will remain an unknown dream? An episode of life. And everything will remain as before. What nonsense. How can I believe it? All I have is a strange dream that looks a little more real than the usual one. Although, it continues from the place where it ended the previous time. Does it happen often? But can some unknown mental disorder produce such an effect? What if it can? Then this dream is only a mental disorder of my brain.

The more I tried to convince myself of the delusional sleep, the more I was horrified, realizing that consciously and without reason I push away those people with whom, perhaps, I was destined to be. And, like a fool, I sit and wait for a solution to the problem through some events that occur in a dream, and, in fact, have nothing to do with reality. The fear was amplified by the fact that I could at such a pace be able to reach a nervous breakdown or finally go insane. The prospect of being in a white shirt with long sleeves did not seem to me a good ending. No, really. But what solution will avoid this?

Tuesday was over. I sat at work and scrolled a dream in my head. The main thing was to decide. Believe it or not. What if, believing him, I take the first step on the path of mental insanity? I do not know how schizophrenia or similar disorders occur. What if this is it?

I fidgeted in the chair. I became really scared. The blood rushed to the tips of the fingers and toes, causing an unpleasant warm tingling sensation. I felt my skin getting wet. On the legs, back, arms. I wonder if psychos can monitor their condition, do they understand that they are going crazy? Or is it absolutely not noticeable for them, only those around can notice a strange behavior? It was as if I pushed myself to the thought of a visit to a psychiatrist ... and resisted myself. There were small drops of sweat on his forehead. Need to calm down. I think that now I am ready to run out of the office and run home, close the doors, burrow into the blanket and stay there. Nothing not to think about, not to see or hear.

Stop! I get up and go to the toilet to rinse my face with cold water. No ... no ... I giggle inside myself. What am I like small? Damn, an adult, almost thirty years old, a man behaves like a woman. What disorders? What am I not coping with my head? I can think and reason adequately. So, I control myself. All is well.

My mental conversation with myself interrupted the call to Nastya.

“Hello,” I said, surprised. Although, what to be surprised? We agreed for today, she calls to clarify the time. For sure.

- It will. - As usual, she answered cheerfully. - I am now about your work, are you already leaving?

- Um ... Yes ... And what are you doing here? - I was surprised. Why did she come here?

- Passing by. You come to me now? Are you on the car?

- Yes. We agreed with you. I wanted to go to you right away, otherwise I won’t get to you through traffic jams.

- Well, come out then, I will be here in five minutes, I will be thrown.

Throw ... Who, I wonder? Can't he take your stuff? I think no. And I even know why.

I'm leaving the office. It's six-twenty. And it is not yet. Although it took about ten minutes. I notice the car is rapidly approaching the office. He pulls up to the curb and stops. Surely this is her. I do not want to approach. Between me and a car about twenty meters. I want that when she comes out and comes up to me, the car has already managed to leave. It takes a couple of minutes, and the car is worth it. Maybe call? Maybe it's not her at all. My car is in the parking lot, on the other side.

Another minute passes by. I try not to look at the car, just waiting. Side-vision notice that the back door opens. Yes, this is Nastya. She gets out of the car. Laughs Some hands from the salon cars cling to her jacket, she pushes them. The door closes and the car takes off.

She looks around, notices me.Waving her arms and she steps toward me. I don't even want to think about what I saw. I do not want? Is it? Like a voice in me. But I say that. I speak to myself. Who am I kidding?

She approaches, laughs.

- Sorry, damn it. Not long waited?

- No, I just came out, I was late, I had to send a report by mail, it didn’t work.

- Aah. Oh well. Well, let's go?

I think she drank a little. Very little. She hugged me. I looked at her lips. Plump lips. What did she do them a minute ago? Well, or not a minute, maybe an hour ago.

- What? - With silly surprise, she asked me when I stood and stared at her face.

I, without saying a word, approached her and kissed her. I feel like she is smiling, but she is trying to keep her lips together so that I can press them into mine. After the kiss, we turned to go to the parking lot. My eyes instantly cling to the familiar outlines circled in yellow paint along the lanterns standing along the sidewalk. Julia! I just noticed how she turned and quickly walked toward the subway. Of course she saw everything. Accidentally or on purpose? I think that just came out and saw me. I decided to see who I'm waiting for. And she is clear about Nastya. In addition, her appearance. Short dress, flesh-colored transparent tights. I do not know if Nastya noticed. I think no. She is passionate about something else. We are slowly walking towards my car. Julia is removed. But I do not run after her. What will I say? This is not what you think? And what does she think? I do not even know ... Obviously only that I am not indifferent to her.

But we came to the car. I did not run for Julia. I looked at Nastya. The time has come. Beasts are hungry, you need to feed them.

And I was not deceived in my expectations. I had only to go to the apartment to Nastya, I pounced on her.

- Did you have sex today? - I asked when she was lying on the bed, and my hands were selected to her panties.

She was surprised, raised her eyebrows:

- What? What a strange question. - I caught her by surprise with such a question. I think she just did not know which answer would satisfy me.

- Yes or no?

- Well yes. - She replied, rolling her eyes, and clearly waiting for my reaction.

And I continued. The answer satisfied me. I pulled off her panties. Then leaned on top.

- What did you do in the car? She stood there for five minutes.

- Oh, nothing, damn, what are you asking for nonsense? - Laughing, she answered.

Through my languishing breath, I continued:

- Did you suck there? Yes?

The smile left her face, having built an eyebrow with the house, she answered coldly and clearly:

- Yes.

My eyes went to her lips. From my heavy breathing, my lips were dry, I slowly, with effort, lick them with my tongue and drop to kiss her. Tight, strong. My tongue, as if it does not stand up, slips into her mouth, just as male flesh penetrated there an hour earlier. Sated with the taste of her lips, I pulled away from them and followed below, kissing her chest, stomach, gently lifting her pliable body behind her back, from which she arched towards me like a snake.

And at this moment, I did not think about Yulia. I completely forgot about today's episode, I enjoyed lust, fed off the bared black mouths. But the pleasure ended very quickly. Her velvet bud of pink fragrant flesh no longer seemed so sweet and nourishing, no matter how hard I tried and licked every fold of her shaved pussy. As if I had finished the glass to the end, called Nastya. When the last drops touched my lips, and my tongue licked them, I realized that I had nothing more to take from here. The beasts are not full. Angry and hungry, they left the feast, and I realized that soon they would need food.

More, I will not call Nastya and will not answer her calls. She completely ceased to be of interest. This evening was the last with her. I'm not even mad at her for the episode with Julia. Not Nastya, duck any other. It was not about Nastya, but about me. When will they choke and die? Or do I have to feed these hungry creatures all my life now?

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