Where have you seen it? Indignantly snort not at the offer of sex, but at the veiled assumption that it can only take place with a mutual burden. The implication is: how can this not manifest to each other sexual desire among us? Nonsense and absurdity. And she was right, having managed to look as far ahead as I dared only in dreams.

Where is it heard? On such a Puritan site, where it is customary only to share real intimate stories and make compliments to real intimate photos in avatars, but God forbid let it slip about the intention of meeting you in real life with an interlocutor of any sex (they will conclude!) on the questionnaire in one of the popular soc. networks with real photos, and imbued with confidence, at the same lightning pace to report your phone number.

Where have you seen it? In the longing and anticipation of the meeting, write your anticipation, and ask to include this fragment as an integral part of the text. So, the author Lina, “Chronicles of a Meeting,” Part 1, “Anticipation.”

1. I am writing BEFORE our meeting, in order to show anticipation pure, without imposing perception.

So - we decided to meet. Circumstances contributed. There was no doubt about the need. A couple of questions to herself: why and why? Answers are nearby - I want to compare my reaction to His stories and to His real. Why and yes! I so want, and He is interesting to me!

Exchanged photos. It's easier. So honest. He often self-critically describes his appearance in stories and comments. I'm not disappointed, rather surprised.

Already heard His voice when they made an appointment by phone. Affectionate and soft.
The outfit for tomorrow is made and thought out. If the weather permits, only my reputation will be under the skirt. I want to raise the degree, tickle your nerve. I will tell him about this at the end of the meeting, if he does not understand during.

Will there be sex? In the space-time span reserved for our meeting, this is very unlikely. But maybe ... if ... although ... we will see ...

Analyzing: I am really excited by His stories. In the appropriate setting, I finish on time, holding the phone with a tasty piece of text in one hand, pressing my clitoris with the other (even through the laundry). It is surprising that I do not associate myself with any of His women! I do not want to be in their place. I feel what He feels. I growl with him during an orgasm. I take off and soar next ... but I do not thank at parting. Too much.

Where is it heard? When Lina takes the phone, she says not “Hello” and not “I listen”, not “Yes” and not the name of her office for parking. The verb in the imperative mood “Speak!”, Sounding in a gentle female voice, is quite unusual.

Where have you seen it? Appear to the meeting from a completely different side than expected. I stood at the subway and intensely peered into the passengers leaving the subway, deciding in my mind the difficult question: which of my photos would it look like? And if on any? And if she tried on a new image, and I simply did not recognize her, and she, seeing the indifference in my eyes, would pass by and then write everything was lost? And suddenly a gentle female handle fell on my shoulder, her cheek pressed against her cheek, and a gentle voice said “DD, is that you?”. Turning around, I saw a slim and very beautiful woman in an elegant dress, with flowing hair of dark gold color and sky-blue eyes.

- Coffee?
- Yes.

I use the hustle and bustle of people at the subway and passage, passing along a narrow sidewalk, passing forward at the cafe door, sitting down at a table, so as to pass, by chance, accidentally touch her body with her hands, touch her face with her face, breathe in Lina’s exciting scent. She is very beautiful, damn it! And a dreamy smile is playing on her face ... Do I dare to dream of dreaming of me?

We are talking in a cafe. About cities and countries, about work and home, about spouses and children. I present my book as a gift, and after some fleeting remark, I understand that Lina is well acquainted with my work.
- Have you studied the materiel so carefully?
- I had to. I did not have other sources of information about you.

Where is it heard? Just outrageous!
The waitress brings the bill.
- Come on in half, - offers Lina.
“What else was missing,” I scowl, raising my eyes indignantly at her.
- All-all, do not boil. Can I just offer?
- You can offer. Pay - no.

Where have you seen it? Dreams Come True.
- Where are we now?
- To me. It is not far from here, 10 minutes on foot. A small cozy room on the top floor, with a window on the roof. Attic. A bed under the open sky can be considered. Romance.
- Do you think we should go?
- Yes.

Where is it heard? Lina can read minds? Or too well studied the work of DD? Slow walking pace follow to the destination. Lina holds my arm. I am very pleased. The only replicas during this follow-up regarding the upcoming intimacy are:
- DD, and you know, I am not sure yet that I want sex.
- Lina, honey, believe me! After all, you read my stories and you know, I will never, ever, force a woman to do that ...
“... what she doesn't want,” she continues my thought. - I know, DD. That's why I'm going with you.

Where have you seen it? The room in the attic is really small and cozy, 90% of its area is occupied by a standard double bed, but through the open window on the roof comes not only light, but also poplar fluff, which is thickly dotted with bed linen. Taking off her shoes at the door, Lina sits down on the bed with some caution, trying to avoid sticking to the fabric of the dress of poplar fluff. Also taking off shoes and getting rid of the jacket and tie, I sit next to each other. Silently look at each other. We smile. I kiss her on the cheek, stroking another with my fingers. Then in the neck. Then reach for your lips. He puts his face to the side.
- I have a sore throat, DD, I can not kiss on the lips. And I do not want to infect you.
- Nothing terrible, I will not get sick.
- No, no, I will not.

Where is it heard? So without having achieved a kiss, I let down with one, then the other shoulder of the strap of the dress. Marble white shoulders, like a goddess who had just come out of the sea foam. I kiss the shoulders, neck, examine the neckline and bodice with my hands. What a cool dress on it! It does not crumple and does not tear, but gently and calmly falls off the shoulders, exposing the lovely breasts. Yes, that's right, there is no bra under the dress, and access to the chest was obtained without fussing with the ingenious clasps of bras, which, as it sometimes seems, are constructed by inveterate asexuals. Lina's chest is small, causes affection by external resemblance to the girlish when she grows up, but the saturated color is a halo and the coverage of the nipples, which are still gently sticking with buttons, beckoning eyes and lips, tongue and fingers, leaves no doubt in Lina's true feminine hypostasis.

I suck and squeeze them, hook my fingers and tongue, imitate swallowing and biting, I feel gentle stroking of her fingers on my bald head and, sometimes, dotted chords, apparently at moments of special pleasure or balancing on the verge of pain, injections of her well-groomed marigolds. When the soft buttons become hard, I reach for her lips again and again get the same turn from the gate.
- I will not kiss on the lips, I told you, DD!
- Listen, but you know who has sex, not kissing on the lips?
“I know,” smiles sarcastically at me, “but I won't anyway, do what you want.”

Oh, do what I want? My hand grabs the hem of the dress and pulls it up. Here the knee was bared, the snow-white thigh became visible, which made my nostrils tremble with desire and my lips open with the desire to stick into it. And ... bummer. Her hand intercepts my palm and restores the status quo ....