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with the temptation to look back. He really wanted to see the enchantress accompanying him, but he was even more afraid, turning around, to bury his eyes in the solid wall of bushes. Finally, unable to stand, he turned sharply. In the aisle, looking after him, there stood a small, dressed in a gray raincoat, a woman and a big gray dog cuddling at her feet. Dimka frantically waved his hand. The little red-haired figure waved back, and Gray barked briefly but impressively.
- And how is Gray? - Suddenly remembered Dima. - He did not have time for the magic horse. Is he left alone now?
- Gray can appear where and when needed. He will not lag behind. Do not be afraid. - There was a quiet answer in the guy's head.
And then the passage, and the whole island, instantly wrapped in an unusual rainbow veil, dissolved, disappeared from Dimka's eyes. It was as if there had never been a little red-haired witch, nor her faithful dog, nor a wonderful window into the world of unicorns. Only one black, slightly springing under their feet, leading home path.
Three days later, Dimka was leaving. Oksanka for all this time, he did not even see from afar, lain at home with a banal, but because no less severe cold. Affected, apparently, the first cold night in the swamp. Only his grandmother with Nadezhda saw him off. When the passengers, instinctively sensing the approach of the train, reached out to the edge of the platform, Oksana came out on the platform, heading for Dima. Dimka went to meet her. Stopping in front of the guy, the girl lowered her eyes for a moment, and then impetuously and tightly hugged Dimka.
“Thanks for all you did for me.” - She whispered quietly and even quieter, so that Dima barely heard, she added. - And for not making thanks too.
- Forget it. - Dimka also said so quietly. - Consider it was a dream. Better remember the unicorn more often.
- You will not forget about such a trip! - Oksanka, overcoming embarrassment, for a moment was silent, and then smiled slyly. - By the way, thanks to you, I still have a chance to ride it again.
- Look, get used to it. - Dimon shot at the girl with a mocking look.
Both laughed merrily, forever closing the topic.
- Good luck to you, Dima. - Oksana held out a small, narrow palm to the guy.
- And you happy. - Dimka gently squeezed his outstretched hand.
At small stations, the train is not worth a long time. Yegorovna somehow hurriedly, hurriedly, hugged her grandson, pushed him to the carriage.
- Go, Dimushka. Do not be late to you.
Hope patted, leaning over the bag, the guy on the uncut head.
- Good luck, man. Come back when more. Maybe you will visit again?
- Maybe. - Slightly choking on the hint made at the grandmother, Dimka smiled in response.
In the car it was hot. Waving from behind the shoulder of the conductor, slowly escorting the guide, Dimka walked into the compartment. He greeted his fellow travelers, threw his bag upstairs and went out into the corridor. For some reason it was sad. Rising at the open window, Dimon looked out. The gathering train carried him away, leaving behind both the grandmother, and Nadia, and Oksanka, and the village, and everything that happened to him this summer.
- Hello. Can I stand next to you, but is it so hot in the compartment? - A pretty, smiling girl, of the same age, stopped next to Dimka.
- Of course. - Dimka moved, giving way to a stranger. - Get settled.
The girl, rising on tiptoe, almost to the waist leaned out of the window, with pleasure exposing the face of the headwind. Blond hair soaring, zamelkali right in front of the guy. Dimka enjoyed looking at his tanned, thin shoulders.
- Good! - Having breathed, the girl, continuing to hang in the window, turned to Dima. - What is your name?
- Dima.- To make the girl better heard, Dima also leaned out of the window.
Now they stood, hugging, shoulder to shoulder, and the bright strands of fun beat Dimkin's cheek.
- And me, Marina. Are you coming back to Peter, visiting relatives?
- Yeah. - Dimon nodded. - At grandma.
- And I was at the uncle. In Kamensky. It's still three hours from here. - The girl, apparently, was a lover of a chat, but maybe she just wanted to chat with a nice guy. - So, let's go together. And where do you live in St. Petersburg?
- On Moscow. Not far from the fountains.
- Listen, we are neighbors. - Suddenly, the girl was genuinely happy, and then slyly glanced at Dima - And they did not meet. Maybe now we will?
- Why not? - With no less slyness, Dimon smiled in response, leaning toward the girl so that their faces almost touched.
Marinka, unexpectedly embarrassed, slipped back into the car, with a quick movement adjusting the thin light straps of a light, short sarafan that had been blown down by the wind. Yet Dimkin glimpse managed to catch the cause of her sudden embarrassment. Two pleasant bulges under a thin blue fabric were, on the occasion of stuffiness, released from underwear and made available to the careless Dimkin's gaze. Caught in the car, the girl, slightly flushing, turned her back on the naughty wind.
- Come to our coupe to chat. I'm going with two girlfriends. True, there is still one grandfather, but he goes to the vestibule all the time. - She tried to keep, as if nothing had happened, although it was not very successful. - Will you come?
- I will come, of course. - Dimka's mood was rapidly increasing. - What coupe are you in?
- In the seventh. Well, see you.
Nodding to Dimona, Marina, spanked down the corridor. Looking at her slender, tanned legs, Dimka did not calculate the moment when she stopped, turn around, and his hastily upturned eyes collided with her laughing eyes. It was Dima’s turn to blush. However, the light blush again flared and on the cheeks of the girl. For a second, they, not knowing what to do, stared at each other, finally, Dimon, unable to bear it, sprinkled. Marinka, looking at him, smiled, and then laughed to the present and, waving her hand, slipped out the door. From her laughter, as if the sunbeams fled and jumped on the car.
- Miracles. - Delightedly shook his head Dimka and turned to the window.
It seemed to him, or indeed flashed, against the background of a dark strip of forest, a silhouette flying at full speed on a white horse, a small, red-haired sorceress ...
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The story is cool, but not new. I read it for a long time.
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This is an edited story. The first version was indeed posted in 2010, but the characters were a bit younger there, and the story was in the category of “teenagers”, which is now banned. Therefore, this and some of my other stories have become inaccessible for reading. Now I am slowly editing them, making the heroes a bit more mature, and publishing again, so that they are accessible to readers.
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George, not very carefully edited.
Commas in revolutions like “on, quickly falling behind the horizon, blood-red light” just hit the eyes. Seriously)
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I apologize. With commas, I have problems all my life. But I will try to fix it. At least what I see. Thanks for the signal.
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You have an interesting fantasy, George, and write in a fascinating way.
Tell the curious to create such a voluminous canvas, how much time is needed: a month, two?
And another question: can your previous stories be read somewhere?
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Eugene, write to me on georgiybek sobakak mail. ru, I'll throw off the links. And here all the comments with an attempt to refer to something else are deleted.
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Masterpiece.
The plot, meaning, philosophy, sublime finale.
Feels feather master.
I myself have an idea how a witch turns a guy into a dildo - a realistic and how she uses it on her clients in the sex therapist salon. There is gangbanging and renting the patients homework for "home procedures" and at home and the daughter decides to try ...
I started writing ... I realized that I needed a “clean” couple of days for that.
It is better to give ideas to someone who has time.
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Sorry, maybe I'm wrong. But this site and the stories are not homework for grammar and calligraphy. Accept the stories as they are, and then they begin to discuss the errors, commas. Enjoy and relax. And the story is very good and I read it in one breath. Thank.
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The plot is very interesting, deep and even scary and realistic)))
But in the end everything fell into vanilla fantasy ... well, maybe it's for the best)))
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Loved it! Read in one breath! From me +10. I love fairy tales ... naughty :)
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Well, if you like fairy tales, try reading "Shadows and Delights."
Maybe you will like it.
And thanks for the high praise.
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Awesome story !!! =))
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Cool story, thanks to the author!
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I am the leader of the swamp witch. What if you describe the adventures of a witch bitch?
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Attractive. A fan of fantasy, but I also read it with pleasure!
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I am very glad that you liked it!
Drop by again.
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Mr. Beck, please tell me where to read all your stories?)
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Unfortunately here in the comments can not give links.
Write to me through the form below (envelope with the inscription "Write to the author"). Registration to send a message is not required. I will reply to your email and reset the links.
Or try searching my stories on the Stool.
You can simply make a request on Yandex “George Bek Erotic and Porn Stories” and follow the results.
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Chic story! I love fantasy, and then there is porn. The only pity is that in the plot the black magician is almost not revealed. This could increase the drama and add a fair amount of cool sex. But the will of the author.))) 10!
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I am very glad you liked it. Thank you for your appreciation.
I invite you to read other stories.
I hope they will not disappoint you.)))
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Very exciting! Detective, gentle, and in my beloved world with witches, witches and magic! Love! Thank you for the wonderful green world. Today I fall asleep with fantasies about the red beauty.
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I really hope that you had a beautiful, magical dream.
That would be a better reward to me, as an author.
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Please arrange commas correctly! Impossible to read!
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I will try, Olay. Although with commas, I don’t always make friends and it’s hardly possible to fix something here.
If you indicate typical errors, I will be grateful.
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The story is just a masterpiece. For the first time in the reading of representatives of this genre, I REALLY liked and became interested in the story itself apart from sex scenes. Scene description is also top notch. There are a lot of emotional moments in the story, which is why the initially seemingly large size of 17 pages was simply not noticed when reading. After reading a pleasant feeling remains - I even wanted to read the book "on the topic." The only and insignificant flaw is commas.Participle turnovers are not isolated if they go before the word on which they depend. It is possible to praise the author a lot and for a long time, but in short it is wonderful.
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Thank you, Artem!
I am very glad that you liked this story so much. For me, he is also one of my favorites.
Special thanks for pointing out typical errors. Commas are really a problem for me.
I invite you to take a look at my page and read other stories. I hope you like them too.
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George, thank you for the wonderful story. I was recommended to you to read, and I did not regret that I found the same time to read. Great tale, I love this genre! From me 10+
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Thank you, Countess, for your feedback and appreciation!
I am very pleased that my story gave you pleasure.
Thank me on my behalf and the one who gave you a flattering recommendation about me.)))
I invite you to read other stories. If you like fairy tales, maybe you will like Shadows and Delights. I invite you to read.)))
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