Fucking Berlin 3

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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 third in a series. Each book contains an erotic story about the German capital Berlin. 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 perspective or from a narrator's perspective.

Your Dunja

The wedding day

Arne and I have known each other since grade school. But it took many years until we finally got together. Now we were a married couple. And our tenth wedding anniversary was just around the corner. Our everyday life has long been a victim of routine and boredom. I have always been a sexually open-minded, hungry and modern woman.

The occasional domestic standard sex became increasingly boring. Arne knew that too, of course, but it was ok for us in the everyday life of social constraints. After all, we led a good, bourgeois life in the suburbs.

Arne wanted to come up with something very special for me on my tenth wedding day. He knew the books I had read. He knew the websites I surfed on every day and which movies inspired me to do my masturbation. It was Friday night. A tepid evening in August. Arne has come up with something exciting and extravagant for me.

Like every morning Arne left the house to go to his job at a big bank in Berlin Mitte. We sat together at the breakfast table in the kitchen and talked about the daily routine and our wedding day tomorrow.

Dunja:"Remember that we have ordered a table for tomorrow at Alessio in Charlottenburg".

Arne:"Yes, I know. Dinner at 7:00 pm and then to the opera at 9:00 pm. It's all clear so far, I'm ready".

Dunja:"Hopefully the play won't get boring. It's our tenth wedding anniversary, after all. That would be a disaster ".

Arne:"We'll see then. Speaking of boredom. I have prepared a surprise for you, my darling ".

Dunja:"What a surprise"?

Arne:"You'll see it when the time comes. I have to get to work. I'll give you one more thing first. But please remember that. This surprise is optional and not a must, I just want to try something new.

Dunja:"What do you want? I don't understand anything ".

Arne:"You'll see soon."

Dunja:"I'm curious".

Arne got up and grabbed his jacket and his file folder to drive to work. He took his keys and smiled at me with a mischievous smile. He gave me a tender kiss before he walked out the door to the bank. When he stood in the doorway, he talks to me again, because I shrugged helplessly with my armpits.

Arne:"Go into the bedroom. There's something on the bed for you. I'm waiting for a message from you, dear.

Arne left the house and left me without a plan. Curious, I went straight up to the bedroom. I found a box there. On it was an envelope for me with "read me" on it. I drew my face and immediately opened the envelope.

It said there was written:

"Hello, my darling,

are you ready to climb a new level of sexuality with me, a new level...? I want to give you an experience ".

I rushed over the letter and came straight to the most important points.

1. in the box in front of you there are clothes. You will put these on and make up your face in a provocative and seductive way. I want you to look like a cheap streetwalker to me.

2. you will arrive at the named time at the indicated place.

3. you will be willing to me. Without asking questions and answering back.

Fourth, you're going to have sex with other men.

5. if you agree to these points, send me a text message with Yes. But remember, there's no going back for you. If you agree, we'll take care of it.

My heart was racing. Uncertainty and deep excitement spread throughout me. Should I really dare this adventure? I've never had sex with more than one man at a time before. I was indecisive and deeply torn apart.

A thousand thoughts and pictures shot through my head. How will this happen? Am I safe? What men are they? Strangers, or do I know them? I was incredibly curious but also hesitant. Again and again I repeated the last sentence. "Remember, there's no going back for you." I really wanna think about it. The sweat was on my forehead, the adrenaline was pumping through my body. And I felt my tender little girl's pussy getting wet just by reading these lines.

After several hours of thinking, I sent Arne a text message as he wanted it to be. A text message with yes, I had agreed to Arnes conditions with an agitated heart.

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