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Shlyhoeb
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Total posts: 47
Registered for: 1 year 11 months
Location: Москва
Gender: Male
Orientation: heterosexual
Age: 50+
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One day my phone rings.
- Hello! Let’s meet.
You are trying to remember this voice...
- Come on...
And I don’t understand why, but I agree.
I arrive at the appointed place. The waiter brings my favorite beer.
“How does he know, I didn’t order it?” - a thought flashes.
I drink a viscous cool drink and see a sparkling black car drive up to the cafe. Luxurious! And then something absolutely fantastic happens.
The door opens and a girl comes out. I look up at her... How beautiful she is! Long blond hair, moderately pumped lips, huge green eyes, and a thin figure are emphasized by a bright red dress and elegant shoes. How her man loves and cares for her, dressing her like a doll. It’s beautiful, you can’t take your eyes off it. I have a lump in my throat. For some reason I can’t feel my legs and I’m terribly worried. Why all of a sudden?
A girl walks into a cafe and sits down opposite:
-Hello! - says the girl - Did you find out?
I am turning over my friends in my thoughts... Really?!!
-I have been living in my dreams, plans, dreams for a long time. - she continues - I come every evening, knowing that you are left alone. I feel it, but I ask only one thing - let me go free. I have everything I dreamed of. All these pictures that I pasted on the wish card are my real life. Don’t torment me and don’t be tormented by our past, our love. Oh my God, why am I telling you this.
I am silent, not believing my eyes. That’s her. The one who drove me crazy, the one because of whom I did not sleep at night, wanting her flesh, and when we made love, I was the happiest in the whole world.
Once she made a choice in her favor, and now she is a Woman who has everything! She lives in Luxembourg with her husband, a businessman, whom she met at an economic forum, where our joint company also took part.
I remember our parting, when the lump in my throat would not go away. When the whole mind screamed in a voice hoarse with pain:
- It can’t be. Can’t be.
And you didn’t cry. You screamed:
- I’m sorry, please forgive me.
The next day you left. The world has collapsed. Having entrusted the management of the company to my deputy, I went to the village, where I lived for almost a month, trying to forget you. But my dreams. You came to me in a dream. Every day, then every other day, then again every day, and then I decided to take revenge on all women for my pain. Clubs, restaurants, corporate events, prostitutes, company employees. My bed didn’t get cold. Many girls tried very, very hard, knowing that I was free. But all these women are not you.
And so you sit opposite and say something to me, but I don’t hear you. I feel very dizzy and my eyes are swollen. It’s hot in my chest and something is pulsating, beating and trying to escape. You cry, wrinkling your nose like a child, just like before and again:
- Forgive me. I’m sorry. I love you.
And suddenly, after a short silence:
- Let’s go to you. Please. Otherwise I’ll go crazy.
And so we cross the threshold of my house...

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