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Probably, many are beginning to write stories of loneliness, of the fact that no number of person it would be possible to share their most secret desires and fantasies. Later, when the story is written, there is a desire that someone would read it. Stocking mania - history first. or not, stories are written precisely to ensure that they would read it. But the story is written and sent to:. Fictionmania - irina v. And now he no longer belongs to the author, he became part of the Territory of Greater Mira, he became part of the Network. And then it was a letter. the first letter of You. It turned out that some of our desires are very similar.

Engage in conversations. Your first letter byloZdravstvuyte Natalia! Found your address on the board feedback site. I am like you, too, attracted photos using pads. I propose to talk about this topic on Have a good compilation of photos on this topic. A little bit about yourself. age 33, higher education, attracts bondazh, pyatochki in pads. If dialogue is interesting write a little about myself. AleksandrDa, this is how we met. This short text became the first page in our relations. After six months, I Jokes its affairs and prilechu to you.

I will bite the lips of impatience, I want you to see quickly what you are in life? Yet I had never heard your voice, do not touch you, I do not know the flavor of your body, and at the same time, I know you for your wonderful letters, as I prayed to God that in my mailbox appeared your message, gentle and kind , Simple and funny. You answered all the questions and I, too, was frank in front of you. During these six months, I knew you and I wish you all stronger and stronger. The plane will stop in front of the central terminal, and opened the door for me with the inscription Exit to the city.

You will be standing right of the crowd met. Main - you know it. Yes, here. Light jeans, light brown summer leather shoes, white shirt with short sleeves, in the hands of IFLA with the key from the machine, which you will vertet finger on. Yes, I am not mistaken, this will be you. I, as described himself, will dress in a black trouser suit with a red leather case over his shoulder. Interestingly, and you know me? During the landing on the flight, I specifically oglyazhu passengers - six of them will be in the trouser suit in black suits, half the bags were red-coloured Red, but they will not be approached by age.

In his nearly 37 years, I see relatively young, and dark glasses, together with a short haircut at all could shoot down somebody. So what he should know me. Here in ten steps of each other our views together. You make a couple of steps forward, and ulybneshsya. I will, put a bag on the floor and have some fun, too. You will be no way I was you, you just okazheshsya other, but not worse, of the letters. - Hello. Natasha? - Hello. Alexander? - I smile and put their hands to you.

I obnimu you for the shoulders and prityanu to themselves. You vozmesh me for the waist and we are close - close look each other in the eye, you will be bright beautiful eyes. I feel like there is a desire, as it grows into mne.a pull why? - Melknet in the head. through the second, we will kiss. Do you use good toilet water. I privstayu on tiptoe on, I do not want to interrupt this long kiss. Your hands press me to you, I already feel as nabuhli my nipples. - Poyekhali hence faster. - Do you catch a bag and we will quickly go to your nine.

I am sitting in the back seat and look at you. Yes, you are beautiful and young, you are intellectual, you - man. Gently shoes off and extend the leg to the control lever transmissions. Now you can just touch it, my fingers in three centimeters of your hands. Two gold ring and bracelet on my ankle is adorned foot. I touch the fingers of your wrist, and the machine is gathering speed. I have already glazhu foot your hand closer and closer to shoulder, like a shirt collar, here is your cheeks, purely vybritaya and impeccable, even momentarily - and fingers touched your lips.

You opened a mouth and I glazhu your lips. They then why peresohli, you oblizyvaesh and relate to their language and finger pads. We mchimsya on the road, I remove his foot from your face, and here we are already half an hour in your bedroom. I Tabernacle shoes and walk to the bed. You obnimesh me from behind. Lord, how long I waited for this moment, when your hands affect my clothes when your fingers feel my body heat. And what was until then - illusory, fairytale, it does not have neither the body nor volume, nor sound nor smell.

You did not know my body, I did not know you - were only letters. I lie down on the floor, at slightly Harsh Palace, and you vozmesh nachnesh my feet and kiss them. your lips - the most beautiful, your language proskalzyvaet between the fingers, look at the most potaennye seats. when you will obsasyvat Fingers, you pochuvstvuesh and my ring. I know that my legs will smell the skin, then, dear. Dear to you, my dear. I rasstegnula blouse. and you already ironing my body. I see your eyes, they look at my chest. in my long punctured the nipple - heavy rings, and you just look at these rings, and I feel like napryaglas your flesh.