Dirty Minds - 12

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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 twelfth in a series. Each book contains an erotic story. These correspond in part to my life, my real experiences. The rest is overhead cinema. 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

youthful sins

"Honey, I want you to be honest with me all the time. You can tell me anything. And I mean really everything with it" - my husband let me know. I looked up in amazement. Martin was sitting next to me on the couch. "Yes, of course, I always am."I answered him and was eager to see what he wanted to get out of it.

"Promise?" "Yes, I promise!" "Please swear to me that you're always being honest with me, honey!" "Yes, I swear!", I meanwhile gave an annoyed answer. Then I went back to my magazine. I didn't even notice how Martin got up. "So, and now put your magazine away." He had his laptop in his hands and started a video clip.

Suddenly I got all warm around my heart. Where did he get that from? When I was still in my training, long before we met, I was in serious financial difficulties. My money worries were so bad that I actually played in two porn productions at the age of 18.

"Please don't do that! Turn that off!"I ordered and tried to snatch his laptop. "No! I want to watch this with you." "But I don't!"I hissed back, but still sat down and stared at the screen. I was only dressed in sexy underwear and led by two black boys to a big bed.

"What were the two men's names again?"I tried hard to remember. "Ah yes, Jamal and Malcom", two GI?s stationed in Würzburg, it occurred to me again. I watched as I started blowing those two chocolate boys hard. "Oh, yes, you stallions! Fuck me...", it sounded from the speakers. "You swore to be honest!"Martin had switched to still picture, which just showed me licking one of the tails.

"Yes, I did," I admitted. "So, how many movies have you made?" "Two!" "And how many guys did you get laid?" "It must have been around 15," I replied to him. "Did you enjoy it?" Martin asked excitedly and enthusiastically. I tried to remember. "Yes, it was a great time,"I answered honestly. "You were with that weird Sebastian guy back then. Did he know about this?" "No, we had already broken up. And I just needed the money back then!"

"Okay, then further." Martin kept the video clip running. I spent the next five minutes licking African-American testicles, sucking fat cocks and being licked as well. My pussy was shaved bare and shiny pink shiny in close-ups to see. Yeah, I liked it back then. Not right at the beginning, but then it is. I myself had never really seen the two films. Only scenes that were turned off. With one of the actors, Jamal, who came from Vergina and was black as a raven, I had even met up with him privately more often and was later still friends with him.

The film had gone on. I just got on Malcom while I was getting on him with "fuck me!" screaming and cheering and jerking Jamal's fat cock off.

Martin stopped the clip again. This time the still image showed how Malcom was really deeply in it and I looked into the camera with shiny eyes and moaned passionately. "And how did you get into making movies?" "I told you I needed the money!" "No, I mean, did you know that you wanted to do something like that and then look it up in the phone book, or how do I picture it, sweetheart?"asked Martin.

"I read it in the paper."I answered truthfully again and could still remember the small ad and that I had called there.

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