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Your mother's diary. Erotic stories. Алексей Аркадьевич Мухин
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Год выпуска 2024
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Автор произведения Алексей Аркадьевич Мухин
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And so, one day, I was sitting in my office. It was an unremarkable day. The appointments were over. I was already packing up my briefcase when someone knocked on the door. A man entered, wearing a dark coat and a hat.
I was surprised—why a hat? Why a coat? The weather was warming up outside, at most a raincoat. He sat down.
"I didn’t offer you a seat," I delicately noted.
"It’s fine," he replied coolly and stared at me. He sat in the shadows, perhaps so I couldn’t see his face. Hat pulled low, scarf wrapped in a way that hid his chin.
There was a pause. I put my briefcase on the floor, sat down, and folded my hands, staring at the stranger.
He was silent. I was silent too.
We stared at each other for a minute or two, and then he blurted out, "Sleep with my wife!"
I was so startled that I jumped, but I thought—alright… I'll listen to the end. What a circus.
"Whose?" I replied.
He silently handed me some photos. I took them.
A woman. Naked. My favorite shapes. Every curve and line. Everything I love and that excites me so much. I was surprised! My breath caught immediately. I didn’t even notice that her facial features were hidden, either by my favorite chestnut hair or glasses, but with a body like that, it was hard to focus on her face—large, sensitive breasts, a neat stomach, hips, buttocks. Altogether, it looked incredibly striking.
The first woman who occupied my thoughts and drove out my previous love… I don’t even know her name! I was momentarily lost in thought.
"Hmm… the only person who can handle her," I continued my train of thought.
How could I not fall for it? It was impossible. For the first time, I felt happy and free from the feelings that had worn me out like a dog!
"I know what you do with women here, and… she wants you," the stranger interrupted my thoughts. "I won't object. She’ll be with me afterward anyway. I need her to let off some steam. You go in, don’t say anything, she’s in bed, you undress and lie down, then sex. That’s it. That’s the condition… We have this game."
His voice… it was so familiar, yet I had definitely never seen this person before. I leaned back in my chair and bit my lip, flipping through the photos again and again.
The stranger scribbled something on a piece of paper, stood up, and left.
I pondered. The idea was terrible… to say the least. Of course, part of the reason was that I had gotten carried away. Women were accessible. Husbands couldn’t do anything, and this guy even came himself. I decided to go! I threw the photos into my briefcase, left the office, and ordered a taxi.
The house, standing somewhat lonely by the roadside, looked rather grim. The darkness was impenetrable. At least there were some streetlights, though they were dim.
– Morning will come, and the house will probably be entirely black – I thought as I looked at the building.
It was somehow gloomy there. My taxi gave a few beams of light from its headlights and left, and again… darkness, gloom, and sadness. Well…
I approached, opened the heavy doors of the entrance, and went inside. There was no elevator, so I walked up to the second floor. I found the needed apartment, number 79, but the door was already ajar. I entered. Twilight. Someone was in bed, the moon peeked through the curtains, casting shadows on the table and drapes. I undressed and lay down. A gentle sensation, a warm woman. She moaned and started touching me. It seemed to me that I had felt these breasts before, but then, recalling a stranger's words, I realized, yes – I had felt them before. She moaned and said nothing else. Her movements synchronized with mine. I spread her legs and entered her. She moaned even louder, but didn’t utter a word. I finished and lay back. I started talking after sex. I tend to talk a lot. Then I fell asleep. I woke up several times and through my sleep, I saw that she seemed to get up and get dressed, then lay down again. At night, I woke up and decided to run my hand over her face, but my hand felt some kind of moisture and a strange smell, and she was cold, unusually cold. I got up and turned on the light… before me lay a corpse in blood.
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