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The rain drummed on the roof of the car, the wipers swept away moisture from the windshield and came back, confirming their purpose. I grinned, wondering what was my purpose? Rummaging in my memory, I fished my childhood, life before marriage ... What happened on my damn birthday, divided life into “before” and “after”.
“Before” - I dreamed, made plans and went forward with uncertain steps. I was afraid, I hesitated, but damn it, I was happy!
"After" - everything goes according to plan ...
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“Before” - I dreamed, made plans and went forward with uncertain steps. I was afraid, I hesitated, but damn it, I was happy!
"After" - everything goes according to plan ...
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Our strange connection has lasted for more than a year. At 44, she was gorgeous - moderately cruel, moderately sweet. I involuntarily copied her elegant gestures, the ability to position and enchant. Sometimes it seemed to me that those around me noticed the true nature of our relationship, at such moments I became uncertain, the fear of exposure completely took hold of me, but there was something else - the beauty of immorality on the edge of the abyss. She skillfully smoothed out something like that, and afterwards, alone was merciless ... Yes, Larisa had ...
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Waking up in the morning, I found an empty couch. Getting up, looked at the number, there was no lover. Greedily drinking juice, dove under the covers to her husband. Embracing him, I felt a surge of happiness. Anticipating a new day and squinting at the sun in the window opening, she pressed herself closer to her husband. - Lena, what was it at night? - On the word "was", her husband's voice broke.
First, a cold wave passed through the body, from the tips of the toes to the ends of the hair on the head. It seemed to me that a few hairs turned gray. Then...
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First, a cold wave passed through the body, from the tips of the toes to the ends of the hair on the head. It seemed to me that a few hairs turned gray. Then...
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The long-awaited summer has come, time for holidays, time for rest. Family Council was not long, and unanimously decided - Sri Lanka. We purchased surprisingly not expensive tickets and a week later relaxed in the comfortable seats of the Airbus. The plane has developed speed, a few seconds of weightlessness - this is the moment of separation from the Earth, we gain altitude!
I am a girl with a difficult character and blue eyes. Twenty-six years old, of which the last twelve, I wear a third-size bra. I have quite ...
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I am a girl with a difficult character and blue eyes. Twenty-six years old, of which the last twelve, I wear a third-size bra. I have quite ...
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Outside, rain and overcast skies, the third day from a bucket. For Peter, this is normal, but for me, it is not desirable. On such days, I eat tangerines. I do not know, it just helps. You look at the black clouds and put a slice of citrus in your mouth. This sweet since childhood taste, this magical, wondrous taste. And magic happens, suddenly you start to see all the beauty of angry heavens ...
The thought floridly embraced reality, the recent lust turned into a tangerine candy, and the rain and wind outside the window turned into a rural ...
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The thought floridly embraced reality, the recent lust turned into a tangerine candy, and the rain and wind outside the window turned into a rural ...
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I decided to tell this story, because I find it difficult, embarrassing. You know, in childhood many girls kept diaries. I wrote about the school, about the boys, about my worries and it became easier, confidence appeared. Remembering this, she decided. All described, however, almost everything.
My name is Christina, 19 years old. I have been married to a wonderful person for a year now, his name is Igor, 24 years old. Our relationship is quite a nothing, a quarrel is rare.Romance is not over yet, and Igor gives me flowers at least once a week ...
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My name is Christina, 19 years old. I have been married to a wonderful person for a year now, his name is Igor, 24 years old. Our relationship is quite a nothing, a quarrel is rare.Romance is not over yet, and Igor gives me flowers at least once a week ...
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