Coldly. Outside the window is the bright April sun, and all the puddles have long dried up, but I'm cold.

Beautiful girls walk outside the window, exposing their slender legs for all to see. Even if in the summer on the beach these legs will not be so long and slender, now, after the cold slush and heaps of sickly sick snow, they still arouse admiration.

I'm cold. Now I understand the unfortunate drunks who unsuccessfully try to drive out this cold with the help of alcohol. It's useless. I do not drink, but I can definitely say that even if I had a knock-on before the shutdown, I would not get warm.

It would be great if some pretty lady suddenly came into my staircase, climbed the not so clean stairs and rang the bell at my door. I would ask who is there, and she would say that her name is ... well, let's say Lena is the most common name - and she really wants to meet me.

But this will not happen.

This will not happen because I do not need beautiful girls in mini-skirts, defiling the streets flooded with sunlight. They have seen enough of advertising and believe that they are worthy. They need tall, beautiful, risky, self-confident guys, they need successful males, who have their own black boomer, forty-five-centimeter biceps and a member, which their friends will never see. Some of them are looking for a guy who would adore them and run after them. Someone thinks that all the guys are cattle who only need sex (and they are not mistaken in this), and therefore openly breeds rich boys for gifts and dinners in restaurants. There are many beautiful girls, and each has its own goals. Some want to escape from our city and go to Moscow or St. Petersburg, or somewhere else, where I have never been and most likely will not.

But they do not need me. Maybe someone needs my face. My walk and heavy boots. My kindness and sentimentality, which I still have not had a chance to show. Or a small amount of muscle, which I still gained, despite my love for peace and serenity. But nobody needs me entirely. A proud and self-confident beauty will choose what she wants, and the rest, at best, will endure as an inevitable price for what she liked.

It is quite another thing for those girls who are not so lucky with their appearance, and who, by a happy coincidence, are still able to soberly assess their chances of picking up a successful and promising young man. But I don't need them. It’s not that I like the vigorous young people from the site pikaper ru chose a lot, it just happens that they don’t make me particularly eager to start some kind of relationship with them. It is likely that somewhere my happiness takes off his glasses in order to rub his eyes swollen from tears after a fashionable and energetic guy told her that like her, he can score a dozen in any ingot. But this is no better for me.

I'm still cold.

And as always I turn on the computer. So. Local disk D. Entertainment. Porn. Stars and Names.

This is where beautiful girls lie who always welcome me, who don’t have PMS, who are always beautiful as pictures, because they are pictures. I do not remember the names of all, but each folder is signed, and I will call the most beloved, even if I wake up in the middle of the night.

When I tell someone that I have about fifty thousand pictures of different degrees of candor, (and I know three or four thousand of them by their names), then I know what the majority thinks. Fucking jerk off! Can not remove the girl to prisunut her! Loser, in one word. I'm used to. I don’t even clarify that I’m not jerking on these pictures. If I tell the truth, it will be even worse. Sometimes I see them as living people. Involuntarily referring to the jpeg file “Well, how are you, honey?”, You understand that not everything is as good as it seems.

And here they are all patiently waiting for me to pay attention to them.They don't want anything from me, they don't ask for anything, they always welcome me. Long time I did not watch them.

Here is an amusing Japanese woman, Henri Hoshino, not beautiful even from my point of view, but rather sweet.

Chloe Jones is a real porn star, which is nice to see at times, but she is beautiful American, defiant, and quickly tiring.

Gaud, whom I call because the real name is impossible to know: one and a half meters tall, about forty kilograms in weight, she plays depraved youngsters who are shoved where it is possible and impossible. But I keep a few dozens of photos in which she is just not very dressed in a little funny girl (no matter how funny, but I can’t find other words).

Maria Cheka, tanned, with traces of a swimsuit, cast pink in comparison with milk chocolate the rest of the skin.

Andrea Rieder, a German blonde with a dazzling smile and a flawless figure, stands in the water, dressed in something slim and wet through and seems to laugh at the fact that she is essentially naked, does not try to hide behind, and you look at her and are watching.

And who is this? Jezabel Bond, painted in coal black, with pierced nipples and several tattoos.

Lissa Tombasova.

Haley Altman, taken from her back leaning against some kind of mesh, beautiful Californian skin tone and small snow-white panties.

Vivien Heberlein in a silk corset and pink stockings, selflessly sniffing a flower.

Barbie Griffin, lazily lying in a pool with such a face, as if her silicone breasts were tired of her (she hardly believes in the naturalness of such sizes).

Debra Fondren in some sandals combs her luxurious hair. Photographed in September seventy-seven.

Carol Fikatye is a typical French beauty, not a girl, of course, but there is something memorable in her.

Catherine Burge, who left the top, but took off the bottom of a bikini to demonstrate that she is a natural blonde.

Well, it's time for the most dear ones. Aria. Without a last name, because there is no other Aria for me. I have about two hundred pictures, including very early ones, when a simple girl from San Diego wanted to earn some money to pay for her college tuition. All of them are downloaded from free sites and do not differ in special quality, but it does not matter. When I saw her for the first time, I lost my head. I guess I even loved her for a while. But be that as it may, she is wonderful. She's probably fat by some measure, but she can. Whoever disagrees, can go to the fan forum where they will quickly explain everything. Despite the fact that she is most often referred to the “big tits” category, I really like her smile. She looks like a living person. She is pleased with me, and it doesn’t matter if I brushed my teeth today and if I’m ready to tell her something nice. I'm warming up.

I sit in front of the screen for a long time, forgetting to have breakfast, and torment the unfortunate CCA.

I watch them all without any system: Eric Campbell and Monica Bellucci, Carrie Westcott and Olli Badget, Jenny McCarthy and Shae Marx, Veronica Zemanova and Nadia Thorn, about five hundred names, not counting a couple of hundred movie actresses and photo models. When I finally get up, I feel that I have served my leg and my eyes are tired. It is foolish to believe that these half-naked women need you, shamelessly showing themselves to everyone. In one interview, Aria said: “We need to appreciate our fans just because if one of them considers you a bitch, he will tell the others about it, and your business will collapse.”

But sometimes I believe. Otherwise, I'll freeze to death.