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Chapter 1 We arrived in Amsterdam. It was a quiet July evening in 1948. I purposely have to indicate the year, so that you do not think that everything I have given is fiction, but more on that later.
So, Amsterdam, summer, evening, I stand by the side, leaning on the rail and look into the darkening with ...
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So, Amsterdam, summer, evening, I stand by the side, leaning on the rail and look into the darkening with ...
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I'm going to do it ... this is the most ... - Mandy thought frantically waiting for a knock at the door.
Her heart was pounding like mad, her hands trembling with emotion. She looked again at the message on the computer monitor.
"I'll be there in a minute."
It appeared two minutes ago ... He wants to know what happened, if he sees me trembling ...
Mandy got up and began to nervously walk from corner to corner of the small room in the university dormitory, waiting. She was glad that Megan, her roommate ...
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Her heart was pounding like mad, her hands trembling with emotion. She looked again at the message on the computer monitor.
"I'll be there in a minute."
It appeared two minutes ago ... He wants to know what happened, if he sees me trembling ...
Mandy got up and began to nervously walk from corner to corner of the small room in the university dormitory, waiting. She was glad that Megan, her roommate ...
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I found this story on a side resource. I liked him. I decided that you, the reader, might like it. The author is Oleg Boltogaev.
Chapter 1
On the one hand, everything seemed to be clear, on the other - I wanted to know more.
Sasha thought. Who to ask, who to consult, what to read?
He suddenly felt how superficial and shallow his knowledge.
"Study, study and study again!"...
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Chapter 1
On the one hand, everything seemed to be clear, on the other - I wanted to know more.
Sasha thought. Who to ask, who to consult, what to read?
He suddenly felt how superficial and shallow his knowledge.
"Study, study and study again!"...
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It was 1665. The army of our king won another battle with the enemy. Warriors, like the people, celebrated the victory. Only one king did not take part in this, since he was too sick. Throughout this war, one might say, at the head of the army was a young twenty-year-old princess named Margot. It was known only to her, how she skillfully led so many soldiers. The people of the princess Margot was called not only the winner, but also a real whore. Such gossip about yourself, never demolished; I was a personal witness, like a couple of months ago, she, walking along the market square with two guards, attacked a merchant who dared to call out to her: “Noble whore”, and spit on her
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Boundless ocean
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Already a day I chatted over the endless expanse of the ocean. Thanks to the life jacket for not drowning. Whole day among the wreckage in the middle of the ocean. Around one water and kilometers underfoot, to the bottom. I am completely alone and no one around. Alone in the middle of the Pacific.
I do not remember how I found myself in the water. Probably swallowed smoke and lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, there was water around. And no one except me.
All because of the fire on the ship. It happened exactly at ...
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Already a day I chatted over the endless expanse of the ocean. Thanks to the life jacket for not drowning. Whole day among the wreckage in the middle of the ocean. Around one water and kilometers underfoot, to the bottom. I am completely alone and no one around. Alone in the middle of the Pacific.
I do not remember how I found myself in the water. Probably swallowed smoke and lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes, there was water around. And no one except me.
All because of the fire on the ship. It happened exactly at ...
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Kate silently went into the shower. Throwing off her leather jacket and gloves, she went to the mirror. And she began to look thoughtfully at her reflection. Before her stood a tall, slim cat, a graceful tail slowly twitching from side to side. Although it was possible to see other sides in this beauty: under the black shiny hair there was a trained body. Under the beautiful face, from whose grace it was difficult to look away, it blew cold and arrogant. Dark green eyes, neat cat nose ...
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On that memorable day for Lena, she woke up, smiled at the memory of Kolya. For about four years she did not remember her idol, she stopped dreaming of his tender lips, with funny jokes. Lena remembered how he walked her, fifth-grader to the house, as he told about his dreams of becoming an engineer or an agronomist. Such conversations spurred her and pay more attention to education.
I remembered the first kiss at fourteen. She smacked Kohl on the cheek for the collection of herbarium ...
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I remembered the first kiss at fourteen. She smacked Kohl on the cheek for the collection of herbarium ...
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“Lord, Lord, Lord,” his mother whispers, quickly and finely baptizing, “Lord, Seryozha, what is this?
Handsome fifteen year old boy shrugs. - I don't know, mom.
Outside the windows of the house to shreds the air. Bendery June smells like summer, rains, proms, war and blood.
The boy is trying to approach the window.
- Do not come, - she grabs his shirt, - do not
- I...
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Handsome fifteen year old boy shrugs. - I don't know, mom.
Outside the windows of the house to shreds the air. Bendery June smells like summer, rains, proms, war and blood.
The boy is trying to approach the window.
- Do not come, - she grabs his shirt, - do not
- I...
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Still waters run deep. Vitya learned that the younger sister is not at all the one for which she claims to be completely accidental.
Katyusha, quiet and sweetheart, developed in a regular secondary school, met with boys, one, the second. Further kisses, the case did not go, he naively believed. She has always been secretive in this regard. I walked down the street, came to eleven, flushed, my eyes were burning.
Mom was worried only about one thing: - Do you even take drugs there? - she peered with ...
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Katyusha, quiet and sweetheart, developed in a regular secondary school, met with boys, one, the second. Further kisses, the case did not go, he naively believed. She has always been secretive in this regard. I walked down the street, came to eleven, flushed, my eyes were burning.
Mom was worried only about one thing: - Do you even take drugs there? - she peered with ...
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Attention!!! The collection presents three stories that were previously published on the site, but were finalized and edited.
FROG AND MISTER PERFECTION
I'm crazy, crazy, and a lot of crazy can be. For example, roll away to the south with a barely familiar company, but with a couple of thousand in your pocket. Anyway, it is unlikely that they will think about me worse, it’s simply worse than ever. Yes, and Mr. Perfection decided to marry. Let him marry, his right, but I will not participate in this farce. More precisely, I can not, I'm afraid ...
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FROG AND MISTER PERFECTION
I'm crazy, crazy, and a lot of crazy can be. For example, roll away to the south with a barely familiar company, but with a couple of thousand in your pocket. Anyway, it is unlikely that they will think about me worse, it’s simply worse than ever. Yes, and Mr. Perfection decided to marry. Let him marry, his right, but I will not participate in this farce. More precisely, I can not, I'm afraid ...
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Erotic stories "Traditionally"
Category of erotic stories traditionally is devoted to ordinary sex without perversions. The main characters of these porn stories prefer the classic scheme of sexual games - M + F, without anal caresses. But despite the simplicity of the script, traditional sex also excites, seduces and gives pleasure. If you are for the classics of the genre, then read these erotic stories for free and give pleasure to yourself and your partners.