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Automatic, as if by magic, shot up to the shoulder: - Not from the spot, and then head off fucking shoot! - I shout myself I do not believe my words.
If only one stray cartridge in the horn, so in fact not.
My opponent freezes and raises his hands up.
Good. I have time to think a little about the situation. And the picture appears very nasty - all my guys are lying, stitched by enemy bullets, we lost the walkie-talker at the beginning of the battle, which means I cannot call reinforcements. W ...
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If only one stray cartridge in the horn, so in fact not.
My opponent freezes and raises his hands up.
Good. I have time to think a little about the situation. And the picture appears very nasty - all my guys are lying, stitched by enemy bullets, we lost the walkie-talker at the beginning of the battle, which means I cannot call reinforcements. W ...
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He sat in a high-backed chair with his eyes closed, scratching his forehead with its horns with a clawed hand. A naked girl sat right on the wooden floor at his feet covered with thick black wool and, devotedly looking into his indifferent face, diligently sucked the member covered with the same coat. Usually, the Lord tormented her inside with this weapon, tearing out pleas for mercy and screams of pain from her throat. But today he was out of sorts, so she had to scratch her lips and cheeks on her hard coat. I'd rather be fucked ...
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I was sitting on a park bench. My interlocutor was late, and I was already beginning to think about leaving. He chose the swift spot for a meeting - a bench far from the central alleys, surrounded on three sides by thick bushes, people rarely walk here, although it is noon outside. For the fifteen minutes that I spent on this bench, only a couple of mothers with wheelchairs passed by me, and one roller was driving.
I do not like meeting in the parks. Better cafe. Of course, the ideal option is the interviewee’s home or ...
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I do not like meeting in the parks. Better cafe. Of course, the ideal option is the interviewee’s home or ...
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The train has not stopped yet, and we were already standing on the footboard of the carriage, and Sveta, weaving over the hand of the conductor, peered intensely at the faces on the platform. I stood behind her and held her waist. But here the composition twitched for the last time, with a faint hiss released steam and froze. I hardly pulled Sveta from the conductor, who lowered the steps with a blank look, and just at that moment she screamed, so loudly that even he, accustomed to everything, looked at her with surprise: - Daddy ...
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At exactly six, we entered the familiar courtyard, where an inconspicuous dilapidated structure stood apart from the neat skyscrapers, among the gloomy maples and willows. Even the lights, which, like a Christmas tree, were decorated with a high-rise building, even the bright light from its windows could not cope with the darkness that reigned here. And the patches of light lay motionless on the asphalt, not dispersing, but as if emphasizing the darkness.
With each step, my desire to turn around and go the other way grew stronger. But Sveta was near, and I was not at all ...
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With each step, my desire to turn around and go the other way grew stronger. But Sveta was near, and I was not at all ...
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We sat on the glassed-in terrace of a small cafe on the waterfront. The winter sun gently warmed my right cheek, throwing freakish glares on the cups and saucers standing on the table, reflected from the spoons and napkin holders. The twins sat to my right with their backs to the glass and, as usual, fought on forks. My father settled on the left with my Cola. He begged for it from me in the morning, and now nervously fingered Cards and frowned, biting his lips.
Our first full weekend over the past three months.
Waitress - ...
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Our first full weekend over the past three months.
Waitress - ...
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From the author: The text below is the promised background to the “Adventure in Alavir”. There is absolutely no sex, as a process, but there is sex, as a state of mind and way of thinking. Over time, a sequel will be published, where the process itself will be much more.
Sincerely, Non-commentator)))) - Farit! Great! What's up? - a round-faced broad-shouldered physical education teacher in elementary grades Vitaly Anatolyevich Vasin, nicknamed Vasek with a wide smile and tremendous strength, was shaking my ...
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Sincerely, Non-commentator)))) - Farit! Great! What's up? - a round-faced broad-shouldered physical education teacher in elementary grades Vitaly Anatolyevich Vasin, nicknamed Vasek with a wide smile and tremendous strength, was shaking my ...
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God, what a joy it is to feel it inside you! How he moves, how he pulses, when he suddenly breaks through a thick viscous liquid! How trembles and bends, throwing out the remnants of passion, and how it falls on you, exhausted by it, devastated. To feel his taste on his lips, to hear his barely audible whisper: "My beauty", to respond only with a fleeting kiss and at the same time fall asleep ...
The world around collapses, shatters into fragments, showered with black lumps. The earth leaves from under feet. But...
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The world around collapses, shatters into fragments, showered with black lumps. The earth leaves from under feet. But...
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The work of a teacher is probably the most ungrateful in the world. How many nerves we spend, how much strength, and then it turns out that we were taught not to that, not to that and in general ...
My mother worked in school for more than thirty years and all this time she dreamed that I would grow up, learn and follow in her footsteps. Well, tell me honestly, who among the children of teachers is seriously dreaming of such a career? Yes, no one! Because there is someone who, and we know how ungrateful this work is. Pupils seldom see how our mothers are ruining their own ...
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My mother worked in school for more than thirty years and all this time she dreamed that I would grow up, learn and follow in her footsteps. Well, tell me honestly, who among the children of teachers is seriously dreaming of such a career? Yes, no one! Because there is someone who, and we know how ungrateful this work is. Pupils seldom see how our mothers are ruining their own ...
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I opened my eyes and out of habit, I looked out the window. The only thing I could see was a small piece of the sky - dark blue, dotted with twinkling stars, like the eyes of some monsters. So it's still night. I closed my eyes again and lowered my head.
In my current situation, you can't sleep much. My legs are spread to the width of my shoulders, and I can’t close them because of the metal pipe that connects the steel bracelets on the ankles. The same pipe connects the bracelets on my ...
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In my current situation, you can't sleep much. My legs are spread to the width of my shoulders, and I can’t close them because of the metal pipe that connects the steel bracelets on the ankles. The same pipe connects the bracelets on my ...
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