I don't usually reread my stories. Once they're published, I let them go. But there's one in particular that holds a side story I never wrote... until now.It was with "My Husband Plants the Idea of Sleeping with Someone Else." A text born of doubt, excitement, and provocation. I just wanted to explore that disturbing fantasy: that the desire for another doesn't come from us, but from the one we love.
Alma and Max met to study in the university library. It wasn't the first time; their friendship began at the beginning of the semester, and they regularly spent the afternoon solving exercises, reviewing notes, and chatting. Max had begun to develop feelings for her, but Alma was a shy and reserved girl who avoided very personal topics. One afternoon, while talking about her dreams and interests, she felt comfortable revealing a side of herself she usually keeps hidden.
It may seem like I'm always looking for sexual partners every time I go out alone, and to be honest, it's true. However, the story I'm about to tell here isn't a continuation of the previous ones. It happened before them and, of course, is something rare, reserved only for those who are attentive and open to the opportunities that every street corner, market, or pharmacy can offer.
Hello, friends of erotic stories, how are you? My name is Henrique (fictitious name), and I've already narrated some of my adventures that became stories for you. If you're curious, stop by my story folder and enjoy! I want to remind you that I don't make up stories; they were all lived in a delicious and unforgettable way! But let's get to the point.
In the early 2000s, I worked at a higher education institution recognized for its high standards of teaching and religious strictness. Thanks to my administrative expertise, I eventually landed the position of director of education. During this period, a professor was found kissing and half-naked with one of the students inside the university.
When I asked to see the photos from the shoot, I saw that Maha was hesitant, unsure whether to hand over her phone. She said:
We are young. Wealthy. Lucky. Who?… Me and my friend. We are on a huge ocean liner on a cruise across the Atlantic. We met an elderly lady. Or rather, she came up to us first, hearing Russian speech.
I remember Lyudmila, first of all, because it was my first successful sexual adventure.My fiancée is pregnant. She went on holiday to her mother. Things are slowly but surely moving towards the registry office.
It happened a few years ago. My name is Artem. I finished school in my small village, passed the Unified State Exam and somehow miraculously entered a university in Omsk, the regional center. At that time, I was 18 years old. Moving was a way of life for me, otherwise I would have stayed in my village forever
My mother and father had two of us - me and my younger sister. We always lived very amicably. We practically never hid anything from each other and were not embarrassed. At the time I want to tell you about, Lenka was eighteen and I was twenty-five.
My husband, as usual, gets together with friends for a beer after work and comes home at about 8 o'clock... and usually in a normal state... and that day they had some kind of drinking party at work on the occasion of the delivery of a very important facility, I call and he tells me that he will be there in half an hour, I hear in the receiver that there is no voice at all, then someone takes the phone
I sat on his cock and, unlike the other times when I struggled a bit to get it in, this time I was so excited that I felt an insane pleasure in feeling that very hard cock that, little by little, entered inside me; and he, as soon as he felt that it was all inside, started to push it in as much as possible.