Lucy is a modest, mean woman and, as it turned out, fucking. She wanted to have sex — razrachny, daring, so that the pipes would hum and the heat blaze, rising to the sky with blue sparks.

After registering on a dating site, and quietly surprised by the many fans who decided to fuck her, she fell into a stupor. Half an hour later, the embodiment of universal justice appeared, in the form of Alexander, who at once repulsed her desire to communicate with other fans.

The wires of the Internet were whispered by the lips of a knight of obscenity, right up to Mandelstam. It seemed to the girl that she almost stood up, and Alexander was sure that he had almost won.

The arrow was assigned quickly and suddenly. Tomorrow at 19.00. at the entrance to the cafe "Forget-Me".

Lucy put on her face the color of smoky ice, dabbed red lipstick, the colors of hard sex and, winking at her reflection in the mirror, was pleased with herself.

She was wearing a tweed jacket, a white blouse with an open collar, which showed off her heavy breasts and skirt. Her hair was gathered into a bundle of slightly irregular shape, from which several locks fell around her neck.

Having waved carelessly perfume near the ears, catching the subtle smell of favorite French perfumes, she went out into the unknown.

Alexander was waiting for her near the entrance and turned out to be a copy of his photo — a luxurious blond, with curly strands slicked back, glittering pale eyes in an armful of heaps of black eyelashes. He was tall, imposing, stern and inspired hope for rainbow happiness. Taking the elbow and sat her, slowly began a conversation. Lucy's brain burned with fiery letters: SEX! HAPPINESS! JOY!

- Liusya, you are so beautiful that all the words that I have prepared have disappeared somewhere.

- What are you, what are you ... and you are so tall, courageous and ... - then nothing went to mind - and she drove the thought away, focusing on the menu.

The waiter came up and Lucy said:

- a cup of tea and carrot pudding

- Liusya I don't want wine? literally a wine glass to dilute the happiness of meeting with a magnificent flavor bouquet.

- at your discretion

- then two wine glasses of red dry, sweet, cheese plate and carpaccio ...

- I love to eat, - Lucy blurted out, - when they bury me, I will weigh 120 kg.

“You look beautiful,” said Alexander.

“I would have looked great if I had dropped five kilos,” a woman replied looking at him.

- I stick to my previous statement.

In such events flowed evening dating. They fascinated each other with words, burned their eyes, and Alexander involuntarily stroked his knee in particularly passionate moments.

The sun cut the table in half and stopped at her hands. “Beautiful,” Alexander decided finally.

- where now?

- You can walk and go for a cup of coffee to me. I said that I make wonderful cinnamon coffee.

Time passed unnoticed, the evening city shone with bright neon lights, reflected in black puddles, and unwittingly fascinated. Here one could include pop music, something optimistic and penetrating the soul with aching strings, ballad, or Italians, Lucy loved them very much, they reminded her youth with her sweet sound, added her girlish delight before the start of something unusual and new.

Bringing Lucy home, he took off her shoes with soft and confident movements, put his feet in slippers so that she felt his involvement with the house, sat on a chair, and began to shamanize over the Turks.

- coffee should be brewed without stirring ... blah blah blah ..

Liusya I heard his insinuating velvety voice, a mysterious silver-night timbre, and was ready to surrender to the table, but she held herself in her hands. After all, this has never happened to her, and then a sudden impulse, I want to tear off my clothes, throw myself down and, as a goddess, with my arms folded on my chest before my god.

Then there was the country “Coffeemania”, stopping at the last sip, the first hot kiss and Alexander swims to the bathroom, put himself in order, cheer up, maybe take a look if he has time, leaving the heroine of today's novel alone with his fantasies.

Time dragged on slowly, Liusyenka began to suffer mood swings, which constitute an important part of the female charm. She then fell into a nirvanic thrill, then hysteria as a girl with a positive test, then she allowed herself such fantasies that no one can afford at all, then listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom, wondering what could be the sound of it. In general, she behaved like a trolley bus driver - sensitively and intensely.

The appearance of Christ to the people deigned to appear in ten minutes, which stretched out for our heroine in galactic eternity.

Alexander left, inevitably and irrevocably, as the constitution of the Russian Federation. His slender hairy legs ended with black-and-yellow roller boots, which resembled Pirelli tires on the outskirts of the village, still comme il faut, but they would not reach the autobahn. Looking up, lingering on his knotted knees and further to the treasury of male libido and selfishness-huy. This is where Lucy looked and opened her mouth. His pride swayed with a flagpole, from side to side, knocking with one or the other with every ride at each riding step. Eggs hung like pears devastated by life and called back to the movement.

“Ding-dong, ding-dong, what a strange chime,” Lucy whispered with white lips in horror.

The lower part of the face was covered with a surgical bandage, only brilliant pale eyes, cold stone, attracted the one who looked at them. “If only there is no scalpel in the back,” thought Lucy.

In the dim light falling from a light bulb, he reminded her of a two-masted schooner with black and yellow sails and a bell rubbed to shine, floating from the mouth of the bath to her shores.

- roll me for dick, - Alexander gave the order.

Lucy issued a pair of nervous laughter in the open window, and the subsequent ones overtook the previous ones, and cheerfully indicated their superiority.

She grabbed a mug and in one fell swoop drank the black cake, which donkey caries on her teeth. Pure to warm up and relieve international tensions.

- I will not! - she looked with wide eyes at the cock, swinging in front of her nose. - let me out! I'm dumping!

- but dick, the door is closed and now you will be a guide.

Most importantly, friends, so that in your life there is always a place for a joyful song. Lucy did not live with funny trifles, funny transience, so grabbing the man by the dick, she rolled him around the room. It is said that when cornering, he raised his leg, trying to portray a swallow, while leaning toward Luce and endowing his beautiful eyes with winter cold.

Written by me. From the stories of the celestials mamba. Fixed and clothed in shape.