Hello! My name is Amir. I am from Tashkent. I am 20 years old. I live independently from my parents in a one-room apartment. I decided to write some moments from my life that might be interesting for you. I decided to test my writing skills and started with this genre of literature, since I have been reading stories of this type for a whole year. Therefore, I decided to describe such events from my life cycle.

On that day, my friends once again called me to the club. Such trips occur less frequently once a month, sometimes two. At that time I agreed, because within a month everything had already accumulated everything negative and I wanted to dance it all and leave it on the dance floor. We arrived at 19.30 at the club in the midst of a party. It was one of the best clubs in my city, the parties there were at their best.

Having taken a little cocktail with friends and their cheerful company, I went to the dance floor. I had one thought in my head: “to become the king of the dance floor today”. My friends and I in the center of the circle of the dance floor took up half the space and started lighting. Naturally, we were attracting the views of everyone around, but I was straight “burned” by someone's back. I looked around, but did not understand who it was, the people were a bit too much. The DJ was inspired in our campaign and put the best hits of the season.

Having danced my, I took a place at the bar. And yet I found the look that “burned” my back. A girl sat in a corner at a table with couches and whispered with a friend. I decided not to indulge her with my eyes and therefore began to look at the dancers. Then he decided to approach her. Inside, as if something told me: "Dude, you just have to stir up with her!". I am not a womanizer, although friends say otherwise, but I have always been in favor of a true relationship. And so I went to her, noticing that her friend had faded somewhere. I just sat down with her and put on the table two cocktails that I had seized at the bar and offered to drink with me.

She leaned over and said: “There is so much of that stuff in me, so just get to know each other. My name is Nargiz. ”

I said: “Hi me Amir. Nice to meet you ”- and smiled, because I understood how she facilitated my work. I did not use the standard pick-up frazhochki, so as not to create in her head the idea that I am some kind of womanizer. So I just asked everyday questions, which she replied nicely and asked again, “and you?” And I liked it. She just won me her beauty. I did not even notice the situation that was behind me. And after a while I offered her to go to me with no hope, I knew that she would refuse, but I wanted it so much. And to my surprise, she agreed and jokingly said: "I think you have a good collection of children's photos."

I said goodbye to my friends, took her hand, we got into a taxi and drove to the other end of the city to my apartment. After half an hour we were on the spot, all the time she did not let go of my hand and I really liked it. I paid the taxi driver and we went up to the 6th floor. Even at the entrance I noticed that her heartbeat increased sharply.

We went into the apartment, she asked for a toilet, I had thousands of thoughts in my head, I came up with a hundred sequels of that night. I sat in the chair and waited, every minute lasted like an hour, I thought she would never leave it. But I already knew exactly how this night would end. But at exactly 00.00 she went out in her underwear.

I just could not resist jumping on the bed. She understood my condition and went to the bed, I took her hand and lowered her to the bed. I began to kiss her, she reciprocated me, her heart was pounding wildly, it just jumped out of her. I stretched her bra. She decided not to stay in underwear anymore and was completely exposed. I had a thought in my head that this was probably the long-awaited culmination of my life. She was just gorgeous, breasts about the third size, slender waist, very beautiful shape of the hips and even legs. For model looks, she would only grow up.

I laid her on the bed, then started kissing her breasts, it seemed to me that she burns my lips.I began to slowly descend, kissing lower and lower. Then she stopped me and said: "Let me do the same thing." She sat on top of me and began to kiss on the lips, my cock just rested on her ass and pulled out of his pants. She understood this and started to go down to him, took off my jeans, then my pants and my friend broke free. She took him in her hands and started playing with him as it seemed to me, there was a feeling that she first saw the male member, but after she kissed him and took in her mouth all doubts disappeared. She did it so gently that I was in 7 heaven as they say. (Porn stories) I realized that I wouldn’t tear myself out of her captivity and just caught the buzz, after a couple of minutes I started to finish it abundantly in her mouth. I lay there and understood nothing; it seemed to me that it sucked me to the very last drop.

After going to the bathroom and spitting out my juices, she came back and sat down on me again, but I decided to take everything in my hands, put it on the bed and began to go down to her flower, when I just went down to him. I began to lick her clit, stuck my tongue for the entire length of it were published first muffled moans and then they turned into screams. She wriggled and moaned. And after 5 minutes, she broke down and finished. I lay down and just listened to her. She lay and breathed deeply. Then I decided to fuck her, took a condom from my jeans pocket and put it on, raised her legs, joined them together, sent a member and entered. It was bliss, inside was so soft and hot. I wanted to just stay in it and not move, but I had to give her pleasure and began to progress. I moved faster and faster in it, then I picked it up and put it on cancer and began to fuck more hard, she moaned hard and screamed that she loved me and I was her “stallion”. In parallel, I crushed her breasts and tried to caress her clitoris. After a few minutes of frantic sex, she began to moan strongly, her heartbeat quickened, then she went limp and closed her eyes and began to smile sweetly. We settled down in the missionary position and after 5 minutes I finished, I hadn’t been that good for a long time. It was one of the best nights spent with a woman.

I woke up in the morning. I realized that I was very tired and just fell asleep. She was not near and anywhere in the apartment. I realized that it was sex only for one night. It was a pity, I really liked her, but alas, she left without even saying goodbye and it was true. I understood correctly and did not take action to find her.

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6 comments
  • January 13, 2014 12:20

    You would only write financial statements.

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  • January 13, 2014 13:04

    Finally! It is finished! Thank you for your memoirs. Everything that seemed to me to die, suddenly came to life, rose ... and went. Absolute presence effect. I fell asleep right after I had finished synchronously with Amir.

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  • January 13, 2014 16:40

    Brother, I understand, of course, this is your first story, but it’s not clear why you wrote it, you didn’t tell us anything except that you live in Tashkent and go to the club, by the way, what’s behind the club at the height of the party at 19:30? ?? In general, it was necessary for you to describe something in more detail, with paints of some kind of colored ...

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  • The crowd (a guest)
    February 10, 2014 10:42

    Here at this place I stopped reading - too unrealistic. The author, for the future - in the nightclubs "the height of the party" - from eleven o'clock in the evening. At 7:30 pm, students sometimes pour milk there.

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  • January 13, 2014 17:03

    Hmm, and they say that eastern girls are modest.

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  • Alex (a guest)
    January 14, 2014 23:02

    The story, though the first, but if you write with claims to a literary work, then be ready for criticism. The main problem is no details, the power of the story in describing the details, feelings, emotions, you need to use more epithets, secondly, I did not see no strings, no climax, no outcome. The story tells about the testing of the hero, the hero must face a problem, go through some tests, then it will be a story. In the meantime, forgive your e-mail friend, about the fact that you spikapila girl, something like this.

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