After exhausting virtual correspondence on a dating site, he finally decided to personally see the enchantress.

I went everyday, previously phoned. Early in the morning the train approached the station of the provincial town. There was still time before the meeting, so several hours had to wander through the narrow streets of the central part and admire the merchant mansions. Thank God, the weather was warm.

A teacher of elementary grades ... School yard. A flock of kids. “Goodbye, Larisa Petrovna. We washed the board. ”... She recognized me right away. She smiled and waved her hand.

When I went on a trip I thought that I was going to an ordinary liar, like thousands of women who were inventing a virtual image for themselves ... I wanted to see how much a real person was different from him. It turned out that it was catastrophic about this woman. Larisa wrote the truth and only the truth. She did not learn to lie, and, indeed, was - a fool ...

It was impossible to go to her, because I lived with my daughter - a teenager and ex-husband - an alcoholic, who from time to time pounded her and a girl ... Perfect incapacity for real life. When he offered her, several times to hand over her husband to the police, so that they would put him in prison, scolded me that it was impossible to joke so cruelly.

We went to the apartment of a friend. Odnushka in retro style. With a ficus and a yellow canary in a cage. It all started with tea and cake. There they are baked amazingly. In Moscow, such a hundred years have not ever tried.

I have a sign: if it all starts with a biscuit, it never ends with an anal ...

A little distraction from the story, to note the unpleasant fact that I was disappointed by my appearance ... I imagined it to be completely different. More vulgar. With a very good figure. And breast size four. However, there is such a deep abyss between photography and reality ... And the spout is bigger. And the chest is smaller and hangs not so sexy. And thick legs. Well, in general, everything was wrong.

But the soul is beautiful and romantic. The cute creature naively believed that in social networks one could find a beautiful prince who would take her along with the child far away — far away — and she would love him, protect sleep and, like Sulamifi, protect her breast from the enemy sword ... Woman which can make up the happiness of any man !!! ... But personally, the false bitches give birth to me ... So drink, Zhenya, tea and see how much time is left before your train leaves ...

After the anal cake, really, did not happen ... Carefully began to undress her ... "Temptress" fluttered. I asked not to hurry ... They sat on the sofa. She put my head on her lap and gently stroked her sparse hair ... When her clear green eyes, through my dull eyes, looked into my soul, I felt uneasy ... I felt like I was doing a terrible thing ...

We made a clean bedding set ... Colorful. Huge poppies in the whole sheet. Undressed. A member refused to work. Completely! He was hanging out very nicely ... Blowjob helped him to find a tolerable form ... He noted to himself that virtually this kind of sex turned out to be much better for her ... But what affectionate and gentle! (I am writing and, as if, I am offering a stray dog ​​into good hands.) And then there was intercourse in a worker-peasant pose. Once. And we went to the kitchen to finish drinking tea ... That's all!

Went to see me off. They stood at the carriage embracing. She kissed my ear and forefinger touched a mustache. Agreed to come to her for Christmas. The train started, and Laura was walking alongside the carriage As in the old Soviet films about traveling to virgin lands.

I went to the toilet, pulled a SIM card from my mobile phone and threw it into the toilet. When I returned to Moscow I left the dating site, having previously erased all the content ...I had her phone number in my diary. So pulled out and destroyed this page. Do you know why?

I will answer honestly, I did not keep the numbers because, God forbid, paralysis will break me, and I, by my weakness, call her or, if my hands are taken away, I will ask someone to do it. I am sure she will come and bring the crap after me ... And if they put me in prison (we can't do anything about this), she will follow me to Siberia, like a Decembrist.

When I write these lines, in the next room there is a young bitch who does not care about me or my stories. She discusses clothes with her friend ... And she wonders what will happen to her other lover's corporate party. I am terribly worried about whether Stas Mikhailov will come there. He is not worried about being dragged away from his songs, but because the absence of a “minstrel” will lower the status of the party ...

This doll has slender legs, beautiful breasts, plump lips ... Youth and empty blue eyes. And I have money, a distorted psyche ... and a constant desire to plant for her "for the most not indulge" ... Lying and greedy. And I will never throw out her cell phone number ...