This book is the first of a whole series. 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

Daddy's best friend

It was in May 2005, my father was formerly a soldier in the Red Army and was stationed in Berlin. But after his release from military service he had to look for a civilian job.

However, this was not a big problem during his training. He has been working as a mechanic for many years now in another position in a mechanical engineering company in Berlin. Far away from the military. But he has never lost contact with his former comrades.

A few of his former colleagues came to visit again and again. Those who came here wanted to stay in Germany for the long term. One of them was daddy's best friend, Ivan. He had a son, but his mother had sole custody. She lived in Berlin.

Ivan was born in 1962, only a few years younger than my father. He was a handsome man, about 190 cm tall, with a sporty figure. Ivan had blonde hair and blue eyes. He came from near St. Petersburg.

I hadn't seen him for almost ten years, but I remembered that I was afraid of him as a child. Maybe it was just because I was a coward. But maybe I was just afraid of him because he looked so big and strong as a child from my point of view at that time.

My father told me that Ivan was coming to visit. He wanted to spend a few days with my father and visit his son. I was looking forward to his visit because I knew that this time I wouldn't be afraid of him.

On May 13th, shortly after 7:00 pm the doorbell rang. It was Friday. At that time, we lived on the sixth floor of a large block of flats in the Markish quarter. It wasn't the nicest area, but it was our home back then. I looked through the spyhole.

A tall man stood outside the door. It was Ivan. Unfortunately, he was a day early. Dad didn't expect him till tomorrow. I opened the door for him.

"Hello, little girl," he said to me. I smiled at him embarrassed. We talked in a mix of German and Russian (but for simplicity's sake I only write in German). I asked him in to the door.

Dunja: "Ivan, I haven't seen you in ages. How are you "?

Ivan: "Thank you, I'm fine. I hope you're happy too? You've grown up. How long has it been "?

Dunja:"I think the last time I saw you was in 1995 or 1996.

Ivan: "How time flies. Look at you, you've become a real woman. Viktor will also be 16 years old in April ".

Dunja: "Ivan, you're early. Daddy said you'd come tomorrow and that he wanted to pick you up at the station.

Ivan: "That's right. But the airline changed the plan. That was pretty awkward for me. Where is your father "?

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