Doctor ... are you suffering erotic dreams? The patient ... Why torture?

I. DREAM FLASH

Maniac

No one at home. Mother - at the grandmother, father - on night duty. Sveta finally did her homework, rather to the computer. We must see what's new on the Internet, she climbs on her favorite site with erotic stories. Her eyes are burning, her hands tremble with excitement. The Internet has become her drug, she is looking forward to ten o'clock in the evening to get there. Everything attracted her with the label “sex”, and she especially loved stories, and was excited by them, she herself wrote stories in which she did all sorts of different things, the most harmless of which was having sex, with boys, about whom in life it was possible only dream. She liked a lot of people, but the label attached to her by a pupil and an exemplary girl did not allow anyone to approach her, she really wanted the boys to behave with her as well as with the other girls. Rather, they didn’t pay attention to those she liked.

And this evening she read another story, he had a very strong effect on her, her hand automatically reached for a cleft between her legs and began to stroke her. Sveta read the story and it was salivating at the seductive pictures of the story. She was almost on top of sexual sensations, when the lights went out, the computer turned off. Either the cork flew out, or everyone turned off.

In the inflamed brain of Sveta, one thought ... “I want! Boyfriend Now or never! ”Instinct was now above all.

Not controlling herself, she grabbed a knife-knife from the kitchen and, as she was, in a short home-style skirt and old shirt jumped out into the porch.

She glanced round and listened. Somewhere someone has a TV, and so - silence.

Svetka, looked out of the entrance. Dimka Yarchenko returned from a parallel class, a well-built brunette, with naughty whirlwinds on his head, who lived on the fifth floor.

“Of course you don't want me,” she thought. - Well, who will ask you?

Sveta hid under the stairs, pressing the knife to her chest, feeling its cold blade. Heart pounded, trying to jump out of the chest, every second seemed like an eternity.

Creaked code lock. Here he goes, unsuspecting, sweetie, sexy. Sveta presented how he hugs her and his warm, comfortable member enters her flaming hungry gut.

Dimka passed by without noticing her. Come on, Svetka, come on, he will leave and everything, you should sit in the old maids!

Breathing intermittently, Grid jumped out like a cat from her shelter, pounced on Dimka from behind and, putting a knife to his throat, dragged him under the stairs.

Dimka was not distinguished by his cowardice, but a sudden attack paralyzed him, he felt hot intermittent breathing behind his back.

- Who are you? What do you want? - Dimka squeezed hoarsely.

Svetka lost her head from his voice. She opened it to her, squeezed and became clumsy kissing passionately. Then she began to caress him, sentencing ...

- My dear, pretty, I need you, you, I love you, I want you ...

It came to Dimka that Sveta is an excellent student. This thought pierced and shocked him. Instead, there was another ... "I will fuck with a pupil, and she will rape me." The excitement of Svetka, clumsily caressing him, tickling his back, stomach, chest, nipples biting him (she had already managed to unbutton his clothes).

Dimkin's hands came to life, and by themselves they climbed Sveta under the skirt, he began to knead her ass, losing control of himself. He felt that his penis were already tight and the eggs were beginning to stupidly hurt.

Svetka's hands suddenly slipped into his pants, unbuttoned his fly and removed his household to the light of day. The girl, frantic with passion, lifted her skirt, tore off her panties and began to sit down on her penis, which she managed after several unsuccessful attempts.She moaned from the pain and tried to get off, but Dima did not give her, tightly pressed to her and began to move his penis in the moist hot vagina Svetka, listening to new sensations. The unusual situation affected him, tickling nervous tension went all over his body, merry colored circles danced before his eyes, he either snarled, or moaned, threw a sticky stream into Svetka and lost consciousness. His partner just started to get her share of the buzz and was unhappy. But then it dawned on her what she did. She looked at her pants lying on the floor, at her thighs ... for some reason there was no blood, then she turned her eyes to Dimka, who was sliding down the battery. The horror pierced her ... everything is now either to her or him - a colony for juvenile delinquents, shame on the whole school, district, parents' grief, and also pregnancy can be for complete happiness. There is no better way to die than to see it all. She picked up the Finn and plunged Dimka, he cried out softly and fell silent. Then she pulled out a knife and put it to herself just below the left breast. The hand trembled. Sveta hesitated. But suddenly, with all his might, he thrust a blade between the ribs. The knife entered her body with a strange rattling sound ...

Happy end

... Svetka startled in a cold sweat. Call! She turned off the computer and rushed to open. On the threshold stood Dima. Alive and unscathed. She pinched herself, touched her ribs. There were still pictures of a nightmare before my eyes. Then she looked at Dima ...

- You ... you ...

- Yes, I, and what surprises you so?

She again looked at him blankly ...

- So under the stairs there was nothing ...

- Under what stairs? What are you talking about? I generally wanted to ask you for a chemistry book. I called you, but it is useless.

- And I fell asleep at the computer ...

- You had a nightmare.

- Okay, take the chemistry, come to understand me.

- Okay.

She returned with a notebook and looked Dima in the eye. They shone with something good, joyful, tender.

- Dimochka, honey, I'm so glad that everything ended well.

She suddenly could not stand it, firmly hugged him and stuck to his lips. Dimka penetrated her mouth with her tongue, hugged her waist, and so, without stopping, she went upstairs to Dimka.

Ii. Foggy sleep

Camille

I'm waiting for the moment when she finally gets out of the bathroom. Twilight reigns in the room, there is champagne on the table, grapes in the vase of her favorite variety “Isabella” presented to her by one of the fans, two candles and two dark blue glasses of smoky crystal. Some kind of mystical slow music is playing. The bathroom door opens slowly, a slightly illuminated puff of steam comes out, then she, Camilla, in a silk black robe with a geometric pattern on the hem. On its head there is a construction of wet hair wrapped with a towel, similar to the Egyptian crown.

Her gray eyes look like cats, she is as elegant as a cat. From her emanates a sweet smell, like the inviting smells of the east. She comes up to me, sits down next to me, and sends a bunch of grapes in a bright red mouth, drinking it down with prudently open champagne. I feel the heat of her heated body after the bath, and here my lips touch her lips, my tongue climbs into her mouth, I take out a grape from there and eat it. My mind is already clouded, although I almost did not drink champagne. Not knowing what I am doing, I pour my glass into the cut of her robe. She angrily jumps up!

- What are you doing?

- Now I'll fix it! - I say and untie the belt of the robe. Then I begin to lick the wine flowing through them from her delicate neck, collarbone and rounded breasts.

She protests, but I apologize and continue my work. She also lights up, her fingers are soft and strong at the same time crumpling my back, she bites my ear,

Why do I feel some tickling stimulating currents in the whole body.

I greedily wrinkle her breasts, the same as her favorite grapes - ...