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.. Do you know how I did when I left?
- How?
- Uh ... I will not say.
- What?
- Togo. Nevermind. Forget!
- So, say!
- Not. Let's do better like that. Have you played the toss for a long time?
- Eeee ... You played the last time with you.
- Well, let's update. Look, I quit - and ... If it's tails, I'm telling me that ... Well, I'm telling. And if an eagle - then you.
- What should I tell?
- Well ... well, tell me what you most wanted from me then, okay? Honestly, okay?
- Okay.
Vlada, closing her eyes, threw a coin.
- Eagle! Agaaaaa! All right, Andryukh. Truth, only truth and nothing but the truth!
- The truth?
Andrei sighed. Paused.
- I wanted ... I wanted to see your ... well, boobs. And in general - naked. See you, in a sense.
- Soooo. And I thought - we have such a pure friendship ... Did teenage hormones play?
- Something like that.
- And now you want to see?
- What?
- Well, Andryukh, how is it possible to blunt so godlessly? Well, not the same.
- Uh ... I want to.
Vlada straightened, breathed, exhaled, closed her eyes, laughed ... and pulled off the golf.
There was nothing under it.
“Wow,” said Andrei, not knowing what to say.
- Further show?
Andrei was silent. But his gaze was so eloquent that Vlada, pink as a bullfinch, stood up, turned her back on him and took off her jeans with shorts.
Then, without turning around, she said:
- Little problem.
- What?
- I can not turn around. I hesitate.
- Eeee ... - Andrew moaned, looking at her elastic, like two balls, buttocks. Then he got up and walked carefully in front.
Vlada stood with her eyes closed. Then he suddenly went into hysterical laughter.
- What are you doing? - asked Andrei.
- Ahahahaha ... Nothing. Do not pay attention.
- No, what for?
- Ahaha ... I have never been so ashamed. Even when virginity deprived.
- Well ... well, what? - repeated Andrew, like a parrot, looking at her nipples. Plump, tasty, they swayed with laughter, like berries on jelly puddings.
Vlada opened her wet eyes and looked at her chest too.
“She hasn’t grown since then,” she said, as if she was apologizing.
- I dreamed then how I take them in my mouth. I remembered right now, ”Andrei said quietly.
Vlada was silent.
He was silent too. Then he slowly bent down - and timidly, as if afraid to get burned, pressed his mouth to her nipple.
He was hot and salty. He burned his salt Andreev language. Holding it in his mouth, Andrei looked down at Vlad.
She breathed quickly, as if she was being driven like a wolf. Her small breasts went shaking, butting Andrew straight in the face.
“I also dreamed of looking there,” he said just as quietly, squatting down. “See ... touch ... and see everything, everything,” he continued, touching the pink bud.
He could not fit into the lips of the genital lips, as if he wanted to grow from there a large flower. Vlada froze, - and Andrei carefully studied the wet petals, turning them over with his fingers, like a nerd. They swelled with moisture under his hands, opened towards him, blossomed before his eyes ...
Slowly, slowly, as if he was afraid to scare this miracle, Andrei moved closer, pulled the bud and licked right in the middle.
Then he looked up at Vlad's eyes, burned about them - and licked again. Then again, again and again ...
- Yyyyyhhhh! - Vlad suddenly shouted in a bass, swayed and grabbed Andrei's hair painfully. Otpryanuv, he watched as little geysers were splashing out of a jammed bud. - Yyyy ... Oooh ... oo ... Oooooh!
She collapsed onto the sofa and laughed, covering her face with her hands. Dumbfounded Andrew continued to squat, looking at her.
- What are you doing? He finally asked.
- Ahahahaha! - she laughed. - Ahahaaa ... aaaouououu ... I have never been so excited. Ny-kaaaaa ...
- Seriously?
- You felt me there, felt me ... and I really felt that you and I were sixteen years old. Andrew, - she said plaintively. - So what do we do?
“I don't know,” said Andrei.
- Just met, consider ... It's wrong, right?
“I don’t know,” repeated Andrew, unbuttoning his pants.
... He swam into it, as in melted butter. Vlada shyly waved at him.
“I imagined it in a completely different way,” he said, sliding smoothly through her. - Then when you left ... I thought ... I thought ...
- Aah? - moaning Vlad.
- I thought ... It doesn't matter. I...I love you. All this time even the girl wasn’t normal ... I tried to drown you ... Aah ... Aahhh ...
Sex was getting hotter, and it was getting harder to talk, although I really wanted to.
Vlada bent and flowed hot mercury in Andrey's hands. She tried to tell him through a moan, how she dreamed about him in Israel, how she mentally kissed and fucked him until she finished in mid-sentence, and she was not bending and breaking beneath him into parts - and then Andrei himself sprinkled in her and fell on a body bent like a spring ...
***
When he left, Vlad sat on the sofa and sat for a long time, looking straight ahead.
Then she began to speak:
- Andryusha. I want to tell you something ... I deceived you. Vlada died many years ago, almost as soon as she arrived in Israel. She was killed by a shell. I am not Vlad. Do you remember the Rose that you called "petty"? Spinning under your feet, remember? Fourteen years, neither faces, no acne, only acne ... You did not see how she looked at you, I know. You have not seen anything except your Vlada. And Vlada did not see you. She had her boys above the roof. And I saw everything ... Then Vlada was gone. And I received your letters. Opened, read and roared, roared with love and envy of the dead sister. All this was a long time ago. I thought it was all over, but it turned out not. At eighteen, I gave myself to the first kid who wanted me, and I got Dyushka. Andrew. Andrew ... No, I can not. I can not tell him! ..
Rosa wept and fell on the sofa.
When Dyushka came from school, she told him:
- Synul, I want to change the name.
- Like this? Is that allowed?
- Can. I will make a new passport. Now my name is Vlad. Remember, okay?
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The picture is painted with lively colors. And what colors! Bright, shimmer. Burning beaming feelings.
+10
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Suddenly, despite the name. A bit short and concise, but so heartfelt. Thank!
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Oh, this is your style. You will learn from a thousand
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Oh, man!
You know how to turn out the reader. Indeed, your style will be recognized immediately. How nice that you spoil us with your stories. Thank! Full dozen.
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I read a lot of stories on this site and never unsubscribed in the comments, regardless of whether you like non -...
BUT ... after reading this ... CLASS ... GREAT !!!
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Simple arithmetic. 17 ratings. 16, saw with my own eyes. And a sharp drop.
16*10=160
160+1=161
161/17= 9, 47
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As always :)
Only about the projectile in Israel, I would bring closer to the truth of life. So - almost unbelievable.
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Why so? Qassam could fly into the window ...
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Death as a result of the attack is much more likely.
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A bright red rose blossomed in a foreign land,
Vlad's name is still a splinter in her heart.
Memory holds us tightly, as a trap for the heart,
Drink past in one gulp and fill with deception.
A new name will be my new fate,
The door from the past to tomorrow will open this name.
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You know, reading you, I understand that we all here for the most part play authors and writers. And when you read, you see, everything is imitation, a game, and only a few manage to create real life on paper. I believe every word, although I know for sure, it does not happen.
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Referring to Umberto Eco! I did not expect to experience an intellectual orgasm by going to this site)
Thanks you :)
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Get out !!! I expressed my emotions in many ways and in different ways, but after reading this I could not do it differently. 15!! No, all 25 !!!
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Thank you, Man!
10 points, 3 checkboxes. Although these estimates do not fully reflect the beauty of the story.
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as always great!))))
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And I could not understand everything, where did Rosa) At the beginning, I scratched the question, then somehow the attention shifted. Sly))
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I do not know, but for some reason I don’t really ... It happens ...
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Tear burst, infection! No, I knew that you write well, but it is a masterpiece! Your mother for the leg, more of this is necessary, so that emotions over the edge !!!
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Very clean.
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I have not appeared on the site for a long time. And as an author, and as a reader quite a while. I will not criticize, because as an opinion I can shove myself deeply somewhere))) The plot is quite interesting, the ending was unexpected. What to say ... Like)
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She was expecting a story about monks, the Inquisition, a description of Dolchin's orgies, or at least a more detailed story about Adson with an unnamed peasant. Eh.
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This story has already been. More precisely, the novel.
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I also thought about Eco
disgusting type
good no
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Yeah, and I'm not very postmodern.
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Of course, you stand out.
Master.
You write, not describe.
Briefly and capaciously, in essence.
But ... a little cold story.
Mood, laziness, fatigue - everything affects the author.
Vlad was killed, the name Andrew, letters, meeting, sex - is understandable.
Why change the name?
If for the sake of meeting with Andrew - the deception will be revealed.
For Vlada, it makes no sense. Meaning in your life.
Meetings will no longer be - even more so.
Without an idea with the name, the story would hit the point even more painfully.
And would be a "diamond"
with all of "your" unique facets that you create.
With respect to your creativity ...
I can say one thing: write more often.
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It's simple. Recognizing her (as he thought), Andrei asked - “Vlad”?
For a woman in love, it is very painful. In one instant, Rosa was convinced that the phantom of her jealousy did not die with Vlada, and now, in this wonderful meeting, she can destroy everything again.
All this, of course, was not an inference, but an intuition. Rosa, perhaps, did not know herself why she had told Andrew - “yes, I am Vlada.” But ... further it was impossible to leave the game.
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Further deadlock.
You can't build a life on deception. No
With the son will be neponyatki, why?
With a ... you can walk to the deep depression.
Or am I a monogamy moralist of some kind.
And my understanding of the situation of the heroine does not care.
Or, if you continue, as an option, beat a dead end.
Or ... write. With pleasure, I read.
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You need to start writing books, SINGULALLY. Already 15 in a row I read the story. I just can not stop.
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