Alevtina F.   view profile 

I have been dating my current boyfriend for about 4 months now, and sex with him is just fantastic, I think we are a perfect match. We are both a little kinky and hate routine ?fulfillment of the bedroom duties?. We love sex in unusual places, role play and experiments.

Last Saturday we went to the movies, honestly, I forgot what it was about. All I saw there was him, I smelled him only, so dear and familiar, astringent-sweet. Good thing, it was dark enough in the theater. I clang closer to him and felt the fly of his pants with my hand playfully. My little friend was asleep. Having groped for its head I began massaging it gently. Soon my little friend became hard and asked to be set free. I put my hand in his fly and began to rub it quietly. The presence of all those people around excited me extremely. Nobody saw us playing. My darling set with an absolutely petrified face persistently pretending he was enjoying the show.

Then I noticed that his breath became faster and in a second I felt that my hand was all covered in his warm and sticky sperm. I could clearly smell his orgasm. I noticed that people began to look at us furtively and we left the show.
Al the way home we were so excited that I could not wait until we get home. I could not take my eyes off him and did not notice how we turned into some dark courtyard. He stopped the car and looked at me. I was all shaking with passion to the tips of my toes, I was dizzy and I could no longer resist the desire.
Slowly he rolled down the back of his seat and made me do the same. Everything was like in slow motion, eyes staring into the eyes, burning with passion. He put his hand in my panties and began playing with my clit. My pussy was all wet with desire. I was even afraid I made wet the seat beneath me, and the smell of our lust will stay in his car forever.

He took out his cock, so big and hot. I swallowed it immediately and while I was licking and sucking it, he was trying to pull down his pants together with his underpants.
He then pushed me to my back and entered me. I scream out delirious so loud that the sparrows resting on the hood of the car, took off in panic. Moving slowly inside me, he was holding me by the wrists so tight, that I could not move at all. I thought I was going to die. The world spun around pulsating to a crazy rhythm, when he picked up speed and began sticking his tool inside me all the way up to his balls.
I had a piercing climax, so lucid and bright, the world around just exploded like a fiery ball in my head.
He hemmed with conceit and turned me around into doggy position. He has not lost a centimeter of his erection, he even seemed bigger to me. He fucked me from behind, thoroughly and taking his time, smacking my ass sonorously from time to time, making it burn as if rubbed with pepper. I thought I would not be able to sit on my the next day at work.

Polina R.   view profile 

It began when my friend emailed me a webpage address of some guy, I looked at it and saw nothing special! But she said he was so cute, remarkable, classy and funny, and so on.
So I sent him an ICQ message, attached a photo. He called me back the very same day. In a week or maybe more, we met.

That day I looked rather sexy: a glittering top, golden-colored pants, high hills, naked belly ? I was dressed to kill. We agreed to meet near Kievskaya subway station, I had a shooting that day, but it ended earlier. I went up the bridge to see if he showed up. He came right in time, and, having waited for 5 more minutes I came down the bridge, went to the parking lot and came up to his car. He opened the car door for me, letting me in.
He was wearing a whitish linen suit, his jacket was unbuttoned and I noticed his paunch, not too big one, just the size you would expect in a 30 year old respectable man.
He suggested we had lunch. We went to a hotel. He chose a Chinese restaurant, I followed obediently. All the time I felt myself rather awkward, I felt his complete indifference towards my person. All he cared for was asking a couple of questions, like how life was and ?sit straight I want to see your breasts?. I did as he said, straightened my back, he smiled, I might have felt a little better, but the feeling of discomfort remained. I do not know, it must have been because I did not know then how to behave myself with this sort of people. Maybe because I felt myself nothing more than just a BODY.
All I wanted was him to finish off his eel sooner, so that I could go home. In a word, that date was a disaster.
The next day I asked him about his impressions of our first date, and he answered suggesting we fucked. I laughed, because that could not have seemed more absurd to me. I remembered his belly and his cheeks and then his lips, I did not know why. I am not at all promiscuous, besides, I was still a virgin then. A couple more times he suggested we met, until he finally realized that he had no chance with me and then he said: ?Ok, email me when you feel like fucking?.
Half a year went by, but I could not forget him for some reason. To cut a long story short, I wrote to him. We agreed to get in touch by phone, but I did not call that day, I was afraid to and felt myself stupid. Firstly, because I offered him myself and secondly, because I had not had sex, but he could have never guessed it. Actually, an 18 year old virgin is rather rare these days, especially a pretty one, like myself:)
I called him the next day.
The next day we met near Belorusskaya subway station and went to his place. We entered the building, being a gentleman, he went first. We took a lift and entered his flat. He led me to the kitchen, poured himself some tea, I asked for a Martini.
We talked of some trifles, he said I looked better having dyed my hair and went into the room. I stayed in the kitchen and poured myself some more Martini. I looked out of the window and saw his convertible Mercedes parked nearby, it was dirty. ?Well, well, well?, - I said to myself.
Having finished my Martini, I went to him. He lay on the bed staring into the ceiling. I set by him and began talking about some house-spirits, in a word Martini had its effect on me already, I felt myself more at ease. I felt his hand on my back and felt like purring, but instead I stood on all fours above him and began kissing him on his lips and neck. I smelled his perfume, it was nice.

Polina R.   view profile 

It happened last summer. We went to the Black sea coast with my school friends.
We went to discos every night and that was where I met him. He was absolutely gorgeous: a perfect body of an athlete, short hair cut, dressed with style.
In a word, I noticed him straight away and began to show off. I had some experience with boys by then, so I won him over pretty soon.

We went outside and introduced each other. We stood by the street lamp and I could see his face better, he had blue eyes and that got me very excited.
I had not expected of myself what happened that night. We hugged and went to the beach, it was almost three in the morning and there were a few couples walking on the beach in the lamp light. He led me a little further and without saying a word made me lie on a beach chair. He caressed me. His hands were strong, but very tender. At first he got under my bra to feel my breasts. I felt the cool breeze on my skin, my breasts got so firm, the nipples stood up like petrified. Cool air and his caress got me so excited that I writhed like a snake under his arms.
He went lower on me kissing my whole body. Having unzipped my jeans he began pulling them down stealthily. I had my new white tiny little panties underneath which looked more like a pair of strings. He began pulling them down with his teeth, rumbling with excitement.
When my pussy was naked in front of his eyes, he stared at it. I became nervous, I was afraid someone might see us. But he did not care, he began kissing and licking me. His confidence passed over to me and the thought that someone might see us got me even more excited. I returned his caress.
But all of a sudden it began to rain and we were cold. Naturally, making love in the rain was not the best idea.
So he saw me off to my hotel.
We met again in 2 days and went straight to his place without further discussion, only stopped on the way to get some fruit. At his place we had some sparkling wine, talked a little and went into the bedroom.