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My name is Anna. I am thirty five years old, I am a mother of two children, married. Exactly one month passed before the nightmare I visited ended. But it all started about four months ago, on the day when I was sold into slavery ...
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The working day was coming to an end. I worked as a secretary in a small private law firm. Sounded a phone call. I do not know why, perhaps it was a premonition, but I immediately sensed something unkind. - Good evening! Smirnov & Partners - I ...
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The working day was coming to an end. I worked as a secretary in a small private law firm. Sounded a phone call. I do not know why, perhaps it was a premonition, but I immediately sensed something unkind. - Good evening! Smirnov & Partners - I ...
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- Where are you going? Yes, in this form? - I looked at my wife, barely restraining from jealousy.
She stood in front of the mirror, tinting sponge. Beautiful, feminine and sexy in her short skirt, opening slender long legs above the middle of the thigh, in a slightly spacious sleeveless blouse, emphasizing the elastic high chest, which, as far as I saw, was not restrained by a bra, on tall heels. She turned to me a sweet face, raised a graceful eyebrow and ...
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She stood in front of the mirror, tinting sponge. Beautiful, feminine and sexy in her short skirt, opening slender long legs above the middle of the thigh, in a slightly spacious sleeveless blouse, emphasizing the elastic high chest, which, as far as I saw, was not restrained by a bra, on tall heels. She turned to me a sweet face, raised a graceful eyebrow and ...
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Lyrical comedy.
Characters
Mr. Jacques Zhopen - head of the family.
Madame Simone Zhopin - his wife.
Madeleine is their daughter.
Paul is a friend of Madeleine, the son of a neighbor baker.
Lucy is Simone Zhopin's girlfriend.
The owner of the club and his servant.
The spirit of saint albert.
Demons are friends of Fields.
Mr. Bouchard is Paul's father.
SCENE-1.
Mr. Zhopen enters the hall, holds his girlfriend Lucy on her arm and tells her something excitedly.
Mm J o p n
My husband is a big original:
He popped me in the ass at night
Your finger ...
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Lyrical comedy.
Characters
Mr. Jacques Zhopen - head of the family.
Madame Simone Zhopin - his wife.
Madeleine is their daughter.
Paul is a friend of Madeleine, the son of a neighbor baker.
Lucy is Simone Zhopin's girlfriend.
The owner of the club and his servant.
The spirit of saint albert.
Demons are friends of Fields.
Mr. Bouchard is Paul's father.
SCENE-1.
Mr. Zhopen enters the hall, holds his girlfriend Lucy on her arm and tells her something excitedly.
Mm J o p n
My husband is a big original:
He popped me in the ass at night
Your finger ...
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I tiredly leaned back in my chair, and my long, silvery hair fell chaotically on my shoulders. Finally, everything was ready for the ritual. How, after all, it is good that there exists a parallel dimension apart from hell. It's quiet here. You can relax. And at home one continuous tension. I wear my favorite pants with a snake badge, and my torso was without top. Feeling something slippery on my hand, I smiled. It has long been used to this when my friend crawls over her ... - Ness-calmly you ...
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- ... Yes, you look! Avona what a colorful! Yes, with birdies, with bushings! And materyal something, eh? pure Hebe, a hundred percent, or more! You wrap it up with a handkerchief from above - don't leave your eyes, these are the cross! Masha! ... - Na-sha Ma-sha, man-ny porridge, plump face, soft poop ... - Mashun! Well, straight knife pó heart! Do not you like something? - Like, like, granny, - Masha went to her grandmother and smacked her cheek. - Thank you. In the lecture hall, perhaps, this artifact will look somewhat exotic ... but, at the end ...
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The bright midday sun illuminated the temple of Myelin. The rays of the sun ran through the backyard with the garden of the goddess of virtue, consisting of abundantly overgrown beds with potatoes, cabbage and other cultivated plants. From the front facade, bright hats of flowers glittered, gleaming with drops of water from the caring watering of the nuns.At the entrance to the palace of the goddess, the sun's rays warmed two white female statues sitting on their knees and offering the traveler a bowl with a healing drink. Climbing high ...
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In the evening of January 6, having drunk herbal tea, I was about to go to heat the bathhouse, so that with my wife, beautiful Vasilisa, I could wash, rub each other's backs and stew - Vasya! - and beautiful Vasilisa, crouching on my knees, hugged me - Go behind the tree. Let the kids rejoice.
The fact is that the chairman of the collective farm (never privatized) sent me, with a brigade of loggers to the taiga, to harvest timber for the sawmill, exactly 31 ...
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The fact is that the chairman of the collective farm (never privatized) sent me, with a brigade of loggers to the taiga, to harvest timber for the sawmill, exactly 31 ...
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In a certain kingdom, a fabulous state lived, there was a child named Cinderella. Why papanka and mama gave her such a name, history is silent. Well, certainly not because she worked with ashes! Her white ruchenki heavier than the spokes and a dining spoon did not raise. She did not know how to dress and expose herself. And the fig? Cada house is full of servants.
However, by the end of the year, she had a chesaca there. And like any self-respecting pryncess, she requested the king to marry her urgently in order to know the joys of sekas and ...
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However, by the end of the year, she had a chesaca there. And like any self-respecting pryncess, she requested the king to marry her urgently in order to know the joys of sekas and ...
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FROM THE AUTHOR.
Hello everyone who reads this story now! I just want to notice the fact of my numerous mistakes and the incorrectness of the construction of the sentence, we are not in the Russian language class! So I think you don't have to pussy at me, because at school I studied badly, but what if ...
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Hello everyone who reads this story now! I just want to notice the fact of my numerous mistakes and the incorrectness of the construction of the sentence, we are not in the Russian language class! So I think you don't have to pussy at me, because at school I studied badly, but what if ...
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Drew galloped on top of the Turkish loyal Islambek, operational klikuha - Isa. Drew sponges with voiced slaps hit on Isa's pubis. The dick, sharpened to the right, like a Turkish saber, plunged into the girl’s tight mink, pierced through it and emerged with a squawking sound that reflected from the carved walls of the room and the grotesque picture of naked maidens.
The maidens were magnificent in their nakedness. Alabaster bodies, chiseled arms, thin ankles of Arabian horses and brightly pink nipples sticking out of reddish ...
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The maidens were magnificent in their nakedness. Alabaster bodies, chiseled arms, thin ankles of Arabian horses and brightly pink nipples sticking out of reddish ...
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