Dirty Minds 4

Dirty minds – 4

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preface

Dear readers,

Thank you for purchasing my book.

My name is Dunja Romanova. With this book I would like to share my lust and sexuality with you.

This book is the fourth in a 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

The "Eros" and I

It was springtime, in 2016, when the flowers sprouted and the bees danced through the air. Nature awoke, and the emotional world of many people blossomed, as did my own. Time for new feelings, time for love and time for sex. But there was no love for me.

In November 2015 my boyfriend broke up with me (maybe I'll tell you why in another book). For me, a lot of things changed during that time. I was supposed to move in with him a while ago. Now I slept at home with my father in the Märkisches Viertel. I tried to live my life as before, to get normality into everyday life in order to process our failed relationship.

At that time I drove back to work and back every day for three quarters of an hour. From the "märkischer" to Berlin-Mitte. That's where I worked. Every day on my way to work and back, I saw an advertising sign "Erotic Center-Eros" from the street. Every day my path led me past it. And my curiosity grew with every day. As a single I needed contact and variety, some fun.

But it took some time until I really decided to visit the "Eros". After all, you don't know who you will meet there. Would you know anyone? Would people be sympathetic or unpleasant? Maybe even creepy? Or would you find someone you know privately? That would be very embarrassing.

But my decision matured more and more. And at the beginning of May it was time. It was Friday morning, I took a bag with me that I put in the car. I couldn't go there in my work clothes. So I packed up a few things. A black mini skirt and a pink net top. In addition, half high black pumps with straps and pink fishnet stockings.

Right on time at 5:30 p. m. I had to call it a day. My colleagues said goodbye to me with best wishes for the weekend. Before I hit the "Eros", I wanted to eat a little something. I therefore visited another KFC branch near by. Then I set off on my way.

It was about 6:20 pm when I reached the industrial estate where the "Eros" was. I was looking for a remote parking lot to change my clothes. I parked on the curb of a side road running between a large corrugated iron hall and a car wash. I tried to change in my car with as little attention as possible. It's not that easy in an old Peugeot 206, but sometimes I had to get out of the car to move. But nobody seemed to see or observe me.

I took the make-up out of my handbag and put the finishing touches on it. Red lips, smokey-eyes and lip gloss had to be there. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. I was arguing with myself. My eyes looked at me reproachfully and joyfully at the same time.