This book is the fifth in a row. Each book contains an erotic story. These correspond in part to my life, my real experiences. The rest is a flip-flop movie. My stories are therefore a mixture of wishes, longings, real adventures and masturbation fantasies.

And now to me: I was born in 1982 in the Soviet Union. Specifically, in Rybinsk, in the sign of Sagittarius. We emigrated to Germany in 1996. Our way led us to Berlin at that time.

I am 162 cm tall and of cosy but aesthetic figure. I've got a full 95 E-cup. My hair is naturally blonde and my eyes are green to bluish. I have been wearing my hair for many years in short and in different colours.

Meanwhile I'm heavily tattooed. To my father's annoyance, I also had the back of my hand tattooed. Well, now you have an optical image of me in the stories. But feel free to introduce yourself to something else.

I hope I can give you a little joy with my fantasies and experiences and/or inspire you to erotic acts;)

Of course, I would be very pleased about a positive evaluation and recommendations. To make reading more pleasant, I write from my own point of view.

Your Dunja

My Boytoy

It was Saturday the 8th of July 2017, Hanka's birthday was yesterday. But today she wanted to celebrate this day properly. There's no time for such a party during the week. After all, it was her 50th somersault day, the most rounded number ever, reason enough for a crazy party.

I'd known Hank for two years. We were work mates. I can't say that we were joined by a great friendship. We got along well and got along well. So you could say that a friendship grew up between us.

Hanka's husband insisted on barbecuing. Despite the cold and drizzly weather. But that didn't matter, because the barbecue was in the house. It was just cold, at least for July. For a larger group of people it is difficult to cook in a normal kitchen. Hanka was therefore quite right to make the proposal. Some of the girls, including me, offered to bring her a salad. In my case, it was a Greek farmer's salad. And I can say it tasted fantastic.

At 6 p. m. the guests should serve Hanka in the evening. I was only a quarter of an hour earlier. I went to Hanka to get my salad ready and to offer her my help in the further preparations.

I've never been to Hanka before. I only knew her family from her stories. Of course, I was a little nervous too. So it's always the first time I'm somewhere. Finally, I stood with my salad bowl in front of her door and rang. After a short moment, a man opened up to me, it had to be Hanka's husband, Frank. He was quite an attractive guy, if you don't mind the prosperity belly.

As planned, I delivered my salad to Hanka's kitchen and offered her my help. But so far all tasks were already finished. After Hanka offered me a coffee, I sat down at the dining table of the family. She brought me a cup of coffee, with lots of milk and sugar, just as I ordered it. And then it happened.

A young man came into the kitchen. Only dressed with dark grey cargo pants and white stockings. He greeted me with a simple "Hi" and I answered it just as simply. But I couldn't have come up with anything more intelligent at the moment.

His naked upper body aroused the lust in me. I'd never seen such a handsome, sweet boy before. His upper body was all pale and completely hairless as far as I could see. He barely had any muscle. But he had the face of an angel and long, blond hair tips. Basically, he was a slender linnet and even slightly smaller than me.

But he had a very captivating charisma. He looked so innocent. And this innocence was the sinful thoughts that awakened in me. I felt my pulse run faster and faster. As my breathing flattened out and my crotch became quite warm and moist.

The young man was Ben, Hanka's second-born son. Hanka also had a daughter who was younger than he was. Ben had turned 16 in January 16 and trained as a banker. And from him I would have taken out any moronic loan if he would only make me pretty eyes.

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