Visited an oriental beauty

[Shlyhoeb]

I greet the distinguished public on the eve of the celebration of a wonderful calendar date. Unfortunately, this New Year it was not possible for me to go to the warm sea, and I took a little extra vacation and stupidly sat in a country house in the forest in front of the TV. Just yesterday, somewhere in the middle of a forced “vacation,” my hand reached out to leisure sites. A really unsightly picture emerged. Half of the prostitutes raised the price tag by almost one and a half times. The budget is already undermined by New Year’s gifts for children and mistresses, and then there are the whores, how sad they are.
And yet, having collected a few pennies from his pockets, he decided to visit the new girl, especially since the questionnaire said:
“On the way, an oriental beauty is waiting for her master for 1000 and one unforgettable night. No prepayment. 100% my photos. Elite class. I will fulfill all your deepest desires! There are already 10 mowers, but it’s true that everything is inclusive, except for the AC.
I have experience of approaching girls of oriental appearance. Repeatedly there were Kazakh women, there was a Yakut woman, two or three Uzbek women.
According to the photo from the profile, a girl... a curvaceous, thin, beautiful oriental woman, with a small double breast, sweet, excited and rewarding a man with her bright orgasms. Smart, soulful and delicate, sincere, like a child. Such people are taken as wives or mistresses.
PHILOSOPHICAL PAGE.
In rare moments of unity with nature, contemplating the Sun descending on the horizon behind the surface of the sea, or the cooling of rays of light in the mountain air at sunset, when everything inside freezes in indescribable delight and audible music of the celestial spheres, he firmly believed in the immortality of the soul and reincarnation.
In one of his past lives, he lived somewhere in the East, where caravan routes converged by the sea, bright oriental bazaars rustled, ships moored to the shore lined with boulders , horsemen galloped along the shore, kicking up clouds of dust that slowly set in the setting Sun, and the tops of the mountains were silver with snow caps, giving rise to ringing mountain streams.
He knew this absolutely reliably, because, often, finding himself in a previously unfamiliar the city, could naturally navigate its winding narrow streets, as if he had lived here for many years, and sometimes, deep in thought, he unexpectedly found himself in front of the door of some house with a strong feeling that he had already been here, and that they were waiting for him here .
In that life, happiness awaited him behind this door...
He bought her at the slave market, giving several horses for the girl, which was a lot, even for such a beauty. But he did not regret it, bought it and... - lost his head from love.
At first a savage, she opened up to him every day until she became the closest person. The days turned out to be painfully long, because it was unbearable to wait for the evening to see her again, to feel the bliss of her touches, when she, on her knees, washed his feet, stroked his body with long thin fingers, whispered words of love with honey lips, burned with the freshness of her excited breath, and then she quietly sang to him, who was tired, delighting his ears with a beautiful voice, crystal notes making their way straight to his heart...
He was her master. The only man in that world. She was his second self, his soul, his beloved.
They often went out to the sea and, holding hands, watched as the Sun set behind the horizon and the air became noticeably dense and cool. And from what they saw, the soul froze in an indescribable delight of unity.
The end.

"Tell me, girl, is it really you in the photograph?" - I already vaguely understood that such coincidences do not happen.
"Well, of course it’s me, but who else?.. You know, I’m in shock... I’m worried... Yesterday I was my first client in your city, and today I’ve already seen a dozen reports under the profile. What a fool I am. I hung up my photos, but I don’t need anyone to recognize me... Yes, me, and who else are you?> "You know, but you are lying to me shamelessly! "Such beautiful women simply do not exist in the world!"
- Oh... thank you.
- So you are true do you really exist?

- I don’t know, I’m in a panic. I want to run away somewhere, hide, turn off this profile... And I need money... What am I doing? I do what I say?..
- Don’t worry. I’ll come to you, we’ll get to know you, and then decide for yourself whether to turn off the profile or not.
The meeting didn’t work out, that’s why. I mean, basically, I almost fell in love with her. Black eyes on a beautiful face, a white-toothed smile, coffee, a plate of dried fruits and nuts on the table, the touch of thin fingers.
Everything happened again. Burning freshness of breath, hot vagina, moans and screams at the last moment of intimacy, soft lips receiving sperm, enveloping touches of fingers, kisses and crystal notes of her beautiful voice, penetrating into the very heart when she quietly sang to him, tired...
"I feel so bad here, I’m so uncomfortable and scared... I’m so domestic, I want to belong to one man and do everything for him... I can bake, make halva, and clean, and cook... I can do anything and everything. And I’ll wait for him at home. No, don’t think, I’m not a slacker and I have a normal profession, but it so happens that I just need money now... God, how I do it. did I get here?.. You know, you’re good, tell me what to do?” - the girl was telling her whole life, which I already knew well.
“They will definitely take you away from here”, - I said, firmly confident in what I was saying, because once, in a past life, I had already done this.

P.S. "Well, should I write a report?" I asked.
- Do you write well?
- I don’t know, they actually praise me. Do you want to read?
- Come on!
I sat next to her, admiring her knees and narrow graceful ankles and feet, as if carved from marble. At dusk, the girl’s face was especially beautiful.
This girl is a phenomenon in this business. Bright, rare, alien to him. As consumers, we should all be glad this happened. The girl is worth visiting.
But, realizing that this was most likely the play of a good actress, I believe that prostitution is unlikely to be her profession, in my opinion, and therefore I did not burden my story with unnecessary details.

Having reached home, I poured the whiskey given to me, turned on QUEEN and, enjoying the beauty of the forest, remembered the girl.
Today the profile disappeared.

[Murena0314]

Shlyhoeb, beautifully written

[Tanya]

Wow!
Philosopher! And where do they go, why not in our area....

[Shlyhoeb]

Wow!
Philosopher! And where do they go, why not in our area

Yes, sometimes writing inspiration strikes

[Sibiryak89]

Wow!
Philosopher! And where do they go, why not in our area....

Not all the bears have been caught in our area yet

[Tanya]

Wow!
Philosopher! And where do they go, why not in our area....

Not all the bears have been caught in our area yet

But there are oriental and non-oriental beauties too! I know for sure.

[Tapkin]

I didn’t understand anything.
I actually read it every other line!