Come - touch your face with your hand,

Slip lips - on the lips ...

I will not reveal my fate,

And I will betray my past.

1989

Introduction

I want to talk about my unusual love story that happened, apparently because it was supposed to happen. It's about sexwife relationships.

I hope the reader will be patient and will not close the story, seeing its volume.

I would never want to show some kind of bravado or seem like an arrogant and arrogant person who is arrogant to loved ones. No, it's not about me. I always presented myself the way I am, to everyone, whatever he was ...

It was hard for me to realize many things in life, since I was an extremely sensitive guy. No, I was not sluggish or weak, I was just an emotional person and my mother said that I had a big heart.

You know, mom was extremely honest with me from early childhood, after standing on the platform in Munich, I heard the last words of my father, who was fond of gambling - "everything will settle down, I will come in six months". Mom told me that from this day I need to stop relying on someone, that wealth will come, that papa-mafiosi will protect me, because I am going to a country where I will have to live according to my conscience and be responsible for what I have said and done. People will not give you fifty promises there, but eventually they will come off like smiling southern guys from India or from somewhere else. No, in this big and cold country I was not expecting bad luck, I had to become a man to myself.

She also told me that if I become simpler, easier to lift and strong, then there is no better country where I could feel happier than Russia.

And so began my new Moscow life, where I had, once again, to learn languages, find a common language, adapt to society. I filled Tumakov - be healthy! You can be sure.

While I was growing up, interests changed, but I was always keen on Planes. From the early years I drew them, assembled homemade airplanes, respectively, and dreamed of becoming the great engineer of some aircraft company à la Boeing or Airbus. Therefore, a little later, when I graduated, I began working in the Russian sector Airbus“A and sometimes traveled to Toulouse for various trainings and other events. I will not brag, I was then only an assistant, but I absorbed everything like a sponge. You know, there are people who devote themselves more to practice, and there are those who have been learning and sitting at books all their lives all evening in books, like a book maniac.

But no, I'm not a nerd. I graduated from MAI and went to the Graduate School, where I could not defend myself, although I was the second in the ranking of graduate students. I was told"to protect yourself - you need a couple of millions“Which I, of course, did not have then.

My mother worked as a pastry chef at one of the Marriot hotels and her work was not commensurate with the salary she received. I could only help those that entered the budget and graduated with a red diploma.

My mother is a great woman! She miraculously saved some money that the father-mafia did not manage to squander and chisel in their games and conversations at expensive hotel tables. After working a few more years, she managed to grow me up and buy us a two-room apartment in Balashikha.

I will always remember her ... She died of cancer, but in my opinion she was killed by unfulfilled dreams and crazy love for my charismatic bastard father who shook us all over Europe as she began to pay less and less attention to her health and beauty Apparently then upon arrival in Moscow, 20 years later, she thought it was all uninteresting already, and that in her 48 years she would not have found anyone suitable for herself.

I loved her very much and I still love her, this woman has always been everything to me. I was the goal of her later life and I will never forget everything she put in me and her love for me. This contribution ...

In general, my life was such that I had to protect myself from all sides. I didn’t have any relatives ... yes, I’ve never had anyone in this fucking Moscow!

I started going to sambo and boxing at about 15 years old and left for 4 years. Sometimes I missed classes, I had enough cases. A couple of times made at the competition. Once, in my opinion, I lost, and the second time I won.

I would not say that I am a master and a clear favorite in any fight, but I was capable of snorting at a teapot.

My height is about 187, I weigh under 90 kilograms. Outwardly, it seems inconspicuous in the photographs, but they say "Pretty boy«.

Sometimes my mother brought men. It is extremely rare, of course, but it happened. I never condemned her for this, but when I was cold in Moscow, I didn’t know what to do when I had to go out to the courtyard or sit quietly in my room at night. During the day, most often I went out to the courtyard, where I was picking up all sorts of pizdyulin, and after returning home and went to bed. If the guests stayed with my mother, then often I heard the characteristic sounds, from which my body sometimes woke up. It so happened that I could not even go to the toilet and heard in my address "run to sleep"From mom, and somehow from one naked man heard"Why aren't you sleeping, bitch ?!". I was sad and annoyed that some men who didn’t have a particularly personal life thought of themselves as mine. ”daddy". Apparently these men were intoxicated by the situation with my lonely mother and allowed themselves such behavior. But somehow my mother, having learned about this, and that I had concealed it for several years, decided to stop all these unpromising contacts.

In general, life led me through not the smoothest paths, but I am grateful to everything. My life is richer than a dozen others, I appreciated everything I gained in the long run. Let the wind rage, let someone hate me, let them laugh at me before. I am truly happy and I will never try on the silhouette of those who did not keep their meanness or stunts.

Chapter 1. Toulouse-Blagnac

year 2012. I was then 25 years old, it was hot summer. I was leaving the airport with my colleague Kesha. According to our plan we had advanced training and we talked with him about various topics that might be touched upon at the trainings. Out on the street, I bought a bottle of water and, having rinsed my throat and oral cavity, spit it all aside

- In Toulouse do not spit - she smiled, covering her mouth.

I raised my eyes frowningly and saw her. Well, damn it! I am in Russia, what beautiful women I have never met, but this one was pulled out straight from a collection of fantasies about the most beautiful women for me.

Girl height about 169-170. A long-legged brunette with long hair that was spread over her breasts. She had large expressive eyes in the color of a bright mallow, with large eyelashes and a gentle slit of eyes. Mordashechka - well, just a sight for sore eyes! Small and slightly pointed nose. A big wide smile with white large teeth, and sweet, slightly plump, lips. She licked my lower lip with me, then washed the moisture with her teeth with some kind of a sigh, forming a kind of kiss to nowhere.

She was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit and she was shod in black classic heels of medium height, without zealous pathos.

Her figure was right! All in moderation! Medium-sized chest, maybe third, and maybe second. Wasp waist, long sticks, neat handles.

- Excuse me, young lady! This will not happen again - I said, twitching somehow casually, covering his wet mouth with a fist

- I wonder how you quickly obeyed me, young man - the girl laughed in her voice

«But the truth is, I'm in France, there are so many ...