The usual hum of the audience glued to the boring person around. The bleak weather and zanudlivaya (perhaps it is a very busy man) taught us to borrow gray. Lecturer in perpetuity natuzhennym look (she claims that she the victim of love) and the same voice faded cause a student to the board. All indifferent provozhajut her next to the board, expressing look nothing.

I try to gather ideas and draw from the report may be more valuable. During the 15 minutes I uhitryayus listen to it. Suddenly everything around a black-and-white, turns into a color picture, I see before me as scarlet roses petals dissolved. My hands convulsively trying to handle hair on the table, but her whereabouts are unknown. I am afraid tear think of it, and suddenly all disappear in the same moment. Rather, more soon! I pray God, if it exists, that it would continue.

They say that the woman did not understand the man did not enter into his desire and imagination. But what I experienced then, indulge in fine features of this nice substance.

Malyszka.

I perenoshus in a very different world, different from the reality ... Malyszka is soft strides Panthers on shifting sand, taking a swim in the piercing rays of the rising sun.

It has not reacted to my okliki, and everything goes and goes, udalyayus from me, not living not see, not to hear what is happening around them.

Left alone with itself, making sure alone in the desert shore, it skidyvaet with clothing and submerges himself in the azure waves waves. Sineva jealously envelops her naked body. I zavorozheno forward to her return.

Back to the arms of the waves themselves, it drew the eye to the sun and gave himself in his power to spread the coastal sand, like a cat.

Relatively high growth does not Malyshku defenseless and weak in the eyes of a strong half of humanity. It seems that it simply need to be protected, but this is not the case.

Her icy composure, grace and elegance and, in addition, bitchiness pleasant, bored sobering cold shower around. She always somewhere inside his ice sculptures and unlikely anyone can run it on frankness. All the words that I pick, trying to describe this miracle simply fade next to it and descend to the ground yellow leaves, covered with frost, but I can not otherwise.

Approaching, I hesitantly touch her palms yard cheek, she jumped, her rudder to me strict view. I am banished inexplicably force paralizuyu each joint, I stop, bending down over angel ... Right before my eyes a phantom paradise in the eyes of its captive eyelashes-black roses petals, the depth of those eyes will force any of the oceans lands doubt in his glory. Above paradise rasprosterlis two issini - black voronyh wing, emphasizing its white leather-like honey plums.

In a change of wind-bird mood strictly trying to catch air flow and changes the position of the wings. Here now live pronessya mischievous breeze and Malyszka, pushed eyebrow, feeling its power over my creatures.

Aleksandritovye lips utolili my thirst moisture and exhilarating otpryanuli, shame. The upper lip covered with small gun, as a baby, was genuine admiration and sincere smile. Under the same lies vpadinka bottom, as if someone had invested the truth will set her life in and made them a finger.

I perebirayu its wheat golden hair, strand for strand, they drop cascades of rain and split its gentle children's shoulders. Fringe, sauce for the abalone, opens pristine neck and ear. Gold Chains, struyas, curls it and fails to roar into the chest.

Kapelke water - remains in the ring love glitter in the sun as the leaves grew up in a tulip. Small kisses, I shower her body as rain in the summer-hot land. Nothing eludes me: skinny neck, clavicle vpadinka, knobble nipples, elastic stomach. I am holding back on the palm side curve of the back and feel the impulse current of tension. Kiss touch her miniature palchikov, crowned tiarami white marigold. Yielding desired, cole hand in the valley, my heart slow and dull knocking. After pyatochkam pink on the lips, I touch her tongue palchikov. She smiled, took my face in his palm, and I feel her breath in their hair.

But is awake, Malyszka suspecting nothing, meets at the blackboard, also speaking passionately about Labour Plato, as a second looked back at me.

She is not aware of the magnetism of his soul and body, if not better knows.

All treasure it, it - the pearl grew up in a tulip leaves.

Perhaps I am wrong too, but so far has me irresistible desire to experience passion and violence. All its substance, I often feel force of male hands, slap in the face, cold pobelennoy wall, which runs pleasant tremor, pain from the body Dates, and the sweet taste of warm blood on the lips and the sound of falling striving dresses or buttons.

Then there is the desire to meet. The impetus:: blankets and warm the whole body. Place pain is bliss. This is the end.

Feelings saturation and tranquillity filled soul. Now I breathe smoothly and calmly. I got what wanted.

But it is only a dream, or even sleep, or maybe obsession.

The night of dreams!

You vozmesh me by force, and brazenly blatant. You do not give me screaming, and will beat and beat, and cut жалить most delicate flesh, only to create what Mother Nature. And when I ustanu resist, enjoying the warmth of your seed, you gently okunesh my body in a soft bed. Hire that smells feel hampered our bodies. Kosneshsya breast teacher. Dates Osyplesh rain. And when my breathing becomes smooth and shroud of joy will go with my eyes, you will find the hand well, which still keeps tvoju audacity, power and superiority need me.

Movement for movement, more and sharper, and has already forced твои fingers tremble my body. Ston becomes Creek. The feeling of eternity. And when my thighs humbly depressed, unable to make another breakthrough, you leave my cache.

A gentle kiss. I open their eyes, realizing that came my turn. My tongue and lips slowly down the skolznut thy skin, and I will continue the game started by you.

You okunesh hands in my hair and I oschuschu smooth flesh that touches my palate, speed, which will be filled with the blood of thy veins. Your thighs will wobble in tact deepening strong arms. A Staying tenderness that you hate what has been created man and woman.

And IT will be unity and the rights of God, man and nature, human and animal, and human rights.

For this night, I would have sacrificed his whole life. I let them be years, but it comes a time when I forget about all the laws of society and at least for one night otdamsya TEBE, with the same unity, which dreamed of for many years.

If you stradaesh claustrophobic, this story is not for you. H. If not, welcome to a closed space, restricted to the four walls, floor and ceiling. To enhance the pleasant sensations, three walls of the space mirror, and one sliding. Guessed? Well, of course, looks lifte.Itak, you and your companion are mirrored in the booth, which tilts downward. It seems that she commits journey to the center of the Earth, and you become unwitting hostage to the whims of this unique construction moving.

When you entered the elevator, rest your hand on the waist of thy companion. It was warm and there comfortably, because dugoobraznaya "curvature" of its figures, as if intended for your palms. Now, in light of the cab when fosforicheskom mounting sense of danger and uncertainty, you prityagivaesh suite body closer to imagine Feb. subconscious desire to protect. But a woman who considers this movement quite another. And here - it wax in your hands. Skin Prizhimayas round to your shirinke, it is beginning to shake hips from side to side. In doing so, her hand has long been liberated your growing body of rigorous framework that dictates business dress cut. You закрываешь eyes, but not only on the pleasure, but even so, to avoid the attention of the "perturbed" the neck of another passenger elevator nesuschegosya into the unknown ... The cab stand, stop, "neck" disappeared. Instead, the man appeared in the lift curve and curl grin molodyascheysya old virgins. Twohy companion free hand, it is not what happened, click on the button upper deck, smiling nice new witness your sweet agony.

Another couple minutes, and you alone. Skirt soars upwards. Silk lingerie imitation can not be an obstacle to sustained hands. In front of the mirror, do you see a little raskrasnevsheesya person with priotkrytymi lips and beautiful green eye. Her legs razdvinuty, back bent, and it has to bite his hand to muffle fanfold of breast moaning.

Well, you will find a building in which at least 30 floors to supplement my imagination spicy new details?