- Based on Plutarch. Part 1: Stasya
- Based on Plutarch. Part 2: Yana
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get a long-awaited portion of sperm, now the lower part of her torso involuntarily crawls over the sheet, imitating frictions.
“Aaarrrhhhhh ...” I growl, bending forward and passing my fingers into the curly red hair of curly hair, to press her head against me for a second and provide the required “stand”, since I didn’t explain this technique to her. Stasya stubbornly wants to continue to move and I have to use force to fix my posture, and then control her head to do “come on.” And when I lean back on the pillows, letting her head go, she swallowed the sperm and continued to suck gently on the machine, looking into my eyes, as if asking if she could already let out of her mouth or need to hold it longer.
“I pushed through something,” complained Stasya, when I reached out to her and tried to unclench my tight hips, “put on a teapot, drink some more coffee, okay?”
I lit the gas, put the kettle on and left for a short time in the bathroom. When he returned, Stasya was sitting in the kitchen already in a dress.
“It has become cold,” she answered an unasked question.
“We had to throw a blanket,” I advised.
“It wasn’t that before,” she smiled sweetly, “but it's okay, don’t worry, I’ll get warm now,” and she began to warm her hands, clasping her cup of coffee.
Something bothered her, answered at random during coffee drinking. At some point, raised the hemline, began to peer. I thought, did I put a bruise on her, but I didn’t squeeze so much on my hip.
- What is it, Stasya?
“I’m going to cum, the chills are starting to hit me.” When you left, you didn’t guess to lie down under the blanket, you started dressing right away. And so, her hands trembled, touched the pantyhose with her fingernail, they "went."
- You finished? When is that? From blowjob?
“And from the blowjob too,” Stasia smiled shyly. - When I kiss and caress for a long time, I am very excited, and then much is not required for an orgasm. And then for a long time I do not want anything, neither sex nor caresses. You will not be offended if I ask on this today to round out and take me? I live far away, in ... - and called not a street in Ensk, but a village in our district.
- Of course, I'll take it. And do not be offended. As he said, there will always be only what you like. I really liked you, and I am very grateful to you, Stasya.
- Thanks, DD! I'm with you is also very nice and easy, as if I have known you for ten years.
- Shh, just do not tell in another place. And then they put me for the corruption of minors.
- Come on, the statute of limitations has passed.
- And that is true. Listen, Stas, and you will not be offended if I offer you something?
- What? Anal - no way, I already told you about it.
- No, not at all about sex speech. I do not know your size, your favorite style, or how much dan or something like that. I want to give you money, you can buy tights for yourself, or whatever you need on the little things, okay? - and put on the table 500 rubles.
“Oh, how uncomfortable,” she blushed. - In vain, I told you about tights. But thank you very much! - took the money and looked at me with great appreciation. It was clear that for her budget the amount was absolutely not superfluous. - I'll wash the dishes and go, okay? - removing from the table, kissed me on the cheek and stroked my bald spot. - You are cool!
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It so happened that in the spring and summer of that year (of 2008, if memory serves me), one of my friend’s apartments was empty. He kept her specially for meetings with his mistresses, but age is age, 62 is not 26, and he himself rarely used it. At one time, his son had the key, but once he smelled marijuana, after smelling the smell of marijuana, the father got mad, took the key and set the apartment for sale. And while the buyers were asking the price (the apartment was expensive, and the landlord, not wanting to give up even hundreds of dollars), I was able several times (approximately 6-7-8) to use this temporarily vacant living space to organize meetings with Stas. For us, the owner declared a forbidden zone a bedroom, everything else could be used without a twinge of conscience. However, apart from water and gas, we didn’t really need anything, apart from, of course, the sofa in the living room.
All our meetings at that apartment were a carbon copy, with the most minimal differences.For example, on one, Stasia did not want to undress at all, but after learning the reason (critical days), I still convinced her to bare barely above the belt. The other was remembered for a particularly long and gentle blowjob, because on that day the member was overwhelmed with morning sex with his wife, and suddenly in the afternoon called and expressed a desire to meet Sveta (“Roman in chapters”), which naturally led to our typical anal sex, that in the evening I was even wondering whether to cancel the meeting with Stas. But she didn’t have the courage to refuse when she called herself closer to 7 pm, and in a cheerful, twittering tone she asked whether everything was valid and, if so, then she was already on her way to the venue. And Stasya turned out to be on top, managing to raise his penis, and maintain excitement with its gradual increase, and bring to orgasm in a caressing style. The third time, the meeting was canceled by Stasya herself, or rather, she postponed until tomorrow, when she found out that today the apartment is occupied by the landlord, and did not want to go for rent when the friend has such a cozy and delicious coffee.
And it was typically so. I am waiting for her in the car at the same place where they met for the first time. We are going to the apartment to a friend. We drink coffee, I smoke, we help ourselves to some sweets. We visit alternately the bathroom. Long kisses and hugs, caresses and squeezing, jerking my dick and masturbating her clitoris. It could be anywhere - from the bathroom door, through the hallway with a branch to the kitchen, to the approaches to the sofa. Next, on the couch - blowjob. Beginning, middle and end. Not once did Stasya kneel in front of me to take a member in my mouth. I always lay on my back, I was arranged as conveniently as possible for a long process and observing him, I also similarly carefully selected Stasya for myself, and only then took in my mouth. Never once did she interrupt the caress halfway, with concentration and purposeful suction to the very end, taking sperm in her mouth and swallowing, naturally, already knowing all the nuances of “wait-and-go”. Sometimes, being in a great excitement, crawling on a thin rug that served as a sheet on the sofa, finished with me or before me. Then she ran to the bathroom first. And sometimes, not having time to catch up, she pressed herself against me, and literally there were just a couple of touches to her clitoris, so that she would get her orgasm. By the way, very calm, without shouting and shuddering, just a few deep breaths and exhalations with an increase, a sharp body strain like a peak and then a gradual limp and relaxation. Then I covered her with a thick rug, which played the role of a blanket, and went to take a shower.
Then they dressed, drank the second coffee, Stasia cleared the table, washed the dishes, brought the apartment to its original appearance, and at the very exit, already shoeing, I gave her my gift, 500 rubles. Each time she was embarrassed, blushed and thanked from the bottom of her heart that it was a blessing from me. After all, in fact it was the money saved for renting housing that was not needed thanks to a friend’s apartment. Every time I told her about it after expressing gratitude, every time she persistently repeated:
- All the same, and thank you, and your friend! I'm not meeting you for money, but I am very pleased with your attention.
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However, twice I gave 1000 rubles each. Once our meeting came not only on the birthday itself, but on the first or second day before or after it (the Mambov profile notifies of this). Her reaction to the thousandth bill was amusing:
- Oh, and I have no change. At the store (such and such) you will stop, I will exchange.
- Buy yourself a cake for change.
“What cake?”
- And candles in the right quantity.
- Oh, you remember! Thank you! What a great DD you are!
And I donated the second 1000 not after an intimate meeting. Here is how it was. Returning after my long summer vacation in my native land, I began calling Stas a few days later and was interested in the date and time of the next meeting. Once they seemed to be convinced - at the last moment she called and canceled, they say, at work they suddenly decided to make an unscheduled inventory. The second time was also the cancellation, allegedly mom got sick and asked her to come home as soon as possible and buy some medicines.The reasons seem to be valid, but ... something is not right.
Finally, with determination, Stasya (not by telephone, but communicating through the site) explained that while I was on vacation, she met a guy, started dating, he proposed to her, she agreed, and in their closest plans - to get married ( The date of registration in the registry office has already been set) and go to the North (there is information about the necessary vacancies and the date of departure is also generally agreed). Then, asking if I could talk on the phone, she called me. Confused and agitated, she tried to explain mutually exclusive things. On the one hand, she is glad that I was such a good friend for her and would like to continue to be my friend. It is a pity that he gets married and leaves. On the other hand, she thinks it is not very beautiful to meet other men in the presence of the groom and a quick marriage. Therefore, I am glad that I am getting married and leaving.
- Stasya, I wish you great family happiness, a lot of children and all the best! But if you don’t mind, I’ll come back to your job until I’ve quit my job and personally say goodbye. Can?
“You can,” she drawled with a not very great hunt. “We work up to seven,” reminded me that I did not know that.
It was not six o'clock yet, so I managed to drop by mail. Then in her salon. He greeted, congratulated, handed the envelope. She took out a postcard, saw the money invested. I started to say something, that on some day, if there is no boss, she can ask a colleague to replace her for a short time, but she is already afraid to go to the apartments, can it then be better to drive out of town by car? My work began to drag, they say, I just returned from vacation, probably a lot of things have accumulated, can I escape in the middle of the day. I repent if I didn’t want this farewell blowjob not by pure desire, but as a token of gratitude for a cash gift and subject to a lot of conditions. He stopped her outpouring, stroked his hand, said:
- Do not, Stas! It's okay! Be happy! - said goodbye and left.
And we have never seen again. (WITH) — Ph.D. S.V. F.
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This time you have described your passion with just a few phrases: red, thin, slim and several more definitions. I took the information into account, but the image in my head was not drawn.
In this regard, the question: is it possible after a dozen years, with hundreds of familiar women, remember their faces, shapes, characters, inclinations and preferences? How much do you have to write under the dictation of memory, and how much artistically to draw, creating a single image?
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Yes, Evgeny3, I recognize that most of these one and a half hundreds, if I meet on the street now, I don’t recognize it by sight. But the nature and inclinations, behavior and features dictates memory anyway. I have long read about this technique and began to apply it. We need to imagine some clearly remembered frame of the meeting. And then, as in the video, wind forward or backward.
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Reading about this technique, I recalled my verse. Answer to Anfisa: how I mostly have poems born.
By the way, I have not seen a single comment of my poems. Is it diplomacy towards me or indifference to poetry?
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My attitude to you, Evgeny3, is above all praise! I was very upset when I saw your farewell on the forum, and I am very glad that it did not belong to the site.
As for your poems, on one of my comments is still there.)))
And so, you are right; I am indifferent to verses (I mean individual works of recognized classics). With great pleasure I will respond to your story about a real intimate adventure, but, as I understand it, you are creating in a different genre. Do not seek or take offense, please.
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Yes, we did not agree with the genres. I can only note once again that I have lived a very simple and sexually monotonous life. I would be happy to tell readers about my adventures, if there was anything. Do not give me my fantasies as reality.
To be honest, if you didn’t appear with your series of adventures on the love front, you wouldn’t have thought that someone could be so interesting to describe their intimate life. Inspirations to you in the presentation of the remaining unwritten meetings.
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Thanks you! And good luck in all your endeavors!
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I have a feeling that an interest club has gathered here. DD, Eugene and Diana. And who still reads us old fart?
JD, this is me about the last koment on Mendoza, forgive me for telling the story
About the story. I have a feeling that you have been catching me all my life, only in different incarnations. Redhead beast with green eyes killed me ...
Yes, one of the few that ends up from a blowjob!
Here are just freckles my sons got. I do not have them))
I had one Armenian in my arsenal, who, seeing me off at work in the morning, made me coffee according to “traditional recipe”.
It did not last long.
Sorry, I'm not in the mood today.
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Why excuse something?)))
I really liked your comment.
And the thought that I am in the process of actively hunting for you was not a little disturbed)))
Let those who do not read us cry (almost C)
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“Moralia Grgoryeva or Our Answer to Plutarch”https://eroticspace.info/forum/threads/590/page-56#post-152239
"Sometimes, in order to gain light,
need to go through the pitch darkness ... "
(Someone sane)
Deja vu, this is my standard state, when reading texts on the site.
CT begins to resemble a regional low circulation in the Siberian province, where under the guise of fresh news, they publish last year’s ones. However, they say that the joke repeated twice becomes twice as funnier.
By Easter, the Dear Friend, published the first part of his dilogy (Stasya), I believe that by the summer, he will acquaint the readers with the second (Yana). I read both parts in early February. Then I was not strongly torn, and I did not know that this is a nice DD.
By the summer, I can go on vacation, so I write koment, at once to the two parts of this epic, forgive me, those who are not yet familiar with this masterpiece ...)))
So, "Based on Plutarch," part 1-2, the author Dear Friend.
"Finally, there was a job
And for the Red Cross.
Finally Hurt someone.
Orderlies! On the ground! "
(A. Barto)
According to Wikipedia, Plutarch was not the original writer. Basically, he collected and processed what other, more original writers and thinkers wrote before him. But in the processing of Plutarch, the whole tradition, marked by the sign of his personality, acquired a new look. It was in this form that it influenced European thought and literature for many centuries. (See wiki)
I do not venture to judge the influence of creativity and the personality of DD on modern literature, for this we have a “Literary Arbor”, a whole GIF and a Duty Critic ST, however, I’ll add my own bit to this line.
I'll start with the originality of the text:
On prose, the respected DD positions himself as the author of real intimate stories, which some writer of sentimental women's novels attracted as co-author and protagonist and prompted him to tell the most interesting fragments of her personal life.
“... The writer of women's prose was fed up with the sugary genre of love novels, she wanted to write a work reflecting the realities of life, the real relationship between men and women - our contemporaries of various types, statuses, character stores ...“
It is probably difficult to find a more original topic than the relationship between a man and a woman in a love story or porn story ...
DD did not stand out and the description of the absorption of cheap biscuits, between the first and second cup of instant coffee, generously diluted with descriptions of copulations.
Without a doubt, the author considers himself to be a brilliant writer of bed scenes. Surely, many will appreciate his talent of pornography, but I was not impressed. Too much everything is excessive, annoying and descriptive, if not to enumerate: he took it out of here, put it in there, took it out, put it in here, made so many frictions, breathed heavily, finished, went to the shower and washed ...
It resembles the intimate diary of a high school student, all events separated by a comma, without a single thought. Unless actions, in the form of points of the plan are not numbered and the performance check mark is not affixed.
And all this is all the more sad because, despite the lack of a plot, both the tales turned out to be quite good and the excessive naturalism of the bed scenes only spoiled them. In other words, the text on 5, erotic on 2, as a result, the overall assessment of my perception 3 + ...))). I draw your attention that this is the rare case when the withdrawal of intimate details would make the story psychologically deeper and more erotically brighter ...
A few words about the characters:
Female images, turned out not so picturesque, but understandable. Modest, and decent by local standards, provincials, stun from the boredom of the district center and are ready to fit into any fornication, provided that the depravity remains secret from others. The poor girls, not so much the hunt for sex, as they are afraid of losing the qualification of the bed, so they practice with the first one who suggested.
But the main character turned out to be the most charming character in his pettiness and abominations ...)))). A sort of bald playboy of retirement age in the dramatic torments worthy of William Shakespeare. Grimly gazing at his gray-haired loins and reflecting alike, the prince of Danish Hamlet, at the bedside of a young maiden:
- Will it stand or not, that is the question ...?
And these sacred five hundred donated to the girl on tights and another 1 ton. R. For something there, in the form of a gift, it is just an apotheosis of the soul and a celebration of the heart. With the bill the main character parted trembling than the other schoolgirl with innocence. The description of emotional torment at the parting of a man with money, overshadowed all the erotic scenes of the story combined ...
Old Kozlodoev is sliding down the roof
Nosy as a corncrake.
Aspires to climb into the window Kozlodoev
To any woman in bed.
Here before, it happened, walked Kozlodoev,
His eyes were empty;
And whistling all the women called Kozlodoev
Make love in the bushes.
Occupation is loved Kozlodoev,
And a dozen at once appeased.
The idol of the people served Kozlodoev,
And everyone respected him.
And now, now bitches hid
In the windows of individual apartments.
Crawling Kozlodoev, wet his pants,
He is old; He wishes to the toilet.
(Aquarium - Kozlodoev)
Well, in conclusion, a couple of kind words about plot intrigue:
About plot intrigue, of course it says loudly. Correct to say intrigue without plot. The story is as old as the world: - a man came to a woman, or rather led a woman to her, well, a description of the bedding process accompanying a love date.
In fact, both tales are strong not by the description of intercourse, but by the description of the hopeless melancholy of the provincial life, when the poor girls have no desire to hunt, without anyone. All personal life under the microscope of the general public. If a girl started to meet with someone, then the conversation of all the city cups in the store begins with the question: - And this is what Marinka Zhenka started dating?
- With that Marinka, who used to walk with Vitka Slant, and before that she was confused with Pasha Lame ...
Next comes a long listing of all with whom she was seen in the movies during the school years, up to the neighboring pots in kindergarten. And the discussion of personal life comes to an end with an exclamation on duty: “Well, look, bl @ df, bl @ dew, and tore such a guy.”
As a result, the girls either fornicate in the open, or quietly and confused with the first who offers, but knows how to keep silent, and this is usually married men.
It is significant that the boys in provincial towns, they are still gossipers.
If the girl after the dance party in the local recreation center gave him in the park or sucked at the entrance, then the whole town knows about it tomorrow.
For me it has always been a mystery, a man's piece, to dissolve the girl on the bed, and then tell everyone about it. When she was exiled in the provinces for a few months at 23, she herself watched as the girl from the centralized accounting department almost jumped out of this story. I was taken out of the loop without me, but I was gushing down my cheeks so that she would come to herself, I was already.
But even more I had to be surprised when I left this town, and the night before that same little girl with a bottle of dry wine dragged me. I myself almost do not drink, and the girl sentenced three-quarters of the bottle, she struck her with frankness, - Do not think, she says that I am such a touchy person ...
In short, it turned out that for three years, in a row, as soon as it gets warmer on the street, the girl sits on the train once a month on Saturdays, shakes two hours before Novosibirsk, buys a big pack of prezik and walks around the city, builds eyes, if it's warm, in the park, if it is raining, then in a cinema or a cafe. And everyone who is suitable to get acquainted, boldly and directly answers: - You can not only get to know each other, but also invite home, and in general you don’t need to take care of me for a long time, I’m an adult girl, and in the city passing by ...
It happened that muzhchinki were lost from such an openness to communication, but she herself, with her words, never refused. I think that I have never met such a rich collection of places for extreme sex. Here and the top shelf of the reserved car, entrances, elevators, public toilets, a cabin on the city beach, the back seat of the car, the upper floor of an unfinished house, a bench in the park and just bushes, as a classic of the genre, and the train room, where the girl actually parted with innocence, on the May holidays in the tenth grade. But most of all I was impressed by her story about sex during an evening ride on the Ferris wheel, so carried away that they almost fell out of the booth.
As a result, for three years the girl tried the whole range of ages from high school students to pensioners, about poses and options, I generally keep silent. All that is shown in hard porn, for her easy warm-up.
Not without curiosities. I got acquainted with the boy, he wasn’t where to invite her, he arranged with his elder comrade, but our girl looked at it, and he began to bychit, like either he would let me, too, give or go na ... The boy has the courage to offer a new familiar group sex enough, timidly says that it is necessary to leave, it does not add up to fit. And the girl heard their conversation, and said to him, “Do not worry, go tell me that I agree, but in turn you are the first ...”
By the way, on this, that evening her adventures did not end, but only began. She hooked heartily with the first boy, who, we note, was very sympathetic to her, went into the shower and returned to the boy and said, “Well, honey, your today's bride has gone, to pay for the apartment, since you haven’t bought yours yet.”
The boy, of course, freaked out, slammed the door and left. What she actually wanted, she really didn’t want with him, tr @ hats with his friend. Well, the friend turned out to be, he was still a pretzel, at first, when he began to finish, after the blowjob, prezik pulled off and finished her mouth full, and he also held his head, that she almost drowned the poor. And making fun - I had to feed the girl dinner.
Joker, damn it, but as it came to sex, he had a half past five. And I didn’t think anything smarter how to call my two friends:
- Guys, I took off my pacifier, simpotnaya, fucking like a cat. Already tired, come help. Reliable as a Kalashnikov rifle ...
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Anfisa! Glad to see, though not on my territory. You have somehow bypassed me lately. And you are again in your role - the story under the story! I do not even know what was more interesting to read, you or the author!
But you speak a little in different languages.Look, the feminine perception of any situation is one thing. Male is diametrically opposite. We think differently. Men see the effect, women seek for causes. Female perception - emotions, male - a statement of fact. If a woman finds a fact - she gets a benefit. Any Emotional, material, physical or just moral. Even so. But the reality of the story does not matter, because a woman will furnish any fantasy so that it becomes a reality. Men do not know how. Fact proven by trial and error. But in fantasies men live more often than women. Women act more often, men prefer to dream.
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Joker, damn it, but as it came to sex, he had a half past five. And I didn’t think anything smarter how to call my two friends:
- Guys, I took off my pacifier, simpotnaya, fucking like a cat. Already tired, come help. Reliable as a Kalashnikov rifle ...
The girl wanted to be indignant, like, YANETAKAYA, and he just neighing:
- What nah ..., not so, just that tr @ hnnula with two men for two hours, both of you see for the first time in my life. Normal bl @ d, and you wrung from a hymen.
As you can see, you want the tr @ h, what difference do you have in PI & DU, this you you & Beth or the other, if two normal boys drive up and otzharyat you as it should. And you kayfovo and boys uvazhuha. You will go to your Muhasransk happy and happy.
The girl, after this monologue, at first let out a tear and wanted to topple, and then she thought that he was right about something, besides, it was night in the yard and all that, and said aloud, Okay, let them go, just let them buy flowers, champagne and candy, I want it to be beautiful.
The boys really came in thirty minutes with champagne, sweets and two bouquets, but to the last, they were sure that their friend had played,
And when they saw a real girl in a towel at the table, they were speechless, so they drank champagne in silence. And when the toast pronounced by the owner of the house, - For the Dame present here, our girl corrected, on - For all the Dame present here, they turned red, not only the boys, but also the host.
I didn’t ask about intimate details, I only remember that the champagne quickly hit the girl in the head, completely washing off the remnants of shame and common sense. And after the first bottle, our girlfriend demanded candles, champagne and the continuation of the banquet. And the owner who returned from the night shop, with another bottle of champagne, found a pictorial picture of the fall. The girl on the carpet in the living room, fervently, fried in two bows.
The boys were not spoiled by free sex, and really hungry for tr @ ha, so they exercised from the heart. Looking at this youthful enthusiasm and uncle wound up and joined the company.
So in her incomplete 17 years, by candlelight and champagne, the girl knew the delights of group sex. She herself is the romantic called "Big sex".
From myself, I note that in her years I knew only what petting and blowjobt was, and if I thought about Big Sex, I was very shy about my thoughts. And you say the province ... On the periphery sometimes, such frames disappear, that Mama Do not Cry.
Why am I doing this?
Oh yes...
Recently I was passing in the same town, of course I wondered how our hangar was there?
And what would you think. A faithful spouse and a wonderful mother of two children. By the way, she married, for the same boy because of whom she tried to jump, it was true love. Reinforced concrete ...
At first she bore him a son out of wedlock, and then he divorced his first wife (her classmate, by the way) and moved in with her. But that's another story.
I am all of this, to the fact that gossip, labels, and the momentary availability of a girl, in itself, can mean nothing. She can sleep with everyone oncoming cross and coolly send all Kozlodoevs as soon as an option is drawn which she considers worthy for herself.
We read, evaluate, comment ...
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Oh, and I was honored with my attention Anfisa T., a well-known critic of the site ST. Flattered, thanks)))
The note about the girl from Novosibirsk is interesting, but honestly, it’s unclear how sideways to my heroines! But the critic herself mentioned this, so without any pretensions, who knows what stands up for (crossed out), associations arise.
Those lines from the Prose website, where it says that the writer of women's novels processed the revelations of the author of erotic texts, relate to the novel "Collector of women's souls." And all the other collections - “trods of puddles” of your humble servant)))
I would like to know where the heroic torments of the hero come from when parting with 1000 (one thousand) rubles? For the sake of a nice word, admit it?))) I thought that an attentive reader (and especially a venerable critic) would glimpse that other moment. As a hero, he did not want to use the heroine for the last time, because she was no longer high. Despite the gift already in the whole tyshshu ruble.
I was somehow compared with Kozlodoev, I remember. And at once I will say that the hero of Krymov (not an actor, I’ll emphasize just in case, but the character himself) from the cult film “Assa” is much more sympathetic to me than the grimacing boy Bananan. What finished last, not sat on the knife by chance, eh?
And the actress from "Assy" is quite a nothing. I would vdul ...
But back to our little angels (by the way, and what about Stas not a word) ... that is, ladies from a notebook.
It seems reasonable to conclude that since one or another person slept with me (once or several times, it doesn't matter), something in her own life is wrong. Well, actually, yes. With most of the heroines I met on dating sites, where, as you know, women are not registered from a good life.
In general, I would like to thank Anfisa T. once more for the attention to my modest person, and to recommend if she wants to get to know me and my heroines better, then do not take time to read my best texts about the brightest my women: “Leila”, “ The novel is in chapters ”, the cycle“ The Seasons. Countdown ”,“ Señoru Dee ”,“ Interrogation with partiality ”,“ Last kissing ”and, of course,“ Fantastic symphony ”.
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Ohhh ... Yes, there are such comments, do not re-read. Anyway. I'll write anyway. Maybe not so abstruse, and not with such beautiful words, but still. I'm a simple girl, so everything will be as simple as that ...
I understand the image of Stas. I could even imagine her easily. Maybe because with me in the class there was such a red-haired girl))) For me, Stasya is a sweet and nice girl. And there is nothing repulsive and terrible in it. And I liked her sex with GG. And in general, everything was so good and simple. Even the moments connected with money did not strain me a bit. And I did not see anything terrible in them. Yes, and the separation turned out vital. Because everyone was ready for this turn of events. After all, all adults.
I am glad that she found herself a future husband and will change her life. Let that cute red-haired girl Stacy be all right.
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That's right, Ksyu-sha! There was nothing terrible either in the girl herself, or in the peculiarities of our sex, or in the small traditional help.
But to this day, when I drive past the salon where Stasia worked, every time I smile nostalgically ...
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