The bass from the club speakers still thumped through the thin walls when he dragged me into the men’s room, the door slamming behind us. Strobe lights flickered under the gap, painting his ripped abs in red and blue. I was already soaked from dancing, tiny black dress riding up my thighs, no panties. He didn’t waste a second—grabbed my throat, pinned me to the cold tile wall, and crushed his mouth on mine. His tongue tasted like whiskey and sin.
I was chilling in my apartment when my phone buzzed. Nihal, the hot 20-year-old Turkish girl next door with long black hair, perky tits, and a tight ass that always teased in yoga pants, texted: “Come over now. Door’s open.” My cock twitched instantly. I bolted out, heart pounding, and slipped into her place. The lights were low, just a lamp glowing in the living room
The second the front door clicks shut, the living-room air thickens with raw lust. Jake’s wife, Lana—petite, tanned, D-cup tits straining a sheer white tank—drops to her knees on the hardwood, eyes locked on the neighbor, Marcus, who’s already unbuckling. Jake sits in the armchair, cock in hand, heart hammering. “Make her scream,” he growls.
On a warm May evening, I jumped out of a taxi on the station square and rushed to the platform. Our train was leaving in ten minutes. Having managed to buy cigarettes on the way, I grabbed Lena, who was waiting for me near the carriage, by the hand and we tumbled into the compartment, plopping down on the seats. The train departed. There was no one else in the compartment except us and we were glad of this circumstance.
Slowing down next to a seemingly very good looking sexy girl - Get in, I'll give you a ride, doll. - I open the window and start a conversation. “Thank you, I’ll get there myself,” she replied. “Your legs aren’t for walking,” I argue with her.
The working day, which had dragged on for so long, was coming to an end. In general, it had been a long week, everything had piled up suddenly, as usual, except for the exam period. At least I had passed the exam period and had no loose ends, another half year and that's it, I would retrain from students to young specialists.
She had hesitantly approached the car and was one step away from getting in. I was seething with nerves. I took out my cell phone, pulled behind a tree and picked her up. She motioned for them to stop.
You had a friend from our student years, he often told you to visit him and last year we made the decision. I didn't know him, but from the first time I saw him, when he came to pick us up from the airport, he turned me on.
As has been said in previous stories with E, we really like love games that put one of us in a dominant role and the other simply obeying his desires. It was my turn and all day I was thinking about how I would set up our game for the night. In the evening we had arranged a date after a long time and the desire was great.
I will write my first story with an event that happened in 2015 during my student years, when loves and friendships sometimes clashed with each other and others came to the surface, which simply remained deep inside us to remind us of the beautiful things and moments we spent with some people in the best years of our lives.