It turned out to be much more interesting to learn about her current personal life. Here she didn’t hide anything, on the contrary, as if she didn’t like to emphasize the behavior of her and her friend more brightly and emotionally, we will call him Lyova.

So - the situation. A young, beautiful, wealthy, divorced woman works for herself in a solid and financial organization. In a circle of colleagues her age (plus or minus 10 years) is almost the only one who does not have a husband or a constant lover, that is, can afford to just flirt, and flirt with the transition to a serious relationship. And the man works in the same organization, in another department (but approximately at the same hierarchical level). 5 years older than her, intelligent, educated, cultural, witty and courteous. And among men of his age (plus or minus 15 years) - free !!! Not even divorced, but never married! Blue? Nothing like that, they see him in the city with different girls and women, a distant acquaintance of a close relative remembers that they were in the same company as a student, and Lev did not hesitate when he got the chance to fuck another charming man in the tail.

Impotent? But a year ago, a member of the supervisory board came to visit-check from France, nimble and bony (evil woman’s languages ​​said that a lesbian, but most likely a trivial bullshit), Catherine Deneuve (the name is conditional, do not carp, it was reluctant to write something more original). Wrung out a star, and she herself - neither boobs nor pussy, but an ass with a cam. Fascinated by the chatter of Leva in French, when all the other “Englishmen” at the banquet only clapped their ears, she took him with her to the hotel to “clarify the details of the upcoming project”. And before entering, I wrote his name on the list of bonuses (in the amount of semi-annual salary, this is not your usual 20%) immediately after the branch director, who told the legend: “Oh, this is not Lev, this is Leo!”

How could she not fall in love with him? And he - in her? He began to care for her, and she, tormented by passion and love, but also from incomprehensible shame, fear, rejection, sometimes she accepted these advances. But only! Sit in a cafe for ice cream - please. In the restaurant for dinner - no. Walk around the cool of the evening - with pleasure. Invite to visit or accept the invitation - yes for whom you accept me.

It was probably not love after all, although Galya insisted on such an interpretation. Because I did not see any problems that would prevent them from making friends, getting closer, becoming lovers, and then, possibly, a husband and wife. Feelings for her first husband were already cold for a long time, girls were at that age that they could understand the appearance in the house if not “fathers”, but “mother's friend”, about the mother and relatives and there was no need to say - she started the morning and went to bed with a prayer about happiness daughters. Perhaps she did not want to tell him about her illness, although there was nothing shameful, not AIDS and not leprosy, but there was a sick heart or kidneys, a liver or lungs, a spleen or a pancreas - well, what's the difference in the long run? Perhaps, she feared that, for the sake of her beloved, she would take the risk of becoming pregnant and giving birth, and thereby sign a sentence for herself? In general, Galya did not and did not want (for the time being or never) to live together with Lyova, in the role of an official or common-law husband.But how she wanted him as a man! Shaking hands and feet, getting panty and circles in front of your eyes, compulsory visiting an office toilet after a chance meeting with him and carelessly abandoned "hi-hi-how are you-wonderful-great-look-thank-you" with fierce masturbation and self-indulgence fucked them in every conceivable and unimaginable position.

Know Lev about such her feelings, he would have found an option, by washing or by crook, would still fuck. But Gali's automasochism was also in the fact that not a single friend or colleague knew about her such an attitude, otherwise, out of the best of intentions, information would have flown to Lyova.

“I will die sooner than I will offer him sex myself,” Galya, 36, a mother of almost 16-year-old daughters, assured me with the fervor of a 16-year-old virgin.
- Well, you do not offer, but do not repent and do not push aside when he begins to pester you.
- And then he will think that for a whore, he is given to everyone right and left, and will leave me, and I want with him often and constantly. You understand, DD, with you it is different. You immediately offered me sex, I immediately agreed. We did not have before and there will be no contact after. Now, if you were my real acquaintance, and not on the Internet, you would not see me as your ears. I am a decent woman, not a walking girl!
- Accept his proposal to become a wife, and it will follow, I assure you!
- I do not want to see any men at home, wash and feed, I want to sleep in the literal sense of the word alone, and I think that right now being under the same roof with my girls a stranger to them men can be reflected in the most disastrous way.
- Well, then forget about him, all the Internet in front of you, dozens or hundreds of men write to you every day, including yours among them.
- I can not, I love him!

The fact that Galya really has some feelings for Leva, love it or not, let no one undertake to judge, I finally understand, when it is Thursday evening, I finish it in my mouth for the last time. Having bravely endured an eruption in the mouth of all portions, Galya darted to the window, spat out the sperm in a pot with a flower, wiped her lips with a curtain tucked under her arm, and turning to me, she half-and-half thoughtfully said:
- A Lyovina cum, I probably swallow.

We exchanged SMS messages several times before my departure, wishing each other the best, confirming how good we were with each other, dreaming of an early recurring meeting, but I think it was more mutual courtesy, because I gave Gale one idea about Lev and he knew that if she decided to embody this idea, their sex is guaranteed, well, since she is so in love with him, then she will never again deign to have sex with another man.

My profile after returning to Ensk lasted for some time. Galya kept her word and performed the trick I told her about. If we squeeze our dialogues of that time into two letters from her to me, then we get something like this.

The first letter from Ghali.

“Hello, DD! My faithful and dear, gentle and affectionate friend! You are not offended that I do not say "favorite"? You know who I loved, and I continue to love, and I will always love? And to you my deep bow and great gratitude! You were right. He really had a profile on our favorite dating site. And I could understand by your explanation, sowing secretly for his computer, what nicknames he uses. It’s good that his autocomplete wasn’t turned off, and the total number of Lev’s nicknames was only two: one is our official worker, and the other is his personal, even at the post office, at least on the forums, even at the questionnaire. And I looked to him, and he looked to me. And he wrote to me, and I answered him. And I was already on the form is not an ordinary Galka, but a romantic Esmeralda. However, he is also not Lev, and not even Lev, but the Pride of Nemean Lions. However, it does not matter. But when, after conversations and flirting, coquetry and Wirth, I let him know my real name, he immediately understood. Well, or did not immediately understand, but I said so. When we met. Not in our first hotel and not in the second. In another.And I went crazy with happiness and love. And I was afraid to call him by your name, although you are so dissimilar. When he licks me, I feel under my own hands not a “bald head”, hey, don't be offended, these are not mine, these are your words, but a thick head of black hair with gray hair. When we take a break, he doesn’t reach for a cigarette, but to his glasses, to see me better, I’m his sunshine, but I don’t burn his eyes;

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