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This is my first story. I hope it will not be very strict. I can't write beautifully.
It happened in the summer of 2001, if I'm not mistaken. I do not remember exactly. I then went with the company to Koktebel to rest. In principle, I still remained like a good girl, at least between my first meeting and the bed I had 2-3 dates, but I did not even think about group sex. This summer, Sveta's friend persuaded me to do nudism. Personally, it scared me a little, it was embarrassing and very ...
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It happened in the summer of 2001, if I'm not mistaken. I do not remember exactly. I then went with the company to Koktebel to rest. In principle, I still remained like a good girl, at least between my first meeting and the bed I had 2-3 dates, but I did not even think about group sex. This summer, Sveta's friend persuaded me to do nudism. Personally, it scared me a little, it was embarrassing and very ...
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Nina Sergeevna kneaded dough for pancakes when the doorbell rang. Wiping her hands on a towel, she went to the door and looked into the peephole. Only the blond head was visible. - Andrew, dear, is that you? - she guessed. - Yes, Aunt Ning, it's me, my mother asked you to sit while she went to town on business. - chattering patter Andryusha. - Well, come if so.
She opened the door for him and let him inside. She had her own house, like ...
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She opened the door for him and let him inside. She had her own house, like ...
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This story began with the fact that in January of this year I received a letter from a reader in a resource on one of the resources where my stories are published. Here it is, practically without banknotes and with the permission of the visitor.
Good night, DD!
Just wanted to express my admiration for your creativity!
Quite by chance I stumbled across the web on this site ... and for several days I have been reading your stories ... and am in complete delight !!! And it was precisely today that I decided to register on this site in order to personally ...
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Good night, DD!
Just wanted to express my admiration for your creativity!
Quite by chance I stumbled across the web on this site ... and for several days I have been reading your stories ... and am in complete delight !!! And it was precisely today that I decided to register on this site in order to personally ...
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Anna slept until the evening. A quarter of an hour after Marcus left, Jake returned - they parted on time, otherwise a sad incident would have been unavoidable. It had already happened about five hours ago, and Jake greeted him, worried - usually mother did not sleep during the day, and even so long. Maybe sick? - Mom, are you there? - The son insisted on knocking on Anna’s bedroom door, not daring to enter. And for the better, he would hardly have appreciated the mess left after ...
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The street was late at night, which means the inn was overcrowded, many groups sat at the tables, relaxing at a mug of something hot, anticipating the most interesting part - the division of prey. Marianna held a mug of heated wine in her hand, sometimes taking a sip. In real life, she never drank wine hot, but after this “quest” she literally beat her chills. She could not even think that she would have to freeze at night at some drowned cemetery, and she also tore her clothes in the end. Not a game, but ...
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I sit at the laptop and finish writing the script. Night. She is sleeping. If we were not mistaken, and now we rarely make mistakes, then we will make good money in this scenario. Only, eyes are tired, and the back hurts. And a member ... four orgasms per night and marathon sex, it turns out, lead to aching muscles and a rubbed member. And yet it was very nice. Brutal sex that would scare any third-party driver.
I leaned back in my chair, closed the laptop. And he no longer wants to sleep, and there is no work to do. We must return to her, though ...
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I leaned back in my chair, closed the laptop. And he no longer wants to sleep, and there is no work to do. We must return to her, though ...
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Our city was small, and was located on the river. However, it was not recommended to drink this water downstream, where the river flows out of the city, if you did not want to get sick. Some merchants still took it to cook some cheap soup for the poor. But it remained on their conscience. Mom used only the best for her best apple pies, gingerbread and other pastries. And to go for water to the well was my duty. He was far away from our house. But there was ...
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Zinaida Pavlovna Ostroukhova, a slender lady of thirty-eight years old, walked along one of the many avenues of the “Island of Desires” in an upset state of feeling, wanting to quickly end this unbearable, distressing day. Finding in the advertising brochure, which lay in her room cinema "Illusion", she decided to watch before bedtime to watch some good movie. Unfortunately, no information about the repertoire of the cinema was provided.
Despite her best efforts, she never ...
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Despite her best efforts, she never ...
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Few of the interlocutors in Mamba I have in advance, before the first meeting and the first intima, talking about a notebook and writing real intimate pages. After all, my photo hangs on a dating site and the city in which I live is indicated - you never know what real friends will happen to get (and got to it more than once, by the way). And two persons with high social responsibility, champions of morality and morality (what they did on Mamba themselves are a separate issue), turned out to be not my friends, but spouses, even ...
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A few years before the main events.
For the third hour we are sitting with Lieutenant Samokhin in a deep, damp dugout, dug only this morning. Lieutenant Samokhin is still a very young guy who did not even have time to finish the Suvorov School because of the war and volunteered to go to the front. Now the night, the squad rests after a four-day transition. The commander is restrained, laconic. His harsh but good-natured face was sparsely lit by a dim bulb. Young, beautiful, but already scarred, all in ...
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For the third hour we are sitting with Lieutenant Samokhin in a deep, damp dugout, dug only this morning. Lieutenant Samokhin is still a very young guy who did not even have time to finish the Suvorov School because of the war and volunteered to go to the front. Now the night, the squad rests after a four-day transition. The commander is restrained, laconic. His harsh but good-natured face was sparsely lit by a dim bulb. Young, beautiful, but already scarred, all in ...
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