is it possible to finish on the stomach, I have not resisted this idea and his sperm, a few moments later it was on me. I slightly moved my hand over my stomach, smearing it, and tried to pretend that I was extremely pleased, smiled. And I think it worked out. According to him it was evident that he did not expect, and in the greatest delight of what he saw. Of course, it would have been even better to lick my fingers, and I will tell you a secret - it came to my sinful head then, but I decided not to honor him with such a most splendid spectacle. Well, and then the mutual exchange of courtesies, declarations of love, bath, tea and my care. And I even moved away a bit, managed to convince myself that everything was fine, he noted that I was quite brave and that he did not expect such determination. True, I didn’t find it as a compliment at that time, more precisely I considered it, but as a rather dubious compliment. Easy kiss goodbye - he took me otmazalsya me, by the way for the first time. And when I have already stepped over the threshold, he says after me:

- You just call me, I have the property to disappear after that. I have to fight for ...

I turn around cool, look at him. I do not even know how I looked at him, just tried not to show the kind that I feel bad. It was bad for me. And he knew that I was feeling bad. And enjoyed. Even, probably, more than when I was fucked. I hardly realized that in fact, I was raped and immediately rushed to inform that they were not interested in further communication. Not without effort, I gathered my will into a fist, and, trying to keep a firm and irreversible intonation in my voice, answered with a haughty smile that he was “not an ominous young lady, and I am not a medieval knight, so I’m not going to get his attention and if he does not call back, then I will consider this the end of the relationship between us. " Oh, what words! Still, he was right in one thing - I really didn’t have to be decisive. Although what is the relationship between us ?! The name is one ... Well, I think it would be superfluous to explain that I only made his life easier with my phrase. He, of course, got upset without seeing bitter tears and wailing, but in response he just coldly remarked that I myself expressed a desire for such a scenario and that if he didn’t call back, I would have to blame only myself. I asked again if I wanted to take my words back, with the expression of a winner on my face - they say, you will regret having come running to me.

I, depicting a grin "challenge accepted," replied that I would not take anything back, I would not call back - I would survive somehow, and turning round abruptly, I went to the elevator. I first learned firsthand what “cotton feet” is. With each step, my confidence, courage, determination were simply melting away like ice cream in the sun. He caught up, clamped his foot in the elevator, said something, I don’t remember for some reason what it was, and for me it was no longer important. Probably trying to bring the current back to the old course, he generally, as I subsequently saw through (when the brain turned on), could not bear indifference to his person - it was worth smiling and pretending that he tried in vain - and he immediately fell into a rage - " How?! She does not care? She do not care? We must get her back and humiliate her more! ” But then I didn’t know about it, I repeat, he was right - I was eerily naive and didn’t have time to get through even weak points, while he got to know me well and beat them without embarrassment. I just tried to stay decent. My head was pounding, I just wanted to hold back and not cry with him. It would be too fat for him. And she restrained herself, even though she was shaking me with a little shiver, but she restrained herself. Tears rolled only when I was already peacefully sitting on the bus and rewinding everything.

It was wildly embarrassing before the people, they looked askance, and I tried to turn away to the window, but I was unable to restrain the surging flow. In addition, it was necessary to weep to the dorm - I didn’t want to show my weaknesses and generally give the appearance that I was feeling bad. All the next day I thought about what had happened, rethought. My problem was that I considered myself spoiled.I thought that everything - this prince is not mine, and when I meet mine, he will not love me, because I exchanged this. I was brought up like this - a man should be alone, my mother tightly hammered it into my head, thinking that I would lose my virginity only with my husband. And not only mom, I myself have always been inclined to think that way. I always wanted to belong to only one man, completely and completely. And then, because of these high moral principles, I could have given myself as a sheep to the slaughter to an absolutely unworthy person, simply having decided that I had no right to claim the best. After all, I didn’t even think that a man sometimes doesn’t care if he is interested in the first man or not. I thought that I would be guilty beforehand, before who chooses me for life, and not at once. It was literally the end of the world for me. And you know - if it were not for this premature "lunge" at the end - you could twist the ram's horn, but I would endure, endure anything, maybe not immediately - but he could gradually break me. To do with me what I wouldn’t dare tell the paper and despise myself until the end of days. I despise myself for this incident anyway, and if I allowed more? ...

And it would have allowed, if he had not driven the horses, without waiting for my pride to fall asleep completely. Hurry up. Well, he did what he did, and well. Diko wanted to call or write. But after all - that would be his official permission to wipe his feet on me. And in order to keep his word, this was for him, I decided on an emergency basis - if I’m already spoiled and have nothing to lose, I’ll get rid of the attachment using the wedge method. And you know - the hardest thing is to break your own principles and your own worldview. What is most offensive is that you have to do this not by your own will, but because it allowed someone to completely empty their soul and break their rose-colored glasses. It's a shame that she did not get it herself. But then I wanted only one thing - not to think about him anymore. (Specially for eroticspace.info - sexitails.org) I decided that it would be better to sleep with the first person I met or to rape me than dial his number. In the evening I went to the street, closer to eleven, with the aim that someone picked me up. I left right before the dormitory closing, so if I had changed my mind, there was no going back. I took a photo camera - I adore architecture under night lighting, I decided to combine business with pleasure. And while the lights were on, the Fotah went to all kinds of buildings with “backlighting”. Machines slowed down a lot, some and several times, and singles, and with companies. And everyone was content with the answer that I was not looking for satellites and would not be a companion myself. I could not somehow just get into someone else's car, and not because of fear, I do not know why.

Then, around 2 am it became wildly cold, the lights were turned off. I climbed one mountain, from which our entire city is visible, was a little surprised that there was no one there. An ideal place for a couple of romantics. But, probably, all the romantics were already asleep. It is very difficult to climb there, if you are not in sneakers, but I managed. And at the very top there are concrete columns sticking up on which to sit. And here I was sitting on this pillar completely alone, from there was a gorgeous view of the drama theater. And the drama theater was backlit for some reason all night. I sat there for two hours and somewhere at 4 in the morning I went down and went to the river along one of the central streets. To be honest, I didn't care where to go, my legs were walking themselves, and I was immersed in myself. Then a taxi driver braked next to me. I again did not express the desire to meet. But he drove and tried to speak five times. Then he went out and walked alongside - they say, I don’t want to go with him, so he walks with me. Well, okay. They walked, he asked why I walk alone at night, I joked it off. I do not remember all the details of the conversation, but he told me to “ride” under the pretext that at least I would warm up - and then he would drop me off if I expressed a desire. I have already managed to examine it - it seems like nothing, seemingly normal, cute. He was about 30, even more than 32-35. Because of my own obstinacy, I refused to return and continued to walk, but he returned to the car and picked up later. A little ride, then stopped, and he climbed to kiss. It is quite logical development of events, and even expected by me.

When I was sitting down, I decided that he, perhaps, was “an option.” But in fact, it was not so easy. It became disgusting from itself. I couldn’t answer him the same way and that’s it, although I decided to do this with brains. With that, then at least everything was under the guise of "big and pure love", and here we will eat concrete. In general, I shoved him away, and with difficulty I shoved him away - the peasant was clearly not of a timid link and behaved very aggressively. I apologized that it happened, asked to let me out. He began to offer to go to his home - there, they say, bath-sauna, everything. It was ugly to listen to such proposals, to be honest, but I tolerated them - again, these proposals were quite logical. I would in his place, I think, also acted. I again politely refused several times in response to his entreaties, then he sighed hopelessly and suggested that I should not freeze and at least ride with him until he found the new “object” to “take a steam bath”. I replied that no problem, only now it is inconvenient for him to glue the women with me. He waved it away, they say, everything is fine, and we moved. The new object was found quickly - voted on the road, the degree of intoxication "is ready for anything." Braked, the lady thumped on the back. The address did not name the neighbor, therefore a conversation began. Standard questions taxi drivers "where are you going from, what did you do, how walked." It turned out she was 29, she was returning from the club. Immediately, at the meeting, I asked who we were in each other, is there anything between us. We honestly answered each other that I was just a fellow traveler, like her. The answer clearly pleased her, so she immediately began to chat without stopping, obviously flirting and drawing the attention of the precious male sex to herself.

I was silent, I wanted to say that I didn’t take it far away if I was going to plant it soon, but I decided to wait - he hadn’t started to disguise the new acquaintance for a sequel and I thought that my proposal could be premature. They chatted nicely, the girl said that she had two children and that after her divorce from her husband decided to break away in full and goes to clubs every night, and then sleeps in the afternoon. What lives at the same time - not explained. The taxi driver obviously faded after her smuggling, began to question her - they say, children are the same. They started a dispute, she hoped that she was still young and wanted to have fun - well, in general she pushed him away with it, dropped her off at home, she nevertheless offered him to continue the “conversation” at her place, explaining that her mother had children . But he refused, although the number took it. We drove off, I remained silent, he continued to resent the behavior of a new acquaintance. For some reason I felt uncomfortable, it seemed that he was in front of me like this. What if I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t be outraged and fucked her a long time ago. Well, I asked to take me to the place where he met me and drop me off. He began to dissuade, but you, they say, do not interfere, I don’t care if I drop you off right away, I won’t get anyone caught up and go home. Well, I replied that the dormitory was opening soon and that I was leaving precisely for this reason. He once again inquired if I had changed my mind about his proposal, I once again confirmed my answer - so I said goodbye. Returning to the hostel, she found there her sleeping neighbor, half-naked and very beautiful, even in a dream. And then I knocked. And why should a man be a wedge ?!

With love and respect to all readers, Christina Ryabinina.