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24th
April 2003
Dear diary
The easter monday came. It was 20th of April. Exciting
day full of cold water, smell of parfumes and tough guys with
long sticks of willow ready to use them on every female passing
by them or just unsuccessfully hiding somewhere near. I was ready
for such attack but suprisingly not enough. Bell rang at my door
and I went down to open fully equipped in my home made armor.
And than came the shock. When I pushed the door handle suddenly
four guys entered the room and then I remember only sticks flogged
everywhere on my stuffed leggins until guys picked me up and than
(I still can`t believe it) they carried me to our bathroom where
(because the tub was full of dirty laundry ready for wash) they
squeeze me into the empty basin which was at the moment full of
cold water :-). Yeah, yeah it was very refreshing.
The main reason guys used to be that rude this very easter day
is reward awaiting them for each of their successfull attacks.
The company of four boys was rewarded with very strong spirit
made by my father so there was no way to envy them :-). That`s
why they will not return next year :-). And easter eggs? Hmm,
there were no caroller prefering eggs against spirit. Not before
they tasted it but than it is too late of course. And eggs? We
are condemned to eat them prepared in many ways whole following
week.
I am so frustrated. I bought sweet milk today and as soon as
I put it into my pocket with desire to consum it in front of my
TV with my legs on the table very high positioned guess what happend!?
Nothing! :-) Not yet. When I arrived home and prepare to take
my above described position I grab my milk from the pocket and
then I just freezed in panic because instead of milk in my pocket
I found pocket in my milk :-).
I had to take a shower immediatelly and laundry my jeans because
revealed sweet condensed milk is like one second glue. It was
terrible. My whole ass was covered and sticky. No doubt there
is always something around the world what would like to stick
to my ass with it`s unique unidentified part of body :-) but milk?
However, it was still tasty when I licked my fingers moment ago
slowly washed down the milk of my velvet skin. I don`t like to
waste such occasions so I imagine strong man sucking the milk
all over my backside to help the visions going on in my head warm
and warmer as well as hands moving close and closer...
It was so damn exciting and suddenly I became very horny. My
shower was perfect and only tool able to help me gratify my strong
lust ...aaaahh... And what`s the result of this whole milk tragedy
my dear diary? Instead of advantageous boyfriend replace? Simply
said if you get real appetite for a sweet sticky milk better find
yourself sweet young man who will maybe stick to you but you don`t
need to wash him down immediately :-) rather than every time you`ll
buy sweet milk undergo necessary precise dangerous tests of it`s
cover to preserve our roomy new jeans pocket clean.
That`s all folks and don`t be upset...guys...are not the milk.
10th
April 2003
Dear diary,
Two weeks has passed, lot of things happend,
lot of things will happen, lot of friends had left before lot
of them appeared, most problems are solved but still lot of them
remains, weather became hot and than again will be cold.
What a nice poem I`ve created! Bad nobody here to appreciate
it but that`s why I enjoy to spend my time with you my diary.
Because you never ever reminding nothing nor even censuring anything
:-).
So let`s get back to my new adds. I`m so excited about them.
My memories are still so fresh. I spent one week on the skies
at the Alps mountain. I don`t know where I should start my telling...
First day was nothing more than riding the bus full of friends,
food and all kind of drinks of course. It was around midnight
when we reached our destination. I was little bit drunked so I
had to fall asleep immediately but I didn`t . We celebrated to
the early morning next day. We had two hours for rest and after
breakfast we`re supposed to launch the skiing :-). What fun! My
skiing company was composed of my good friends by nickname Meda
(bear) and pizmon (:-)). We choosed the hardest piste right from
the start. I ride down the hill like flash. Meda has crashed into
the big snow drift and I didn`t hear of him for the rest of the
day (I found him in the bar in the evening and he looked cool
enough...God bless the snow drifts. There is no better place to
cure on the ski outing like this.) :-). That day I was born second
time because on my way down I didn`t see absolutely nothing (because
of my foolishness I didn`t wear ski glases). Trees passed me one
by one, my view was like pure fog but in spite of this I arrived
first before pizmon just with small touch of frostbite. Pizmon
arrived without both ski sticks with desire to live in the lowlands
forever. So we had no choice just to celebrate the successful
past day in the Alps. If you are curious about any erotic adventures
I experienced there than I must disappoint you because nobody
including me ruled the necessary energy even to move to the hotel
room. When I used to calm down and skied on the normal pistes
than paradoxically when I was retarding suddenly one of my skies
“dismissed from it`s duty” and I landed on my ass
so profesionally that my pants strip off and icy snow finally
“KISSED” me directly on my naked part :-) of body
like a horny man released from prison after twenty years stay
there. It hurted like hell and it still does. It was one week
full of fun, sun and “KISSES”.
I am home again and we`re already planning next ski outing. Only
Meda is planning to take twice time more drinks than before. Just
in case he`ll crash the very first day into the same snowdrift
:-).
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