Wet tales

Roberta Valente He lay there on the bed, erect, warm, seductive. The nakedness beneath the white sheet was an enchanting sight. His gaze on my body was penetrating; I felt naked inside the transparent nightgown. I leaned lightly over him, lowered one strap of my camisole, then the other, which slid down his shivering torso. His hands now slid firmly down my back, while mine moved back and forth across the excited man's chest. I touched his neck, his nipples, while our mouths

FORESKIN Sister Danna FORESKIN Danna is tall, Danna is short. Brunette, blonde, redhead, white, mulatto or black, but in all cases, gorgeous from head to toe. Danna is all of us women who enjoy a good romp but aren't as "straight to the point" as them, the bandits, the barbarians, the Huns. Is it the atavistic instinct for species preservation that makes them think about sex all the time? By nature, we are much more romantic than our fellow planet companions, and when we see

Sister Danna The next day I woke up especially hot. Not that I was horny – although I am, very much so – but normally I could wait for the right moment to have my Reno all to myself. In truth, neither of us knew exactly who had started the game, who had noticed first that that table at the Paprika Restaurant, hidden in a corner near the wall, was perfect for teasing each other. It was probably me, since I had purposely left home wearing my shortest dress, very flowy, perfect

Sister Danna After the gastronomic and "hot" evening at the Paprika Restaurant, Reno took me for a walk along the Danube. The night was lovely, and the breeze gently lifted my dress and hair. Seeing the Parliament building hand-in-hand with my cat on that starry night was the most romantic plan imaginable. We sat on the wall overlooking the Hungarian Parliament and stayed there, talking about life. Reno put his muscular arm around me and, without me asking, gently placed his