Liza F.   view profile 

It happened a couple years ago at a friend?s birthday party. I was there together with my boyfriend Kolia, but we had had an argument shortly before, then it just got worse and I spent the whole evening in the company of other girls. Later into the night everyone got drunk as usual, and began looking for a place to sleep. I refused to sleep in the same room with my ?ex? point blank, so I went to sleep in a smaller room where only one guy, Slava, was already lying on a couch. I lay down on another couch and was ready to fall asleep very soon.

A fortochka was open and Slava got up to close it.
- There is a draught, - he explained, as if asking for my ok.
- Yes, sure, - I agreed half asleep.
He closed the fortochka but did not go back to his couch and came to mine instead ? must have been rather drunk.
- Let me warm you up, - I felt his hand on my waist, - feels better?
He was holding me rather tight, and I felt his cock against my thigh.
I did not say anything, I was tired, and pissed at Kolia.
He held me in his arms, began stroking me, whispering in my ear, telling me I was pretty and sexy and so on. Soon I felt his hand on my breast. I must have been pretty drunk too, I had only a T-shirt on, I realized that he was holding me breast only when he began squeezing it. I protested.

- What are you doing?
- I just want to make you warm! You are shivering all over.
- I am already warm.
- But not really. I will just warm you up a little bit.
He went on stroking my body and whispering in my ear, apparently trying to distract me. I was drowsy and soon felt his hands on my breasts again. I was too tired to protest, so he went on stroking my tits. As first he was doing it through my T-shirt, then I felt his hand crawling under. I had not bra on so he began playing with my nipple.
- You breasts are so cold, - he sounded concerned and sympathetic, - I am telling you, you are cold, let me warm you! ? then he pulled up my T-shirt and began breathing hot air on my breasts, as if trying to warm them.
- No-o-o, - I protested smiling, I found it funny.
- I will just warm you and nothing more, - he assured me.
He was clearly aroused, I felt his erect cock pressing against my thigh. Then he began rubbing his body against mine. I did not say anything.
- You are so sexy! You turn me on big time!, - he went on whispering.
He caressed my breast with one hand, his other hand crawled between my legs, but I stopped it right in time.

Siana F.   view profile 

I had my first orgasm at school. I was a very good student, especially in Russian and literature and the teacher often asked me to help other students who had problems. There was a guy in our class, named Dmitry B., a notorious hooligan. We were to stay after classes once, I had to explain him what was declination is about.

When I entered the classroom, Dmitry was there with two other guys. I told him I needed to talk to him in private. The other guys left. We set down on the chairs opposite each other, and I began with asking him about problems he had with Russian grammar.

He was answering me unwillingly, I had to pull our each word from him. Then I caught his eye. He was looking straight at my legs. I was wearing a short skirt, and concentrating on Russian, I had not noticed that he had a beautiful view of my legs and up my skirt. I tried to cross my legs, but that led to the opposite result - my skirt rode up, exposing my thigh.
Dmitry immediately sensed my embarrassment, looked me in the eye and said with a grin: ?You have a piece of ass, ah??. He got up from his chair and walked up to me, put a hand on my knee, and slid it up my thigh. I jumped up to my feet and tried to run out of the room, but he caught me by the waist and threw me into the armchair. Then he took the room key from the desk, went to the door and locked it.

The way to retreat was cut off. At first I wanted to cry out, but then I decided not to, afraid of the rumors that would follow.
I rushed to the window. We were on the third floor and the window was facing the courtyard. It was late in the afternoon already, so no one was going to see me. I looked back. Dmitry stood in the middle of the room smiling. I had to admit that he was tall, well-built and rather handsome.
Without saying a word, he came up to me, grabbed me by the ass and sealed my mouth with his lips. I tried to break free, but he held me strong. I did not have much choice?
His hands roamed all over my body. He felt my breasts, squeezed my nipples, the weather was warm, I had only a thin blouse on. Then his hands moved lower towards my buttocks again. He squeezed them tight. I gave a moan. Next thing I felt his hand between my legs. I was dry. He soaked his hand in the carafe that stood on the desk and proceeded?

Siana F.   view profile 

I was lying about on a beach observing other people, and Feodosia was famous for both beautiful boys and girls. I came here every year in the first half of summer and each time it was rather boring. That time was no exception, I had been doing sweet fuck all for 3 weeks. Not that I minded it, but there was a limit to everything?

And when I was almost fed up with it, a cute girl joined our company, she was immediately in the center of everyone?s attention. She was quiet cute indeed, and there was something special about her (I had never taken any interest in girls before?)
I just could not get my eyes off her? She looked very different from me, she was a full-breasted blonde, but the guys said we were like sisters?

Weird?...
I was seeing a guy named Gregory at that time, but there was nothing too serious.
I just observed her in silence (not like me at all!) and then I suddenly realized that if she stood up and went, I would loose something? And she, as if having heard me, stood up and looked me straight in the eye, then waved everybody goodbye and went back to her blanket on the beach. I just could not take my eyes off her, my mouth fell open.
When we were about to leave, I told the guys I was with that I would stay for awhile, and after little hesitation pulled my blanket closer to her and we began to talk.
Her name was Tania and she was going to leave the next day. All I could say was: ?Tomorrow? already??

She smiled back to me and said happily that she liked girls and my friend Gregory pissed her off. Dumbfounded, I could not say a word and she went on: ?It is really a pity that we met only today, I would love to see more of you, I like your company?? I finally regained my speech abilities and muttered: ?I am going to Bashenka tonight (actually I was going there with my boyfriend, but I did not think of it then), so maybe you could join me??
She accepted my invitation.
I spent the rest of the day putting my makeup on, and studying my reflection in the mirror, eventually, I washed all the mascara off, put on a short dress, my sexiest panties, sandals and took off. We agreed to meet in the park and I walked slowly towards it (I was there 15 minutes early). I stopped when I saw her, she was so gorgeous. She looked at me the same way, with admiration, we set down in silence (I was shaking nervously and lost all words. Suddenly she stood up in front of me and said:

Linda K.   view profile 

There was a period in my life when I fantasized about having sex with a complete stranger in unusual circumstances. Somebody who was married and his wife and my boyfriend were in the next room not aware of us having sex next door. Say, my boyfriend and I came to see some friends of ours and this was where I saw a cute handsome guy I had never met before with his wife.

He sits next to me. His leg incidentally touches mine. When he reaches out for something on the table, his arm ?unintentionally? brushes against my breast. Other guests are loud, nobody takes any notice of us. I say I need to check on my makeup, stand up and go to the bathroom. As I stand up I touch his knee with my hand gently. Move my hand up his leg to touch his cock and rest there for a second. I enter the bathroom, but leave the door unlocked.

In a minute he enters the room and locks the door behind him. I am wearing a short skirt and a see-through blouse. Not saying a word, he takes me in his arms and holds me very tight. I am short for breath. His hands slide to my ass. Then go lower and hitch up my skirt. Lift it up, so it envelopes my thighs like a wide belt. The stockings on my thighs are all there for him to see. My tiny panties hardly cover my pussy.
His hand crawls in my panties and touches my pussy lips. I push it away and ask him to get down to his knees. He obeys. I turn around and bend forward resting my hands on the sink. I want him to eat my pussy first. He pulls down my panties. I spread my legs aside and arch my back. I feel the touch of his tongue on my pussy. Touching my clit first, then sliding up my little chink.

He enters me with his tongue. His finger is on my clit. I spread my buttocks with my hands suggesting he caresses me between them too.
His tongue travels between my buttocks, reaches my anus. Circles around it tickling me, trying to enter my back door, but I won?t let him to. I rise to my toes a little and his tongue is at the entrance to my pussy again. I straighten myself and tell him to get to his feet too. I undo his pants. His cock is ready for action. I take it in my hand and rub my pussy with its head. I squeeze it between my inner thighs and begin moving back and forth slightly. I feel his cock rubbing against my wet pussy. I get to my knees and take it in my mouth. I love the taste and smell of it. I suck on it gently, caressing its head with my tongue.

Linda K.   view profile 

I just moved to my first rented flat at that time. There were a couple of small things I needed fixed in the kitchen. I had no boyfriend then so I had to call a serviceman. He came the very same day. Examined what needed to be done and announced his price. The price was acceptable. We agreed that he would come the next day to do his job.

The next morning I heard the ring at my door. He came with plenty of tools. I had a closer look at him. He was a quite short man in his forties. He went to the kitchen and got down to business.
I was in the room, watching TV, since I had nothing better to do, having to stay at home. Then I heard him calling me. The guy was standing up on the chair, holding a curtain pole with my beloved curtains handing on it. I had thought of taking them off the night before, but forgot about them.

- Hey, lady, hold it for me for a sec, while I undo the other end of the pole. So that they do not fall on the floor, would you, - asked the man.
I put a stool by his side, stood on it and took the pole from his hands. When he stepped down from the chair he dropped a screwdriver. He squatted to pick it up. When he looked up to me to say something, I caught his eyes, the direction he was looking. I had only my short robe on and my tiny black panties underneath. When I raised my hands to hold the pole, my little robe rode up almost all the way to my butt. So he was enjoying the view from below. His eyes were glued to my legs.
Without saying a word, he stood up and came up to me. Next thing I felt his hand touching my leg. I felt dizzy at once. The first thought in my head that I became aware of was to drop the pole and shout at him. But the next second I thought? why the fuck not?! I had not had a man for more than two months already! So, I just froze in anticipation.

His hand crawled higher and rested on my pussy. I shuddered at the touch.
- Quiet, my girl, hash-sh-sh, - he whispered.
He squeezed my pussy tight. I felt his finger crawling in between my lips, right through my panties. As if mesmerized I observed him unzipping his jeans. I saw his erect penis emerging out of his open fly.
- Quiet, do not move, - he went on muttering.
I was not going to. I had already decided to give myself to that man. His hands pulled my panties down. I stepped over them obediently to get rid of them completely.
- That?s my little girl. You must be tired holding it? Let me?
He climbed on the stool by my side, took the pole from my hands and attached it back to the wall quickly. Next second his hands were on my waist. For awhile we stood like that on the stools. Our lips merged in a kiss. His hands roamed all over my body. They would squeeze my butt, crawl between my legs?

Klara C.   view profile 

My cousin Tolik introduced me to his friend Roma, whom I fell in love at the first sight with. Probably my falling-in-love time just came. He sort of liked me too, but the problem was that I was a Moscow girl and he lived in Kazan ? how can you romance someone who is 1000 kilometers away?

I could not visit my cousin more often than once a year, on a couple occasions Roma came to Moscow on business and we met so that I could pick up some books from Tolik or he would find some other excuse. Each time we went for a long walk, set down together at some half-empty cafes and talked about everything in the world. Both of us wanted something different, but we had a problem so common among young couples ? we had NO PLACE.

In the summer, Tolik, Roma and I decided to go to the country side to see Tolik?s and mine grandmother, but we missed the last bus from Kazan and went to Sasha, a friend of Tolik?s, to stay for the night ? he lived right by the bus station. There we chatted and sang to the guitar until 3 in the morning and then began to get ready for bed. His was a single room flat, but there was just enough room for four people to sleep: a double sofa, a smaller couch and a folding bed. We assigned the folding bed to the skinny Tolik, because he was the lightest, fat Sasha lay on the couch and I and Roma settled on the double sofa. Everyone had his clothes on. The thought that I had Roma by my side was so exciting that there was no way for me to fall asleep, but I could not dare being more decisive either, because there were too many people around.

I did not feel like initiating an orgy:)
I noticed that Roma was not asleep either. ?Come hell or high water? ? I thought to myself, stood up and went to the balcony. If he?d follow, we would do it today.
For a couple of minutes we stood on the balcony together at an arm?s distance from each other. It was cool and very quiet: not a single window lit in the block of flats opposite ours. Having noticed that I was shaking all over (mostly because of the nervous excitement), he came up to me and took me in his arms, without any erotic connotations ? just the way you would take someone in your arm to make him warm.
Romanticism bordering on stupidity: godforsaken Kazan countryside, early morning hours and two silent idiots embracing each other on the ninth floor.

Klara C.   view profile 

By the third year of my studies at the philological faculty, also known as the ?faculty of brides? or ?women?s kingdom?, there were only 2 boys left. The dark-haired Oleg was considered an enviable suitor, while blonde Igor did not enjoy any success at all ? we considered him ?a friend? and were not embarrassed to discuss latest trends in underwear fashion in his presence.

All because the ubiquitous Natashka somehow found out that he, being a student at our ?noble girls college?, still managed to stay a virgin, and that led us to the conclusion, that he was not quite ?normal? after all, since he had not fucked anyone in three years.
As for me, I liked Igor. As for his being a virgin ? I did not have much experience (at least with men) myself: except for the short episode with Roma a couple years ago, I was rather unlucky with guys ? the last one I had dated, was incredibly boring and kept saying that I was frigid, just because he had never been able to really turn me on.

So, at the time I was an ?unattached girl?, same as most of my friends at the college.
We often walked back home from school with Igor ? we lived not far from each other. One day when we walked out of the subway, two 10-year old boys said something nasty to me. Before I cared to react, the flabby and phlegmatic Igor lifted both of them in the air and told them to apologize. They muttered something and ran away as soon as he let go of them.
We laughed and went on. Suddenly there came children?s wicked laughter from round the corner and a small stone smashed Igor?s glasses and cut his brow open.
Naturally, we went to my place so that I could take care of his wounds.
I felt myself a sort of a princess washing off the noble warrior?s blood.

Without glasses he looked especially vulnerable, and I felt like taking care of him. I could not help stroking his chick. He caught my hand and kissed it. Out eyes met and ?the sparkle was there?, as they say in love novels. He stood up and touched my lips with his. The sparkle lit up the fire: in a minute I was already sitting on the kitchen table, wrapping my legs around him, his hands sliding all over my back. I thought it would be good to pull the window curtains together ? I live on the ground floor after all. I reached out towards the window to do so when I heard his trembling whisper: ?Please, do not move away, I feel so good with you!?
I felt good too.
We kissed selflessly for what must have been about twenty minutes, until he dropped a little iodine bottle to the floor. It did not break, but needed to be picked up.
Narrowing his eyes myopically he bent down looking for it.

Sasha T.   view profile 

I worked part-time as a news paper corrector for an editorial house then, it is not worth mentioning the name of the newspaper here? It was a rather silly gutter paper, although people who worked there were interesting. Each one was worth writing a book about, well? at least a story, maybe?
I was young and very curious, like a young mongoose, I was learning what life was about and that experience gave me more than 5 years at the University later.

My two favorite observation objects were Alena and Denis. Because of the office repairs, we all set in one room. To be more precise, they occupied the room and I set in the small closet behind the bookcases.

The redhead journalist Alena was about twenty three or twenty four, she was very loud, sarcastic and very pretty: of medium height and had a sand-glass-shaped body. Deputy editor Denis was a little older ? about thirty ? he was not at all handsome, but, as they say, ?with pedigree?: tall and corpulent, he took good care of himself, had aristocratic manners and great sense of humor. When there was no urgent work to do they could speak with Alena for hours, exchanging pungent comments or discussing there common hobby ? the theater.
Other women at the office gossiped that their relationships went far beyond friendly conversations and they did have an affair and when Alena would intercept an interesting topic from any of the collegues, they threatened to ?set? Denis?s wife on her. Denis?s wife was a sort of ?Grandfather Lenin? figure of our office ? everyone knew she existed, but no one had ever seen her.

Actually, Denis was not wearing a ring, so chances were there was no wife at all, but all that occasional bitching about Alena was no more than a joke anyway, everyone liked Alena.
There was a lot of talking about their affair. And the rumors were not ungrounded ? on several occasions I saw him kissing her hand, when they thought I was behind my bookshelf. Once I witnessed something more than that?
One day we lost computer files with the entire paper issue which had been almost ready. It was about nine in the evening, but our working day had not yet ended? under Denis?s supervision Anton, Alena and me worked on restoring the issue. Then they sent me home and when I got down to the ground floor, I discovered that I had left my cell phone in the office.

Sasha T.   view profile 

There was absolutely nothing romantic in the way I lost my virginity.
It happened during my first year at the University. I was not in love with my first guy, we were sort of friends. He lived in a hostel, and I just dropped by his room for a beer and a chat.
It was already rather late, I had a few beers and did not feel like going home at all. He kept telling me about his ex-girlfriend, over and over again, it got really boring. His vision must have been rather blurred with all the beer he had and he eventually ran out of his ex?s photos, so he began staring at me in silence.

At first, I did not feel like having sex with him at all, he was not my type at all, but we began to kiss anyway. He kissed my lips, then my face, then went lower, began kissing my neck, pulling the collar of my sweater aside. ?Take it off? ? he asked. I was sort of half asleep because of the alcohol we had, or his kisses got me into a trance, so I obeyed without saying a word, I had no bra underneath.

I felt his hard cock bulging in his jeans. He began kissing and licking my nipples, stroking my body, then got lower to my belly. Then he undid his pants exhibiting the erect attribute of his male pride in all its beauty.
He pulled my jeans and panties down and began caressing me between my legs, stuck his finger inside me. Then he began licking me down there, and almost brought me to orgasm - I was a virgin, but I was not a stranger to self-gratification at all. I myself asked him to enter me, I did not know how it happened, I just heard myself saying ?Enter me? as if from a side, as if someone else said it. I just needed him inside me.

He entered me a little too fast, I felt his cock forcing its way inside me, dilating my flesh, pushing it open, filling me up, but it did not really hurt much. I felt him sliding in and out inside me for a short time, it felt good, but he came soon.
We lay half conscious in each others arms for a couple of minutes. Then he went down on me, and began eating my wet pussy, sticky with my juices and his cum, until I came too.
Then he fucked me again, then we lay for what must have been an hour, drunk and happy?
That was a single occasion I had sex with him. He made up with his girlfriend soon and looked visibly awkward when we met occasionally. I did not feel sorry or embarrassed at all ? it was just time for me to become a woman, so everything happened the way it should have, I got laid?

Lora G.   view profile 

Anything extraordinary that happened to me? At my age? :)
Speaking of sex? Shall I be speaking of sex? I do not think so, that would seem stupid, would not it?... You should ask young girls about sex?
What a 45 year old woman needs to feel herself a woman? I can tell you what happened to me last Saturday, only it is not really an erotic story? Well, maybe just a little bit erotic?

I went to an exhibition last Saturday, to watch some ?art?, actually, it was a parody on art, but that was what I needed? Men that I saw there did not interest me at all, I mean, as sex objects, there were no sexuality in them at all, I did not see any, anyway, have not seen any sexuality in men for quite awhile?
I then went to a bar, set there by myself, in the noisy crowd. Boring and not all sexy?
So I finished my glass of vodka and was about to go home.

Years ago things were very different: somebody would come up to me for sure, and I would see in his eyes that he wanted to spend a night with me and it would be obvious that he was a hell of a man in bed! Things happened then! He would bullshit me at first, then I would feel his hands on my legs and breasts, exactly where I liked it most, as if he had known all my weak spots and I would never say no to him. We would have great sex to mutual satisfaction, and then would part without any remorse.
Subconsciously, I must have wanted to repeat what happened to me in the past ? just meet a man and spend a night with him, with no strings attached, no pricks of conscience, light and easy ? just to have an orgasm with a strange man and leave him in the morning easily and without any remorse. But alas?
Those were all dreams, but in reality ? I drank, stood up, put a jacket on and left quiet as a shadow ? nobody noticed me leaving. I felt myself half a woman I used to be: I had no sex, no man, but everyone has sexual needs now and then, they just do not talk about it. But those are my thoughts, sorry, I am getting distracted?