Hello, dear reader! My name is Luba, I'm a girl in the prime of passionate sexual desires. The fantasies are cramped inside me, I often confuse night and day, day and night, truth and fiction with my orgasm. What I want to tell you about is from the category of such phenomena.

Tomorrow I'm 25. Now is the birthday too! And what, it is interesting to know, will Anton give me this time?

New mini peignoir? Or some sort of heaped vibrator, which immediately for all female holes?

The thing is good, only hubby and he is not bad. He loves, oh loves the female body from above, and from below, and passionately, and in the suction: I was suddenly seized by arousal. Standing in front of the mirror, I undressed. From the mirror, a beautiful, long-legged woman with a good figure, with a nice chest, a thin line of dark hair over shaved vagina lips was looking at me. Rubbed papillae on the door jamb. When there is no one at home, I adore walking naked, taking pictures naked, giving myself naked: Turning on the music, I sank into a chair, legs apart, one hand caressed my chest, the other found the clitoris: The orgasm was so powerful that it darkened before my eyes, and I turned off.

I woke up, as it seemed to me, immediately.

It was cool, and the smell of the forest poured around. This forest!

And I suddenly realized that I was firmly tied to a tree.

And that I'm completely naked here! Or almost naked - I have a soft leather collar with a ring through which the rope is passed, my hands are tightened with the same leather bracelets, wrapped back and caught in a “lock” behind a tree! And my legs - my main support - are widely spread and taken in pads! I was crucified on a tree.

Consciousness hardly covered this picture. Who am I? Where I am?

In memory - emptiness. Yeah, I'm a sinner!

And Father the Holy Inquisitor ordered: Yes, he ordered me here to crucify for the fun of everyone.

And I have to satisfy them as they wish.

This is my vocation, the goal of my life. Give pleasure and get pleasure.

Radom - tract. Male voices. Young and old.

Five men staring at me. Remain, the rest go further.

I am a skier that is the name of this game, when two hefty men are lying next to you, and you nadrachivaet them with both hands at once, my legs are apart I suck the clitoris and do anus massage, I am shocked by orgasm after orgasm I suck their members swallow cum, bathe in her body, I lick them eggs, caressing the anus. My nipples, like bare nerves, my breasts, butt, and pubis completely in aspirated, choking with another sperm, I scream - fuck me, I want you all. I am a faithful wife! I am a solid erogenous zone! I don’t hear well, you’re cumming in my ears, I don’t see my face in sperm, my husband sucks me (he alone can do that), and the other four, me, have revealed him completely and I am flying away from his tender lips from his caress movements and again on the new in my mouth two members at once, in the ass and in the vagina the pistons move the whole body my continuous vagina kisses and caresses one of you my good! I love you all! I fuck you all! I explode !! I cum !!!

- Happy bezdy that you! Good morning, my love - I was watched by a huge bouquet of roses. Because of him the mischievous face of her husband peeped out. - How much can you sleep on SUCH day?

You've been sleeping for twelve hours already! Yesterday I moved you out of the chair here in my arms, I wished to wake you up, so sweetly you slept.

I reached out to kiss him, the body was like a stringed guitar string that was numb, but somehow it sounded special. And that pervasive smell of semen: I looked suspiciously at my husband.

- We had nothing yesterday? - I asked.

- It will be today. This is for you, a gift! Tickets for the new French "Madame Sale" attraction. Only one performance, and only today!

I was delighted! Great gift!

And I opened the booklet - annotation. In the very first picture, an obviously crazy artist painted a everlasting forest, a girl naked and tied to a tree.And five men on the path. At the menga went cold on the skin.

But I found the strength to joke.

- Look, Anton, and the one in the middle looks like you!

And she laughed, nervous.

“No, this girl is a copy of you,” said the husband. And he did not smile ...

I myself do not know what is true here and what is fiction.

My husband and I, by mutual agreement, for some reason did not go anywhere that night, but invited our acquaintances to our place and drank beer. But now, always, at the moment of the highest excitement, I remember that day, then night, in short, the moment (or eternity) of that insane copulation. And again, as then, flying away from pleasure!