I look at the wall. A picture of a dragon, clutching a girl in her arms, looks back at me, inflames imagination and causes a feeling similar to excitement. How many feelings the master has put into her, and if emotions have colors, then it is in this creation. The magnificent old work of the famous Chinese artist, a real gem in the collection of my grandfather. After his death, at the behest of the deceased, the entire collection was transferred to the museum of oriental art, all except for this painting. Grandfather cherished her very much, probably because of this she bequeathed to her grandson.

“Name your price,” I hear this stern voice in the receiver, and I think its owner is standing nearby, towering above me with his persistence. He was looking for this job, came out to me, her owner, and for six months already she has asked me to sell the painting. And each time the proposed amount is higher than the previous one.

- No, Pyotr Alekseevich, - trying also firmly, I answer. - I repeat once again, it's not about the price. This picture is not for sale.

Pyotr Alekseevich Krotov, a well-known collector, businessman, and many more, for the second month, he was courting me with offers to sell his grandfather’s inheritance. "The girl in the arms of the Dragon" would have become an ornament to the eastern collection of this connoisseur, but I did not care about the fullness of his gallery. I am not selling this thing.

Probably because he could not write anything like that. A loser artist, unknown and unpopular, is me. And also because the girl that the Dragon pulled to his open mouth seemed to me like Alina. The same defenseless before the millstones of fate. I thoughtfully look at the picture, and the mind throws me a year ago ...

... Alina nestles in my bed after a mutual morning orgasm. He has already become our ritual since we settled together.

“My sweet,” she whispers, and I know she would have continued. Having sex with Alina was just as cool ... how easy it is to talk to her. I have never had such a clever and erudite girl.

And erotic. I always wanted her. She was jokingly worried that because of the frequency of our sex, I would abandon the painting.

Alina gets out of bed that morning, and I lie, seeing the hillocks of naked butt turned to me, I lift my eyes higher, pass through her graceful back, hair and ...

At first decided that it seemed to me. A ring of murky haze, translucent but dirty, hung over her head. I rub my eyes, then another, the ring has not disappeared. I get up and run my hand over Alina's crown, as if trying to catch what she saw, she laughs. She looked at the request to look up and replied that it was time for me to whiten the ceiling. I understand that processed. Or not sleep. Or something with eyes. You need a rest or a doctor, or just write a masterpiece painting and finally become famous, earn money and buy Alina a diamond ring. With the proposal to marry me.

We had breakfast, and the illusory ring hung all the time with my girlfriend above her head, I simply did not pay attention to him. Alina will return from work in the evening, and the ring will disappear - another mirage in my difficult life.

- I can not hold you, it's time for me to take a picture to the exhibition. I'll try to shove her there.

“You have talent,” she said then.

“I have you,” I replied, and then a long, mutual kiss on the lips. Last...

An hour later, I had already approached the exhibition building, when the mobile phone rang. “Alinochka” - her favorite female name appeared on the screen. Turn on the phone.

“I forgot to tell you,” I heard in the phone a confession mixed with the noise of the road. She crosses the street, I understand. - I love you very much ... I ...

A sharp knock and turn off the mobile. Fear inside. She did not finish. I throw a picture and run to her. Into emptiness...

Alina died without regaining consciousness in an emergency hospital.The victim of hitting the car, completing the transition to the "red" tragic case in the format of statistics. No guilt and no responsibility. Torn on the "before" and "after" the life of a boy in love. Then - alcohol and seclusion in the grandfather's apartment. Pain in the heart and darkness in the head, having survived which I gradually returned to life. That's just very rarely began to draw.

What happened next? And then - again they are.

Rings.

... Three months after the death of his beloved, and I began to appear again in public. Once, reducing the void of the day, I wandered along the embankment, as I saw it there.

Ring over the girl's head. Same as Alina’s, only dimmer. But I knew that it was not hanging by chance. Young, with lush forms, not a beauty, but an attractive girl strode boldly towards me. I dig into her with a startled, confused look, imagining how ridiculous I look at this moment. She throws back a slight grin, just looking sideways. I can't let her go like this.

“Girl ...” I catch up with her and block her path. I breathe heavily, stumble upon a look full of curiosity.

- You will have a misfortune ... Soon.

“An original way to get to know each other,” she notes ironically, and once again, already carefully examines me from head to toe. - And you are nothing like that. Cute

I force myself to calm down and make some acquaintance. She is at work in the evening, she lives alone in a rented apartment. Provincial, working as a waitress at the White Horse club, and there is no guy in this period of life. But she has time before the night shift, and she accepts my invitation to take a walk. I try to act more at ease, but in vain I try to scan, guess its future, understand how and when this will happen. But that trouble will happen, I had no doubt. Alina's face stood before her eyes. The way it was on that damned morning.

I escort Tanya (that was the name of the waitress) to her house, a couple of hours later she would be at work. She writes me a phone number, but I can not suppress the alarm. I have to be with her all the time.

“Tanya,” I say in a shaking, serious voice. - I can not let you go ...

Tanya smiles slyly and looks for something in my eyes.

- Can not? Well, then let's go.

Ten minutes later I find myself in her bed in a small room. She greedily kisses me on the lips, flies into her mouth with her tongue, and, starving for female affection, I answer her. She takes off her blouse, demonstrating a lush breasts of the fourth size, and I unbutton the bra, releasing her erotic luxury, while noticing how tense, tangled by Tanya's hand, crawls out. After Alina, I didn’t have a woman, and I decided to take advantage of Tanya in all favor. I upset her on the bed and panty off the girl. She spreads her legs, and even wider, when I, leaning heavily, enter into it to the full depth. Tanya screams ...

I swing on her, she moans at every push, and I realize that I can’t take it a long time, for too long there was no sex. The member plunges into a soft warm vagina, absorbs girlish moisture - the fruit of excitement and passion. Already close, I wrap my nipples with her sexy lips and cum.

A flash of light in the brain! The flow of sperm is discharged into Tanya, and the brain seems to be moving into a completely different space ... Fire, smoke, devouring everything, the cries of people, the sound of fighting dishes and panic. The flame covers the girl ...

I scream. Tanya hugs me, and with my mind I return to her room, I feel a female body pressed against me, naked with sweat. She kisses me in the ear and whispers affectionate words suitable for the occasion of the newly appeared lover. I come to myself completely and comprehend the experienced vision.

“Tanechka,” I say, looking at her figure stretched in relaxation from the pleasure she received. - Do not go to work today.

- The boy wants me more? - she smiles, seductively and pretty eyes shining.

- And how. I want to stay with you until morning. - I do not dare to explain anything to her, risking to be exposed outside the door with a diagnosis of "crazy" .... Read more →