Fairy Prince

Why am I so lucky? Why me? Why do I deserve such happiness? Simple provincial girl from the outskirts. From a poor incomplete family. I am lying on a luxurious wide round bed in a palace of white stone - our temporary shelter in the family of Omar. And I look at the man sleeping on my shoulder - my beloved Omar, the man of my dreams. I waited and met. I'm still tired after 1, 5 hours of love, which ended a few minutes ago. The abdomen and hips are still cramped; the faint traces of his fingers on the thighs sticky from our juices are the wonderful marks of my happiness. Having rested my head on my elbow, I tenderly look at a tired beloved man who fell asleep right after an orgasm. This sweet with me, as loves my Omar. Once again I look at the expensive furnishings of my room in the palace of his parents: pseudo-Arabic style furniture, elegant, with shiny upholstery, glittering gold, light curtain fabrics ... In our family villa or palace, who knows, they are still building, I will arrange everything not worse. Omar promised that the designer would consult with me and I would be able to turn around.

Dreams captured me, I lay back, not taking my hand out from under my sleeping treasure. I am an eastern princess almost from fairy tales, at least in the eyes of my Russian friends. Nobody believed that Omar and I would get married. Everyone warned me and even scared me - it's great that they were all wrong. My chosen one is a decent person, and very soon our wedding. I did not immediately, but believed him and was not mistaken.

Oh my god, am I a foreigner now !? Horror, and more! On my pages on social networks, I can write that I live in Oh ..., one of the rich Middle Eastern states. And now I am an oil princess close to the ruling family! The very breathtaking mind of all these crazy thoughts. And my fairy-tale prince, who brought me on a white horse (generally by plane) to his fashionable world, is here, snoring peacefully, crushing my shoulder. I traced the delicate features of his intelligent face with his finger, and he wrinkled his nose a little. Beautiful man Beloved ... You never repent of your choice! No one will reproach you that your foreign wife is a countryman who cannot behave. I will learn the language, there is already success, I will become the most fashionable in your environment: I’ve already watched how a woman with money and taste can dress smartly here. I will accept your faith, since this is a necessary condition for marriage. No burqa and aimless stagnation of the house! Outside is not the middle ages! A modern oriental woman works, travels, deals with herself and her husband. And no humiliation - so I read on the Internet when urgently going on a trip. And so beloved assured me, every word of which is true.

What fate brought us together ?! Oddly enough, it happened in his hometown, in my same university, where he transferred to the 3rd year of the capital profile. Why from the capital to the provinces? "Tails in school and in general ..." Omar explained this fact so vaguely when she asked him. "Losers" I teased him, but he only laughed in response and repeated that there would be no happiness , yes misfortune ... And hugged me.

We began to meet in 2 weeks after his appearance on the course. They played volleyball on the section where he signed up: his team lost, I successfully filed, beat, the opponents did not take balls, he shouted in Russian, then in his own way, everyone laughed, we teased losers, he looked at me, and I noticed and smiled only to him. Then he said between kisses that I was so good in shorts and in a top, with jumping long blond tails that I took into my hair.And with the breast almost falling out of the top, and with the gentle folds of the buttocks visible from under the shorts - he whispered this, bending over me and slowly moving in me already at night, a few days later.

Our novel developed rapidly: a new student, who spoke Russian in a funny way, beautifully and expensively courted. Not for a minute without departing from me, he quietly pushed aside my boyfriend, rather a friend, with whom we were friends for 1, 5 years from the 1st course. Pavel, Pashka, my best friend, cared for me a little awkwardly, because I kept him at a distance. I loved him more like a good and reliable guy, not wanting to give him other hopes. Well, not my ideal, he is not mine! He meekly demolished my whims, jokes at himself and was still betrayed. Shortly before exploring Omar, we moved to a close level of relations, Pasha wanted it so much, and for some reason I agreed, seeing that he was pleased. Now I regret ... To the honor of Omar, I must say that he never once reproached me for the lack of innocence (as an oriental man), and to Pasha's honor - he somehow quickly stepped aside without holding me back. I saw that I'm in love. Omar did not notice anything, and Pasha, after leaving his time, firmly became my friend.

Omar quickly fascinated my mom, there was an expensive food at home, expensive clothes that my eastern prince filled us with. Even expensive equipment, although my mother was against it. Omar just brought it and installed it, and did not listen to our protests. His beloved should be all right - he acted with an accent, laughing at our refusals. And my mother dutifully accepted his frequent overnight stays with us, then my eternal absence at nights. Omar rented a comfortable apartment, he did not humiliate himself with a close hostel. Here was a corner of our happiness, where nothing distracted us from each other. He immediately began to dream of our future together; I kept silent at first, not wanting to believe in the impossible. But Omar also fascinated me with his fantasies, reasonably noticing that in the 21st century there is nothing impossible for those in love. - The times of fears and prohibitions (including religious ones) have passed, we ourselves are the masters of our future; I don’t like it in my country, in your country - we have a whole world, choose a country, we will settle there! - generously offered me my beloved on our magical nights. And I laughed happily, hugging his sweaty back, hugging me. And finally forgot all the fears when she moaned at the moment of amazing cunnilingus, which she tasted with her beloved. And when he smoothly or abruptly entered into my oozing, torn bosom with his lips, I wanted endlessly great sex, anyway in what country he chose. If only together! Always with him!

In the summer, during the session, my beloved made me an offer, and I immediately agreed. After all, we have found each other, why should we put mutual feelings to the test !? It is ridiculous to remember how my mother, Pasha, relatives who do not understand anything about love and people discouraged me. Is it possible not to believe Omar, when he immediately introduced me to his family, however, on Skype, he conducted a tour of the parent mansion, also a video. The magnificent interiors of the palace calmed down the family a little, and, congratulating me on good luck, they still continued to mumble something about the potential danger of travel and marriage. It is good that I did not listen to them: their fears were not justified.

A magical journey.

I, not visiting before, urgently made a passport. The first week of the trip we spent at the seaside resort, enjoying the rest and each other. Flaunting overt dresses, I seemed to be preparing for the modest robes awaiting me in Omar's homeland. At the airport, we were met by a chauffeur in a limousine, and I was already in long, beautiful clothes with a transparent scarf on my head (I studied clothes and methods of wearing them on the Net) excitedly preparing for the most important meeting.

We have been at home for 3 weeks now; I am happy, they treat me like a princess, whom I will become after registration. The parents of the beloved treated me affably, but with restraint. I understand them, because I am a foreigner and a stranger. Accustomed to time ...It was better to meet the brothers, their two elders, respectable large men, plus or minus 30, family. My Lobster is the favorite and darling of the family, to whom everything is forgiven and allowed, including the overseas bride.

I was given a beautiful private room to keep up appearances, but my fiancé still disappeared here days and nights; the family looked through ...