the new epizode

 

i stood there in that stupid tie beside my wife, who had bought me it a few years ago and watched the absent writer's bitch, security guards (no muscles but obviously dominated by the kung-fu), and a lady in a black robe who read sentences whose meaning i didn´t understand at all. sometimes in her speech there was something like mutual disagreements (i saw it white, my wife black), physical alienation (yeah, she slept with another guy), a communication barrier (we have not been speaking together for the last two years) and similar shit. the carpet was dark red in color without stains, it was felt like staleness and the furniture was made of solid wood. i tipped it to the oak. no one else spoke. there was nothing to say. the writer was a pretty young and pretty girl with no taste and odor. her name was ingrid and she came from one of the smaller nuns in the north, where the lousy lived. so she went to a town where no one knew her and started working in court. firstly, she dealt with classical misdemeanors, nothing serious. property damage, minor crime, and less serious things. but then they went to the divorce and it started to tease her totally. looking at all the once-happy couples, of whom only the hate, the snoring, the quarrels, the infidelity and the "lending" of the children once every fortnight remained. initially she tried to understand, to understand one and the other. she wondered why it had happened and what was the real reason. why it came up here. in time, she began to hate her work totally and took it only as a necessity and source of money (it was nothing much, but it was still better to work in the factory), but she was quite grateful because she had no qualifications, but she could write quickly on the machine (her dad was a famous screenwriter). every day, at the entrance to the courtroom, she said she would not smoke there anymore. but then she met dave that brought her light into her sad life. he was a funny and real beauty guy (sometimes she wondered why he choze her), he was in cotton (got a lot of money) and people liked him. in addition to that, they sensibly understood in bed. ingrid had not had much experience until that time, but only one when she had made her a totally pitiful classmate in a very rough and indiscriminate manner in a third of a gypsum that she finally did not pass. dave was considerate and patient. they slept together for the first time in three months, when they went to the cabernet franc 2015 by doolhof single vineyard and then ended up at dave´s apartment. the candles reflected their shadows on the walls, dave poured pale gray - seasons, ingrid spoke of her work and she felt really fine. she did not shudder when he first took her shoes off and pulled off her skirt ... and then the white lace panties ... ingrid wanted to go to the shower first (she had already decided), but under the weight of dave´s stroking and tongue in her pussy she did not have a chance. she felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but she could hardly resists dave´s tongue, and ingrid did not say anything else. she experienced her first real and fantastic orgasm with someone other than by herself and she was already fully in his power. dave had done it her very tenderly from the front and then she sat down on him. ingrid was very learning and surprise herself. she felt more and more confident with each and every other position, and she absolutely enjoyed it. since then, they've been seeing almost every day, and they've been fine. dave was incredibly attentive, bought gifts to her, traveling together a lot and enjoyed the life. ingrid had moved to him in the meantime, and in two years they had been drawing rings. from one of the smaller nuns in the north no one came to the wedding... at that time, ingrid took off her impossible glasses, started to use makeup and going to hairstylist, sporting and dressing pretty. there were a lot of guys around her in the courtroom and everyone was running around. she lost weight a little, but her fantastic ass and tits remained. among those all the tails appeared also a sympathetic shy student of law, something that reminded her dave who had a less and less time for ingrid because he had to go to the business and finished his last life contract.

today it's exactly two years since ingrid left him ...

"your marriage is divorced, " the lady in a black robe said as equally as monotonous. i expected to ask us (i tried several times so that it sounded neither regretful nor too optimistic). at the words of the lady in the black robe, the message from dave blinked at the ingrid´s handy. he wrote that he let prepared the divorce application...

when i came out in front of the courthouse and looked for cigarettes, the sun came out of the cloud ... i did not put any weight on it...

 

 

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christmas carols

 

he knew she was lying next to him, but he did not admit it. he had a beautiful dream about how lindsey came back from perth and told him she could not live without him. but it was just a dream... that bloody reality had begun to begin slowly but surely get under his skin.

roger still had his eyes closed, but she felt he was looking at him and waited until he opened it. he had a drought in his mouth, and he incredebily need to piss off. he held it another minute, then turned on his side, sat on the bed and looked at her. her name was valery, but everyvone calls her vally. she was beautiful. roger completely forgot about it. thick brown hair that waved at the end, huge eyes deep as wells and incredibly full of lips. when she smiled, she was even prettier and when roger remembered all that they did together at night ... wow ... he was a bit embarrassed, even though he had a mad hangover, so he realized that he had huge erection and that he was horribly horny. he searched for something to cover it up, but found only her fragrant string panties and it did not really fit. in addition, he would not have cover by that anything. he brushed his teeth with a foreign toothbrush (he noticed the men's deodorants on the mirror shelf, but he pretend he did not see it) and washed his face with hellish ice water and then again - it was just as pleasant as the hot shower, he will take later ... by his hand he adjusted his hairdo a little because roger could not look at himself in the mirror. he did not manage it for a long time. only then decided to go to vally. she was amused to look at him, and he was still covering himself with the same mighty erection. it seemed even bigger than when he went to the bathroom. vally uncovered the duvet and spread her legs. there was no need to say anything. the scenario was clearly given. roger lay down on her and without any need of using his hands, he put the bird right in the cube. she was beautifully moist and warm. despite the fact that they were bursting all night, he had never came (unlike vylly). but it did not last for a minute and it was already on it. he felt he was going to do it, and he wanted to pull it off but vally pushed him firmly against his thighs and did not let him go away. he smoothed it straight into her, and had a whisper in front of her eyes. for a long time, he fell somewhere. all of the energy gathered was suddenly outside, better to say in vally ... both of them lay for a moment without movement, and roger rose again without hesitation again and went directly to the shower. both hands were leaning against the wall, and hot water flowing down his back. the mirror was foggy. he didn´t have to look for the shampoo. one of them vally brought him and gave with the words that it was left behind by her husband ...

utdoors were snowing .... roger made a snowball out of the snow and headed for the chimney at the opposite house across the road. hit him ... says he is really good ... then he put his hands in his pockets and walked down the street ... his phone was beeping - lindsey wrote ... asgeir - king and cross

 

 

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talk is cheap

 

sal looked fantastic ... duffy sighed inward (she noticed, of course), and pulled out of his worn leather bag that once stood absolutely unreal money, and he reminded a bit of his own, divorce papers. she lost weight and was unusually heavily maked up. the ring replaced another ring and the smell of luxury perfume was even more luxurious. they did not speak at all. duffy silently stared at the edge of the table, and the click of his pen was heard even on the most romantic beach in zanzibar, where the sun comes down and the lovers of all ages and categories walked hand in hand and told how they would love and honor each other for the rest of their lives. ..

they probably did not realize at that moment (perhaps only duffy) or they displaced it, but twenty years of their common life has gone by one signature (duffy seemed sal to be looking like just some employees signed a testimony and trust me, she has signed a lot of them) ...

the whole event took place in the house of sal´s parents. neither of them had to sign it in their luxurious villa where they were once ... happy ...

when they finished it and came out of the house, they met their neighbor and chatted with him for a moment. for a while, it seemed to them both, as if the five minutes that had just passed did not happen and they both joked and gave away smiles. a neighbor who did not know anything, after a moment say good-bye, and everything was cowering. even outdoors it stopped dangling. outside was the darkness ... for a moment they were embarrassed, and sal then asked duffy if he would not hit her into the home a short walk away. home ... repeated himself duffy and wondered until he stopped. he had not had a home for a long time, and he did not even know if there was any point in having any. the radio plays mile me deaf - light ltd. when he stopped in front of their "house", he tryied to overdo to get something from himself, but he did managed it, he did not ... sal grabbed him with a hand he had so often used to stroke and kept her asleep together ... as soft as he remembered her ... she squeezed it lightly, her gaze fixed somewhere out through the windscreen of a car, but there was nothing to see: "it's not easy ..." she said. then she stepped out and left forever ... she did not turn ... she closed the front door in her luxurious villa where she'd been waiting for her the same duffy, just twenty years different ...

the engine was started and a long way ahead of the duffy ...

the bag was forgotten in the sal´s parents, no longer needs it...

 

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