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Dear readers, “Morning for the hostess” is a continuation of the story “Merry Nochka”, in which it was told about the company of friends who decided to change partners for the first time in their lives. Both stories are independent and can be read separately, but still one follows from the other. Therefore, in order to get better acquainted with the characters and see the full picture of their entertainment, I strongly advise you to first read Merry Night.
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You come to me, a little shy, but confident, not fast paced. I stand and look into your eyes. Cool, and you wrap yourself in fur coats. Smiling, I hold out your hands and lightly squeeze your cool palms. Not knowing what to say, you lower your eyes, your fingers are slightly noticeable ...
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And then I already had it in the light! ... I squeezed, squeezed and licked her like happiness, because I did not believe that she had returned. And ... Yes, my young friend, I figured it out as a man! I did not stand on ceremony with her! I loved her with my drin all the way to the navel! I made her girlish buns so that they were as red as grenades! I made her howl and roll on the bed, like a red cat, and scratch my back, and drool of happiness! I showed her what a real man is! She twisted my worm! She was moaning in ecstasy at my feet! She was my submissive slave! I have her ... I have her ...
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They left before dawn. Sleeping Rachel kunya in the saddle, and Dave held her, as before, across his chest.
He thought about how she slept, childishly opening her lips and how he woke her up, touching her thigh ... All night he dreamed SUCH that Dave was ashamed of being silent for a moment. There was a huge wet spot on his pants ...
Around the dawn glowed, pink with white, huge and bottomless, like a dream. Every minute Rachel's eyes opened wider, and after them her mouth opened: she had never seen ...
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He thought about how she slept, childishly opening her lips and how he woke her up, touching her thigh ... All night he dreamed SUCH that Dave was ashamed of being silent for a moment. There was a huge wet spot on his pants ...
Around the dawn glowed, pink with white, huge and bottomless, like a dream. Every minute Rachel's eyes opened wider, and after them her mouth opened: she had never seen ...
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High feelings and dancing
I was advised to dance, ballroom dancing. I always dreamed of learning to dance. But somehow I did not find time for this. In the end I decided, if I don’t start now, I’ll never learn.
And I enrolled in one small dance school. In the class of European dances, there was also a lesson in Latin American rumba dance.
The main dances were slow waltz, tango, Viennese waltz and foxtrot.
A pair of teachers asked if I had a partner?
I answered negatively ...
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I was advised to dance, ballroom dancing. I always dreamed of learning to dance. But somehow I did not find time for this. In the end I decided, if I don’t start now, I’ll never learn.
And I enrolled in one small dance school. In the class of European dances, there was also a lesson in Latin American rumba dance.
The main dances were slow waltz, tango, Viennese waltz and foxtrot.
A pair of teachers asked if I had a partner?
I answered negatively ...
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The next few days were a bit messy. Igor disappeared almost all day, helping his uncle, and I was lying in bed in a hostel, not knowing what to do. I understood that everything had to be told to Igor about what had happened at the club. But I was afraid to do it. On the one hand, I did not feel guilty, because we have no relationship. On the other ... on the other, I understood that everything is not so simple. I simply could not express with words those feelings that were mixed in my soul. But I decided all the same ...
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Danya was sitting on a stone, his legs crossed in frogs.Koktebel night enveloped him in mauve darkness, impenetrable like ink. The sea was silent: the bay was called Quiet for a reason.
He came to Koktebel with the company, but on the very first day he broke away from the team who wanted to hang out in cafes without a hitch: he was drawn not to resort temptations, but to silence and the sea. He left the city, sat naked for whole days, hid in the shadow of the rocks, listened to the sea, swam and smeared with clay.
And now...
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He came to Koktebel with the company, but on the very first day he broke away from the team who wanted to hang out in cafes without a hitch: he was drawn not to resort temptations, but to silence and the sea. He left the city, sat naked for whole days, hid in the shadow of the rocks, listened to the sea, swam and smeared with clay.
And now...
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“The main feature of intercourse in Spain is that it is always a duel between a man and a woman, and the duel is hidden. The game, consisting of defaults, half-hints, half-hopes and half-bans, brings the heat of passions to the highest point - and then ... "
(From some book)
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In one of the October evenings of 20 ***, the film director Riccardo Munoz was sitting on the veranda of his house near Cadiks.
With him was the young actress Lea Velar, in the recent past - a wildish schoolgirl from the Cantabrian backwoods, and now "live ...
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(From some book)
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In one of the October evenings of 20 ***, the film director Riccardo Munoz was sitting on the veranda of his house near Cadiks.
With him was the young actress Lea Velar, in the recent past - a wildish schoolgirl from the Cantabrian backwoods, and now "live ...
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The day did not set in the morning. First, I woke up in a slightly broken state. Yesterday's euphoria did not get off, leaving in the bottom line only the fact that yesterday I screwed up again. No, how everything went as a result, I was completely satisfied, but the fact that I lost control again threw away all the advantages. I lay on the bed for a long time, trying to build in my head a slender row of events that took place yesterday. And the more I thought, the more I tended to the fact that I was crippled ...
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Damn, how pleasant it is to make sure that the boy sitting opposite is a hedgehog, wrapped in jeans and a leather jacket, big-eyed, thin-faced like a prince - that after all it is not a boy, but a girl. My joy will be understood only by a hardened womanizer, like me.
Her face and eyes, and plastic body. Damn, and she's a beauty. Here are no fools. A real gift of nature and ... and mind.
Call it what you will, but what glows in the eyes, in the face and in the whole person is that ...
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Her face and eyes, and plastic body. Damn, and she's a beauty. Here are no fools. A real gift of nature and ... and mind.
Call it what you will, but what glows in the eyes, in the face and in the whole person is that ...
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