Hello, how are you guys doing after so long. Well, I'll tell you that in this case I need your help, maybe more than anything from the female sector. It's been a while since I've been writing some short erotic stories for my girlfriend to read at a bar when we go out. But I think I'm not hitting the mark, and last night she told me they're more for me than for her, like they're more fantasies of men than women, and I'd like them to appeal to her and not just me.
Well, thank you in advance to whoever dedicates a few minutes to reading it and FUNDAMENTALLY returns a constructive critique on how to orient it to a female audience. Thank you again and you'll know to excuse my lack of 'all' literary knowledge.
Paula lived in a quiet neighborhood. From a while back, she had noticed that a neighbor walked an adorable little dog, and since she loved animals, this one had fallen very charming to her. After some time, following the leash, she found something charming about his owner too. Every afternoon around seven o'clock, she would pass by the sidewalk in front of his house and stop next to her pet that sniffed everything it found on its way. Sometimes Paula sat on the threshold of her front door, waiting for her slutty, after investigating her tree and those of her neighbors, to come back inside. On one of these occasions, she saw her neighbor who lived almost opposite her house, a few meters away. He had only worn a short and Hawaiian shirts along with his faithful companion. They stopped at the corner as always, while he wrote some text messages on his cell phone, Paula couldn't help but look at him. His back was completely straight, and this one was going to be retrousted up to the waist. The arm seemed to be carved from a rigid material like stone, not due to excessive muscle mass, but it didn't yield an inch to each of the dog's tugs trying to reach a tree that was a few meters away. He put his cell phone in his pocket and walked a few steps more, guided by the dog, until he reached the desired tree. Now she could see him from the front, pure fiber. From where had this neighbor come out, Paula wondered, how could it be that she had never seen him? With such a spectacle of virility, she got distracted losing sight of her slutty, who took advantage to move away further. She stopped and walked towards where she remembered she had gone last time, already several minutes ago. While walking, looking for her, she discreetly turned her head towards where her neighbor was, looking for some glance or perhaps, why not, a greeting. She didn't receive anything from all this, only her slut who when she ran towards him and together they entered his house.
A few weeks later, Paula had arranged with her friends to go to the weekend house of one of them in Chiacras. Although summer was ending, that weekend the climate helped with almost 31° temperature. The land had a small cottage in front, with a fairly large kitchen-living room, a bathroom and a bedroom; at the back was the barbecue area with a quincho and in the middle the star of the place, the pool, quite large, almost disproportionate to the house and the quincho. The girls arrived after midday, the owner of the house showed them around and told them to leave their things where they wanted. They approached the quincho and left their backpacks on the table, while the owner of the house had gone inside to look for some glasses and a bottle to start the afternoon. The girls began to take off their clothes and were left in bikinis, three of them wore culottes, while Paula and the owner of the house had tanga suits, something that Paula liked, since she knew it would suit her better. As it was still early, they decided to stay a bit longer under the shade of the quincho, settled into the recliners, some closer to the table, perhaps to have the bottle within reach, and others on the edge of the shadow, letting the sun rays hit their legs.
The heat made the bottle not last long and faster than they had thought, they moved on to Campari. Paula, with her freshly prepared Campari glass, where you could still see the pure colors at the ends of the glass and a small gradient in the center, stood up and walked towards the pool stairs and under one step, to feel the water temperature. It was perfect. She put the glass on the edge and jumped into the pool. - Come on girls, this is beautiful. - While the most cautious one looked at the clock, the others got up, without letting her say anything, and went to touch the water with their fingertips. from the foot. At that moment, the afternoon began in the pool, some jumped into the water at the cry of bomb!, Splashing everyone, while others went down more cautiously by the stairs, trying not to get their hair wet, which they had previously tied with a rubber band.
After this initial euphoria and almost empty Campari bottle, each one had settled around the pool to take sun. Paula was lying on her back, resting on the thermal slabs and supporting her head on the towel she had rolled up as a pillow, when she heard a noise that seemed to come from the entrance, but didn't give it much importance, not knowing that it had been generated by a pack of boys entering.
Casually or perhaps calculated with an engineering precision, her brother had invited his friends to spend the afternoon at the swimming pool, without knowing that his sister had invited her friends.
The boys greeted each other in general and left their things in the house before coming out in Bermuda shorts and with some beers in their hands they were taking from the tap. At first, there was a certain tension on the part of the hostess towards her brother, but it went away over time. Paula couldn't believe what she saw; one of the boys was her neighbor. She didn't know if he would recognize her. She turned her head in the opposite direction to the barbecue where the boys were gathered, closed her eyes and continued taking sun. She could hear how between silences, probably because they were talking about some of the girls present, bursts of laughter almost universally broke out.
She fell asleep for a few minutes, losing consciousness, until some drops that she felt extremely cold fell on her body scorched by the sun. She woke up abruptly and turning her head in one movement looked at the pool that was already full of boys by that moment. Excuse me, it was me. The neighbor said as he approached the edge where Paula was. It's okay, no problem, I just fell asleep and got ' Woke up the cold water. –Answers Paula surprised by that first contact. The neighbor leans on the edge of the pool and begins to talk to Paula, who seemed not to have recognized him. –So you fell asleep under the sun? –Asks his neighbor something surprised.
–Yes, yes, I was comfortable.
–Eye on the sun, did you put on sunscreen? –Asks him.
–Yes, yes, that's what I did first. Even though I should do it again, just in case. Am I getting a tan? –Asks Paula, turning her body halfway around. Behind the sunglasses, the neighbor couldn't look at such booty.
–No, you don't have a tan. Do you want me to find the sunscreen?
–Give it to me, please. –And immediately he gets out of the pool to get the sunscreen. This situation excited Paula and while she continued to watch her neighbor, she adjusted the towel she was using as a pillow.
He approaches with two Campari glasses and the sunscreen in his pocket. –Imagine you were thirsty, maybe. –And Paula accepts the glass with a smile. –Don't I get the sunscreen? –She says, collecting her hair and leaving her back free. He kneels down beside her and puts some sunscreen on the palm of her hand and began to rub them together, one against the other, while Paula rested her head on the improvised pillow. She closed her eyes and waited for the first contact, a bit anxious. He started by placing his hands on her waist, which surprised her and took away her breath. A stranger was passing his hands over her and this somehow excited her, even though it was her neighbor, until that day they hadn't spoken to each other. She felt like his hands were tracing her back from top to bottom and side to side, almost like a massage, but she felt there was something more, maybe it was the lustful eyes of her neighbor or those of his friends who were just a few meters away, watching how the champion of her friend had convinced that lady to let him put sunscreen on her back in less than 5 minutes, or perhaps... those of some of his friends who with certain envy watched the show. At a moment I stopped feeling the contact of his hands on my back and after a brief pause it returned to feel the contact, this time on my thighs and slowly began to climb up the hands until they reached my Booty that slowly recorried with circular movements, once and again, to lower from a movement down my long legs until reaching my ankles, which with his hands could practically cover them completely. Again, I put something more of protection and starting from the shins began to climb up very slowly, enjoying every inch of body traversed. Paula at that moment didn't give any more, was completely excited and didn't care who was around her. When reaching my thighs, I slightly inclined my heels outward which took care of opening my legs slightly, offering in this way for his hands to pass through the inner face of the thigh until where he considered necessary. First, I passed one of his hands timidly, and then with the palm of the hand facing outwards and the fingers backwards passed deeply his hands until reaching a few centimeters from my vagina, to take them directly onto my Booty and repeated the movement several times, while Paula felt the force of those hands, the hands of her neighbor, opening her legs once and again, waiting for him to lose his head and with his fingers brush against her vagina. Finalized this, Paula, without lifting her head thanked the favor, closed her eyes and continued taking sun. Her neighbor returned with his friends who received him with laughter and congratulations that Paula could hear.
Well, thank you in advance to whoever dedicates a few minutes to reading it and FUNDAMENTALLY returns a constructive critique on how to orient it to a female audience. Thank you again and you'll know to excuse my lack of 'all' literary knowledge.
Paula lived in a quiet neighborhood. From a while back, she had noticed that a neighbor walked an adorable little dog, and since she loved animals, this one had fallen very charming to her. After some time, following the leash, she found something charming about his owner too. Every afternoon around seven o'clock, she would pass by the sidewalk in front of his house and stop next to her pet that sniffed everything it found on its way. Sometimes Paula sat on the threshold of her front door, waiting for her slutty, after investigating her tree and those of her neighbors, to come back inside. On one of these occasions, she saw her neighbor who lived almost opposite her house, a few meters away. He had only worn a short and Hawaiian shirts along with his faithful companion. They stopped at the corner as always, while he wrote some text messages on his cell phone, Paula couldn't help but look at him. His back was completely straight, and this one was going to be retrousted up to the waist. The arm seemed to be carved from a rigid material like stone, not due to excessive muscle mass, but it didn't yield an inch to each of the dog's tugs trying to reach a tree that was a few meters away. He put his cell phone in his pocket and walked a few steps more, guided by the dog, until he reached the desired tree. Now she could see him from the front, pure fiber. From where had this neighbor come out, Paula wondered, how could it be that she had never seen him? With such a spectacle of virility, she got distracted losing sight of her slutty, who took advantage to move away further. She stopped and walked towards where she remembered she had gone last time, already several minutes ago. While walking, looking for her, she discreetly turned her head towards where her neighbor was, looking for some glance or perhaps, why not, a greeting. She didn't receive anything from all this, only her slut who when she ran towards him and together they entered his house.
A few weeks later, Paula had arranged with her friends to go to the weekend house of one of them in Chiacras. Although summer was ending, that weekend the climate helped with almost 31° temperature. The land had a small cottage in front, with a fairly large kitchen-living room, a bathroom and a bedroom; at the back was the barbecue area with a quincho and in the middle the star of the place, the pool, quite large, almost disproportionate to the house and the quincho. The girls arrived after midday, the owner of the house showed them around and told them to leave their things where they wanted. They approached the quincho and left their backpacks on the table, while the owner of the house had gone inside to look for some glasses and a bottle to start the afternoon. The girls began to take off their clothes and were left in bikinis, three of them wore culottes, while Paula and the owner of the house had tanga suits, something that Paula liked, since she knew it would suit her better. As it was still early, they decided to stay a bit longer under the shade of the quincho, settled into the recliners, some closer to the table, perhaps to have the bottle within reach, and others on the edge of the shadow, letting the sun rays hit their legs.
The heat made the bottle not last long and faster than they had thought, they moved on to Campari. Paula, with her freshly prepared Campari glass, where you could still see the pure colors at the ends of the glass and a small gradient in the center, stood up and walked towards the pool stairs and under one step, to feel the water temperature. It was perfect. She put the glass on the edge and jumped into the pool. - Come on girls, this is beautiful. - While the most cautious one looked at the clock, the others got up, without letting her say anything, and went to touch the water with their fingertips. from the foot. At that moment, the afternoon began in the pool, some jumped into the water at the cry of bomb!, Splashing everyone, while others went down more cautiously by the stairs, trying not to get their hair wet, which they had previously tied with a rubber band.
After this initial euphoria and almost empty Campari bottle, each one had settled around the pool to take sun. Paula was lying on her back, resting on the thermal slabs and supporting her head on the towel she had rolled up as a pillow, when she heard a noise that seemed to come from the entrance, but didn't give it much importance, not knowing that it had been generated by a pack of boys entering.
Casually or perhaps calculated with an engineering precision, her brother had invited his friends to spend the afternoon at the swimming pool, without knowing that his sister had invited her friends.
The boys greeted each other in general and left their things in the house before coming out in Bermuda shorts and with some beers in their hands they were taking from the tap. At first, there was a certain tension on the part of the hostess towards her brother, but it went away over time. Paula couldn't believe what she saw; one of the boys was her neighbor. She didn't know if he would recognize her. She turned her head in the opposite direction to the barbecue where the boys were gathered, closed her eyes and continued taking sun. She could hear how between silences, probably because they were talking about some of the girls present, bursts of laughter almost universally broke out.
She fell asleep for a few minutes, losing consciousness, until some drops that she felt extremely cold fell on her body scorched by the sun. She woke up abruptly and turning her head in one movement looked at the pool that was already full of boys by that moment. Excuse me, it was me. The neighbor said as he approached the edge where Paula was. It's okay, no problem, I just fell asleep and got ' Woke up the cold water. –Answers Paula surprised by that first contact. The neighbor leans on the edge of the pool and begins to talk to Paula, who seemed not to have recognized him. –So you fell asleep under the sun? –Asks his neighbor something surprised.
–Yes, yes, I was comfortable.
–Eye on the sun, did you put on sunscreen? –Asks him.
–Yes, yes, that's what I did first. Even though I should do it again, just in case. Am I getting a tan? –Asks Paula, turning her body halfway around. Behind the sunglasses, the neighbor couldn't look at such booty.
–No, you don't have a tan. Do you want me to find the sunscreen?
–Give it to me, please. –And immediately he gets out of the pool to get the sunscreen. This situation excited Paula and while she continued to watch her neighbor, she adjusted the towel she was using as a pillow.
He approaches with two Campari glasses and the sunscreen in his pocket. –Imagine you were thirsty, maybe. –And Paula accepts the glass with a smile. –Don't I get the sunscreen? –She says, collecting her hair and leaving her back free. He kneels down beside her and puts some sunscreen on the palm of her hand and began to rub them together, one against the other, while Paula rested her head on the improvised pillow. She closed her eyes and waited for the first contact, a bit anxious. He started by placing his hands on her waist, which surprised her and took away her breath. A stranger was passing his hands over her and this somehow excited her, even though it was her neighbor, until that day they hadn't spoken to each other. She felt like his hands were tracing her back from top to bottom and side to side, almost like a massage, but she felt there was something more, maybe it was the lustful eyes of her neighbor or those of his friends who were just a few meters away, watching how the champion of her friend had convinced that lady to let him put sunscreen on her back in less than 5 minutes, or perhaps... those of some of his friends who with certain envy watched the show. At a moment I stopped feeling the contact of his hands on my back and after a brief pause it returned to feel the contact, this time on my thighs and slowly began to climb up the hands until they reached my Booty that slowly recorried with circular movements, once and again, to lower from a movement down my long legs until reaching my ankles, which with his hands could practically cover them completely. Again, I put something more of protection and starting from the shins began to climb up very slowly, enjoying every inch of body traversed. Paula at that moment didn't give any more, was completely excited and didn't care who was around her. When reaching my thighs, I slightly inclined my heels outward which took care of opening my legs slightly, offering in this way for his hands to pass through the inner face of the thigh until where he considered necessary. First, I passed one of his hands timidly, and then with the palm of the hand facing outwards and the fingers backwards passed deeply his hands until reaching a few centimeters from my vagina, to take them directly onto my Booty and repeated the movement several times, while Paula felt the force of those hands, the hands of her neighbor, opening her legs once and again, waiting for him to lose his head and with his fingers brush against her vagina. Finalized this, Paula, without lifting her head thanked the favor, closed her eyes and continued taking sun. Her neighbor returned with his friends who received him with laughter and congratulations that Paula could hear.
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