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Janus

Rhythmic wheel restraint lulling. Again a business trip! Honestly, how they got me, but this one is different from others. I'm going to town "N". The city of my pipe dream! And what good is a pipe dream? That's right, its impracticability! And it gives life a special taste, gives a goal to which you can strive, almost forever, but it came true with me ... This is the city in which it lives, my Firefly or in Russian firefly!

Thoughts smoothly brought me back a year ago. All was not well then "in the Danish kingdom." House scandals, not favorite low-paid work. There was always not enough money ... Then I found the Internet, or rather, the Internet found me and came to life tightly. Social networks, forums ... it was easy to escape from the rancid life of life, to feel significant, to forget this damned world.

And then one day making another surfing on the first available pages, I found myself on the sex dating site. I read the questionnaires with interest, looked at the photos, and suddenly I felt a desire, well, at least to have a romance with a stranger virtually. Even in thought and there was no physically changing the wife, yet ten years of marriage, a son grows up. But some kind of vagueness of life pushed me to this step. Unconsciously, perhaps, the game of the subconscious, chose a city with a beautiful name "N", which was very far away, almost at the other end of the country. Then I carefully set the search parameters, and ... I did not have to wait, almost immediately the computer produced 10 results. Well, then just poked the cursor in the middle of the list. In the opened form I read only one column: “I am looking at the site - Regular sex, sex for one night”. After that, I pressed the write key.

But it was not the case, the system required registration. And for this you had to enter E-mail. Of course, I had a post office, but my wife also had access to it. Therefore, urgently had to start a new box. And if the basic mail was on Yandex, it now chose Google. Quickly registering the mailbox, came back. Filled out a questionnaire, clicked registration, and here is the first surprise! It turns out you have to pay money, not a lot, but you have to! But here the vanity of the Russian man leaped in - they are fixing obstacles for me, but I will do it anyway!

Well, that in WebMoney not a big amount was hanging out, it was enough for payment, and a couple of rubles remained “for divorce”. When registering on a sex dating site, I chose the pseudonym Janus. Not to say that I am "the lord of all beginnings and beginnings in time," but perhaps two-faced. As they used to say in my childhood: “I want, and it is pricked, and my mother does not order!”. Having fulfilled all the conventions and necessary actions, I returned to the necessary page and again pressed to write. Finally got the right place! And then the main question arose, what to write? I'm not really, and to be precise, I did not at all satisfy the conditions of the questionnaire. But as the saying goes: "The eyes are afraid, and the hands do!".

I wrote the simplest thing I wanted to meet and start a correspondence. And I immediately clarified that from another, very distant city, and most likely, apart from virtual relations, nothing will happen. And then there was an expectation. Whole week. I already stopped thinking about my letter, and suddenly an answer came. Firefly wrote that she decided to talk with me, and then we'll see. And so began our virtual romance. The most interesting thing is that at this very moment my business began to improve! I got a new job, began to receive much more. My wife, as it is not strange, began to behave calmer, and I got an outlet for the soul ...

At first we corresponded two - three times a week. There were no forbidden topics, but we avoided them. I knew her as the Firefly, she called me jokingly omnipotent Janus. Then there were common points of contact. Things went smoothly. We began to communicate more often.Gradually, a certain turning point came in our relations, we already discussed more savory topics.

Our correspondence then faded away when we pestered each other, then flared up again. It was interesting, you open the text, and there the question is, like “snow on the head”: “And what is your record and with whom, by the number of coituses per night?”. And he replied, without embellishing anything. Anonymity is like armor. And in response he asked his question: “How often can you do this, and what kind of affection do you like more?”. Or more directly: "What kind of panties are you wearing today?".

Little by little we discussed our second half, their advantages and disadvantages in sex, however, without focusing on this issue. That was not our goal. Most likely, all this would gradually fade out, but “His Majesty the case” interfered!

Firefly

According to a long-standing tradition, I look through the mail for a cup of morning coffee, go through the sites, and are interested in the news. I look at the dating site: open - close. A small city, there was no one willing to meet. Everyone was carefully hiding - still, suddenly, someone from friends or about ..., horror, relatives will see you on the sex dating site. So that morning, taking a burning sip, poked at the contribution - 1 message, Janus, the city of "M".

Grinned, travel? No, it turns out, he wants to correspond! I didn’t even answer if there was some pervert. Then I was distracted, and I closed the tab. Janus flew out of his head with his proposal. Virtual sex did not interest me.

The week was hard, one for the other, and the husband also threw up problems, enduring the brain with his tediousness. I wanted to speak out, no matter who, or forget. Opened the site in an attempt to find at least someone. A glance came across the last message ... Correspondence means ... Excellent, I jabbed the cursor at the answer: “Hello! Let's start? Almost immediately the answer was “Let's go” - just like Gagarin, who started.

Random correspondence, about anything, gradually grew into something more. It seemed that he was the one with whom you can talk about everything, talk about painful things, share dreams, just flirt. It was not a surprise that the conversation also touched sex - the site is still specific.

Over time, questions and answers have become more intimate and frank. And it did not seem strange that the man I saw in the photo, and living almost two thousand kilometers away, is interested in what kind of clothes I prefer, and what clothes I wear. What colors and style of linen I love. What I wore today, and what lingerie I prefer to wear under a festive dress! Do I wear stockings? With a belt or on an elastic band, what color is preferable ... and he is very interested in my opinion on a number of questions, including: "How do I feel about intimate underwear with cutouts ..."?

Further more! From the discussion of linen went to the descriptions of your favorite intimate caresses. I described what I lack, and that my husband, as an obstinate donkey, prefers to do everything in bed in the old manner. And I like it so much when I get cunnilingus, I love blowjob myself ... I’m not talking about anal sex at all! As my husband says: “Everything is simple, of course, in the dark and just lying ... Well, at least I’ve mastered the style on all fours! But he doesn’t like him very much, isn’t hygienic, and that’s what he says about something else! ” And Janus has a similar problem, only with his wife: “Nor any liberties, the missionary style, but to engage in oral sex, right up to divorce!”. Like a bike about Louis Amstrong ...

We talked several times a day, then did not write each other for weeks. Several times they slipped into virtual sex, as they say: “A bun is always better than stale bread, but any ersatz is worse than a natural product! And at the same time, but where to go when itch ... "!

About the meeting, spoke purely hypothetically, if only by chance, and when that! And then suddenly a letter - a surprise, almost like a telegram from an unloved mother-in-law: “I am going to your city on a business trip for two weeks. Will you wait?"...

To say that like a head on the head, does not sound very attractive. But I am a person of mood, like life has settled down a little, and here: “Surprise!”. But on the other hand, not so much in our town ...