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Eating my tattoo artist
Ever since I met my tattoo artist about 5 years ago, we've always clicked. I'm a girl who likes to flirt and joke around with my friends, and he gave me the confidence to do that from the start. The first time was in a studio that was lent to him, since he was from out of town.The second time he tattooed me was in that same borrowed studio. There were other people, so we all interacted a bit. But my second tattoo was on my leg, so he laid me on my side to do it and positioned himself behind me. I noticed his erection when I turned slightly and felt how close he was to me.
Friend being a voyeur
I've always enjoyed exhibitionism and voyeurism, but I've never been open enough to another man to really talk to him before my husband. We have great chemistry in every way.However, my fetish is limited to women. I have no desire to have a threesome or have sex with another woman, but the idea of being watched by another woman and observing her has always fascinated me. I told him I wanted to make love with another woman watching, but without her directly participating, to take a shower together—in short, to have a friend to share glances and admiration with in a more intimate way. He said this required extreme trust from the person I invited to avoid unnecessary exposure. I agreed.
A roludo is unmatched
I've had good sex with average and even small cocks, but nothing compares to a big dick sticking it in you.A few days ago, I was able to relive that experience. I went out with a guy, and the night took us to his house.Once there, we started making out, and I was ravenous. I didn't waste much time holding on to the kiss and started groping him right away. My body filled with joy as I squeezed his bulge and felt it was something big.
The Manfred Method
Have you ever imagined being able to make any woman crazy to have sex with you just by saying a single sentence?My name is Eduardo Lemos, 35 years old, and I work as an accountant Monday through Friday, with Saturdays and Sundays off. I wake up every day at 6 a.m., drink coffee staring at the kitchen wall, and spend the rest of my time trying not to explode inside that cursed office where I work. The name of the place? "Fiscal Excellence." A little irony is nonsense.
The awakening of an introverted girl
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.
In the Silence of the Unfaithful Afternoon
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.
The hottest Instagram crown
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.
Punishment at university
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.
My wife Maha became an actress
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:
The Old Lady's Tale
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.
Forward to the women
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.
With sister Lena
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.
