations of being physically close with a man. I loved Volodia.

With me there was a short period of awakening sexually (I was a virgin before I met him) after which I gave in to the passion of sex completely. Volodia was more experienced than I was. We never talked about it, but I was pretty sure he had a lot of women before me. But I was not bothered with his past. I enjoyed the present. Before him I was pretty ignorant as far as the intimate side of man-woman relationships was concerned, i.e. I knew the theory of what was supposed to happen in bed between a man and a woman, of course, and I heard friends boasting of certain episodes, but I did not trust them completely, I thought, they are making it up a bit to color the factual prose of physical relationships. I had been in for sports, I always had a lot of friends, I did not feel much need for sex, in fact.
Only when our relationships passed the stage of just kissing, I began to feel languor at night trying to imagine what it would be like having sex with him. There was time when I asked myself a question what I would call my 'you-know-what' to him... and his.. and with what words he would tell me that he want to... do it to me.
The reality turned out to be much simpler, and at first we did not need any words to denote all these notions.
After we did it for the first time, the feeling of acute curiosity was superseded by that of disappointment. It hurt a bit, I was embarrassed and it all happed so fast, that I did not really have time to feel anything. When Volodia saw my blood on his fingers, he began kissing me gently, speaking all kinds of silly words, but was wise enough not to demand any more of me that night.