Truly: man proposes, and fate disposes. The story about the 150th, almost ready for publication, I have to ask for forgiveness from the members of the forum to postpone again. The heroine has difficult family circumstances, she is not in the mood for participation in the discussion, much less the writing of her vision for our meetings, as she had the imprudence to promise. But, I hope, sooner or later, the situation will get better at home, she will cheer up with spirit, and readers will surely see on the pages of the site a cheerful and cheerful girl, my pretty and charming friend.

And in order to keep this promise: “the talk once a month and not fucking,” I want to go through a brief overview of those partners who would not have had a full story in any case, because information about their personal life was initially scarce, the information connection was broken immediately after parting at the end of intima, and I was not, frankly, so fascinated by the bed talent and individual magnetism of each of them, to vigorously covet again.

There was in my life a difficult period of overcoming the “snotty pseudo-love,” according to the apt expression of one of the readers of “Girl-Winter”. Intense virtual communication, reaching up to several hours a day, and two intimate meetings with Tanya shook something lurking in my soul and almost derailed the streamlined personal life. And when, at the end of 2005, the memorable Tankino "dynamo" happened, the fate of the villain sighed loudly and threw snow at my face, only sex therapy allowed me to keep on the edge of decency and not make things silly. Two prostitutes “Fat and Thin” helped me to control myself, to let the raging rage in a different direction, it was then, I believe, that the character DD was born.

But if I still remember the heroes of “Tolstoy and Thin” Lena and Alena with gratitude and gratitude, and I don’t feel sorry for the time and money spent on them, then a few other names that come across eyes when scrolling through a notebook cause dual feelings. Then, in bewilderment, they shrug their shoulders: “And what did I miss?”, Then the lips twist in a skeptical smile: “but once the stars lit up, then it was necessary?”.

This is who would explain to me - why did I go to Marina? Whole three times. Realizing already after the first meeting that she did not shine neither attractiveness nor emancipation - the plain and angular Marina didn’t even get a blowjob, she could move her dick along the chin to the maximum, giving the impression “well, now suck, well soon , bummer. Then she dragged prezik and became a cancer — she also avoided kissing and intimate contact with the missionary. Well, why the hell am I going to her second and third time? Really thought that I would be able to induce to behave more actively and caress frankly? But it’s obvious that once the client came again and again, it means he liked it, as it was the last time, they don’t look for good from the good. True, there is still such a nuance. Marina was remembered by me as an extremely silent and uncommunicative person. No, if I asked about something, then she answered, or if she did, then in the right places she assented and nodded. But on her own initiative, she didn’t talk about anything, wasn’t interested in anything, didn’t tell anything about herself. So, maybe, I just had to lie down after sex in silence, not straining to talk to myself or her, and think about more important things in silence?

Or a beautiful Korean doll Snezhana, with soft silky skin and high demand due to its exotic appearance. Kisses? Weasel? Blow job? What are you talking about, sir, I was barely released. She handed prezik in the package, took off her robe, lay down on her back, spreading her legs shamelessly, sliding for the second time in the past few minutes with an indifferent look on the wall clock. The act of dendrophilia (sex with a log) I do not want to describe and I will not.

The salon, where Marina and Snezhana worked, was apparently designed for clients with “yard boyish” concepts, I mean those who considered blowjob a wicked and shameful thing, even for prostitutes. The next two heroines of this ersatz story first tried to follow this rule.

Jewish woman Angela, contrary to the well-established notion, not only did not hide, but even flaunted her national identity. Although it would seem, what's the difference to the client, whom he rented for two hours, is fucked not with a passport. After the fake akhovs of the first call, she buzzed my ears about the promised land of her ancestors, where she had never been, but was actively going to repatriate as soon as she saved up money. When she learned that my historical homeland does not coincide with the place of residence, she began to whine and moan: they say that you are such a happy person, you go to your homeland every year to rest, and how long I live, I have not seen it with one eye. In general, I told Angela the story of Weller’s “White Hat” story (it’s about a Jew-mafioso who was going to emigrate to Israel, but went to prison on the eve of departure), since there were also sexual fragments (for example, tourists were served by girls Phima according to advanced French technology ”), Angela began to giggle, became a little bit more cheerful, applied“ progressive French technology ”in the form of a short but rather deep blowjob before the second call, and ooh-ahs of the second call that followed then, as I was shown axis, were sincere enough.

And from Russian Gali, red, freckled and slightly tipsy, as if descended from the pages of cheap popular stories and the same pictures, we were not so much fucking as laughing. How much she knew obscene ditties and obscene jokes - would have tucked under the belt of Anshlagovtsev with Vumenshami. I also tried to get out of the blowjob, but it would have been ridiculous, after so many references to suction, directly and indirectly.
- Tell the hostess that suck - kill! She warned, just in case, and stooping down, took it in her mouth. And almost immediately, remembering the anecdote, sprinkled - and eat!
- Enjoy your meal! - I replied, which caused another explosion of laughter. In general, the cheerful girl was Galina.

Parochial patriotism, I do not suffer. Therefore, Belarusian Alesyaworking in the Moscow salon, if judged purely in the sexual aspect, is definitely better than the four girls described above, their colleagues from Ensk. And the reason to visit was quite prosaic, and it happened before the fiasco with Tanya. The Moscow trip was delayed, the money ran out, and "Look amoral"demanded its own. No frills in Alesya's behavior, no show off with a blowjob, no problems with this or that posture (she even agreed to anal, but with an extra charge, the conditions of that salon were like that; however, the finances really sang romances, had to refuse, though I remember attempt to get a bonus for free).
- Are you hurt by anal sex?
- No, where did you get it? On the contrary, nice.
- Why then extra money to pay the hostess? Well, let's say, it would be painful, and as moral compensation for patience.
- Well, how? - Alesia hung for a second, but still got out. - Me and ordinary sex is pleasant, but the money you still pay.

What to write as a resume? The resonator would say, oh, how much money, nerves and time wasted in vain. Dashing hussar would have objected, burn with napalm, bro, you want to fuck, you do not want - jerking, and do not care about money, in this life only the buzz has a price. Who is right, where is the truth? And she, as always, is concrete, and to the best motives in general is perpendicular!