The love of writing Virts led me to a group of strong personalities in this regard. Not long hanging out, I realized that it was mine and was actively involved in the game. In one of the themes were considered, married, chose a bedroom, and then described the wedding night. And after three days they changed partners. I decided to play, the pair got close quickly. I didn’t even look at the photo, it’s still for three days, the main thing is to write it together and manage to light it. She began to write while playing, and suddenly became so lit that she forgot about everything, being present only in this room and burning only by desire. You found my thin string and played it so skillfully, so sensually that it was impossible to tear yourself away from the monitor flickering in the night until you finished the Wirth. Having said goodbye and turning off the computer, I was surprised to notice that she was really excited and that breathing became intermittent and that everything was wet and slippery between your legs

The husband was already asleep, and he didn’t want to share his excitement with another man. I went into the shower and there was discharged, remembering with what passion and with what words you described our gentle and sensual Wirth. Days ran after days and now I tried to jump out every minute to the site to chat with you, continuing to write the history of our passion. Something happened ... I do not know ... and did not want to think about it. I was just good and comfortable here with you. Excitement increasingly covered me only at the thought of meeting you on the site. Even her husband began to look at me, marveling at such heightened sexual activity in recent days. And I flew, dreamed and saw my man, savored every word, vividly imagining it in real life. Then you and I exchanged photos and communication became very close and intimate.

Real, we almost did not touch, all the conversations were spinning around various events in the group, and we wrote ... wrote selflessly, fantasizing, intertwining real and fiction. And suddenly you offered to come to me ... My heart sank so loudly and fell down. I suffocated from what I had read, rushed around the room, automatically moving things from one place to another, and again returning to the place. Thoughts of one of the others galloped in my head, a whole flurry of questions fell upon me: why not? No you can not! it's treason! but only we will know about it! But I want him! And how will it be? Where?. At first I refused, it became scary, what if the real would be worse than the Wirth? but then she doubted the correctness of her thoughts, if not to try, then to regret all her life about the missed chance. I was torn between guilt feelings and fierce desire.

But your firm: "I bought tickets for the beginning of April," decided everything, immediately noting all my objections and doubts. Now I had to find a place to meet, to be able to slip away at work. I could not trust anyone, even at the closest friends rolls at times and they can blurt out to her husband under a drunken shop. Everyone thought that I was lucky with him and there should not be a reason for discontent. In a few days I rummaged through all the agencies that rent apartments for rent. The hotel did not fit, you can not shine your documents. Soon I found an apartment not far from the house, which an elderly woman rented.

We met with her and I made a deposit without showing a passport. Just agreed that on the day of arrival you will call her and she will give you the keys to the apartment. All these days I was torn apart by doubts, everything was falling out of my hands, I worked automatically, which surprised the authorities, who were used to my responsibility and diligence. I could not sleep, constantly imagining and scrolling in my head our meeting. From the fact that I constantly cooked in myself, I did not hear anyone and did not notice. The innocent joke of my husband that I had oversold the soup - apparently fell in love, introduced me to the paint, as if it burned with fire. I had to pull myself together and again behave as usual for friends and relatives.Your call about my arrival captured me at work and boomed like a bolt from the blue. I waited for you and knew the day of arrival, but I still could not believe until the end that you would come to me. I fell from work, mumbled something about my mother suddenly ill, and rushed to the station to meet you. I have seen your photos so many times, looking at every dash that I immediately recognized you among those who came out from the platform through a long underpass. You walked slowly past, looking at the faces of the girls who came across.

My throat intercepted, and I, in a low voice, hesitantly called you: "Olezhka ...". You instantly turned around and stared at me with a piercing gaze, burning through. I pressed my back against the wall, the excitement seized my throat. Slowly, frankly examining me, you came very close and looked without blinking into my eyes. I felt the paint fill my face, but I couldn’t move with excitement. "Well, hello, my squirrel!" - a sports bag - on the floor, and two strong male hands swept his head, drowned in his hair. You were exactly the way I imagined you and what you wanted! I enthusiastically closed my eyes, putting my lips for the desired kiss so long ago and you did not keep me waiting. Kiss, hot, gentle, which makes the body flutter and weaken the legs. I pulled away from your lips, looked into the laughing eyes, again whispered: “Olezhka” ... and pressed my cheek to my chest, hearing through the jacket like a loud thumping of your heart.

We left the junction with you and headed towards the subway. You held my hand, and I was terribly shy and talked about anything, talking about the city, about work, about the weather ... I do not even remember ... We went to the subway station, I hurriedly pulled out a note with the phone number of the hostess, explained that I now have to go to work, and after work I will go out early and come round to you, see how you got settled. There are many shops nearby and you buy yourself something to eat. Awkwardly kissed on the cheek and jumped into the carriage of the approached train. You had to the other side. The rest of the working day went to ashes, I could not concentrate on numbers. Before your eyes you stood, smiling, confident, and my hand seemed to keep the warmth of your hand. I had to do one more thing and I didn’t know what to think of. I kept rallying the time, but realizing that then I would not have time to run to you after work, I got up and went to my boss on my legs.

He was playing cards on a computer and looked up lazily when I entered the office. “Valery Ivanovich, the voice quivered with excitement, may I take two days?” I knew that it was useless to ask more. He raised his eyebrows in surprise: “Alain, do not you understand? if you have forgotten, we now have a reporting period and you have main customers. You hand over the reports and shurui even for a week. “He looked at me carefully. My eyes filled with tears: “I really need it !!”, unable to bear his gaze, I lowered my eyes and once again burst into paint. “Hmm ... I never thought, Alain, that spring will touch you! he paused a little, then grinned-go. I give two days, but no more ... and so that all reports are on time !!! ”I turned to leave, and he was in my back, as if passing:“ Girls, tell me that I sent you to the region for new contracts! ”“ Thank you! ”I fluttered out of the office.

I don't remember how I got to you. I got up on the elevator and froze in front of the door, soothing my heartbeat. Pushed the call button. The trill scattered around the apartment ... silence ... the rattle of the castle and you ... after a shower with wet hair and in a long terry towel. I was embarrassed again, but greedily, surreptitiously, while undressing, looked at you, every line of my body. We went to the kitchen, you poured me hot coffee, sat down opposite and, smiling, looked at me. “Olezh ... I for a while ... should be home in an hour. Sorry ... you understand yourself ... "You sadly smiled:" Nothing ... what time will you come tomorrow? "" Hours at 8 am. ““ But now we have an hour? ”... you stretched out your hand and raised me from the table ...“ Wait ”... I was confused, I was shaken ... why? I do not know ... desire. .. unusual situation ...And suddenly deciding at once that everything else is tomorrow, and today I want to just feel you in myself, I went to the bathroom, throwing over my shoulder: “Wait, I am now! ...