I went to the sea with my man. It was a kick-ass

[KsuVIKA]

I was courted by a man who is 45 years old (I’m 24). As a result, he persuaded me to go to the sea with him. He literally swore that he wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t want to, but on the very first night he actually forced me to have sex. I went nuts. He is a healthy man, weighs about a hundred, and I am short, thin, but with a big butt. And so he constantly wanted me from behind. And so every day three times a day: in the morning when we woke up, in the afternoon and at night. I screamed in pain and begged, but he always didn’t give a fuck and did everything harshly. I have never felt so humiliated. He was going crazy with lust.

When we returned, a week passed and it started again: hello, let’s meet, etc. Completely fucked up

[The wound]

lubricate next time, since there is no head...

[Xenophon]

KsuVIKA,
Very simple question answer on which everything will be put in its place. At whose expense did you go to the sea?

[Bully Carrie]

Yes, no one went anywhere. This is such a fantasy, an easy maildom. The topic starter is waiting for us to share our stories on the topic, for easy jerking off.

[Xenophon]

Hooligan Carrie,
Well, if now some of our characters will share their stories, then there won’t be an easy jerk-off. The author will have to jerk off hard through her tears.

[KsuVIKA]

At whose expense did you go to the sea?

At his expense

[padshiy]

24 years old, you should have guessed what you would have to pay

[KsuVIKA]

24 years old, you yourself should have guessed what you will have to pay

He directly promised that he would not put

[᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌]

When we returned, a week had passed

)))) I wonder what he did this week? Why didn’t he call you right away? You didn’t ask him?

[bark]

What an “interesting” story. The author spent her entire vacation 3 times in her big ass, and upon her return she decided to pour out her soul on the forum.

[Andrey Lukashov]

I was courted by a man who was 45 years old (I’m 24). As a result, he persuaded me to go to the sea with him. He literally swore that he wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t want to, but on the very first night he actually forced me to have sex. I went nuts. He is a healthy man, weighs about a hundred, and I am short, thin, but with a big butt. And so he constantly wanted me from behind. And so every day three times a day: in the morning when we woke up, in the afternoon and at night. I screamed in pain and begged, but he always didn’t give a fuck and did everything harshly. I have never felt so humiliated. He was going crazy with lust.

When they returned, a week had passed and it started again: hello, let’s meet, etc. Completely fucked up

Fucked up in what is written.
A normally thinking girl could not help but understand why her man was inviting her to the sea.
Big ass, but no brains:)

[Doctor Watson]

This is from the episode they put me on 1.8 and forced me to suck, there was such a topic -)))

[᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌]

A normally thinking girl could not help but understand why her man was inviting her to the sea.

))) The sea, yes also sex three times a day. This is a dream, not a vacation.
The story seems implausible from beginning to end.

[Doctor Watson]

And then she runs to this forum, where 80% of wankers and pedophiles pour out their souls-)))

[Hair shirt]

where are 80% of wankers and pedophiles

And you are among them...
I haven’t forgotten about this, No?

[Doctor Watson]

I didn’t forget about this, no?

You are a little mistaken about me, it’s even useful to distort a couple of times, but I would castrate those who love children with my own hand. Or a lobotomy. Also lovers of incest with children. There are people here who are interesting to communicate with, but they are in 20% of this forum.

[Vert]

I wonder what he did this week?

Apparently he was regaining his strength after sex 3 times a day)).

[᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌]

Apparently he regained his strength after sex 3 times a day

))) I agree. At 45, such a stormy vacation is a feat. A monument to him should be erected.

[Hair shirt]

but I would castrate those who love children with my own hand. Or a lobotomy. Also lovers of incest with children.

Well, yes. In modern society, this is a generally recognized taboo, and I think it should be so.
There are indeed moments at the borderline age when someone is a year or two away from coming of age. And there may be discrepancies here. I don’t know whether you know it or not, but during the Soviet period, for example in Ukraine and somewhere else, girls became adults a year earlier than in other republics.

I once lived in dorm, worked at a construction site. There were residential buildings next to the dorm. I met some schoolgirl, and I was already after the army. So, just now I remember I was afraid to touch this girl’s hand one more time, let alone anything else.
And all because of the fear of getting caught under a bad charge.
And so in the end with this girl and there was no continuation.

After some time, completely unexpectedly for myself, tired of a previous relationship crossed paths with her friend somewhere in a store. We talked about this and that. It turned out that this friend of hers, despite the fact that she was still in school, was already working as a salesperson in the dairy department of the store. I was very surprised by this fact. And then, for about a month, I went to her store on Preobrazhenka two or three times a week after work, she finished work, changed clothes, and we both drove home to our area. She lived not far from my hostel.

This girl herself was prone to being overweight, but apparently due to her youth, her plumpness was very cute. She had large breasts and was a little plump all over. But not to the point of ugliness. We both felt very at ease with each other. She obviously liked me, and what captivated me about her was that she didn’t grimace, didn’t play hard to get and didn’t try to keep her distance. Although I didn’t touch her at all in any places. Well, sometimes we held hands, but it was more periodic and just mechanically when we had to climb the stairs.

Although sometimes in a crowded bus we were pressed against each other. As a preemptive joke, I demonstratively touched my finger to any harmless part of her body - a shoulder or elbow. She was laughing. I then touched her breasts as a joke - they flared up. But she didn’t push me away. It was obvious that she liked it. I myself didn’t know what to do with all this. I understood that I could fuck her and most likely she really wanted it herself. In general, she was already an adult, studying either in the tenth grade, or in the first year of some apparently trade school.

But I was pissed off, I didn’t quite trust her, understanding what she had my parents and they will definitely put me in jail if anything happens. Although on the other hand I had no goal of fucking her. We both just felt good with each other. She obviously waited and obviously rejoiced at my coming to her work. I was pleased that she liked me. Well, who’s to say I won’t buy it?

Well, I also didn’t know anything about this girl and by default thought that she was virgin. Although some time later I learned from her friends that at that time of communication with me she was no longer virgin and that she already had some sexual experience and not one-time or episodic. That is, someone had already warmed her up as a woman and she quite enjoyed sex and knew firsthand what an orgasm was.

But for some reason this connection with someone stopped and then I showed up. And she apparently wanted more than me. But it’s not like I was slowing down or being stupid. I was just afraid to get hooked. I had the prospect of entering the journalism department ahead of me. And I didn’t need any trouble at all. And God from above, apparently seeing all my doubts and tossing, took over and put everything in order.

One day I once again went to the store for her and we went home. It was a hot summer. She was wearing a light dress. We had a nice conversation about something. We got off the bus and walked in the direction of her house. We reached her entrance. I didn’t want to leave. We sat down on a bench near the entrance. And it was an ordinary five-story Khrushchev building, the entrance from left to right is the one I remember right now.

I told her something. Well, then he said that perhaps she should go home and leaned over and playfully kissed her ear. And unexpectedly for me, she hugged my head with her free hand and pressed it to her ear. And then she started kissing me hotly right on the lips. I’m overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do then!
And she pulled away from my lips and said - touch my nipples. I touched one nipple and it was hard. And she let’s kiss me again.

This went on for some time, and then she and I were interrupted by screams. It turns out her mother saw all this disgrace from the window. She ran out into the street and immediately hit us both in the head! Screams, screams. Whore and other curse words.
If you come at me, I’ll put you in jail and all that. I’m in awe!
And I drove her into the entrance. I hastened to fuck off.

To say that I was scared is to say nothing!
I took leave from work at my own expense for two weeks and went to visit relatives in the region.
After two weeks I carefully returned to the hostel. It seemed like no one was looking for me. There seemed to be no summons addressed to me anywhere. The hostel commandant did not call me for any reason. Everything seems to be quiet. Well done!

The girl’s name was Tanya.
I am still ashamed of her. I felt good and pleased with her. I liked her. I think she does too. I don’t even know how her life turned out later.

[Let’s]

In general, to be honest, the author’s post is not very clear. Because in my previous topic, before going, I myself created a topic with the question of whether to go or not and the quote "there will probably be sex." That is, you foresaw such a scenario in advance. Why say now, I went and they fucked me.. And three times a day too))) and now you say that you didn’t like everything.. But of course you couldn’t stop and leave, probably tied you up in the room?

[Fargal94]

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌, Without false modesty, at 52 at sea - every day, and if she’s still beautiful and young, I don’t even know) What I mean is that you have a biased attitude towards adult men

[᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌]

᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌, Without false modesty, at 52 at sea - every day, and if you’re still beautiful and young, I don’t even know) What I mean is that you have a biased attitude towards adult men

I admire you

[Evgenii7519]

I was courted by a man who was 45 years old (I’m 24). As a result, he persuaded me to go to the sea with him. He literally swore that he wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t want to, but on the very first night he actually forced me to have sex. I went nuts. He is a healthy man, weighs about a hundred, and I am short, thin, but with a big butt. And so he constantly wanted me from behind. And so every day three times a day: in the morning when we woke up, in the afternoon and at night. I screamed in pain and begged, but he always didn’t give a fuck and did everything harshly. I have never felt so humiliated. He was going crazy with lust.

When we returned, a week passed and it started again: hello, let’s meet, etc. Completely fucked up

And you thought it was a freebie???

[-AlexNova-]

So I didn’t understand... what happened?

[᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌]

So I don’t understand... what happened?

))) People write their own fantasies. What is your fantasy?

[Shu_her]

what happened?

had her for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Although what did she expect

[Hair shirt]

In general, to be honest, the author’s post is not very clear. Because in my previous topic, before going, I myself created a topic with the question of whether to go or not and the quote "there will probably be sex"

Oh, here it is that Mikhalych.
It is possible that the girl was expecting a romantic development of events. That the man will systematically conquer her and seduce her. That this seduction will be romantic, exciting and exciting. Perhaps this is how it began and this is how it was planned. But apparently the guy just lost his temper. And perhaps simply because the woman behaved incorrectly.

That is, it is possible that she increased the distance too much. Perhaps she even wanted them to sleep in different beds.
Or, from the man’s point of view, she was not at all romantic towards the man and perhaps she didn’t even hide it and simply treated him like a boss. The man, realizing that there was absolutely no prospect of winning her, simply lost his temper and began to behave rudely and without inhibitions.

Why didn’t she leave right away? If they were abroad, then it’s not so simple, it’s just in an unfamiliar foreign city without knowledge of languages, practically without money. After all, we must not forget that she was probably completely on his support. But you need to buy a ticket at the airport for something. It costs money. Again, what and how to explain to the hotel that you are moving out? Staff might think that you cheated something and get alarmed. He will start asking questions when you walk past the reception with your suitcase. You can’t just leave the hotel with a suitcase.

Well, again, maybe she liked everything else except sex - food, sea, relaxation. And most importantly, you don’t have to pay for anything and you don’t have to think about money at all. Well, yes, it’s likely that you will be fucked in the ass again in the evening.
But apparently the freebie still weighed on these scales.

[rasaroam]

I didn’t forget about this, no?

You are a little mistaken about me, distorting it a couple of times is even useful , but I would castrate those who love children with my own hand. Or a lobotomy. Also lovers of incest with children. There are people here who are interesting to communicate with, but they make up 20% of this forum.

You can fantasize about anything: even about children, even about dogs , at least about centaurs.

[The wound]

So I don’t understand... what happened?

The vehicle now has fast bowel movements...

[-AlexNova-]

at least about centaurs.

But about centaurs, this is some kind of perversion

[᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌]

As for centaurs, this is some kind of perversion

))) Oh, I’m a little sorry that centaurs aren’t found in our forests. I would love to ride on it)))

[Hair shirt]

And, I’m a little sorry that centaurs are not found in our forests. I would love to ride it)))

According to the logic of things, centaurs should also be female. But I’ve never seen such images where a centaur would have boobs. Everything should be logical under this sky. Centaurs, after all, will also be born from someone, assuming that they were once somewhere. And it turns out that centaurs-men should fuck centaurs-women and then centaurs-children should be born.

But by the way, isn’t this you by chance?
:-)


https://i.postimg.cc/gkkb9d8Y/Wholesome-6e4166-6475119.jpg

[-AlexNova-]

But I’ve never seen such images where a centaur would be with boobs

https://i.postimg.cc/zB7bB8BJ/de80xli-507799fe-d914-4fd9-9810-4cf6b2d87e6e.jpg

[Hair shirt]

And where are the boobs?
)))))

[-AlexNova-]

И где сиськи?
)))))

https://i.postimg.cc/MpXrWp9Y/eve-and-jane-by-hemi-426-dezttfi-fullview.jpg

https://i.postimg.cc/nLDRDwbj/sweet-girls-2-2-by-moondroch-dfzkils-fullview.jpg

[Hair shirt]

Yes, it’s true.
By the way, I googled here and still couldn’t find any pictures of heterosexual centaurs fucking. Maybe they didn’t do this for some reason?

[-AlexNova-]

By the way, I googled here and still couldn’t find pictures of centaurs of different sexes fucking

https://i.postimg.cc/rmF9J8KH/centaurs-having-1697.jpg

[Hair shirt]

It looks like some kind of inept kindergarten drawing. Although I think if it’s true drawn by a child in kindergarten, I think a lot of aunts and uncles would spend a long time wondering what to do next with all this.

[Alex020362]

The author spent her entire vacation 3 times (a day) in her big ass, and upon her return she decided to pour out her soul on the forum.

"You are evil. ...I’ll leave you..."

Sent after 20 minutes 31 seconds:

Everything seems to be quiet. Wow!

It’s immediately clear that he’s a man I was preparing to enter the journalism department. Ok, by the way, did you get accepted to the journalism department? Only your epilogue turned out to be somewhat crumpled. If I were on the admissions committee of the journalism department, with such an epilogue I would fail you... Without malicious intent. So what is the CONCLUSION from everything you have said? I would like to hear your own opinion.

[Fargal94]

And where are the boobs?
)))))

Read books, sometimes it’s useful !) According to mythology, centaurs were only male! And they reproduced with ordinary women.

[Tamerlane]

I was courted by a man who was 45 years old (I’m 24). As a result, he persuaded me to go to the sea with him. He literally swore that he wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t want to, but on the very first night he actually forced me to have sex. I went nuts. He is a healthy man, weighs about a hundred, and I am short, thin, but with a big butt. And so he constantly wanted me from behind. And so every day three times a day: in the morning when we woke up, in the afternoon and at night. I screamed in pain and begged, but he always didn’t give a fuck and did everything harshly. I have never felt so humiliated. He was going crazy with lust.

When we returned, a week passed and it started again: hello, let’s meet, etc. Totally fucked up

You could have reported rape.
If the man is not on a regular course of Viagra. Then he won’t be able to do it three times a day and every day.

[Alex020362]

I admire you

Me too...

[Hair shirt]

Read books, sometimes it’s useful!) According to mythology, centaurs were only male! And they reproduced with ordinary women.

Woooooo...
This is closer to the truth. Well, all those pictures with centaurs with boobs are nonsense of the fevered imagination of modern designers.
Yes, the centaurs were just men. That’s why I asked, but I wasn’t exactly sure. Because I have not seen or met centaur women anywhere in the classical stories of Roman and Greek mythology.

Sent after 23 minutes 11 seconds:

It’s immediately clear that the person was preparing to enter the journalism department. Approvals. By the way, have you entered the journalism department? Only your epilogue turned out to be somewhat crumpled. If I were on the admissions committee of the journalism department, with such an epilogue I would fail you... Without malicious intent. So what is the CONCLUSION from everything you have said? I would like to hear your own opinion.

Yes, I did. But first, to the sub-facility.
There is not and cannot be an epilogue or anything else there. Just as there cannot be an epilogue to your today, which you lived from early morning until late evening. Because all this is written from life, so to speak. That is, this was all in reality and there cannot be any conclusion or summary or conclusion.

Because I did not control all this and I myself did not know where it would all lead. The only thing I didn’t want was to get hooked on a bad article and did everything possible for this purpose.

In general, for the future I will give advice on how to distinguish fiction from what actually happened in one text or another. If you like the text and it seems very close to the truth, then it means that it is actually true. Or is it all fiction but written by someone who has a spark of God in him. But we immediately dismiss the spark because it is very rare and a person with such a spark is unlikely to write anything on such forums. He probably earns his living by doing this and most likely he values ​​his time spent on writing this or that text.

And he also values ​​the ideas and thoughts that he embodied in the text. In general, any person involved in linking cases should, in my opinion, be greedy for certain subjects, some ideas, thoughts that he somehow embodies in the text. And it seems to me that he won’t just throw something down the drain if he makes money from it.

So relax - I don’t think I have a spark of God. This means that what I wrote is true because, apparently, you liked the text. And if this is all true, then there can’t be an epilogue or anything else. Because everything is simply written in pursuit of my thoughts.

[Alex020362]

relax - I don’t think I have a spark of God. This means that what I wrote is true because apparently you liked the text.

Staff... will be alarmed. He will start asking questions when you walk past the reception with your suitcase. You can’t just leave the hotel with a suitcase.

Firstly, if it’s STAFF, RECEPTION, HOTEL, then why some sadly offensive Russian SUITCASE!? And not SUITECASE? At least BACKPACK? That’s still okay. I do not mean it. But about the fact that guests are almost searched when they check out... Where, in what country are guests escorted out of the hotel like this? In Uryupinsk or Okhansk? Who cares and who cares WHEN and WHY I move out?! If all the bills are paid, then any decent HOTEL and its employees will see you off with the sweetest smiles. And those who cannot or DO NOT WANT to smile at hotel guests (and at the congress too) WILL BE FIRED! These are the rules THEY have. Or rather, we have.

Sent after 7 minutes 23 seconds:

relax - I don’t think I have a spark of God. This means that what I wrote is true because, apparently, you liked the text.

Well, if you think that you don’t have a spark of God, that’s bad. A person must believe in himself. And I believe that your story is true. And I liked your story. And in this you are right. But you did not understand me AT ALL. And for some reason they took my post with hostility. If I inadvertently (without intent) hurt and offended you, then I apologize publicly. About the epilogue...I meant that the only mistake you made was that they began to "lick" under her windows... And I thought it would be correct to raise money like this: Do you want it? Can? Go ahead! But not Town Hall Square! (or at least on a bench at the entrance under the watchful gaze of "mutter")

Sent after 1 minute 58 seconds:

under the keen eye

...with a sharp look.

Sent after 30 minutes 44 seconds:

According to mythology, centaurs were only male! And they reproduced with ordinary women.

Poor women...

nSent after 4 minutes 25 seconds:

If the man is not on a regular course of Viagra. Then he won’t be able to do it three times a day and every day

It depends on WHO and with WHOM. And under what circumstances. A lot of factors influence potency. I would agree with you if there was still a temporary clarification "...from month to month..." Well, yes here. As Comrade Sukhov said:"Well, this is unlikely..."

Sent after 1 minute 52 seconds:

received. But first, to the sub-faculty.

Sorry, but what is a sub-faculty? Or just a typo? Pedagogical faculty?

[Hair shirt]

Firstly, if STAFF, RECEPTION, HOTEL, then why some sadly offensive Russian SUITCASE!? And not SUITECASE? At least BACKPACK? That’s still okay. I do not mean it. But about the fact that guests are almost searched when they check out... Where, in what country are guests escorted out of the hotel like this? In Uryupinsk or Okhansk? Who cares WHEN and WHY I move out?!

Apparently you have never been to Turkey or Thailand. The Turks simply won’t let you out of the hotel with your suitcase. You must give your room key. First, you must check in with your room to see if everything is fine there. That is, you need to invite someone into the room in advance so that they can see everything.
In general, everything is complicated in Tai. Check-in is usually counted from twelve in the afternoon and you can also check out only before twelve, having notified the staff in advance. Handing over the keys. They should look at the number. There should be as much water and cola in the refrigerator as there was before check-in.
If there was a bar in the room, then there should be as much alcohol as there was at the time of check-in.

And if the girl like this she can easily trample with a suitcase alone, she will immediately have problems. Firstly, because she was already copied that she stopped by with a guy. Maybe she cut the guy and quit. Staff at the hotel has seen everything and doesn’t need any problems.

As for the words staff, reception, hotel. What village are you from? These borrowings have long become part of the Russian language in the field of tourism. Well, also scold the words crypt, bitcoin, digital, mobile, trash, Trolley, WhatsApp...

About the epilogue. ..I meant that the only mistake you made was that they began to lick under her windows... And I thought that it would be right to raise money like this: Do you want it? Can? Go ahead! But not Town Hall Square! (or at least on a bench at the entrance under the watchful gaze of the "mutter")

I did not make any mistakes. I just didn’t think about anything. I had no thoughts of fucking anyone or plotting anything insidious. I just felt good and pleasant with her. A nice girl who cuddles up to you like a little kitten. And that’s all. And what happened, it also happened spontaneously. I didn’t want to kiss anyone or touch anyone for anything. I was actually getting ready to go home and kissed her before getting up and leaving.

Well, if you think that you don’t have a spark of God, that’s bad. A person must believe in himself.

Do you know what the spark of God is? This is when you succeed in something fucking not thanks to, but in spite of.
You have never seen a weapon and you pick up a sniper rifle for the first time and drive the entire clip into the top ten without having any idea how to use this thing shoot and what shooting techniques there are.

This is when you learn a language on your own to a native speaker level in just six months.
This is when you, like that Mozart, learned to play the piano before reading and writing, and at the same time still had absolutely no knowledge of musical notation. That is, you just sit down and play what you just heard.

I learned to connect cases for a long time and painfully. And I was never able to do this freely until I learned ten-finger touch typing. And how much time was spent overcoming the tautology? There was so much pain in choosing synonyms in the text. And all this turned out to be in vain. Now the text just pours out of my head and I just have time to print it out of my head.
And if I don’t like this or that idea expressed, then I figuratively move a little to the side and look at something from a different angle and another text and other words appear in my head.

It’s like music. Someone is asking you to play this. You’re playing. They ask you - no, not like that. Slower, higher and a little major. And you do it. It’s the same with texts. But this is not a spark of God, it is simply a matter of professional suitability.
Because it’s all thanks to and not despite.

Sent after 29 minutes 23 seconds:

Sorry, but what is a sub-facility? Or just a typo? Faculty of Education?

Preparatory Faculty. Especially for those who served in the army. There were still girls in our sub-faculty, but I don’t know what the conditions for them to be admitted to the sub-faculty were.
The sub-faculty is a social elevator made by a specialist by the state.

The fact is that People from good families come to the Faculty of Journalism, respectively, with a good school education. The level of applicants is very high. As a rule, fluent in speaking some foreign language, good training in humanitarian subjects. It is very difficult for an ordinary student from an ordinary school to compete with them. Studying at school makes itself felt anyhow, even if you are not a C student. And then this schoolboy comes to enroll, and at the general level of applicants he is simply mediocrity.

And yet, in order to somehow give the future Lomonosovs the opportunity to make their way in this life, social elevators were invented. Like, if you really want it, this should help you. And for these purposes, the Faculty of Journalism had a preparatory faculty. Like a zero rate. Everything is like in the first year - lectures, seminars, colloquiums, classes, semesters, credit weeks...

And then an exam at the end of the sub-faculty. They are kind of introductory. But the exams are not on a common basis with ordinary applicants, but separately. Because it’s still hard to compete with them and no one from the sub-facility will pass the general entrance exams. Or you simply won’t pass the competition.

And if you pass the final exams at the sub-facility, then you are enrolled in the first year and there you continue to study with the rest of the majors. And then hang in there!!!
It’s very hard not to drop out!
I dropped out after the second year!


Sent after 45 minutes 37 seconds:
Aleks020362,
March 2, 1962 - is this your birthday?

[Evgenii7519]

but I would castrate those who love children with my own hand. Or a lobotomy. Also lovers of incest with children.

Well, yes. In modern society, this is a generally recognized taboo, and I think it should be so.
There are indeed moments at the borderline age when someone is a year or two away from coming of age. And there may be discrepancies here. I don’t know whether you know it or not, but during the Soviet period, for example in Ukraine and somewhere else, girls became adults a year earlier than in other republics.

I once lived in dorm, worked at a construction site. There were residential buildings next to the dorm. I met some schoolgirl, and I was already after the army. So, just now I remember I was afraid to touch this girl’s hand one more time, let alone anything else.
And all because of the fear of getting caught under a bad charge.
And so in the end with this girl and there was no continuation.

After some time, completely unexpectedly for myself, tired of a previous relationship crossed paths with her friend somewhere in a store. We talked about this and that. It turned out that this friend of hers, despite the fact that she was still in school, was already working as a salesperson in the dairy department of the store. I was very surprised by this fact. And then, for about a month, I went to her store on Preobrazhenka two or three times a week after work, she finished work, changed clothes, and we both drove home to our area. She lived not far from my hostel.

This girl herself was prone to being overweight, but apparently due to her youth, her plumpness was very cute. She had large breasts and was a little plump all over. But not to the point of ugliness. We both felt very at ease with each other. She obviously liked me, and what captivated me about her was that she didn’t grimace, didn’t play hard to get and didn’t try to keep her distance. Although I didn’t touch her at all in any places. Well, sometimes we held hands, but it was more periodic and just mechanically when we had to climb the stairs.

Although sometimes in a crowded bus we were pressed against each other. As a preemptive joke, I demonstratively touched my finger to any harmless part of her body - a shoulder or elbow. She was laughing. I then touched her breasts as a joke - they flared up. But she didn’t push me away. It was obvious that she liked it. I myself didn’t know what to do with all this. I understood that I could fuck her and most likely she really wanted it herself. In general, she was already an adult, studying either in the tenth grade, or in the first year of some apparently trade school.

But I was pissed off, I didn’t quite trust her, understanding what she had my parents and they will definitely put me in jail if anything happens. Although on the other hand I had no goal of fucking her. We both just felt good with each other. She obviously waited and obviously rejoiced at my coming to her work. I was pleased that she liked me. Well, who’s to say I won’t buy it?

Well, I also didn’t know anything about this girl and by default thought that she was virgin. Although some time later I learned from her friends that at that time of communication with me she was no longer virgin and that she already had some sexual experience and not one-time or episodic. That is, someone had already warmed her up as a woman and she quite enjoyed sex and knew firsthand what an orgasm was.

But for some reason this connection with someone stopped and then I showed up. And she apparently wanted more than me. But it’s not like I was slowing down or being stupid. I was just afraid to get hooked. I had the prospect of entering the journalism department ahead of me. And I didn’t need any trouble at all. And God from above, apparently seeing all my doubts and tossing, took over and put everything in order.

One day I once again went to the store for her and we went home. It was a hot summer. She was wearing a light dress. We had a nice conversation about something. We got off the bus and walked in the direction of her house. We reached her entrance. I didn’t want to leave. We sat down on a bench near the entrance. And it was an ordinary five-story Khrushchev building, the entrance from left to right is the one I remember right now.

I told her something. Well, then he said that perhaps she should go home and leaned over and playfully kissed her ear. And unexpectedly for me, she hugged my head with her free hand and pressed it to her ear. And then she started kissing me hotly right on the lips. I’m overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do then!
And she pulled away from my lips and said - touch my nipples. I touched one nipple and it was hard. And she let’s kiss me again.

This went on for some time, and then she and I were interrupted by screams. It turns out her mother saw all this disgrace from the window. She ran out into the street and immediately hit us both in the head! Screams, screams. Whore and other curse words.
If you come at me, I’ll put you in jail and all that. I’m in awe!
And I drove her into the entrance. I hastened to fuck off.

To say that I was scared is to say nothing!
I took leave from work at my own expense for two weeks and went to visit relatives in the region.
After two weeks I carefully returned to the hostel. It seemed like no one was looking for me. There seemed to be no summons addressed to me anywhere. The hostel commandant did not call me for any reason. Everything seems to be quiet. Well done!

The girl’s name was Tanya.
I am still ashamed of her. I felt good and pleased with her. I liked her. I think she does too. I don’t even know how her life turned out later.

Brake and piss

[Andrey Lukashov]

He literally swore that he wouldn’t bother me if I didn’t want to, but on the very first night he actually forced me to have sex. I went nuts. He is a healthy man, weighs about a hundred, and I am short, thin, but with a big butt. And so he constantly wanted me from behind.

Apparently you are not as interesting from the front as from the back. Maybe there’s something wrong with the face?

And so he constantly wanted me from behind. And so every day three times a day: in the morning when we woke up, in the afternoon and at night. I screamed in pain and begged, but he always didn’t give a fuck and did everything harshly.

Here you need to be happy that a person found that zest in you :) and opened the world of beauty for you (even if from the back door).
You have come across a strong, sexy and, most importantly, quite resilient man. Many girls and women dream of this. And the fact that the pussy was stretched a little, that’s what it was intended for. I hope there is no need to explain that this is also useful.
By the way, my wife is very jealous of you, and I am of your man. For my wife, three times a day would be just right. And if I could do it like he did, then there would be no need to allow my wife to visit our neighbor :)

[Ted_2023]

And then she runs to this forum, where 80% of wankers and pedophiles pour out their souls-)))

and you are probably here did you wander in by chance? You are mastering the Internet)))

[Alex020362]

About the words staff, reception, hotel. What village are you from? These borrowings have long become part of the Russian language

I am from Ireland. There is such a small republic. Very beautiful island. I have lived here for the last 23 years and am an Irish citizen. And English became my second "native", because... English is spoken here (with the rare exception of the Gaelic regions where Irish is spoken). And the fact that you have too much borrowing in today’s "new" Russia is bad. First, glass beads, then "reception and staff", and then colonization. The Anglo-Saxons ALWAYS begin on the sly - a creeping intervention. I see you don’t mind these borrowings. P.S. Three weeks ago I was in Estonia, in Tallinn. THE MOST GORGEOUS huge bookstores. Books in Estonian, Russian, and English. I bought five volumes of Dostoevsky, J. Orwell’s Animal Farm and 1984. And the book ON WAR (ABOUT WAR) by Carl von Clausewitz (this is already in English, the original in German is zero for me - I don’t speak German). And your example is unsuccessful. "You’ve never seen a weapon before and you pick up a sniper rifle for the first time and drive the entire clip into the top ten, having absolutely no idea how to shoot from this thing and what shooting techniques are.
" I’m a professional retired military officer, officer. I shoot well with all types of weapons. Especially from AGS and 122 mm D-30 howitzers.

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You learn any language on your own to native level in just six months.

Bullshit. Believe me. I speak FOUR languages. I would like to believe that it is not so bad. But "at the level of a native speaker" in 6 months - legends from films about the KGB and agents. Legends are ALWAYS created for such agents (a la their life biography) that would conceal or explain their occasional mistakes in speech and nuances and inconsistencies noticeable to a native speaker.

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It’s very hard not to get dropped out!
I dropped out after the second year!

It’s a shame. Sorry. Where did you study?

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March 2, 1962 is your birthday?

Yes.

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Anecdote came across on a nearby forum... One American comes from Russia, where she spent her vacation, and tells her friend:
- These Russians are something! They have such huge ones... I didn’t leave the hotel the whole vacation, today there’s one, tomorrow there’s another. I highly recommend going.
A friend buys a tour and goes to Russia. Two weeks pass - not a single man was there. She calls her friend:
- The vacation is over, I’m leaving tomorrow, but I’m still not with anyone!
- So grab the first one you come across and go to his room.
- What if He won’t be big at all?
- And look at the shoes. If the leg is big, then the penis is big.
An American woman left the hotel, picked up a guy whose shoe size seemed larger to her, and tumbled with him all night.
In the morning the guy wakes up in the hotel. There is no one in the room, and on the table there is a note and 300 bucks:
"Vasya, you were incredible! Here are 300 dollars for you, buy yourself new shoes - yours are clearly too small for you!"

[Hair shirt]

Bullshit. Believe me. I speak FOUR languages. I would like to believe that it is not so bad. But "at the level of a native speaker" in 6 months - legends from films about the KGB and agents

No, not bullshit. This is the spark of God. The very thing that is contrary. Read about intelligence officer Kuznetsov. I learned German on my own in no time. He was in a camp for German prisoners of war as a decoy, and took first place among the Germans in reading the poetry of some poet of theirs. He spoke clearly, with a Berlin accent. I wasn’t bilingual, I didn’t learn German as a child, I wasn’t a major. I started learning the language as an adult, literally on my knees. I didn’t graduate from any language universities.
And Mozart? And the young talents that from time to time make the news when someone is ten years old studying mechanics and mathematics somewhere at Harvard or Baumanka. And this is only what is heard and what we know about.

And your example is unsuccessful. "You’ve never seen a weapon before and you pick up a sniper rifle for the first time and drive the entire clip into the top ten, having absolutely no idea how to shoot from this thing and what shooting techniques are.
" I’m a professional retired military officer, officer. I shoot well with all types of weapons. Especially from the AGS and the 122 mm D-30 howitzer.

This example of yours is unsuccessful. You can’t be great at shooting a D-30. This is a collective weapon. It’s like saying that I can shoot perfectly from a destroyer or aircraft carrier. Or from an infantry battalion.

As for the AGS, don’t make me laugh.
He jumps when shooting, so you need to hold him tightly so that he doesn’t run away from you. And the spread there is simply huge. Shooting from it is the same as throwing shit over a fence at someone.
In general, in the future I would advise you not to use any specialized things as an example in the hope that your opponent does not understand this. Because you may end up with an expert and it will be extremely inconvenient later. It seems like you were showing off, believing that the interlocutor did not understand this.

About the D-30. This is a collective weapon. Its accuracy depends on many reasons - on the battery commander who, according to the staffing schedule, should be in front with the infantry and act as an artillery gunner. From the senior battery officer who is in touch with the battery commander. From the computer of the senior officer of the battery, who has all the targets and landmarks marked on his tablet. From the chief of staff who is at the fire station and keeps in touch with all senior officers of the battery and checks the computers of all batteries. From the reconnaissance chief of staff who checks the coordinates of each gun of the battery using the compass.

From the gunners of each gun who correctly enter the parameters necessary for firing into the sight. From the gun commander who checked whether the required number of smokeless powder sausages were placed in the cartridges correctly.
From the signalmen of the battery commander, chief of staff, regiment commander who correctly accepted the artillery gunner’s coordinates and did not misrepresent them when passing them on further down the chain.
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Now tell me how can you be able to shoot well by combining all this within yourself? Well, only if you aim through the barrel with direct fire at full charge. But I’m afraid that doing this is extremely dangerous for fear that the D-30 will jump out of the openers and crush you. Or something will break off in it after a couple of such shots. And you don’t need much intelligence to shoot like that.

It’s a pity. Sorry. Where did you study?

Like where? Faculty of Journalism on Mokhovaya. Well, where else could there be such a high level of preparation of applicants and if it was obviously about a Russian-language university.

I’m from Ireland. There is such a small republic. Very beautiful island. I have lived here for the last 23 years and am an Irish citizen. And English became my second "native", because... English is spoken here (with the rare exception of the Gaelic regions where Irish is spoken). And the fact that you have too much borrowing in today’s "new" Russia is bad. First, glass beads, then "reception and staff", and then colonization. The Anglo-Saxons ALWAYS begin on the sly - a creeping intervention. I see you don’t mind these borrowings.

I can only sympathize with you. Twenty years is a long time. That country has long been gone and that water in the Moscow River has long flown away and it is no longer possible to enter into all this twice. And now you are trying to do this.
Everything is completely different. You were leaving from a completely different country, from a time of naivety and stupidity.
Right now Russia as a whole has matured and no one has admired the West or America for a long time. Like how hands-on we are and how smart and correct they are. Everyone is already full of all this shit and you can’t buy anyone with it right now. And if anyone goes to Europe or America, well, only if they have drunk money.

I’ll say more. All those people who have recently gone crazy somewhere are just in awe, comparing their lives in Moscow, St. Petersburg or other million-plus cities and anywhere in Georgia, Turkey, Serbia or anywhere else in Europe. The people are simply in awe of the service, the living conditions, the level of digitalization, the prices...
In the sense that, compared to Russia, where they came is just some kind of village with hand-assed citizens. Moreover, this is said by those who have scolded Russia all their lives and prayed for Western values.
Read the channels in Trolley where the Russian people discuss Turkey, Argentina or something else.

Well, in general I would rather sympathize with you than envy you. Forget quickly that you are Russian and finally become Irish and love rugby. By the way, the Rugby World Cup has started. Owl Blacks screwed the French at the opening!
Ireland has its own rugby team that successfully competes with the British. Well, in general, you have nothing to do here, I think, in these Russian-language forums. And finally get this Dostoevsky out of your head. No one here in Russia would fucking need him with his flawed works. The bourgeoisie likes to look at Russians through the inferiority of everything he wrote. Like, well, he himself wrote all this, this writer of theirs, what Russian fuckers they are.

You left, that’s it! Forget it! Everything that happened to you before never happened. There was no D-30. There was no Afghanistan where you probably served. And now you have a new life and you are Irish. Dye your hair, if you still have it, red and enjoy life.
And don’t bother yourself with all this Russian bullshit. You’ve happily gotten over all this and we’re all happy for you.

And right now no one here will envy you and no one will look you in the eyes either. Those days are long gone. Twenty years is too long. The country and everything in it is completely different now. You won’t recognize her if you suddenly come to live for six months. You may not be able to see it in a week. And in a month or more, see for yourself. But why?