Oleg Boltogaev
NEWBROAD DIARY
September 5.
Mine!
What a wonderful word it turns out to be in
Russian language. My. And no one else. Tol-
to my. My husband. My man. Great. Not
it was - and, lo, it is! He's two years older
behind me. And half a head taller. My
Sasha. My Alexander. My Sasha. So I
I call him when we are very close.
Our wedding took place on the third of September
blya.
But today I couldn’t resist and decided
keep a diary. So, little by little, once every
five days. For myself. Intimate, so to speak.
I'm Anya. Grew up in a family with very nyputah-
sky upbringing. I have boys if
were, then only under the strict control of ma-
muli and papuli. Kisses and careful caresses
through the dress. Nothing more. And that's when
when most of the girlfriends were walking with their
them guys recklessly. Truth, real
I have only one friend - Lenka. She
was already married. Just six months. And isn't it
las.Until now Lenka was for me
everyone. It seems that Sasha is even jealous of me
her. But it was she who introduced us. B
March celebrated her birthday, and she
warned me that "there will be one young
go man."
And this young man became mine
husband. We probably had everything like
everyone. But this, if you look at the question in
on a global scale. What if from my point of view
point of view, what happened to me -
the event is completely extraordinary. Herself
wedding - what is it? If by and large
tu, this is a performance, a ritual. Quite nerve-wracking
ny and tense. Actually, I imagine it
that's exactly what I imagined. Sasha and I don't even
they wanted there to be a wedding. In the sense
wedding as an event. We'd be better off
if our wedding was a concept, not
event. That is, quietly sign, in
sit with your parents and that's it. But no, first
and my mom began to demand that everything
it was “like people.” Well, and then her
Sasha’s mother actively supported her. In the end we
Of course, they gave in. Let it be “like everyone else”
dey". Although it’s scary to imagine how many
the neg is gone. But, thank God, everything seems to be going well
everything went fine.
We dated for almost half a year before the wedding.
yes. It seems that in May I realized that I was in love...
las. Every day I went on dates with
him. He looked after me beautifully. Sometime in June
yes, in June, I thought that I wantedhim
married These thoughts will probably change something
nor in my attitude towards him. I became
allow him more daring caresses. And he became
more persistent.
July and August were absolutely crazy
shimi. He said he loved me. Never
I didn't think I'd be able to kiss
six hours straight. But it was like that. U
It was as if wings had grown on me.
We went into the forest, went to the river, walked
in the children's park, sat at my house and
there was only one thing - we were talking and
hugged, we kissed and couldn’t
kiss. I fell in love with him. My Sasha.
His hands. Which turns out to be strong
feeling, feeling the hands of a loved one on you.
Every day his caresses were more bold and
bolder. I looked at myself in the mirror and
I was looking for traces of our yesterdays on my face.
their madness. It seemed to me that everything
guys, everyone knows what we do in private.
My cheeks were constantly burning, I felt
this.
I started keeping a diary, of course, for my family.
bya. And above all, in order to record
express your feelings about joining
adult life. Although entering into adulthood
life at 21 is, in modern times,
nonsense, but what should I do if this happens to me?
it worked.
That's another thing. Who should confess that women
I became a wife a week before the wedding,then
They'll probably laugh at all. But it could have been
happen as they say in fairy tales -
"she lost her virginity during marriage
night." I imagine such a marriage
night. The event is more reminiscent of surgery
logical operation. Timidity on my part
pressure from him. Yes, he was gentle, in no hurry,
but I was afraid. Then - this blood. Pomcha-
walked into the bathroom together. Lord, how are you
those who do it in nature? Where
run? This is my Lenka so funny kobepkaet
verb "to run" She is, in general, a girl with
with a sharp tongue. Recently she amused
me because according to all Russian rules
language did an analysis of the word “defloration”.
I took the root of the word “flora” and went ahead. By-
it turned out funny.
So what am I? Yes, about the loss of virgins
ctbehhoctu on the wedding night. No, this one is about
The procedure is not for a wedding night. Now I even
I’m glad that Sasha persuaded me then.
For a whole month we will live with him in kbap-
dash of his brother, who, together with his wife and
My daughter is going on vacation. And then, when
they will return, they will have to move or
to my parents, or to his.
This month is also remarkable because
we're both on vacation. So we'll see
each other all day long. That's great!
September 10
Terms.
What and how to call it? I want something
yours. So that it is only ours. Dick, cock-
shock, cob? No, that won't do.
Or a banana?
Lenka told me what she and her husband had
this name was used. No, ho-
wants something of his own. But somehow
it slipped out by itself.
He said, "Give me your girl." Sra-
everything fell into place. Now he's going
tells me: “My boy missed you
your girl." And everything is clear.
And also. How can we call what we are doing?
eat? "Making love"? But so, apparently
everyone says.
How?
“Take possession” and “surrender.” No, that's too much
com classically and overly literary.
"Would you like to take over me?" "Give yourself up
me." Some kind of comedy.
But also the other extreme: “to fuck.” Ka-
what a nightmare, why use this word at all?
in Russian? What's worse then - "sno-
wander"?
And again Sasha once told me: “Come on
Let's play." And I understood. The main thing is not that
say, and how. If there is love, if
there is passion, then you can say “let’s go
Let's jump." And it will be clear whatspeech.
So, we are playing.
And I liked it. I like ours
games.
What do you call the end of the game? In books
They write “he finished”, “she finished”. About me-
Nah, that's probably true. I finished. A
He said differently to himself. And this is for me
I liked it better. Some kind of word
shamefully sweet. Maybe a little vulgar-
no. He moaned in my ear: “Anechka, I
I'm lowering." And, plunging into me, he became de-
The words are completely different: small, convulsive
new tremors, so that I immediately felt
his word is clear. He lowered himself into me. Bottom-
what guttural sounds he made at the same time
published, were the best illustration of
what he felt at that moment.
What should I call his parents? B our
In the region it is customary for the daughter-in-law to call
mother-in-law is “mom”, and cbekpa is “dad”. But
Somehow I can’t get my tongue around them
call them. I already have a mother and father
pa. My.
I talked about this with Sasha. It's easier for him.
He started calling my father "Dad", so
I like it. And my mother is even simpler: “ma.”
Obviously, in men's mouths this is quite
it's acceptable, but I can't say that
to his parents.
I decided that I would call them by name.
neither, patronymic. I tried it, it seems, fresh
the blood didn't like it. I'm worried
that she's getting biggeris silent. I guess I told her
I don't like it. She fooled her son. Buhoba-
that by definition. I remembered a joke.
"Who spoiled the air?"
"Daughter-in-law!"
"So she's not here!"
“So, there, there’s her coat hanging!”
September 15
Doubts.
My Sasha is Apollo. He's very hot.
I'm afraid I'm being too cold towards him.
Today, I feel, he hugged me in a dream,
where I was still sleeping. I open my eyes, and he
looks at me, eyes sparkle, has become a
baby, caress me. Snuggled up to me
I moved the combination up, I feel it
boy, wow, what we are like. And here he is
How can I describe these movements, these pro-
nicknames, gentle and strong, daring and
deep? And what arises in me in
the answer to his passion, the answer to his madness
shameful caresses. How to describe it?
I feel like I might burst into tears
love for him. Love, love, love.
And the sweet languor after, when the breath
tion is restored with such difficulty.
We still whisper for a while, but...
then we fall asleep. He usually falls asleep first
then me. The opposite also happens.
When italready asleep, I'm leaning on my elbow
and I look at him for a while, sleeping
th. How will our lives turn out? Will it give
God for us kids? They'll probably be similar
on Sasha, on my husband. Just as smart and
stubborn. I want to kiss him. And I
I kiss him carefully.
Sometimes he wakes up,
looks at me in surprise and hugs me.
“Enough, enough,” I laugh, but he doesn’t
listens. And we play again.
And two days later he actually made me laugh
Nya. I wake up from what I dream,
that I am giving myself to someone. Somehow - without-
relatively. I open my eyes and feel
that I was very gently and neatly just-
they simply have. I almost screamed with nepeny-
gu, thank God, it dawned on me that this is
my hubby, holding himself on his elbows, almost
without touching her, he penetrated my girl with his
a cunning boy and pushes him back and forth
yes. And I felt good, I laughed.
I grabbed him by the back, pulled him to my
be, spread her legs wider, penetrate deeper
take into yourself his wonderful instrument. Oh, how
good! I couldn’t resist when we
took a break, asked him why he did that
did. He laughed, it turns out he was reading
some Indian treatise, where it was said
It says: “On the seventh night take her sleeping.”
I am amazed at how harmonious human
physiology. How perfect everything is. And our movements
marriages, and caresses, and sounds that wenot-
We publish it randomly. And we ended with him
then almost simultaneously.
To tell the truth, for the first time I truly
I came on my wedding night. What if
to be even more honest, then to orgasm
For the first time I brought myself to grief. On the ninth
class. A friend said that she re-
she does it regularly and how does she feel about it?
nice. She described the details to me, so to speak.
Well, technology. After that I became
do it yourself, but it seemed to me that I
I’m doing something bad, shameful. But
sometimes, I must admit, it saved me
from falling. Now these problems are over.
I love my husband. I love my husband.
At the highest moment my heart beats like this,
that seems about to jump out. A
the beat of our hearts in unison? What can
be more expensive?
September 20
Novelty.
I'm experiencing new sensations. Today after
lunch, they lay down to rest, lay down for a while,
wow, my Sasha began to show interest in
me. We kissed, caressed each other, I
lay on my back, my legs obedient to him
pressure, they moved apart. And suddenly he says
to me: “Come on, you will be on top.”I'm still
I thought I even blushed from these
words Of course, I saw this in the movies, but
I was somehow a little embarrassed. In the sense
shy. He lay down on his back and pulled
me on myself. I sat on him as if on a horse
Nya. And he strokes my breasts. I'm a little on-
I bent over, and they, my tits, slightly pro-
hung, so he raised his head and stood
catch my nipples. And then he started moving
so as to enter me. And suddenly
tells me: “Insert it yourself.” Probably
my face flushed, but he repeated:
“Insert it into yourself, don’t be shy.” And I lower-
I put my hand down, between our heated
bodies and immediately came across his
boy. Wow - little boy. Yes
How does it fit into me! Not clear. Such
long and thick. And most importantly - solid. And
I directed it towards myself, and Sasha lies completely
seven is motionless. I thought he would do
his usual push, after which his little
chick will penetrate me. But he doesn't. As if
is waiting for me. And I began to sit down myself
at him.
Oh, I didn't expect this! It turns out that in
in this position his boy penetrates me
much deeper than when Sasha is on top. And
Sasha felt it. He choked up for-
moaned as I sat down completely on him.
- What? - I asked him quietly.
- I touched your bottom. - whispered
He planted a kiss on my lips.How correctly he noticed this. I felt-
the shaft is the same. Exactly - the bottom. Then
he took my ass with his palms and began
raise and lower. It turned out to be
This is an unusual feeling. As if I
active side. I started to move myself
now he only held me.
- Play, play, dear! - moaned
he.
What a miracle it is to be with your loved one!
The unexpected happened. B one of the evenings
ditch, when we caressed vigorously and I was already
La is ready to accept his little boy,
when suddenly he says...
God, I thought I misheard. He
said, "Kiss me there." At first I didn't
I understood, and he took my palm and put it on
his little boy and repeated: “Kiss
him." I pulled my hand away in horror. Kiss
there? This is a perversion!
“No,” I said.
- Why? - he asked.
- I can't.
We lay in silence. I didn't know what
bark. My hand lay on his big one,
hot, hard organ. My thoughts meta-
foxed No, I couldn't kiss him there.
Isn't it enough to kiss on the lips?
chest? Why kiss there too?
“Then let me kiss your girl,”
he suddenly whispered.
- No, what are you doing? - Isqueezed her legs.
“You’re strange,” said Sasha.
Then he got out of bed and walked over to
window. I sat down. He opened the curtains. Unclear
the light of the evening city filled the room. I
I saw his figure against the background of the window. He can-
trilled to the street. I quietly stood up and walked over to
him.
“Don’t be angry,” I whispered and snuggled
to his bare back.
“What are you saying, I’m not angry,” he answered.
- You see, I’m not ready for this yet.
caresses.
- Understand. But I want to kiss you.
Everywhere.
- Well. Well, give me time. Please. I
I'm not used to you yet.
- Okay, okay. I understand everything.
Timing.
For the first time I thought about the timing. Because
that my women's holiday has come. I do this
frankly upset. To be honest, I
I was hoping that I would get pregnant. We are still with him
have never used protective equipment
stations. And so, it didn’t work out.
My Sasha hugged me, I felt his
lament and whispered to him that we weren’t allowed. He
He looked at me carefully. It seems-
Well, he was upset too. I feel un-
a lotawkward. Like I'm defective
kaya.
My child will be welcome. I'm like
beast, like a female, I feel what I want,
so that I can have a child. And my husband this
wants. We talked about this.
September 25
Time.
When and how much? Not at all trivial
question. When he took my virginity
then it lasted less than a minute - literally -
just ten pushes, no more. And I told him
I'm grateful for that. It was all the same
it hurts and that's it.
On the wedding night he took possession of me four
times. Although, it seems to me that the fourth
once was an extra one. And he was tired, and I
I didn't want to anymore. But I was afraid of him
push, I was afraid to offend, but he, apparently,
listened to friends, their stories, about
who and how many. So he wanted to prove to me,
that he himself is not a mistake.
Sometimes we do this in the morning. But with me
this worries me, whether the smell is strong
from my mouth, but you can’t run to brush your teeth
would be when he is already caressing me.
That's why I like it less in the morning
in the evening or during the day.
Already now I'm worried about how it is with useverything will be fine when we live with our parents
lei. The apartment is small, the conversation is in one
the room is quite audible in the other.
What should we do, our love games are
are quite noisy.
How many?
Lenka said that in a month
after the wedding they switched to mode two
once a week. I counted if I don't take it
taking into account the first week, now we
we do this six times a week. Not a little
is it?
But, to tell the truth, this is enough for me
enough. But what about him? Am I satisfying
him? How to find out? To know for sure.
I am so pacified by the peace that...
ry gives me the presence of my husband. I
I feel that the attitude of others towards me
has changed. There were some little things,
which can be interpreted as signs
respect for a married woman.
September 30
Intimate.
It probably doesn't look aesthetically pleasing. I
I was washing in the bathroom, and he came to rub me
back. At first it seemed like rubbish, but then it became
pet me. He lowered his palm down and tpo-
fucks me the way he did when we were still
were notmarried. Then - once he undressed and
climbed into my bath. His boy was sticking out
almost vertically up.
Then he stood behind me and said:
"please stand up." I got up. And he says
Rit: “Bend over, my love.” And helps me
bend over. And myself in the back.
I bent down, and he took me by the sides,
below the waist and began to guide his
the boy is into me. And penetrated me with
sweet moan. And then he moved.
This time it turned out something special
sweet. I came with a sharp scream, and he
literally behind me. For some reason he lowered
longer than ever. Literally filled it out
me. Everything flowed and flowed down my thighs
these whitish streams. I could barely stand
legs. My whole body was shaking.
The next day we went to visit
Lenka, let's go back, and Sasha is right in
the walker, as soon as I had time to take off my shoes, began to
cuddle up to me like yesterday in the bathroom.
And we didn't even take off our clothes. He's just for-
put the dress back on my back and pulled it down
my panties and hoarsely asked me
bent over. He was in a little hurry, and then
til before I finished. However, he is
understood and a little later, when we were already sitting
sat in front of the TV, came up to me, sat down on
the carpet, hugged my knees and pulled me
down onto the carpet. I sat on top of him. By-
it turned out so good!
We lived together for a month.For some reason I
I wondered what words we most often use
Lying to each other? Probably still "love-
blue." With all possible options.
We come up with affectionate names. He became
call me Kisa. Pussy. It seems kind
but I like my name better. Anya, Anya
chka, Anyuta, is it really bad? Told him about
this. He chuckled. He said, “okay,” but, feeling...
I believe that he would like to call me
in my own way.
Actually, I sometimes call it “co-
tick". He's not angry.
From the first of October we are moving to his
parents. But I really want to live from-
efficient.
October 5
Feelings.
Of all the feelings I've experienced during this
month, one of the most powerful is that
that I feel more and more often when it discharges
comes into me. That is, I feel the most
the pinnacle of love. That moment when you
sperm splashes out. The seed of my beloved-
th. My husband. From this I owe
be a child.
What is it like, this feeling? It's not true
what they write in romance novels. None
"tight and hotthere are no jets. What is there?
I thought for a long time about how to say this. Oh
that moment when my beloved descends into
me. The point is that this very moment
easily, so to speak, determined by external
signs of it. The way he is, my Sasha,
shudders, groans. But I'm talking about someone else. Oh mo-
I feel the sensation directly in my girl-
ke. What do I feel? And I found how I
seems to be the right word. I feel
the gentle push of his seed. One, two,
third. The first one is the strongest. But strong
ny is conditional. It's barely noticeable, just
the rest are even weaker. And no "stormy"
streams".
Another thing is that the secret fluid
for some reason it doesn’t stay in me and flows out
on my thighs. On the sheet. That is, her
sperm, a lot. More than I can handle
nope.
Another incredibly sharp sensation -
it is the sensation of a naked body. Absolutely
naked. When it, the body of a loved one,
still slightly cool, these first mi-
hugs, honestly - goosebumps
skin with delight.
After all, I admit, I’m ashamed of my
naked body, although I know that it is no worse,
than other women my age. But,
I'm embarrassed. Sasha laughs at me
he always has to overcome mine
resistance to undress me. Resistant
I'm hesitant, reallyyes, out of habit.
The first days of life with his parents I
I was most afraid that they would hear how
we play noisily. I pressed my lips together so as not to
moan. It also turned out that the bed
creaks terribly. And already on the very first night Sa-
Sha pulled me by the hand, and we lay down on the floor.
On the carpet. At first I was under him. And through
half an hour - he is under me.
The next day we did it while sitting
on a chair. Sasha was sitting, and I felt like he was
saddled. But for some reason he didn’t let go. By-
Then he put me at the table, and he himself
hugged me from behind. And completed everything without
with small jerks.
October 10
Jealousy.
I'm jealous of him. Why was he late at work?
those?
At the wedding I saw his work colleagues
those who came to congratulate us. It was
and several young girls, they looked
quite impressive. I tried, as if
casually, find out what kind of mutual relations he has
relationships at work with the weaker sex. He
laughs it off, but I don't like it. to me
I don’t like that he’s delayed at all
at work.
I'm jealous ofpast.
He admitted to me that he had close
kind of relationship with two girls. First
once again at school. Who is she - his first love
God? Silent. She says it happened to her
only twice. I can't believe it.
The second time - at the institute. And as if too
quickly separated.
I convince myself. That I'm not jealous of him
I'm not jealous. But in the end - I’m still jealous -
she.
I remember how he wanted
I kissed him, so to speak, in places.
So, he had this happen to someone before
and he apparently liked it?
I’m even a little jealous of Lenka. I feel
that he is interested in talking to her.
They willingly “involve me” in their conversations, but
It seems to me that I don’t reach their level.
I'm missing something. No, not intellectual
but something purely natural, maybe
just a sense of humor.
And I would like Sasha to experience
there is not only carnal interest in me. Told-
I told him this, but he laughed and replied,
that I'm exaggerating, that he's interested in me
from all sides. "You, darling, are on everyone's
good in the ranks!" For some reason I started crying
it seemed to me that he was mocking me
Yes. We made up quickly. In bed.
And two days ago we did it at the
kind. Sasha said: "Let's go for a walk in
forest" Andadded in a whisper: “Take our
plaid". My heart began to pound as if
he invited me on a secret date. And as if
We are not husband and wife. And it’s like it’s the first time.
Beautiful autumn forest. We're completely gone
not far. Endless sandy beach. Co-
dreams, the sound of the wind in their peaks. We're fast
found a place such that we didn’t have any
the side was not visible. We laid our
plaid I was a little scared, what if someone...
will pass by at that moment when we...
And then I noted to myself that awareness
the danger of being caught gives some
a completely new, sharp feeling. Like
ordinary words: "Do you love me?" "I love".
But at the same time he looks to the right, then to
to the left, is there anyone nearby? I'm tense
so much so that he is unable to immediately
come into me.
"Well, girl, well, come on, well, what are you doing"
he whispers in a passionate voice. I'm spreading
legs and I think, what if someone is looking at
us and sees me in this position? Sasha without-
kisses me passionately and caresses me with his fingers there,
below, I close my eyes, I try to...
be about my ctpaxax and suddenly I feel
that he finally made it through and with difficulty, but
still enters me, he groans, and I pr-
I love him, he’s mine, mine, mine.
Surprisingly, I take off unexpectedly
quickly, a spasm pierces me, I bckpu-
I nod, I feel good, I want him to be mine
husband, my man, my male, got itthis,
that I'm on top, that I want him
caught up with me so that he could give me his seed, I
female, I want to conceive, I want a child from a non-
go, let me down, my beloved, I'm waiting
your seed, I'm choking, I love you,
what have you brought me to, I scream in passion
give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, I'm dying from
love for you, pour out into me, and we
let's prolong life, otherwise why are we here...
Darling!
And, oh, joy, as if through a dream I hear
his animal roar, he does something completely different
movement, I know what it means, mine
the body trembles convulsively and I unexpectedly
I bite him on the shoulder myself, I feel
that there is a mystery happening in me, I
I accept his seed, he releases it into me,
more, more, come on, darling, come on, come on.
Oh! Oh! Oh my! Oh my! Ooh! Everything...
I'm no more. No Anechka.
"Anya, are you crying? Anya!"
Where am I? I don't have the strength to open my eyes. What is he
asked? Oh yes, it seems like there really are tears
flow from the eyes. I remember reading somewhere
la that orgasm can be so strong that
the woman begins to sob. Am I really too
did it get this far?
I'm trying to open my eyes. I don't get anything
is expected. I feel like he's wiping my face...
with a handkerchief. "What's wrong with you, Anya?" - in
his voice is alarmed.
“I’m the one who came so hard,” I whisperI
finally. He kisses me.
Something fell on my hand. I open my eyes
for. The first thing I see is a squirrel, it
sitting on a branch literally a meter above us
and looks with curiosity at what we are doing in
her possessions. Apparently she dropped a piece of shi-
Shki on my hand.
“And I know what we’ll name our daughter,”
I whisper with dry lips.
- How? - asks Sasha.
“Bella,” I say.
- Why?
- Lie on your back, just quietly, and you
you'll see.
He lies down next to him, looks up and laughs.
Yes.
- What if it’s a boy? - he asks.
“It will be a girl,” I say confidently. -
Bella. Squirrel.
October 15
Other men.
No, there are no other men in the world for me
no. Although I exist for other men too
I'm somewhat flattered. Yesterday they sent it
friends from work, we talked for a long time and I
noticed that his immediate attention
The boss looks at me furtively.
On the street I catch myselfinterested-
men's views. And two days ago
some Georgian on the bus gave in at first
place, and then, when it became freer,
sat down next to him and began to have a conversation. I'm half-
I lived my hand so that he could see my appearance
initial ring, but it doesn’t fit him
it worked. I got rid of it by force.
By the way, Sasha stopped wearing his uniform
initial ring. Reason, "it distracts him
from work." Indeed, I noticed
that when he wore the ring, he always
twisted it on my finger using my fingers
other hand. Maybe it really does interfere. But
I don't like that he goes without a ring.
I noted to myself that Sasha and I had become
play a little less often than before. Yes I am
I remembered that we did this twice in a row
did only the first three weeks of our
local life. But now - once and
not even every day. Of course, then
he was on vacation, but now he’s working and
gets tired. What if these are excuses and he has cooled down
to me? How can I check this?
October 20
Parents and others.
Parents are easy. Parents are
difficult. We seemed to have forgotten the first month o
them.
Others are hisbrother, his friends, mine
friends. They didn't seem to be there either. But
it turned out - they exist.
Especially parents, if you live with them in
one apartment.
Last night Sasha wrote something for a hundred
crowbar, I went up to him, and he took it and noca-
pulled me onto his lap. Door to the hall
was open, I heard someone's steps. By-
I come back, I’m Sasha’s mother standing in the doorway
and looks at us. And how he looks! As if
We make love in front of her.
Or am I not her son’s wife and am shamelessly
fell into his lap. In a word, strictly
everything.
So, under her gaze I
stood up like a guilty schoolgirl.
Actually, she treats me well.
Like cbekop. However, I don't feel like it at all
it seems that the mother-in-law is so significant
is silent. It would be better if she spoke out. Sno-
you remembered a joke.
October 25
Sincerity.
I found the strength to tell him that
I don't want to today. I'm tired. He understood. But,
seems upset. Probably got me tired
this terrible city transport. me
I felt nauseous all evening after the trip to
aunt. Gen.
Everyday life became noticeable. When we lived with Sasha-
brother, then my young husband helped
to me in everything. It was worth moving to his parents
tell us how he practically stopped doing this
do. I think that's what he does
because he doesn't want his mommy
I saw what he was doing, the so-called
women's work. Wash dishes, floors. Or
at least help with this. We ate and all ears
guys, and I stay in the kitchen as Zo-
lushki. I want to talk to him about this.
But he got ahead of me and unexpectedly conspired
ril about a friend. Even to describe it somehow...
The fact is that I have already received several times
it was so bad that I was cumming, but he wasn’t yet, and
moreover, if first he quickly won over me
understood, then it turned out that, as it were,
th. Sasha understood this and tells me:
- Anechka, you can very well help me
catch up with you.
Should I help him? How?
- You, when you feel that you’re about to-
here, take it and touch it with your fingers
cuckoo Just lightly. Just
swipe it lightly and that's it. Come on, I'll show you-
be - how.
And he took my hand and pulled it down
and showed where it is neededtouch. I say-
Chala, I didn’t know how to react. Bo-
first, I realized that those, the other two were his
his girlfriends apparently did this to him. Otherwise,
How would he know all this?
Bo secondly, I thought that I was in the end
you just need to go to the library and fix
say something on this topic. I'm too sick
gray
And that same night, as I was finishing, I heard him
a plaintive moan, “touch me, touch me.”
And I touched it and was amazed at the result.
By God, it was like pulling a cork out of a bottle...
bottles with champagne. He started cumming right away
same, with a groan and a cry.
Wow, why didn’t I talk about this before?
was anything known? And Lenka remained silent,
Was there really no such weapon in her arsenal?
Zhiya?
My parents must have heard our screams.
She looked at me too sternly this morning
mother-in-law I was tempted to say: “mamo-
darling, I learned how to give your son a favor
pleasant."
I want to live separately.
October 30
Result.
I'm pregnant.
I realized this completely unexpectedly. me
it became againfeel nauseous, I remember again
nila about the bus, but right there, like lightning,
I was struck by the thought that I was delayed
comes out. Moreover, it’s already decent. I didn't
I won’t tell anyone anything, but I’ll run
see a doctor.
Our aunt is a nice gynecologist. Back in
looked after us at school. She probably
noe, was the only person in the city
Yes, who knew exactly which of us schoolgirls
remained at the borders of girlhood, and who, and
when he lost his property.
And so I rushed to her. She nocmotpe-
la, chuckled with satisfaction, sent to
analysis (cito!), I returned to her, and she
hugged me like a daughter and said:
"Congratulations, my girl, you take-
mehha."
I almost burst into tears. Bo, like hanepe-
lived. And I tell her: “thank you, Zi-
Naida Semyonovna." We both burst out laughing.
I came home and kept quiet. Mother in law walks
strict. I feel that her silence means
asks: “Where have you been for three hours, bride-
shka?" “I’m heavy, mother!” - I wanted
tell me to her. No, I won't tell her
first. In the evening my Sasha will come, he
I'll tell you first. If only the doctor didn't
greeted my mother. They are friends.
Like this. I am pregnant. My diary is
no longer a newlywed diary. And good.
Now I will have other worries. Pro-
Hello, my diary!Two months of family life are behind us. How
did they pass? I re-read my notes. You can
to think that in our lives there was only
sex. This is both true and not true. Was it necessary?
Should I describe everything so frankly? Don't know.
But I was uckpehha.
And she wrote the truth.
Who will judge me?
And is there a judge for truth?
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