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My grandmother, Anna Nikitichna (aka Baba Anya), despite her advanced age, got on with simple household appliances. She had no problems with the TV remote control, radio telephone and intercom code. But her neighbor and peer Raisa Fedorovna (she is Baba Raya) didn’t stop the alarm in any way, then the “burned out” light after a light touch again lit up, scaring the old woman as a dead man who had risen from the grave, then confused the channels on the TV remote, showing shameless MTV clips instead of respectable ...
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- DD, did you hear a joke about a woman who got married for the fourth time, but turned out to be a virgin? - asked Christie when we rested after the first call. “I remember something,” I replied. - This is when the first husband turned out to be an amateur screaming, the second - anal sex, and the third - a professor, and only the brain fucked. And ... why is this all of a sudden? - knowing that Christina had two former husbands (she divorced from the first, and the second died) and one civilian in the present tense, I ...
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Olga would not be Olga if she did not arrange a trick. Photo was sent, but in what form? The picture was taken at a corporate masquerade, Olga was wearing a pirate robber costume, with a bandage over her eye, with pistols tucked in her belt and a big horny beret that hid the head of her hair. It was necessary to have a hefty fantasy or a very special knowledge to see a woman in this character.
Of course, many couples of Severovodsk and its environs were not satisfied ...
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Of course, many couples of Severovodsk and its environs were not satisfied ...
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Olga would not have been Olga, if she had not found a way to "both eat the fish and fuck you." And the last - in the literal sense of the word, that is, bypassing in some way (invented by her, let's say for justice), the prohibition for a partner about vaginal sex. When we saw the next time in the room of the Voskhod complex, this time it was completely standard (a double bed with side tables on the sides on one side, a coffee table with two chairs in front of the TV on the other), and with the same ...
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If you throw a small silver coin to the guard at the southern gates of Ensk, he will not check the road, and, spurring his horse, it will be possible, after galloping along a dusty broken road past an abandoned quarry and a mud-covered water reservoir the slopes of the last ridge of the rock massif, and stretching ever higher, and higher, and higher, until it is lost in the clouds. There, behind the clouds - a fork. One road, repeatedly trodden ...
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From the postscript of the story “Gifts for Gregory”: ... having visited Grisha a year later (having sold business in the capital, he settled with the young wife in the neighboring region after the wedding), according to all the laws of hospitality he was awarded a reciprocal invitation to the sauna with a choice of girls ...
Grisha shikanul. The sauna was ordered for the whole night, the table was laden with an abundance of food and drinks, and for choosing the eyes of two imposingly lounging gentlemen on a soft couch, a whole platoon arrived (well, persuaded, the squad ... girls 8 ...
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Grisha shikanul. The sauna was ordered for the whole night, the table was laden with an abundance of food and drinks, and for choosing the eyes of two imposingly lounging gentlemen on a soft couch, a whole platoon arrived (well, persuaded, the squad ... girls 8 ...
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I was once told that I manage to gather all strange women in my life. Without denying the discernment of commenting, I replied in the spirit that weirdness is considered a somewhat negative characteristic, and I would use the term “unique.” I don’t refuse the uniqueness of every woman in my life even now, but the word “strange”, in my opinion, would be best suited precisely for the heroine of this story - Lisa.
I met her in the hot summer of 2007. And besides ...
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I met her in the hot summer of 2007. And besides ...
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Something they look like, the heroines of this my story. By age, by the presence of children, by the absence of a real husband, even a little outwardly I perceived the similarity. Something different: they are completely different characters and destinies, behavior in everyday and intimate situations, style and lifestyle. However, for me in these two women, there is more in common than differences, so I will call them by the same letter of the alphabet - Lena and Lisa.
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The whole of December, after our second meeting, Angela and I didn’t see each other and didn’t call each other (if my memory serves me, then even on New Year there was an exchange not with calls, but with SMS), sometimes there was a short exchange of remarks on the dating site, and somehow it even seemed that our stormy delight at each other subsided. All the more surprising was the unexpected call from her in early January (Christmas had already passed, but the working days had not yet begun). Lowering ...
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The extraordinary image of the Angels, her gorgeous appearance of tall blonde (a couple of cm below me) with a ponytail long, to mid-back, hair, enveloped by blue eyes, when we talked about sex or engaged in it, direct communication and uncomplicated in bed, made my nostrils predatory tremble at the thought of her and imagine the fucking fuck in the very near future.
The second meeting also began with the hunt for her in the form ...
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The second meeting also began with the hunt for her in the form ...
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