My rational brain painfully squeezes my hair with my own hands into a fist: Priduroshnaya, what are you doing, you are stepping on the same fucking rake ... and the heart that is hungry for love is already beating strongly even from its short SMS message of three words! .. There is no sleep, for months now, the spouse-gamer has not been jealous of death, but the vulgar "come on while they offer" turns on my head ...

I caught myself on the fact that I clearly define with what kind of man there will be passion and inevitable sex ... Absolutely it does not depend on where I see him, not even a glimpse.

There was such a case, came out at a crossroads, straightened her hair, an expensive car passes by ... I look already backwards, the door is already open ... I think, will there really be sex? Time 20 minutes, the jealous man is already calling ...

Sela. Immediately I tell the man that in 20 minutes I should be at home. Asked the address and how rushed! We run up to the elevator, I no longer resist, chest in his hands, I myself lower the tights ... to the last 24 floors without stopping ...

Fucks like crazy, cums on the floor, I have time to suck, the elevator goes to my floor, finally, we kiss ... I go out and I color my lips, again I fix my hair, my neighbor leaves, I lower my eyelashes, so as not to get into his eyes, but I feel that he “ignited” from my “lack of insurance”, I quickly opened the door to my apartment, but he inserts a leg, the voice of her husband, a tanker gamer:

- I went to a new level!

This means that they will never get away from the company - it “went to play”, in the hallway I cant take off my shoes, the neighbor Vadik gently inserts his “large-caliber”. Quietly pounding in the already fucked uterus and waiting for my convulsions of orgasm ...

How many times have I told myself, do not touch your hair on the street ...

Spouse from the countryside. For the computer just lives. I reached the toys, leaving the gardens and cattle. From my success at work obsessed with jealousy. The nerves have become nothing to him, he has become psychotic, he cannot say three words without a mat, even with his daughter, and it is justified that they say that all the “tank crews” in a battle without a mat can do it.

Buckets sucks beer and is jealous to exhaustion to everything. Although at first she did not give a reason. We have been living for 5 years, he works just as an engineer (more precisely, he works, then no ... forever in the search for "decent" earnings), and I went upwards steeply in my career. A new director came, it was enough to have a look so that he could not get rid of me until he made me a branch director.

I wriggle like a squirrel, running home from the office, if my husband is at least half an hour late, the “tanker” man is having an interrogation. Reads a mobile phone, picks up the phone and looks with whom I'm talking.

In general, women's career inevitably leads to the complete devastation of the family. It's unavoidable. Samu need to achieve victories, at least in the Internet, and it sticks out for hours.

It is impossible to live like this, sick suspicion destroys love and an irrepressible thirst for passionate love appears. Who passed this is clear how it is to be left alone with jealousy instead of love ... there are no words to describe these torments. Although he and his daughter - in principle, a good relationship, like a “child” with a child.

Once vodka got drunk after the next “victory” at its “tank-room” and announced that I love my daughter more than his “honored tankman”. In general, this is a clinic. Further - steeper:

“My jealousy is such a form of love. “We arrived.

With each “victory” in his virtual world, he becomes aggressive, and unbearable, if he loses, it just kills in me all the positive feelings for him, and maybe the reason is not at all in this, but that I feed only the family, but does he just play?

My "tank general" becomes a sex giant if ... you probably guessed it ... wins and is completely impotent if it loses ...

Once they gathered to sit in a cafe with a neighbor about her DR, but my jerk lost another tank, and did not go, I did not listen to his "tank" nonsense and went myself.

As always, she adjusted her hair, dropping her luxurious eyelashes ...first drove past, but quickly turned around and drove up an expensive car, a young man unknown to me, very courteous, sat behind the wheel;