September 6, 2005

ABOUT! Female legs, about you, charming, I am ready to write endlessly!

Postgraduate studies: someone invented this longing! Whose sick state head gave it to decent people. It is not known why you need to go to a foreign city, live there for two and a half months in terrible conditions, cut off from your girlfriend, in the company of random people, such as martyrs, like yourself. Everyone feels bad: the teachers are waiting for us to finally fall down, but they need a watch. We are waiting for it to finally end, but we need “crusts”. A huge country: people from all over came to the city, just like yours. But stranger to disgust!

Men are gathered in one place and in the absence of women unpleasant metamorphosis occurs. How quickly we run wild in their absence! Tedious weeks pass and now half-closed fly, unshaven chins, wrinkled shirts, abusive speech for a bunch of words and greasy jokes. Degradation on the face, but fortunately it is reversible.

Room for two people. We are there with Lekha, a good guy from the Volga region. We prepare ourselves in the kitchen, leisure - chess, cards, books, aimlessly reeling through the streets, a dull telly in the lobby. Holodina, the beginning of winter. Every day is similar to the previous one, and the weekend is generally melancholy green. Detachment from the female is manifested in everything from everyday discomfort to the painful "Luostoyaniya" at night in bed. To some, this will seem ridiculous, they say, go and take off your confused. But to hire a prostitute, you need a certain degree of depravity. It is not at all. This is the first. Secondly, their world, woven with crime and vile diseases, cannot be called attractive. Putting a problem infection on a “bolt” is easier than a steamy turnip. Yes, and I do not need anyone when I have my girl, so cool, only she is far from here.

After a month, the community of men somehow adapts and, in a degraded mode, as an injured athlete striving to finish, tries to endure until the end of this nightmare. But ... But it happens that you don’t expect anything and don’t even hope.

Once, in the evening, we sit in a crowd and smoke on stools in the cold corridor, the smell of fried potatoes from the common kitchen, sluggish conversations of people who are tired of each other. And suddenly ... a sound is heard from another, beautiful world! On the stairs leading to our floor, pouring the ringing clatter of heels. Light heels women! A mirage image appears in the gloomy opening of the landing. This is completely unnatural as the presence of an angel in a dungeon. Golden hair, beautiful and infinitely beloved face, slim figure! This is my girlfriend and she is here in this disgusting despondency! A bright scarlet jacket with a folded hooded hood, tight jeans, tucked into high red boots. I rush to her, and a cloud of thin and fresh smell of a beautiful, well-groomed woman flies towards me !!

After the almost unfeeling kiss of a cold from the cold face, I rattle questions and cues. How did you get here? Why did not you say? I would have met at least! Well done that came. She, with a dazzling smile, reports that she turned up the case, so she flew in for two days to see me. I am overjoyed: it comes to me that this is all a reality, that this has happened to me! Live and warm! She politely nods to the male assembly, which is in a state of fainting from her appearance. We go to our room with Lyokha, we kiss there for a long time, I undress her, put on a kettle. I jump out to Lyokha - according to the law of the mountains, or the law of the sea, or according to the unwritten law of male solidarity, he must move to his neighbors. And he understands this, nodding doom, with insincere joy for me.

Having a little snack and having warmed up, she with a grin, realizing my impatience, gives herself to undress. And now, almost naked, we dive under the blanket of my bed, weaving into a gentle, purring, kissing, embracing tangle.Starting from her charms, unexpectedly fallen happiness of owning her, seething passion, I, more precisely - we enter into the rage of love pleasures. And here...

There is a knock at the door and Lyokha’s voice says that he needs to take the jacket out of the closet, as they and the men gathered in the cafe. A voice confident in its own right! We freeze.

- He looks like a bastard. - Laughing softly, my already hot girl speaks in my ear.

- What else! - I whisper to her in response.

I, cursing, get out from under the blanket, put on trousers and open the door. The Bastard Lyokha enters the room, gently looking away, mumbles something, takes the jacket and moves to the door. But on the way she takes a quick glance at the bed. He needs it, I feel. He, exhausted by loneliness, had to be seen as an unattainable miracle - a beautiful woman in bed with golden hair spilled over a pillow. One look! Looking like a photo, it will either warm it, or excite it, or give food for subsequent hand-hold fantasies - I don't know! We meet with his views: my - the hard look of the owner and the lucky one, his - excuse and envious. Scum Lech leaves. It takes quite a bit of time for us to re-enter the interrupted nirvana, but in order to go through all its beautiful stages to the bitter end ... Except the shower for the night, and in these conditions it is a luxury, and a tedious problem, other intermediate stops to dive again, choking, love simply does not exist!

Late morning, charges for an excursion to the city bored me. But this is a ritual of courtesy to the visitor, my sweet girl. We wander around the center, which is somehow different from ours, and the suburbs are the same everywhere. It ends with the fact that we, numb from the ignorance of local routes, still get to my shelter and tumble into the room that was once ours with Lyokha. But now Lech is a swine and an obstacle to our joy. I feel how I have broken away from the male conglomerate, I am a traitor, a traitor and the last reptile. Because I feel good, and not bad as everyone. In the corridor, everyone takes their eyes off me, and when it appears, like physiognomy from snuffboxes, under any excuse, familiar physiognomies, devouring outlandish eyes, crawl out to nausea. I have no remorse, anyone would have acted also, had it happened otherwise, and I would have also quietly hated the lucky one and stared at his property.

We are in the room; she, burning her frozen hands on a hot cut glass of coffee, sits on the windowsill, and I stretch her legs to put them on the battery. Yesterday she arrived in a chic mesh nylon, not at all for the trip, but to immediately sexually kill me. And I am so pleased with her sacrifice. Bare soft legs with cherry varnish on the nails are mounted on poisonous green battery cast iron. The heels are burning, and the fingers are already icy! I grab a chair, sit down, and slide its legs into my bosom. I will kiss them later, but now I’d just not catch a cold. And I feel so warm and calm from her icy and beautiful feet on my chest, a tear comes to light! But then the fingers came to life, began to move, and now I, having buried my face in them, with delight, surrender to their charm and cuffs. I have lips, cheeks, tongue, chin for this ... A passionate bed-scene ends with a lifeless, prosthetic ending of hot, sweaty, hard-breathing bodies.

After the feast, we go down to the showers. Again we are escorted by detached views of greedy male faces. I am proud and calm. She is cheerful and affable. From this they are completely ill, but no one disagrees, because there is simply no other alternative to contemplative pastime.

In the shower, vibrating on a wooden lattice, I stroking her breasts, going down to the charming womb, which I caress with my lips, and then with my tongue. She, laughing, pours me hot jets of the shower nozzle. My tongue pulls her clit, the pussy pulp diverges, opening up to me the space to enjoy it and mine, of course. However, my work took effect and the hand with the shower limply falls down; out of the corner of my eye I see beautiful eyes rolling in bliss, here the jokes are over.Orgasm is not fun, but passionate! I pick up her hot, beautiful body and my friend is already looking for a way to her girl. With a little help from a woman's hand, he finds her ... Then again the shower streams, heavy down, I settle under her feet. Legs with beautiful nails. She alternately, laughing from fun, brings them to me for passionate kisses. How beautiful these creatures of nature are in the wet perspective of ordinary shower drops! The case is young. And the new erection is not long in coming. Now having not had time to shrink, the pussy steamed with hot water easily accepts my goodness from behind. Oh, and I swallowed hot, obviously not drinking water! The nozzle is in my hands and I pour hot water pressure on the girl's back of the jets and splashes flying in my face ...

We climb the stairs, showing off our flushed faces and wet hair. It seems that the male society did not even move. The same tense and stunned poses. The same views that accompany us to the door of the room. The bastard Lech is sitting with a cigarette in his hand, on which a long rod of unshelled ash has grown.

A night interrupted by passionate awakenings, to mutual pleasure.

In the morning, putting herself in order, she flits around the room. Today the room is orphaned. In the evening - her plane. I absorb her every movement, smile, phrase. Everything seems to me so meaningful and bright. Paints lips, then a nails of hands the same cherry varnish. He looks over his legs and suggests that I remove the varnish with a cotton swab with a solvent. She can not - she has a fresh manicure. I nestle at her feet and carefully erase her delicacy, which has stirred me up so many times these days. Only reddish, dried cotton wool remains. But everything is fixable, and the new lacquer inflicted sparkles with the sable of a fresh miracle. Lunch, walk, long and ardent love joys in bed goodbye ...

As a lost paradise, I remember her presence. The plane flew away, taking away my treasure. Opposite me on the bed is reading the book Bastard Lyokha. I have become like everyone else, but my oblivion to oblivion is still very far away. I had something that others did not break off and the feeling of a stranger does not leave me. Today it is my turn to cook dinner and I clean the bowl of bored potatoes in the kitchen. Suddenly, my neighbor appears and, silently, begins to help me. Cuts sausage and tomatoes. We are both silent, but what can you say? One thing is clear: no Lyokha is a bastard, but a good guy. I was very lucky with my neighbor!

We are under the blankets in a smoky, chilly room; nearing sleep. Lech already snoring. Ahead is still a long, long one and a half months of the Inquisition. The neighbor is sleeping, he is deprived of my joy: the pillow, blanket and sheets still smell like the body of my Savior! She is still with her fluids here with me! As an invisible feedback of two temporarily separated hearts. With this sweet triumph and breaks consciousness ...