and the eyes, clear, blue, the colors of the river waves, enthusiastically examine the picture. I went down a glance below, walking down her folding, slim figure. Neat chest, trimmed with a swimsuit, rounded thighs, lines of long legs. The girl is good by any standards.

“Thank you,” I say, “Only I have not finished yet.”

No artist tolerates being distracted. But this is another case.

- Do you draw people? - this beauty continues conversation.

- Of course - all that remains is to answer me.

- And draw me please. I will pay.

She is one of those who can change men's decisions and principles. The refusal of money from the recently taken rules not to draw women and an hour of time. The girl is resting on the beach with friends and asks them not to touch her for an hour. The hand slides along with the brush on the paper, she poses, raising her bright beautiful face, and the wind conveys her smell to me. I did my best. After the time spent, I hand her a portrait, the girl is pleased and grateful.

“Here,” she draws a series of numbers on a piece of paper, “if you still want to draw me in a different perspective,” and laughs. - I am Alina.

Beat under heart from the name pronounced at acquaintance. My breath caught, as if I had blocked my lungs, and through this stupor I was able to say:

- Vlad.

- Nice to meet you, - she chirps, - You have a talent, Vlad. I know a little about painting ...

I would listen to her for hours, watching how the corners of her lips move apart at words, how her eyes play in the sun, changing colors, how her chest rises while breathing. Alina, the magic of the name or just a cool girl? I keep the conversation going, we communicate until her friends are ready to leave. The sun is already setting, and there's absolutely nothing to do on the beach. At parting, she shakes my right hand, and I squeeze a piece of paper with her number in my left.

Returning home late at night. I insert a key into the door, but I notice that it is not needed. The door to the apartment is opened and the lock is broken. I pass inside, run into the hall and notice what I was expecting when I noticed breaking.

Pictures with a girl and a dragon were not on the wall! The room was empty without the glitter of this great work. Well, something happened that I expected. She needed her, and he found a way to get it.

I will not contact the police. I do not exclude that they are looking for me for what I did with women. Some of my victims could have a good visual memory ...

... we all do stupid things. Whether to keep their statistics, whether to analyze the reasons, whether to always fix, everyone decides for himself, but there are actions that alter hundreds of others according to the severity of the consequences. Just do not know when her commit this nonsense. In the meantime, I hesitated a few days and dialed the number of my new acquaintance.

We met once, then again. Relationships dragged on, more precisely, developed, we found a lot that we liked each other, pulled like two torn, but found half. We walked, said, holding hands. Everything is as it usually happens between a guy and a girl. But it was unusual for me. It was as if I found the lost in Alina, and she did not resist, revealing in herself my find. And when I took her home, I wanted to kiss her - on the lips. He pulled her close, but Alina, smiling, dodged and gave me a cheek.

And then the third date. I was waiting at the entrance to the park when I saw Alina. He staggered at the sight of her slender figure walking towards me, in a form-fitting blue dress.

She smiled affably, and a dark ring hung over her head!

Why so? Why do you? The one to which I could first feel something after the death of another. I could hardly speak to her, citing some minor problems, as an answer to the girl’s reaction and to her question, what happened to me. You would know that with me. Yes, with me, because your future troubles will be mine. I am no longer willing to lose.

Ring, clear and gray, almost to black.I already knew that such rings are when misfortune is at hand. I have to save her.

- Alina, - I ask in a frozen voice. - Let's go to my place. Do not refuse, please.

She was a little confused, not thinking that I would be so determined, but she agreed to be visiting the guy on the third date. I will not rape her. I will not touch her finger. I will simply look around, looking for, calculating, calculating the vector of the coming trouble. Constantly turning my head around, while we go to my house. She notices my focus on the environment, and not on her - I again justify myself. Finally, we are in an apartment, and there should be no danger here. Could I change the circumstances, without taking her for a walk, as I was going, and home, as it should not have been originally? But the ring above his head confirmed that the trouble had not yet passed. It is necessary to outwit once again the fate, as it was possible with other girls. In the meantime, she examines my bachelor dwelling, my pictures and notices Alina's photo on the table.

- Who is it?

I told her about my lost bride. She sympathizes with me, and I carefully look at Alina. In the photo on the table. On the guest. They became one for me. Even their name was common.

The darkness outside the window prompted her to go. She is looking for a handbag, and invites her to spend. I do not move from a place.

- Alina ...

I have to explain everything to her. About the rings, about the fact that I will not leave her for a moment, because she may die. I know that I will be perceived as crazy, but the strength of the arguments and my feeling should help me to convince her, and Alina - to believe. It will be a lot of words ...

“I will not leave you for a moment,” I could only utter in a trembling voice.

- Right? - smiling, she asks and comes close to me.

The first kiss from Alina, her first intimacy initiative. She led her face to mine, and I burst my tongue into the girl's lips in a whirlwind; she gives in and responds with soft, gentle touches. Hugging her around the waist, tearing myself from my lips and digging into the neck, covering her with kisses. She throws back her head, allowing me to show my tenderness. Alina begins to breathe loudly, jerking, and female, sharp fingers dig into my back. Again a kiss on the lips, merging us together, and so we find ourselves on my bed. I catch her burning agitated look, with the first half of my brain I undress Alina naked, and the second I realize that this evening she will not leave. Both are excited, her blue dress flies away, and her body by frank nudity beckons me to her. I admire the shape of her breasts, hanging like ripe, appetizing fruits. I take off my clothes and in seconds interlace with Alina into a web of passion.

“Just do not rush,” she whispers her request, and confesses. - I haven't had a boyfriend for a long time.

I heed her words and slowly squeezed the girl's snow-white panties, run my hand along her crotch. She spreads her legs, and I know what to do. Alina needs to be prepared, I don’t want to comprehend her experience - why there wasn’t a guy, how long ago and so on, I don’t need it. All that is needed is her pleasure and gratitude for him. I put my head down to her heart, admiring its narrow brownish hollow. It must be expanded to enter easily, without pain for the girl. I run my tongue around the heart, then the clitoris, she shudders and moans, clasping my head with her hands, as if trying to stop, but then presses her to her bottom. The hole was already covered with moisture, as gratitude for my first efforts. I licked Alina while she moaned and arched like a panther, convincing me that she was pleased. I penetrate the tongue into her hole, than I deserve another loud moan. Soon Alina sharply jerked and dispersed in a scream that confirmed her first fast orgasm.

I give it to come to his senses, although I am exhausted from the desire to break into a body warmed by caress.

“Come on,” she said soon. Alina pulled me to her, and I lean on her, squeezing, as if in a vice. A member that has been tense for a long time finds its way and flies in, like a welcome, long-awaited companion of female love. Alina just picks up my buttocks with nails, it is easy, like a bee sting, and I commit ... Read more →