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  • Valentine’s Day nightmares: a broken nose, in bed with the mother-in-law and a bouquet of black roses

    Valentine’s Day nightmares: a broken nose, in bed with the mother-in-law and a bouquet of black roses

    Valentine’s Day. Some hate it, some adore it, and others stay neutral (I’m included in this category). In any case, it is impossible to forget or overlook this day.

    Everyone probably knows the story of the origin of Valentine’s Day. The Roman Emperor Claudius II, in order to raise as large an army as possible, issued an edict forbidding marriage. He wanted as many men as possible to rush to defend the empire instead of having fun with their wives and raising the fruits of love. Such an order made more than one love seeker cry. Overwhelmed by floods of tears and pleas for help, the Bishop of Rome, Valentine, secretly began marrying couples. When the emperor found out about this, he ordered the bishop to be arrested and executed on February 14th. After some time, Valentine was declared a saint, and the day of his death became the most famous lover’s day in the world.

    This story is very beautiful, but my inner skeptic still mutters that it is more of a marketing effect. However, whatever the truth may be, I know from experience and stories that sometimes the long-awaited Day of Love turns into Day of Nightmare, and although the face is covered with hearts, the real hearts are broken. Here are the stories that prove it.

    Valentine’s Day Karma

    “Valentine’s Day was extremely important to me during school. We painted hearts on our friends’ faces and wrote secret greeting cards. But when I grew up, somehow it didn’t seem important anymore, maybe because I’m not much of a romantic. But I will always remember one Valentine’s Day because it makes me laugh, and it must have been very unpleasant for the guy at the time. If I remember correctly, we had an argument that very morning and the guy felt very guilty. So I come home and the whole hallway to the living room is full of candles, petals, and I was greeted in the living room by a big heart of candles and petals with a bunch of roses in the middle. And my first reaction was…laughter. Later, I felt a little uncomfortable that I reacted that way, because I am not a heartless person, but then I told him that he would have to clean up himself. It was so corny and I only kept the bouquet. Maybe karma, maybe not, but later, when another person appeared in my life, I symbolically brought home champagne and cake, which I ate and drank alone while my “beloved” played video games all night.” – Mady

    The unworn black dress

    “I dated a guy for a few months. Somehow we had a good time together, but we hadn’t touched on the conversation about who we are – an official couple or not. One day he asked me if I wanted to go with him to a very popular restaurant this Friday. It was also Valentine’s Day, but somehow he didn’t mention that. A few days before, I already started preparing: what I will wear, how I will do my hair and make-up, etc. I was nervous because I thought this was going to be the night he made us officially a couple, so I wanted to look great. That day I put on a tight black dress, put on high heels, painted red lips and looked like I was from the cover of a magazine. I arrived at the restaurant… 45 minutes – that’s how long I sat alone at the table and waited for him. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the sad eyes of other people looking at me… Finally he came to the restaurant. No flowers, no gifts, and not even a normal explanation for the delay. He just repeated that he didn’t know it was Valentine’s Day. My mood was already ruined, but I naively hoped that at least the wine and the delicious food would improve it. We ordered a bottle, dinner, and while we were waiting he said, “You know, you’re so great, just amazing, and I’m not the best version of myself, and I realized that I don’t want to commit right now…” – Grace

    From a dream to a nightmare

    “Even though I’m 30 years old, I’ve hated Valentine’s Day since I was a teenager. I was 13 years old to be exact. As is probably popular in every school, every year on Valentine’s Day we sent each other cards, drawings and stuck hearts on our faces. And that day, I received a letter that I dreamed about all seventh grade. A letter from my great love at the time, in which he offered me to be his girlfriend. I remember thinking at the time that my heart was going to explode from the emotional overload, and my knees were giving out every few seconds, so I couldn’t walk normally. I was so happy. I wrote to him that I agreed. Then a few more, in which I professed my love for him with colorful and shiny pens. Later I sent a few more, which I covered with hearts and all kinds of cute stickers. And finally, after six classes and the day of the Valentine’s Day event was drawing to a close, he and a few other boys from his class came up to me and told me that it was all a joke because they were just interested in how I would react. After that, I hated my life for a long time, tried my best to avoid going to school, and even though my heart has healed, I still hate Valentine’s Day.” – Laura

    A bouquet of black roses

    “I dated an artist for some time. I was ‘”miss correct”, so we were quite an interesting couple, but as they say, opposites attract. On Valentine’s morning, the doorbell rang. And there he was. He handed me a bouquet of BLACK AND WITHERED roses and said, “These roses, like our relationship, are dead.” He was the first and last artist in my life.” – Iris

    In bed with mother-in-law

    “We were friends for almost a year. His dad liked me, but his mom just hated me. I’m not exaggerating. She thought I was too poor for her beloved son. But because I really loved my boyfriend at the time, I tried my best to swallow this bitterness.

    So on the evening of Valentine’s Day (which was our first Valentine’s Day), we went to a restaurant. While driving, his mother called him (by the way, they talked on the phone at least three times a day). After the phone call, my boyfriend turned back because after talking to his mom, he realized that his parents didn’t have any plans today, so they were going to take us to a restaurant. I got very angry, couldn’t stand it, started screaming and asked if he would invite his mom to bed with us too? He replied that yes, maybe he would. I promised myself never to be in a relationship with a guy and his mother again.” – Emily

    My Valentine is a killer

    “I met a very nice guy. And although we only dated for a few weeks, on Valentine’s Day he decided to surprise me and pick me up from work. A large bouquet of flowers and a large box of so-called “exclusive” chocolates were waiting for me in his car. I double checked if any of the candies were nut free as I am CRAZY allergic to them. He assured me that they are good. After only ten minutes I started to get red, swollen and at the same time started to suffocate. My eyes were so red and watery that I could hardly see anything. As you understand, after this surprise, we did not go back to his house to spend time in an intimate atmosphere. Went to the hospital, where I had to spend two days because of a very strong allergic reaction. By the way, we are still together. Not only together, but also engaged. I just don’t forget to remind him from time to time that he tried to kill me once.” – Eve

    My brown Valentine

    “My boyfriend and I have always been fans of experiments, so one Valentine’s Day we agreed to celebrate it ‘anally’. We hadn’t tried it before and Valentine’s Day was the perfect opportunity for the gnome to visit the brown cave. As soon as we started implementing our big plan, we realized that we didn’t understand anything and we weren’t even ready for it. Turns out we needed lube, which we didn’t have, so we filled a water bottle and started spraying water around and inside. Anyone who’s tried it knows that water is different from lube, so after a long sprinkling of water on the bed, we were just tired of trying (and I was sore too), sitting on a wet bed like a swamp with absolutely no desire to try anything else. In the end, we decided to order Mexican food and celebrate Valentine’s Day like normal people, but fate was not in our favor that day – we both had diarrhea from the tacos we ate… Shitty day, both literally and figuratively.” – Gabriela

    Naked divorce

    “I met a guy I really liked. He told me not to plan anything on Valentine’s Day because he already knows what we’re going to do. I knew he was very interested in astronomy, but I was still surprised that he had planned a date to the planetarium just for the two of us. We listened to a lecture, looked at the planets, and after all that, I suggested that he come to my place, because I live very close. My jeans and sweater were quickly replaced with sexy red underwear. Then he took off all his clothes, stood by the bed in front of me and said he didn’t want to see me anymore. Yes, he broke up with me while we were naked facing each other. My romantic mood changed with shock and I asked him why we celebrated this Valentine’s Day and had such a romantic time and he said that I had never had a fun Valentine’s Day before and he wanted to give me one… WOW, thank you.” – Una

    Tinder, toilet and cocaine

    “I met this girl on Tinder just a few weeks before Valentine’s Day. We went on two dates and everything was fine, so I thought I’d ask her out for Valentine’s Day. We had a nice dinner, then decided to go to a bar. It felt like we had so many topics to talk about because we basically didn’t know each other well yet, but she kept going and going to the bathroom. Every 15 minutes. One of the times I got really confused because it took more than ten minutes so I thought something had happened to her. Maybe her health failed, maybe she passed out… The toilet was unisex. The first thing I heard was some strange noises, so without saying anything I started banging on the door louder and louder until a guy opened it. Behind him was “my girlfriend” and a bag of white powder. I turned around, went back to the bar, told the bartender that the girl would pay for our table, and left.” – Lukas

    A gift from a heart

    “My boyfriend gave me a gift bag on Valentine’s Day that contained a new blouse. Everything would be fine, if I hadn’t bought that blouse myself and accidentally left it at his house a few days ago.” – Dana

    Oral and broken nose

    “We were young students. The Internet already existed, but there was still a lack of information about sex. Of course we had heard about oral sex and what it was, but we had never tried it. I decided that oral would be a good Valentine’s Day gift for my boyfriend, but first I asked my friends for advice. “Imagine that you are licking an ice cream”; “Don’t forget to play with his balls”; “Be gentle, but don’t forget some rough touches with your teeth”; “Men really like to wake up from oral” – I liked the last tip the most, so I decided to implement it by adapting the rest of the tips. The night before Valentine’s Day. I was stressed, waiting for him to fall asleep so I could wake him up nicely. Finally he falls asleep, starts snoring, and I lift the blanket and go “downstairs”. I take his cock in my hands. It gets hard. I put it in my mouth. I start to suck and I feel that with every second it gets harder and harder… Suddenly my lover starts twitching, his body shakes and I feel a blow on my face and then great pain. My lover lights a lamp and screams because I am covered in blood… In fright, he hit me so hard that he broke my nose. So, in honor of Valentine’s Day, we go to the hospital, there we diligently explain that it was not domestic violence and that there was a misunderstanding (we try not to delve into it), finally all the blood, which has already dried, is wiped from my face, the nose is fixed, and at dawn we go to the gas station for hot dogs. He was kind of starving from the stress. In the car, I still listened to the moral that I shouldn’t behave like that, I promised not to listen to my friends anymore and forget all erotic surprises in the future. I swear my nose looks bigger than it was after that incident and every time I take a long look in the mirror I remember that night.” – Lidia

    You are not a good guy

    “I took my girlfriend to her favorite restaurant/bar on Valentine’s Day. Everything was going great until we saw her best friend walk into the bar. She was sad. Turns out it was supposed to be her first date with a guy, but he just didn’t show up. I invited her to join us because she is a good friend of my girlfriend. She sat down at our table and after an hour she was completely drunk. Another half hour and we decided to go home, I paid the bill, said goodbye to our drunk friend and then it started. Total drama. My girlfriend made a scene in the middle of the street while waiting for a taxi because I was so friendly with her friend and even paid for her drinks. I wanted to be the good guy, but it turned out to be a stupid decision and it was another sexless Valentine’s Day night.” – Tom

    No comment…

    “Last Valentine’s Day, my husband (of eleven years) admitted that he doesn’t love me and never has. It was the day we started the divorce process and he recently proposed to my colleague. ”- Victoria

    Freak

    “On the way to the restaurant, my friend kept complaining that on his way to meet me he tripped, dropped his phone and broke his phone screen. The phone was in his hand when he spoke. I looked and saw a picture on the screen. My photo. We had known each other for a week. This was our second date. And the last one.” – Aubrey

    The unsinkable sh*t…

    “Since I can speak anonymously and I haven’t lived in my country for some time, I will tell you about my scariest and most embarrassing experience. Long story short: I left a really nice guy because of an embarrassing situation.

    We dated for a while. There were already kisses and caresses. In other words, we already knew each other well, but there was no sex yet. Valentine’s Day came, he invited me to his place. We made dinner, poured wine and both knew that today it would finally happen. Only I really needed to go to the toilet. I always try to wait until I return to my home or where I feel safe, but since I was planning to spend the night at his place, there was no other option. It just had to be done. I went to the toilet, finished my work, I pressed the button to flush the water, but nothing happened. IT keeps floating. I poured water from the sink into the toilet with my hands, but nothing changed. I understand that the situation is becoming suspicious, because I have been locked in there for about 15 minutes, so the tension was only growing. I looked through all the drawers, all the cabinets in the bathroom, finally I found a cup. I poured water from the sink into the cup, then into the toilet, but the result was the same. I received his SMS on my phone “wru”, I replied that I will be there soon, and I felt that sweat is already coming from my forehead. Finally, I remembered seeing a bag in one of the drawers and starting to implement a plan that suddenly appeared in my head… I put my hand in the bag, took the thing I did in the toilet and throw it out the bathroom window. I did this several times because the THING split into several parts. Finally, there were no traces of the THING in the toilet, I returned to him, told him that I have food poisoning, that’s why it took so long , and I’m going home. Later, I ignored him for a few days, finally with a broken heart I lied that I wasn’t ready for dating or a relationship because I couldn’t swallow the shame I experienced. And maybe karma is a bitch, but after all this time I haven’t fallen in love with anyone, and he’s happily engaged.” – Greta

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  • Irresistible passion. A story of experience

    Irresistible passion. A story of experience

    Irresistible passion… have you ever experienced it? That real, uncontrollable passion? Have you ever lusted after someone madly and recklessly? So here I am…

    It happened a few years ago. I had just started a new job at one of the travel agencies. The team was very pleasant, although mostly women. We were 8 girls and the oldest of us was not even 24 years old. We were young and active, so we started communicating a lot. Often our whole team went to the cinema, cafes and clubs together.

    Besides us, 8 young women, there was director Andrea and security guy Arthur. Arthur was a menacing mountain of muscle but with deep and gentle eyes. We girls were all in love with him. He was manly, solid, and generally awesome. Everything went well for a whole month until one day He appeared at the door…

    ***

    He slowly crossed the threshold, shook Arthur’s hand, winked at all the girls, kissed some on the cheek. He was our and Andrea’s main boss.

    – And these must be our new employees, right? – he asked, nodding towards me and 2 other girls.

    – Yes, but they are not quite new anymore. The girls have been working here for a month. Olivia is here, Amelia is here, and Dana is here – explained Andrea, waving at me.

    He kissed each hand as he introduced himself. I still remember the moment he leaned down and his warm, soft lips touched my hand.

    – Robert, – he introduced himself, looking at me from under his eyebrows.

    I just nodded and smiled. Because I couldn’t say anything else. If someone were to say now that I fell in love with him at first sight, they would be wrong. No, I never loved him. I don’t even know how to name what I felt. It was probably simple irresistible passion.

    ***

    I wanted him like I had never wanted a man in my life. Just seeing him brought thousands of the most dirty fantasies to my head. He was on vacation all this month and now I had to work knowing he was sitting right next to me in the office. I couldn’t concentrate on work. And I still don’t know what it was. Why did I felt such a passion for him?

    After all, there was nothing unusual about him. A dark-haired man of medium height and medium build. Only the devil knows what was going through my mind at that time. In the first few days, I could not say a word, but later the relationship started to warm up. He was a talkative person and knew how to find a way to everyone’s heart. And, even more so – way to all the women’s hearts. He seemed to know what every woman wanted.

    – Olivia, your advertisement is simply great! You have really proven yourself, – he said in the voice of an absolute angel.

    Thanks to his praise, the girls were ready to work day and night. And I really knew that almost all of us were in love with him. And in a way I understood them.

    – Amelia, I spoke with the director today, she liked your offer for the new route, and asked you to come to her tomorrow, – he continued.

    He approached them all. I sat alone and tried to pretend I was working. But in reality, in my wildest fantasies, I made love to him – tenderly, passionately, madly. I kissed every inch of his body, giving myself completely to the passion.

    My fantasies were interrupted by his soft voice:

    – Dana, you are literally shining today.

    I looked up and met his deep, almost undressing gaze. I shuddered. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and feeling.

    – Thank you, Robert, you are very kind.

    – Dana, I’d like to see your ideas. Could you bring them to me in a few minutes?

    – Of course.

    He smiled one of his most seductive smiles and slowly made his way to his office.

    I grabbed the mirror and began to examine myself carefully. I fixed my hair, applied lipstick, checked my face. I was nervous, but gathered all my strength, took the folder with drafts and, taking a deep breath, opened the door to his office.

    – Robert, may I come in?

    – Of course, Dana, – he smiled.

    He studied my scribbles carefully for some time.

    – Dana, listen, I have some comments and additions.

    I bent down, put my hand on the table and tried to concentrate on what he was telling me. His face was very close. His lips seemed destined only for kisses. I desperately wanted to throw those papers aside and just make love to him right on the table. The desire was uncontrollable and ready to burst at any moment. These feelings were foreign to me – wild and unfamiliar, because by nature I am quite a calm and reserved girl. And out of nowhere they fell right on my head, awakening a passionate side in me that I only suspected existed.

    He stopped criticizing my notes and smiled.

    – I hope one work day is enough for you to improve them?

    – Of course.

    – Well, that’s great, – he looked, as I thought at the time, like some wild animal. He handed me my folder. I reached out and our fingers touched for a moment. Electricity seemed to run from my fingertips to my hair. I felt my cheeks blush. So I smiled and left the office, feeling the look of his eyes behind me.

    ***

    After that day we exchanged half-looks, half-phrases and half-hints for quite a long time. But in the end everything was determined by a coincidence.

    One evening it happened that I stayed longer in the office. Not on purpose, but because I was so focused on work that I didn’t even notice how it was getting dark outside. I would sit like that for a long time if it were not for his voice:

    – Dana?

    I didn’t immediately understand what was happening. I looked up and saw Him.

    – Dana, why are you still here? It’s late. The work ended 2 hours ago.

    I looked at the clock and was surprised. Although it was spring outside, it got dark early.

    – Oh, I was focused on work. The new project is quite exciting.

    Robert smiled excitedly. At times like these he looked like a Cheshire cat.

    – Can I take you home?

    – Yes thank you. I would be very grateful.

    ***

    We drove in silence. The house was not far, so we reached it in 7 minutes. The city roads were almost empty at that time. When we pulled up to the yard, he gallantly opened my door.

    – It turns out that we live in the same direction. So if you ever stay longer, I’ll be happy to take you.

    In the dim lantern light, he was stunningly beautiful. And suddenly I realized that if I don’t take a step now, I never will. I stood an arm’s length away from him and stared into his eyes in silence for a few seconds. When I noticed a spark in them, I realized that there was no point in waiting for another opportunity.

    ***

    Suddenly it seemed that all the feelings were mutual. We leaned forward for just a second and were already in each other’s arms. I will remember this moment forever. His soft lips enveloped mine in a long, wet and hot kiss. His hands roamed all over my body, but kept within certain limits.

    – Robert… – I whispered when he stopped.

    – Don’t say anything… – he said, breathing heavily.

    And we started kissing passionately again. I guess I had never put so much emotion into a kiss in my life. He locked the car and we left together. I live alone, so the apartment served our passion all night. We seemed to feel and act like crazy teenagers. We kissed in the elevator, caressed each other while standing in the stairwell, kissed when I tried to open the door. I felt with my whole body that his desire was no less than mine.

    ***

    As soon as the door closed, we immediately stopped competing. A moment later, our belongings and clothes were already on the floor. Before we even got to the bed, we fell on the carpet in the living room. I remember his hot breath on my skin, his passionate kisses, his greedy hands. I devoted myself to him. It didn’t matter what I looked like anymore. I moaned without restraint, without shame, without fear that the neighbors would hear. I shamelessly whispered my lewdest thoughts into his ear. Our first time was quick, but filled with the hottest fire.

    I didn’t understand what was happening, all that mattered to me were these moments, his kisses and caresses. And I didn’t need anything else. We made love all night. All this time we didn’t say a word to each other, we just enjoyed each other and the unique night. Words were not needed here. The bodies spoke for us.

    The expression of our passion was diverse. Sometimes he was passionate and harsh, sometimes romantic and gentle. I got to know them all that night and none of his characters failed me. It was a feeling of total satisfaction that I had never experienced before.

    ***

    After what happened, we stopped shying away from each other. We made love everywhere. In his office, in the car, in the elevator, in the toilet, in the meeting room, locking the door. Wherever there was an irresistible desire for intimacy.

    Did someone blamed me for that? Yes, maybe. Later I found out that he has a fiancée. But at that point I didn’t care. All people dream of crazy love and happiness, because it is wonderful. But it was this passion that just came over me that was the most vivid experience of my life. I don’t know if many have experienced the feeling that there are no more thoughts in their heads, except for insatiable, insane and reckless lust. Of course, this relationship did not last long. A month later he got married.

    ***

    I met him before the wedding. I wanted to tell him that I would live in another city, but I didn’t. He slammed the door and we surrendered again to a passion that was stronger than us. And at that moment I was not at all ashamed of making love to a taken man whose wedding was to take place in a few days.

    Of course, it would be silly to say that I didn’t care at all that he was getting married. Somewhere deep inside I felt uncomfortable. Maybe it even hurt? And probably, like any girl, I wanted to be in the place of his future wife. But I wasn’t going to destroy someone else’s love. Besides, I could see very well that I had no chance. He was passionate, he wanted me, but it was just passion, and maybe that’s why I decided to leave. Let it all be remembered. Also, a long time ago, a friend called me with a great job offer. So the decision was easy to make.

    My plane took off on his wedding day. He was a wonderful lover and I have only the fondest memories of him. He was a bright spark in my already boring life.

    I heard that they divorced after a year. He had a lover. Ironically. I was not surprised. Irresistible passion was always stronger than him. No, he didn’t need love, he just loved women and was an impulsive man. He was fully aware that he was the center of the universe. Maybe that’s why women loved him so much.

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  • Threesome Experience – My Dream Come True

    Threesome Experience – My Dream Come True

    There was one man and one woman. No, they weren’t husband and wife, they were lovers. They met for several years and then, sharing their fantasies, they decided that they should try what threesome feels like. Invite another man. The woman liked the idea – something more unusual always gives adrenaline, and in today’s stressful era, adrenaline is very useful!

    As they discussed the details, the man encouraged her because he was experienced on the subject. Inconspicuously asking a few others about the same topic, the woman felt a bit left behind, it seemed that almost everyone has had threesome! Although the demography of our country is such that there are more women, in such events they are, in most cases, in the minority – the most common version is M + F + M.

    Some are lucky with F + M + F (mostly at an early age and while drunk), some still dream about it, while realizing the impossibility of such a composition. Women, unless they have a different orientation, do not want to see another naked woman next to them! It took at least a year from idea to realization. The woman tried to understand what kind of man she would like to invite – not everyone she knew could be approached.

    There were not many requirements, but difficult to combine in one person:

    • To please the woman;
    • That this man desires the woman;
    • That this format is interesting for him;
    • Reliability, confidentiality and – preferably never meeting this person again.

    The first two points corresponded to several, but some of them immediately dropped out because they would never be ready for such entertainment. Those who would like it did not meet the first points and did not qualify as reliable. A few others who could meet the requirements were distant acquaintances.

    So the idea fluttered in the air until one day the man said to the woman: «Choose what you want, I will respect the choice. I will make sure that you feel safe and comfortable, my only request is that he does not touch me. And that he is a complete stranger!”

    The woman thought about it and placed an ad on a non-serious website. The response was pleasantly surprising – all that remained was to make a careful selection. The undereducated, bisexual, too old and too young did not make it past the first round. The second round did not pass those whose parameters did not seem attractive to the woman, and those who could not get to the specified place on the specified day and time. In the third round came some brave ones who were ready to share a photo, talk on the phone and meet and show up before the evening.

    The man booked a small guest house with a sauna in a rural area, while the woman prepared herself mentally and physically.

    The previous evening, both agreed on the food menu and drink menu. On that day, the woman already left the city in time, because on the way it was planned to look at two entertainment candidates. At one point, the woman was even confused – how to choose? And what if I like both? The woman shared these doubts with the man, who quickly replied, to take both. The answer confused and pleased the woman.

    It was confusing because she couldn’t visualize herself at such an event, and she was happy because she felt that the man was really dedicating this event to her. It was not that the woman did not understand what she was doing, before that she had carefully studied the videos of the relevant topic (and sent the ones that corresponded to her feelings to the man), read articles about why people do this…

    First stop, first semi-finalist. A smiling, well-groomed and educated man around 40 gets out of a beautiful car, holding a candy box with a picture of roses in his hands – he couldn’t find real flowers in the nearby towns, so the flowers are like this, sweet. A kiss on the cheek, polite phrases… Everything happens easily and casually, as if they were meeting on a completely normal first date. However, the woman decides to find out the most important questions about likes, clarify the experience mentioned in the letters and understand during the conversation whether it would be acceptable for her to get to know this person better. Much, much better.

    That’s how she learns that the potential participant has a wife, two children, and threesome experience, which both he and his wife practiced to refresh their intimate life.

    He admits that he likes the woman and that he would be very happy if the choice fell on him (the woman had managed to say that there was another candidate). Relying on her feelings, the woman tells him – 90% that we will meet in the evening, unless the next candidate is completely charming. But what if he is completely charming…? What would he say if they were two outsiders? The semi-finalist says optimistically that he hopes for his victory and this short date is over.

    An hour later, the woman meets another candidate, a handsome, athletic man who is flowerless and candy-less and looks so proper that the woman feels uncomfortable. The conversation does not go well, the candidate admits that he has no experience, but would really like to… And the woman has made her decision.

    Only she does not understand how to say no to this candidate? She has to be clear and polite. Therefore, she promises to answer within an hour, and then the woman writes a message to the candidate: “You were too good, and I would definitely choose you if I was looking for someone for a serious relationship, but not this time…” Of course, the candidate reacts instantly and promises to be as ‘bad’ as possible. But two beginners out of three – that’s not a good first experience! And the woman repeats her no.

    The composition of the evening’s event is now known, the woman stresses a little, as she begins to set up the place: towels, candles, snacks, wine glasses… The man will leave after work, around that time the third will also be there. And the man said that a few hours would be devoted to entertainment with the third, and the whole night after that would be just for the two of them.

    Thoughts about the course of the evening have warmed the blood of everyone: the third one writes that he can come earlier than agreed, but the man sends messages “just don’t start without me”.

    The woman answers both of them. Sometimes she feels that the man is not driving on the highway, but is literally flying, he is approaching so fast to arrive first. However, the third one lives near by and arrives 10 minutes earlier. The woman only manages to accept the brought wine, say a few words, and then the man’s car also rolls into the yard. The two gentlemen shake hands, but the format of the event is such that no one says their names, then everyone goes to the premises, lights the sauna, sets the table and jokes.

    Everything looks innocent. Toast about meeting, each other offers snacks, talks about children and work. The woman chuckles to herself that no one from the outside couldn’t guess why they are here… The social conversations would go on and on, but the man looks at the clock and significantly states that the sauna must have already be warm. The gentlemen go to the shower, but the woman quickly finishes her glass of wine, takes a deep breath and looks for a towel.

    Because, according to the scenario suggested by the man, you have to be in towels first. Let there be something to slip by accident.

    The sauna is warm but not too hot, and the company quickly sits down on the upper bench: Woman in the middle, man on the right, the third one on the left… The woman watches the naked guest. He is in good shape, but she doesn’t like the black hair on his chest and back. She is used to a naked man, and this third one is different. Small pause, awkward conversations…

    The man looks at the woman, and she understands: permission to start is expected directly from her. An awkward movement and the towel slips off the woman’s chest. “Maybe sit closer to me,” the woman says, and the men don’t delay. She is embraced by hands from both sides, at first the woman distinguishes which are her man’s hands and which belong to the third one, then everything mixes… A woman kisses a man. The third one kisses the woman’s back. The man’s lips slide lower and lower, the woman lets go, the third one caresses her breasts, then the woman feels two hot tongues and four gently shy hands.

    The woman’s eyes are closed, she only feels that there is a movement, the man is behind her and supports her like the back of a chair, while the third person hugs her lap, and the man supports the woman’s legs with his arms. Reality floats away somewhere far, far away, the woman is just enjoying the moment, the man rises above her, and the woman feels a cock in her mouth, there is no doubt about its belonging, the woman immediately recognizes its smell and shape, but which hands belong to whom…

    You can’t understand it anymore, everything gets mixed up in one big vortex of pleasure. After warming up in the sauna, all three move to the sofa in the room, then the woman tastes the other penis as well.

    The company is thoroughly excited when the third one’s mobile phone rings. His wife.

    The third one looks at his watch, apologizes and walks away. The man and woman remain, a little surprised and very excited.

    As soon as the door closes, the man gets the woman right there on the couch, both of them finish quickly and loudly. When the rapid breathing has subsided a little, the idea arises to go for a swim in the sea at night and both, naked and hot, walk into the August darkness. The water, like most summer days, is not very warm, and the thought of swimming fows away, spontaneously replacing it with making love standing up. The place is remote. They hope no one saw or heard anything. Both the loud sex by the sea, and immediately afterwards the calmer love-making on the terrace table.

    Was the light on in the terrace? The woman will then ask at the breakfast table and the man will shrug. But it will be many hours until breakfast. Make love, fall asleep, wake up, make love, fall asleep, wake up… The woman never stopped being pleasantly surprised by the man’s ability to do it again and again. Between making love, he held the woman in a tight hug, but she held onto his hand and smiled in her sleep.

    They had breakfast late, calmly and thoughtfully, because the time was approaching for them to part and go home.

    The man sat naked, but the woman in a light dress observed his tan and the places that were not exposed to the sun. It was raining outside. The woman went out onto the terrace, stretched out her hand under the rain and watched the water drop down her palm. The adventure was over. The woman tried to understand her feelings, but couldn’t. Everything happened too recently. A man came up from behind with bare feet, hugged her and slowly slid his lips over her neck. It is easy to light a fire in hot ashes. A moment, and the woman’s dress is lifted, but she herself is laid on the terrace table, which was already warmed up yesterday.

    ***

    – I did say that it would be fun and that the third one would not be remembered afterwards.

    – Yes… he was like our toy.

    – Of course. Our live sex toy.

  • Vacation in Lisbon – Experience Story

    Vacation in Lisbon – Experience Story

    I was really looking forward to this vacation. Work had exhausted me, so I waited for the end of August as salvation. And it’s my own fault – I had agreed to exchange vacation dates with my colleagues and I didn’t think that the wait would be so long… And I had to work so much this summer. But I don’t want to complain. And that’s not what the story is about. This story will be about my vacation in Lisbon, the capital of Portugal.

    Almost all my friends had already returned from their trips, so I had to plan the trip alone. At first I was worried about it (vacation alone?!?!), but I quickly realized that there was no way out. I had broken up with my long-term boyfriend half a year ago and still hadn’t gotten over it. The vacation was a chance to get him out of my mind.


    It was insanely hot in Lisbon. Everyone, young and old, was dressed as little as possible. And why not get naked if it’s +35 C outside? I spent half a day walking around the old town, taking a lot of photos. After that I decided to go back to the hotel.

    I uploaded some vacation photos to Instagram and was very surprised to see countless message requests from guys I didn’t even know. I usually ignore such news, but I thought – why not? I want Portuguese company tonight!

    However, finding the right guy for the evening was not so easy. Some didn’t speak English, others were not even in Lisbon… There were a few good options left, but the only suitable one seemed to be a Brazilian named Francisco.


    We met near the hotel. Francis (as he introduced himself) turned out to be much sexier in real life than in his profile picture. Muscular, slightly tanned and with a dazzling smile. As soon as I saw him, my legs started to wobble, and I knew that I would not be alone tonight.

    I think he also understood my intentions. We walked around the old town a bit, then we drank a caipirinha (a Brazilian cocktail, very tasty) on Bairro Alto street and decided to go to my place.

    Already on the way to the hotel, we were overwhelmed by passion. We started kissing in the elevator. I’m not sure who started it all. I felt pleasantly high and in the mood to indulge him.

    His strong arms wrapped around my waist. I felt pleasant tingles running through my body. It felt like his hands were everywhere… In my panties, under my bra, inside me… I had already forgotten how good it felt to feel strong men’s hands on my body.

    He began to unbutton his shirt. I was already naked. I didn’t even notice at which moment he undressed me! I was a bit ashamed of my body so I crouched closer to his crotch and unbuttoned his pants. His impressive thing was showing through his underpants. I was a little scared when I saw it, but I decided to take the initiative and started kissing it. He tensed a little, but after taking my hair, he started rhythmic movements. And I loved it! It felt so good.

    He lightly pulled at my hair, making me stand up. I obeyed. I was curious to see what would happen next.

    He pushed me against the wall and quickly entered me. I felt pain, but after a few seconds it turned into a violent wave of vibrations. His cock did wonders with me! Grabbing his hair, I whispered “deeper, deeper…” But he didn’t understand and suddenly stopped.

    – Something wrong? – he asked in a serious voice.

    – No, don’t worry, – I answered and, taking a few steps forward, jumped into bed.

    The sex was great. Wonderful. Unrepeatable. I reached several orgasms, and it seemed that I could do as many more. I don’t know what he did differently than my other sex partners, but it was amazing!

    Now I associate Lisbon with a sexy Brazilian man. I didn’t see anything from the city anyway, because we didn’t go any further than the hotel bed. But it was the best vacation I’ve ever had!

    We are still in touch. He promises to celebrate the New Year with me in Riga, but I already know that we will spend the holidays in bed…

  • Confession of an escort girl: “I categorize my clients”

    Confession of an escort girl: “I categorize my clients”

    Catherina* is a 32 year old Latvian girl. She is handsome, sporty, tastefully dressed and very confident. You can see that she thinks about how others see her. She can be found in the solid sports clubs and luxury shops of our biggest city. She is no different than many other women. But at the same time, she has a secret. She is an escort girl or a prostitute. And Catherina is not afraid to be called by that name at all. She loves money and loves her job.

    ***

    Catherina has divided her clients into several categories. A few minutes are enough, and she already knows what to expect from an unknown man: which of them will be gentle as a teddy bear and who will turn into an aggressive one.

    When some of her clients meet Catherina on the street, they suddenly seem to be in a hurry. Some pretend not to know her, others quickly walk across the street so they don’t have to look into her eyes.

    But Catherina is a real professional. In awkward situations, she pretends not to know her former customers, but isn’t afraid to look them in the eyes. The fact that these men fall into her arms as a soft, fluffy kittens and later play faithful spouses and stable family heads with their families is not her problem. Their pretentious behavior and hypocrisy only amuse her. Their relationship is a personal secret of hers and she will take it to her grave.

    First time

    The first guy she had sex with was her classmate. She was only fifteen and a half at the time. He was a couple of years older than her because he seemed to be left once or twice for a second year. She didn’t give her flower to him immediately. “I made him wait about half a year. By the way, this was not the first time for him. He already knew how and what to do. Although everything seemed very interesting to me, I didn’t understand where all the joy really was.”

    Catherina remembers the conflict that was following the first night. After the first time, she felt absolutely no pain, and no drop of innocence. It took a long time to justify that this was indeed her first time. Tired of apologizing, Catherina went to the doctor. The doctor comforted her, explaining that this was her physiology. The friend didn’t want to believe her for a long time. Nevertheless, their friendship and communication lasted for a few more years.

    First slip

    “I was 16, but he was 36. My girl friend and I were sitting at the bus stop and the car stopped near us. I immediately saw that the man is much older than us. He offered to get in the car. He was handsome and seemed very intelligent. But I didn’t feel any attachment. I rather agreed out of curiosity.”

    “The stranger offered to take me to the sea. He drove my friend home and we were soon left alone in the car. I remember the details quite clearly. When the car stopped in a remote seaside village near a small forest, he asked for a blowjob.”

    Catherina admitted to the man that she can’t do that, because she had never done this. He explained in a calm voice that it was very simple. At the time, everything seemed extremely interesting to a 16-year-old Catherina. As she says herself, she wanted to experience and try as much as possible at the time.

    “I tried. And thought that there is nothing to worry about. And I liked it because it was interesting.” After that, she met this man several more times.

    Catherina doesn’t hide that her classmates were very conservative, so she taught them new things and revealed secrets. “It was fun to discuss it with my friends. We were all young and curious at the time. We asked each other in which positions it is more pleasant to make love, to use protection or not. It was a pleasant experience for me.”

    First payment

    “Once I took a dog for a walk in the yard, and a car stopped, and the driver started talking to me. He seemed very old to me – he was over 50.”

    The man offered the young girl to go to his house with him, as if to help feed the dogs, and offered to pay for it.

    “I asked him many times if I would really be safe, if there would be no other men there, or if someone would not hit me. He said that if I drank champagne with him, he would give me 200 euros. He didn’t lie because he really took me to a house where were dogs.”

    This was the first time Catherina had sex for a fee. According to her, everything went smoothly. “I was a little worried. After drinking champagne, I was more relaxed. The only joy I experienced was the money I received. On the other hand, I was not very disappointed either. He was a clean, orderly man, and he had a mustache, and at the time I really didn’t like man with mustache.”

    “My friends didn’t knew about this adventure that filled my wallet. The sex only lasted a few moments, but the money I got as a young girl back then was something fantastic. I could afford to buy perfume and visit a beauty salon. Until then, I had only received a few euros a day from my parents and I had never had enough for the things I wanted.”

    But there was something else that made Catherina very happy. She literally melted at the sight of an adult man jumping around her and taking care of her. “Imagine that you are a young girl and someone is giving you champagne, compliments and you are appreciated. I felt desirable and safe.”

    “From then on, new purchases had to be carefully hidden from my mother. I had already prepared a story about my admirers and their generous gifts.”

    Carousel

    “The money quickly disappeared, I wanted a new dose of adrenaline, new adventures and expensive gifts. I found another client myself. I was young, beautiful, desirable . I connected to the computer and went to dating sites. I started looking for a man – a sponsor. Of course, I didn’t write, “Hello, I make love for a money.” I gave hints that I wanted gifts, money, rewards. The conversation began innocently: “Hello, maybe you want to meet? What will we do? Let’s have a coffee, a tea? ” I emphasized that it would not be enough for me to have only a tea, that I also wanted gifts.”

    “I received an offer soon. The potential client admitted that he is a married man and will generously pay for my services. We exchanged phone numbers. At the first meeting I saw a 45-year-old man in front of me, who smelled of luxury perfume, was dressed in a nice suit, and he arrived in a luxury car.”

    “I was calmer when I saw that he was not a homeless person or a criminal. I trusted him completely. I was not afraid of him at all. It didn’t matter to me where we were going or what we were going to do, I just felt the adrenaline. I knew I would get the money soon. And what could I lose?”

    “The man promised to pay me well. He took me to his office. There were no need for long conversations. And there were no feelings either.”

    “We made love, then left the office, got in the car and then he asked how much he owes me. I didn’t know what to answer. I didn’t even had my price yet. I was a little disappointed that I quickly didn’t say a high price.”

    “He said he only had big notes and that he would have to go to the petrol station to change them. He bought me ice cream and handed me 50 euros. He didn’t notice that I wasn’t happy about it. I really didn’t like it. I was expecting at least 150-200. But he was the one who knew how to speak very well.”

    Despite everything, Catherina met him several more times. “I loved making love to him and I really needed the money, and despite the fact that he didn’t buy me gifts, I was with him for a long time. It seems to me that the maximum amount I received from him was 70 euros. He kept talking sweet things, always promising, “I’ll buy this for you, I’ll buy that for you,” but he didn’t buy me anything. My self-esteem was very low at the time. Now I understand why I endure everything for a long time. I had no other financial sponsor at the time. The man came quite often, he knew how to communicate nicely. And I regularly had those 50 euros.”

    Swingers Club

    “He once offered to go to Riga together. Offered to pay for the hotel, meals and all other expenses. Arriving in the capital, he offered to visit a swingers club. I agreed. I was curious enough not to try. I thought I will make love with two, three or maybe more men at the same time. It was my time of experimentation. Everything was new and undiscovered for me.”

    “People who call themselves swingers were noticeable. There were many beautiful women and men. Some were barely dressed, others completely naked. Club visitors behaved very differently. Some very bravely invited us to go to the room, others just winked.”

    “When the men started talking to me one by one, I understood that many men want me. I’ve never received so much attention from the opposite sex.”

    “I had decided to get to know as many men as possible because I was planning to have sex with at least ten of them, but my partner didn’t want that. He looked jealous when he saw the attention towards me. He started to set some conditions – when he finds a suitable girl, he will allow me to choose one man.”

    “In the end, he offered to go to the room with a pretty good looking couple. We changed partners. While making love to a stranger, I tried to figure out what was so special about these parties. The only thing I could think of was that men like them because they don’t have to pay for sex. I don’t regret being at such an event, but I did not enjoy it. I even did not experience an orgasm. But I found out how much other men value me. I realized I was worth a lot more.”

    A broken relationship

    A trip to Riga and adventures in a swingers club for Catherina was probably the biggest gift from this man. Soon after that I left him. I was tired of listening to empty promises. I saw that his demands were only continuing to grow, but he wasn’t ready to give anything in return. He continued to pay 50 euros each time.”

    “Today it seems funny that I dreamed that one day he would divorce his wife and come to me like a prince on a white horse. But there was neither a prince nor a horse.”

    Experience comes from customers

    After that, new and new acquaintances continued. Catherina found customers on the Internet. Some even doubted whether the young girl is 18.

    “Tens, hundreds of new customers. How many have there been? A thousand? One and a half? Two thousand? Nobody counts anymore. That is my life alone. I like read about sex field and ask questions. Find out what men like most and make them happier.”

    * Name has been changed

  • Sex workers reveal customers strangest desires

    Sex workers reveal customers strangest desires

    We all have our weirdness, and what one sees as a deviation may be the most common, even a particularly popular, activity for the other. Also, sex workers have been faced with a variety of customers’ whims and desires, so it is not surprising that the social news site Reddit has even set up a discussion, which are discussed more bizarre events. Here, people have shared stories about what peculiar, funny and sometimes even especially strange wishes of customers have had to be heard.

    Irritating from insulation material

    “A guy paid my acquaintance for pretending to rub glass wool against his body and moaning, ‘Oh, how I itch!’ He masturbated when he saw it, ”writes a site visitor.

    A customer who is aroused by cheese

    “During the virtual session, a man wanted me to grate the cheese, and it took me about 45 minutes. When it was all over, I had so much grated cheese that it barely fit in the fridge, ”said the discussion participant.

    Sex workers reveal their strangest desires

    The client wants to fight

    “There was a client who found out that I was involved in martial arts. He booked a high-class hotel room, where we devoted ourselves to the martial arts of BJJ [Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu], ” a woman reveals the wishes of her clients.

    Sex services can sometimes be beneficial for a career

    “My acquaintance is a professional embrace provider ($ 160 / h). Here, one man pays her for every Monday when she visits his apartment, which also has an office, and holds her in her arms while he makes important business calls. It takes almost an hour. So, she visits this man every week and his sales have grown significantly. The man admitted that in the past important calls were the most unpleasant part of his job, ” said the participant of the discussion.

    Close up. Man and woman hold hands tightly.

    Incredible but even loud spraying can be irritating

    “I used to be a professional ‘dominatrix’, so I have experienced quite interesting customer wishes, but one customer managed to surprise me. His fetish had strong gases right in his face, so he made me blow a bike with a bicycle pump and then succumb to the strong pressure. It really excited him, ” says a sex worker.

    Debate for the 2016 elections

    “The strangest election was heard that evening when Clinton’s and Trump’s debates were televised. The man who called me paid me for a couple of hours of torture (specifically, painful acts on his genitals) that I had to perform while he watched the debate. I found that listening to the debate is only his sexual deviation, otherwise, such an interest in politics is simply unthinkable, ” shared a woman.

    The client does not even ask for sex

    “A woman told me that when she came to the client, all she had to do was tie her arms and legs and then ignore her for two hours. It was probably the easiest way to make money, ” she jokes.

    Food as a fetish

    “I will never forget one session. This time I had to rub the cake on the client’s face with my buttocks and at the same time pour the syrup on his member and satisfy him with his hands. Later, we rubbed against each other with our syrup-coated sticky bodies. After these activities, it was especially difficult to stand on the tiled floor of his apartment, because there was a high risk of slipping on ubiquitous food. “

    Lemon cake, with the first slice cut

    He prefers not to have sex, but to vacuum

    “At the agreed time, the client came to my house (it was maybe our fourth meeting) and saw a Roomba vacuum cleaner in the corner of the room. The man almost burst into joy and asked me to turn it on – he wanted to see how hard it could suck. I agreed, and then I had to wait a few hours for this man to turn to me while he watched as a robot drove around the apartment. There was not even anything to suck, because everything had already been cleaned that morning. This guy just enjoyed watching the robot work. There was no sex at the time. Now I see him every few weeks. He always asks to run the vacuum cleaner first and only then do we do something. Sometimes, by the way, he brings a bag of dirt, which he pours on the floor and then watches the robot suck it up. ”