Decay – Erotic and sex stories for adults

Everything is as it happens, everything happens in any way, but somehow.

Monday replaces Saturday, no more Sunday.

Working day waiting for weekends.

You go along the street, refrigerates, passion as you want something hot or hot.

People rush, wrapping themselves in clothes not dressed in the weather. Someone is in a hurry, someone is late, someone does not give a damn about everything. Darkens, and the sky was opened with snow and rain. What is the weather that? You make your way in the crowd to the subway. If only to escape from this bad weather. Figures, figures flickered. Without noticing it, you join in a crazy running around escalators, crossings, and wagons. You stop. And realizing that perhaps this should not be done at all, you are standing somewhere at a crossroads between someone and something. Well, home? – asking yourself this strange question, you think more than once, and why. The warmth of the hearth? – a stupid question does not have an answer, although it is an affirmative. Yes exactly.

She is waiting, she is worried. She likes you … …But why? – More than a stupid question.

To know the answer to him.

Falling out of the subway car, you head to the park. Pluch. Having lounged on a bench, you take out a cigarette. You smoke. Solving the issue « why ?», not so you need to think.

And how to think, how?

Why do I like and don’t like me? I will never solve it.

Well, damn it !!!! What about the weather ??? Damn Kolotun. You are addicted to cigarette smoke, but there is no expected heat, only your throat grows, tickles in your nose. No matter how to catch a cold.

In the brain of Kuter, as absurd as the weather these days. Maybe sex, there is the reason why she is crazy about me? Don’t know. I try to recall how it all started. At first it was interesting, but how is it not with a man, but with a woman. There are few interesting impressions, although to whom ….

With a woman …. Lipko and very wet. Hands sliding at the waist, and crawling into the crotch. Soft enveloping heat, humidity. Fingers spreading soft thin folds. Here the finger slipped deeper inside, not finding the support fell into a warm bag. Having emerged by groping the tubercle, the one from whom many women are delighted to slowly massage it. Overturning it on her back, and starting her left hand, or rather three fingers folded with a peak, in her warm bag, and putting his right hand on the pubis so that the thumb gets at the disposal of a small tubercle, which is hidden like a pearl in a mantle. And massaging this little pearl, biting her smooth legs, moving the pika, which is folded with the fingers of the left hand. You expect moans and rapid breathing. Then when she shudders with her whole body, her left hand crawls over the body as a snake, her goal is her chest, which is decorated with domes of excited nipples. Fingers like predators are pounced on these trembling mounds, squeeze and gently pinch. The right hand is still busy. And now the moment when the left hand enjoying, rushes to the bottom, where a small asterisk shakes in the approach of an orgasm, anus. Drawing up with saliva index finger, tries to get through the closed gates of the anus. She screams and is indignant. But you confidently continue to do that impudent act. She squeezes the buttocks, not letting you get into where she decided not to let you go. But these efforts only lead to the onset of the inevitable orgasm.. She shudders with her whole body, running back and freezes. Bastard! – she says, rising to the bathroom. But time will pass and she will like anal sex, and this will help her understand you closer.

But with a man everything is different … ….

It is as if you are approaching the mirror, but this mirror does not reflect you that you are, and the other is something better in something worse. Your lips meet with his. You feel power, and tenderness. Yes power, and from this it becomes somehow cozy. The smell of his body is not at all yours, and so beckoning. His body, it looks like at the same time excellent, funny. You touch his chest with your hands,

You press it to you. He is so big or small, but this man he is part of you. His penis is welcome and fragrant awaits your delicate kisses. At first he is flexible and suppressed, but after a while he will inform, his powerful riser, that he rebelled from hibernation.

At first you give him to plunge into his mouth as a whole when he is muffler, but when he grew up and is already hard to fit in your mouth, you have to tight. But this is so great the whole process … …

You look at him and you want to give free rein to this member so that this Paleno sticks into you with all its indefatigable force. You look at him that stands in front of you and is ready to pounce on him this guy or this is not the main thing. The main thing is that he feels accessible to you. You fully understand it … …. And when that man stands in front of you and says make me, you smile, overturn him on the stomach or on the back. Your tongue is like a bait sling over all the small wrinkles of its anal hole. You are pleasant to you. You either pick it up under your knees, or spread your legs a little. If it lies on the tummy, and your two thumbs of the right and left hand like huge sliding forceps open access to its anal asterisk that, like a small volcanic, is ready to open from passion. And you penetrate inside, you hear how he groans, and you yourself think how you would lead in his place. Your cock envelops dry heat, something tenderly squeezes it. Your bodies are in contact and now you are on one side of the mirror, then you are on the other. And you freeze and move again whispering affectionate words in his ear, and he, like a cat, bends his back … … … ….

But you can sit on his « rebellious stake »when he lies on his back, and you watch his gaze clouds from pleasant sensations. And your anus is exhausted with each of your squats, and his member is ready to jump out of the den that your ass provided him, rushes again. And then you both shout and a stream with a powerful stream announces the accomplishment.

No, I can’t understand. My feelings are completely in confusion as the weather, it is not known that winter came again with the fall, felts … … … … …

No, he is still closer to me, in « spirit and body ».

Iā€™m going home completely.

And in the head of Kuterom.

Tima

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