Life is a very nasty thing. Especially after the divorce. You wander around the apartment, like a somnambulist, stumble upon objects, on walls. And at night I want to howl like a wolf.
I was lucky - when dividing the property, I at least did not stay on the street. Tiny odnushka on the outskirts. But how much do I need? The main thing is to fit in the kitchen cabinet refrigerator, and in the room - a folding chair and a table with a computer. But the unlimited Internet remained from the previous owners - they came, unlike us.
Well, and in order to occupy my bleak now bachelor evenings, I became addicted to all kinds of forums and games. At first, everything was pretty civilized - forums about computers, programming and hardware, online games and other rubbish.
But half a year has passed, and all this is beginning to bore me. I have enough computers at work. In online games it is interesting a month, and then it bothers: the daily, pvp and uvazhuhi, plus a terrible panache, stupid players, with whom besides the game there is nothing to talk about ...
And I began to be entertained by the fact that I scored some completely irresponsible inquiries in the search engine and watched what happened.
On the tenth request with the wording of the type “puss tits woo” the search engine issued a link to this site of erotic stories.
I poked at random ... And I caught myself on the fact that I was already articulating the fifth page and could not tear myself away, although the story was written from the face of a woman, which I usually do not accept. After reading to the end, I launched a search for other stories by the same author. The next one threw me into utter delight, and I jerked off the third one so that I almost tore off my dick.
At the computer, I stayed until morning. Finished, probably five times, although no longer a boy.
After a day at work, I ran home like a bullet, turned on a site that had already become a favorite and lowered my pants. Oh yeah baby! When will your irrepressible fantasy dry up?
And the second sleepless night flew at the speed of light.
The working day was long and joyless ...
And on the third night I decided ...
"Hello. I really like your stories. I would like to get to know you better. My name is Anton, I'm 45, divorced. ”
She did not immediately answer:
"Hello. Thank. My name is Tanya."
This is how it is short and dry, but even this was enough for me:
“I want to meet you. Tell me what city you are from. I'm from N. "
Until the morning, she never answered, and I reread her stories in the second round and jerked off, jerking off, imagining that it was not my hand, but her silky vagina, slurring wetly, slips over my penis. That this is not a rib of my palm, but her ass is banging on my testicles. That her hands hug my shoulders, and her claws scratch my back. That her legs squeeze my hips ...
I became so brazen that I opened the site right at work and checked the messages from it, although this is forbidden. But who knows about this, if I'm the only one who can check the logs? She was silent. And I literally fought on the walls, howled and tossed about like a hunted beast.
In the evening after work, having almost lost hope, I opened a bottle of beer and almost automatically turned on the computer. In the upper right corner blinked a red square. Answered, answered! I directly perked up with body and soul and clicked on the small square with a trembling cursor.
“I am also from N.,” she said in a message in a chest voice. - "Let's meet. Set a time and place. ”
“Tomorrow at seven at the fountain in the central square,” I quickly clicked, not even having time to think that I finish work at six, and I still need to get to the central square at least forty minutes, and buy flowers, drop by home, change clothes, money take off at a cafe-restaurant ...
“Good,” the answer came almost immediately ...
That night I fucked her from behind — first where it was supposed to be, then where my wife wouldn't let me go. This time I tried to imagine what it is.The hair must be blond, with large curls, blue eyes, sensual lips, rough features, a crooked figure, a small chest - I always liked those that looked like Michelle Pfeiffer, only smaller.
And her buttocks so temptingly shudder at my every jolt, and the muscles of the ass so tightly clasp the trunk, that it is impossible to restrain categorically.
In the morning I cleaned myself up - washed, shaved, combed my hair. I even thought that at lunchtime it would not hurt to go to the hairdresser. Then he put on fresh underwear, a clean shirt, a smart outfit, which my wife and I bought for her fortieth birthday. He twirled in front of the mirror, took off everything and carefully ironed, even the shirt and underpants. Mike didn’t put them on - he remembered that it wasn’t comme il faut. He put on the freshest socks, doused with toilet water from head to toe and went to work.
Until the end of the day, I did not endure - I left half an hour earlier. But he managed to go to the hairdresser for flowers. And for about half an hour I cut circles around the fountain.
At seven o'clock a heavy, strong arm fell on my shoulder.
“Hello, I am Tanya,” came the sharp male voice above my ear ...
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What a twist!)))
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More terrible. This is a brainwave and a turn from the gate.
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This mockery is straightforward: - (But what about a blonde with a size of 5 (for example). As a sickle in that very place. But as always, it is beautiful.
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Thank)))))
And sorry to disappoint)))))
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smiled)
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Uh, you pervert ... laugh at the saints?
You guys, you kids,
Turned out accusations.
You are not a goat, the Gray Wolf has come,
It is you who are “ram,” and not he the “goat.”
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))))))) But it will be a lesson to him)))))))
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Evil you))) I still read, forgot about the tag "humorous" and believed in a woman. And you slipped a man ((((
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Hee hee hee))))) So it was thought)))))))
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It will not surprise me if it’s not just a fantasy, but a real story. Well, you never know what happens.
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Honestly, pure fantasy))))) but not without a real background, as there is no smoke without fire;)
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:-)
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+10!!!
For some reason I thought at the very beginning that it would be so.)))))))
When it came to ironing pants and T-shirts, and especially the freshest socks, I was disassembled wild laughter. True, reading about the "silky vagina", I already howled, in anticipation of the firework ending)))))
The only regret is that the story is too short. It was necessary to move the hero's nose for a week so that he would “pi-and-and-and ... boiling water” (c), and then, like a snowball on his head))))))))
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You see, Yura, they’ve already called me cruel here for three days, and if I had been called a man for a week I would have called a man-hater)
Therefore - thank you for the assessment and for the laughter))))))
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And I already told about my first meeting with a correspondence student))))) Probably, this is why the story turned out to be oblomist))))))
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With the first correspondent I also turned out to be a bit fragile ... and with the second one too. After that, I preferred to meet in person))))
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Just about)))))) And even the photo is not a guarantee of success)))))))
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Og! Especially, kada she throws a picture of Angelica Jolie, and he Brad Pitt)))))
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Yes, even if his - Photoshop now every juvenile zadrot can make a handsome painted pimply face)))))))
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Wai, wai, wai. And who popped in a bra? Well, confess))))
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I do not know)))) I have never needed such tricks;))))))
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With the words "I look like a naked woman does not excite." - the Soviet actor came out of the German bath, hiding behind a gang)))))
We know you. You teach a man to your face gradually))))
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My man saw me for the first time in a helmet, a sweatshirt three sizes larger and mounting boots four sizes larger))))) And there was also winter, and under the sweatshirt there were three sweaters))))))) So, in fact, he at first, only the face and saw - everything else could only guess;)))))
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An elephant at a gallop will stop and the trunk will tear off to him)))) And what is your job? Surely a foreman?
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No, not a foreman)))) But almost a year and a half spent on the construction site))))) And now it still happens sometimes))))) But lately, it is increasingly at the computer, in warmth and silence))))))) ( this is a mystery - the answers in lichku;))
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Come on, it will be a surprise. A woman should have a riddle that a man should solve all his life)))) Apparently, accounting, reconciliation and summary. Control over staff to move on legs, not take-away body. Plus the control of materials, that rested though not all)))
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They did not guess)))))) In fact, my work is almost not related to production. But it is connected with people, with communication, or with texts. Everything, I will not say more, and even then it is already transparent))))
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At the construction site communication? A prompter or something?))) Oh, that's who in the Bolshoi Theater exceeded the estimate 3 times))))
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No, it's not me)))))
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Who is there? Busy.)))
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I place about the most recent socks also caught my eye. A wardrobe with shelves presented itself: on the first one - today's socks, on the second - yesterday's socks, on the third - the day before yesterday, on the fourth - the devil knows the former ones.
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I knew a person who picked up socks and so-so - by smell)))) “No, these smell a lot, I’ll put them on the balcony, let them air out, oh, and these are just ventilated - you can put them on”))) ))))
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Condolences))) And he probably also chose cowards by a similar method)))
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Probably, but we were not so close that he told me such details))))))
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But about the socks you know? It's funny))) It happens even better here. One passenger lives in the house next door, so when he wipes his socks once a month and all 30 pairs hang out, it's just a scream.
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Well, I’m saying - smoke without fire ...;)
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BUT? Well, are you already burning? Socks are burning?))) From the KVN of the 90s.
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The only thing I remember from those times:
- Hao, Great Leader!
- Nagila Hao)))))
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- What do the Tatars want?
- Bribes.
- Write, give the Tatars a bribe.
And about “... these are our problems ...” Svetlakov and KO in 2002 were joking.
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After 99 KVN I don’t look - for some reason I don’t want to pret)))) But sometimes it’s pleasant to look at old men))))))
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From the same room.
Nagiyev: Look, Beschatnykh misses from 2 meters into the seven-meter gate.
Hitler: From 2 meters to the seven-meter gate? And these people accuse me of fascism.
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And then Tanyuha with eggs))))) And she bent her line and Tohu)))
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Here you read such a story - and you never want to meet you through the Internet))))
Well written. ten
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Thank)))))
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Very cool. Nice to read, though not enough. The ending is unusual, but very, very funny ..
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Thank you, I'm glad you liked it))))))
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Laughing from the heart.
“The Latest Socks” is the netlenka of the month.
However, the question hung in the air: And then?
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Think you need this "next"? In my opinion, this is enough))))))
And I am glad that you laughed))))))
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Although no one died this time))) Growing. on eyes))))
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Hey, there is also a "humorous" tag - which one "died"?))))))
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Phiii, how unpleasant! hands regards such razvodchikam and everything else too!
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Readers-drocheram dedicated ...)))
Great invented, although I immediately felt a trick. A kind of instructive, humorous story. +10
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Well, not exactly instructive ...)))))
Thanks for the rating - nice)))))
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