This book is the ninth 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

Dunja & the Redlight

The sun was burning down with all its might. It was a nice Thursday afternoon in the middle of June 2009, I was bored and sunbathed in the garden. I was off this week.

I was 26 years old then. I had a boyfriend who was in his early 50s. He looked after me well, held me and bought me nice things. He was the result of my father's complex. We liked each other, but it wasn't love, we both knew that. And it was okay with us. But he had little time for me at this stage of our relationship. Ralph was the area manager of a major German insurance company and was on the road a hell of a lot in this function.

Ralph got me a job in the insurance company. A typical 9-5 job. At that time I was often alone at home above ground. A year ago I moved in with him, to Berlin Dahlem. A beautiful big city villa with pool and double garage. I had a very steep social advancement behind me. In my youth we lived in the Märkisches Viertel, then I moved to Marzahn. Well, frankly, it was a council flat. I was not able to choose the location at that time. But now I had arrived in the chic Schickimicki quarter, high class. I hardly knew anyone here, and I beat time to death.

Again and again a thick fly landed on my left inner thigh. I was lying in a bikini on the sun lounger, reading a book. But this intrusive fly disturbed me. She kept crawling over my shapely thighs.

I was in very good shape then. 76 kg of concentrated lust and sensuality spread over 162 cm. My E-cup was not just big, my breasts were often described as powerful. My green-blue eyes shone like stars at night - as long as I was in a good mood. And my long, blond dyed hair matched my distinguished pale skin. Ralph loved me, especially my appearance. And I did, too.

With every touch more and more through the fly on my thigh, I became more and more excited. I liked to touch myself, since Ralph was usually never there anyway. I began to stroke myself without noticing. My long artificial, decorated fingernails caressed my legs tenderly. Again and again. Until I finally realized how much I was agitating myself.

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