How the Blue Exhibitionist left me in thought, and his fellow dishonored my saucer • Baten'ka, da vy transformer • RIMA — Russian Independent Media Archive
For a long time in Samizdat, there were no stories about modern heroes who were ready to stand at the post and in the heat and in the cold, waiting for the gentle impressionable young ladies. Who has the most sophisticated fantasy, who knows how to butt and force alone without witnesses, who will never freeze without panties even in the most fierce frost? No, not a border guard or a spy. The most devoted adherents are explosions-agencyists. We have already told how our reader Maria Akimova fought with masturbation in the Samara Akademgorodok, and our other reader named Tom met a ay-Petri Virtuosa of public masturbation . Today, Maria Belova tells her history with scumbags without panties. Maria, thank you very much and take care of yourself!
Well, by someone, but I definitely cannot call me shy shyness. Life in a communal apartment with a drunk, Uncle Vasya tempered the flesh, soul, and other related organs. Therefore, when I was sixteen years old and I entered the first year of Alma Mater, my parents fearlessly sent me to a student dormitory.
The hostel was a corridor with twenty rooms with a kitchen and a toilet at the end. But we are not talking about the hostel itself (although there are plenty of stories about it), but about a man who knocked on us with a cold autumn night. The fact that a pervert walks under the windows of the cube, I was told by the old-story neighbors on the second day of cohabitation. Frankly, I took all these stories for horror stories for freshmen. Do you have a little frighten minds? But I didn’t believe it in vain!
The building of our hostel was still pre -war, and the cube, in which we usually washed, was on the ground floor. As it happens in such houses, the windows in the hostel were low, and the auditory windows of the attics are high. And the devil pulled me to go to wash in the middle of the night! Imagine: a quiet November night, snowflakes are circling outside the window, and I am a duvetel canal in proud loneliness. Only something does not rinse. Terribly distracts the knock on the window, the monotonous one: "Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk." I think maybe a sparrow or a dove is knocking on the window from the cold. I tear my gaze from the pelvis, and there! There is blue, baked, in socks and down jacket on a naked body and knocks. Naturally knocks in the same blue, sorry for the expression, a member, making in the back of the pelvis. There is a bastard, knocking and smiling. And knocks so persistently, already the glass is rattling. And I am standing with a wet duvetant in my hands, look at him and think: “How do you, bastard, are not cold? And why is your fui still not brushes? ”
And we stood, and looked at each other, reflected on something, until the guards frightened him. And I stayed with one only question: “How is he not to the slices to the grate?”
And I don’t know, fortunately or unfortunately, but this was not my last meeting with a similar subject. Three years later, a strange person came to my work. I then worked on the field of sales, trading in Chinese sneakers, shoes and other umbrellas. The “shopping center” (not the center, but one name) was located in the sleeping area, the people rarely went there, and I read more and prepared for the session than sold anything.
And then one day at the end of the working day he came - my third buyer for the whole day. He came, asked to measure the sneakers and, without bargaining, bought. I almost broke me with joy. Of course, I did not find without surrender from a man, but that day I have not yet been rallying. I had to climb into my own wallet for exchange. And so, I return to the counter, and he stands. It stands with the lowered pants, neatly put his pussy so on a saucer for money. And smiles, cattle. Smiles and affectionately says to me: “Girl, can you touch, huh?” "Here's the worship!" I thought at that moment. Of course, I had no alarming button under my counter. I had to drive the ghoul with the help of a clerical knife, something about circumcision. The man retreated very quickly, apparently afraid of shame.
God, as we know, loves the Trinity. That's just my third case of a meeting with the “Beautiful” was somehow completely boring and banal. The man just went out in the park from behind the bushes, opened the cloak and left in thought. Maybe he wanted to brag, maybe he was just bored. Such, my friend, business.
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