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Waking up in the morning, for a long time I could not understand why my heart was so lousy and anxious. Husband lay behind my back and snuffled in my head. The air was torn from the hubbub of a bird, and the sun shyly peeked through the window of the tent, taken up by a fine net. I shivered chilly, in the morning it was cool. Lower abdomen ached unpleasantly. And then I remembered everything that happened last night. How lousy it was!
But there was no time to feel sorry for yourself. It was necessary to remove the traces of the crime: stains of someone else’s sperm on her husband’s shirt, and she herself ...
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But there was no time to feel sorry for yourself. It was necessary to remove the traces of the crime: stains of someone else’s sperm on her husband’s shirt, and she herself ...
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Written in an unusual manner to me, and yet I ask you to finish reading to the end. This is a curious experiment, and I felt something while I was writing this). Of course, you say that fiction is not mine. And there is. But after all, this story is not originally mine. The idea belongs to my reader. The basis was a story written a long time ago by one famous writer, and the idea was that I put my pen on it and make it something that my readers like so much. And although I'm not really ...
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- Hi, - I carefully sat on the edge of the couch, looking expectantly at her husband.
He looked confused. Paused. The husband was holding an empty cup of coffee in his hands, occasionally bringing it to his lips, and just as lost again lowered it. Heck! He clearly heard my nonsense from the bedroom about who is better and all that.
It was terribly embarrassing and sad. The experience just experienced dissolves and disappears without a trace. At heart remained only a trace of past debauchery, giving bitterness. I picked the words ...
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He looked confused. Paused. The husband was holding an empty cup of coffee in his hands, occasionally bringing it to his lips, and just as lost again lowered it. Heck! He clearly heard my nonsense from the bedroom about who is better and all that.
It was terribly embarrassing and sad. The experience just experienced dissolves and disappears without a trace. At heart remained only a trace of past debauchery, giving bitterness. I picked the words ...
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Standing under hot streams, I felt a strange ringing emptiness in my head. It would seem that remorse and vague presentiments should torment me, but there was nothing like that. A satisfied body sent signals to the brain, and I didn’t feel anything but the desire to repeat this insane debauchery. The nipples involuntarily strained under the stream of water, and I even had a thought, and didn’t I want to send my shower lower, as I sometimes do, if the husband is too exhausted at work and he has no strength for me ...
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The morning was already aggressively crawling into the room through the curtains drawn, but I stubbornly did not open my eyes. Sweet bliss flooded me to the top of my head. I dreamed of something incredibly erotic, but, unfortunately, the dream dissolved in the lightening room, leaving behind only the excitement and sensations. For example, this is the sensation of a warm male callus, touching my delicate abdomen through a thin nightdress. Against my will, I regretfully emerged from sleep. Reality greeted me with quiet rustles ...
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Yes, it all became interesting ... and frightening. It was not Dart who scared me, and not that he could do something with my photos. I didn’t like how easily I agreed with my role, how organically I joined it. I always considered myself a girl with character. Even before my husband, I didn’t give the guys much extra descent, didn’t let me treat myself like a toy. Perhaps, therefore, enjoyed success with a strong half. And then ... I just limp and flowed, enjoying the fact ...
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I didn’t sleep at night. When arousal subsides, you begin to see a lot in a completely different light.I was afraid of the morning when I would have to look into my eyes. And what should I do with this crazy assignment - to go to work without panties ?! Of course, no one forced me to go in a skirt ... You can wear jeans. I have soft, light, tomorrow they will fall on the weather ... I caught myself thinking that I was thinking about how I could cope with the first task of the “master” as if there was another way out
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These events have already gone out, the husband calmed down. Probably, you can already tell, even knowing that he sometimes reads my tales.
I am on a personal and mail comes mass of all different. Here you will find topics for new stories that readers offer (once, by the way, used with gratitude), and questions about your personal life, sex preferences, and offers to actually meet, and even any spam. But there is one kind of messages that always amuse me, even if I don’t ...
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I am on a personal and mail comes mass of all different. Here you will find topics for new stories that readers offer (once, by the way, used with gratitude), and questions about your personal life, sex preferences, and offers to actually meet, and even any spam. But there is one kind of messages that always amuse me, even if I don’t ...
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During the course, I was considered one of the prettiest girls (I hope, deservedly), and I was often plowed by the administration at meetings of all sorts of delegations there as a “university person”. I had to serve bread and salt to some stingy exotic foreigners in a stupid pseudo-national dress, it’s good, even without a kokoshnik, to serve tricks (bring, bring, carry), dangle after the supplement to the scrolling figures from science when the languages are untied and the hands are spread. It didn’t bother me much: I collected more pluses from karma than minuses
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As time went. I gradually got used to the new role of a house kept woman. Prosperity has grown significantly and I, in the words of one of my friends, "completely burst into tears." The tanning blond with a dog under his arm has not yet reached, of course, (I love cats more), but the changes affected. Olezhka presented me with a bank plastic card with a beautiful embossing, on which money was always kept, and took a loan (drum roll) for a small car especially for me with a box machine. Never ...
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