Your mother's diary. Erotic stories
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– "But I need something from you," the young man continued. "You will hack the Alpha Bank and delete all info about my company. The last two deals must not go through… The tax office is onto them, and he needed to cover his tracks. A large sum, and the bank would first request info, then the tax office would ask for a report on the amounts. I agreed…"
She interrupted him, "Boy, do you understand this is a criminal case? You did all this just to see me naked? Are you in your right mind?"
– "I love you and want you. I don’t have other chances, and I don’t deny my desires." She took a deep breath.
– "I'm leaving. I have no words."
As she was about to leave, he called her.
– "Wait." She turned around. He approached her so closely that it took her breath away. He lifted her skirt. She got very nervous. She looked at him with frightened eyes, waiting to see what would happen next. She got aroused, and everything happening felt right. She didn’t understand what it was or why… He slipped his finger between her legs, and she started writhing, not taking her eyes off him. Then he took out his finger, turned her back to the wall, knelt, spread her cheeks, and slipped his tongue in. He licked her for a long time. She moaned. Then she stopped everything, saying:
– "We got a bit carried away." He kept grabbing her chest and feeling her butt.
– "I will testify that you were at my place." He immediately removed his hands from her.
– "You just need to prove you couldn’t do it remotely. I’ll get you a lawyer."
She composed herself, though he didn’t let her, and eventually left.
– "Semyonych, look, it’s Vera Pavlovna naked!"
The next morning Vera walked into her husband’s office completely naked. The first ones stunned were the security guards. The office was big, five stories. She walked through each floor. There were cameras everywhere. Her husband was already at work, and she knew
The office was big, five stories. She walked through each floor. There were cameras everywhere. Her husband was already at work, and she knew he was watching it all.
– "Vadik, what is this?" his partner asked. "No, I’m pleased as a man."
By that time, Vera was already walking past her husband’s office. She entered and slapped him.
– "Bastard! Now everyone has seen me! Are you happy?"
He lowered his eyes and remained silent.
The boy was acquitted. Her testimony helped. Mal’tsev was sitting in the interrogation room, filing a new case number 21. The door opened, and Vera entered.
– "So, how are you? Sit down. Tea, coffee?" Mal’tsev offered.
– "Petya, let’s pretend you’re closing the file with a serious look, writing 'case number 21,' and then we’ll go have coffee in a cafe?"
– "Alright, but I’m at work. I’ll tell the bosses something. Let’s meet downstairs."
They walked to a cafe across the street. They settled by the window and ordered coffee.
– "How are things going? I get aroused every day."
– "With that boy?"
– "Yes and no."
– "What do you mean? Spill it…"
– "Oh, Petya, I’ll only tell you, you’re a friend. There’s no one else to tell. He won the case and came to my husband, saying, 'I want a promotion and your wife in my office at my every request.'"
– "Wow!" Mal’tsev got excited at these words.
– "When I heard that, I got immediately aroused. We don’t live together with Vadik, but he doesn’t know that…"
– "And what did Vadik do?" Mal’tsev interrupted. "Did he stay silent as always?" Vera nodded.
– "So what happened next?"
– "I walk into his office completely naked at his every request, in just high heels. I lie on the table, and he touches me, licks me. He loves doing that, and I do too. Then he says, 'That's it, you can go.' I leave, and I get insanely aroused, it drives me crazy. As soon as I hear, 'Come to my office,' I'm already turned on, and it gets even better. You should hear me climax."
– "With your body, it's… strange vagaries of orgasm."
– "Would you like to name the case like that?"
– "I don't know, Petya, you decide."
Just for fun, Peter returned to the interrogation room, took the file, and wrote "The Vagaries of Orgasm. Case No. 21."
Coffee on the lips
She stood in the elevator with her husband, shifting from foot to foot. A light summer dress, beautiful hips—no, rather an outright luxury! High heels, though she didn't really need them—such luxury didn't require support. She must have left her bra at home or at someone else's place when she got dressed in the morning and headed home—my imagination was running wild! Her tousled hair was in the most perfect order. My favorite chestnut hair, large eyes, thin lips, and perfectly shaped face. Perfection could be described endlessly. I liked her a lot.
Too bad she wasn't alone. The man, probably her husband or the one whose place she left her bra at, clearly expressed ownership of this woman. His whole demeanor, his gaze, said, "This woman is mine! Don't even think about it! Mine!"
"She must feel nice there," I thought to myself as I mentally undressed her, running my hands all over. Everything was both soft and firm, tender and gentle, all at once… I could smell her. She was right not to use perfume. Scent is just as much information as hair color and nipples showing through a summer blouse… I got excited… Surely, she had a little bit of hair down there, but only a little. I stood there, imagining her underwear. The man glanced at me sideways.
"Probably her husband," I thought.
My thoughts were interrupted when she shuddered. She felt unwell. Her heart was hurting. She clutched her chest and whispered, "Oh God, it hurts!"
I’m a doctor and was on my way to work. I quickly commanded, "Step aside! I’m a doctor!"
I unbuttoned her blouse… It was a divine chest. Large, sensitive nipples, and all of it ended up in my hands! Her tousled hair brushed against my face… I was happy… But there wasn’t much time to enjoy the moment. She was genuinely unwell. Her husband stood aside, clearly at a loss… I performed chest compressions—I'm a massage therapist—and she began to feel better. To reinforce my work, I kept caressing her chest. I indulged myself a bit. Gave myself a little celebration. Our eyes met from time to time, and I could see that she enjoyed it, and it seemed she understood that I was getting carried away.