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ME LIKES DZHULIJA ROBERTS Glik 20	Glik the twentieth Yes it is not necessary to think out anything! Morning, indeed (do not say lies skazochki!), it has appeared mudrenee. I have quite sensibly thought, that me too brings, that me at all on business flattens and kolbasit. Recollect, I brought to reason myself as you fater without a measure was happy, only having got on Alla Pugachyovoj's concert, having seen it alive from distance in 20 metres from people crowd. He, under its stories, three nights then did not sleep. And here — practically live Dzhulija with you alone, you with it talk, you touch it, you feel-feel its hot lips on the body!. Appease, the moron! And I was appeased. Has decided to continue and receive a maximum of the possible. But, the truth, patience has not sufficed to postpone business see you in the evening, I have tinkled to the chief: a pier and so, Vasily Viktorovich, has died the near relation of the wife (wished to tell — the brother, but during last instant has turned) — the unique uncle, and today we with a big regret bury it, we betray, so to say, to the earth … Delicate Vasily Viktorovich, it is felt, rather was surprised, can, and has caught falseness in my lofty slovesah but to interfere otdaniju a related debt of determination at it has not sufficed. Thus, at me together with days off has come to be in a stock of the whole three days — I will suit to myself a weekend with Dzhuliej on all hundred! First of all I have decided to return to "Beauty" — there there was still a chasm of the disturbing moments. The day before I was braked-has gone in cycles on a scene with champagne and fly unfastening — so to me, to the idiot, zahotelos-vtemjashilos in the first evening to receive all and wholly. No, the truth, — the moron and the cretin! Itself, in a quiet condition, fine I understand-realise, that in relations between two people, between the man and the woman, between two enamoured (the mot "lovers" is not pleasant to me!) oralno-genitalnye caresses — top, a wreath, the highest pleasure and definitive, other-wordly degree of trust to each other. I again carefully podmylsja-has shaved, nadushilsja-nadezodorantilsja, have providently disconnected phone, have not forgotten and to expose a cat-sufferer on kitchen … And here: again — an immense room. I any more am not surprised, seeing on myself a dark-violet satiny dressing gown. In my hands — the newspaper in English: it is interesting, what I in it would understand-has disassembled? On a little table before me — smartly served breakfast. About, by the way — I after all since the morning only kofejkom the stomach has rinsed … Faugh, lines, what here on figs a breakfast! Now, I at last will see not Vivien, and already authentic, present Dzhuliju! — Find fault! — it is distributed behind, from bedroom doors. I turn around: my God as it is perfect! In a snow-white long dressing gown with a corbel, barefooted, with dismissed chervlyonymi ringlets, with clear, without cosmetics, the person … — Good morning! It confusedly fingers a lock and, as though apologising, appealing to condescension, is explained-admits: — Red … — So it is better! — more emotionally than was necessary I would ascertain. — You have not woken me … I see, you are very occupied? In a minute I already here will not be … My God, as she is confused! If she knows, on what sharpest needles I sit, as my soul fading in pleasure … vibrates — Do not hurry up, — I try to speak without a shiver in a voice. — you are hungry? Why to you not to eat? And here, to the horror, I rise and I am approached-come nearer to it. Indeed — I much more low its growth! That's all: now I, on a habit, zakompleksuju-skukozhus at all, will turn in skorlupchatogo the hypochondriac. However, it — barefooted, and on me slaps with a thick porous sole, plus to it I am still extended in frunt, I clean stoop, hardly pripodymajus on tiptoe and as a result our eyes appear practically level with. Dzhulija does not notice or pretends, that does not notice my pity shifts. I invite its gesture to a table, not daring to touch even for lokotok, I open sudki: — I have dared to reserve everything, that was in the menu — I do not know, that you like … I and itself have no concept, that there the such flaunts and so is appetizing smells sweet on dishes and, having thrown covers on a table, with simplification I flop back on sitting. — Thanks! — is over-modest Dzhulija. It does not sit down, only takes a roll, pinches off from it a slice, puts in a mouth, passes on a balcony. — Well slept? — I ask after. — Yes, too well! Even has forgotten — where I … — Professional feature? Fie! What for it I?! Dzhulija comes back from a balcony, continuing to pluck a doughnut, approaches to a table, takes seat on an edge, nearly not having turned a plate with food. She, to my surprise and easy disappointment, does not take offence, answers with a carefree snicker: — Yes … And you slept? — It is a little — on a sofa … at Night I worked, — I what for say lies. However, our old sofa can be called and a sofa, and night hot dreams exhausted not slabzhe jobs. Dzhulija pleskaet-adds in a voice hardly irony: — You do not sleep, do not accept drugs, do not drink, almost (she takes a plate view) do not eat … Than you are engaged? Precisely I know — you not the lawyer. Well, about drugs a question already disputable, about pitija especially (she persistently for some reason does not wish to remember about two glasses of champagne), and here delicacies restaurant I, really, in any way yet rasprobuju — not to them. — Here there are four more chairs, — I show a hand, dexterously leaving from the answer … Though, even at material installation, I have made in inconvenient places of a denomination so the scene with a breakfast on it breaks (alas, I and remain hungry!), and I already again packed into a business suit and an accursed tie, in a hand — a case, stand at doors and before an exit I listen to delightful words Dzhulii — it has just luxuriated in an immense bath — clean, shining, happy (a minute ago I have promised to it three tyshchi dollars!), in the same terry dressing gown and the same white turban from a towel on a head: — The kid, — speaks it confidentially, chest voice — I will be with you such good, that you at all will not want to leave me … Its sight it is damp darkens, gets is mysterious-invocatory shine. I guessed, I had a presentiment, yes I and knew (theoretically, under books), that when the woman looks at you such sight, you should forget about all … Yes that there "should"! You forget about everything, you lose orientation in space and time, you thaw and float, as butter on the heated frying pan, you do not think any more of what, except one: to seize it in embraces, to nestle on it to a sweet pain, to start to kiss, kiss, kiss and, having picked up on hands to bear in bed!. I only deeply and regretfully sigh, interrupting exciting scene: the subsequent the (Edward!) I, certainly, in the scenario have not switched on a mean phrase-answer («Three thousand for six days, and I will leave you …») … Further on a film there was very nice episode when Dzhulija-Viven appears for the first time in an evening dress, and even thick-skinned millionaire Edward exhales with sincere admiration: «You — are charming!.» But, here gadstvo, here Dzhulija, certainly, on hairpins, it is improbably harmonous and high, so even Richard Gere to look at it is compelled slightly from below upwards … So while — by! Seductively-is erotic and the episode in the night become empty hall of hotel restaurant when hero Gere plays the piano, and it, in a dressing gown and again barefooted, goes down from number, comes to it, and Edward inflamed with music, having expelled restaurant obslugu from a hall, begins impatiently, thriftily to undress it, to caress, tries to kiss on the mouth … But is not present — nevertheless slightly obscenely! On a grand piano cover, in a tavern, because of doors waiters and cleaners spy!. It is no wonder, that we with Dzhuliej again appear in ours penthauze. Evening. I just have come back home as though from business meeting. It has well devastated with my credit card shop of expensive clothes — happy very much in the afternoon. And here, having rejected all foolish affairs-cares, we dump from ourselves and all rags, we are dived-plunge into a bath-pool (the disturbing moment of an undressing occurs, alas, somehow imperceptibly, immediately, behind a shot!) … My God Supreme! It something improbable! Still when I looked — and time and again, and not two! — this scene on the telescreen, all my nature began to boil and foamed, not slabzhe shampoo in the same bath. And here now, when I have come to be on Gere's place, I seriously start to be afraid — as though at me not kvaknulo heart. And that! The shovels I feel-feel its breast, elastic dummies iron-tickle my wet skin, and around a waist … Are not present, if I immediately, now do not touch this silky miracle, I will not stroke — I then will curse myself for the rest of the life! Dzhulija washes my shoulders, a breast, a stomach a soft sponge and something speaks, and can, I something speak it — I do not know, I do not understand, me not before! I imperceptibly lower-hide the right hand in water, smoothly I get for a back and I cover gently, hardly-hardly concerning, a palm a silky hillock … (I do not know, I after all not the boy-teenager, but such sensual delight-amazement I, possibly, in a life never before did not test. I remember, how I the first time "have felt" the Anna, anticipating here such explosion of delight-pleasure: to us was on fifteen, we were in a dark room one, looked a TV set. I sat on a chair, and Anka was attached on a carpet, have leant back a back on my feet. On it there was a dressing gown, and I suddenly, from myself such not expecting, have dared — have slipped a hand on her neck, have groped the top button of a dressing gown, have unbuttoned, have covered with a sweaty palm a swelling of a breast with a soft big nipple and the beginnings have become enraged to rumple. Generally, me it was pleasant enough, and trousers puffed up, but at once zatomilo soul and any disappointment., Apparently, my ardent sex demarche and at all in delight has not resulted Anna — it suffered minute two, was then turned out, has pouted: «Yes well you, painfully!.» And in one bath, by the way, we with it never washed …) Dzhulija shudders, fades and, hardly having hesitated, tenderly, but resolutely takes my hand for an elbow and pulls out from water. It is visible, feeling, that I pout, it clasps-twists me for a belt the magnificent feet and cheerfully asks: — I did not say to you, what the length of my foot from a hip to the big finger makes forty four inches? — And it is a little inconsistent (two-three previous phrases have taken off) concludes: — So eighty eight inches are wrapped up round you as therapy under the contract by three thousand dollars … — Oh, yes cease you about these foolish dollars! — with playful irritation and at all under the scenario I scream and I wish to turn, at last, to it the person to see-consider, at least to admire its naked body … Aha — was lost in day-dreams! Leaving for an instant from the program, I have overwound-has passed some shots-episodes: autobiographical confession Dzhulii-Viven in bed — as it became the prostitute, flight on an opera premiere in San Francisco, idle swaying across native Los Angeles in the day off whom Edward under its request … has arranged to itself All it nicely, touchingly, but … the Right, I have absolutely flown into a rage: to me to spasms in muscles, to gripes in a groin it would be desirable to compress Dzhuliju in embraces, to feel-feel hands its body … Stop — here that is necessary! I sit half-naked, having leant back on a back of a smart sofa, blindly, I float in a dense semisleepiness. In all tired body — pleasant languor. It is deep evening after our walk-excursion lasting many hours across Los Angeles. Completely to fall asleep I to itself I do not allow, for I know-remember — just about, now will begin … Its easy steps from a bathroom, then some seconds of silence and its tender, hardly the with astonishment-disappointed voice are heard: — He sleeps!. Any miracle through the screwed up eyes I see all it is smiling, with the dismissed dark curls, in a white silk shirt with a translucent pattern on a breast, barefooted. It comes nearer, declined over me, touches an index finger the lips and then — to mine. Then on the cheek I feel an easy contact of damp lips, after — on a chin, in a mouth corner … Huge effort of will I continue to compress eyelids strong. And there and then, at last, its lips soedinjajutsja-merge with mine, the touch of its language penetrates my body a sweet burning pain, I plough up involuntarily eyes. Dzhulija hardly otshatyvaetsja, but there and then, having plunged into my pupils drunk with happiness, too hmelno smiles and again, already openly drops to my inflamed mouth. I hug its flexible strong body, gently I overturn on a box, I nestle very much on slippery silk and itself any more I do not understand — whether I its whole, whether I answer its kisses. Its mouth, divine her mouth does-creates with me something improbable, something unimaginable! The right if she swallows me, all, entirely, — I did not resist seconds!. Only — why she is silent? Why does not groan, does not sob, does not say a word?. Though all it — then, later, when … Dzhulija grasps cross-wise hands nightgown edge, it is smoothly curved and pulls together it from itself. I at last see personally, I am absolutely close its bared breast, some instants, having risen on elbows, I look is insatiable on a dark circle of a nipple and, whether having begun to wheeze, whether having begun to roar from voluptuousness, I drop to it the swelled lips, as to a vivifying source … In the scenario of it is not present, but to me and affairs are not present to the scenario. I kiss, I caress language, absolutely childly I suck and even gently I bite a warm, exciting, live flesh. I absolutely lose sensation of space and time, I lose the power over self. I never and to dream was not dared, that only a touch to the female body, only kisses and caresses are capable to bring one so much inescapable pleasure. I turn to one continuous clot of pleasure. And already from depth of my throat, to my deaf amazement, groans are pulled out whether vshlipy, whether: — Dzhulija!. Dzhuli!. Dzhul!. (THE FRAGMENT END) <<<Glik the nineteenth Glik twenty first>>>
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