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It was a lovely Friday afternoon, and I was preparing for an evening birthday party to which I had been invited with my boyfriend. The celebration was to take place in a nearby cottage that our host had rented from the local foresters. The plan was to celebrate all night, enjoy ourselves, and return the next day. I was looking forward to spending more time with my boyfriend after a busy week. Therefore, it was necessary to prepare properly for the event. I already had the gift wrapped, and a bottle of homemade plum brandy had been chilling for several days. Now all that remained was to get myself ready. I was excited about the idea of us finding some time for ourselves later that night. These thoughts stayed with me as I got ready. However, time was short, and my boyfriend was due to pick me up at any moment. I got dressed, packed my things, and waited for the doorbell. When he arrived, we set off in high spirits, looking forward to the walk through the woods to the clearing where the cottage was located. Even from a distance, we could see the place was already jumping, so we picked up the pace so we wouldn't miss out on anything. When we got there, it looked like some people had …

When I first felt a cock inside me and experienced that incredible pleasure, I knew right away that I wouldn’t get tired of this anytime soon. I already had a hunch about which direction my sexual orientation was heading. Girls didn’t do it for me, and there was no shortage of horny guys, especially since most of them knew how easy it was to get me into bed. I hit up every party and never missed a single chance to get laid. I was so completely hooked on this pleasure that I couldn’t say no anymore, and gradually I ended up sleeping with most of the guys around me. My addiction to orgasms deepened and fueled my desire to try something new. I often watched porn where girls were having sex with each other, and I’d get lost in thoughts about what it would be like to sleep with a girl. The idea turned me on so much that I’d end up with my hand in my panties and a wonderful orgasm. My friends were pretty uptight and wouldn’t even think about stuff like that. To everyone else, I was just a slut who partied hard and slept around. But I knew what I needed, and I didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. One afternoon, a buddy of mine came over and said he was invited to a  …

After moving, I quickly got used to my new place. At first, living on the thirteenth floor—the top floor where my apartment was—was a bit of a challenge. On the other hand, it was really quiet up there; the street noise faded away with every floor, and none of the surrounding buildings could see inside. Before heading home, I always had to stop and think if I’d bought everything and wasn't missing a thing. The elevators were pretty slow and always packed because of how many people lived there. So, a quick “run” to the convenience store just around the corner could easily take over half an hour. But hey, it’s always a trade-off, and I was just glad to have that peace and quiet right under the roof. The building was mostly full of older folks, but there were also a few apartments with students who livened up the otherwise quiet vibe. I’d run into some of them during that endless wait for the elevator and chat a bit to pass the time. Most of them looked like studying was their only hobby, and that’s pretty much how the conversations went. But there were also two cute guys. Waiting for the elevator with them was actually a nice little bonus, and we’d flirt here and …

I got an offer for a summer part-time job to make some extra cash at a village Sokolovna—a local community hall with a pub. The job description was serving drinks and food to the guests, clearing and setting tables, and helping out behind the bar every now and then. It was only supposed to be afternoon and evening hours, which is when the regulars hang out the most. And since every dollar counts, I took the offer. "Well, why not? Every experience is good, at least I'll learn something new and see some new faces," I thought to myself. The pub was pretty big with a backyard garden, so it was obvious I'd be running around quite a bit. At first, I was worried about how I'd handle it, but I soon got the hang of it and figured out how things worked—what to prioritize, what to avoid, and that communication with the guests is the most important part. The afternoon regulars were pretty chill since they had to be home with their families by evening, but the nighttime loners didn't care about having a few extra drinks and just wanted to have a good time. Weekdays were manageable, but once Friday or Saturday hit, it became a total whirlwind. Before long, we got used to each other, and I  …

Nothing was the same anymore. After all those letdowns, I didn't care about another relationship and just lived my own wild, reckless life. I went to work like normal, doing my routine stuff, but my mind was totally elsewhere. I just looked forward to the weekends, partying all over the place and throwing all that 'normalcy' out the window. But getting back into the weekly work grind was getting harder than ever. I constantly had to watch what I wore, how I looked, and how I acted. So many times I ended up turning back home to change because it just didn't click that it was Monday again, meaning I couldn't show up to work looking completely inappropriate. This non-stop self-policing was really getting on my nerves, even though morals were loosening up back then, with newsstands on every corner displaying adult magazines and people being much more open on the streets, but a lot of people still didn't get it. To take the edge off this 'misery,' I spent my free time after work prepping for the next weekend, depending on where I was heading or where I got invited. Most of the time I sat at my sewing machine until late at night, altering and shortening my dresses and skirts to the …

It’s strange how when a girl starts to enjoy sex and embraces her sexuality for her own pleasure, others immediately label her a slut. This happens even if she is single, has no steady partner, and does not accept money. She simply gets this label if she finds fulfillment in a liberated lifestyle and does it for her own satisfaction. However, this does not seem to apply to women who have partners and use infidelity to fill their time or gain advantages, nor to the male population, where such a man is considered a "hero"—though that is a chapter of its own. Personally, this feels even worse, yet this hypocritical behavior is taken as a societal standard. Such "friends" prefer to stay away to avoid gossip, and their partners agree with them publicly while thinking something else entirely—instead trying to get close at the first opportunity with the hope of casual sex, even if it costs them something. Rather than conforming or trying to convince anyone, it is better to find a kindred spirit and stay true to oneself. At first, I took it as fun with some benefits, but over time, it started to have its advantages. I began to experience life from a different perspective and met …

Back when I was still working at the Night Club, the owner and “my” bartender were shooting porn with the girls. They recruited the performers through classified ads, because the owner had a policy of not involving club staff in his side ventures. So I didn’t even know the people who were earning extra money by doing the shoots. Secretly, though, I dreamed of the chance to try something like that. Once, during a small party at the club, I asked “my” bartender if I could ever attend one of their shoots as a passive spectator—I was curious to see how the whole thing actually worked. He promised to talk to the owner about it and let me know. I was happy about his promise, even though I didn’t really hold out much hope that he’d go through with it. Ever since I was young, I’d regularly masturbate to porn, and the idea of being in the place of some of the actresses turned me on. That strange feeling—that someone would be watching me have sex while jerking off—excited me. Sure, a few guys have taken pictures of me for their own pleasure, but this is something completely different. I was hopeful that maybe it would work out. And it did! One Saturday morning, as I was …

I used to go regularly to post an ad for my services. I set aside the day when there were the fewest clients and went during off-peak hours to avoid the crowds on the bus. But I always had to leave on time so that everything would run smoothly and I wouldn’t have to wait around unnecessarily. It was a completely routine, ordinary task—one from which I wouldn’t have expected any extraordinary experience. After my morning hygiene routine and beauty regimen, I got dressed and, glancing at my watch, realized I still had time for a quick cup of coffee before heading out. “Okay, just don’t forget to pack everything I need,” I thought to myself, “and then I’m good to go.” But as I was picking up my purse from the table, the strap caught on the mug and knocked it over. It wasn’t full anymore, but some of it splashed onto my skirt. “Great! Now I have to change,” I thought irritably, and started to panic a little because I needed to get going. I walked over to the closet, grabbed another skirt, changed, and headed out. It wasn’t until I got to the bus stop that I realized I’d accidentally put on my work skirt instead of my casual one in my rush, because my butt …

At the end of the summer, I was invited to a friend’s birthday party at a cabin. It was supposed to be a small wooden cabin on the edge of the forest, so I planned to wear something loose and comfortable. But since I know how things usually turn out for me at most of these kinds of events, I decided to pack a change of clothes in a plastic bag, including a skirt, pantyhose, and pumps. You never know, and there’s always room in the car. It was a pleasantly warm Saturday afternoon, so the party took place outside in front of the cabin. I was a little taken aback that, even though it was a birthday party, I was the only woman there—otherwise, everything seemed absolutely wonderful. There was a barbecue and drinks, and pleasant music playing—what more could a person ask for? I waited in vain for another woman to show up during the party so I could chat with her. As the evening wore on, the atmosphere began to loosen up a bit, and since the group hadn’t changed, the conversation started to turn to sports, women, and sex. That’s why everyone had left their wives at home—so they could have fun on their own terms. And as is often the case, they started discussing who was …

It’s been a while since my first experience with porn, and in the meantime, I’ve filmed several of my own DVDs based on my clients’ ideas. I sold them online, and it often happened that a buyer wanted to pick them up in person, especially if he was from the local area or was planning a trip to see me. In these cases, too, I tried to dress provocatively and sexily, because I didn’t think it was appropriate to hand over porn to someone while wearing loungewear. Sometimes it paid off, and it didn’t stop at just interest in the DVD. Every time I made a personal delivery like that, I was worried I might run into someone I knew. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. A former high school classmate ordered my porn. He definitely recognized me, but acted like nothing was going on. About a week later, I got a message from him saying he’d like to order the next installment and asking if we could meet up somewhere. He suggested a small restaurant near my place, which suited me fine because I didn’t have to travel anywhere. I had a strange feeling about that meeting; I still wasn’t entirely sure whether he recognized me or not. We’d dated a few times in college, but …

My boyfriend and I decided to take a little break and spend a relaxing weekend out of town, somewhere in a small, cozy hotel. I was looking forward to spending some time alone, just the two of us. It was the kind of hotel where couples or singles looking for a girlfriend or boyfriend tend to gather. Once we’d settled in, my boyfriend went to explore the surroundings and see what options were available for our dream getaway, while I went to take a shower. I turned on the pleasantly warm water, relaxed, and slowly ran the stream down from my shoulders, letting the water massage me. It was very pleasant and soothing, but the moment I moved the showerhead near my crotch, the relaxation faded and turned into arousal. I decided to take advantage of this moment of solitude, set the showerhead in the tub, squatted over it with my thighs spread wide, used my fingers to expose my clit, and let the spraying streams of water do their work. At the same time, I used my other hand to alternately rub my swollen nipples, and after a few minutes, I experienced a beautiful orgasm. I finished my shower and went to get dressed. We’d planned to sit in the hotel bar for a while and then decide what …

Regular medical checkups had become an integral part of my lifestyle. I considered them a necessity in my line of work. My longtime doctor knew me so well by then that he could even examine me over the phone. He knew what I did, what I needed, and I, in turn, knew what to expect from him, so my visits had become routine. And when an unexpected problem arose, he would resolve it quickly, discreetly, and without fuss. It was important to me to have someone like that and not have to worry. During my last visit, he told me he was moving to another city, and if I wanted to continue seeing him, it would be quite a distance away. Otherwise, a female doctor would be taking over his practice here. I was very surprised and felt sorry about it. I didn’t want to commute several dozen kilometers out of town, and I hadn’t had good experiences with female doctors. So I had no choice but to look for a doctor in my area. And I was lucky. I found a doctor who was about my age, and that suited me. Even during the initial exam, he was pleasant, gentle, and sensitive. Gradually, I became convinced that he would be a good fit for me and that we’d get along. Little did I know just how much! The …

Every now and then, it’s good to stretch out and treat your body to a variety of positions other than just lying on your back. That’s why, once in a while, I go for a relaxing soak at a small family-run wellness center with a thermal pool and a hot tub. A big advantage is the ability to reserve a time slot, allowing me to enjoy peace and privacy. The entire pool, along with all its amenities, is all mine. I can bathe naked, free my body from unnecessary burdens, and devote myself fully to relaxation. This peaceful atmosphere is further enhanced by softly playing music and the bubbling of the hot tub. I completely clear my mind, listen to the splashing water, and let myself float away in relaxation. My favorite part of the pool is where bubbles rise from the bottom, gently gliding up the insides of my thighs all the way to my pussy. It’s not uncommon for this bubbly tickling to provoke me into masturbating. And that’s one of the reasons why I’ve been visiting this charming place for years—where I can do whatever comes to mind without inhibition and relax in every way. But as we all know, when you’re doing something nice or enjoyable, time flies by much faster than …

Somehow it’s become a rule for me that whenever I go to an event, a birthday party, or just a regular bar, after a while everything starts revolving around sex. I can’t even imagine one without the other anymore. This pattern has followed me since my very first party, and it hasn’t failed me even on a single sweltering day when my partner and I headed to a bar in the afternoon to cool off a bit. We were sitting in the outdoor seating area; the sun was shining beautifully, and we were cooling off with draft 10° beer. We had plenty to talk about, so time flew by until the beer started to take its toll and I began running to the bathroom every few minutes. The walk from the outdoor seating area through the bar became more difficult and longer with every glass I drank. And since, to my partner’s delight, I was dressed like a slut and, in that heat, was wearing only the bare minimum to keep from being naked, I couldn’t escape the leering glances and comments from the reveling regulars. Most of them were nice, but occasionally there were some crude remarks, which I took more as a compliment than as an insult. It didn’t bother me, because it served its purpose. When I was …

I’d been feeling restless since this morning, and I knew I was going to need to really give it a good workout today. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I tried to think about all sorts of things, but my thoughts always ended up on sex. “I can’t go on like this—I have to get off!” I thought to myself, and pulled out my vibrator to give it a good going-over. I really gave myself a good ride and hoped I’d finally calm down and be able to focus on everyday things. But the opposite was true! Those few orgasms only intensified my desire for a man. Now I felt like I could even ride a broom. I reached for my phone and called my partner to ask when he’d be back. Unfortunately, I found out it wouldn’t be until late afternoon. Oh man! I had to think of some work to take my mind off my perverted thoughts. But no matter what I did, I saw a dick or a wet pussy in everything. It was clear to me that if I didn’t have a good fuck with a guy, I wouldn’t make it. But wait until the afternoon? The thought was horrifying! Then a saving idea struck me. I grabbed my phone and texted my lover to ask if he’d like to spice up his morning and stop by for a bit. His reply came …

Traveling by train isn’t exactly a mode of transportation I can’t do without. But sometimes there’s no other option, and then you just have to embrace the adventure. My partner and a friend left midweek for the cabin to repair the roof, and since the car was packed to the brim with materials and tools, I had no choice but to stay home. I wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, because I like to lend a hand, and I often found myself wondering if they needed help with anything. I was assured several times that they didn’t, that they had everything they needed, and that so far everything was going according to plan. And unless an unexpected problem arises, they’ll be back home on Sunday. It’s not that I was exactly bored, but I was getting tired of being home alone, so I decided that if the weather was nice on Saturday, I’d take the train to their cabin and surprise them. Then I realized it wouldn’t be that easy, because the train station is still a few kilometers from the cabin, and I’d have to call my partner to pick me up at the station. I had planned to bring some snacks and drinks to make their work a little easier. “Oh well, I’ll call him when I’m on my way, …

I decided to take a break from everything for a while and clear my head. Even though I don’t like winter, I booked a week-long stay in the mountains with the idea of taking walks in the area and relaxing in the hotel pool. Nothing physically demanding—and above all, “no thinking.” No work, no socializing, no sex. That’s why my luggage contained only the bare essentials, mostly for leisure activities. At the last minute, I realized that for everything to go exactly as I’d planned, I’d have to leave my cell phone at home. “Yeah, but how am I supposed to do that? I have to stay in touch in case something happens,” flashed through my mind. In the end, I solved this dilemma by getting a new number for a few crowns, and that was that. Now nothing was stopping me from setting off on my trip in peace. I arrived at the hotel in the afternoon, unpacked my things, took a shower, and went out for an early dinner, after which I started to feel tired from the trip. I had planned to look over a map of the area and find out more about what the hotel had to offer, but I told myself, “The morning is wiser than the evening,” and went to sleep. The first day of my stay went …

Sometimes things turn out differently than you imagine. Even a seemingly innocent invitation for a drink can lead to unexpected fun. And that’s exactly the kind of situation I found myself in when I accepted an invitation from an acquaintance who just wanted to sit down and chat. I assumed that, as in other cases, he’d want things to go a little further, so I dressed accordingly. The catch was that I had no idea until the very last moment which bar we’d go to or where we’d be heading, so I couldn’t dress too outrageously, as if he’d picked me up on the side of the road. The only thing I knew was that he had trouble with his legs, so I wore sheer stockings and open-toed pumps so he could enjoy the view. At the agreed-upon time, I was ready and waiting for him to pick me up. I thought we’d go to some place downtown, but he headed in the completely opposite direction and pulled over outside town at a plain old pub. “Do you mind if we go here?” he asked me, and I could tell he was a little nervous about my answer. “No, not at all. Quite the opposite. I don’t like those modern, sterile places full of snobs,” I replied enthusiastically and got out of the …

Most parties start with people getting to know each other over drinks to help them relax and overcome their initial shyness, followed by casual fun with participants splitting into themed groups and eventually pairing off with the prospect of a pleasant end to the evening. It doesn’t even matter how many people are at such a party, but rather what the entertainment consists of. And even though I thought games for teenagers were a thing of the past for me, I was proven wrong. At one such party I was invited to—held at a friend’s apartment—we didn’t need to get to know each other first, so we could jump right into some laid-back fun. There were six of us there in all, each with a partner. We knew each other, but we’d never been together like this before. Everything was lighthearted, and nobody took anything too seriously. We drank whatever anyone had brought—mixing drinks as we went—and the non-alcoholic beverages seemed to vanish right before our eyes. Our host’s wife noticed this and asked my partner if he’d help her bring more drinks up from the basement. He readily agreed, and in the meantime, I went to take a leak. That evening, I was wearing nothing but a  …

A vacation doesn’t have to be expensive at all. All it takes is some rest and a few new experiences. Between work and responsibilities, life becomes monotonous and fatigue builds up. So my partner and I decided to take a break and head somewhere abroad to clear our heads and experience a different culture. And to avoid the last-minute vacation rush, we chose a date in late spring. By that time, our chosen destination was supposed to be pleasantly warm. The preparations went smoothly and as expected, so we were already looking forward to the trip to the airport. My partner got “travel fever” and didn’t sleep a wink the night before we left. He kept going over and over in his mind whether we’d forgotten anything and figured he’d catch up on sleep on the way once the excitement wore off. The moment we finally settled into our seats on the plane, our roles were reversed. My partner’s eyes were slowly closing, and before we even took off, he was already asleep, while I, on the other hand, started to get nervous because I hate flying. For me, it’s the most unpleasant part of a vacation. Once we reached cruising altitude and everything finally settled down, I was able to …

Even though it might seem strange, there are times when I’m not in the mood for any company and I make time just for myself. I want to free myself from all obligations, create a pleasant atmosphere, watch porn, fantasize, and indulge in pleasure on my own terms. I don’t want to hear or see anyone; I just want to be alone with myself, my own lover. While it can’t be compared to traditional sex, it brings me a completely different kind of satisfaction, which I shape according to the feelings and ideas that come to me as I go along. Often, it’s a session lasting several hours, during which I don’t skip a single spot on my body, bringing me a blissful experience. It’s not about coming quickly, but about arousing myself slowly and passionately with obscene fantasies—ones I’ve experienced or would like to experience. And with a glass of something good to drink and the right porn... But as is often the case, time is my greatest enemy, and since the best way to end these games is to fall asleep, exhausted, with my hand in my wet lap, the best time is early evening, when I expect the surrounding activities and distractions to have died down. And just when that moment …