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They say every story teaches something. I do not know what this story teaches. Perhaps the fact that even a quiet and faithful bride is able to surprise. Or does this only concern my bride?
I remember the hotel was cozy, but small. And as in all small hotels, the bar closed earlier than we would like.
Only I, my bride Larissa and some elderly couple remained at the bar closing.
Larisa looked at me with love, looked up from the bar and, staggering, headed towards me, stretching out her arms for a hug ...
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I remember the hotel was cozy, but small. And as in all small hotels, the bar closed earlier than we would like.
Only I, my bride Larissa and some elderly couple remained at the bar closing.
Larisa looked at me with love, looked up from the bar and, staggering, headed towards me, stretching out her arms for a hug ...
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Summer evening, heavy pre-storm stuffiness crawled into the open window shrouding in sticky moisture.
Hugging my knees, I sat on the couch, I was bad. Big eyes framed by long eyelashes went out, thick hair did not look ashen, but dull gray, lifeless sad strands hanging down over shoulders. I glanced at the window with anguish, listening intently to every rustle in the yard. I know he will come soon, he promised, he never deceives. Bring a dose, the world will shine again with all the colors of the rainbow ...
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Hugging my knees, I sat on the couch, I was bad. Big eyes framed by long eyelashes went out, thick hair did not look ashen, but dull gray, lifeless sad strands hanging down over shoulders. I glanced at the window with anguish, listening intently to every rustle in the yard. I know he will come soon, he promised, he never deceives. Bring a dose, the world will shine again with all the colors of the rainbow ...
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The narrow gorge, framed by impregnable sharp peaks of the cliffs, was a refuge where defenders could hold a siege for a year. And exterminate the attackers one by one. Such a narrow path was covered with fine sand. Henry was expecting to see a cave, but the path expanded, turned into a hall without roof framed by rocks. The main fisherman and he, the main hunter, wrapped in a raincoat, sat on a rock. Kdila was as calm as an elephant. - Greetings, oh, messenger of the moon! - in his words sounded ...
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With this story, I complete a cycle of stories about my wife. After reading it and my previous stories, you can compare where my old stories were real and where are fictional. But there were a lot of real things, believe me, it is simply impossible to write such things without having experienced a lot. And one more nice bonus, you can not only present my Marinka, but also see her, but about it after.
More than eight years have passed since our wedding, our boy is already six. Now, looking back, to me ...
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More than eight years have passed since our wedding, our boy is already six. Now, looking back, to me ...
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Irina led us to the first floor and led us to one of the rooms. The room was a comfortable sofa opposite which was a coffee table. On the side and slightly ahead on the floor was a fak-car simbian. From which protruded the head of the phalos and was a massager for the clitoris. On against the sofa on the wall hung a huge screen. There was a double bed by the wall; another had a bar and a chest of drawers. - Get settled on any of the chairs, you can take a drink in the bar, there are also snacks. - Irina waved to me ...
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- I quit. - Rita took me off on Monday getting into the car. - Why not. What's wrong. - I was surprised. - Yes all. This bitch Elsa said that she had a lot of two secretaries and wanted to transfer me to the junior managers department. Salary is two times lower, more work. You see, I am not an EU citizen, but I only have a residence permit and a job. Creature. - Rita took out a pack of cigarettes from her purse, and nervously lit it, although she smoked quite rarely. - Yes, let's go ...
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- To learn erotic massage? - Christine asked, as if coming out of a state of thought. - Well yes. Yesterday was a relaxing massage, and today, if you want, you can develop and supplement the theme, ”Vika said, lubricating her hands with cream. - Oh well. Let's try. What exactly do I need to do? - For now, just watch how we are doing with Ira. Then we will tell you a little theory and you will try on the model. But try with some restrictions. - Who...
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Well, it was necessary for me and her to find each other ...
Already during the wedding, when I had to remove the bandage from the bride, I was kneeling in front of her, she bent down and whispered in my ear: - Do not lift the dress high, I am without panties ...
And in this rhythm all the years of living together. Sex in nature, in the fitting room of a clothing store, in the fitness jacuzzi, in a car near the cinema. And once, together, visited the nudist beach. My wife often went in stockings and no panties to work, and spoiled me with indecent ...
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Already during the wedding, when I had to remove the bandage from the bride, I was kneeling in front of her, she bent down and whispered in my ear: - Do not lift the dress high, I am without panties ...
And in this rhythm all the years of living together. Sex in nature, in the fitting room of a clothing store, in the fitness jacuzzi, in a car near the cinema. And once, together, visited the nudist beach. My wife often went in stockings and no panties to work, and spoiled me with indecent ...
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My wife and I went, by car, to another city. At a very important meeting. Important for both of us ... On the way, we talked to her about our favorite topic with her, and in the intervals between the conversations we listened to the radio ... And now about the sports news ... Russian artist Fedor Pavlov-Andreevich, who climbed naked into a glass box near the museum in the United States, said he just wanted to arrange a performance. According to the man, the antics was part of the action "Foundling", which lasts for two years. - It was a conclusion ...
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The period when we were at the joint stage, with my wife, fantasies, was for us one of the longest and most emotionally spectacular. In it, any conversation, or the behavior of the spouse, could, in a flash, lead us to incredible excitement. That, in turn, opened up the expanse for creativity ...
Gathered with your favorite shopping. We are going in the car. We talk. - What are these tights on you? - It's leggings. Yesterday bought. “Are you cold in them?” Autumn after all ...
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Gathered with your favorite shopping. We are going in the car. We talk. - What are these tights on you? - It's leggings. Yesterday bought. “Are you cold in them?” Autumn after all ...
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