And these two desires - the desire to experience intimate secrets and the desire to find a life partner for yourself, were inextricably linked in her brain. Her ideal must certainly be a cool lover and she herself must conform to it.

The hero of the film worked as a secret agent of the government, but at the same time he managed to fool all his friends and relatives, hiding behind the guise of an ordinary car dealer. And somewhere to the middle of the movie Ksyushu dawned.

“If I don't attract guys,” she said slowly, looking out of the window with unseeing eyes, “can another girl be attracted?”

And, a couple of days later, Miranda was born.

***

Ksenia resolutely climbed the stairs. It was Miranda’s first entry into the “light”, and the girl didn’t want to spoil anything, but she had to admit, she was ashamed of hell.

Ksyusha was ashamed of her appearance. If someone familiar would meet her now, he would hardly have recognized her.

The girl did her hair, which is why her forehead was now covered by a cute bang. On the eyelashes mascara flaunted, eyes were neatly summed up, further emphasizing the already expressive look. Sponges were painted in a soft pink tint.

Taking into account that Ksenia had not painted with her family, now she herself seemed to be a young slut who went out to work. Yes, and she was dressed accordingly.

Black tight turtleneck, short miniskirt, stockings, high-heeled shoes. All the most erotic that was found in the closet.

Xenia overcame the last span and stood for a minute in front of the door, trying to cope with her emotions.

"You can leave" - ​​flashed through my head. - "You can still go."

“And don’t think!” A newborn, but impudent Miranda, from somewhere in the depths of consciousness, gave a voice. - “I didn’t want to come here, so that you, with your doubts, spoiled my whole buzz!”

“It's easy for you to talk,” Ksenia reproached her, realizing that she was talking to herself. - "You are a figment of my imagination, and then I will have to pay!"

"Then listen to the fruit of your imagination and honestly say:" I want to fuck! "I know for sure that it is so," Miranda sneered, before hiding in the darkness of Xenia's soul.

And, oddly enough, the mental dialogue with itself helped. Xenia clearly understood what she is doing right here and now.

She was going to spit this world in the face. They say - God will give. But Ksyusha has already been feeling deprived for five years. And each time, it was worth the blink of happiness on the horizon, it all flashed, lit up with the realization that the wait is over. What is her time.

And life immediately gave Ksenia a kick in the ass, repeatedly taking the men somewhere off to the side.

And Ksyusha could only listen. Listen to current colleagues, when they are in low tones, glancing at the door - if anyone comes down - they were discussing their cavaliers. Listen to their classmates who, without any embarrassment, discussed their personal lives and shared their experiences. Play your former classmates, finally. Who in high school just laughed at the virginity of Xenia.

One complained that sex was not already six months. The other politely kept quiet, listening to these lamentations, trying not to remind that her personal life is on a solid top five. The third avidly told which boy she had met and that, despite her brief acquaintance, today she is going to let him enjoy her body. And the fourth quietly, looking back and forth over her shoulder, told her closest girlfriends how the first in her life did a blowjob.

And Xenia intimate life, apparently, decided how to prodinamit.And it was this wild desire to send everything to hell, forced Miranda to be born. Which was exactly what Xenia wanted to be.

A bit slutty, slightly depraved, sexy and experienced in bed.

And Ksyusha, putting her finger on the doorbell button, mentally called Miranda and handed her the keys to her body. She gave the wheel and hid in the very edge of consciousness.

And Miranda, throwing all doubts aside, resolutely pressed a button.

There was iridescent singing of birds. After a few seconds - hurried steps. Silence, but Xenia felt on herself a glance thrown through the peephole. And only then clicked the lock.

He was exactly as he was in the photos.

Even with the heels, put on Xenia, he was still half a head taller than her. With a muscular torso and arms. With broad shoulders and appearance, worthy of a statue of Eros, which was sculpted somewhere at the end of three hundred similar, and therefore did the work a little carelessly, slightly adding a bit and accidentally chipping off some unnecessary.

High spreading of thick eyebrows, pert chin, slightly sunken cheeks, deep-set eyes and short hair cut of brown hair.

But all this was not important. Ksenia saw his eyes and everything ceased to exist for her. Confident, looking exactly in her eyes. And Ksyusha only smiled in her mind, realizing that he had blue eyes that looked completely unnatural on his face. There was something childlike in them, innocent, which was completely out of touch with his proud posture.

“Miranda,” he said rather affirmatively, letting the girl in.

He did not know her real name, and she did not know him. Xenia strongly doubted that his name was Roman. There was a certain ... confidence in him. Conviction in their capabilities. As if Ksyusha was not the first girl.

And it suited her. He knew practically nothing about her. Only her sexual preferences. And for her, he was almost a complete stranger.

Even when Xenia only realized that the appearance of Miranda could solve many of her problems and satisfy several secret desires, she immediately realized that she did not want to see familiar faces in Maranda's guise.

Shame, embarrassment. Xenia would never have been able to step over herself, throw off all doubts and pretend to be a daring sexy beauty if familiar eyes were looking at her. We looked like Ksyusha, not like Miranda.

And she did what she wanted. Her profile on the dating site was very popular. Still would! Ksenia tried and made a wildly sexy photo, according to which, she hoped, no one would be able to recognize her, even if she accidentally stumbled upon a mysterious Miranda.

Ksenia was in the photo only in her underwear, bending beautifully, holding herself with one hand over the door jamb. With a bold makeup, and even in the mask that hides the upper part of the girl's face. Just looking at this picture Ksyusha felt a surge of desire, she did not understand why.

Ksenia dropped several dozen candidates before Roman wrote to her. There was a certain charm in his messages. A slight hint of gentlemanly, with a barely perceptible admixture of sexual hints and occasionally slipping vulgarity. Ksyusha did not know exactly what, but Roma caught her. I made her feel that she would be in skilled hands with him.

And the girl did not think about what will happen next. For her, it was only now.

Ksenia went into the hallway, fleetingly feeling how Roman's glance had just now slid over her body, assessing it live, and not from a single photograph.

Ksyusha took off her shoes and felt lost for a few moments. What to do next? The girl was terribly afraid to spoil everything. She was afraid that Roman would somehow see Ksyushu in her eyes. And, as has happened more than once, it will disappear, dissolve, leaving her to guess - was there anyway?

“What are you standing for, fool?” Miranda asked, twisting her lips in a grin. - “Hang on his neck until you change your mind!”

And Ksenia caught Roma by the hand, who was going to go to the kitchen. The guy turned around and, looking into her eyes, saw something there. Hunger. Hunger with big ... Read more →