High maple trees were preparing for the cold, dressing in gold coats, now and then adding five-pointed stars made of precious metal to the carpet covering the earth. The wind quietly twitched the lush crowns. But autumn has not yet come into its own, fighting a stubborn summer. Lead clouds fought in the sky with warm winds. It was wet, but not cold. No, no, yes, the penetrating rays of the sun warmed up happy cats. And the trees were filled with gold shirts and bardovy dresses. This fabulous little forest was located in the center of a small industrial city. And his name was Kio or Park of Culture and Rest. He occupied a couple of blocks and was very much loved by the townspeople.

The city, once important and developing, was in decline. The streets were filled with black mud after the rains and hurricanes of dust in the dry season. Therefore, protected from dust by high poplars, the area of ​​wildlife has always been popular with people. But, as in any self-respecting forest, even such a small one, there were secret paths and deserted places in the Kyo.

In one such hollow, stretching between the park avenue and the highway, between thick bushes and a meter-high concrete parapet, along the fallen golden leaves, a single woman often walked. Gray coat below the knees, stooped figure. It seemed that the very spirit of autumn wanders around the domain. Frayed low-heeled shoes raked on withered leaves. Blond hair, as if burned out in the sun and sprinkled with ashes from the soul, are gathered in a simple tail. A face still young, but painfully pale, unemotional, like a mask. Reddened gray-green eyes, always shiny, as if about to shed a tear. The face of an unhappy woman. And why should she be happy? Two years, as Anna lived alone. Two years since her husband left him. Anya still remembered how happy she was on her wedding day. Late marriage - thirty-two years. And such happiness! Husband, leading engineer, head of department at the only working enterprise of the city. Beautiful, smart, loving. But behind the wonderful take-offs, terrible falls often accompany. Only a year of married life has passed and everything has changed. After long unsuccessful attempts to have children, medical examinations began. Doctors struck the spouses with a diagnosis of infertility. Offered IVF, but my husband was against it, for some reason he did not trust such procedures.

Then he began to walk. Anna, already depressed by the doctors' opinion, did not even react to the obvious betrayal of her husband, refusing to believe in the betrayal of her husband. She loved him and wished him happiness, she knew how he wanted children. One day, the husband came home earlier than usual. Anya worked in the kitchen, she deliberately left work early to prepare her husband for dinner. And he crawled into the apartment unwell. The woman was surprised and, having finished cooking, went out to check what had happened. My husband was already in the hallway. With a suitcase of things. Only at the door he turned around and, trying not to look at his bewildered wife, confusedly murmured:

- We have been dating for two months, she is pregnant. I will have a son ... do you understand? - he quickly looked into her eyes. She clearly understood everything. - Goodbye!

Without waiting for an answer, the man slammed the door, quickly leaving the apartment. And his wife remained standing in the middle of the corridor in a dressing-gown, surrounded by a kitchen apron. Tears ran down my cheeks. And my heart was sore from pain. Happiness broke in an instant. How much did she stand in the corridor, shedding tears? How many sat on the cold floor, choking on crying? How many nights sobbed in bed? She had to take a vacation. Although Anna was persuaded by the director. The woman did not think about work. She hadn't thought about anything at all. Only a month later began to answer the phone. And it was the director - Anton Veniaminovich - who persuaded her to go to work, said that it would help to forget. Anya did not care, and she easily agreed.

None of the staff and had no idea that grief can change a person. Golden-haired merry Anka turned into her shadow. Flaky, pale face. Faded hair No hint of makeup. Strict gray suit, knee-length skirt. Red eyes swollen with tears. She even stopped painting her nails. And she didn't want to gossip with her friends. Just worked. She worked from morning to evening, performing any orders. Anna seemed to fill an empty place in her soul with affairs, so as not to think about her future fate.

And only on the way home, thoughts filled the head again. She loved to walk in this hollow before, it was there, on the trunk of a poplar fallen many years ago, she, while still a schoolgirl, had kissed the first time. Now this place was her salvation. Quiet and deserted, it seemed to close the woman with foliage from the surrounding cruel world. Anna sat on the very same log and sobbed, often silently, or just looked in front of her.

After a couple of months, the woman began to recover. She stopped crying, started flipping through women's magazines. In general, I was a little distracted from the problem, however, I didn’t start looking after myself. In the evenings, complaining that men do not look at her, she did not even try to interest them. Anna got into a vicious circle. Suffering no longer from a divorce, but rather from loneliness.

And very soon a new misfortune happened in her life. Her young beautiful body wanted sex. Casual sex with unfamiliar men drunk at a club or corporate party was not interesting to her. After all, she is a proud intelligent woman, and not some whore. And the romantic boyfriends never appeared. And this is understandable. Who wants to give bright flowers gray inconspicuous woman with an emaciated pale face and some faded hair. Moreover, the new employees believed that Anya was no less than fifty years old and addressed her exclusively by her patronymic name.

And the woman was going crazy, vulgar thoughts were constantly getting into her head. She began to drink - she took a bottle of whiskey from the bar, once presented, and in the evenings she drank half a glass of intoxicant with ice and went to bed to fall asleep as soon as possible. But each time the hands spread across the body, squeezing the elastic, unbroken breasts, touching the sharp nipples on the young, sifted through the pubic hair and stroked a neat little crack. Opened wet sponges and, playing with a hard clitoris, rushed into a hot narrow hole. The fingers sank in the treasured cave, and Anna, biting her sponge, moaned quietly, giving herself sex with herself. But this was not enough ... Each time reaching the peak, the woman cooled down. Orgasm avoided her side, and the excitement fell into the abyss. Anna turned on a flank and, having buried her face in a pillow, tried to fall asleep more quickly. Some fingers were not enough. I needed a member.

Avoiding the last months of women's conversations with employees, Anna accidentally heard one of her colleagues sharing her impressions of a newly purchased dildo. The girl simply admired the rubber member, which is “better than the present!” And until the end of the working day, thoughts about the artificial male phallus did not leave her suffering head. Anya even flowed from the story of a neighbor and her fantasies about this. And although the woman diligently drove away the thought of buying this accessory, after work, the legs themselves led the hostess to the third floor of an office building, not far from work, where an interesting store with the mysterious name “9 ½ weeks” was located.

Anna's cheeks were burning not with shame or not with excitement. In shorts it was wet. But having overpowered herself, the woman opened the door and jerked into the store. Anya has never seen such an abundance of debauchery. Before his eyes, he ruffled from latex vaginas, lashes, anal plugs, all kinds of dolls and lubricants. The woman became hot, beginning to feel nauseous. And the laundry got wet. Passing by the booth with dozens of sexy stockings and various dresses, designed by one kind to turn a man into a limp lustful creature, Anna stopped in front of a huge showcase of dildos.What just was not there. And white, and black, and steel. Small, like a finger, and huge, as if made from a horse. With and without vibration. Smooth and smooth. Performed as real. With and without eggs. A woman's mouth filled with thick saliva. Blood poured in her ears. After hesitating with the choice - chose ...