The window of his room went west, and when he finally got home, the carrot-orange sun was already beginning to leave for distant houses. Stood the fine warm days of the woman’s summer. He has been damn tired at work lately, and nature itself seemed to prompted a pre -trial. Having had a hate, he scored two or three telephone numbers. No, alas! None of those with whom I would like to divide tonight was not at home.
He slowly washed the dishes and returned from the kitchen to the room. He stopped at the door and aimlessly, almost automatically looked around his lonely, bachelor’s dwelling again. And at that moment he felt not even a push inside himself, but a certain stir. Very light, but at the same time quite distinct. It was a familiar and almost forgotten feeling that had not come to him for a long time;And at first he was even scared. But as if internally froze and was drinking, afraid to frighten off the sensations germinated in him. I think, yes. Or is it better not worth? No, probably today is such a day when it can turn out well.
For a few more minutes, by inertia, he was engaged in household trifles: he placed scattered books on the shelves, rubbed the floor, at the same time inspected the co -stroke refrigerator …And all this time he waited intensely: would the timid light would go out that was smiled inside his consciousness? But no, the light flared up more and more. Finally, he resolutely snapped the lock of the front door and pulled the phone out of the outlet. Then slowly, very slowly, with a face frozen in a passionate mask, he took out cufflinks from the sleeves of the shirt. After that, it was necessary to unfasten each button – calmly and leisurely. Lightning on trousers. Socks. Swimming trunks. And with each removed part. some part of the awareness of self-awareness of himself as a man went away.
And now you can freeze for an infinitely long moment in pristine nudity. To feel the absolute zero, the balance of yin and yang, the elusive line of balance between Adam and Eva. So. Here. Now.
Now – dress! Black lace shirt just below the knee. The same peignoir. Black transparent stockings. Belt or garter? Come on, still a belt. She felt more confidently like a woman. The feet gradually remembered the feeling of a high heel. These gold sandals on a seven -antimeter hairpin – she love them so much! Now now pull up a taller stocking. Yes, she wanted to be a real woman today – sensual, sexy, waiting and eager.
She timidly took a step, then the second, third …Carefully, but more confidently feeling in heels, went into the bath. She tinted her lips, then, smiling at her own hooliganism, a little took away the bodice and circled the dark rings around the nipples, which hardened and swelled on her small, but so sensitive – breasts. First left, then right. Tint the eyelashes? I think no. But – perfumes. She chose « Fiji ». Youth tone, but after all, in the end, she has no even thirty! The scrap of cotton wool and moisturized the favorite points of her body: behind her ears, on the wrists, bends of the elbows, on the right and left on the neck – in those places where the increased pulse. She spent a damp tampon on the folds in the groin – a little higher than the end of the stocking, where the legs are beginning. Then the popliteal hollows and, finally, from the inside on the ankles.
When she left the bathroom, it was almost dark. She pulled the curtains on the windows more tightly and brought several candles from the kitchen. One of them lit and put on the table in the far corner of the room. Having critically looked around the whole space, I took out the tray – it still needs it – and put it on a chair in the head of the bed, and on it – a candlestick with a second candle. Now the whole room was pulled out diagonally with a nervous dialog of flames. Yes, tonight belonged only to her, and she wanted to take everything from him to the last drop. Speaking of music. The cassette was clicked in a tape recorder, and now the flame of the candles swayed to the beat of the soft melody. It seems it was the Moria field orchestra. Or maybe Jamya Last. However, it doesn’t matter. Dancing in this slow rhythm, she printed the last pack of Indian aromatic sticks. Two pieces should have been enough. Sandal? No, today musk and jasmine were suitable for her mood. Well, let it be so.
When the first streams of fragrant smoke stuck in the air, she froze again for a few seconds, listening alternately to all her senses and checking whether everything suits her at the layout of today’s evening. The low light of living flame and the game of shadows on the walls and ceiling – quite. Music also: Moderately quiet, but filling the whole room, especially since the noise of cars outside the window has already noticeably calmed down. Smell? Yes, the smell tone was chosen correctly by it. Spicy and sensual, awakening to life, not a millennial lotus of Brahma in the center of consciousness, but rather a powerful and terrible power of the floor – a snake of Kundalini, which was curled into its laid three and a half turnover at the base of the spine. Touch? No, she could no longer withstand it. The contrast between the soft and gentle touch with which the silk of the shirt was adjacent to the body, and the tense, even slightly harsh touch of Kapron on his hips and caviar was so calling, so delightful that she rushed to the bed, leaned back on a soft, vill bedspread and began with masochistleisurely painfully slowly driving his palms on tightly covered hips – first outside, and then, slightly spreading his legs, from the inside. Drawing the nerve lines along the forearms and shoulder pillows with fingertips, groping the most sensitive places, from a barely perceptible, weightless touch to which the whole body was permeated by a large trembling.
Her fingers slipped a little further down to small strong breasts. She swept them with her palms, and the bluster and index fingers began to finge the swollen and hardened nipples through the lace shirt. It was amazing, but it was not enough, she wanted more, more, and just at once! Without taking her hands away from her breasts, she crossed her legs and felt delight with their contact, along the entire length of the thigh and to the ankle through the double weightless layer of transparent black matter, which allowed the legs to slide and around, gently caressing each other. The tension increased at the rate of Allegro Vivace, almost Presto, and now she painfully realized that in this cocktail of pleasure she lacks pain. And then at first her breast nipples squeezed her fingers, and then, when this seemed a little, she stuck a high and elegant heel of a gold sandals from her right leg to the thigh of the left.
A feeling of sharp and sharp pain, piercing her entire body, was sweet, but at the same time sobering. She came to her senses, rose and sat down on the edge of Urovati, still breathing heatedly, as if she had just run through a hundred meters. « Well, do not rush, baby!»She said to herself, trying to calm down. Indeed, the program was still far away.
Champagne, which she pulled out of the refrigerator, was pleasantly cold, and before putting the bottle on the tray along with other little things, to which the turn will come later, she touched the foggy glass several times with both reddened cheeks. And a minute later, reclining on pillows, in small sips, absorbed golden bubble moisture from a crystal glass on a long thin leg. She drank the first glass almost instantly, the fire was so strong, raging inside her body. By the middle of the second, she managed to persuade herself to stop – but only in order to smoke. The cigarette was long, with a golden rim around a long white filter. The bitter, slightly pinching aroma of tobacco smoke fucked gracefully into the spicy, almost sugary atmosphere, which Indian incense managed to create for this Kremlin in the room, but still its chubby sensual lips wanted more. Having documented, she took a few more sips from the glass, and then dipped her mouth into champagne and slowly, thoroughly, licked it with taste. Finally, she took the banana from the tray, freed its smell -tailed white flesh from the hard peel and began to leisurely drive the fetus with her compressed lips. First, on the inside, along the crack, which was ready to open at any moment, exposing the hungry sharp teeth, and swallow the fruit in one instant. Then outside, on the outer side of the lips – the upper, lower, in the left corner of the mouth, in the right, and again along the outer boundaries of the lips. These places have not yet exploited Segdom’s touches – neither lipstick, nor champagne, nor cigarettes – and so jammed by affection that the slow movement of a banana that caused quite obvious associations saturated them with electricity and brought into a state of fine elastic trembling, as if they were windings-the an erotic transformer that fell into a short circuit between Mars and Venus.
Understanding, she hospitably opened her lips and began with short movements – forward and back, and again deeper, and again back, and each time a little more forward and a little less back – absorb the coveted fruit. The acute desire pierced her through and through, and she clearly understood what exactly would do next, a few minutes later, but at first it was necessary to completely saturate and satisfy her mouth. And for a long time she with pleasure slid her lips along the oblong elastic flesh, then releasing it almost entirely outside, otherwise immersing it as deep as possible and trying to get it to the very throat. This did not succeed, but in return she turned the fruit to one side and several times launched it to the right and to the left of the cheek, into the space between her lips and teeth, and then again plunged the banana deep into her mouth, slightly gritted her teeth and began to slowly pull it back, receiving exquisite pleasurefrom how her teeth leave deep, oblong furrors on his wet smell of body. But at some point I was tired of fighting my own lust and resolutely had a bite of the fetus in half.
Sweet pieces of white flesh still passed one by one through the throat, and she already rushed to the tray, scooped up the cream from a pre -open jar with her fingers and, raising a taller widely arranged legs, began to lubricate the anus with a cool slippery mass.At first, with silky touches, it walked along the entire gap between the buttocks, at the same time grabbing and the beginning of the hips, and then focused on a small elastic river, which swelled and contracted from excitement. With warm touches, she tried to calm the tense cones and persuade them to part, then prepared the entrance with a finger and, lubricating the third candle with a new portion of the cream, still remained unnecessary, with one long movement he plunged it almost to the full depth.
She experienced the long -awaited relief;At the same time, the sensation was somehow incomprehensible, almost painful. However, gradually its insides are adjusted to the methodical and rhythmic movements of what filled them, and it became more pleasant. A few minutes later she moaned, overwhelmed by delight from the sensation of her own completeness, and drove the candle even deeper – on the last conceivable centimeter. At that moment, she seemed to see herself on the outside and inside at the same time, dozens of eyes, ears and nostrils, each of the billion cells of the skin of her body, comprehending all the pleasures of today’s evening at once: the smell of jasmine and sparkling champagne, quiet soft music and sliding of the legs covered in blackwith transparent stockings and weaving gold heels with a high heel, a lace shirt, through which swollen nipples, and a flickering flame of candles, and finally a banana that fills her mouth, and a candle that comprehends the depths of her anus. And then, finally, she held out her hand to the place that she still carefully avoided, and touched her fingers to the elastic solid phallus.
All this time, she felt his presence with the distant edge of consciousness, but so far he had seen her only a mirror reflection of her open vagina, oojing moisture of desire. And now …Of course, this member did not belong, he could not belong to her female body, and at the same time he was not something outsider, completely alien to her. She knew and loved this cock. It was the phallus of her beloved man, which means – her own.
Without stopping for a second of movements that saturated her anus, she began to stroke with her hand with her hand and fingered the tense male nature, then covering its dense trunk with her palm, then fingering the swollen head with her fingers, otherwise it sinking down and stroking the delicate skin of the testicles. Then she left the candle in motionlessness, almost completely immersed in its depths, and began to rub this monumental column with two palms, as if trying to get fire from her body with the help of friction in a primitive way.
By this time, male self -awareness had already come to life, returned from non -being and persistently declared itself. But at the same time, it did not detract from the feminine, but only complemented, existing at the same time and parallel with him. Yes, he was a man, lovers and beloved. Today he came to his beloved, today the night of their love, and he was happy, noting how she was waiting for him, how much effort he put to give him this joy today. As much joy as she was in her power, and not a drop less. And he enjoyed her tenderness and openness, her long legs in elegant sandals and high heels on top of transparent black stockings – she lifted them high up in a rush of passion, and he stroked them with her own hands again and again, polishing to shine. He absorbed her chubby sensual lips, and his heart sank about how everything inside her was frantically compressed when he plunges into its depths …And at the same time, she remained the Yenshchina, in love and beloved. Yes, her lover came to her today, today their passions, and she was happy to feel his desire and good strength. Enjoy his patience and skill, his strong phallus, piercing all of it through. His smart thin face, his strong torso and amazing hands, so affectionate that it seemed that she turns under their touch into obedient clay, from which he sculpted the beautiful sculpture.
With each movement, the distance separating them became a step shorter, they were getting closer and more and more desirable for each other, and now, finally, a moment of the last rapture came. The Berlin Wall of Vykopoli collapsed, the seventh veil fell to the ground, and for an infinitely long moment it was possible to return the original unrequited integrity. Shiva connected to Shakti. Divine First Adam, whose ribs have not yet been removed Eve, who had not tasted the original sin and full of pure joy.
Let’s lower the eyes of the Dole and leave quietly, leave it, you are alone. Few are worthy of seeing the radiance of the Favorsian light, but it can burn out the eyes.
The alarm clock wake him up the next day
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