The quiet May evening ... darkens, and the sun is dimly burning on the horizon with a huge red disk ... it no longer shines ... but it is mesmerizing ... We are approaching a small wooden house ... this is my summer cottage ... I take you hand in hand, and we silently walk along the path paved with stones, each thinking of his own, but about the same ... There is a smell of a fire and grilled meat ... neighbors celebrate the holiday, make a kebab.

The door opens, and we enter a dark room, smelling of wood and some grass ... it is wormwood - its bunches are hung on the walls - from evil forces. You get scared and try to escape, run away, but I hold you tight, and now you are pressed to the wall ... the smell of wormwood worked ... and where did the witch force go? You quickly weaken in my arms ... and now you answer with your lips to the touch of my lips ... I hug you tighter and tighter ... lips open ... we merged into a deep kiss ... Loud music is heard from the street and laughter ... people are walking. I finally let you go and close the door ...

It becomes quiet and completely dark. For some time we are standing nearby, holding hands ... I hear your breathing fast. Your chest touches mine ... and I feel your heartbeat. I lead you to the room. The smell of wormwood disappears, and, emboldened, you firmly squeeze my fingers ...

A dim yellow light glows in the room, flowing from nowhere and creating ghostly shadows in all corners ... quiet music is playing, something foreign ... wine stands on the small round table and high glasses ... and that's where the light comes from ! On the table, in beautiful wooden candlesticks, two candles are burning ... tongues of flame swaying and trembling, their light fascinates you, and you stand with your eyes wide open, looking at the fire ... and your lips also seem to be burning with a red flame on your beautiful face . I pour the wine, in a dim light, it seems almost black ... and draw you a glass. We drink brotherhood, and you look me straight in the eye ... I can not stand it and I look away. Kissing I sit down on the sofa and drink wine straight from the bottle ... We sit nearby, chatting about something, I say something stupid, and you laugh ... your beautiful white teeth finally drive me crazy ... Slowly I start unzip your sweater. You are breathing hard and do not try to stop me ... your eyes are closed and long eyelashes twitch a little ... "My girl ... beloved ..." The blouse remains on the floor, and now your beautiful high breasts are almost not hidden from sight nothing but a thin black lace fabric bra ... I kneel on the floor and kiss your legs ... you lean back on the pillows ... I get higher and higher ... a short skirt almost does not interfere, and now I caress your knees. .. hips ... higher ... higher ... I stop and kiss your lips, unbuttoning the bra clasp with your fingers ... the end, she gives in and I caress your young elastic chest ... You are excited, I feel it with my fingertips ... Patience finally leaves me and I come down below ... kiss your tummy ... trying to cope with the buttons on the skirt .. In a trembling voice I whisper something tender to you ... So the skirt slips to the floor, you suddenly stop me, put your palms on mine ... reach for the table, trying to put out the light ...

You blow on the candles, but they are too far ... you blow again and again ... Finally, one tongue, trembling, goes out ... You do not have time to put out the second - breathing is lost and a low moan escapes from your lips ... On A mobile phone rings on the table, and I try to find it with one hand ... turn it off ... finally, I hit it, it flies down from the table and stops ...