About me: Ksenia, 24 years old, higher education Slim, pretty enough, was not officially married A lot of bad habits, including the love of a good life, and sarcastic optimism.

1st day Yesterday a phone call woke me up. I looked at my watch, it was twelve o'clock in the morning. What creature calls so early? I thought and decided not to pick up the phone. After lying in bed for another half an hour, I realized that I could not sleep anymore and went to the kitchen to make coffee for myself. There was no coffee, the money ran out three days ago. A lone cockroach ran across the table and before I could decide what to do with it I disappeared behind the refrigerator. There were no cigarettes either. Offended at all, I went to bed again, but before I could get to the bed, the telephone rang again. This time I picked up the phone. It was Lenka. Her voice was cheerful and cheerful.

- Hello, Ksyusha! I’ve been trying to get through to you for two hours, ”she shouted into the phone,“ I have such a lot of news here, I’ll tell you, you will fall. ” I knew that if Lenka called, she would talk on the phone for two hours or more. Now this prospect did not suit me, moreover, after yesterday's drunk, my head ached very much. I interrupted her chatter and, making a terrible business voice, said:

- Len, I'm sorry, but I already ran.

Hanging up, I covered the phone with a pillow and went to bed. It is necessary to do something, look for money somewhere and, in general, change your way of life to hell. Then she decided to just keep a diary. I woke up at one o'clock. I usually sleep longer, but today I dreamed of such an abomination that I chose to wake up early. I do not remember the sequence of events, but, in general, everything looked as follows. The whole dream was followed by some unfamiliar Armenian with a dog who shouted:

- Devushka, I want to meet you, mena zamat Araik, and how tibe, eh? He was old, fat, already balding, and all the time he was trying to bite my heel. And then the lap-dog spun under his feet and yelped without stopping. Then an old woman appeared from somewhere waving a twig and started screaming:

- Here I am chichas I will blow away, the bitch is lascivious, she did not run around the peasants. The milk on the lips of ishsho is not dried, but there too - you can eat your dog. I will pick up your skirt and fall asleep right on the street, Shtob was dispelled. Look, boobs zagilila strasnitsa!

So they screamed the whole dream from two sides. And towards the end, the Armenian completely became impudent and crawled under my skirt. The old woman also screamed:

- So its a whim, so, and then quite insolent, soon as Bugs

with Bobby in the street ibatsya be! And she also climbed under my skirt, but from the other side. In this situation, I did the best I could - I woke up.

“Well, damn, this kind of garbage will dream,” I said quietly, looking at the ceiling. I knew that the coffee was over, so I was in no hurry to get up. Finally, bracing myself, I got up and went to the bathroom. Fortunately, the hot water was not turned off for a month as promised. And I did what was most reasonable in this case - I took a full bath of hot water, got into it and relaxed. Of course, I like the shower more. Trickles of hot water that beat against the skin, and then gently and gently flow along it, personally excite me more. I am ready to sing from this unearthly buzz. I usually do that. I try to never limit myself in my desires. (In the end, who will fulfill my whims besides me, beloved). Therefore, if I want to sing, then I sing. But in this case, the hot tub was healthier. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and tried to forget my stupid dream, but it did not work. Therefore, I decided to resort to my tried and true potent remedy - an emotional surge. In my case, from time to time you have to resort to this. So, I'm already used to this.

My friends constantly advise me to get someone “for sex”, but as long as I did not try, I can’t do anything. Either I don’t like him and we, having suffered for some time, part, or he tries to sit on my neck and we also part, because I don’t intend to lose my independence because of some member. It turns out unequal exchange, because there are a lot of members, and I have only one independence. Do not wait!

Having suffered with men in this way, I came to the conclusion that all men are either goats or impotent men. However, these are not my words, but my friend Marinka, who constantly repeats this to me. The first ones, as soon as they get acquainted, immediately think about getting into bed, and the second ones don’t pay any attention to me as a woman at all. Therefore, I decided not to torture myself anymore, beloved, dear, and the only one with such goats and for myself to become a peasant. I consider myself a girl without any stupid complexes. So, on this subject I have no complexes. Of course, they once were, but after I’ve been a joke and just to try it, still as a student, after smoking marijuana, I made love to Lyсьka. Everything happened in a hostel in our room, where besides us there were two more girls. And the very thought that they can wake up at any moment and catch us in this matter aroused no worse than marijuana. Lyuska at that time was known as a lesbian not only in our room, but also in the whole group and can even be on the whole stream or in the whole hostel. It was my only experience with Lyuska, but after that it became clear to me that for this business a man is not obligatory. I tried to do it with myself and I liked it. I understood that everything is in my hands!

And now I decided to take advantage of this. Without opening my eyes, I gently touched my nipple and started massaging it. So, now a little caress the second. I felt light shots of electric current. I am arranged as an electric bell - when you start to caress the chest, a loud bell is immediately heard between the legs. And now the bell rang and began to flood louder and louder and I stiffened. My other hand stretched down by itself. I found what I needed and after a few minutes, having experienced an explosion of emotions, I relaxed again. Good but not enough.

Sighing, I began to soap the washcloth. Lord, what a beautiful body I have. Of course, I do not fit the standard parameters, but I don’t differ much from them either. I have a waist somewhere between 58 and 62 (depending on the time of day and penis size), hips - 89, but breasts - 92. I'm not fat, but not thin, but the most ordinary beauty that most local males like. Well, again, I'm on these goats. It’s better not to think about this shit.

Coming out of the bathroom, I immediately called Olga. Olga was at home. After she picked up the phone, I said:

- Olya, hello, this is Ksyusha. Ol, I need money. Can you help?

She thought a little and told me to come, we will think of something.

After the call to Olga, I began to make up. I practically do not use makeup, so just a little bit of eye shadow and lipstick, but everything should be perfectly smooth and beautifully takes a lot of time. While I was suggesting beauty, Olga called and said that she had an option for me. We need to meet with the men and just spend the evening in the bath and without any sex. This option suited me perfectly, and I agreed.

- And who else will be besides me? - I asked.

- You are alone. I offered them to Svetka too, but they refused, they said that they needed smart and with a sense of humor.

- How many are there?

- Two. Come on, they are already waiting! - Olga hurried and added - you will get 300 rubles.

She gave me their coordinates and hung up. While I was deciding what to wear, the phone rang again. A male voice asked Masha.

- So, it's me. So, what is next?

- You don't recognize me? This is Alik.

- It was from this that we had to start. Hello, Alik. I'm listening to you.

- Masha, there is a cool suggestion. Let's go to the country. There will be kebabs, vodka, good company.

- when?

- Right now!

- Sorry, Alik, but I'm in a hurry. Today I’m definitely busy.

- It's a pity. And maybe from your "lesbians" someone you throw.

- And you would not go to the fresh air, lesbian.

He sighed and hung up. The prospect of spending the evening with Alik did not make me very happy. He was greedy, stupid and all the time wanted to drag me into bed. At one time he tried to look after me and bored with calls until I otshilo him.

Masha’s name is written on my passport, but I don’t like it. From it blows some collective farm "40 years without a tractor driver." Therefore, most of my friends call me Ksyusha. In my opinion, it is much better than the cow Masha. The main thing is that I like it more. Finding Olga's clients was not difficult. And here, I go with them on quite razdolbany nine. Bath, where we arrived, was not far from the October market. The peasants were not very old, rather sturdy men of 35 years old.

In the bath, everything went smoothly, only one of the men, heavily drunk, demanded the continuation of the banquet. The continuation of the banquet was not long in coming. Having dressed, we sat down in their six hundredth Merc and drove to one of them to the apartment. On the way, they took vodka and pokota.

The apartment where we arrived was two room Khrushchev on the third floor. I don’t remember the addresses because these Khrushchev houses look alike as Siamese twins and the street name and house number will not say anything.

According to the situation in the apartment and the distribution of the dust layer, it was possible to understand that they used it only to hang out for the night and nothing more. By the manner of their communication in the bathhouse and on the way, I already understood, they are “scoops” that make themselves gangsters. I did not understand only one thing, why did they need a girl with a higher education? They are clearly not pulling at her level. Is it only to satisfy your male ego. Here we are, cool in nature. Here are some girls we communicate.

After drinking vodka, one of the men fell down and fell asleep right on the table. His snoring was the only music in this neglected apartment. We drank one more. And the second man decided to join a friend. Although he had not yet snored and did not vomit in all directions (turned out to be a tough nut to crack), he showed me no more interest than the cactus on the window sill. However, soon these freaks snuffled duet. It was possible to entertain them in this state only by adding a third voice to their snoring. But since I cannot drink so much, I could only wait for them to wake up and settle with me for the time spent.

After some time, a tough nut opened his eyes and looked at his sleeping friend. Shaking his head sympathetically, he muttered:

- You went over, Vova, I’ll fuck up, I went over, - then he looked at me for a long time, tried to think and finally gave birth to the second sentence, - Well, as the brother dies, let's go and stuff a couple of sticks. Such a cultural program did not excite me. He did not inspire me to exploits in bed. I told him so directly about this. True, in a more polite manner. - Then pi ... from here to x ..., mouse e ...

When I reminded him of the payment, he said:

- There are no sticks, no grandmas.

His dumb pun seemed ridiculous to him. He screamed. Then, laughing, he added:

- Come on, let's get out of here, prostitute.

It was useless to engage in polemics with him, and I just left.

So ended this evening. I got to the house and went to bed.

Maybe it was better to spend this evening in the country with Alik? No, not better. He is as much a goat as these two. And in general, they are all goats. All evil in the world from men.

To be continued...