“Are you going to Hungary with us?”
I hear the familiar voice of my zumba trainer between the shelves in Lidl.
“Hi Tani”! Nice to see you! Well, you know I would go, again to Eger?”
“Sure, that’s the best place. We’re going next week. I have 2 babies for you, you would live together, you know there, you swim in the indoor pool and then we’ll go out again in the evening in the thermal baths”.

“Great. Just let me know by evening?”
“Sure, but I’ll write you down “on the fly”.

The plan was clear. I’m going. Not so much because of the exercise, swimming, but because of the skinny Indian guy who was a yogi, he did yoga there with a group at 7 in the morning and also gave Ayurvedic massages. He was from Bratislava, he met our trainer and always went to these meetings.

And I wanted to see him. I liked him. We had been together with the girls at training camps several times and I saw and especially felt that he was not indifferent to me either. We always chatted in English at dinner, but that was the end of it. However, the chemistry between us could be cut.

This time, however, I played it safe. I wanted to take the opportunity for massages and be with him directly.

We arrived in Hungary in a relaxed atmosphere, beautiful surroundings and since I don’t practice yoga and Táňa does yoga right at the beginning, the masseur stayed with us in the room, where he brought in a massage table, arranged scented candles and prepared everything for the massages. He had time and was alone.

I signed up first.
I wanted to use the time so that the girls wouldn’t rush in and we had enough time to use the whole hour..
I knew that this weekend everything would change between us.

He sat me on a chair, straddling my legs, with my back to him, because I wanted to massage mainly the lower part of my lumbar spine, of course, being naked in front of him didn’t cause me any problems, so I sat down on the chair and felt the first drops of luxurious oil, which he began to rub on my back with gentle circular movements of his hands.

In the meantime, we exchanged a few words in English here and there, but I saw his cock rising under his jogging pants. He rubbed himself against me and started to massage one hand, which he stretched out, my breast relaxed beautifully and hung and had a wonderful view of it. He did the same with the other hand.

… sex with …

I started to feel pressure in my pussy for sex. I was horny as a bull and I started to touch his growing cock through his training pants. More and more for sex. He was already hard as a rock. “Also off please your trousers” I moaned and suddenly we found ourselves naked and horny one by one. It was impossible to resist. He bent down and started massaging my breasts and at the same time gently biting my nipples. I moaned.

We were locked, so no one could enter. Our mutual connection was gaining momentum. He entered between my thighs with his hands and gently started to touch my lips. I started to fuck him. Pretty much from the root. His penis was amazing. Not huge like Negri, but big enough to fill my whole mouth with it. He stood above me, I sucked him and he started to gently finger me. Every touch of his increased my lust. The desire to feel him inside me. The desire to merge.

I moved to the massage bed, he stood behind me and fucked me beautifully in my mouth while I spread my legs so he could start massaging my pussy. He entered deeply and with deep movements he started fisting me. But only for a moment. He moved to the other side and plunged his big cock into me and started fucking me. Slowly, but I ordered him to speed up and suck my brain out of my head. I was so pumped up with hormones. It was amazing, the whole room was like on fire. The music was playing a soft oriental mushroom and the air smelled of eucalyptus and our juices.

I was moaning and groaning like crazy because he was fisting me and gulping my breasts while he was fucking me. His ebony body was glistening with sweat, but I didn’t mind his musk, but I was inhaling the scent of his body and juices.

He made me cum. I went to the room with the idea that we would have a repeat tomorrow. And that happened the next day, but on the couch he had there and by then we had already changed many positions, with him still erect after an hour. Fantastic condition. And a fucker par excellence. I swallowed everything. I immediately went to take a shower and jumped into the pool to swim for another hour.

We smiled at each other slyly at breakfast and dinner, not letting anyone know, but I knew that the next meetings would be even better.

The next weekend event where we had sex together was in a hotel in central Slovakia, always as part of an Ayurvedic massage, where we gave it to each other on a double bed.

I was fascinated by his body, it was completely different from making love to and sex a white man.

And yogis and masseurs have a completely different mindset, their touch is more gentle than that of regular guys, they are interested in you and I didn’t care at all if he did it with other people, especially since I really enjoyed the next session. Of course, a bonus was that I always got along perfectly with him, which is not possible here in Slovakia (if you don’t have students or don’t go to a course or something).

A month later, I had a trip to Bratislava to the theater, so we agreed there that I would come to his studio, which he has in the capital. It was quite difficult to coordinate, because he has students who are adults for yoga, but there one unexpected thing happened.

We met at his place, of course, as we had ordered a private massage, he knew we were alone and when we started doing 69, he let me lick his ass. He simply positioned him above me, which surprised me quite a bit, so I just ran my tongue around his hole and stuck my thumb in. I simply wasn’t ready for that, even though his hole was beautifully shaved, but we hadn’t agreed on rimming. I hadn’t done much rimming with my lovers before. He didn’t do it to me, just double fisting and so I left the meeting a little disappointed. I know why, though.

Immediately after it was over, another masseuse was probably knocking on his door (I still don’t know) and he was a little upset. He didn’t even go in on me then.

I missed Hungary this year because I was sick, but we are in touch via shorts within WA, where he sends me various short videos and I know that we will meet in Šírava in September. I’ve already signed up. And I’m really looking forward to it.

Desires and fantasies … Hi, I’ve been thinking about sharing my most daring sexual experience with you for a long time. It started about two and a half years ago, when my husband and I watched porn on TV (sometimes we watch it together). The whole thing was about my wife getting fucked by two guys and they both put their penises in her vagina (I think it’s called DVP). From there, I searched for something similar myself a few times, secretly. I didn’t want my husband to know that I was looking for something so specific. I had never watched porn myself before, but the idea turned me on extremely. I guess I found a sexual fantasy in myself that I would like to try out someday, after all, my husband was the only man in my life up until then. Since at that time we had sex with acquaintances in the same apartment a few times (classic weekend getaways without children), but without switching partners, I started toying with the idea of ​​proposing to my husband exactly what I had seen in porn and what I had thought about so often. I had an idea that our friend Rasto (name has been changed) could join us, but I didn’t know how to tell my husband, although I still had it in my head. Until one day, in a good mood, when we were tasting a few glasses of wine and I was already quite aroused, my husband asked me during sex what new things I would like to try, what my fantasy was, and that I could suggest or tell him anything. It was more of a chat and teasing than a real question. I hesitated for about a minute whether to tell him or not, but when he did, I immediately blurted out: “Sex with Rasto, exactly like we saw together in that porn.” He responded that it wasn’t a problem – but he didn’t yet know how deeply I meant it. In the morning, after sobering up, after breakfast and shopping, he showed me the message he had sent to Rasto. It said: “When are we going to meet again together, but without Veronika?” (Veronika is his wife, we didn’t know how she would react to our proposal). Rasto just wrote back that they would agree later because he was away. Nothing happened for ten days, until Rasto called back asking what we actually meant. My husband explained everything to him in a voicemail – what we actually expected of him and whether he had a problem with it. Rasto responded a little surprisingly, saying that he had never thought about it this way, but that he appreciated it very much, but he probably wouldn’t have done something like this without Veronika. At that time, we were a little disappointed, since up until then he had been the initiator of sex in the same apartment several times or had bolder ideas that he wasn’t ashamed to present. About two to three weeks later, Rasto called back. He sent a ballot on Thursday evening, but his husband didn’t open it until Friday morning.

That day we were invited to our friends’ engagement party. The message read: “If the offer is valid, I will be happy to accept it, we will not explain or defend anything, if we are interested, we just have to write YES/NO and when and where.” At this moment, my husband looked at me, handed me the phone so that I could listen to it and decide what to write back to him. I immediately started to tremble and think that my ideas, which I cannot get out of my head, were so close – just say YES. But the message remained open without a response and without any consultation with my husband. I was scalded, we did not talk about it at all, although we both knew that the offer was on the table. On the way to the party, I asked my husband in the car if we were going to do it. He smiled and replied that it was all up to me, he would arrange it. He handed me the phone. At that moment, I started shaking like a rock again, I didn’t know what I was writing, and I didn’t believe it. Rasto only replied: “OK, I’ll come.” I was completely uneasy at the party. The whole time I had an idea in my head whether I even wanted to, but after a few glasses of wine, I forgot about it during the discussions. It wasn’t until around nine in the evening that my husband announced that we were going, because Rasto wrote that he was on his way and it would take 30 minutes to get to us. That meant we had to hurry. We arrived at our house almost at the same time. When I saw his car, the shaking intensified even more and that’s when it started in full force within me. We greeted each other and welcomed each other as if nothing had happened, and he sat down on the sofa in a good mood as always. My husband exchanged a few words with him and poured him what they like best – a gin and tonic. I had a small drink with them, since I had already had enough of the party. I went to the bathroom for 20 minutes, where I went to take a shower and get ready without saying a word. I had no idea what to do when I returned to them in my underwear. I was surprised at myself that after all that tension I was almost not ashamed at all, although this time he was looking at me without his wife. She didn’t even ask what, how and why he finally decided to accept our offer. After about a short debate and three drinks, my husband announced that it was time to start (laughter). Rasto just asked if he could sleep here, to which we of course nodded. At that moment my husband pulled down his pants and stuck his dick on me. I immediately took it in my mouth and it started to smoke and I waited to see what Rasto would do. I only remember that he asked me if he could and started kissing my ass. I admit, I don’t even know how long it took, but my mouth was already sore from smoking. I looked at Rasto and asked if he wanted me to satisfy him with his mouth too. He put it in my hand. At that moment, I held someone else’s cock in my hands for the first time and I realized that it was here. After about 2 minutes, my husband announced: “Where do we have a condom at home?” He and I looked at each other and answered each other: “We don’t have any, we don’t use them!” Rasto didn’t have any either – he and Veronika protect themselves sometimes, but he didn’t assume that we wouldn’t have one. Here came the turning point, when all three of us froze and waited for what anyone would say, since everyone had something to drink. We couldn’t run down to the city by car. I was left a little confused – extremely wet, but scared, how would we do it? We sat down on the couch and started to solve the situation: what now? We had two more drinks and after half an hour of solving the problem, we had not reached any clear result. My husband, already well-intoxicated, just told me that if Rasto and I agreed to have sex without a condom, he really had no problem with it and wouldn’t blame me or him for it. Rasto responded by asking what our idea was, since he had no problem, he could control himself quite well and if I lubricated my ass well, we could start.

Desires and fantasies …

I was a little taken aback at that time, because we hadn’t talked about anal before. From his reactions, I understood that he had no idea that I would let him into my vagina. At that moment, my husband’s penis became incredibly erect, he immediately threw me on his back and started to fuck me – he was extremely excited. After about a minute or two, he turned me around, sat on the couch, I sat with my back to him and I was waiting impatiently to see what Rasto would do. He very noticeably penetrated my vagina and started. My husband waited and reported that he had no idea how pleasant it would be to look at and touch. Soon Rasto checked that he was extremely excited and that we shouldn’t be angry, but if I want him to fuck me for a while, he has to take a break, because it will be done too soon. After all, so much excitement and the first experience with someone else do wonders. After about 3 minutes of sex, I got down on the couch, all sweaty, and said to both of them out loud: “I want them to come at once, they can come inside me too!” At that moment, Rasto started licking me right away and my husband was biting my nipples. After a while, I stretched out on my husband again and begged Rasto to start (I was literally screaming at him). He started like crazy, but after a minute, I just heard a loud moan from behind me and immediately after that my husband screaming that a full dose was coming. Women will definitely know what it’s like to have a pussy full of warm semen inside me – the feeling was incredible. They both waited inside me for a while longer, laughing, I thought they wanted to continue. At that moment, I didn’t even wish for anything else and the rest was stolen from me. When I ran to the shower to wash myself, I had only one thing in my head: This can’t end like this. It was great, but not as intense and especially short as I had in mind. That’s why I made a plan and suggestion in the shower on how to tell my husband and both of us to do it again that evening. I was aware that this wouldn’t happen so easily, and I kept telling myself, because the whole sex only lasted about 5 minutes. The three of us sat on the couch without a hint of a discussion about what we had experienced. After midnight, we were going to lie down, but I still didn’t have a plan on how to ask them – and especially my husband – that I wanted to do it again. As we were lying down in the bedroom, my husband asked me how I liked it. I thought for a moment about how to answer him, but since I had no choice, I just told him that I wanted to do it again. He replied that he would keep it in his head, Rasto for sure, and we would make an agreement later. I told him I wanted it today, there was no time to think. At that, my husband said, “Let’s do it,” and laughed.

I was satisfying him hard with my mouth and we waited to see if Rasto would hear us, since he was sleeping upstairs and we were deliberately making noise. But nothing was happening, so I sent my husband to go upstairs to check. After about a minute, they both came running downstairs and said that Rasto’s erection was solid again (it was considerably longer than my husband’s, not as thick, but perfectly curved and very, very hard, to the point that I felt like it was artificial). I immediately asked my husband to let Rasto start first this time, if he would allow it. Rasto launched himself into me like a dog, literally. My husband just stared and asked if I was OK. Rasto thrust at me with full force and asked me: “Do you want to be my whore?” (my shyness had completely disappeared). That’s when I realized that I wanted to experience this feeling, I just didn’t know what it was. I felt like the ultimate whore and slut (in a good way) and showed my husband how to really let go – I was surprised myself. For the first time that day, I had sex with someone other than my husband, and twice! After about a minute of thrusting, I asked my husband to leave, if he didn’t mind, next door. In the back of my mind, I begged him not to end it, and I didn’t want him to see me having sex with another man like this in an animalistic way. He smiled, nodded silently and left, and Rasto could continue. I had another strong thought in my head about whether I could agree with Rasto to have sex outside of my husband’s house, just like he did with Veronika – I had a lot of desire to have sex with him at the time, it felt like a dream. I begged Rasto to hold on a little longer, so that he wouldn’t get old, to go like a machine.

My lips were already numb from the thrusting, but I didn’t mind it at all (women certainly know). He slowed down gently and it was there – a full dose inside me again in a spasm, I wanted him to give me the last drop. Right after the climax, I whispered in his ear drunkenly that I wanted him next time. He tried to start again twice more, but he couldn’t do it anymore, all the ejaculate was flowing out of me and I was scalded like never before. At that moment, my husband, fully aroused, entered me, but the idea of ​​a foreign cock inside me immediately brought him to climax. All three of us finally went to the shower. My husband left me alone with Rast, but it was just a caress. When I lay down, from total exhaustion and putting my thoughts away, I fell asleep just before dawn. Around lunchtime, the two of them were already sitting at the table as they know how – in a good mood. I admit that in the morning I felt a little guilty and was slightly embarrassed in front of both of them, but after a short while the shyness subsided. It’s been two years since it happened. With hindsight, I remember it as well as some of the recklessness of my youth, but I don’t regret it. Some would say how I could have done it, but it’s all about trust. My husband and I have a perfect relationship, we spend a lot of time together, we try to complement and encourage each other, and most importantly, we often take over our life desires from any sphere and we are not ashamed. I have never received a reproach from him (and this will be the first time he reads this). The currencies are fictitious, Rast and I have never had anything since this situation. He has admitted and complained several times that their marriage has somehow cooled down, but he has never suggested – neither he nor we – that we meet again as a threesome, and we have never discussed the topic again.

Last hot night love story. After long months of work, Peter and Jana finally found time just for each other. They decided to go to the seaside for a few days, away from everyday responsibilities, phones and work meetings. They were already looking forward to the peace that awaited them during the night trip. When they arrived at a small hotel near the beach, they were greeted by a gentle sea breeze and the sound of the waves. From the balcony of their room there was a beautiful view of the sea and both of them felt as if time had stopped for a moment.

They spent the following days together. In the morning they went to the hotel terrace for breakfast, during the day they walked along the beach, exploring the narrow streets of the seaside town and in the evening they sat down in a small restaurant where they tasted local dishes. They laughed, talked about their dreams and planned places they would like to visit one day. The holiday reminded them of how important it is to find time for each other.

… hot night

One evening they decided to walk along the beach just before sunset and night. The sky was awash in shades of orange, pink, and gold, and the sea was calm. They walked barefoot on the sand, holding hands, just listening to the sound of the waves. They didn’t have to say much. Just being together was enough.

After returning to the hotel, they sat on the balcony. A gentle breeze brought the scent of the sea and music from the promenade could be heard in the distance. They talked long into the evening about how they met, what they had experienced together, and what was yet to come. Peter smiled and said that it was moments like this that reminded him of why their relationship was so special to him. Jana just leaned on his shoulder and nodded.

Later that evening, they were left alone in their room. They hugged, kissed, and left aside all the stress and worries that accompanied them at home. Their closeness to each other was a natural expression of the love, trust, and affection that they had built up between them over many years. They had this moment just as a couple, in the privacy of the hotel room, while the regular sound of the sea could still be heard outside the open window.

Peter’s penis stiffened, while as far as Jana could see, her vagina became moist and more sensitive to touch.

Peter penetrated Jana with passionate kissing, hugging, and touching. His penis slid into her vagina.
Jane soon had an orgasm so intense that she started squirting.

When Peter saw this, he couldn’t hold it in for long and got off very quickly.

When they went to bed later, they talked for a long time about where they would go the next day. They planned a boat trip to a nearby island, a visit to an old lighthouse, and photos together at sunrise. Finally, they fell asleep with a feeling of peace and happiness that they hadn’t experienced in a long time.

After returning home, they returned to their normal lives. However, this time they handled work, duties, and everyday worries with a bigger smile. A few weeks later, Jana found out that they were expecting a baby. When she told Peter the news, they both immediately remembered the evening by the sea, the sound of the waves, the peace of the hotel room, and the beautiful moments they had spent together during their vacation. They realized with a smile that their journey together was taking on a new dimension and that this vacation would forever become one of their most beautiful memories.

The adventure story: I have always loved the sea and the sun. That’s why I go on holiday to Croatia every year. Always to the same place. The host was a nice, helpful and always smiling gentleman. Every year, that week is a time for me to switch off and relax from everyday worries and duties. This year was no different. The weather was amazing. I have known the host for years. He always winked at me and smiled. He was a typical sea wolf. He was six feet tall, weathered by the wind and sun. Strong shoulders, piercing blue eyes the colour of the sea and always a wry smile. Only his grey hair gave away the fact that he was over 60. He still looked very good and especially the female staff of the apartment house appreciated it.

I always watched with a smile as they flirted with him. But he only had eyes for one person. The last evening before leaving, as always, I went for a swim. It calmed me down. As I slowly walked back from the beach to my apartment, I saw a silhouette in front of the house. He was standing by the railing, looking at the stars. I stood next to him and raised my head. With my height of 160 CM, I could barely reach his shoulders. He looked at me and said: oh those eyes, those eyes will be my undoing one day. I looked at him and he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Passionately, as if his life depended on it.

… adventure story

I pressed myself against him and kissed him back. He tasted of the sea and the sun. I had felt that spark between us years ago, the first time we met. He told me then that with my presence I brought light to his everyday life…. He wanted me even then, but I resisted. After years of solitude, after a complicated divorce, I decided to give in this last evening. He wrapped his strong arms around me and lifted me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips. He was only in shorts. He moved me to a small cellar under the house where he kept wine and brandy for guests. He sat me down on the table and looked at me.

Without a word, he recognized my consent. Our lips met again, this time more passionately. Our tongues joined in a wild dance and tasted each other. His large palms encircled my breasts and I sighed. He squeezed them, teasing my nipples through my wet swimsuit. I pressed myself closer to him and put my hands on his hips. His lips ran down my neck, gently biting and sucking, and gradually moved to my breasts. I was excited, wet, eager. He pulled down the top of my swimsuit and took a swollen nipple in his mouth. He sucked and tasted it, bringing me to greater and greater pleasure.

His hands moved to my thighs and slowly moved to my crotch. He pushed the bottom of my swimsuit away with his finger and stroked my clitoris with his thumb. It was electrifying, amazing. I used my palm to muffle the cry from my mouth.

He slowly ran his finger over my lips to the hot center. He inserted his finger inside me and my insides immediately surrounded him. His mouth kept tasting my nipples as he moved his finger in and out. I held onto the table with one hand and leaned against his shoulders with the other. Suddenly he stopped kissing my breasts and moved to my clitoris. At first, just with his tongue, he gently ran it over it, then he leaned in and ravaged it wildly and passionately.

… unexpected adventure

At that, he thrust two fingers into me. I muffled my scream with my hand, I trembled with pleasure and felt that the climax was about to happen. I will, I will… but he didn’t stop. The explosion of orgasm hit me in a second. I arched like a bow and a tremor ran through my body, and another… the juice from my vagina squirted out and ran down his fingers but he licked it all up. He ran his tongue over my lips and vagina and sucked up every drop. Then he ran his lips over my thighs, navel, to my breasts… he kissed every bit… right down to my lips. He pulled away for a moment to look into my eyes… And then he leaned in again.

I knew his desire hadn’t died down yet. I felt his penis pushing out through his pants. It was so big and thick.. I ran my hand over his bulge and he groaned. With a quick movement I freed him and he immediately stood up. So beautifully firm and hard.. I immediately directed his hand to my hot center and he immediately thrust. It was an intoxicating feeling as he filled me completely. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. And he began to move. It was adventure …

Slowly, smoothly, our bodies against each other.. more, more, I whispered. He sped up and this time he thrust harder. All the way to the root.. our bodies collided in a wild rhythm and I felt pleasure flooding me, as it concentrated in that one point and was about to explode. He knew I wasn’t taking the pill and we didn’t have a condom… A second after I climaxed, he pulled it out and his semen sprayed my stomach and breasts… The tremors of orgasm were still fading, my heartbeat was slowing down and we were resting with our foreheads against each other, but with smiles on our faces, thinking about where we would move next… Because the night is still young and we don’t want to sleep yet …, unexpected adventure.

Marek received a three-point ticket on Monday morning, nine minutes before the daily meeting — the one that two colleagues had already touched and postponed again. You’re doing better anyway, Fero wrote, adding a winking smiley. Marek started to write that he wouldn’t be able to fit it in this week. Then he deleted it. Then he wrote that it was fine.

He was twenty-nine years old, worked as a developer for a Munich company, and lived comfortably on his salary in an apartment in a small town, where weeks passed since Covid without him talking to anyone except the grocery clerk and the couriers. Košice was a twenty-minute train ride away. He rarely took it.

He hadn’t been with a woman in twenty-nine years. Not out of principle, nor out of trauma — the moment when he would decide to do it simply never came. Imagination slowly took the place left by the missing experience, and in the summer, when the turn-of-the-century brick walls still reflected the heat of the day at midnight, this arrangement became physically unbearable.

Desperation drove him to the dating site.

After weeks of dull matchmaking, he came across a loud, twenty-one-year-old girl who, after the second exchange of messages, suggested a meeting at a dimly lit cocktail bar on Hlavná.

The girl arrived in a short, low-cut dress and went straight to him from the first minute. As the cocktails wore on, she moved closer and closer; she placed her hand on Marek’s knee and didn’t take it off while they talked. The blood pounded in his ears. His body had never been this close to finally experiencing something it had only imagined.

— I’ll be right back, I’ll just get ready — the girl whispered, standing up and leaving her purse on the chair. — And then we’re going to my place. No one’s home.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty.

Marek went to the toilets. The corridor was empty. When he returned to the table, he noticed that his purse had also disappeared. The back emergency exit was open to a side alley.

The waiter came with the bill a second time.

But he didn’t do one thing: he didn’t delete the app.

Klára had only one photo on her profile, and even that one showed her half-turned away.

She was the deputy principal at the local elementary school, she was thirty-six, and everyone in town knew her — the dark blue suits, the neat bun, the voice that made the children in the corridor fall silent. She had been divorced three years ago. Her marriage ended without anything remarkable happening: she existed as a trophy for her husband, and sex was one of the things that had to be done, somewhere between shopping and having the car inspected.

Local men her age were either afraid of talking or so full of themselves that Klara knew by the second dinner how it would end.

Marek didn’t try to come across as a guy. One evening, when the topic of disappointments came up, he described what had happened in the bar with the precision of a developer and the honesty of a person with nothing left to lose.

Klara read the message twice. Then she got up, poured herself a glass of water, and only then sat down to write it down.

— Come to my place on Friday night. We’re not going to a bar, no roles needed, and no one will disappear.

Marek spent hours thinking about what he would bring to Klara’s door.

He was sure about the bouquet. The bottle was less so. In the end, he chose Baileys — sweet, creamy, and somewhere deep down he hoped that a few sips would do what he himself could not: dissolve anxiety before it could ruin anything.

When Klara opened the door, her face immediately lit up at the sight of the bouquet.

— Marek, this is beautiful — she said, taking a deep breath of the scent of the flowers before she walked over to the vase.

Then Marek pulled Baileys out of his bag and placed it on the kitchen island. Klara’s movement stopped for a moment. She slowly turned around, examined the bottle, and smiled.

— Baileys? — she asked. — Tell me, why this one?

Marek rubbed his neck.

— I thought… that maybe a glass would be good. To relieve tension. In case we were overthinking something too much in our heads.

Klára walked closer. Her heel tapped softly on the parquet. She was wearing a burgundy silk bathrobe, under which perfectly smooth black nylon stockings were visible. She placed both palms on his chest.

— Marek. You don’t need alcohol to relax.

Then she turned to the counter and poured two small glasses.

— But let’s drink. Not for courage. Just because it’s good, and because you’re here.

They drank slowly. The sweet, warm taste of Baileys spilled over them, but the relaxation wasn’t brought by drinking—it was brought by the nonjudgmental silence that reigned in the room.

Klara put down the glass, grabbed Marek’s hand, and pulled him toward the sofa.

— Take a deep breath — she said. — No one is testing you in this room right now.

They sat down opposite each other. Klara watched Marek arrange his hands on his knees, as if he had nowhere to put them. She recognized this. That’s exactly how the eighth-graders stood in front of the principal’s office door.

We’re not going to complicate this. And I don’t have to please anyone now either.

She slowly took off her pumps. She stepped onto the sofa and swung one leg over Marek’s thigh. The cool surface of the smooth black stocking passed through the fabric of his trousers. Marek held his breath.

— Do you know what the most beautiful thing about intimacy is? — Klara whispered as she took off her dress. All that was left was nylon; she had nothing under the delicate lace seat.

She stripped Marek to his shorts. His skin was still cold from uncertainty, but as Klara slid down onto him, the warmth of their bodies slowly spilled over into each other.

Klara gripped him tightly with her thighs. The smooth, soft surface of the stocking took the edge of friction, and the grip gave Marek immediate support — without him having to prove anything.

— Just lean back. I set the rhythm — Klara said and slowly, with deliberation, she deepened her hips.

After the convulsive control at work, this leadership was finally liberating. She didn’t have to guess what the other wanted, she didn’t have to rush. With a circular motion of her hips, she searched through the nylon for exactly the gentle friction she needed.

For a moment, all that could be heard was the rhythm of their breathing. Marek’s eyes widened: the elasticity of the stockings and the rhythm of the rocking washed all anxiety out of him in a few seconds. Marek hesitantly placed his hands on her hips. His fingers tentatively touched the soft nylon and then slowly, almost timidly, began to stroke the smooth material on her hips. The smooth nylon and the warmth of her body completely absorbed him.

And then something changed. Klara, with her eyes closed and a muffled sigh, succumbed to the movement. The soft material of the stockings between them slowly became damp; the smooth sliding was replaced by hot, sticky, and deep warmth. Marek didn’t hesitate anymore — from time to time he grabbed her ass more tightly, his fingers digging into the taut nylon and keeping the rhythm with her.

Klara felt the tension building in her, and in the grip of her thighs, she reached her climax with a smooth rhythm: a deep, wavy tremor ran through her. She buried her head in Marek’s shoulder.

Klara’s reaction and the hot contact also released the last spasm in Marek. With the constant friction, he also reached his first climax.

The movement slowly stopped. The room fell silent, only the night breeze that leaked through the open window moved the curtain.

Klara didn’t move away immediately. She kept her head resting on Marek’s chest and listened to his still accelerating heartbeat. Marek slowly, almost cautiously, reached out and put his arm around her back.

— I… — he began, but his voice broke.

— Don’t say anything — Klara whispered, then leaned on her elbow and looked into his eyes. Her bun loosened in the meantime, a few strands falling into her face. — You know you didn’t have to rush anywhere now?

Marek sat down, leaned his back against the sofa cushion and pulled the blanket around himself.

— When I came here, I was thinking, what if I messed up again — he said, looking at his hands. — That girl in the bar… I don’t even feel bad that she took my money. But the fact that I felt like a tool that someone used and then put away. I feel it in the company too. Every single day.

Klara ran her hand over his face.

— That girl wasn’t evaluating you — she said. — She was evaluating herself.

She paused. Marek waited.

— I was scared tonight — Klara finally said and looked towards the window. — Not what you think.

— And what then?

— In this town I am a role. The deputy director, who must not make a mistake. For three years I lived next to a man in such a way that… — She shook her head. — That’s not even the point. But for years no one had touched me in a way that would have drawn attention. And I wasn’t sure if I would even notice.

She moved closer and placed her hand on his chest.

— When you wrote to me about what happened to you, I didn’t see a weak boy.

Marek took a deep breath. The tightness in his chest eased.

— Thank you — he said quietly and for the first time he looked her in the eyes with complete certainty.

Klara pulled the blanket over them both. Someone started the car outside. The engine roared in the quiet street, a yellowish streak of light crossed the ceiling, and then the sound slowly died away.

— I have to be at school at seven in the morning — said Klara. — The schoolmaster is already sweeping the yard by then.

— I know.

— No. I didn’t say you had to go home.

On a business trip, I was staying in a nice hotel where I was supposed to spend a few nights. Since it was a business trip, I had no idea that my new boss was also staying in the same hotel – a young, beautiful brunette, whom I had only known from work.

After a hard day, I went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. And that’s where I met her by chance.

She was sitting at the table and when she saw me, she smiled.

“So you’re here too?” she asked in surprise.

“It looks like it,” I replied with a laugh.

We soon found out that we were both staying at the hotel. We started talking, and what had initially been a business conversation gradually turned into a much more personal one. We talked about everything, laughed, and I began to notice that there was a strange tension between us.

After dinner, we walked together towards our rooms. As we stopped in front of her door, she looked at me.

“Actually… I wanted to show you something else,” she said.

We went inside.

She opened her laptop on the table and started showing me some work items we had to take care of the next day. I tried to focus on the screen, but I was increasingly aware that neither of us were really focused on work anymore.

After a while, she looked at me.

“You know what? I think I’m going to put on something more comfortable.”

She smiled.

She was my new boss …

“Make yourself comfortable and wait a minute.”

So I sat down, trying to look completely calm. I could hear her getting ready from the bathroom, and thoughts began to swirl in my head. I had no idea what exactly was going to happen next, but the atmosphere in the room was suddenly completely different.

When she appeared in the bathroom doorway a moment later, I was silent for a moment.

She was wearing only a simple T-shirt, which she clearly felt comfortable in, and her long dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders. She looked completely different than she did during the day at work. More relaxed. More natural. And maybe even more attractive for that reason.

“So?” she smiled. “Are you comfortable now?”

“I think so,” I replied, although at that moment I wasn’t at all sure.

She sat down next to me and we were both silent for a moment.

The laptop remained open on the table.

The work matters I had originally come here to do were suddenly completely irrelevant.

She, my boss, looked me straight in the eye.

“Do you know what’s the strangest thing about tonight?” she asked.

“What?”

“That if we hadn’t met in the restaurant today, we might never have discovered that we could actually talk about things completely different than work.”

I smiled.

“And you think we met by chance?”

She paused for a moment.

Then she leaned a little closer to me.

“Maybe not.”

At that moment, there was only silence, looks, and a strange tension between us that gradually increased throughout the evening.

It was clear that no one would open the laptop again today.

And when our eyes met once more, we both understood that the evening, which had begun as a completely ordinary dinner in a hotel restaurant, was just starting to turn into something that neither of us would easily forget…

She was sitting in the front pew, next to her husband. She might have been about thirty-five years old. She was wearing a decent costume – a decent knee-length skirt, a white blouse and a delicately pleated jacket. Her hair was tied up in a bun, but a few strands fell over her cheeks. A typical churchgoing lady, and yet she was different. There was something in her eyes that immediately stabbed me in the heart and groin.

I was only eighteen then. New to this church, the first Mass since we moved. I was reading the first Gospel—my voice was deep, slow, calm. The words flowed, and I looked at the people for once. And then I felt her. Her eyes. Directly at me.

The next Sunday she was sitting there again. In the exact same spot. She had been watching me since the beginning of Mass. As I went to read, I noticed her cross one leg over the other. Her skirt had risen higher, showing me a bit of her thighs—firm, femininely shaped, with the soft sheen of stockings. A simple movement for some, a clear signal for me. She was looking at me with a smile in the corner of her mouth, and I had the feeling that in the crowded church she was clutching her thighs to hide her own excitement.

She was in church …

I read, I put all my passion into words, and I saw her gently move in the pew. Her lips were parted, her breathing quickened. Her cheeks were flushed. And I knew that those movements were not accidental.

The third Sunday. I was already looking forward to Mass more for her than for the word of God. She sat there, ready, her gaze devouring me even before the first reading was heard. I felt as if she were exposing me with her eyes. Her mouth—slightly shiny with lipstick—was opening as if she wanted to say my name quietly. Her breasts were rising in a faster rhythm. Under her blouse, full, firm shapes were outlined that I would have liked to take in my hands.

I stood next to the priest during communion, holding a tray. The line of people moved slowly and she came. She did not look at the host, she did not look at the priest. She was looking straight at me—in the eyes, at my lips. Her gaze was hungry, burning. As she passed, I could smell her perfume—slightly sweet, feminine, intoxicating. As she walked back to her seat, she discreetly slipped something into the pocket of my cassock.

I had trouble breathing for the rest of the mass. My body was burning, my heart was beating like a bell. When the mass was over, I ran to the sacristy. There, hidden from everyone, I pulled the little piece of paper from my pocket. And on it—in her hand—was a phone number.

I held the piece of paper and it felt like it was burning. I saw her moist lips, her crossed thighs, her breathing. I knew this was just the beginning.

The sun was slowly setting over the lake, casting warm, shimmering reflections on the water. The place was perfect – secluded, surrounded only by trees and silence, broken only by the gentle rustling of leaves. When she arrived, I knew right away that this afternoon would not be ordinary. She was wearing a light summer dress, under which her curves were hard to miss, and she had that strange mix of courage and uncertainty in her eyes.

We spread the blanket right on the edge of the grass. We talked quite naturally, but there was a palpable tension in the air from the first minute. I knew she was engaged and had come looking for the adventure she lacked at home – passion without crossing a line of no return. Each of our looks was longer than it should have been, and when I briefly touched her hand, I felt a chill run down her spine.

“Let’s go in the water,” she suggested with a wry smile.

The atmosphere thickened as we changed into our swimsuits. I watched her slowly unbutton her dress, and the sparks between us reached their peak. We entered the pleasantly cool water. For a while, we just laughed and laughed, the water washing away the last remnants of our inhibitions. The touches became bolder and bolder – my palms on her wet waist, her fingers on my shoulders. As I pulled her closer, our lips connected in a soft, yet incredibly intense kiss. The water around us seemed to stop.

But then she opened her mouth, pulled back a little, and I saw the confusion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry… I just don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, hugging her shoulders.

I slowed down immediately. I didn’t push her.
“It’s okay,” I said in a calm, velvety voice, looking her straight in the eye. “How are you feeling now?”

She was breathing rapidly, drops of water running down her cleavage. “You make me so excited… I’m shaking. But at the same time, I feel so guilty. I don’t want to cheat on him, but this temptation is destroying me.”

I nodded. “I understand and fully respect your boundaries. I’m also crazy excited about you – in fact, I can barely breathe. What if we did it differently? Let me just look at you… and I’ll do it in front of you. It’ll be just for your eyes and mine.”

She took a moment to think. She looked at me, biting her lower lip, and finally nodded. Her gaze changed – there was curiosity and immense expectation in it.

You came out of the water onto a quiet, hidden bank. My heart was pounding in my throat. While I began to touch myself excitedly, my voice grew coarse and took on a new, dominant tone:

“Can I tell you what to do?”

“Yes…” she whispered, shaking slightly.

“Turn your back on me,” I commanded her quietly, but uncompromisingly. “Turn around, lean forward a little and show me your ass in that wet swimsuit.”

She obeyed without hesitation. It was a visual feast. I watched every detail of her body – how her thighs tensed, how her wet hair fell down her back and how she breathed rapidly.
“Now turn to face me, look me straight in the eyes and don’t let go,” I continued my orders.

The atmosphere was so charged that it could be cut. I only felt her excited gaze, the smell of water and the enormous pressure that was growing inside me with every second. A wave of incredible heat flooded my body. I couldn’t hold it in anymore – my legs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure, a gentle spasm gripped my thigh as my whole body tensed.

With a huge pomp and a muffled moan, I achieved uncontrollable release. It was such an intense orgasm that for a few seconds I lost track of time. I was completely exhausted, but it didn’t matter at all – we were by the water, in the lap of nature.

She stared at me with her mouth open, heated by her own excitement at the power she had over my pleasure without having to regret anything. We went back into the water, where we washed everything off, smiled at each other, and knew that this was a moment neither of us would easily forget.

She ordered a cottage, looking for as much solitude as possible. When they left, he thought they were going to wellness, but she had other plans. As soon as they arrived at the place, he got out of the car and wanted to start cursing. She immediately jumped up, put the gag on him so hard that it cut into his face, she just whispered in his ear, “This is my weekend and I won’t be here to listen to your complaints, you will only do what I tell you”. He looked at her in shock, but he was starting to like the idea. “Take off your clothes and start carrying suitcases” he did as she said and she came with another surprise. She put an inconspicuous belt around his neck, attached a weak chain to the belt. She pulled and took him inside. The cottage was small, but cozy, she sat him on the chair, holding the chain tightly in her hand and sat on his lap. He just sighed, excited for a long time. She inserted his pen and began to swing lightly on him, increasing the intensity, and as soon as she saw that he was a step away from climaxing, she pulled the chain, jumped down and just whispered to him, “it won’t be that easy” and left the room. He just gasped, the desire almost tore him apart and now he had to wait, he waited for a long time, maybe an hour, he didn’t know, he was afraid to move, he didn’t know what She was waiting for him. She was wearing incredibly high-heeled black boots, and she was walking towards him, holding a drum in one hand, and she was biting his ear. Not only could he not hear just the click of a heel as it falls around her, he suddenly felt a slightly sharper pain in his ears, he leaned against her with his heel, lightly, but at the same time, he could feel it. She lightly caressed his face, began to gently bite his neck, chest, and triceps, and then she took his erect penis into her mouth, she bit him lightly, he just screamed and continued, she held his testicles firmly with the other hand, while her mouth and tongue were engaged in other work, she ran her tongue around his penis, then she took him into her mouth and continued, when he was already sighing so much that he couldn’t take it anymore she stopped.

She got up and left the room, he could only hear her walk away with the click of her heel. He waited again, thinking that the desire and unfinished climax might tear him apart. Then he heard the creaking of the door, the familiar sound of a heel, she yanked him by the chain and dragged him somewhere away, he didn’t even know what the cottage looked like, what was there. She put him on the bed, sat on his lap, swayed slightly and pushed her so that he fell on the bed, just lying there, waiting. She took the straps and tied him to the bed. She kissed him on the cheek and sent him away. He was lying on the bed chained and unconscious, he heard a sound from another room, it sounded like a coffee maker. In peace and quiet, she delivered a cup of hot coffee while he waited chained to the bed. He heard the click of a heel as it approached, the bicycle started to run over his chest, when suddenly he felt a pain through his thigh, then the other, the bicycle hit his face. He was gasping for breath as he was excited, when he first felt a sharp pain and then heat, the wax from the candle started to drip on her, first on her face, then on her chest, arms, stomach, getting closer and lower. Then it stopped, she sat on his penis, saddled him with advice. And when he already thought that relief would come and he would finally be able to push out, she stopped, got off and sent him away. I don’t know how long he lay there, he was already excited and almost tired from climaxing, but she came, laid down next to him, rested her head on it and took a good drink. A thousand thoughts raced through his head, tied to the bed he suddenly fell asleep. She waited for that, climbed down, took his penis in her mouth and began to caress with her tongue and mouth, he was still talking like that for a while, thinking it was a dream, when suddenly he felt a stinging wound on his face. She woke him up, he jerked and she continued, she sat on his penis and began to sway back and forth, a moment faster, then she calmed down again, it took forever, when suddenly excitement ran through his whole body, but at that moment she got off her saying, “I think you have to wait for me”. neck, she began to scream as her orgasm passed through her body, and at that moment she let him climax like that. Then she went to the shower and left him there, exhausted. She untied his hands, took off the blindfold, and whispered in his ear, “Tomorrow is another day.”

This summer, hot, mid-July. On days like this, I only go to work out in the evening, when it feels a little cooler. I have my own “gym” — not a fitness center. The difference is that a classic gym has a lot of dumbbells and machines, while a gym is full of cardio machines, and the clientele is different.

I like friends and acquaintances who put on an old, torn T-shirt and go to work out. The older I get, the less I notice the people around me. When I was 20-25, I often looked at girls and women in the gym. It was very pleasant, but the training was worthless — and the results were worthless.

If a person really wants to look like he spends every other day in the gym, he has to work out anyway, and not look at other women. That’s what I follow, and it brings results.

It was already evening, around half past eight, a regular workday. I was alone in the gym and only vaguely noticed someone walking in. I could only see her reflection in the mirror. A woman who immediately went to do leg presses. I was focused on my workout and didn’t pay any attention to her. After finishing the set, I caught a glimpse of her hopping on one leg in the mirror. I know from experience that this is not normal behavior. I turned around and that’s when I noticed her more closely.

A woman about my age, in her forties. Short T-shirt, tight leggings. Quite a nice figure — you could tell she wasn’t working out, but she was probably watching her diet.

“Hey, is something wrong?” I ask. We all look out for each other at our gym, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. She looked at me, obviously surprised that I’d addressed her. She said timidly:
“I started working out on this machine and I strained my right leg. I have a cramp in it.”

“Hmm, and did you warm up?”
She looked at me guiltily: “No. This is my first time here. I’ve never worked out before, I’ve just watched videos on YouTube.”
“You should warm up a little before every workout, just to avoid things like this.”

She listens, nods her head, and keeps jumping. I notice her more closely — red hair, beautiful green eyes, in which there is a flicker of surprise at the unusual situation. Nice lips, white teeth.

“If you want, I can help you and gently massage it out. It will go away in five minutes and you can continue. I also massage my wife, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing — and it will work. Here’s a mat, lie down and if you want, I can help you.”

She looked at me even more surprised, I saw her breathing quicken. “Okay, thank you. I admit, I didn’t expect this to happen to me today.” “Neither did I,” I say and smile.

She lies down on her stomach, turns her head towards me. It’s her right leg, the cramp is somewhere in the middle, above the knee. I lean over to her from the side. I gently, but with an experienced touch, touch the back of her thigh. I press once with one hand, then with the other. I know what I’m doing — and I also know that she’ll like it. I wasn’t wrong.

“By the way, my name is…” and I tell her my name. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yes, this is my first time here. My husband told me to start doing something with myself, because he says I’m getting older and I’m not getting any younger,” she says with irony in her voice. I can see — and even more feel — that she’s touched.

“And where’s my husband?” I ask, while I gently move my hands a little higher, towards her ass. I look into her face and see her eyes widen with excitement.

“Hmm… he’s at home. He’s sitting in front of the TV watching football. Classic.”

I’m silent, I don’t answer her. I continue massaging, gradually extending the movements from the knee to the base of the buttocks. I see her close her eyes and let herself be carried away by the situation. She likes it — and so do I. Involuntarily she pushes her legs apart to create space between them.

“Hmmm… it’s great, you really know what you’re doing. I don’t feel the cramp anymore.”
“Should I stop?” I ask.
She hesitates for a moment, and I stop massaging.
“No, please don’t stop,” she says, her voice changed, hoarse.
“But if I may ask you… massage my other leg a little. I feel a little cramp coming on there too.”
“Of course, with pleasure.”

I touch her left leg. First gently, with one hand, then with the other. I move slowly up her thigh, massaging it from the outside and sometimes I go to the inside, towards her groin. I feel her body always tense slightly, hold her breath and then slowly exhale.

“So you do this to your wife too? And where is she, why isn’t she exercising with you?” she asks.
“Probably like your husband. She’s at home, reading a book too — the gym isn’t for her. And I don’t even remember when I gave her a massage…”

She nods gently. I can see her relax. “Sorry, I’m probably sweaty, aren’t I? I guess it’s the only way to go at this time.” She was really sweaty, even though she had just started exercising.

I don’t say anything for a long time, just massage her gently. Then I say, “It’s okay… I like your sweat.”

She turns her head. She looks at me. I can see everything she’s thinking in her eyes. “Will you work out with me? Will you be my trainer? Will we meet tomorrow?” she asks. I smile—and she knows my answer before I say it.