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It all started in one foreign port. In which? I do not remember. That was a long time ago.
I then just completed my long, tedious study, and this was my first flight I went to navigator. The third navigator. Horrible post! You can talk about it endlessly. In short, the life of the third navigator, as the youngest commander on the ship, is to blame for everything that happens bad, even if the weather turned bad. In general, a person without the right to life. But I was lucky. The captain got good ...
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I then just completed my long, tedious study, and this was my first flight I went to navigator. The third navigator. Horrible post! You can talk about it endlessly. In short, the life of the third navigator, as the youngest commander on the ship, is to blame for everything that happens bad, even if the weather turned bad. In general, a person without the right to life. But I was lucky. The captain got good ...
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The ship was presented to the medicine for obtaining the ship's sanitary certificate. The doctor has got, do not bring the Lord! Outwardly very impressive 30-year-old woman. Large such. With curvaceous shapes. Pretty pretty. But harmful and picky dope.
For more than two hours, an important heron walked around in a dazzling white coat, putting her nose into all the cracks. The chief mate was already in preinfarction state. Even I got it.
Now, imagine the picture. This snow queen is standing in the middle ...
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For more than two hours, an important heron walked around in a dazzling white coat, putting her nose into all the cracks. The chief mate was already in preinfarction state. Even I got it.
Now, imagine the picture. This snow queen is standing in the middle ...
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continuation of the story "Rat for the Snow Queen".
In life, absolutely everything is interconnected. And this story does not want to end. When the problems with the sanitary certificate successfully resolved, suddenly, the question arose. Are we pigs? Victoria Nikolaevna did not go to work the next day. She took sick leave. Having phoned to the victim, and having asked for a visit, with great difficulty having asked for it, we decided to pay a visit. Fortunately, she lives with her 5-year-old daughter in a small apartment near ...
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In life, absolutely everything is interconnected. And this story does not want to end. When the problems with the sanitary certificate successfully resolved, suddenly, the question arose. Are we pigs? Victoria Nikolaevna did not go to work the next day. She took sick leave. Having phoned to the victim, and having asked for a visit, with great difficulty having asked for it, we decided to pay a visit. Fortunately, she lives with her 5-year-old daughter in a small apartment near ...
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The story is not really quite erotic, but I was asked to put it on the reading court, which I do. The story continues to be written under the working title Tunguska. Although Tunguska also has a very remote relationship. Those readers who are waiting for wild orgies and unrestrained sex are not here. Although I added a story with inserts of erotic content so that it would not be a shame to post it on sexitails. But once again, the idea is far from erotic, although gender issues and gender reassignment ...
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“No, not all the same: two are better than three. Three still interfere with each other, often not able to figure out what to do, everyone is in a hurry to grab more, climbs forward, and it turns out a mess ... In the literal sense of the word. And two - just right. "
Ornella Grieg lay on her back, her left hand under her head, and idly looked at the bed reflected in the mirror: pillows at the headboard, pillows in the legs, a blanket on the floor, and sheets play its role. Lying to the left, Glenn wrapped his head, or he loves warmth ...
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Ornella Grieg lay on her back, her left hand under her head, and idly looked at the bed reflected in the mirror: pillows at the headboard, pillows in the legs, a blanket on the floor, and sheets play its role. Lying to the left, Glenn wrapped his head, or he loves warmth ...
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Summer. Actions took place in a small town Podolsk. Marina from 3 years was engaged in gymnastics. When the girl grew up she went to the cheerleader in the hockey team "Lions". Marina became the captain of the cheerleaders team. And there she met Egor-captain of the Lions team. He is a brutal young man of medium height, pumped up. Many girls stared at him, but not one could not kiss him. When they first met, Egor was walking around the ice palace with a workout, and Marina with ...
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Marina captain of the support group of the “Bears” club. Egor captain cold / to "Bears. It was winter when Egor and Marina met. Egor came from a training session and saw Marina, she was upset about something and did not look at her feet. When Egor almost reached Marina, she inadvertently slipped and nearly fell, Egor managed to catch her Marina was in his hands, their eyes met. Finally, Yegor began the conversation: “Hi. Hello,” Marina replied, embarrassed. - I'm Egor ...
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A joyful melody played on the phone. Kate reluctantly stretched out her hand to the table, picked up the phone and turned off the alarm. Outside the window it was already getting light, and the phone’s clock showed half past eight in the morning. Yawning sweetly and stretching, the girl got out of bed, put on her slippers and went to the kitchen. Connecting the kettle, she took out a cup of coffee and a sugar bowl from the cabinet. After pouring out the contents of the bag in a cup and adding a couple of tablespoons of sugar there, Katya went to the bathroom. Halfway through, she remembered something she didn't turn on ...
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I came to visit her, as usual, at about four o'clock. By this time, Tanya had time to finish her lunch; Her riot happened closer to the night, and the evening was a resting place. She was lying on the bed, with tangled hair, with the current drooling of her mouth and an absent look. Her surroundings didn't seem to bother her at all. I sat down and began to gently stroke her hair. How deep was she, what hell of fantasies? And what demons torment her inflamed consciousness? Sometimes a tear leaked from her ...
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There was a girl, maybe not a clever girl, but a beauty. She got into the looking glass, decided to become a princess and turn the peasants. But reality always makes its own adjustments. Men, they are terribly real and always spoil everything. Especially the girlish dreams.
GIRL WITH MIRROR BALL. Part 1
I was born in Moscow, in the mid-nineties. My family was in the deepest conviction that a real, bright life flows only in the West, at least in Europe. Taking advantage of the fact that my last name ...
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GIRL WITH MIRROR BALL. Part 1
I was born in Moscow, in the mid-nineties. My family was in the deepest conviction that a real, bright life flows only in the West, at least in Europe. Taking advantage of the fact that my last name ...
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