ILLUSTRATED SEX STORIES ARCHIVE - 2008 July 18

If your friend’s girlfriend is looking hot and exciting, you’d better make a move and get to her moist pussy…

Well, what can I say? I’ve always thought these web sites to be a bit pervert, and only perverts are visiting them. But now I’ve come to realize there are real people who love to tell their sexual stories or fantasies. I’ve never been an exception; and I want to write one. The most amazing sexual experience I’ve ever had…

…Let me start from the very begging, about 9 years ago, but I won’t bore you with talking details. My best friend was attracted to this girl, she was 19, 3 years younger than us, and she had a fantastic figure. She had a big round ass and large breasts. She was sun tanned; it looked like she spent weeks on sun bathing on sultry beaches of Miami. Despite the fact I didn’t like her as a person, anyway, I wouldn’t mind fucking her hard! My friend didn’t care, coz it his business. She was not a type of women I liked. I’d hate to talk to her about anything, coz we were absolutely different. But he liked her, and that mattered.

Well, once we were all having a party at his uncle’s house. His uncle had gone away for 2 months and his house was the best place to have fun, drinking and having a good time. There were no sexual affairs, we were just drinking and having a whale of time. However, on my turn, I had other thoughts. Despite the fact that’s she was a focus of interest to my friend and he hadn’t fucked her yet, I wanted it now. I could see she was getting drunk and definitely looking vulnerable. I didn’t give a fuck whether she was OK or not. I saw she made her way upstairs to a room. I guessed she was heading for a bathroom where she would be alone. She was tripping and it was obvious she really needed a relief. (more…)

When a girl loves a guy so much, he can do whatever he wants with her, he is like a puppeteer and she is completely in his power…

As usual I stayed too long at work. I like working when there is nobody in the office. My workplace (I’m a manager) is a big room divided into small parts by plastic partitions. It’s a place occupied with white plastic, leather armchairs and office equipment. It’s so quiet; I can hear just air conditioner and my computer working. Telephone stopped ringing and I can relax now. It’s spring and the sun is shining, but I want to be here. I don’t need to hurry. I’ve got no place or person to hurry to. Yesterday I parted with my girlfriend.

Her name was Valerie. She liked the red. Red boots, red bags, red lips, red panties covering her red pussy which is sweet and moist (I’ve never seen it dry actually). However, our relationship involved only banal regular sex, nothing was special and I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it. If someone asked about the way we dated I would say I fucked her. It was boring indeed. I just killed my time and did that with no interest at all. You’ll understand what I mean if you go out and see many young and beautiful girls walking on city streets. They wear light dresses; so gusts of wind make them swing as well as they make you feel aroused. Mankind invented dresses for women on purpose, a dress is open from below – it’s a sign of readiness for copulation. Some people say that on Cuba girls wear very short skirts to show the panties. White panties hide girls’ lips which are as black as coffee. Cuba is far, though, and my coffee is already cold… (more…)