How I Returned to Live in Moscow

It all started as banally as it does for everyone — at some point, I realized that guys turned me on much more than girls, and later on, I also realized that there was a girl living inside me.

In the end, my relationship fell apart and I was left alone. Suddenly, life threw me a

surprise and I started earning decent money. I rented an apartment with a view of the Kremlin and began preparing to move. At the same time, old "aches" resurfaced — the thought that I would be living alone again made me crave lingerie, bras, stockings, etc. The idea of being alone in a big apartment pulsed in my head. I went to a classifieds website and, while browsing, stumbled upon an ad — giving away women's clothes.

I contacted the author, found out what the items were, and decided to take them.

And so, I'm moving into the new apartment — my things from the old place haven't arrived yet — I don't even have a change of underwear with me — I was, as they say, in what I had on. A package with women's lingerie is delivered to me — packed properly so nothing is visible. I opened it impatiently — afraid of damaging it, but I did it quickly.

My joy knew no bounds — about 12 pairs of panties of all kinds, about 5 bras, 2 pairs of stockings, 2 pairs of tights, a bodysuit (unfortunately, I couldn't fit into it), and also a bright scarlet skirt!

— And what's our name?

— …

— Swallow it — came the command, I licked the cum off my face, and then off his cock.

— I'm going to shower, you put on everything you have, and then we'll see how our cable works in your bedroom. You have five minutes for everything, no more.

He went to the bathroom, and I, on unsteady legs, went to the bedroom. I opened the dresser, took out my entire modest wardrobe, put on the red satin panties, red bra, flesh-colored stockings, the skirt, and sat on the bed. A minute later, he returned with a tube of hand cream.

— Well, Nastёna, get on all fours, I'm going to make a bitch out of you now, so you know what it's like. — I obediently got up, he got behind me, lifted the skirt, pulled down the panties, and I felt one, and then a second finger enter my ass, and they were covered in cream. He didn't stand on ceremony for long and, without even stretching me properly, positioned himself doggy style from behind. With a sharp movement, he drove his cock all the way in, while pressing my head into the pillow and holding me down with his foot on top. It was very painful, I screamed, but the sound was muffled by the pillow. At that moment, he was already fucking my asshole vigorously. He was tormenting me, moving his cock from side to side, saying that I was a bitch and that this was the only way to treat me. There was no question of arousal, I was just in pain. And he continued to rape my ass. Then he got off, pulled out his cock, and ordered me to lie on my side with my back to him. He lifted my leg and entered from behind. It wasn't as painful anymore, he started squeezing my little dick through the fabric of the panties, and it began to get hard. Then I felt his lips on my neck. A few strong thrusts from behind, and he flips me onto my stomach without pulling out his cock and pins me down. He starts moving slowly now, continuing to whisper in my ear what a slut I am. And then I got wet and came onto myself, starting to moan. And a minute later, he came too. After that, he got up, washed his cock in the bathroom, and left. And I was left lying there, powerless, with cum dripping from my ass and my panties pulled down in the back.

That's how my life in the new apartment began.

The story is fictional, but the lingerie is real. Maybe you'll come visit me and we can look at it together? 🙂

Write if you liked it — cао.nо.slееp@gmаil.cоm