The hair

I remember her from long ago, since she was a little girl. She was ugly, with a big mouth and extremely tall for her age. Nobody paid her any attention. However, as time had passed she turned into a strikingly beautiful tall girl with beautiful long hair of deep black color. She was a very beautiful Jewish girl.

We lived in the same house, often seeing each other in the elevator, at the...

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Fifteen thousands of sensors

What are you looking at? Just buy, do not stare! Give your money, client! Bought me. Took me home. Unhappy fatso with lustful eyes. I’d stake my life, he lives alone in a seedy apartment somewhere on the outskirts of the city.

Well, it is. What a hole! Beer cans at all corners, cigarette butts, I won’t be surprised if a pack of rats will run out. Bad luck for me. My neighbor...

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Nine years later

The shit, conjured for me in a long glass by fat-faced bartender, had a romantic name "brandy punch". No smell of brandy, it smelled like bedbugs. In other time I would not be afraid to throw that swinish swill in the face of the Lieutenant of well-known organs (I determined his rank by the shabby pub). But that day I was happy to everything. After nine years of being sick and tired o...

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The slave

I must confess that I am the lover of a rich lady. For her pleasure (and mine too) she puts me up for show naked and humiliates in different ways. Due to her request, I carefully shave intimate places and wear three small rings on the labia, as well as two accessories in the form of a crescent on the nipples of the breasts.

One Saturday she invited me to come to her house to go shopping...

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The late time he was pursued by a constant smooth sexual excitement. There and then: he could not stay at the hotel (Masturbation helped a little) and moved to the erotic café, but it was still closed. Bad luck! He had nothing but go somewhere to spend time and he decided to look into the Riga Museum of the history of sex, especially because for more than ten years of absence, he was not...

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I’m sitting and waiting... What am I waiting for? When you come home, I can call you... Why? I can hear your voice again and feel your breath... Do I really need this? Yes, and I can't live without it already... I'm sitting, listening to someone’s crying to the music – this is what I want to listen to right now... Nonsense... I'm sitting, burying my face in the han...

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Once, when I was a kid, I took a walk, and suddenly it seemed to me that I was standing on the edge of a cliff and was about to fall. I was amazed. I thought this was a kind of miracle, because I was aware of that: "the plains are there", but then I stared at the cliff, and it didn't disappear.

I rushed away. When I run, I feel like a little boy. I was running very fast, th...

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The seeker after adventures

I'm ready. I go outside, I walk to the subway. I get on the train and go to the other side of town. There I go outside, it’s the night time and darkness is everywhere. I'm walking having no idea where to, I’m deciding that on the way. After a while I turn from the busy street and head to the old Khrushchev buildings. No one is there in these yards, the lights are coming from...

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Even badly skilled mushroom hunter being in my place would never avoid that nice birch grove where, no doubt, there had to be orange-cap and brown-cap mushrooms. Having gone deep into the thick underbrush, I was searching the ground continuously, every time with a great regret coming across the fresh cut shroom stems - someone had been obviously ahead of me. I quickened the pace involuntarily,...

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