beautiful blonde was sitting next to Borea when I entered the room. Since Borya in appearance (but, unfortunately, not in bed) is not a competitor to me, the first thing I asked him, taking him aside, was he with her and, of course, would he mind ... I was lucky - Borya with he hasn't been to her yet, but he doesn't seem to care, he can wait. I don’t remember how I rejuvenated her, but that same evening we, three couples, lay down in the same room, on different beds. The sleeping quarters were covered with curtains. Vitya was lying with Kenya, Borya with Tanya, I was with the new blonde. The beginning was good - she began to do “miracles” with her tongue, licking me from head to toe. A couple of minutes after we lay down (so that the creaking of beds and different sighs did not hurt the hearing of neighboring couples, music was playing) I made an attempt to "invasion" - first I felt the entrance with my fingers and felt something: I took out someone's full of smelly sperm condom! The excitement vanished. Confused, I raised the condom in front of her nose and asked
- What is this? (and abruptly threw the condom on the floor)
- I don’t know, yesterday I watched the video and fell asleep (and blushed thickly)
I quickly jumped up (I finally realized what I had taken out of there), and dressed, went to the washstand. She got dressed and ran after me. Someone, Borya or Vitya, jokingly shouted - Why are you so fast? I wanted to immediately tell how she stopped me and asked me to be silent and not tell anyone (so I listened to her ... while she was washing, I told everyone everything and asked not to laugh). We went to the washbasin, I washed my hands and led her into the shower. I went into the room, and from a laugh that was hard to contain, she guessed that I had let it slip. No matter what, we slept with her, and in the morning she disappeared.
To Natasha friend arrived. Pretty. I just went to spend the night (usually I slept there with Natasha's neighbor, Tanya, just like that, without full contact) and, seeing my girlfriend lying freely, lay down next to me (without saying hello or name ...). At night, she did not resist for a long time (more precisely, she did not resist at all), and in the morning we finally met - it turned out that her name was Valya, she came to have an abortion. Once an abortion, then an abortion, I said, and as I was leaving I asked Valya to come back when she wants, i.e. when it heals. Strange, it healed up in a couple of days. Apparently I really wanted to. But personally, I was busy, and I lost interest. And my friend, Sasha, immediately agreed. In the morning - everything is in his blood, the whole bed is in blood (and I didn’t tell him that I was with her - why spoil relations and impressions). Long story short, I thought it was a girl. And he was too shy to ask. I told him that she had an abortion two days ago, and probably not the first.
Larisa. I wanted to go to the village to a friend, I was waiting for the bus. She stood beside him and waited. The bus didn't show up, but word by word we went to the hostel... I've never seen such a monster in sex. We did not sleep all night or, on the contrary, slept 7-8 times. In the morning, she said that for the first time she was tired of sex in her life (at 17 years old?). I understand that this is a compliment. During the week spent with her, I finished as many times as in the next 5 years of my life. She told about her life - she began to masturbate at the age of 13, if she doesn’t masturbate at least three times a day, she feels bad, at 15 she was raped by a neighbor, to whom she just went up to drink a cup of coffee, except for sex she is not interested in anything, she never cooked eat, never cleaned. The fact that she does not know how to cook manifested itself immediately - she ruined my scrambled eggs. The mess in her apartment was also surprising - you can only move with long steps, stepping over piles of garbage and unnecessary things ... Once we had a rest visiting Sasha and his girlfriend. Got drunk. Larisa put forward an ultimatum - either I'm leaving or Jeanne (Sasha's friend) will go to the shower with her to make love. Zhanna (a devout girl, a Catholic) was in such a state that she took this news as a joke and we persuaded her to take a shower with Larisa. The girls are gone. After a while, Larisa flies in, out of her mind, to the questions where Zhanna is, she answers that she doesn’t know where this fool is ... she ran away from her, no one knows where ... Larisa falls on the bed and falls asleep. We go to look for Zhanna and find her in one of the corridors of the hostel, all in tears and cowardly, it is not clear why. They listened - Larisa, as soon as they went into the shower (there was a common shower in the hostel, it was lucky that there was no one at the moment when they came in), closed the common shower doors and attacked Zhanna - started tearing her underwear, kissing between her legs, moaning ... and Jeanne, of course, resisted. Here, too, the girls began to knock on the door - why did they close there? Zhanna escaped, opened the door and ran away... Zhanna was calmed down and returned to the room. I went to Larisa, who was sleeping with a show off, and there was “little space” for me - a drunken nymph bit and scratched during sex (it can be seen from anger that Zhanna did not work out) and haunted me all night ...
Young accelerator. A girl of 16 years old came to a mutual friend, her height and weight are higher than usual ... She is pretty, she is studying to be a cook at a school ... We drank together and Borya arranged a separate room for me to spend the night with her. Everything would be fine, but the girl seemed to fall in love and after the first night she wanted a second, third ... But I had to go on a business trip for a few days, so we broke up. In a few days I arrive, she is waiting for me like (as if in love). None of my friends says anything to me, but I, naive, think that everything is in order and spend the night with her as usual ... The next day she leaves home, says that she will arrive soon, but I already feel something is wrong ... Something else came through three days, when the “faucet dripped” and the underpants began to get dirty. I had gonorrhea for the first time, I cured it on my own, consulting with friends. I learned that during the period of my departure, there was a queue for the “supposedly in love accelerator” - Borya, Sasha “Borzoy”, Armenians and others (I don’t know others) Everyone, except Borya, fell ill. They fell ill from one of the people on the waiting list (like from the Armenian, who was also infected by someone and did not recover). She, of course, never came back.
Lily. The masculine character, beautiful, strong, “kept” almost the entire hostel at bay. We drank together a couple of times, but the opportunity to get to know each other better came when she quarreled with her friend - she herself called me to her place. I didn’t have to hint for a long time - if I liked the girl, then I showed activity myself. The marathon, which she demanded for complete satisfaction, I could not stand, so in bed we did not fit each other. Once again, she made peace with her friend (alfonso, a drunkard, was in her care) and we remained good friends. Subsequently, she married my classmate, a roommate in an institute hostel. She had a beautiful friend, I don’t remember her name, but according to her stories, she loved men very much. In absentia, she introduced us a long time ago. One evening, she brings this friend, and I bring my friend (who later married Lila) and we have no choice but to lie in pairs in the same room to the sounds of Dr. Alban (popular music at that time). Yes, men in the life of that friend occupy not the last place ... Not even a few seconds had passed after we lay down, as we had already begun the “jumps” - waiting until the neighboring couple fell asleep, the girlfriend would not have had the patience ... It’s a pity that the case, not brought me together with this friend again - perhaps in a separate room I would be more liberated ...
Nurse. Borya met them on the street, during a city holiday (Kyiv Day). He introduced me to a nurse, my name is Irina. We walked, agreed to meet in a couple of days near the metro. I drove up on a motorcycle (I had Java then). She had just finished her daily duty and really wanted to sleep. With the condition not to pester, I took her to my dorm to rest (sleep). I did not fulfill the condition - the resistance was active and I remember the fact that the resistance activity turned into an active offensive as soon as I touched the clitoris with my finger. Like I pressed a button! After the first contact, she changed her mind just to rest, smoked, told me a story that I was her second (and why do girls tell this? I never ask, but I listen to these revelations from every second - they probably justify not virginity) Then we again fell asleep and broke up. Oddly, she didn't leave an address or phone number... and never showed up again.
Vika. This girl loves to fuck, knows how to fuck, literally her whole life is to fuck! She “made” me in the bathroom, then in bed, then in the country ... We made love under the covers, while she was smoking and talking with friends who came in at the wrong time, through the open door! They didn’t even notice - we thought we were just lying (I pretended to be sleeping) We didn’t agree on the time of the process - she needs a marathon, at least two hours and right away, in the very first episode! In the first series, I can’t even take five minutes, and I’m reluctant to go to the second or third with an already “former” girlfriend.
Youngsters. I was lying in a room with three girls, i.e. I lay with one, the other two lay on adjacent beds. It was about one in the morning. Borya came in and asked me to help unload the car, which allegedly came with some kind of goods and urgently needed to be unloaded ... It turned out that this was just a false excuse to get me out of the hostel - on the street he said that two underage girls were waiting for us at his friend's apartment . With the one that will be with me, no one has yet been (-clean, he checked it himself-, to himself, Borya probably thought then). We went to the apartment, the girls (14 years old) were lying and watching porn videos. I silently lay down with mine (without saying a word - I already had such an experience once), having settled down behind, did my job (under the covers) and fell asleep. In the morning I woke up before everyone else, and after saying goodbye to Borey, he went about his business. I never saw those girls again, but I remember this incident because I caught the gonorrhea again. This time the treatment was more painful - without testing, I recovered on my own, but as it turned out, I simply healed the disease. A few months later, for no apparent reason (I didn’t sleep with anyone at that time without a condom), I started to leak again. He passed the tests, received a prescription and was cured with more potent antibiotics ... Borya was ill with gonorrhea (and not only) chronically, so these diseases did not cling to him ...
Mandavoshki and scabies. Half of the dorms itched, at first it was scabies, then lice began to find ... It's nonsense that mandavoshki are transmitted only sexually - my friend Sasha and I picked them up then for no "apparent reason" - we didn’t sleep with anyone (sometimes it worked out that way, there were no suitable girls), and pubic lice were picked up ... I also transferred scabies to my student hostel, infecting all my neighbors and friends. Everyone was satisfied - firstly, they gained experience, secondly, a two-hour hour before bedtime very much calmed the nerves and distracted from insomnia. They were treated for scabies with sulfuric ointment. From mandavoshki - shaving on the head and kerosene.
Borya. Walking sex, but no brains. A person of Caucasian nationality (like me). Sleeps with everything that moves - with beautiful girls, with ugly girls, with beautiful and ugly boys (blue). From the age of 15 in prison, diagnosed with kleptomania, car theft. At 30 he was released and ended up in Kyiv, to his brother. In the same place, in Kyiv, I accidentally “stumbled upon” this hostel of the Kyiv shoe factory. And pulled me...
I would have lit it with that blonde - said Lyosha
What's a moron?! They are both blondes, with which one? - Misha said indignantly
Yes, with anyone!
And I liked the curly-haired one more, well, the one that Lesya, a cool chick
Let's meet with them again, shall we? Tim suggested
Let's! Misha agreed.
Suddenly, Tomka's mobile phone rang loudly, we ran away behind the house so that they would not know that we were eavesdropping
Hello - Tom said in a whisper - Tomorrow? Yes, we can! At nine? Okay, agreed, come on, bye!
What did they say? I asked
They invited us to take a walk tomorrow!
The next day, wearing high-heeled shoes and short skirts, we went to the boys, we had a fun evening. Looking at Misha, I felt something strange, I had a whole bunch of guys. I changed them like gloves, but I didn’t feel anything like Misha for any of them. The boys treated us to pills, after trying them, it was like a light bulb in my head exploded and everything became so bright, iridescent
Well, how? Misha asked.
Super! - I answered - Give me more!
Misha gave me more
The next day he called and said that he wanted to meet with me, I agreed. All week he behaved like a true gentleman, courted beautifully, gave flowers. Once, when we were returning from a canoe, a guy on a moped rushed past us and splashed me from a puddle, I was standing all wet and dirty
Damn! - Misha said with regret - Let's go to my place, you can wash things there!
And we went to Misha's house, he threw my things into the car and gave me his long T-shirt. We sat on his couch, swallowing pills from which everything becomes rosy, and kissed, kissed for a long time, then he threw me on the couch and took off his T-shirt, I realized what everything was leaning towards
Misha, Misha, wait! I tried to stop him
Don't be afraid! - He smiled - I have rubber bands!
Yes, that's not the point! You know, I've never had this before!
Misha couldn't even say anything at first
So what are you, a virgin or what?! he shouted
Well, yes! I answered shyly
So why did I waste my time on you?
Misha, well, does it really matter whether you are my first or not
It has! I don't need more trouble! I already somehow deprived one heifer of her virginity, so she let's cry, and all these tears, drool ... then she also told her mother. and my mother came to sort it out ... in short, I then decided, no more virgins!
Misha, well, I'm not going to tell my mother anything!
Damn, this is what I get, in vain the steward gave Kolyan for splashing you ...
What?! - I did not understand him - You set it all up ?!
What did you think! What should I say to your face Lesya, come fuck me! I don't get it at all, if you're a virgin, why the hell are you acting like all the guys in town fucked you?!
It's just my character! - I answered
And Tom, is she a virgin too? he asked
No, Toma is no longer a virgin!
Great! I also liked Tomka, of course you are more, but who knew that girls like you could not be broken ...
Give me some pants! - I interrupted him - I'll bring you tomorrow!
Misha gave me his jeans. I put them on and ran home. I cried non-stop for several days, but I love him, and I'm ready for anything with him! So many times I have already been offered to do THIS, but only with him I am truly ready for THIS. A month passed, I still didn’t fulfill my promise and didn’t give Misha clothes, and an interesting situation happened with my clothes that I left in his typewriter ... two days after it all happened, someone rang the doorbell of my apartment, I opened it, but there was no one behind it, but there was a bag with my clothes on the threshold. And now, a month later, I was sitting in my room, my mother and father were talking about something in the kitchen, I rarely listen to their conversations, well, by chance my ear stumbled upon the voice of my father, or rather what this voice says
By the way, can you imagine, Kravtsov's youngest daughter has flown! he told his mother
Tamara?! - she was surprised - She and Olesya are studying in the same class! Horrible! And from whom?
I have no idea, don't tell!
I jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran to Tomka. All the way to her, I thought why she didn’t tell me anything, since we shared everything with her since childhood. I still remember when we were 9 years old, we locked ourselves in my room with her and I taught her how to kiss. she herself did not know how but really wanted to try
Hi Tom! - I said as I walked to the threshold of her room.
Hello! - she answered dryly, lately she spoke to me in such a dry tone, why I could not understand
Tom, I mean... that I know everything!
Is it true? - Tom screamed, tears flowed down her cheeks - Lesya, I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry!
For what? I didn't understand her
Well, for everything ... for Misha ...
What about Misha? I didn't understand her
How? You said you know everything!
I know that you are pregnant!
Lesya, but you don’t know the main thing, from whom
It seems I'm starting to guess from whom ... - with these words, I left Toma. Tom had an abortion, after the abortion she came to me
Lesya, I want to change! - she said - I want everything to be different!
Tom, you're right, it's not nice to live like that! - I found a pack of "next" cigarettes in my hiding place and flushed it down the toilet. Since that day, everything has changed, I understand what a bastard this Misha was, but still I can’t cool down to him, and Toma still can’t forget the stress that she had to endure during the abortion.
I have a friend, a retired colonel.
And he tells funny stories at times.
I'm not the author. For what I bought, for that I told.
This terrible story happened last year. It was a beautiful day, and we celebrated the next birthday of our friend and, as usual with good people, got drunk in zyuzyu. And, of course, who, where was in what position, remained there. :*)
The hero of the occasion himself was lying on an armchair in a state of blissfully contemplating the ceiling, with his legs slightly apart (sorry).
In the morning, after a partial awakening of some of the participants in yesterday's feast, one of our acquaintances wandered around the kitchen in search of something so ... cool and liquid. :)
And found. Almost.
In the refrigerator, somehow not very cold, I must tell you, and not very liquid CHICKEN was preserved.
There was nothing else there, and a thirsty friend decided to give another gift to the hero of the occasion and at the same time for the next holiday on April 1. :)
After some manipulations with the chicken, it turned out to be: 1 - the temperature of the human body and the same color with a bluish tint. 2 - without a body. That is one head.
After these operations, he quietly entered the room with the hero of the occasion, ti-i-i-iho unbuttoned his fly (lieutenant, how dare you?!?) and a-a-carefully placed this head so that it, kh-kh , replaced, so to speak, to him his manhood.
It should be noted that the neck of this head looked almost perfect right up to the very head, in general, the view turned out amazing - futuristic!
Satisfied with his joke, the comrade left to continue looking for something. Cold.
Some time passed, part of the people already laughed at our friend's joke and peacefully drank mineral water with him in the kitchen.
And then there was just an INHUMAN shriek! Choking on mineral water, the people briskly ran into the room where the hero of the occasion was sleeping.
And now the oil painting: just ... EATING hero of the occasion, continuing to lie in the same position, only with his head looking THERE, and the whole crowd at the door is watching the local BLACK cat eat ... well, in general, sitting on knees of his master. And the head itself is no longer visible ...
Imagine the feelings of a person after a heavy drinking bout, who DOES NOT FEEL how he is chewing the most expensive .... :)))
***
It was in the winter of 1994 or 1995, I don't remember exactly.
My friend from the new Russians of the middle hand sent his wife and children to Greece for a couple of months, but he, of course, broke away from the soul, began to take women home, did not disdain and tangles, in general, he didn’t spend time sickly.
Well, he was protected, of course, one misfortune of the prezery, without hesitation, he threw it out the window.
In short, the wife returned and so in April, when the snow melted, she planted flowers under the window and found a cemetery of condoms.
I must say that they lived on the third floor of a five-story building, the first two were occupied by his own office, and elderly couples lived on the 4th and 5th.
The saving thought came suddenly - he squinted at the homeless from the attic, who, of course, were not in sight there due to his own efforts.
In general, he had to hire homeless people - a homeless person and a homeless woman. Behind Bukhalovo, they climbed into the attic every day and threw condoms from there, and so for a whole month.
Well, as a result, the wife shavala, although a bum with a condom, you yourself understand this, approximately like a nun in a brothel.
***
Somehow our whole company gathered about the arrival of one of the guys from abroad. business trips. I must say in advance that he was abroad for the first time and brought several sex toys as a souvenir, which he demonstrated to us. One of these toys was an artificial penis, well, very reminiscent of a real one.
Well, then, as expected, everyone got drunk to death. And at night, when our ranks began to line up, we decided to play a trick on the business trip. And looking around, they found the same member, orphanedly thrown on the table. The guys unzipped the businessman's fly and put this work of art in there. Ten minutes later, our friend woke up and went to the toilet, and a minute later there was a heart-rending scream.
Further from the words of the victim. He went into the toilet, unzipped his fly, took out the device and began to relieve himself, but the catch is that nothing flows from there, but something warm runs down his legs ?! Well, he decided to shake his friend a little and he ended up in his hand. And at that moment, his drunken consciousness painted a heartbreaking picture: as if he had torn off his dignity, and the warm thing that runs down his legs is blood! This is where he screamed. Well, we all ended up rushing to help, but when we saw a friend with a dick in his hand and wet pants, with a look of horror on his face, we just fell to the floor from laughter.
Yes, to the honor of our friend, it must be said that he was not offended by us. I was very glad that I didn’t tear anything off and everything was intact. Here is such a story.
***
The beginning of the story is, in fact, traditional: we DRINK. Slowly they sipped the daily holiday norm until the weakest in spirit began to butt the table in a fit of irresistible drowsiness. The rest famously dealt with the remnants of booze and snacks, cleared the table and began to arrange bainki. A friend who fell asleep prematurely was "rewarded" with the fact that instead of a bed he got a table - cleared of dishes, swill and food (well, maybe not completely cleaned :-). The poor fellow was laid on it.
The rest dispersed to their rooms, and the feast subsided, as expected, until the morning. But it wasn’t there: in the middle of the night, a terrible scream wakes us up from the bed, in which there was so much horror, hopelessness and (most importantly) decibels that no one managed to make a peacefully sleeping look. Well, having opened the slits of our eyes and with someone's mother we stomp on the source of a nightmare, turn on the light ... And we see our Kostya, who is sitting in the center of the table, curled up in a ball and obviously trying to occupy the smallest possible area on the table. His complexion did not look alive even against the background of a snow-white (almost) tablecloth.
Looking at such an elf, few people, the stump is clear, will believe that it was he who yelled SO much a minute ago that he raised five, if not dead, but drunk to an almost half-dead state of people in the middle of the night. Well, anyway, such a rampage requires an explanation, so we were not too lazy to ask Kostya in detail.
And Kostya, it turns out, froze at night (which is not surprising, after all, they blurted him out like a dead man on the table, but somehow they didn’t think to cover him with a blanket). Freezing, he began to gradually become aware of himself in time and space and realized that he was lying in absolute darkness on a hard cold FLOOR (how could he know about the table!). Konstantin fumbled on the FLOOR with his hand to move somewhere warmer ... and gropes for FAILURE.
Quickly making sure that the failure surrounds him on all sides and his hand cannot reach the bottom, the night climber began to understand that he was alone on this patch of firmament, and of all the tools he had only a fork. He decided to sacrifice the fork in order to find out how high he was above the surrounding area. The fork thrown down CLUTCHED ON THE TABLECLOTH... And after 7 seconds Kostya heard a soft sound of falling 8-
It was then that a cry was heard that woke us up.
***
I don’t remember where it happened (some small provincial town), but I vouch for its authenticity. So, two friends, having drunk properly in good company, returned home late in the evening. And their path lay past the city park. And now they wanted to ride on the carousel. No sooner said than done. We went into the park, found a carousel (you know, where the chairs are suspended on chains), found the lever that starts this carousel and began to argue who was the first. They argued and argued, finally, one of them came up with a brilliant idea: "Come on, he says, let's tie a rope to this lever, sit on the carousel, pull the rope and go." To their misfortune, they found the rope... What happened next, probably, many have already imagined.
.............
In the morning, a carousel driver who came to work took them off, completely exhausted and without shoes (they tried to get into this very lever on the fly). They also screamed, but no one heard them in the dead of night......
I am 22 years old, work, girl, appearance is all right. One evening I took a bath in the shower. Suddenly, I felt a rattle and rustle under my feet, looked under my feet and almost fainted - a hefty gray RAT fell into the bath! As it turned out, there was a hole in the floor under the bathroom, and I live on the 1st floor, and this creature climbed out of the basement. I started flying out of the bath with screams, tore off the curtain with a stick and flew upside down to the floor, a head injury, loss of consciousness. I woke up in the hospital, my parents took me. As a result, I have psychological disorders, constant headaches, nightmares, because of which I do not get enough sleep, a phobia of rats, I am afraid to go into the bathroom, not to mention washing in the shower and ... impotence ... I'm going crazy, kill!(((
got a job. before the first working day, I decided to quickly go to throw out the garbage, stumbled on the stairs, fell and put my head on the concrete steps. I lay on the stairs for about an hour until the neighbors found me and called an ambulance. hospital, concussion, everything. I lay there almost unconscious for a couple of days, I managed to call work only after 3 days, and they said that I had already been fired, since I didn’t show up when I needed to. I haven't paid for the apartment for several months, at first there was no work, now I had to give the last money to the doctors. the hostess kicks you out - either pay for 4 months at once, or move out. I have nowhere to go, my parents are in another city, and already retired, they cannot help financially. it is inconvenient and pointless to ask acquaintances, even if they help, then only on loan, and when it will turn out to be unknown. while I'm looking for a job, if by the end of the month I don't find it, I'll have to be homeless.
My wife gave birth yesterday. Boy. Healthy. 3700 grams, 56 cm. NEGR.
I would have believed in the wonders of genetics if my wife's work, where she was constantly "delayed", was not a two-minute walk from the hostel of RUDN University.
I was returning home from my friend's birthday in the evening. I called the young man to meet him (go past the construction site, it's dark and scary there). He said he was watching a movie and refused to go. When I was walking through a wasteland near a construction site, a drunken man attacked me, took my bag and almost raped me. I don't remember how I got off.
She came home, dirty, crying, she could not speak coherently from fear. The young man said that since I got so drunk that I was covered in mud and lost my bag, I can go where I came from and kicked me out of the house. I spent the night at the police station, where I wrote a statement. thanks to the cops - they gave hot tea and tried to calm me down.
Now my m.ch. does not believe that I was attacked and I was in the police. decided that I have a lover. He changed the locks in the apartment, does not give things away. I was actually on the street.
Shoot me please, I don't know what to do
I had three joys in life: my job, my woman and my friend. Today I was fired, I came home early and found my woman with a friend in our bed.
Two years ago: a man, an adult, wrote to me on a dating site. Somehow we got into a conversation, and he offered to "buy" my virginity. I was 17 then, I was disappointed in another jerk and thought: "why not?" We met, slept, I received a rather large sum of money. He tried to meet again, but I was disgusted even to see his name on the phone display and I ignored him.
Now: I've been dating an amazing boy for 4 months - smart, pretty, in love with me, financially secure. It came down to meeting the parents. His dad is the guy I slept with then. Damn, it’s okay to sleep, I also took the money! We sat at the table, and his dad stared blankly at me. Damn, how embarrassing I was ... I haven’t answered this boy’s calls for the second day, because I’m scared to look into his eyes - what if dad told him everything?
My mother is a prostitute. I love her and have learned over the years to accept her choices. That's how life developed, and then it just "was drawn in." Everything was fine at school and college. But when I went to work at the plant, it turned out that many people know my mother "closely" - we have a small town. I would endure the chuckles and sidelong glances of women, but the men pester me. I look like my mother (almost a copy), but I'm not like that! I don’t wear skirts, tights, heels on purpose, I don’t use makeup, I behave very modestly and quietly. But no - every second one makes hints that "he does not mind", and not only hints - to drag him into the back room to cuddle - this is no longer surprising. I fought back, tried to explain calmly, swore, threatened that I would tell my wives. I always hear in response "an apple does not fall far from an apple tree" and "what does it cost you, you are almost like a mother." There is no money to move to another place.
I am 20 years old, I earn 30 thousand a month on a piece of paper, I get 24 thousand at best, of which at least 15-20 are taken by my parents for my accommodation, I work 6 days a week + I work as a freelancer, the income is not big, but at least something if my parents find out 70% take it off, don't eat at home, just sleep and take a shower. I pay for the Internet from my own money (unlim 1000r per month). When my parents are not in Moscow (this often happens), I pay for my grandmother's medicines myself. Institute (40 per year) - herself. I cook, I keep the apartment in order.
The question is, why, if I am already on the verge of hysteria, clinging my hands to the last thousand in my wallet, they tell me that I am an ungrateful creature and will not buy a piece of bread for my parents in old age? Why ask if I have a personal life when they themselves see that under such a slave regime I have no time?!
With my money, they have already gone abroad 4 times, and on my 2-week vacation (For the WHOLE year) I am sitting in smoky Moscow
I work for a foreign company. 2 weeks ago, Something came to us. They are called by the name of an incomprehensible gender. For a week, the whole department thought about what gender it was. he looks about 20 years old. and it is not clear whether a feminine guy or a rude girl. walks in sneakers, in the ears of carnations. emo hairstyle.
At a corporate party, under the influence of cocktails, a "brilliant" and "logical" idea came to my mind. kiss It and thus find out. Kissed. Now I don't know what orientation it is. and to everything, now it constantly looks at me and makes eyes, yesterday it dragged a flower in a pot. I am terrified. Employees squint. what a terrible life.
My fiancee found in my mail a correspondence with some girls, which was conducted not by me, but by my friend, when they were drinking at my house ... But she does not believe. Idiot situation.
My girlfriend is 18 years old, she is dancing, I am 19 (I have been boxing since the age of 8) everything is fine with us, but I feel that something is missing in our
relationships.
Decided to have hard sex..
We turned on the video with hard porn in contact, everything started as usual ..
Kisses, took off her clothes, she took off me ..
I have been puffing over her for several minutes and suddenly (!) She asks to hit her, but harder!!
But I refused .. which was followed by a C grade in my e * lo ..
I have worked for years accumulated reflex ..
He is in the hospital with a broken jaw and a concussion.
Her parents forbade me to communicate, they decided that I was dangerous to society.
I am a boy. I shaved my legs a month ago. Now there hair does not grow! AT ALL!! Friends do not believe in it and think that I liked shaving .. and they laugh, like I will soon pluck my eyebrows and ...!
Nooo, it's too early to shoot. I play in KVN at the university and there is my crown number, where I go out in a women's dress with scary HAIRY legs. This is the joke. And now I'm being kicked off the team - either stop shaving or get out.
Shoot, I can't live without furry male brutal legs.
