“... his lips gently touched the girl's knees, as if a light morning breeze were playing with dew drops on the flower petals. Step by step, the kisses rose higher, caressing the warm satin skin, and the hands followed the kisses up, until the palms covered the wide strip of lace on her thighs. Strong, self-confident fingers, crushing the thin fabric, pulled down this last protection, revealing the previously hidden interethin ... "

- Sorry ... Excuse me, please ...

- BUT? Who is it?

- Hmm ... It's me, the heroine of your story.

- What?! Seriously?!

- Yes.

- This is so a fig yourself! And can you talk?

- Surely!

- Cool! And what did you want?

- Can I still not take off my panties?

- Why so?

- I'm a little shy.

- kidding me?

- And they are so beautiful and I like them so much, I want to spend a little time in them.

- Wait ... Actually ... That is, I wanted to say that you still have to remove them, the scene is erotic, without panties it will somehow look more natural. And then put them back on: no problem.

- Well, please, a little more, a couple of minutes.

- Oh my God! Went women's whims ... And what are you going to do with your boyfriend, sitting in shorts?

- We could talk.

- Hmm, interesting, but here he is here with you not for that.

- No, you do not understand, I want to talk to you. And I don't like him at all.

- Similarly, I did not understand anything! Actually, I am writing a story and the characters come up with the same thing and I conceived it is your ideal and you have a night of passionate love, and so on, you understand.

- No, I do not want with him.

- oh my. It was necessary to come up with a more coherent girl ... Well, okay, who do you want then?

- With you.

- He, not even surprised. But the question is: how will “this” happen to us? You are a figment of my imagination, just an image set out in letters on paper, and I am like a living person: bones are muscles, cells are chromosomes ...

- It is very simple, you write as you would like to spend the night with your girlfriend. Imagine me alive and record your desires and feelings of intimacy with me. By the way, how do you imagine me? Who i like?

- Well, I do not know, to be honest. Somehow it never occurred to describe your appearance. Well, there as usual: beautiful, slim, blonde ... probably ...

- Something is not original. To me, you slipped the perfect man into bed, but for me all the common phrases were prepared. As an identikit from the crime chronicle, the right word.

- Okay, do not be offended. That's just what you think of an image? Look, for example, I like the French actress Melanie Laurent, come on, you will look like her. And she is blonde, by the way.

- Already better. What is my name? We still have not met.

“Name, name, name ... be then Melanie too.”

- No, I want to be an Evangelical.

- Why would?

- Handsomely. And besides, it contains several names. Eve, for example. The woman with whom it all began. And you can say Angelina. Or, if simpler, Lina.

“And also Gela, a sort of vamp woman, in black underwear and in the flame of candles.”

- You see, one name, and how many different images are in it!

- Yes, it is in any woman, even if she is Marfa Vasilievna ...

- What is your name?

- Me - Nikolai. And let's talk on “you” no matter how we are, like, lovers.

- Good name. I like. “Nikolay, Nikolay, Kolya ...”

- Well, Basque has nothing to do with it. And, in general, I'm not a bit like him.

- Yes? And who do you look like?

- I do not know. They say that on Tsiskaridze, but I do not think so. Maybe some of the individual features of the face are a little similar, but not like that.

- Yy, handsome! "Oh, God, what a man, and I want a son from you ..."

- I see you love to sing. My cheerful girl looms. I did not even expect it.

- Thank. Can I kiss you?

- Surely. As a matter of fact, we are just here for this.

"...my fingers, crushing the thin fabric, pulled down this last protection, revealing the previously hidden between-the-skin. “Wait,” she breathed her request, leaning toward me and wrapping her hair in a waterfall. Narrow palms gently hugged my head, touching our lips. A light touch gave the honey a taste of a kiss, like a warm breeze agitated the skin with the spicy smell of blooming flowers, and I leaned forward to her ripe lips, tearing off intoxicating pleasure with short bites. Lina closed her eyes, pressing me closer to her, as if she was afraid to accidentally break this sweet union of our lips and every time more and more greedily, before dizziness, she was drowned in the moisture of a kiss. And when she didn’t have enough breath to hold a pressing tremor in her chest, she pulled away, exhaling a warm moan ... "

- Ooooooffffff ... I was really dizzy! You are so cool kissing.

“It's because your lips are so sweet.” And in general, you yourself lovely! I could not even think before that this could be ...

- How else can ...

“... and when there was not enough breath to hold a pressing tremor in her chest, she pulled away, exhaling a warm moan. A smile curved her lips with a seductive arc, with a mysterious feature drawing an eternal feminine mystery on her face, infinite, unresolved, like the universe itself. My hands again lay on her hips. Lina lifted a little, and the laces slid easily down her slim legs. Trembling shadows from the flame of candles wrapped her body in a haze of mystery, reflecting from the bends and condensing in the hollows ... "

- Did you light the candles?

- Eve, damn it! Why do you need to ask the question at the most inopportune moment? They burned before that. And what difference does it burn or not.

- Oh, forgive, forgive, forgive. I won't bother you anymore. Come to me.

- Shut up, I myself know what to do.

“... quivering shadows from the flame of candles wrapped her body in a haze of mystery, reflected from the bends and condensed in hollows. Lina slightly bent her legs at the knees and spread her hips to the sides, as if she were inviting me to solve the very original mystery. And I, without hesitation, dived into this attracting maelstrom, burying my lips in the hot, moist depth. It seemed that the language itself knew what to do. Not driven by anyone or anything, he fluttered like a butterfly over petals oozing with desire, obeying only instincts, as old as life itself, filled with only unbridled passions. Hot lips bit from the delicate folds of intoxicating taste, and I swallowed it furiously, unable to get enough of it. The hot and humid wave enveloped me in a dense veil, rolling between our bodies in jolts. Sometimes it seemed to me that not only the language, but also I completely immersed in the bottomlessness of the mystery unfolded before me, merged with the body of the girl without a trace, diving into the abyss and ascending upwards. “No!” - the girl’s chest ejects a silent scream, her body stiffens, arching towards me, imprinting all of herself without a trace into my indomitable thirst. Thin fingers frantically crumple crumpled sheets under us, and my body bends again and again in captivity of my caresses. “No, no, no, nooooooo !!!” - a moan breaks into a ringing scream, forcing not only the air, but also our bodies to vibrate, and then everything stops, as if the frosty cold binds the world around us, and Lina powerlessly lowers the twisted body on the bed ... "

- Lina? ... Lina, Lina, hey, what's wrong with you ?! Are you alive though?

- Uuuffffhhhhh ... Flying ... In fact, I seemed to be carried away somewhere. Some kind of hurricane or tornado or whirlwind. Have you ever seen a whirlwind? How did he turn the dust from the ground?

- Yes I saw.

- And here it is very similar. A whirlwind arises at the bottom, gradually unwinding and reaching maximum speed, and then - bang! and takes all your senses up!

- Wow! But it was just my language.

- silly. That was your language! It was you! Do you even like it?

- I dont know. It can not be called a word liked. I think that there are no such words at all. It is necessary to feel, experience, experience it personally and only then, perhaps, you will understand what it is.

- It's like that.But it is you who describe such situations in which I have these or other feelings. I respond to your actions. You start my orgasms!

“But these are your feelings.” In truth, I do not even know what a woman is experiencing. Even the same actions can cause her different reactions every time. Isn't that right?

- These are our feelings. We experience them together. Whatever the different actions. And ... and thank you, dear ...

- For what? For being with me, for being with me? For what we are together?

“... Lina powerlessly lowers the body twisted by orgasm onto the bed and freezes, pressing her hand to her lips, as if afraid to let the trembling bliss out with the breath. I fall beside me powerlessly, resting my head on her unevenly heaving belly, and also freeze, listening to the silence. “Ooohhhh ...” she finally exhales, finally opens her eyes and runs her long fingers into my hair. “How are you?” - I ask a stupid and unnecessary question, but Lina only smiles in response and ruffles my short hairstyle lightly. “Come to me” - she whispers with her lips and stretches her arms, inviting me to lie down closer. “Thank you” - her words envelop me with a warm cloud, and I just have to look into dark eyes, catching in them the flickering sparkles of either candles or distant stars. Her lips are bending again, lit by a quiet joy, a mysterious and at the same time a bit sad smile. Our faces are very close to each other, and I gently kiss this sad smile, and I whisper her lips to the lips by whispering her name: A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A, dropping sounds like raindrops . Lina closes her eyes and silently repeats after me, as if she swallows the said melody ... "

- You say my name as if you were singing a song.

- This is the case. Your name is my song. And I want your name never to end.

- Soon you will finish the story, and we part.

- I'll start a new one.

- But it will be another story.

- It will be different, but still with you.

“... Lina closes her eyes and silently repeats after me, as if she swallows the said melody, taking away my song from me. Not! now nothing can deprive me of that name, make me forget this music or exchange this pleasure for something else. Her name will always be with me, she will always be in me, and I will endlessly drown in her, in her smiles, hugs, glitter eyes, will dissolve over and over again in her hot depth, merging with her together and forever! From now on, we are one. EVANGELINA! ”

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