With this story, I begin a series of separate stories dedicated to girls and women, each of which can say about herself, with pride or regret, that's how it will turn out that she is a damn. The meaning of the word, I think, no one needs to explain. It will be about the young ladies, with a pronounced ease in the behavior or, at least, the direction of thoughts.

I will note, at the same time, that I am not a cynic, and I do not seek to insult the representatives of the beautiful half of humanity. But the world is arranged in such a way that not only high feelings of morality, mutual respect and nobility rule them. Lust and debauchery coexist harmoniously with unshakable family values, which are based on love and reverence for each other.

The life of each person is divided into personal and public. And if in public we observe the rules of decency, honoring the dignity of each member of the community, then personally we are allowed to give up many principles and principles of morality. For this, no one (except ourselves) will not judge. In the morning, in the afternoon or in the evening we idolize the mistress, warming her soul with Yesenin’s excerpts:

I kiss you out of habit

Because many kissed,

And as if lighting matches,

I say love words.

Because my soul is not tough

Do not wish, do not require fire,

You, my walking birch,

Created for many and me.

But, always looking for my own

And languishing in unknowing captivity,

I am not at all jealous of you,

I do not curse you at all.

But already at night, avengingly vkolachivaya a member of a rabid excitement in her ass, for fun, declare all the same Yesenin, but a slightly different sense, closed by merciless censorship. And she is not at all against (she is totally “FOR!”) Such vulgarities:

The wind blows from the south

And the moon rose,
What are you fucking
Didn't come at night?

You did not come at night
It was not the day.
Do you think we're jerking off?
Not! Other fuck!

And all because she - fucking clean blood. She is not just satisfied with this state of affairs, she is unable to live without him. Whores, by the way, are different. Such, for example, that they are ready to suck, after five minutes of personal acquaintance. They know what they want and are not shy about their desires. They do not tend to disguise themselves by alien prejudices. And there are those that, in appearance - respectable ladies. Happy wives and mothers. In everyday life, the modest and chaste keepers of the home and, almost, the priestesses of the ancient Roman Vesta.

But one has only to position her to her, making it clear that with you she can feel protected from misunderstanding and condemnation. It may be the most frank and liberated. And her inner world immediately begins to unfold from a completely different side. Begins to play with new colors, opening the veil of hidden dreams and fantasies. And this is not even bad at all. It is wonderful. From my point of view, of course.

Why do I, in fact, all this lead. I have a special list of women of different ages, which includes some of those with whom I am familiar to one degree or another. The idea of ​​this list, as usual, originated spontaneously, and at first wore a strictly playful character. But over time, fun has become part of something bigger. A separate section of my personal life, or something. The essence of the list is simple and as old as the world. There is no place for those who live the life of a decent young lady. For those who go to bed with a man only with a certain kind of sublime sympathy, and mutual. Those who are not accustomed to see themselves in the eyes of men only a set of technological holes in which you can insert a member.

Here, only those who once violated the verge of the moral foundations of society, and have not already made a step back.Those who recognize themselves as the object of desire of a man and nothing more. Those who turn around, if the crowd of people shout: "Hey, damn!". It was by this criterion that the ladies were selected in my “short list”. Here came those whom I addressed more than two times as a “whore” (and subsequently received a response!), Doing this intentionally and completely consciously.

With an overwhelming number of girls in this category, I had an intimate intimacy. But there are those with whom further frank correspondence or telephone communication, of a similar nature, the case did not go. At least for now. The sequence numbers of whores on my list, by the way, do not depend at all on the chronology of events or a specific sequence. It all depends on various facts related to the identity of a girl.

So let's start, perhaps. Pointing a finger at random (I really rely on chance), I get into the number "1903". Hmm ... An interesting case, although perhaps a bit trivial. It was relatively recent, about six months ago. I owe my acquaintance with the “B-1903” to my own publication on this site. After the release of The Harvest of Forbidden Fruits, my email inbox became “heavier” by several dozen emails of various contents.

One of them contained several lines from a girl who asked to answer her letter without fail. More precisely, the questions contained in the text of the message. They were elementary and related to my personal life. The interlocutor was interested in my age, occupation and marital status. Subscribed to Polina.

Instead of answering, I suggested that she read my previous stories, in which it was possible to satisfy (albeit partially) my curiosity. She, in turn, requested a link through which the stories could be found. I was not surprised. She immediately explained that the “Harvest” (at the end of which my e-mail card was listed) was accidentally found in the “basket” of the notebook of her husband, a great connoisseur of “strawberry” reading material. He often copy-paste (secret from the faithful, of course) erotic stories from the open spaces of the network to the Vord file, throws it onto a USB flash drive and drags the file with him to work, so that’s what the bald chase is at lunchtime. You do not read online, sites of similar content are blocked. The usual story in offices, in general. Polina had quite a long time for her husband's weakness for fictitious fiction, but she stubbornly pretended that she was in “rose-colored glasses” on this topic.

I did not mock at the fan, offering to “google” my writing on the name of the story she had, just gave a link. After this, a calm began in our correspondence. Reads - I understood, and focused on the answers to other readers. An hour and a half later Polina received a message. Not even a message, but a single phrase:

“You would know, Alexander, how I just finished sweetly under your“ Battle for the Dnieper ”, thank you very much!”

I was inspired by the frankness expressed and was glad for her orgasm. Politely thanked the girl for showing attention to my work and offered to get to know her better. She responded with the mutual desire of the intimate-friendly correspondence, which we did during the next two weeks.

A new acquaintance immediately indicated her position for a potential personal meeting (Fields, like me, lives in Dnepropetrovsk). She said that crossing in real life will not be solved, because of the nature of an unrecoverable coward. Despite dashing written revelations, she never dares to meet with her interlocutor, to whom she has opened her soul in intimate correspondence. And if it is decided, then it will not be able to change her husband anyway. It's not about love (not giving, by the way, pronounced signs of life), but about fear of the unknown, since the spouse was the first and only man in her life.

I did not assure Polina that I would not impose a rendezvous with her. Simply said that everything will be as she decides and immediately asked for her photo. It was interesting to know the interlocutor in the face.I also added a couple of my photographs to the letter, one of which was desperately indecent. The girl was embarrassed by my agility, but she liked the fact of receiving the photo of the most precious part of my body and the direct image of it.

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