Intimate stories from life 18. Dirty stories and short stories

Here you can enjoy not only a thrilling, scary 18+ story without censorship or hidden meaning, but also feel the emotional outbursts of the main characters, their experiences, fears and desires. Feel with them the whole palette of emotions, because everything that is written here happened in reality in real life. Allow yourself to relax and enjoy the juicy story sent to us by our readers. This is not vulgar fun, there is no script or feigned emotions, only life and only trash. Life itself shows us various aspects of the presentation of mysticism.

If you are in this section, then you already know exactly how your night will go. The hottest and most frank are waiting for you horror stories for adults. Each of us has different stories happening in our lives, bad, good, funny and scary. We've collected everything horror stories 18 plus which you can now read at night.

The husband comes home from work and hears his wife’s moans coming from the bedroom, walking towards the room he saw a terrible picture.... This is exactly how your story or your neighbor’s could begin, do not forget to send us your stories from adult life.

Attention, there is profanity here, believers in God should strictly not read this apocrypha! I warned you if anything happens.

The bald, unshaven man found a “thorn”
I went to heaven with this item,
They laughed for a long time, as if they were children,
All the devils and gods are hanging in the toilet!

A rehash of an old ditty in the right way.

The fraudster and champion of deception of all times was driving in a car and saying to a decorated student walking down the street: “Hey, baby, how are you? It’s so hot in here, jump in my f***ing car, I have a f***ing ton of money!” She saw a wad of money as thick as her wrist, but she didn’t want to sit down with this sugary stoner, you never know what he’d want. Maybe he's a maniac or some kind of rich pervert? One does not interfere with the other, rather the opposite.

Next time you want a better life, think twice. Are you strong enough to sit on your newfound throne of incredible happiness? Will those bridges that you so recklessly burned behind your back be needed? I didn’t ask myself such difficult questions, and here I am now – a cleaner at a train station in the beautiful city of dreams.

When my father, between regular trips to the prison, finally got drunk enough to become delirious and left the window, a terrible realization came that in the muddrifts of Magnitogorsk I was destined to perish, like entire generations of the same ones, born with the hope of the best. In the end, I not only did nothing to move away from the already predetermined scenario - everything went along a deep rut, where even moving a millimeter to the side costs incredible effort.

Prologue
While I was in school, I kept a terrible secret. My friend's great secret.
His problem was that this illness was stressing him out a lot. Harley tensed up when I asked him about it. Harley tensed up when I thought about it (and he knew I thought about it).
His fears about his shortcomings interfered with his life. Because of this oversight of nature, he suffered for many years. He was just shy. He was afraid of publicity.

Prologue
I see the smiles of my children. And I understand that they are up to something evil.

Homer Simpson

Chapter 1
(He has never knocked on this door so hard before)

The last time something like this happened, his Sarah was smoking weed in the backyard of the school, and the teachers who saw it called home.
His wife, who had cancer, could not cope with yet another stress that her daughter gave her. The tumor burst a couple of days later and the father was left only with his child.

Dear readers, I understand that after reading this vomit, in comparison with which even the Green Elephant is resting, you will immediately want to kill both of its authors in the most brutal ways possible, and the prototypes of this slop too, but keep in mind that this is punishable by the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. Well, now you can calmly read on an empty stomach!

If you add a little imagination, it will be delicious! Tastes like grass in dog diarrhea!
The cook from the movie "Pandorum". That's the gist of the story in a nutshell.

Once upon a time there lived Ivan Tsarevich and Vasilisa the Beautiful. Everything was fine with them. Ivan Tsarevich was serving, and Vasilisa the Beautiful was busy around the house and doing handicrafts. Vasilisa the Beautiful was good to everyone - she was beautiful, and smart, and she cooked, and kept the house in order, and did various handicrafts. Only I didn’t give it to Ivan Tsarevich.

No matter how much Ivan Tsarevich asked, he didn’t give and that’s all. Maybe it hurt there, or maybe there was no hole at all. Nobody knows this now. Or maybe she just didn’t like this job.
This was hard for Ivan Tsarevich, but there was nowhere to escape, because Vasilisa the Beautiful was his legal wife. And over time he forgot about this matter.
How much or how little time has passed - I don’t know. But only trouble came to their kingdom. The Serpent-Gorynych got into the habit of destroying villages in the Kingdom.
Then the good fellows gathered to drive away the Snake, and put Ivan Tsarevich in charge. And they went to look for the Snake. They walked for a long time. Half the army was confused. They reached one village, and all that was left of the village were broken stoves. They see the Serpent-Gorynych sitting in a field outside the village, waiting for them.
When the good fellows saw the Snake, they got scared. Some people ran away and hid behind the hummocks. Only Ivan Tsarevich remained in the field opposite Zmey-Gorynych.
And they began to fight tooth and nail. Only Ivan Tsarevich sees that he cannot defeat the Snake. The strength is already running out. He began to slowly retreat towards the forest. Then evening has already arrived. Then Ivan Tsarevich decided to wait out the night in the forest, and then return back for a new army.
He began to look for a place to stay for the night and wandered into a swamp. And wherever it goes, it drowns everywhere. There's no way he can get out.
Ivan Tsarevich became completely sad. And the Snake did not win, and even got lost in the swamp. He became completely ill. He sat down on a hummock and hung his head.
Suddenly he hears someone’s thin voice: Warm me, Ivan Tsarevich, warm me up.
He began to look around and saw a frog sitting on a hummock and looking at him.
Who are you - asks Ivan Tsarevich.
The frog is green - she answers. I want affection and warmth, and this business.
“You’d better take me out of the swamp, green one,” Ivan Tsarevich tells her, “I feel really bad.”
I will, but with one condition: love me as I am, green and cold.
How I will love you, you don’t even have a hole.
And you take out your stuff, I’ll open my mouth wider, and push me deeper.
Ivan Tsarevich was frightened; the frog was cold and green. What if he bites? Or I’ll catch some infection from the swamp.
The frog sees that Ivan Tsarevich is thinking and says: If you think long enough, I’ll gallop off into the swamp.
It was difficult for Ivan Tsarevich to decide, he remembered Vasilisa the Beautiful, who did not give him the undefeated Snake, and decided: come what may, there will not be two deaths, but one cannot be avoided
- Open, he says, your mouth is green.
He shoved it all the way into her mouth. And the frog was just waiting for this - let’s try. Ivan Tsarevich even closed his eyes with pleasure. His seed, accumulated over the years, spilled out.
He opened his eyes, satisfied, and instead of a frog, a girl was standing on her knees in front of him and pressing her cheek to his leg. Ivan Tsarevich stroked the girl’s hair.
And she raised her head and, smiling gently, said: Stay with me, the morning is wiser than the evening. Ivan Tsarevich hugged the girl and agreed. And they began to love each other. All the desire that had accumulated in both of them spilled out. And then, hugging each other, they fell into a sweet sleep.
Early in the morning, Ivan Tsarevich got up, straightened his shoulders, and he felt at ease, as if a large stone had been removed from him. He went into the field, picked up a sword and defeated Zmey-Gorynych.
read

On Sunday we celebrated my daughter's birthday. there are a lot of people, my wife and I are very tired... After the guests leave, I stand in the kitchen. My daughter is in my arms. My wife is doing something on the table, standing with her back to me. I was about to say, I don’t remember what, I forgot, to be honest, right away... I open my mouth and... my wife turns at that moment and inserts a baby bottle of milk into my mouth.
As it turned out later, it was a pure reflex. The milk went first
caught an open mouth...

Kick, Yesterday I was getting ready to go home in a hurry and didn’t turn off the computer (the sound is not turned off in ICQ). Some infection decided to add me to its contact list at 2 am. I think you know what the sound is. In short, the security company notified me about this - an acoustic sensor was activated, which only reacts to the sound of breaking glass. I had to come to work...

Regarding this, let me tell you one mini story that happened when buying rubber products in one stall, most likely in some Tmutarakan alley.
So here it is. To a rather pressing question about the expiration date of foodstuffs, the seller of that stall, and he was of a typically Caucasian appearance, gave a strikingly laconic and, from a certain point of view, correct answer:
- One time.

I remembered a story on the topic of the Russian language (translation), maybe someone hasn’t heard...

At a time when American films were just beginning to appear on
vast expanses of our big country, when translators translated films from
"clothespin on the nose", saw a wonderful scene...

Just now.
I'm driving to work and there's a traffic jam ahead. I pull up and slow down
and... I fall headlong on the steering wheel with laughter: the car in front has a license plate
e666an.
Oh, and the guy with the number was unlucky!

Yesterday I saw enough German trash. The battery burst today. I’m sitting with my ears in the water and wondering whether I should call a plumber or not...

“I would have lit it up like that with that blonde,” said Lyosha

What the moron?! They're both blondes, which one? - Misha said indignantly

Yes with anyone!

And I liked the curly one better, well, the one that is Lesya, cool chick

Let's agree to meet with them again? - suggested Tyoma

Let's! - Misha agreed

Suddenly Tomka’s cell phone rang loudly, we ran behind the house so that they wouldn’t know that we were eavesdropping.

Hello - Toma said in a whisper - Tomorrow? Yes, we can! At nine? Okay, agreed, let's go, bye!

What did they say? - I asked

They invited us to go for a walk tomorrow!

The next day, putting on high-heeled shoes and short skirts, we went to the boys and had a fun evening. Looking at Misha, I felt something strange, I had a whole bunch of guys. I changed them like gloves, but I didn’t feel anything for any of them like I did for Misha. The boys treated us to pills, after trying them, it was like a light bulb exploded in my head and everything became so bright and rainbow

So how? - Misha asked

Super! - I answered - Give me more!

Misha gave me more

The next day he called and said that he wanted to date me, I agreed. All week he behaved like a true gentleman, looked after her beautifully, and gave flowers. Once, when we were returning from Kano, a guy on a moped rushed past us and splashed me from a puddle, I stood all wet and dirty

Damn! - Misha said with regret - Let's go to my place, you can wash your things there!

And we went to Misha’s house, he threw my things into the car and gave me his used T-shirt. We sat on his sofa, swallowed pills that made everything look rosy, and kissed, kissed for a long time, then he threw me on the sofa and took off his T-shirt, I understood where everything was leaning

Misha, Misha, wait! - I tried to stop him

Don't be afraid! - he smiled - I have rubber bands!

That's not the point! You just understand, I’ve never had this before!

Misha couldn’t even say anything at first

So what are you, virgin or what?! - he shouted

Well, yes! - I answered embarrassedly

So why did I waste my time on you!

Misha, does it really matter whether you are my first or not?

It has! I don’t need any extra problems! I already deflowered one chick, so she started crying, and all these tears, drool... and then she told her mom. Mom also came to find out... in short, I then decided, no more virgins!

Misha, well, I’m not going to tell my mom anything!

Well, damn it, this is me, what happens, in vain the steward gave Kolyan for splashing you...

What?! - I didn’t understand him - Did you set it all up?!

What did you think! What should I have told you to your face Lesya, come and fuck me! I don’t understand at all, if you’re a virgin, why the hell are you acting as if all the men in the city have taken you away?!

I just have that kind of character! - I answered

And Tom, is she also a virgin? - he asked

No, Toma is no longer a virgin!

Great! I liked Tomka too, you of course more, but who knew that girls like you might not be tough...

Give me some pants! - I interrupted him - I’ll bring it to you tomorrow!

Misha gave me his jeans. I put them on and ran home. I cried non-stop for several days, but I love him, and I’m ready to do anything with him! I have already been offered to do THIS so many times, but only with him am I truly ready for THIS. A month passed, I still didn’t fulfill my promise and didn’t give Misha the clothes, and an interesting situation happened with my clothes, which I left in his typewriter... two days after this all happened, someone rang the doorbell of my apartment, I opened it, but there was no one behind it, but on the threshold there was a bag with my clothes. And so, a month later, I was sitting in my room, my mother and my father were talking about something in the kitchen, I rarely listen to their conversations, well, by chance my ear came across my father’s voice, or rather, what this voice was saying

By the way, can you imagine, Kravtsov’s youngest daughter got pregnant! - he told his mother

Tamara?! - she was surprised - She and Olesya study in the same class! Horrible! And from whom?!

I have no idea, he won’t tell!

I jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran to Tomka. All the way to her I thought why she didn’t tell me anything, since we shared everything with her since childhood. I still remember when we were 9 years old, she and I locked ourselves in my room and I taught her how to kiss because... She didn’t know how to do it herself, but she really wanted to try.

Hello Tom! - I said entering the threshold of her room

Hello! - she answered dryly, lately she had been talking to me in such a dry tone, I couldn’t understand the reason

Tom, I want to say...that I know everything!

Is it true? - Tom screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks - Lesya, forgive me, please forgive me!

For what? - I didn’t understand her

Well, for everything...for Misha...

What about Misha? - I didn’t understand her

How? You said that you know everything!

I know that you are pregnant!

Lesya, but you don’t know the main thing, from whom

It seems I’m starting to guess from whom... - with these words I left Toma. Toma had an abortion, after the abortion she came to me

Lesya, I want to change! - she said - I want everything to be different!

Tom, you’re right, it’s not healthy to live like that! - I found a pack of “next” cigarettes in my hiding place and flushed it down the toilet. From that day on, everything became different, I understand what a bastard this Misha was, but I still can’t cool down towards him, and Toma still can’t forget the stress that she had to endure during the abortion.

Beautiful blonde I was sitting next to Borya when I entered the room. Since Borya is not my competitor in appearance (but, unfortunately, not in bed), the first thing I asked him, taking him aside, was whether he was with her and, of course, whether he would mind... I was lucky - Borya with He hasn’t been to her yet, but he’s against it - it’s as if he doesn’t care, he can wait. I don’t remember how I rejuvenated her, but that same evening we, three couples, lay down in the same room, on different beds. The sleeping places were covered with curtains. Vitya was lying with Kenya, Borya was with Tanya, I was with the new blonde. The beginning was good - she began to perform “miracles” with her tongue, licking me from head to toe. A couple of minutes after we lay down (so that the creaking of the beds and various sighs did not hurt the ears of neighboring couples, music was playing) I attempted an “invasion” - first I probed the entrance with my fingers and felt something: I took out someone’s full stinky sperm condom! The excitement disappeared as if by hand. Confused, I raised the condom in front of her nose and asked
- What is this? (and abruptly threw the condom on the floor)
- I don’t know, I watched the video yesterday and fell asleep (and blushed deeply, deeply)
I quickly jumped up (it finally dawned on me what I had taken out of there), and after getting dressed, I went to the washbasin. She got dressed and ran after me. Someone, Borya or Vitya, shouted mockingly, “Why are you so fast?” I wanted to immediately tell how she stopped me and asked me to be silent and not tell anyone (so I listened to her... while she was washing herself, I told everyone everything and asked not to laugh). We went to the sink, I washed my hands and led her into the shower. I walked into the room, and from the laughter that was difficult to contain, she guessed that I had spilled the beans. No matter what, we slept with her, and in the morning she disappeared.

To Natasha girlfriend arrived. Cute. I just went in to spend the night (usually I slept there with Natasha’s neighbor, Tanya, just like that, without full contact) and, seeing my girlfriend lying freely, I lay down next to her (without saying hello or name...). At night she did not resist for a long time (or rather, she did not resist at all), and in the morning we finally met - it turned out that her name was Valya, she came to have an abortion. If it’s an abortion, then it’s an abortion, I said, and when leaving I asked Valya to come again when she wants, i.e. when it heals. Strange, it healed within a couple of days. Apparently I really wanted to. But personally, I was busy, and I lost interest. And my friend, Sasha, immediately agreed. In the morning - everything was covered in blood, the whole bed was covered in blood (and I didn’t tell him that I was with her - why spoil the relationship and impressions). In short, I thought it was a girl. But I was embarrassed to ask. I told him that she had an abortion two days ago, and probably not the first.

Larisa. I wanted to go to the village to visit a friend, I was waiting for the bus. She stood nearby and also waited. The bus didn’t show up, but word by word we went to the dorm... I’ve never seen such a monster in sex. We didn't sleep all night or, on the contrary, slept 7-8 times. In the morning she said that for the first time she was tired of sex in her life (at 17 years old?). I took it as a compliment. During the week I spent with her, I came as many times as I did in the next 5 years of my life. She talked about her life - she started masturbating at the age of 13, if she doesn’t masturbate at least three times a day, she doesn’t feel well, at 15 she was raped by a neighbor, to whom she just went up for a cup of coffee, she’s not interested in anything except sex, she never cooked eat, never cleaned it up. The fact that she doesn’t know how to cook showed up immediately - she ruined my scrambled eggs. The mess in her apartment was also surprising - you can only move with long steps, stepping over piles of garbage and unnecessary things... We were once on vacation visiting Sasha and his girlfriend. Got drunk. Larisa put forward an ultimatum - either I leave or Zhanna (Sasha’s friend) will go into the shower with her to make love. Zhanna (a devout girl, a Catholic) was in such a state that she took this news as a joke and we persuaded her to take a shower with Larisa. The girls left. After a while, Larisa flies in, not in herself, when asked where Zhanna is, she replies that she doesn’t know where this fool is... she ran away from her to an unknown location... Larisa falls on the bed and falls asleep. We go to look for Zhanna and find her in one of the corridors of the dorm, all in tears and afraid for no apparent reason. They listened - Larisa, as soon as they entered the shower (a common shower in the dorm, it was lucky that at the moment when they entered there was no one), closed the common shower doors and attacked Zhanna - she began to tear her underwear, kiss between her legs, and moan ... and Zhanna, naturally, resisted. Then the girls started knocking on the door - why did they lock themselves there? Zhanna broke free, opened the doors and ran away... Zhanna was calmed down and returned to the room. I lay down next to Larisa, who was sleeping with a show-off, and there was “not enough room” for me - the drunken nymph bit and scratched during sex (apparently out of anger, it didn’t work out with Zhanna) and haunted me all night...

Young accelerator. A girl of about 16 came to visit a mutual friend, her height and weight were higher than usual... She was pretty, studying to be a cook at school... We got drunk together and Borya arranged for me to have a separate room to spend the night with her. Everything would be fine, but the girl seemed to fall in love and after the first night she wanted a second, third... But I had to go on a business trip for a few days, so we broke up. A few days later I arrive, she seems to be waiting for me (she seems to be in love). None of my friends say anything to me, and I, naive, think that everything is fine and spend the night with her as usual... The next day she leaves home, says that she will arrive soon, but I already feel something is wrong... Something has come through three days when the faucet began to leak and my panties began to get dirty. It was the first time I had gonorrhoea, I cured it on my own, consulting with friends. I found out that during my departure there was a line to see the “supposedly in love accelerator” - Borya, Sasha “Greyhound”, Armenians and others (I don’t know the others). Everyone except Borya got sick. We got sick from one of those on the waiting list (like Armenian, who was also infected by someone and did not recover). She, of course, never came again.

Lilya. Male character, beautiful, strong, “kept” almost the entire dorm in fear. We drank together a couple of times, but the opportunity to get to know each other better came when she quarreled with her friend - she herself invited me to her place. I didn’t need to hint for a long time then - if I liked a girl, then I showed activity myself. I couldn’t stand the marathon that she demanded for complete satisfaction, so we didn’t suit each other in bed. Once again she made peace with her friend (a gigolo, a drunkard, who was in her employ) and we remained good friends. Subsequently, she married my classmate, my roommate in the institute dorm. She had a beautiful friend, I don’t remember her name, but according to her stories she loved men very much. She introduced us in absentia a long time ago. One evening she brings this friend, and I bring my friend (who later married Lila) and we have no choice but to lie in pairs in the same room to the sounds of Doctor Alban (popular music at that time). Yes, men in that friend’s life do not occupy the last place... Less than a few seconds after we lay down, we had already started “racing” - wait until the neighboring couple fell asleep; the friend would not have had the patience... It’s a pity that the case didn’t brought me together with this friend again - perhaps in a separate room I would have been more relaxed...

Nurse. Borya met them on the street during the city holiday (Kyiv Day). He introduced me to a nurse, her name is Irina. We took a walk and agreed to meet in a couple of days near the metro. I drove up on a motorcycle (I had a Java at the time). She had just finished her 24-hour shift and really wanted to sleep. With the condition not to pester me, I took her to my dorm to rest (sleep). I did not fulfill the condition - the resistance was active and I remember that the activity of resistance grew into an active attack as soon as I touched the clitoris with my finger. It's like I pressed a button! After the first contact, just to relax, she changed her mind, had a smoke break, told me a story that I was her second (and why do girls tell this? I never ask, but I listen to these revelations from every second one - they probably justify not being a virgin) Then we again slept together and broke up. Strange, she left neither an address nor a phone number... and never appeared again.

Vika. This girl loves to fuck, knows how to fuck, literally her whole life is to fuck! She “made” me in the bathroom, then in bed, then in the country... We made love under the blanket, while she was smoking and talking with friends who came in at the wrong time through the open door! They didn’t even notice - they thought we were just lying (I pretended to be asleep) We didn’t agree on the time of the process - she needs a marathon, at least two hours and immediately, in the first episode! I can’t even spend five minutes in the first episode, and I’m reluctant to go to the second or third with my now “ex” friend.

Youngsters. I was lying in a room with three girls, i.e. I was lying with one, the other two were lying on adjacent beds. It was about one o'clock in the morning. Borya came in and asked me to help him go unload the car, which supposedly came with some kind of goods and urgently requires unloading... It turned out that this was just a false reason to pull me out of the dorm - on the street he said that two young girls were waiting for us at his friend’s apartment . No one has ever been with the one who will be with me (-clean, I checked it myself-, Borya probably thought to himself then). We went into the apartment, the girls (about 14 years old) lay and watched a video - porn. I silently lay down with mine (without saying a word - I already had this experience once), settled down behind me, did my job (under the blanket) and fell asleep. In the morning I woke up before everyone else, and after saying goodbye to Borya, I went about my business. I never saw those girls again, but I remembered this incident because I got clap again. This time the treatment was more painful - without undergoing tests, I recovered on my own, but as it turned out, I simply healed the disease. A few months later, for no apparent reason (I didn’t sleep with anyone without a condom at that time), I started leaking again. I passed the tests, received a prescription and was cured with more potent antibiotics... Borya suffered from gonorrhea (and not only) chronically, so these diseases did not affect him...

Mandavos and scabies. Half the dorms were itching, at first it was scabies, then they began to find lice... It’s nonsense that mandavos are transmitted only sexually - my friend Sasha and I picked them up then for no “apparent reasons” - we didn’t sleep with anyone (that’s what happened sometimes, there were no suitable girls), and I caught pubic lice... I carried scabies into my student dormitory, infecting all my neighbors and friends. Everyone was happy - firstly, they gained experience, and secondly, spending two hours before bed really calmed the nerves and distracted them from insomnia. They were treated for scabies with sulfur ointment. From the mandavos - with a close shave and kerosene.

Borya. Walking sex, but without brains. A person of Caucasian nationality (like me). He sleeps with everything that moves - with beautiful girls, with ugly girls, with handsome and ugly boys (blue). Since 15 years in prison, diagnosed with kleptomania, car theft. At 30, he was released and ended up in Kyiv, to live with his brother. There, in Kyiv, I accidentally “came across” this hostel of the Kyiv shoe factory. And he dragged me...