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 write to you personally and thank you for such wonderful stories, it is nice to read, it is very nice !!!
Thanks again and good night)
Of course, immediately upon receipt, I replied.
Good afternoon, dear (nickname on the site)!
There are no words how pleasant it is for the author to receive such confessions from readers. As in that joke, when the Chukchi was asked what ice cream tastes like, like a deer or like a seal, and he thought, answered, no, like sex))))
So from your praise, I experienced feelings similar to an orgasm, and my hand reached out to the notebook to make a new entry to it ;-)
Thank you once again and express my sincere appreciation! And tell me which stories (and heroines) did you like more, and which less? As with the literary point of view, and human.
Sincerely, DD
In several letters it became clear that her name is Maria (there was a teacher in our school with the classic name Marian Ivanna - a prudent and conservative person of pre-retirement age, so I don’t like the name Maria, but Masha, Masha I began to call her mentally from those since then), and her first impressions of my stories were:
“MZHM. Detailed and generalized "- this is the story I read first by the will of fate! To say that it was interesting is to say nothing !!! For me it was interesting and exciting at the same time !!! There were a lot of emotions and it was pleasant to read, as well as informative! Personally, I didn’t have such an experience in my life, but it was interesting, how can this be? And here your story, written in such a way that it is very pleasant to read and very exciting, exciting, and the realization that this story is based on real events, gave even more piquancy!
Well, after that - it was no longer to tear me away)) ... And so it took several days, in those moments when I could find time to read, I returned again and again to your stories ... And yesterday I had the desire to write to you and thank you for your creativity !!!)) I really like your attitude towards girls and women, I like the way you describe everything, I like that there is no rudeness, at least until I saw it! ... Once again Thank you so much for these wonderful stories, they give me tremendous emotions and feelings, and I also discover Nogo new and absorb this knowledge. What a pity that I did not know about your work before!
Thanking with all courtesy for such kind words, I expressed the hope that she would read the rest of my stories (at that time she overcame 33), and if you have questions, feel free to ask them. The last January letter from Masha read:
If you have any questions, I will ask ... with your permission)
Well you)) I just wrote the truth! Thank you for the amazing impressions and emotions)))
And then there was a long break in the correspondence. I saw from the profile that Masha first visits the site, puts likes on my stories, but does not write letters and does not ask questions either in private or in public. Then, after the 50th or 60th story, her account stopped flickering among the active, and the huskies stopped. “Sweetened sweet,” I thought. - Or read something that she did not like categorically and fundamentally. I wonder what kind of story caused her disappointment? ”It later turned out that nothing like that, Masha regularly read all my stories, just stopped logging in so that she would not get any perverts jugglers with offers to do virtual sex or send naked clothes to the soap.
Our epistolary communication resumed only in July. First of all, we discussed the “Alien Bride”, and Masha is a kind soul, and expressed Zai very sympathetically and heartfelt. Secondly, she needed a little technical advice from a computer plan and some psychological advice - how seriously can you take a guy who strenuously cares virtually, throws letters, but doesn’t appoint a real date, despite what geography allows. Thirdly, at the prompting of the site, I congratulated her on her birthday, and I was pleased that a young, 34-year-old woman continued to have interest in me, was advised about anything different, and on occasion, it’s not harmful to dream; intimate intimacy. Fourthly, I tried to incite the reader of erotic stories to become a writer, to present my experience of meeting with men.
To which Masha replied: “I really have no experience, I only had 4 men, and all this was a serious relationship. Write about the relationship with these men, but somehow I do not know who it will be interesting? ". On my hot assurances that whoever needs it, they will be that there are readers and fans of the genre of real intimate stories, which are important not for dasistopicity and overkill of the whole Kama Sutra, but the reality and the reality of what is happening-described, I do not know, sincerely or under pressure, Masha Unsubscribed: "Good)) I'll think about it! In general, I once wanted to write a story, but I did not dare). "
And finally, fifth. Most important. That which laid the foundation for our real intimacy, which was not limited to sex. My letter:
You live in Moscow, right?
I will be in the capital at the end of July - beginning of August. If you have the time and desire, I will be glad to see firsthand. As a bonus, I promise to give you my book with a dedication))))
And her answer:
Wow, how interesting))) yes, I live in the capital, no, do not mind meeting, seeing the author of such wonderful stories live!)))
Dreaming is not bad! Harmful not to dream!
***
How can you not dream of this beauty? Several times a day I opened her photo in a watsap and admired the pretty oval face, white-toothed smile, rosy cheeks, blue eyes, long hair, blond in the middle, at the edges and above dark, falling on the bust, apparently of solid size, for the hostess all this wealth, it was clear, had far from a slender physique.
And so, the evening of the second day of my stay in Moscow, the first text message to her on the phone with a presentation and a question, is there a time and desire for a conversation, her answer is confirmation that there is, and I call Masha.
We are strangers, talked for more than an hour. And on Wednesday, two hours (the first conversation was on Monday). So, of course, it was I who was unfamiliar with Masha, and she knew a lot about me from my stories and remembered very well all the details, it even happened that I did not immediately guess what nuances and circumstances she was hinting at. Masha turned out to be a very sociable girl; there were no awkward pauses in the conversation, which often happen when communicating with unfamiliar people. She was keenly interested in business aspects of my trip to the capital and current life, she also willingly told about herself and her parents, childhood and youth, school and work, the beauty of Far Eastern nature and office life.
Sometimes the conversation turned to intimate topics. Masha mentioned that of her few partners: there were really only four of them, I don’t even know how to call them correctly, most likely because of their age or civil husbands, because not only sexual relations, but also living together connected with them for several years; then the generous advice of her friends, wondering how, with her temperament, she does not start dating purely for fucking, because with the last of the guys ...
she broke up four years ago. True, one of her phrases, passing flashing through the conversation, I did not like: "I will not mess with married men, why do I need it?". I even thought, she thus gives a sign: DD, nothing between us will not, in vain do not roll the lip. Well, plus my Monday offer to meet on Tuesday, too, did not find the response cherished in dreams: “oh yes, dear, any day and hour, whenever you please.” Masha said that the meeting on Friday night would be better suited to her plans if I have no objections. I did not have any objections, so we agreed.
And also this is remarkable. Despite the fact that I introduced myself to her by my real name even during my correspondence in July, Masha persistently called me DD in conversation.
***
(SMS on Friday)
- Good morning, Masha! The morning of day X has arrived))) So, it is necessary to solve the issue with the evening: where and when?
- Good morning, DD! Carefully ready to consider your suggestions)))
- Special originality, they will not differ. Meet after your work, meet in person, dine in a cafe, look into each other's eyes ... and then we will see. What time will you be free after work?
- “To look into each other’s eyes” is necessary))) Are you very limited in time? Generally I have to finish around 19:15.
- I am not limited at all. I live in an apartment with relatives who themselves live in the Moscow region. But the choice of a cafe is yours, as is its location.
- A cafe is necessary?)) Maybe you can meet you? I know you make good coffee, so you would drink coffee and chat in a relaxed atmosphere, and not in a noisy cafe. How do you like that?
I re-read this message twice and was ready to jump to the ceiling with delight. Oh yes, dreams come true! The answer was predictable:
- This is a great option !!! Then closer to the end of your work we will call you and decide where to meet you.
- Good))
In delighted anticipation, I issued the battle cry of the conqueror of the universe and, dressed, headed for the store. To buy coffee, coffee maker, brandy, glasses, peaches, apricots and other attributes of the "sweet life" necessary for a decent reception of our dear guest and the enjoyment of our evening privacy. “And maybe not just the evening one,” suddenly flashed me with anticipation. - No wonder that Masha insisted on meeting on Friday, because ahead of the weekend, which means that we will spend together not only the evening, but she will spend the night with me. What a thrill!
***
Day X began in the evening. After cooking dinner and waiting for the tram, which came Masha. After a series of toasts and coffee. After the presentation of the book with a dedication and her sincere thanks. After a couple of smoke breaks on the balcony and a little laugh, seized by Masha at the sight of peaches.
“Your countrymen, DD, work in our office,” she explained. “Every time they see me, they say,“ Wow, what a girl, a real PERSIK! ”.
- So, I will call the story "Peach Girl"! - I replied with a serious look.
- Oh, - Masha was embarrassed, - well, okay, as you like, you know better.
- Well, let's see, - I smiled and stroked her hand, from elbow to fingers, searchingly looking into her eyes. Having received in return a look full of appreciation.
Much later, already during our second or even third meeting, I tried to simulate a situation that would have happened if I (unlikely, but still) had behaved passively and indifferently.
- Masha, but, let's say, if you and X on that day met you, dined, drank coffee, but I wouldn’t designate your desire, would not make any hint of sex, would you decide to molest first?
- No never! She answered firmly. - Maybe I have outdated views, but I believe that a man should take the initiative, and he should take the first step.
- And when did you realize that there would be sex, and I want you?
“But when you patted my hand, remember?” - Masha clung to me and with the same gesture stroked my shaggy hand - from elbow to fingers.
For it so happened that apart from kissing on the cheek when I met Masha at the bus stop, and for quite a long time, our communication in the apartment did not resemble a meeting of lovers who were impatiently tearing off their clothes and trying to quickly merge into intercourse as soon as they the door closed. It was rather friendly communication, long-time acquaintances and people who had not seen their own eyes for a long time, who are partially up to date with each other’s life and important events, but feel the need to ask something in more detail and say something in addition. We talked about the state of affairs in the country and the capital, in her and my industry, about new tax and retirement (damn it three times) legislation. We talked about erotic sites and erotic stories, my many heroines and her small guys, about the nearest plans and distant prospects. We were comfortable and interesting with each other, and an atmosphere of exceptional intimacy reigned, which is not always achieved during intercourse, when the attraction is based only on physiology.
And if for Masha my stroking her hands was a harbinger of quick sex, then for me the most important were our cues during a smoke break on the balcony.
- So how many women did you have? - asked Masha with a certain podnakoy, as if she did not know about the turn, which could not (or was not particularly wanted) to take over the past four years.
“One hundred and forty-nine,” I answered honestly. “And you will,” he hugged her around the waist, we sat opposite each other in the kitchen and there was no possibility of frequent bodily contact, and a narrow balcony littered with almost half-unnecessary master junk as if he himself was bringing smokers closer - one hundred and fiftieth! - He reached out to kiss on the lips, but Masha delicately put her cheek, even though my cigarettes were stronger.
- Anniversary! - she smiled. - And I have. You will be my fifth.
“So we’ll call the story The Hundred and Fiftieth and the Fifth,” I didn’t miss the chance to reveal my grafomanic nature.
“As you wish,” she pressed a finger on my nose and looked into my eyes: long, faithfully, trustingly.
And two more kisses that I remembered.
We clean the table, put four hands in the kitchen. Masha hugs me from the back, smacking my cheek:
- Thank you, DD! - and almost immediately. - Give me a towel, I'll go to the bathroom.
And near the bathroom. Masha has already undressed to her underwear, put her clothes on a hanger in the hallway, her appetizing body whitens in the dim light: a solid bust under a black bra, alluring hips and butt, almost not hidden by narrow black panties. I finally embrace her in the front, finally a classic kiss lips on the lips, finally dreams come true. Very tasty, very sweet, anxiously stroking Masha on her shoulders, back, sides, buttocks, exhausted from tenderness and passion, a member is eager to try all her holes,
- Bully, oh you bully! - she gently whispers to me the words that have become the leitmotif of the upcoming unparalleled night.
And this kiss was remembered by Masha.
... the first kiss was still in the kitchen, so gentle and cautious ... not quite deep ... with minimal participation of tongues ... mostly lips.
***
What happened then?
And then there was everything ... or almost everything that happens between a man and a woman who are imbued with mutual sympathy and want to get maximum pleasure from intimacy.
There were long kisses and caresses, there was an interlacing of arms and legs, there were passionate moans and quiet chuckles, conversations, already upon coming to oneself, so as not to wake the neighbors. There were enchanting blowjobs performed by Masha and her confession “yes, I love oral sex, and I don’t understand why some girls turn up his nose”. She was able to somehow somehow suck in the head, then release it with a pinch and at that moment passed like an electrical impulse through my body, along the entire length of the penis and through the spine to the brain, delivering unearthly bliss. I was balde and asked to repeat this trick yet ..
and further...
And her completely devoid of hair pussy and a large clitoris, you will not lose passion in the heat ... well, just a dream! Lick and lick ... and you are pleased, and she ... sorry, only comes to orgasm. My sweet girl is also guilty of whispering, not seriously, not jokingly: “for four years there has been no sex, the body cannot believe that it has finally happened, it is not the end of my own fingers to finish it.” Nothing, remember! For the sake of fairness, I will say that that night it did not happen that Masha finished. And tongue, and fingers, and in 69, and parallel to ordinary sex, and she tried with her fingers ... no way. Only at noon the next day, after a strong and invigorating sleep, from 4 nights to 11 am ... I just want to write how the walls shook from its deafening cry and the sofa almost fell apart ... but no, there was a quiet, barely audible squeak, and Masha curled up.
- And it's all? - I could not help exclamation of surprise. - And for the sake of this second, we worked so much time? It was worth it?
Masha opened her eyes, and straight out of pleasure, purred:
- Yes, DD-shechka, yes, my good! Oh, what a great thing! Come to me, hug tightly!
(In parentheses, I note that during the second and third meetings, in the days of Y and Z, Masha's orgasm was no longer so whimsical and hidden. The girl, excited and initiated by various sex, of course, did not finish as a machine gun, but received deserved pleasure in a reasonable time. True, the same second duration.And only the last refinement, when not only my tongue was on her clitoris, but also my fingers in both holes, forced Masha to curl sweetly several times and publish not a short squeak, but intermittent moans. : "First time t something "and the passionate kiss of appreciation by a serious feel pride to this day.)
There was a long classic sex (they tried both the missionary and the Amazon, but more often they got fucked with cancer), with slaps on the buttocks and in a fierce whisper: “Yes, yes, oh, how good, oh my, oh, how nice, yes, come on, Yes Yes". Truly it was entrancing - a beautiful young woman in a knee-elbow pose in front of me, a gorgeous body miraculously responds to my every movement, every friction, every clap on the buns of priests, only trahy.
And he was - occasionally, but that is why I remember especially - anal sex. Masha warned that her experience in this form is minimal and was very long: only two times she gave her first young man in the ass, and only once this act was brought to the final. I was also worried that suddenly some incidents could happen, but the fears turned out to be in vain: kuniling was often combined with anusling, but there was not even the slightest unpleasant smell or taste. There was no (hopefully) pain: a high-quality gel for anal sex and a certain amount of experience is a guarantee.
But, my God, how nice it was to fuck Masha in her narrow, almost virgin ass! The anus tightly wrapped my cock slowly moving back and forth in this coveted hole, and the millions of nerve cells that had the happiness of direct contact generously shared with the billions of others their little bit of pleasure that turned into a rainstorm, a waterfall and a tsunami of a solid high. And then she punched me with expressions of emotions:
- Masha, Masha, my sweet, my sweet, how good, how nice, how I like to fuck you in the ass, what a cool she is, just a dream!
Finally, that peak came, crowned with a shining star, a thorny path, the universal buzz curved my body from head to foot, forcing me to move instinctively in the last factions faster and deeper, and no longer with a whisper, but with a shout-howl-roar “Masha! Sweet my girl! What a thrill! ”I poured the entire stock of sperm accumulated over nearly a week of abstinence into her sweet ass.
While Masha was splashing in the bathroom, I caught my breath, spread on the bed, lay down with my eyes closed, reliving the ups and downs of enchanting sex and violent orgasm, thanked again the fate that had presented me such a luxurious anniversary gift. Feeling that I was falling asleep, I got up, sat down, shook my head, driving away the slumber. He took the phone, opened the premiere of Mendoza and vigilantly tracked a hit on the tiny buttons of the on-screen keyboard, wrote: “There is a 150th !!!” .
Dreams come true, and it pleases! Dream and you, ladies and gentlemen!