Dasha - "Erotic stories"

My name is Vic. I'm bisexual. I had some relationship with the girls, but this encounter, perhaps left me the most lasting impression. At that time I already had the experience of this "love", so I'm not really worried when I started the correspondence with a beautiful girl named Daria. We corresponded with her for a few days. Topics were the most common. I was surprised that on intimate subjects, this girl did not talk much and always tried to distance herself from the provocative questions I was used to. As the experience of close contact with men I had more, I usually, they all say directly. But that little sharpness pushed Dasha, and I noticed it for the first few leading questions. She wanted to know me inside, and I wanted to see her differently. How would then be, this lesbian approach is called relationships. All perceive a little on the other side than heterosexuals. So I did not know. On the issue of relationship, she told me that she was once a great love for the girl. The greatest, which could only be from one person to another, as she expressed it. However, she is referred to the bisexual as I was. Only with the girls she liked to spend time much more than the guys. With me, it was exactly the opposite. That their love ended, like many passionate relationships, farewell sadness, but they always talk like friends. I do not always understand everything she said, but not really go to the heart. After all, I was on it had only one. I always knew like a friend, we will never speak, she attracted me exclusively as a mistress.
We have a very long time, but at the last moment they are frustrated. In the end, I chose one day on the bus return from the nearby town and we agreed that she meet me at the train station. The weather was already quite late. Outside, it was July, it was very hot, the city lowered the twilight. Dasha was late for a few minutes. Finally, the street where I was to meet her, I saw her. Dasha was of medium size, with short shorts and pink black t-shirts lengthened. Hair black stiff was loose and thick mop to develop the cool evening breeze. Her skin was tanned, very tanned rather than dark itself. Thin lips, but not much. I said little. She was herself of average corpulence, nearer thin. I love those numbers. The first thing that came into my head he must specifically put mini shorts to show me your legs. We met and smile friendly embraced.

• Hello. "She said, and threw her black hair. It seemed to me she was feeling a little uncomfortable at this time of the first meeting. To smooth the bumps, I immediately started talking. The first thing that came to mind was transport. I asked what bus goes to her, and she replied 21. We are slowly at a stop, although it is possible to hurry, the time was already late. However, we waited for the right bus quickly and set about it. All the way we talked about how long we could not answer, and what happened. She talked about her sister, who recently got married, and now, thanks to this, she was pretty sure that he did not want to have a husband.
  And much more. We arrived at the desired stop in a few tens of minutes. The driver called the stop and we went out. I remember when I got up from the seat, she took the mnya hand, as if taking care. I loved it all of a sudden, but in general, the first steps of what I do. If one can call the steps, because all the fun is yet to come. After about two hundred meters we turned to a local beer store. We had agreed that we drink beer and decided not to deviate from the intention. Tap with a bunch of snacks, at the bottom, it was a fish, we went to the stairs and the elevator. She pressed 4. We started to climb. It was there, buried in space, the first time I felt a sudden surge of excitement light compared to the Dasha. Most likely, it was in anticipation of the intimacy to come with it. I looked at her: she was oddly behaving as if she wanted to see how I feel. The elevator is stopped, we went out and entered his apartment. It was a small studio apartment. On the left was a cozy kitchen with a Guinea pig cage. I do not remember how to name a guinea pig, but the animal seemed terribly sweet. Like her mistress. First, it was decided to stay in the kitchen. We pour alcohol drinks, spread snacks and drinks for a long awaited encounter. Dasha was sitting in a half-turn, her legs crossed.

I immediately noticed: her skin was perfectly smooth and beautiful. Not a single fault! It seemed to me that these people do not get done, even if I have very very good skin. Dasha began talking about his relationship with the male sex. She has long said that everything is boring, every time the same, and men goats. In general, according to his story, I realized one thing: he disillusioned with the boys and girls now spent in a long time. The rise of our drunkenness has become clear that just does not end. She smoked and asked to go with her on the balcony. We went out. In the darkness of the street, it seemed terribly beautiful and sexy. I hug his waist and leave his hand under the shirt on his back. She did not expect it, and turned. Our faces were close. I looked into the deep eyes and decided not to lose a chance to kiss her. Our lips met. I felt attracted to waves of pleasure and excitement that grabbed me more and more. Meanwhile, I stroked her back and unfasten her bra. She, too, stroked my butt and began unbuttoning her jeans. I whispered in my ear: "Let's go to bed?" ". And she immediately accepted. Hand in hand, we went to the only room where there was a small table with a laptop and it had a queen bed. When we were in shorts, she started to kiss my breasts and lick the nipples. I felt my pants soaked with grease and I catch impatiently her round ass. I noticed that the roughness, which I liked, was not like today. All the time, she moved very carefully and gently. But I was already spitting. I quickly pulled her panties and kissed first, then the other nipple, began to descend to the abdomen. Stroked her stomach, I went downstairs. Her pussy was completely shaved and did not defend open a crack. She obediently spread her thighs, and I slowly licked passionately inside the thigh. She breathed with enthusiasm. Then I spread his hands his a little "flower" (as Dasha is sometimes called the place) and start slowly and polizyvat clito folds that were nearby. She moans. I began to lick harder and sometimes in deepened tongue and fingers. When I put in the second, she cried and bent over like a cat. I began to lick more realize that it ends. She snuggles in the throes of pleasure coming. Finally, the waves of orgasm passed, She remained lying exhausted on her side. After a brief rest, she put me on my back and gently trying to hardly touch, I was starting to get cunnilingus exquisite. For me, this, no one has ever done more. Feeling Thin body of the woman, Dasha pressed to that "click" of pleasure that I sometimes literally thrown into tremors. After reaching the top, I decided to end the unusual. I put him on his back, mounted on top and sitting on his head. Now I could control the whole situation itself. I started to move in time with the boat sensation rise and immediately experienced a dizzying orgasms. So long I was not. We went and slept.
In the morning she had to go to work, so the alarm clock woke us up pretty soon. Rushed quickly, we scattered in all directions, in a friendly Kissed cheeks. We still have a meeting, we still communicate from time to time in the social field. Networks ... But from this first meeting, I still thrill to the memory of this night of passionate love of a woman.

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