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Dirty minds – 7

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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 seventh in a row. Each book contains an erotic story. 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 point of view.

Your Dunja

The Avenger and the Fucker

Thursday, 09 April 2015. One day to forget. If you could. It's been a terrible day for me. My boyfriend at the time found out I had cheated on him. More by chance, not because he would have noticed something. Frank was a smart man, but he was never particularly attentive.

Actually, I was happy with him. He looked good, had a job where he earned well and he had something on his mind. But what he didn't have was the special equipment I needed. Frank didn't have a micropenis, but with just 15 cm it was hard for him to satisfy me. I enjoyed the togetherness with him. But the sex with him was less exciting. He couldn't give me what I wanted or needed.

In March I met another man. His name was Yves. Yves came from Côte d' Ivoire. He originally came as a refugee and has been living in Germany for a few years. He worked in a burger shop near my place of work.

Yves was a man's dream. He looked good with his shiny white teeth. His skin was dark brown. He was tall and had a sturdy figure. He had always shaved his head.

Yves and I threw us some meaningful looks. I could see the lust in his eyes and he saw the curiosity in my eyes. And when the opportunity arose, he wrote his cell phone number on a napkin when he was serving me.

Of course, I was wondering for a long time if I should meet him. But at the beginning I didn't have any doubts about writing him at least once. Our contact developed quickly. And Yves made his intentions quickly clear. I liked the way he talked and wrote to me. Trying to flirt with me, trying to turn me on. It was a wonderful feeling to be so coveted and enchanted.

And as they say, opportunity makes thieves, or flings. Frank and his buddies went to a soccer game. He was a fan of Hertha BSC Berlin. With his friends he often went to away games. After a long delay, I took the opportunity to meet Yves.

Like a little girl, I texted him excitedly. I was very nervous. After all, I was unsure whether or not I should dare to do it all the time. I loved Frank. But Yves was a delicious temptation. A temptation made of 190 cm chocolate, with an animal charisma. A temptation I just couldn't resist.

Yves invited me to his house. We had already clarified our expectations for each other in our SMS flirts. He knew I was forgiven, and he wasn't interested in a relationship. We both knew we were just gonna have sex. That's what made us so appealing. Sex without obligation.