When the bell goes at the front door is the bored young woman to the door and throws the door open with a sprawling view of 'To me you lose nothing. " Stiffened suddenly she looks at a woman for her. Tall and stately, suit and high heels, light makeup and a long bush as half lap blanket around her shoulders.
Her lavender eyes kindly to the woman and she will begin talking when the wife immediately stutters: "I buy nothing you know! "
"Since I do not, I thought we had an appointment for contents insurance? "smiles the woman who surprised her beautiful arched eyebrows fetches.
"Wait I will just go for it", she is totally shocked by the appearance of such a beautiful piece. Exactly the woman she always wanted to be. Long legs, beautiful long hair, expressive eyes, a short woman who came in when the door is then opened. You had all these people who also were similar where they made their entrance. And she was one of them. The wet dream of many men and they had one here just for coffee to talk about insurance. That appointment, she forgot all about her but it was good.
The woman in the door looking a bit dazed at that beauty and make a step sideways. "Oh, of course, jet forgot, sorry you enter" It shows the beautiful lady inside, looks a little into the street and throws quickly to the door .
The idea of an incredible creature sitting on her dining room table, her perfume to smell, perhaps her hands to feel or be allowed to hold her pen. Damn, it looked like a teenager in love. She blushes and rushes through the front room.
Nice to sit at the dining table or on the couch in the front room. Gabrielle sits down in the front room on the big three seater and submit a folder of papers in front of him.
"Can I smoke?" She asks towards kitchen.
"Oh I will first introduce myself is so neat," she mutters, holds out her hand for calling her name and hear a soft voice say, they called Gabrielle. That voice alone, not normal, as if an entire orchestra suddenly roll bet. And suddenly she feel like dancing. What's wrong with her anyway! She seems to have been completely lost in her own home in confusion and says its own conduct to justify that they will make coffee for Gabrielle.
"Yeah, sure go ahead" Cindy calls while in a trance and makes the coffee. A leaf, neatly coaster for the coffee, the cups, the sugar tongs never forget. She herself is not at all. All that showing off for an insurance agent? Very careful not to spill it runs into the room for both donates a cup of coffee and go sit down next to Gabrielle. Not too close, it does not feel completely at ease and Gabrielle looks her straight in the face, her long lashes blinking here and they give her a nod for reassurance.
"It's just an insurance hear, do not worry," she says softly.
The kisses are intense and calls on her body to Gabrielle that attracts her to him and her hands are all around and down her body. Cindy how she feels the fingertips of Gabrielle in her mouth and sucks her tongue across the tips of her fingers glide. Gabrielle pressed her knee between Cindy's legs and rubs her vagina. Cindy moans and tries to do the same with Gabrielle.
"Well, I know, but in one way or another ...." Gabrielle interrupts her and takes her hand and pulls her toward him. "Do not be afraid, but once you let go!" And she knows what is happening, Gabrielle felt Cindy's lips on hers. Their tongues play the game and love Cindy can be completely carried away, surrenders to the unknown woman who was standing just outside her door and luckily no one has seen her come inside. This would keep her secret, forever.
"Jeez Gabrielle Who the hell are you, what do you do to me what happens to me, '" Cindy murmured against the mouth of Gabrielle, who slowly breaks free from the bra that Cindy and perpetual smile on her face remains. She says nothing but suck Cindy's tongue in and let her tongue roll around the teeth of Cindy.
"Stop, you drive me crazy" trying Cindy moaning from the hold of Gabrielle to connect to it now in a movement on the flat bench press and to top it rolls, now her skirt up and her panties pulled out tillend.
"Wait, I close the curtains, so they can look inside," Cindy suddenly startled.
Gabrielle let her go and will just continue to undress herself and of her victim.
"Wait a minute, instantly see us as neighbors are coming soon and my husband and children home from school, stopping now!" Cindy's voice sounds panicky, and Gabrielle tries to displace, but if your bottom is the heavy lifting as the other party full weight on top of you left behind and groped everywhere she can.
"Do me a break, this is not funny!" The fear is now so when Cindy. Gabrielle keeps on its binding fingers and try to pull panties Cindy, almost to tears. Cindy gets now in panic and hit the head of Gabrielle away from her face and leave himself with a thud on the bank slip, pops her head against the table and suddenly there she is crying on the ground.
"Stupid bitch you're there, do not you know that" no "also means no?" She cries out.
"What do you mean honey?" A hand is offered and her husband takes her hand and pulls her into a time up. Still trembling legs, she looks dazed around. The black folder Gabrielle is gone, her husband looks surprised to her and wait with raised eyebrows in a statement from his wife shouting and screaming with her panties on her knees on the ground if he comes to his work. Her screams makes him hard through the corridor running towards the room where his woman is screaming and yelling.Who has a bad dream during her nap, can not fail.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked worried.
"Yeah, sorry for this strange homecoming will have had a crazy dream." She pulls up her panties and a red head, she looks after her husband that his stuff is going to clean up.
Then she looks around the room still smells the perfume of Gabrielle, still taste her lipstick on her and feel her tongue sliding over her teeth, as if everything was so real.
But it was a dream can not be otherwise.
Her husband comes in and says cheerfully: "Hey, you had been expecting me so, the coffee is ready I see?" Too bad that everything is cool. Cindy looks stunned at the coffee table and see the leaves are the two mugs, the coffee and sugar with the sugar tongs.
Is it still ...........!
By Leny Kruis
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STRANGE NIGHT
I smell her perfume and feel suspended in the heavens go, it floats with a difference with me. My God what is she beautiful. A pair of jet-black eyes, eyebrows like two waves on her face the sweat from my face when I rub her full lips on mine feel. Her long hair falls like a blanket over my bare shoulders.
Her pretty little nose that fits so perfectly into that face touches my cheek. My body glows from head to toe and brewing. My nipples get hers. They feel just as hard as hers, and with my tongue I let her nipple rings taste of my love for her.
The pleasure is mutual. I feel her hands slide over my body and I answer her writhing and moaning in body gestures and sound.
We coalesce into one.
They rolled on me and our hips rotate on command as the same directions. I feel her lips bags along my breasts, so my belly button and all I can do is moan and my fingers through her hair toss, her breasts touching her nipples massage while her tongue continued looking for the place that my body is on fire move.
They know where they should look. I lift her up and half way to turn my body so that I can taste it and they can be guided by my dominant left instructions that I silently colloquialisms.
It lies between between my legs and I hers. I smell her perfume, her body is mine and circular movements, I want it to a climax. She wants the same. Groaning, I feel her tongue going deep and I? I do the same with her, this is life, this is enjoyment, this is love.
Jerky movements and a shocking hip movement indicate that its height is not much longer duration. I want to wait a little longer, I turn back around and crawl on her now, pressing my nipples against hers and find her mouth. We suck each other and our legs are attached to each terminal.
My God if I was enjoying my life of sexual pleasure with this beautiful creature here is mine. But the time is invaluable. I feel her fingers slip inside me and I turn them with her moves, do the same with her and suddenly there was the explosion of both.
While we come to a climax. I see fireworks, I feel my loins burn with pleasure and moan and will call her name.
But then suddenly I realize that I do not even know what her name is. Am I dreaming? Is this a fantasy that I enjoy. Why I can not even get her name?
There's nothing more to talk I finally realize. This love is beyond my salvation if I have to look at women in my dreams to make my life a joy. Then I can decide for myself but that this relationship already doomed to failure.
But God what she was beautiful.
I lift my head and look surprised at her. She's gone. All I see is a dark room, my friend beside me is asleep. I do surprised and deeply disappointed at the bedside. My girlfriend wakes up and yawns: "Is something wrong?" She asked sleepily.
"No, you just go to sleep, I had a nightmare," I reply.
"Want to talk about it?" Dramt it for a bit.
No.
Somewhat disappointed I do it light again in the hope that they will return in my dream to finish here, because the jitters are not leaving. But the disappointment is great. But not greater than the knowledge that your relationship after a wet dream is doomed to fail because the voltage is no longer between us, what once was.
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Erotic story's
DE HAND---een verhaal van Peter Prlwytskovsky
Het was zondagmiddag, ze hadden net gegeten en afgewassen. Zij ging met haar man mee naar het voetballen. Het was erg warm, met een strak blauwe lucht. Ze stond voor de spiegel en bekeek zichzelf. Ze koos een strak wit shirtje uit en een kort wit rokje dat een beetje wijd uitliep en witte naaldhakken. Ze keek nogmaals in de spiegel en keurde de aanblik goed. De witte kleding met haar lange bruine benen staken mooi bij elkaar af. Samen liepen ze naar het veld.
Haar man, geconcentreerd op voetbal, had geen aandacht voor zijn vrouw. Ze kochten kaartjes en gingen naar hun staanplaatsen; andere plaatsen waren al uitverkocht. Er was wat geduw nodig om de nodige ruimte te krijgen maar dan hadden ze toch een goed plekje gevonden. De wedstrijd begon en na een tijdje stond iedereen te dansen en te joelen. Zij sprong ook mee met het deinen van de massa. Af en toe leek het wel of er iemand tegen haar aan leunde maar dat verbeelde ze zich zeker. Er viel een doelpunt en alles ging de lucht in: armen, benen en vooral kreten. Toen er weer een beetje rust was weergekeerd dacht ze een hand te voelen aan haar bovenbeen. Verschrikt keek ze om, pal in het gezicht van een man die een shaggie in elkaar draaide; die kon het dus niet zijn. Aan de andere kant stond een meisje die waarschijnlijk de dochter was van de shaggies-man.
Ze voelde weer die hand maar nu bleef ze roerloos staan tot ze zeker wist wat er gebeurde. Het klinkt vreemd maar in plaats van weg te lopen begon ze het wel spannend te vinden. Ze keek nog eens loerend om zich heen maar zag niets dat zich hieraan schuldig gemaakt kon hebben. Haar vent stond twee plaatsen naar voren dus die was het zeker niet.
De hand kwam weer terug en nu liet ze hem begaan. De hand ging langzaam knedend via de binnenkant van haar dijbeen en kroop naar boven. Zachtjes kneep de hand daarbij in haar vlees. Verder ging niet omdat haar dijen tegen elkaar stonden. Na enig gewurm met één vinger bereikt de hand haar kruis en probeert over haar poes te aaien. God allemachtig, wat een lekker gevoel was dat daar in die menigte. Alleen zij wist het en de hand, de rest keek naar het balspel.
De hand werd brutaler en streelde over haar billen om er vervolgens zachtjes in te knijpen. Zou ze omkijken om te zien wie dat deed? Misschien wist ze dan nog niets en hield de hand daarna op. Dat zou jammer zijn, vond ze. Ze besloot te blijven staan om te ontdekken wat er verder gebeurde. De hand kwam weer bij haar kruis en voerde een lichte druk uit tussen haar dijen, of hij daarmee wilde vragen ze iets uit elkaar te zetten. Bijna als vanzelf zette ze haar benen iets verder uit elkaar zodat de hand meer ruimte kreeg. De hand maakte er gretig gebruik van en aaide vol over haar poes. Wel gênant vond ze, maar ook lekker dus liet ze het maar begaan.
Tergend langzaam probeerde de hand haar slipje opzij te krijgen om dan met één vinger over haar schaamhaar te aaien. Godsamme, wat een lekker gevoel. Ze werd er vreselijk nat van. De hand voelde dit ook en ging verder. De hand duwde een vinger naar binnen en bewoog deze langzaam in haar heen en weer. Ze begon een beetje te schokken. De vinger gleed uit haar en zocht haar startknop op. Ze had het wel willen uitgillen maar moest voor de goede orde haar mond stijf dicht houden. Ze voelde dat, als de hand nog even doorging, ze ging klaarkomen. Ze klapte haar benen stijf tegen elkaar om zo de hand te vangen.
De hand voelde haar spanning en verminderde de activiteiten. Hij streelde haar nog een beetje om vervolgens haar slip recht te trekken. Ze wachtte nog even maar voelde niets meer. Dan keek ze om en staarde weer in het gezicht van de man met het shaggie. Niet veel later was de wedstrijd afgelopen en langzaam liep ze met haar vent in de rij naar de uitgang.
Allemachtig, wat was ze geil geworden. Ze had haar vent hier-en-nu wel willen pakken. “Zullen we nog een stukje door de polder gaan wandelen?” vroeg ze.
“Da’s goed.” zei hij en ze liepen langs de volkstuintjes de polder in. Op een stil stuk trok ze haar vent het hoge gras in en begon hem af te zoenen en z'n shirt uit te trekken. “Wat, wat ...” stamelde hij verbaasd. Ze knoopte zijn broek los en scheurde deze naar zijn enkels. Haar slip had ze in no-time uit en ze kroop op hem.
“Maar als er nu mensen komen?” zei hij angstig. Ze plakte haar mond op die van hem en begon als een wilde te neuken. God, wat was ze heet geworden. Niet veel later kwamen ze beide heftig klaar. Ze trokken hun kleren weer aan en zonder woorden liepen ze verder over het paadje.
“Hoe kom je nu ineens zo geil?” vroeg hij. “Oh, dat overkomt je zo weleens, hè?” zei ze. Bij een terrasje zochten ze een zonnig tafeltje uit en bestelde allebei een biertje. “Een heerlijke dag.” zei hij. Daar was zij het mee eens.
INTIMACY LEVEL AT SILENT
I've met her once she sat on the platform, we sat together waiting for the train. The first thing I noticed about her was her beautiful long black shiny hair, as a fan fell on her coat. Those dark eyes that shone, she blew out her breath was moist air I just wanted to breathe on her.
Who were you anyway, what was you anyway. You were so beautiful, so visible and yet so unreachable. You asked me a light for your cigarette and I looked into the shining eyes of yours. My God what was I warm you. You totally controlled me, my hand shook by the fire, but you grabbed my hand and quietly with a smile that made me melt you inhale the cigarette to the fire. And offered me an account. I replied that I did not smoke, but always a lighter in my pocket. It hit nothing on. but wanted to let you know anyway.
Your full lips sucking that smoke made me longing for more, a tension that you evoked in me. And you, you knew it, because under those long lashes of you you looked at me and winked at me Wow I broke a sweat in all directions.
What strange creature crossed my path, a gorgeous woman who just openly with another woman sat wheedle? I knew it all here anymore, I am normally one who goes on the offensive. But it took me all my weapons. I was like in her hands. She threw the cigarette on the side rails and nodded her head. Or I went. Without any argument, I walked like a dog after her. totally thinking of the train so it would come totally thinking of either what effect whatsoever. I shuddered at the thought just the touch of a beautiful creature.
We walked together behind the restaurant and she walked straight to the toilets. I kept her as a zombie follow.
Came suddenly she turned around and grabbed my arm, I felt her lips on mine. Barely time to gasp for air, I wanted to say "quiet a bit" but got the chance. The flame hit the pan.
She hugged me like a toilet and locked the door, her hands wherever they are being very refined and I had ..... I did with her. I was totally captivated by the beautiful lady. And as soon as we were both half naked, made love, as soon it was over. Women are usually some longer, but one way or another it was a sense of urgency here, yet the train which was coming? Her smile made clear to me, I felt ashamed for my behavior but her eyes spoke of "do not, I do not."
"Did you enjoy?" This was the second time I cleared her husky voice.
"Yeah, I was happy, and you," I asked back.
"Yes, I have enjoyed, I needed it and I thought it necessary that I took you to me you're sweet." And with a long thick heavy snogging she gave me a pat on my face and walked with a sweet smile on her face from the toilet ... they did not even look back.
I unzipped my fly shut, stuffing my bra is just right and words, and suddenly remembered that I did not even know her name. But however it is not mine .... Intimacy level of silence.
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