Hour on a seducing

Once I met this goth chick on the internet, and I also bought a new couch the same week. So, I decided to check them out both, getting laid with the girl on this very couch. We agreed that we meet in a place near a fountain at 7PM, and I warned her that I hate girls who are late. I got there and was standing near the fountain, having a cigarette. Nobody was there at 7:05PM. I turn off the sound in my phone leaving only the vibration and head for home. I looked at the mobile when leaving the bus, and I saw that she had called me 14 times. She also texted me: ‘Where the hell are you, I’ve spent an hour waiting.’ I start texting her back, and then she calls me. I drop the call and text her: ‘I told you about being late.’ She got the message and started calling me again. I came to my door and pick up the phone. (more…)

March 18th, 2009 - Posted in Seduction and debauchery | | 0 Comments

After acquaintance on-line…

I was spending my night online doing the regular stuff, filling in forms, downloading something, using ICQ and message boards, nothing special. A chick knocked me up on ICQ, and we started talking. I felt like working, so I intended to keep the conversation short. That’s why I got to the point right away. We exchanged photos, I got her phone number, and so she was forgotten. Her picture had the face only, 7 on the hotness scale. (more…)

March 4th, 2009 - Posted in Seduction and debauchery | | 0 Comments

Sex on the fringe of the forest

The much-awaited Friday evening came. The train station was swarming with people who were done with their week’s work, hurrying home. The June was exceptionally hot this year, so people were trying to combat heat in whatever ways they could, consuming vast amounts of ice-cream sold on every corner, refreshed themselves with mineral water, and wore as less clothes as their figure allowed them to.

I approached the suburban ticket windows where plenty of people were queued up, and started studying the guys and girls around me. Most faces were expressionless, eyes empty, foreheads glazed with sweat. Old age pensioners could be seen all around, attempting to change the sultry and stuffy Moscow for their country houses bathed in lush vegetation. A stunning dark-haired woman looking a bit over 30 caught my attention. She was wearing a light pink dress, almost see-through. She stood in front of me in the queue, so I could shamelessly stare at her near-perfect figure. The neck of this stranger, as well as her entire body, had a marvelous bronze tone; her feet, mostly uncovered by the lovely miniskirt, ended in flip-flops, and her yellow thongs could be clearly seen because of the close-fitting dress. This amazing combination stirred my brain and ignited my passions, but I remembered about Mary and the obsession started fading away. The girl bought herself a ticket and headed towards the entrance. Finally I could see her face, surrounded by seemingly roughly cut hair and a skew fringe almost covering these huge brown eyes of hers. I noticed her full lips begging to be kissed, her mat skin and some really fresh perfumery bringing images of paradise to my mind.   (more…)

March 2nd, 2009 - Posted in Seduction and debauchery | | 0 Comments