I have been keeping a diary for many years, more than 20 years. Starting from high school until the middle of the first decade of the XXI century. It was not a diary in terms of what well-known personalities, writers and politicians were, with reflections and lyrical digressions. It was a brief overview, not even a review, but a listing of what I had besides everyday life, well, for example, I watched such a performance, or visited a concert of such a performer. In student times - which passed the exam test or where with what report did you give. When it began to work - the names of organizations and programs that are under development. If something important happened in politics, he also mentioned briefly: Brezhnev died (Andropov, Chernenko), Gorbachev introduced anti-alcohol measures (money exchange), Yeltsin won the election (or gave way to Putin). What was not in my diaries - loving-erotic-sexual episodes, mainly because I was not sure that the privacy of the diary would not be broken by friends or personalities unknown to me. But since, on the other hand, love and sex occupy a very important place in the life of a young guy and a man, and I also wanted to know for the future that I had an interesting and intimate aspect on this day, I developed a primitive code for myself which allowed even a lot of time later to reconstruct the events of a sexual nature.

The structure of this story will be like this. At first, I'm young (dd) I quote from a few lines from the diary with minimal changes (most often, just changing the names and nicknames of real people and other details that could lead to disclosure of confidentiality), and then I’m the current one (DD) I give a more or less detailed description of what happened.

dd: December 30, 199 (x-1). In Moscow, in the morning there was slush and zero temperature, I wore a wide-open coat and it was still hot. At noon with things he came to the metro ***, Buck was already there, Us soon drove up with his brother in a car, drove us to the airfield of the city of Moscow region ***. Brother left, Us dangled with papers, Buck and I chatted, smoked and watched the planes being loaded. We dined at a cafe, for dinner, Us said far away, did not go anywhere, bought food in a stall, had a quick snack. Around 10 pm Us said that everything was loaded, paper matters were settled, but the take-off was allowed only on December 31, so we board the plane and wait. Whether today’s midnight, or tomorrow's 23–59, but on the 31st we’ll take off for sure.

DD: The situation is this. Us is a businessman of the epoch of primitive accumulation, the very “new Russian” (albeit of non-Russian nationality), who are usually laughed at in anecdotes. Sly, cruel, cautious and risky at the same time. Currently he is organizing a large cargo delivery (on three aircraft) to Yakutia. I learned about me from my brother, who studied at the time with my childhood friend. Computers were one of his past deliveries, now he needs a specialist who will bring all this into a decent look, and not a mixture of game consoles and typewriters. He will find out the pricing for the programs from me, he nods that he will go, and at the same time, I am sure, he will not know this information from me first. In response to my cautious question, does he need to roll back and how many percent, grins, "son, not everything is measured with money, people need to do good". One and a half thousand bucks (and that is how much I requested for 3 programs) is not money for him, of course, and even less 10-15% of them. At the same time, he abruptly hit his assistant Buck, when he gave some official a bribe, not $ 50, as was discussed, but 100. Buck is a simpler guy, in the pipeline, a cross between an assistant manager and a pitch six .

dd: December 31, 199 (x-1)We took off at night around 2 hours, 6 hours flight plus 6 hours time difference, and another 6 hours was the unloading of airplanes and paperwork, Raisa’s home was only at 9 pm, where, tired but satisfied with the successful flight, they celebrated the New Year. Immediately after midnight, the guests began to come, to congratulate the hostess on the New Year, it seemed to be decided where I would stay these days. I was very tired, somewhere in 2 I went to bed, and already in the morning I saw ... (here comes the encryption).

DD: Yakutia met us with a fierce frost, which, however, the locals mockingly called the Sochi climate, only - 15. We went to celebrate New Year to the director of the company, who ordered all this cargo, and who needed my programs. An amazing coincidence - and her name was Raisa Maksimovna, and she looked like Gorbachev's wife. Short-haired, nimble and bony, young and hysterical old woman (in any case, a 50-year-old or so woman was perceived in this way for about 25 years from my position). It was a surprise for me that when the guests had already gone, Raisa Maksimovna spread the sofa in the big room, laid herself there and Usa, and I was in another room. Coming out to the entrance to smoke with Buck, I ask, and what, Us, fucks this Raika? He grins and says, well, sometimes he probably fucks, I have not seen. Buck said goodbye and went to his girlfriend there, and in my brain there were still some misunderstandings about how Us, a prominent man in general between the ages of 35 and 40, can have a better friend than his on this old woman.

Plus, what was surprising during the feast that Raisa Maksimovna treated Usa with ostentatious disdain, cut him off, laughed, made fun of the accent, sent to the kitchen for some products, and it was obvious how angry Us was and how it was compromises both in front of Buck and in front of me. But at that moment I was most interested in two questions, and, having made sure during the conversations between the toasts, that both of them would receive a positive solution (the first is the question of payment, and the second - of residence), I fell asleep with a calm conscience.

I woke up either on my own (I wanted to go to the toilet), or from some sounds. I had to go to the toilet through a large room, and going to the door, I already clearly heard sounds, on the one hand, as if sex, and on the other - violence. It’s good that I didn’t open the door right away, but having slightly moved the curtain that was closing the glass in the door, in the light of the garlands hanging on the Christmas tree, I saw the following.

Us hard fucked Paradise. She stood on her knees on the couch, he stood behind her and hammered a member into her. Almost every friction was accompanied either with a smack of slaps on the buttocks, or Us took Rai halfpopia into his lap and spread them to the maximum, pushing himself deep. On the face of Usa, there was very little bliss from sex, but to the maximum anger. Interfering with the words of the Russian and native language, he would say “like this to you, bitch, like this, 6mydina, get stronger, e6 deeper, you'll know how to anger me.” But Raika was a baldela from the heart, there was nothing painful in her groans, but only the ecstasy of good banging and waving. “Fuck me like a bitch, I am all wet from you, I adore you, Us, how good you eat, Us, you are real food” - her words were heard in response.

At some point, I burst out laughing, well, that lovers enthralled by each other did not hear. Raisa Maksimovna, apparently wanting to make her partner pleasant, began to speak swear words in his native language, and, given the emphasis, came out extremely comical, and not erotic.

Either these words sounded a pretext, or they always had such a ritual - I don't know. But Us for some time stopped the frictions, and in my opinion from the darkness, he began to just fumble at her crotch. But as it turned out, he just changed the holes. Realizing that now it will fuck in the ass, Paradise bent stronger and she spread her buttocks with her hands. Us tried to move in with her, but failed.He then spat into the palm of his hand, moistened the head of the penis abundantly, squeezed at the base with his other hand and slowly inserted it. Silence reigned for a few seconds, only their hoarse breathing was heard. Then everything went as before, furious fuck, slaps on the pope (Paradise removed her hands), mat-peremat is already in 4 languages ​​(the old woman decided to show her education, exclaiming “Fuck, Yus!”, And Us made it clear polyglot, cursing her in Tatar).

Us began to move faster, suddenly pulled out a member and shouted, "Suck, 6!). He pulled back a little and put one foot on the sofa. Raisa promptly turned, literally squeezed her whole body between his legs, and swallowed a member to the ground. Us put his hands on the back of her head, and apparently, parallel to his splash, he pressed, prompting her to take it deeper. His satisfied rumbling was interspersed with the sounds of swallowing, and her hands stroked his ass, not hugging from the side, but penetrating from below.

Finally, Us let go of the back of her head and lowered her leg from the couch. Paradise for some time sucking dick, then released. Squeezing at the base, she made a couple of outstanding movements a few times, draining the remnants of sperm on her tongue. Then, licked a little rapidly falling member, she fumbled for slippers and went to the side of the bathroom, and Us, at last, not with an evil, but with a pleased face, fell on the bed.

She returned very quickly, probably just rinsed her mouth, rather than taking a shower. She went to Usu under the flank, put her head on his shoulder, stroked her cheek with her hand, said something softly affectionately softly, Us also answered something pretty to her, in one word, idyll.

And I again returned to my bed, deprived of the opportunity to go to the toilet, neither to help a little need, nor to jerk off (imagine yes, how did the young man get up at the sight of such a meal), I fell asleep again and went over my memory time of women, and even not in a dream, nor in spirit, not knowing that soon they will be with me one more.