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[Eustace]

Well written, well done. I read the introduction about shops and boutiques diagonally, to be honest. And the main part - uhhhh! Ognetsky Fire.

You are Fire, and this is fantasy!

[Bully Carrie]

on high heels with an offer to try them on.

try them on, then write....Lapul

I have a proposal. To all. And let’s
if you want to correct mistakes, write in a personal message? It will be nicer and more civilized.

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Well written, well done. I read the introduction about shops and boutiques diagonally, to be honest. And the main part - uhhhh! Ognetsky Fire.

You are Fire, and this is fantasy!

So what?)))) Fantasy can’t be fire?!

[Eustace]

I have a proposal. To all. And let’s
if you want to correct mistakes, write in a personal message? It will be nicer and more civilized.

So what?)))) Fantasy can’t be fire?!

don’t talk with your teeth, give me two photos that you have clamped!!!!

[Bully Carrie]

Don’t talk your teeth, give me two Photos that I clamped!!!!

oopsies) Why are we suddenly handing out instructions here to whom what to do on Sunday morning, m?

[Christmas_Christmas]

Beautiful story.

Thank you very much for your feedback

[Eustace]

oppanki) Why are we suddenly handing out instructions here to whom what to do on a Sunday morning, huh?

it’s your morning!! ! and this is not an instruction, but a requirement!!!

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, Проснулась!!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Well written, well done. I read the introduction about shops and boutiques diagonally, to be honest. And the main part - uhhhh! Ognetsky fire.

thanks for the review.... about the boutiques and the weather, I completely agree... I won’t describe such details anymore... just , damn.... this is like part of my school memories))) part of my childhood...
I still really like to “look” at the rain from the car))))....

[Canis91]

Do you want some photos? I have them...
Don’t thank me. Everything for the community.

https://i.postimg.cc/T1fXTkj2/18340406.gif

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[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, Проснулась!!!!

ага))))

[Eustace]

Do you want some photos? I have them...
Don’t thank me. Everything for the community.

https://i.postimg.cc/T1fXTkj2/18340406.gif

https://i.postimg.cc/50wVdcCk/506-1000.gif

https://i.postimg.cc/rsj2sSg1/Nicole-Aniston-0011.gif

Бухаешь, что ли!!!???

[Eustace]

Canis91, Or did you fantasize the Stall?????

[Canis91]

Are you drinking or what!!!???
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How did you guess? I’m drinking in a drugged Stall.

[Bully Carrie]

about boutiques and the weather, I completely agree... I won’t describe such details anymore

No, write what you want. You write for yourself, not just for us. We write everything because we cannot help but write: only then does it turn out interesting. Like yours, for example.
As my grandmother said, if you don’t have to write, don’t write. But if you can’t help but write, then definitely write.

[Eustace]

As my grandmother used to say, if you don’t have to write, don’t write. But if you can NOT help but write, then definitely write.

https://i.postimg.cc/W139K6m6/2024-01-24-233110.jpg

[Canis91]

Eustace, But what’s the point of Enta now? How can I unsee this? Ali, dear Don, says that these stories are written by an elderly lady?
I am sad...
I like the author’s picture better...

[Bully Carrie]

Eustace, But what about the ent right now? How to breed this? Ali, dear Don, says that these stories are written by an elderly lady?
I am sad...
I like the author’s picture better...

This is the simplest reaction to the “grandmother” trigger.

[Canis91]

Hooligan Carrie, the enta is clear.... See how it is now?...

[Christmas_Christmas]

I’m sad...
I like the author’s avatar more...

Unsee how it is now?...

damn... you don’t worry like that... as my dad says “Don’t put bad things in your head, but put heavy things in your hands”...
and I don’t seem to impose myself on anyone, and I don’t interfere with anyone ... especially with an avatar...

And I, sometimes "disappear" from here.... not on purpose.. it just happens that way (((( not alone you live on the forum... family... husband.... damn work still...
Okay, you calm down there and "exhale".... everything will be ok...

I’ll see you in the spring, if I don’t die))))so bye everyone, write letters....

[Eustace]

See you in the spring, if I don’t die))))so bye everyone, write letters....

[Denach]

Natali_Natali, are you leaving? What will we do without your stories?((

[Jolly Roger]

Natali_Natali,
I read all nine of yours stories in one breath. It was written, of course, in a childish way, and in places even naive, but it really resonated with me. Very interesting. I received a lot of impressions. And I remembered my childhood, and in general Thank you
:spasibo :

[Sex coot]

Starting my Story, I want to ask you, my dear readers, just two questions: “How do you feel about rain?” and “Do you like shopping?”
What is the connection between these questions? At first glance there is no connection. But... For example, I don’t really like rain. Not even that. I like to look at the rain from the window of my room, and even then, not for very long. A little more, I like the rain when I watch it from inside the car. Drops knock on the roof, “hit” the windshield... There is some kind of “special music” in this. I also like to look at people who “stand” in the rain, at public transport stops, for example... Or “run” in the rain, trying to shorten the path to the final point of their “route” as much as possible, or simply rush to find shelter if the rain caught them suddenly, and they still don’t have an umbrella...

It’s probably from inside the car that I most like to look at the rain. Look, not at the “wet” people around you, rejoicing and whispering to yourself a short “Serves you right.”.. No. At such moments, I imagine how I would run in the rain like this, I am glad that I am now sitting in a safe shelter, in a car, and “the music of the rain at such moments sounds special to me.
But I love going to shops. It doesn’t matter whether it’s to grocery stores or some “boutiques”. The main thing is that as soon as I enter a store, I immediately turn from the category of “onlooker-passer-by” into a potential buyer. And if in the “boutique” where chance threw me, the seller turns out to be “smart”, then he or she will never “let me go” without buying...

Only during my school years, a little it wasn’t like that. And even if I went into a store, I didn’t “move” anywhere from the “observer” category... Well, where could a 15-16 year old brat get money for expensive purchases? And although I had no money, I loved shopping, and even very much.
There were no real boutiques in my city, although in the “center” itself, especially on the main street, all the shops without exception were very presentable . I really liked them, and I tried to go into them at the first opportunity... It doesn’t matter whether I ended up in the “center” myself, or with friends, but visiting the “boutiques” there was a “mandatory” part of my walk.
I’m sure that in the cities where you live there are real branded stores and boutiques, so I won’t tell you for a long time. I will only say that when visiting such stores, I found myself in a “parallel universe,” as soon as I walked inside. The “magic” of such boutiques was especially intensified in the rain. Just a second ago I was in the pouring rain, and suddenly I find myself “in a fairy tale”, having barely crossed the threshold.

Firstly, it immediately became “dry”, but that was not the most important thing. A special, “delicious” smell, very pleasant, and most importantly quiet music, which was not even clear from where it sounded, but seemed to just “hang” in the air, pleasant lighting, and it could even be “multi-colored” if I went to “boutiques” "on holidays. But the main thing is the product itself. There was so much of it that it was simply dizzying. I liked everything. I especially loved the denim “boutiques”, of which there were three on the main street alone, and they sold items from very famous brands. Damn, it literally had EVERYTHING. Jeans and denim skirts, shorts, jackets and jackets…. Without hiding my admiration, I “flipped through” the goods that hung “in the rows” or looked at the things lying on the “windows”.
And in these “boutiques” there were people, buyers. Not “spectators”, which I myself was, but precisely those who came into the store to buy something for themselves, and I also liked to watch them while they chose or tried on things...

And of course there were sellers there, as they say, where would we be without them. And they were the only “thing” that I didn’t like there. And if the young guys were still so-so, or rather their attitude, then the sales girls, it was something... Young, why as one, all very beautiful, smelling nice, in a very “cool outfit”, with an expensive manicure on their hands , always in “war paint”... as my husband would joke, “the girls are like for sale”....
So, these “girls” did not even hide their contempt when my friends and I entered such “boutiques”. No, they didn’t kick us out or say any rude or hurtful things to us. They simply “showed” us our “place” with their whole appearance. In just their glance one could read something like: “Aren’t you at the wrong door, youngsters?” “Do you even know how much such things cost?” “Do you even have any money, why did you come here?”, and so on. They always “let their feathers down,” as if demonstrating to us their superiority.

In general, they behaved as if they were the “owners” of these boutiques and for some reason I always felt embarrassed in front of their contemptuous glances. Damn, now I know what the real owner of such a store does with such saleswomen, and even the salespeople in his store. But then, at the age of 15-16, what could I know.

Naturally I was lost and, after some time, I really wanted to get out of there, which is what I basically did, then I ran into another store, and all of the above was repeated again.
Unless, when I was with my friends, the situation was a little different. The contempt for beautiful saleswomen did not go away, but there were already “many” of my friends and I, and my feeling of inferiority was no longer so acute. And Irka, in general, could switch to her Kazakh, and she did it so “cleverly” and so sincerely showed her irritation at the stupidity of the saleswomen who do not understand her. As I already said, Irka never “complexed” that she would not be understood. “You need to understand” was probably one of her mottos in life.

I especially liked looking at the reaction of such saleswomen when Irka, looking into their eyes, said something through her lip “spoke” in her native language. The saleswomen immediately became embarrassed and simply did not understand how to behave in response. Go figure out what beautiful girl a teenager with slanted eyes, either asking for his jeans size or calling him names in his own language, also using three letters...

Damn, I got carried away again... . And I wanted to tell you this. That day the rain caught me at the market, where I went shopping on instructions from my mother. The market was not very far from our yard, only two stops by trolleybus, sometimes you could even walk there, so I “ran” there for shopping very often.

That day I was already I managed to buy it. A little bit, but everything. Mom was going to make a cake, so they sent me to the market for condensed milk, chocolate, and most importantly, for “dried” prunes and nuts...

So, the rain covered me already when I left with market and in order not to get wet, and there were probably 100 meters to the stop, I ran into a shop, which turned out to be a shoe store, to take cover.
You know, small shops that are growing like mushrooms both inside and around the market itself. They even all look the same. A “boring” “pavilion-tent” made of plastic and plexiglass, and everything can be sold there, from cheap “knitwear” to the same cheap outerwear, for example. I’m not saying that they sold obviously bad, or rather low-quality, things there. They sold various goods. You could choose the same jeans for yourself, very good quality and not as expensive as in the “boutiques” in the city center.

But the store I ran into was different. It was “made”, or rather opened, in a very old one-story “private” house. Old not in terms of “dilapidation”, but in terms of architecture. And once inside, I also found myself in a kind of “fairy tale”. No, “Puss in Boots” or “Shrek” didn’t meet me there. I just “walked” into this store for the first time and was immediately surprised by its size. Inside, it turned out to be much larger than it looked from the outside. And the point is not even that “they knew how to build before.” Simply, changing the layout, the “owners” removed several walls inside, and from two separate rooms, they made a common “pavilion” and it was really spacious. More light, or rather lighting. There were no chandeliers hanging there, like in private houses; you couldn’t even see the light bulbs. In the ceiling itself, there were, as it were, built-in “portholes” from which the lighting “flowed”. You know, not bright, so as not to blind, but not dim, so that you don’t have to look closely at the product...

There was a lot of the product itself, or rather shoes. I was lucky, it was a “women’s” store and what not there was. And sandals, and shoes, both with and without heels, boots... In short, it was EVERYTHING. Usually stores hide shoes that are out of season, but this one even had boots in the windows, despite the fact that it was summer.
But most importantly, the seller, a young guy, twenty-five to twenty-seven years old, I immediately liked him very much. Firstly, in appearance, he is a handsome, athletic-looking young man. And secondly, he was different, not like those saleswomen in the “center”.

No contempt in his gaze. It seemed to me that the guy was actually happy with me, such was his sincere reaction to my appearance. Very polite and pleasant voice. Smile. Not a grin, like the saleswomen of “boutiques”, but a smile, kind and somehow “homely” or something.
The guy immediately began addressing me as “YOU”, and although he understood that I was at most old 16, didn’t “poke” like some. Moreover, he did not say “you” to me in a joking manner, well, like with irony, he actually addressed me as “you,” seeing me as a potential customer. Moreover, he understood perfectly well that I most likely would not be able to buy anything from him. Although the prices were not as high as in boutiques, they were quite “expensive,” and, of course, I simply didn’t have that kind of money with me.

By the way, I immediately told the guy about this, at his suggestion “Pick up something new.” In my teenage naivety, I even honestly admitted that I ran into his store just to wait out the rain, or at least to hide from it for a while....
When I told him all this, then damn right away I regretted it, deciding that he, having lost interest in me, would simply put me out on the street, but the guy did not do this. On the contrary, with the same politeness, he replied that “One does not interfere with the other,” and that “You You can try something on now, ask the price, and then come and buy what you like.”
Damn... Why not. Rain on the street. I didn’t want to go out under it, not even one bit. Why not combine business with pleasure. Well, shouldn’t I stand like a complete fool in a shoe store, and what, look out the window?

So, casting aside all doubts, I started trying on shoes. First, the “simplest” one. Not a cheap one, but a simple, “teenage” one, like sandals “slippers” that didn’t even have a fastener to fasten on the ankle.

The guy watched me with interest, and then he himself suggested Should I choose something “adult”? He just said to me, “Pay attention to something grown-up, you’re not a child anymore.”...
Damn, I was pleased. And when, through the “pair of shoes” that I tried on, the guy offered to “look after me,” I naturally agreed...

At first, I didn’t even realize that he was “touching” me. I sat on the “ottoman”, and he himself brought me another pair, and I got up only to look in the mirror how the shoes looked on me. Moreover, when bringing me another pair, he always knelt down in front of me, did not squat down next to me or squat down, but rather knelt down and put sandals or shoes on my feet himself. And of course, at the same time, he touched me. With each new pair, I felt the touch of his fingers on me. Well, what else should I have felt? It’s not with his feet that he should put my shoes on... It’s uncomfortable with your feet, you know...

Only after 15 minutes of trying on, I realized that something else was happening now. Already on the 6th pair of shoes and sandals, it “came to me” that the guy was deliberately bringing me shoes a size, if not two, smaller, and only so that during fitting, he would have a legal excuse for the fact that he touches my feet, kneads them, touches my toes and bare ankles. That day I was wearing denim shorts, so my legs were bare to their full length and this further enhanced the “impression”...
With the words, “Don’t worry, the shoes are just new, now I’ll stretch them and it will become more comfortable for you,” he immediately went into action, only stretching not the shoes, but my legs.
When I realized that he was “groping” me, I didn’t even run away, I didn’t even protest. And I didn’t run away not only because I enjoyed the “foot massage” very much, I was actually “interested” in what he would do next...

Seeing, that I was not “protesting”, the guy moved from “massage” to stroking my legs. At first only the feet, and then he began to stroke and “feel” my calves. Moreover, everything worked out so “innocently” for him that if at that moment someone had walked inside, they would not have found anything “obscene” in the guy’s actions.
I was sitting on an ottoman, wearing another pair of shoes, and the seller, with one hand, “adjusted the tilt of the mirror so that I could see the reflection better, with his other hand, as if “accidentally,” carefully and tenderly stroked my foot protruding from the shoes, and then, also by accident, “rose” higher, stroking my calves, right down to my knees.

I accepted his “courtship” for as long as I could, but so as not to lose “decency”, and then I finally got to my feet and walked back forward through the store, catching my reflection in the mirrors that were installed along the walls, between the display cases.
All the shoes that I tried on were with fairly high heels, so I looked very impressive in them and for some reason they were a pair years older. Moreover, the guy always told me compliments, or just nice things, so soon we were almost friends, we even started joking.
He even began to advise me what kind of gait I should walk, or what pose to take so that this or that pair of shoes would look more impressive on me. No, I didn’t stand on my paws in front of him, but I raised my legs, alternately bending them at the knees, and a couple of times, in front of the mirror, I leaned my tits forward to stick out my butt as much as possible..
Soon, the guy stopped pretending that touches me by chance. When trying on the next pair of shoes, he openly touched and stroked my legs, although still only up to the knees, and then, in general, began to kiss them, as if rewarding my legs with a kiss, after the next pair of shoes was on me.
I don’t know how long we would have “played” like this, but soon he brought me high-heeled shoes with an offer to try them on.
I, in my naivety, clarified - “Where can you go wearing these?” and that - “I can’t stand on such heels”... But the guy reassured me, saying that “I won’t fall, that he will help me.”
And it’s true, as soon as he put these shoes on me and I stood up legs, the guy took me by the arm and began to carefully “lead” me around the store so that I wouldn’t trip, since the heel was so high that it seemed to me that I was walking only on the tips of my toes.

One “circle” around the store, then a second, and the guy didn’t just hold my arm, he stroked and kneaded my fingers, stroked and “massaged” my hand along the entire length, up to the short sleeve of my blouse.
We probably “stopped” only after the 6th “lap”.
- “Did you like it?”, he asked me, without specifying what exactly - the shoes, or herself “ walk". I nodded silently and he immediately added, “For such shoes, the “look” must be appropriate.”
I honestly didn’t understand what “look” he was talking about now, so I simply asked, “Which one?” "
- "And without clothes! You need to walk in such shoes without outer clothing, or better yet, completely naked.” - “Will you try?”, he immediately asked, again without specifying what exactly I should try, take off my shorts and blouse, and end up in just a swimsuit, or even completely undress in front of him and stand naked.
I was silent. , but didn’t leave him a single step. Then the guy touched my shorts with his hands, and then began to carefully unfasten the button on them.
- “So, will you try it?”, he asked again. I continued to be silent, but since I didn’t try to stop him, he began to pull my shorts down, and having taken them off completely, he simply threw them on the ottoman on which I had just been sitting.
He immediately knelt down in front of me with his head buried in his head. face between my legs. For some time he simply breathed on me, not forgetting to stroke my bare legs the full length, and to paw my ass.

After some time, he finally pulled away from me, and without getting up from his knees, looking up into my eyes, he briefly ordered: “Take off your blouse!” I immediately complied with his request, and he again buried his face between my legs...

But he did not immediately take off my swimsuit. In this form, in only my underwear and high-heeled shoes, I still made a few circles around the store.
He couldn’t restrain himself later when he took those shoes off of me and put them on my feet in return boots with the same high heels, and he himself dressed my legs in those boots, fastening the snake on the top...
I took off the swimsuit myself, and without orders. She got to her feet and walked around the store. And only on the 2nd lap, when I, turning my back, began to walk in the opposite direction, towards the mirrors, the guy “caught up” with me and completely stopped restraining himself.
Kisses... A lot and literally everywhere. Both tender and very demanding, especially the breasts and nipples, as well as my lips. The guy literally pressed his lips into my mouth, greedily, kissed and licked my breasts, sucking and biting my nipples.

At that moment, I was sitting on the ottoman in front of him, and he briefly ordered - “ Spread your legs!” I spread my bare legs to the sides and he immediately buried himself between my legs. Only now he didn’t “breathe” me, he started kissing me there greedily. I just felt his lips and tongue with my lips, how he kisses me there, how he licks me, how, literally, he takes my “lower” lips into his mouth, kisses, licks and sucks them, as he just did with my “upper” ones. » lips.

I had been “flowing” for a long time and now there was such a sharp “smell” of me in the whole pavilion, I was so completely reeking of sex that not only he, but I myself lost head...
Completely surrendering to his will and not even trying to “protest”, I readily accepted his new caresses. I didn’t even notice when he managed to strip naked, “realizing” that he was naked only when he lay on top of me. First on my chest and stomach, and then, turning him over, he lay on my back…. Kissing and “biting” me again…. My back, my legs, the whole length, my butt…. And then I felt his tongue. Just not on the butt, but inside it. Just a second ago he was kissing my ass with his lips, and now I feel his tongue inside me...

I don’t know how many times I came from his tongue. Several times this is true. And most likely it was one very long orgasm, because I felt so good, and the sensations were so new and unexpected that I was in a state of orgasm constantly.

Having received my portion of caresses, I I wanted to do something for him too. No, I didn’t stick my tongue into his ass, didn’t lick it, and didn’t even kiss him there. I just knelt down in front of him and began to greedily kiss his penis and massage his scrotum with my hands. I won’t describe my feelings when I gave him a blowjob. Because for me this was not the first, not the second or even the 20th time, “thanks” to my Artem for this. I didn’t “discover” anything new for myself, but it was very pleasant for me to kiss and suck his penis, and I can’t even speak for the guy himself. The whole time I was giving him a blowjob, he was moaning, gasping for air. And when he finished, he almost began to “growl” at me with pleasure.

I swallowed every last drop. Although this was not my Artem, I had already broken up with him by that moment, but I did everything honestly and didn’t “cheat”, and after sucking it off, I swallowed everything to the last drop...
I didn’t have any strength left, so I just lay down on my back, right on the “bare” floor. For some time the guy silently looked at my naked body, and then sat down next to me on the ottoman and lit a cigarette.
- “Will you?”, He offered me a cigarette, but I refused. I didn’t smoke then. And he, taking deep puffs and examining me, began to move his bare foot over my body... Over my legs, especially my thighs and between them, over my stomach and chest, over my nipples. With the toes of his bare foot, he ran over my face, over my cheeks and over my lips. And although I had no strength left, I still wanted to please him.
- “Do you want me to kiss your foot?” I whispered quietly with just my lips, because with the toes of my bare foot, he continue to move around my mouth.

It probably didn’t immediately dawn on him what I was talking about, but he didn’t have time to ask again, because I myself started kissing his toes. I did it differently from my friends. She didn’t kiss his hickey, didn’t lick his foot and fingers with her tongue, but simply touched the pads with her lips several times...
Watching my actions, he took a few puffs, and then suddenly asked
- “ You finished?! …. How?”.
- “I helped myself with my hand”... I was very embarrassed, and then asked him
- “Will you still have me?” (don’t laugh, but I always asked this question to my friends after the first orgasm).
Damn, he immediately smiled, asking me in response
- “And if I do, then what?”
I didn’t answer, but simply continued to lie naked at his feet. And then he, too, took me in his arms and carried me “into the depths” of the store...

I won’t tell you now that literally behind the wall, there was a “whole” living room, very cozy, and most importantly clean... And most importantly, I won’t tell you how “everything” happened. Let me just say that there was practically no blood and I didn’t feel much pain either...
There was also a restroom in the store itself. Therefore, I was able to go to the toilet and wash myself, even take a shower, in short, I put myself in complete order....

Already when I was leaving the store, the guy stopped me. - "Where are you going? And the gift?! Choose what you want!... Damn... I wanted to answer him that I sucked him off, that I allowed him to become my first man, not because of some kind of “reward”. But she didn’t say any of this. And why? What did it matter...

I’ll just say that I chose the wrong stilettos and the wrong high-heeled boots. I chose very “stylish” boots, the kind you know to go with jeans that tourists wear in foreign films... Dark brown, with laces... I liked them the most...
I could put an end to this here, but I’ll say one more thing that nothing ended there. I still needed to somehow “legalize” these boots in front of my mother. All the way home I tried to figure out what I would say to her, because I didn’t have my own money for such an expensive purchase then and couldn’t have...

And I also admit that I knew this young guy. Clearly. The fact is that he came to my school a couple of times a week and picked up some first-grader. And it turned out that I “stared” at him at school, and “fantasized” about him when I found myself at home, alone with myself)))).

Now that’s all…. Again, I apologize that it turned out to be so much(((((

There are not enough photos for visualization.....and such an interesting story....

[The exaggeration]

As always, very well described. Readable in one go. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It was as if this was all happening to me. Thank you so much.)

[Sex coot]

Wonderful exciting story....

[RANGE_]

Natali_Natali,
Somehow , being a 20-year-old guy, got a job in a shoe store... in the "center" of his city. Not a boutique, but the shoes are high quality.
The shoes there were mostly women’s.
It was a civil space.

There was no total video surveillance then. But I noticed a camera in the common room.

The owner of that store, as it turned out, studied at the same school as me, only 5 years earlier.
In short, a bunch of mutual friends.
But the sellers in her store were all girls.
The guys merged quickly: for salary and other issues - to wash the floors, for example, after a working day.

And the owner of the store asked me: "Wouldn’t it be difficult for you to help should girls/women put on and take off their shoes?"

What upset me then was not the salary and communication with women, but the fact that after a working day I would have to fly on the "spire" for free) )
Maybe I made a mistake))
But I don’t regret it.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali ,
I read all nine of your stories in one sitting. It was written, of course, in a childish way, and in places even naive, but it really resonated with me. Very interesting. I received a lot of impressions. And I remembered my childhood, and in general Thank you
:spasibo :

Thank you so much for your feedback

[Christmas_Christmas]

As always, described very well. Readable in one go. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It was as if this was all happening to me. Thank you very much.)

thanks for your feedback)))...

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A wonderful exciting story....

thanks for your feedback...

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And the owner of the store asked me: "Wouldn’t it be difficult for you to help girls/women put on and take off their shoes?"

tell me so)))... I’m more than sure that you “met” very exciting women’s legs in the store....

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn .. again I apologize that my answers turned out to be a "bunch" in one message (((

[Eustace]

I apologize again

Girls don’t apologize!!!!

[Christmas_Christmas]

I apologize again

Girls don’t apologize!!!!

Well, you know better, I won’t argue.... But I “asked for forgiveness” because it turned out that I answered “separately” to one person... and to others it turned out “in a bunch”.. .. it all worked out “technically”, I didn’t do it on purpose....

[RANGE_]

tell us so)))... I’m more than sure that you “met” very exciting women’s legs in the store....

nApparently, they didn’t read it carefully;)
I didn’t go to work in that store.
I was tormented then by vague doubts + youthful, 20-year-old, maximalism))

But before and after, where I worked, the teams were female. Of the men - me or the boss. Otherwise, I’m alone)). I received so much female attention)))

[Ahah]

Starting my Story, I want to ask you, my dear readers, just two questions: “How do you feel about rain?” and “Do you like shopping?”

This is a story, YOU, madam, had a super adventure...
I even got excited , presenting a naked young lady in high heels, in a store.
A princess - who was warmed up after the rain and later turned into a woman - a queen!

[Christmas_Christmas]

Starting my Story, I want to ask you, my dear readers, just two questions: “How do you feel about rain?” and “Do you like shopping?”

This is a story, YOU, madam, had a super adventure...
I even got excited , presenting a naked young lady in high heels, in a store.
A princess - who was warmed up after the rain and later turned into a woman - a queen!

thanks for your feedback)))....

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, You want to smoke, bring a lighter.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, You want to smoke, grab a lighter .

about the lighter will be in another story... I’ve already basically finished everything I was going to tell. . about school)))
but I’m not sure whether I’ll tell you further

[Eustace]

only I’m not sure if I’ll tell you further

from what.........? Are you not sure?

Sent after 59 seconds:
nNatali_Natali, here’s a Peach for you! To be sure!
https://i.postimg.cc/qRxTkB2R/Screenshot-20240211-010013-Browser.jpg

Отправлено спустя 4 минуты 29 секунд:
Тапкин, Тапочкин, ты историю вчерашнюю дочитал, а то Автора ели успокоили! Хотела губы надуть.

[Christmas_Christmas]

from what.........? Are you not sure?

and from the fact that I haven’t lived in my city for almost 10 years and I haven’t seen or seen the people I talk about in stories I talked to them a long time ago...
everything that happened at the university was, in principle, relatively recent. I intersect with many people even now, and with the woman with whom I had a relationship.... I like the kind, I’m generally friends... now without sex and all that... just friendship. I’m married, she is too now... Do you think it will be convenient for me to describe what I had with her, and most importantly how exactly... especially since I “met her” only 6 years ago. ...

[Tapkin]

Natali_Natali, Smoking hunting, bring a lighter.

about the lighter will be in another story... I’ve already basically finished everything I was going to tell. . about school)))
but I’m not sure whether I’ll tell you further

but...you’re in charge tame!)))

[Tapkin]

but I’m not sure if I’ll tell you further

from what.........? Are you not sure?

Sent after 59 seconds:
nNatali_Natali, here’s a Peach for you! To be sure!
https://i.postimg.cc/qRxTkB2R/Screenshot-20240211-010013-Browser.jpg

Отправлено спустя 4 минуты 29 секунд:
Тапкин, Тапочкин, ты историю вчерашнюю дочитал, а то Автора ели успокоили! Хотела губы надуть.

смею заметить ..два раза , до обеда ..и перед ужином!)))


Отправлено спустя 2 минуты 55 секунд:

это с какого .........? Ты не уверена?

а с такого, что я уже почти 10 лет как не живу в своем городе и людей про которых рассказываю в историях и не видела и не разговаривала с ними давно...
все что было в университете, было в принципе относительно недавно. со многими я пересекаюсь и сейчас, а с женщиной скоторой у меня были отношения.... такие как мне нравятся, я вообще дружу... сейчас уже без секса и всего этого... просто дружба. я замужем, она сейчас тоже.... как ты думаешь, мне удобно будет описывать что у меня с ней было, а главное как именно... тем более что "встречалась я с ней "всего" 6 лет назад....

..дак мы вовсе не против , справимся вполне и без ФИО !)))

[Eustace]

Everything is convenient for Creative personalities, so don’t worry. is another matter. That our forum reader may not understand you! If you suddenly quit. And our reader! When he’s angry! This is a terrible picture. Can you imagine? It’s as if they didn’t let him jerk off!

[Canis91]

Kovo was tamed... by Kleine Koenig. One Frenchman told the story.

https://i.postimg.cc/1RJ31MmQ/file4099.jpg

[Canis91]

https://i.postimg.cc/cJScGdh6/scale-1200.jpg

https://i.postimg.cc/vTNvJ92d/steaming-mad-6460-126.jpg

[Christmas_Christmas]

we don’t mind at all, we can handle it quite well even without full name!)))

damn. . and I wanted to write with last names and first names)))) joke....

Everything is convenient for Creative individuals, so don’t worry.

and I’m not worried.... especially since I have the next parts of the History ready... I wrote it, but it turned out to be too big... they themselves advised me to divide it into parts .. I did so

[Sex coot]

I’ll wait for the continuation....

[Eustace]

they themselves advised to divide it into parts.. I did so

I did not advise anything. Who advised this is his problem? Vaughn Tapochkin got out of the situation. He reads one story for 3 days and everything is fine. doesn’t advise anything

[Canis91]

wanted to write with last names and first names)))) joke

, as well as addresses, passwords, appearances.
Bern. Flower street. Three irons on the window.

[Eustace]

damn.. but I wanted to write with surnames and first names)

It’s better to attach illustrations.

[Christmas_Christmas]

I will wait for the continuation...
the continuation is already there.. 10th story.. only I forgot to indicate in the title of the Topic that this is History_10(((

I didn’t advise anything. Who advised this is his problem? Vaughn Tapochkin has been reading one story for 3 days and everything is fine :- D

nothing... if I meet the respected Tapkin, someday.. then give him a blow job for 3 days, as he reads the story... in the sense that I’ll start.. .. well, when I finish, how will it turn out....
just a joke...

[Canis91]

Slide! Slide! Slide!