Very sad story of love in the life of sinful kiss

accidental "meeting" with a woman. Demon passion in his heart, not so easy to calm down. He demanded his victim at all in spite of the protests of the weak remnants of common sense, man's integrity and dignity of ordinary human.

Apparently, over time, the lusts of the flesh, in the end, she would have quieted down if I was absolutely sure that never wait reciprocity on the part of women. However, unfortunately this absolute certainty, I just was not. Not that Anna gave some reason to believe her unfaithful wife. Just the opposite.

All my fine compliments and barely concealed courtship she always answered a sweet smile. However, sparkling, playful gleam in the eyes of a woman, when she secretly glanced in my direction, gave it to his head. It allows me to hope for success in the case of strong and persistent "attacks" on the impregnable "fortress" female virtues of Anna. It gives hope that forbidden fruit may still fall into my hands.

Soon to such desperate "assault" a golden opportunity fell. Andrew again needed my help. This time, it was necessary to bring a friend and zaskirdovat clover, which we both mowed. I gladly accepted, because the presentiment that this day should happen something unusual. Intuition, as always, did not fail me.

Although at first there were no signs anything special. Nearly half we raked clover in rolls, and then formed them into stacks, and finally loaded on a trailer. When the hay was already in the courtyard of his friend, it turned out that it still needs to zaskirdovat a high wooden shelter. For this work, I took as the more experienced. Andrew, on his strong long arms, remained below the hay to feed me up. At work he was so agile and nimble, I soon asked for help.

And unexpected help soon came in the form of Anna. The woman climbed to the hayloft to accompany me to continue to put the clover. I looked at her and literally taken aback by what he saw. The short green yubchonke thin and pink T-shirt, she looked simply unbeatable. With hair tied into a tight "tail", bronzed bare feet and economic pitchforks Anna at that moment seemed very tempting and seductive. Stunned I could not say a word. But at least a little to calm the agitated blood, which was boiling hot lava in my veins, leaned on hard work.

And he did it with such zeal that the fork in my hands could not stand, and soon broke down. I had to make a small pause stacking, Andrew went downstairs to fix my tool I with his wife stayed at the top to get some rest.

When other steps subsided, I finally dared to look at Anna. It was a step away from me. It was warmed up and sweating from the hard work. Tight woman's breast heaving under the thin fabric shirts, punctuated by frequent breathing. Lock of hair stuck to his forehead. Her eyes were downcast, as though afraid to meet my gaze. Thin lashes barely noticeable trembling, whether from fatigue or even for some other reason.

No longer able to fight his nervous by nature, I came to the woman back to back. He grabbed her waist, held her tightly to him, brazenly joined his lips with her mouth. Anna began awkwardly hang back, recoiling head back. However, doing this is probably instinctively than consciously. Without that fanatical determination that is so inherent in women who do not allow even a random stranger touching the man, not to mention the hot kiss.

So exhilarated double-digit behavior of women, I literally fell asleep her face hot shower of kisses. Persistently sought female mouth. And having found them, dug with a passion, which only he was capable. And under the influence of the infinitely passionate kiss Anna imperceptibly went limp in my arms. The woman stopped the fight, allowing me to gently hold her close. My tongue boldly broke through the obstacle of her mouth, entered the mouth and finally reached the language. Our tongues joined, entwined like two snails ...

It lasted a wild frenzy as long until Andrew was back with a pitchfork repaired. Hearing the voice of her husband, Anna impulsively pulled from my arms and rushed again to put the hay. In the twilight, in the evening, her face burned by the searing shame. I also had no choice how to join a young woman. I felt terrible, like a little boy who nashkodil in someone else's garden, and that was almost harsh neighbor caught with rods in their hands.

After this piquant case, Anna never met. After a few days on the job with me an unfortunate event occurred. Downloading the sofa, I tripped and fell. The result is my awkwardness was sad. As if in punishment for sin, I broke my leg and more than a month was confined to bed.

When more or less recovered, it became known that the firm at which he worked, went bankrupt. To continue to earn a piece of bread had to go to work abroad. There, in a foreign land, I managed to recover a few more or less calm down his unbridled passion.

However, about Anna, I still have not forgotten. From time to time I remember it, and our sinful love in the hayloft. I hope she does not take offense at me for what I did to her is unworthy. Hopefully once it though and try to understand the reasons that prompted me to seduce her, and the circumstances through which I was forced to interrupt naughty relationship that fortunately did not go beyond the scope of one intimate liberties.

Forbidden fruit is always sweet. Yes, one of those ancient times, because of its seductive taste will certainly have to pay something. And most importantly timely stop to the price paid was not too big and expensive for us. Stop, then to not be ashamed of himself and his actions in front of all those who are important to us. Even when you are tempted so exciting, passionate case that I had with Anna.

Author Roman V. Oliynyk

A story of love Shell on the beach

I once loved,

More I can not love.

The heart of everything ever gets cold,

I just want to die.

I will die, and everything does not hurt ..

I'm like a bird flying up.

At the heart is no longer painful,

And I do not want to love ...

You do not remember, I know,

But, I'm in the clouds,

I like snow, melting, melting everything,

In your, colorful, in - dreams ..

And maybe you used to be, you ask, -

Where is she now?

I and a lot of these words

It honestly believe you ...

Meditation:

Love, whether we know in fact, what is this feeling? Who of us can truthfully say that it was love? The fact that a person experiences love and not something else, in fact, knows neither he nor anyone else. It is said that love crazy, some scratching himself because of her life, someone commits suicide, but the fact is, no one knows from her all this.

Basically, those who rush to the high-rise buildings, opened his veins, or commit some other acts of violence on his body, a desperate person, or ordinary egoists. Almost always, the problem lies not in the fact that they did not like, but the fact that they did not pay attention to the person that they think that they love.

-How So, I love, and I do not? -I Think the majority of people in love.

Most often, when a person who is like a loved begins to reciprocate, that same Narcissus, who only yesterday was thinking about suicide, from unrequited love, after a while it becomes absolutely not interesting this "lover". Narcissus switches to another subject not attainable, and again suffer from "love."

A story about love "Shell on the beach"

June 2010

Victoria

This day in June, was one of the hot, summer days. The bright sun was shining, people are somewhere in a hurry, without end drove the car, the birds sang their songs ringing, dogs barking at each other, caressing breeze occasionally stirred the leaves on the trees. She woke up in the street, all came to life after a night of sleep, and of course her with tinnitus, it was simply impossible to sleep on. Opening her eyes, she felt sorry that yesterday before going to bed, do not close the window. If you live on the second floor, and you want to sleep longer in the morning, then another in the evening, it is necessary to close all.

Her name was Victoria, she bylo22goda, for three years, she lived completely alone, her parents were killed in a plane crash when flown on a business trip, she was only four years old, and the girl was left under the care of his grandmother, who died of a heart attack when Victoria turned twelve years. At that time, she had graduated from the institute, where she studied to be a psychologist, and was arranged by - profession.

Victoria loved to read novels, listen to relaxing music, and watch the melodrama. She had green eyes, dark, shoulder-length hair and a slim figure. She was one of the most beautiful girls, with whom she studied in school and in college. Despite all the advantages in the nature and appearance, Victoria still has not been a guy who wanted to spend her entire life.

During her '22 it never got really been in love, she never gave flowers, and did not write romantic notes. All the young people with whom she met or stayed with her friends, or become her friends. Victoria attached great importance to even simple communication with the guys, I remember all those who with her just talked, and she was always sad when her friend got married, for someone with whom she had a nice conversation, whom watched as his second mate, whom herself would like to marry.

Those guys who liked her, always walked past her, they passed through her soul, and allowed cold drafts. Victoria had a lot of friends and acquaintances, all of them are already married, someone had children. Three friends told her about his family life, some happy, some regretted that signed. But almost all say it is one and the same, that after painting, love and a sense replaces the conventional life and stress.

Victoria often thought about this a bad word "life," she did not want her to have everything in the same way as all she wanted to live with her beloved, which will meet someday, quite differently. She wanted to love, passion and tenderness, never cooled off between her and her future husband, but it was all just a dream in her mind, because she had not yet met someone with whom would link its fate.

Victoria got out of bed, went to the window, pushed the curtain, looked at the movement of employees in the morning, this day the people and said:

- Good morning, busy people. And what you can not sleep in this wonderful summer day?

She went to the kitchen to make a sandwich and coffee, which she cooked each morning. Today, she will not have to hurry, because it was a public holiday, and also on Monday from her vacation begins. Throughout June, Victoria was absolutely free, so now it is slowly swallowing the coffee, think of how to hold these warm, work-free days.

After finishing his coffee, Victoria went to the window and looked at the sky, smiled a bright yellow sun, and decided that today will go to the beach to read another novel and a little tan.

It was only ten o'clock in the morning, but the whole promenade and the beach were busy people. In the summer months, due to the holiday-makers, there is always a lot of people. Her favorite place is also settled some young girls who were sunbathing on the loungers drinking cocktails and something talked, shooting with my own eyes, the guys in front of them.

A little on the beach, located on the Victoria as she felt alienated place where no one bothered her alone with a book. It is a bed towel, I picked up the book and began to read. Waves beat noisily on the shore, sometimes spray fell on her face, and she smiled at this. Seagulls ran on - shore, some of them fighting over a piece of bread, which threw people. Pigeons brazenly ran up directly to her feet, one of them even pecked Victoria's finger, as if begging for food. She smiled at the black-and-white dove, and said:

-No I have nothing but water, you really must excuse me. -blue, as if realizing it, flew to beg for others. Victoria has always liked to relax on the beach, away from the hustle and worries. Here, for her time, like it sank. She read into his novel, introducing all the characters, as if she is there, next to them.

She liked to watch the people around her and look at everything that surrounds it, but most of all she loved to meet and see off the sun. The sunset was especially beautiful, as if by order of the wizard, the sun for two or three minutes completely drowned in the sea, and just starting to get dark. Reading the novel she had not noticed how quickly time passed, and the sun began to sink into the sea.

People became less and less. Victoria held the sunset, but was in no hurry to leave. She fingered the stones that lay beneath it, choosing the most beautiful of them, and then throwing them into the sea. Her attention was caught by a very beautiful shell, which alone lay among the stones. She looked at her, and in her mind the idea, perhaps it would suit young people, but why she did not play with fate.

-Nuzhno Sometimes make bright touches on his black-and-white life. - Victor thought, taking a pencil from her bag. She turned to the inside of the shell itself, and wrote on it a number, name and age.

-Vdrug Luck will smile to me and my message is read the one with whom I will be then the rest of his life. - She smiled, realizing that the shell can find the old man and the child, and that in general it's a stupid idea, and the blind. Looking at the evening sea, she said,

I do not believe that it would find the guy most likely, it will lie unnoticed and before the storm, and drown you. But you never know? She took her pencil and closed the bag, and then put a small hole in the shell and threw it a few stones.

On the bank already was dark, it was a little off - Statement by the fact that it has remained almost alone. The waves of the sea splashing stronger, and it became a little cool, she decided to go to your favorite coffee shop on the seafront to order a coffee and cake. Going into the cafe, she chose a window seat.

The waitress brought the menu, appreciatively, as well as all employees of the cafe and looked at Victoria, then smiled and hurried after ordered coffee. The cafe was playing slow music, it suggests sadness. Of the ten tables in the room, only three were available.

Victoria twisted fingers white mug with coffee, and watched a young couple at the next table. They sat opposite each other, and looked with shining eyes full of love. The boy kissed the girl's hands, which gripped in the palm of his hand, whispered something to her, and smiled sweetly. Victoria thought that, perhaps, is the most wonderful time in the budding relationship, even when life is not a burden, and the habit of each other instead of love.

Coffee has already ended, and she decided to smoke. Smoking was her only bad habit. She did not understand why the smoke, but not in a hurry to throw, announcing to all your friends, as if to justify herself, be sure to throw when he finds his only. She smoked, waiting for her only, but for all that she did not want to be like everyone else. She wanted to faithfulness in relationships, children who will give birth to ten years after marriage, freedom in their actions, and for all that passionate, pure and strong love.

Reflecting almost every day on this subject, she thought, as she wants to, is extremely rare, so she decided that the best is to be one at all, and not to chase an illusion. Better to just wait for him, who will want the same thing, and if she did not meet him, it is always better to be alone than ever, many people break their lives, and to live it, not as you wish, but as it is necessary.

Victoria smoked slowly, walking in their thoughts, and suddenly her mind made his way through the pleasant male voice:

-Sorry, You have not taken?

She came back down to earth and seeing the nice guy, said

No, not busy, if you want a seat.

A young guy in a white shirt, jeans and black shoes, with joy and a smile on his face sat down across from her. He raised his hand and called the waitress. Looking at the menu, he turned to Victoria

-Can I'll treat you?

She's embarrassed.

No, you should not, I'm gone.

The boy insisted:

-Please, Make me company.