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Nindza e domakin i prv ke zapocne :

Dve sliki , dve boi I dve cuvstva 

Beshe toa prijatna topla vecer. Eden chovek sedeshe pred polupraznata chaska so viski pred nego. Od vreme na vreme poglednuvashe vo casovnikot, koj se naogashe nad lambata zakacena na zidot. Vo sobata beshe polumrak , a lambata sjaeshe vo bledo portokalova boja tokmu dovolno da ne se oseti sam taa vecher. Otpi od chaskata I se nasmevna. Vo sobata blago prodiraa zvucite od muzikata od spalnata soba. Vo toj moment pocna negovata omilena numera … blag instrumental od kolekcijata Café del Mar. Pogledna vo chashata…beshe poluprazna. Ja otpi do kraj … I povtorno pogledna vo chasovnikot.

Vreme e pomisli – covekot. Go izvadi shisheto , ja napolni chashata povtorno i izleze od stanot.

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Vo racete go drzeshe kistot I kriticki se osvrnuvashe , pedantno I vesto na sekoj najmal detal . Gledajki ja odsrana bi mozelo da se pomisli deka e zadovolna . Povtorno se zagleda vo svoeto delo, uporno gledajki I barajki nedostatok… no taa vecher ne mozeshe da go najde. Mozebi toa I ja voznemiruvashe devojkata vecno zaljubena vo ubavinata, vo podstrekot …zaljubena vo zivotot. Po dolgo vreme taa vide nesto prekrasno ubavo I harmonicno, I site boi igraa vo prekrasna igra , I senkite kako odednash da zaziveaa vo magichen tanc pred nejzinite ochi. Toa beshe momentot koj edinstveno ja praveshe celosno zadovolna, celosno bezbedna odlutana vo svojot mal svet , kade vladee ona I nejzinite boi.

Sakashe toj moment da potrae, da bide vecno so nea, no momentot naednash pomina . Devojkata se nasmea I go ostavi zadovolno kistot I boite. Momentot na opushtenost I ubavina vazno bea otslikani vo nejzinata glava I toa nikoj nema da moze da I go odzeme.

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Devojkata poleka izleze od taxito. Se osvrna naokolu I pozadi nea beshe covekot. Taa se nasmea . Covekot ja pogledna I vozvrati so nasmevka. Pred nego beshe devojka koja bi ja progoltal so pogled, no vnimatelno se vozdrza od toa.

Ajde ideme, blisku e – izgovori tivko covekot I I podade raka .

Poleka chekorea . Odvreme navreme se nasmevnuvaa  a toj vnimavashe da ne primeti kako ja poglednuva so strast I zadovolstvo. A negovite ochi se zadrzhuvaa na nejzinata ubava nevina nasmevka. Posaka da ja pogali po nejzinata ubava crno crvena  kratka kosa.Posaka da ja dopre I da gi proba tie usni. No ne go stori toa… poleka chekorea… odvreme navreme prefrluvajki si po nekoja chudna shega koja mozebi samo tie na celiot svet ja razbiraa.

Sedni izgovori toj . Pocnaa da razgovaraat a toj se pochuvstvuva povtorno smiren. Zborea opushteno, za se I sesto, kako da se znaat so godini, zborea , a toj se obiduvashe da izmami sto poveke nasmevki na nejzinoto prekrasno lice. Mu uspevashe toa. Miliot pogled na devojakata mu davashe élan da prodolzhi.Zboruvashe uporno so nasmevka na liceto, za se I sesto, za ludite dogodovstini, za ljubovta, za drogata, za opustenosta , za se sto mozeshe da mu padne na pamet. A taa samo se nasmevnuvashe, I beshe tolku mila I nevina da covek ednostavno posaka da ja pregrne I zasekogash zastiti.

Naednash zastana so zboruvanjeto. I pogledna kon polupraznata chasha … Molcheshe

Zasto zamolche ? - go zaprasha devojkata. 

Sakash da gi vidish slikite … - ja zaprasha I stana .

Bez da cheka odgovor … I ja podade rakata I izgovori …dojdi..

Devojkata poleka gi razgleduvashe . Nekoi chudni , nekoi mozebi interesni. Dodeka razgleduvashe… covekot ja razgleduvashe nea… posakuvashe da ja dopre… tokmu kako sto gi dopirashe svoite dela koi visea na zidovite… da ja prenese svojata strast na nea… tokmu kako na negovite sliki…

Neprimetno pomina pozadi nea I dodeka taa gledashe, gi stavi nezno racete na nejzinata polovina I nezno ja poljubi po vratot . Sleduvashe baknez dolg I strasten. Dodeka se ljubea negovite race sharaa po nejzinoto mlado telo.  

Ne kazaa ni zbor I ne prekinaa da se ljubat. Bez zbor I bez zadrshka, pocna da ja otkopchuva.

Poleka, poleka – izgovori devojkata I pocna samata da se soblekuva dodeka toj ja ljubeshe . Rakata mu beshe veke vo nejzinite gakicki … beshe vlazna… Bez zbor I gi rashiri nezno nozete i se spushti do nejzinite butini. Nezno pocna da ja ljubi nejzinata malecka, nezno so usnite proagashe po nea. Taa se nasmevnuvashe I go gledashe so mala doza na sram koja se nazirashe . Se ispravi I ja poljubi , I poleka navleze vo nea.Za moment ja oseti seta nejzina vlaznost I ubavina. Sekoj dopir kako dopir na platnoto , nezen a grub, odmeren a haoticen… nivnite tela poleka pocnaa da davaat edna prekrasna slika. Slika na strast koja pocnuva da se razgoruva .

Ne razmisluvajki, ja povleche za kosata I ja priblizi do negoviot penis. Kontrolata beshe veke vo negovi race. A nejzinite usni dlaboko pominuvaa po negovata dolzina. Toj se opushti I uzivashe vo gletkata… pred nego beshe devojka koja saka da zadovoli..i koja uziva vo toa.

Dojdi reche toj I sedna na foteljata… Ne I trebaa zborovi , kako da znaeshe sto saka … sedna na nego, I pocna ritmicki da se dvizi po nego . Ja zagraba povtorno za kosata…I ja priblizi kon sebe. Baknez… dolg …kako vecnost… go izluduvashe… A taa ne prekinuvashe so svojata igra na negoviot penis . Se iskachuvashe pojako I pojako…

Svrti se I naredi … taka baby…

Ne cekashe ni mig taa veke beshe svrtena so ubavoto napucheno gaze na negoviot k*r. Ke izludeshe od gletkata… vajano gazence se lizgashe po negoviot k*r… I poleka no sigurno go vodeshe kon ekstazata.

Uhhh, stani … ja povleche za kosata I ja podigna . Pocna da navleguva vo nea se pojako I pojako dodeka taa beshe potprena na zidot.. Se pojako I pojako … se dodeka ne pocna da ja oseka, se dodeka ne pocna da ja oseka ekstazata koja nadoagashe. Beshe dlaboko vo nea… izluden od nejziniot miris I nejzinata ubavina…

Svrshuvam reche… Svrshuvashe po parketot I odednash samo ja zagraba za nejzinata kosa… I ja doblizi nasilnicki do nego. Taa klekna i go zema iscicuvajki gi poslednite negovi kapki. Ja drzeshe cvrsto sakajki ekstazata da trae… I traeshe…

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Nevino go gledashe no ochite I sjaea vo polumrakot. Ochi na dete, ochi na bludnica… ochi polni so zelba, ochi zbuneti no mozebi srekni…

Sakashe ushte da slika so nejzinoto telo , sakashe da ja oseti nejzinata vnatreshnost se poveke I poveke. 

Pustija nekoi smesni reklami na TV a toj se pribra pozadi nea I ja gushna. A taa kako detence se vmushna vo negovite cvrsti pregratki. Toj pocuvstvuva bliskost, zelba za neznost…nesto sto odamna beshe zabraneto za nego. A toa beshe tuka …vo negovite pregratki.

Ne mozeshe da odolee. Posaka da odslika ljubov… ovoj pat ljubov … da otslika toplina so nivnite tela … I ja pregrna… poleka pocnuvajki da vodi ljubov so nea. Nezno , navleguvaki vo nea, ljubejki ja pri sekoe naredno vleguvanje… ne sakashe nitu da smeni nisto …ednostavno uzivashe vo nea. Spoeni tela … baknezi vo nokta … nejzinite vozdishki… koi se smenuvaa…kako nijansi na beskrajno golemo platno pocnaa da sozdavaat zaedno.

Ama e dobro…vozdivna taa tivko…A na nego samo toa mu trebashe … prifakanje…slatko prifakanje… harmonija na dve tela … I ne go ispustashe toj mig …ne ja ispustashe nea od negovata pregratka… a dvizenjata mu se zabrzuvaa…se pobrzo I pobrzo a taa se topeshe vo negovite pregratki … Naednash vo negovata glava se spoia site boi, site nijansi I mirisi koi moze edna zena da gi podari I toj svrshi… I padna do nea… Ja pregrna…I ja povleche kon sebe… vo toj moment oseti ljubov…  kako da saka da toj mig prodolzi zasekogash vo negovata glava… Ovoj mig nema da moze nikoj da mi go odzeme si pomisli toj se nasmea I nezno ja bakna.

 za prikaznata. Jas ne ja ni procitav...mnogu e dolga. Da sakav da citam tolku, ke otvorev kniga.

Src zs vakov kraj?

Ninga e ninga ali vakov kraj

Src zs vakov kraj?

ima pravo Angle, ima i takvi so ne im odi angliski bas naj.....

aj raskazi na naski  ama na kratko , treba da farbam jajca

Ne sum denes po pisuvanjeto zatoa utre dve ke napisam.

Lost love

Paul's life has not been the same since Raven left. Dark clouds of gloom and despair now cover where once the sun shine rays of hope and love. The warmth of the tropics, with it's high heat and humidity indexes, Is now a perennial blanket of winter coldness and loneliness. His soul is barren, like the countryside of the Northern states where life seems to stop during the winter mouths as fear as darkness overcomes the senses, and people seek refuge inside their homes awaiting the arrival of spring. But, for Paul, that spring longing is as distant as the depth of the firmament. He misses her, he needs her, and much to Paul's regret, realize that the chance to spend the rest of their lives together is now over. Raven, who once was the center of Paul's life and the goal of his dreams, is now a beautiful and sad figment of Paul's imagination. He met Raven 2 years ago at work. Raven worked for a foreign airline at the international airport. Paul was a Deputy Sheriff, on his 2nd tour of duty at the airport. Both of them where always their in the afternoons. The day they met, it was early in the day, in the middle of the week. That day Paul wasn't supposed to be their in the area where he was. Instead, Paul was scheduled for packing shoots in the warehouse area. Somehow, something happened, and he ended up in the office. Paul found an elderly guy, an obvious mental patient, who was acting dangerously strange in the waiting area of the departure gate, and decided to investigate his behavior. After determining that he was a passenger on a flight bound for South America. Paul entered the aircraft to speak to the Captain. His partner Brian, remained at the door of the cockpit. Paul explained the situation to the pilot and suggested that he step outside and talk to this guy to decide for himself if he would have him on his fight, or not. It was then a vision of beauty and angelical caught my attention. Standing at the door of the aircraft was a young woman, beautiful, delicate, and poised, In her airline uniform, with her blonde hair combed into the latest style, Paul couldn't help but admire her beautiful hazel eyes, and her nice tanned skin. They looked at each other for a few seconds, long enough to make Paul forget his mission for a moment and feel intrigued by this captivating woman whom Paul have never seen before. "What a hottie," I told my partner. "Oh, that's only Raven," Brian replied, telling Paul he know her. "Well, the gal is dead sexy," Paul told Brian, thinking Brain was referring to Raven as being he's girlfriend. They finished their assignment and left the aircraft, and for a moment Paul had a premonition that this encounter, one which neither one of us spoke to one another, Would have an everlasting effect in his life. Paul just didn't imagine the magnitude of what those few seconds would become in the years to come. Time passed. Days gave way to weeks, months, and with the passing of time, new experiences; The airport is a very interesting and intense place to work. There were happy and sad days. somedays were stressful and others very relaxing. For those of us, on the verge of retirement, the airport assignments represents not only reward for years of honorable service, but also a chance to increase their friendship and meet new people, Well deserved break from the pressures and dangers of being a lawyer. Paul saw Raven every afternoon, as Brian and Paul would pass by Raven's counter and they stopped to say hello. Raven a very friendly and outgoing gal, She usually left the area behind the counter to kiss my partner Brian on the cheek. However, Raven would never kiss Paul, not even talk to him except to say hello!!! "What's wrong with me," I asked Brian one day. "I don't know, perhaps you are too ugly," he joked. They laughed about his comment and went on with our routine but, somehow, in the back of Paul's mind, the thought of her kissing Brain and ignoring him bothered Paul. At 25, Paul is a daily jogger and martial arts expert. With short blonde hair and Blue eyes, 5'10, weights 155lbs, and always wearing Wanglers and a T-shirt in an impeccable manner, Paul didn't consider myself an object of repulsion...... Why? Paul would ask myself. Why doesn't she even talk to him? Paul meets many people at the airport. It is hard, actually impossible, not to meet men and women, working around the clock. Some of the employees hold 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet. The work force of the airport consists of one entire shift of men and women, working around the clock. Some of the women Paul met became good friends of mine, and invariably, there were a couple of short-lived relationships. But, no matter whom Paul was with, and were ever Paul was, the thought of Raven's eyes staring at him, and Raven's friendly smile and welcoming spirit came to mind. It was an instant flash reminder that she was somewhere near him, that Paul should seek Raven. Approximately nine months ago, Paul started to become involved with a very nice lady whom he met at the airport. They went out to dinner, sat at home listening to music, etc.; It was during these encounters that Raven's Flash thoughts came to his mind with increasing intensity. Paul decided that there was no use in pursuing any relationship with someone else as long as his mind kept harboring Raven's presence. Paul increased the frequency of his visits to the ticket counter and asked his supervisor to assign him, as often as possible, to the area where Raven worked. Paul wanted to be near her to get to know Raven better, to try to understand why this person, whom Paul didn't even know and whose name Paul had hard time remembering, was becoming so deep rooted in his mind. Paul needed to understand himself, he's feelings, if there were any for her. Paul just didn't know what they were. Their days off were different. They worked together only three days out of the weekend, that's when Paul had first impression that his feelings for Raven were more than a simple curiosity; During the days when they were off, Paul anxiously awaited to see her again. Funny, Paul didn't even know her, Raven didn't even know his name, but there was something in his heart that was telling him to find her, to let her know Paul was there. At work, Paul had a chance to observe Raven actions. Refined, educated, always treating her customers with the highest, ladylike respect. Even in the face of scorn and disrespect, Raven showed her class, and when compassion and understanding were needed, Raven radiated the warmth and comfort to those in need, that only a woman of her highest distinction can provide. Paul began to feel scared about his own feelings. Paul didn't want to admit it but Paul thought he was falling in love with this woman. It is impossible to know Raven and not fall in love with her. Not only is she a beautiful woman in body and in spirit, but she also maintains an aura of respectability and compassion that Paul had never known before. Men may be the "stronger sex," but it's the so-called "weakness" of a woman that moves and motivates men. Men maybe the heads, but women are the body upon which that head rests and without which, the head could not think and act. If this premise is true, Paul was the head while Raven was becoming the body upon which Paul would depend to understand his fate and forge his future. Raven would be the foundation upon which Paul was going to find the love that life had denied him, and the happiness that would reward his dedication and devotion to that special one who would occupy a place in his heart. One day, Brain and Paul approached the ticket counter, just to say hello as they always do everyday. Raven as usual, came from behind and kissed Brian, and then she walked toward Paul and kissed me on the cheek. His legs felt numb, he's knees buckled and Paul froze for a few seconds. Paul thinks that Raven noticed it because she looked at him, and smiled, and returned to work. It was November of last year, just before thanksgiving, Paul instantly knew what he wanted for the holidays; Paul had already found the best gift! It was a divine apparition, the answer to all his prayers, the light of hope Paul so desperately needed to shine the path his life would take from there on; Paul wanted Raven! Paul was afraid of what he was feeling for Raven love, and the need to be with her and no one else. The greatest miracle of humanity had begun to take place in his life. Paul was scheduled for vacation in December, the whole month, and took advantage of the opportunity to get away from the airport during those four weeks to self examine his feelings and himself. Paul thought that, if they were just an infatuation, then they would go away. Paul prayed that they would go away! Raven, Paul likes her name, is no ordinary woman. Raven's "A Lady," a woman for keeps, a woman for a man to have at his side, in the home or in the outside world. Raven was not a toy to play with and, Paul didn't want to hurt her in any way. Paul returned to work in January, confused about his feelings, afraid to ever face her again. Paul tried to console himself by thinking Raven was a happily married woman, with kids and a home, and that he was just succumbing to some romantic fantasy. Raven wore a ring on her ring finger, but he couldn't tell if it was a wedding ban or just jewelry. Paul should have asked, but he was afraid to. Looking back to those days, Paul was sure that he was afraid of finding out the truth. Paul visits to the counter were now more often. A casual stop and go became hours of standing next to the counter. Nobody seemed to mind. Who would mind having a policeman with a black belt in karate standing by? Paul was a very welcomed commodity, a freebie. In return, this gave him a chance to examine at close range this fascinating woman who had, unknown to her, become the possessor of all his thoughts and aspirations. Paul tried different approaches to let her know that she interested him, that Paul cared. Compliments, fibs such as, "The terminal is a dangerous place for a woman to walk around alone, You should hire a bodyguard, May I apply?" Paul said, and to her words and actions that should have made her aware that Paul felt something special for her. Nothing elicited a response from Raven other than a smile, and a genuine "Thank You." In the meantime, Paul noticed that he had changed completely. Paul was no longer interested in admiring the beauty of other women, nor did he care to join his coworkers in "Bull Ridin' Practices," and outings to the local lounges after work. Nothing or nobody enticed him except Raven. His whole world, his attitude toward the others, his every desires, dreams and hopes, had only one name; Raven. Then something happened which defined his feelings for Raven once and for all. In the spring, Raven's son was involved in a serious automobile accident and was rushed to the hospital, unconscious. Paul found out when he went to the counter and casually asked her coworkers where raven was. Then he was told what had happened, he wanted to rush to the hospital to be with her, to put his arms around her and offer her solace and support, to let her know that there was a man there for her, to ley her lean her head on his shoulder, to wipe her tears on his shirt, to hold her in his arms and tell her that she was not alone, that he felt and shared her pain, that no matter the out come of the day, Raven would not face the dark of night alone. That he would be there for her till the end. Paul had to stop himself from thinking any further. Most likely, she wasn't alone at the hospital. Raven's husband, he figured, would be there also. Paul had to get a hold of he's thoughts and think that his place was not there, now anyway. He called the hospital to inquire as to the boy's condition. Not knowing Raven's son name or Raven's last name either, He couldn't get any information. The only he was able to ascertain was that no teen-age boy had died from an auto accident. That was good news after all. Later on he found out that Raven was divorced and that there was no "Mr." in her life. That was the day Paul knew for sure that he had fallen in love with Raven, there was no other way to look at it. He loved this woman to death, more than his own life, and he had to let her know. Fortunately, her boy's injuries were not serious at all and he was discharged from the hospital the following day. When Paul saw her that morning, she looked tired, upset and worried, and with each second passing Paul had to control his urge to hold her in his arms and reassure her that everything would be all right. It would be! Paul wasn't going to let it happen any other way. The following Sunday, was Easter Sunday, they were both off. Paul bought some roses and left them for Raven in her office. Paul wanted to cheer Raven up. Most of all, Paul wanted to tell her that he loved her. The words, however, were not coming out. Just the expression of what he was feeling. From that day on they saw each other more often. With every phone call he could tell that Raven was becoming more interested in him. Was she falling in love with Paul? He asked himself. Paul was afraid of the answer. He feared not to be able to live to her expectations and needs. Paul wanted to be the best man she ever found, the pinnacle of her dreams, the man who would care for her and her son. In turn, Paul saw in her the woman with whom he would want to grow old, and whose eyes, he hoped, would be the last ones he would see before leaving to meet his maker. Paul wanted them to be the only purposes of living. There relationship developed into one of love, affection, and devotion for one another. They meet for lunch, dinner, at Raven's home after work for a glass of wine, to cuddle, and unwind after a long day at the office. They'd go to the beach and seat under the stars and to make plans for their future together. The moon over Wikki beach has never been so beautiful as the night Raven and Paul sat in the back of her jeep, sipping a glass of wine in each others arms, as they made planes for a wedding and a life to the year after. There children, They decided early in the relationship, they would be top priority for both of them. Raven would be the first Lady of his life. Paul, in return, the man of raven dreams, the one who'd right every wrong that life had dealt her in the past. So many plans they formulated, the home they would buy, the trips they would take, the kids' college education, even adopting a little girl so Raven would have the daughter that she always wanted to have, but couldn't. For a month their relationship flourished and bloomed. Like an exotic, delicate flower that needs tender attention, Paul cared for Raven to her every needs and desires. Paul wanted to elevate her to a pedestal to venerate and worship her as the goddess of his life, which she was. Paul wanted to place her high above the dangers of the elements so as to insulate her from pain and deceit. Paul wanted only the best for her. Raven is a wonderful, God sent woman. There was not enough love in me to show her what she meant for him. And then, Paul destroyed all their dreams and hopes in a moment of selfish, stupidity and unfounded jealousy! Paul acted irrationally, immature, and worst of all, He showed an undeserved mistrust of her loyalty for him. Paul said things he shouldn't have said. He wrote a letter that he shouldn't have written. The words came across hard, cold, far from everything that his heart and brains in exchange for a moment of ignorance and animal behavior. For Raven, who gave her whole heart to him, unselfishly, with the candor and softness that only a woman like her can give, Paul's actions were an unforgiving transgression. Her female and human prides were, crumbled to the ground with the domino effect intensity of an annihilate earthquake. Raven's departure from his life left him crushed, worthless, feeling sh*ty and useless. The pain is unbearable, the feeling of dejection and loneliness paralyses, and Paul have no desire to see the future a head of him. Paul wish he could turn back the clock of time a few days, when a minute of ego and macho obfuscation turned his life to a living hell. He misses the look in her eyes staring into his as if saying, "I'm yours, forever." He longs for her company, her devotion, and all the things that went on between them. He now look at the night sky with the full moon over Hawai'i and feel her presence next to him, in his arms, as they did that last night then went out by the ocean. the sounds of the waves striking the shore remind him of her voice telling him that she would always wait for him, That she was his and nobody else's. Perhaps if she would let him talk to her. Perhaps if she would forgive me. Perhaps if she would see his pain. Perhaps if Paul had seen the pain he would bring into her life with his jealousy prior to doing what he did and said. Perhaps if he had though before he acted. Perhaps if he had deserved and appreciate her and all the love she had to give. But Paul didn't.. He should have known she was too good for him, that he didn't merit such a relationship, or woman. Now, Paul has to pay the price of he human errors. He wander alone, lonely, and hopelessly feeling the pain of the disappointment he caused not only to her, but himself as well. He'll never love again as he loved her. He'll never look for or find another Raven. Women of her essence only appear once in a man's lifetime. He had blew it. Raven, the love of his life, is now gone forever. He hopes that she finds the happiness she is entitled to and that he so badly wanted to give her. He hopes that she remembers that, the way that he loved her, nobody has or will, even with his mistakes. And, if she ever finds it in her heart to forgive him and give him another chance, He'd be waiting on his knees to beg for her forgiveness...... Paul wants to learn. He need to learn about life and living. Paul wants to learn it from, and be with her. In the midst of so much despair, he thanks God for having given him the opportunity to experience life and love in the from of Raven. He has never received such an immaculate and pure example of love as he did from this woman, a deity who came into his life and left such a mark in his heart. Paul's love will be hers, now & forever. Till death do these heart part......

A Fairy Tale Night

Once upon a time, there was a young woman of the age 18. She had Waited her whole life to have a boyfriend. This is the story of her dream come true.
A young Woman, a senior in highschool, had wanted so badly for her dream to come true like Cinderella's dream came true. She wanted to have at least one night with Prince Charming. See, this young woman had never had a boyfriend in her life, and most of the girls her age have had many, many boyfriends. So she was very jealous. Although she was popular, she was very picky on who she wanted to be with, which is why she never had a boyfriend. Many guys liked her, but none of them had ever told her they did because they were too worried they would get turned down. They had no clue that she cried herself to sleep every night, wanting a botfriend to hold her and tell her all of her troubles were going to be over soon. None of the boys were couragious enough to tell her how they felt about her, so she would lay in agony every night thinking she was too ugly to have a boyfriend. Her girl-friends always told her not to worry about guys because they were nothing but trouble, and that she was too pretty for a bofriend anyways. Her friend's advice never helped her out very much, so she kept being scared of the future, thinking she'd be lonely for the rest of her life.
At The school dance comming up, she told one of her better guy friends that she'd go with him. She went with him because they were close friends. Her best friend was taking the guy that she really wanted to take. It was an awcward sittuation because her friend wanted to go with who she was taking, and she wanted to take who her friend was taking.
The big dance came up, and when the girl got there, she made all the boys stare because of her beauty. After her date and she got their table, her date left to dance with her best friend. She sat at her table and watched her best friend dance with her date. She was sad that her date had left her for her best friend.
About Twenty minutes passed and she hadn't seen her best friend's date. She wondered if he left, and she got the idea to leave herself. As she grabbed her coat and perse, and walked down the steps of the dance hall, she felt something pull on her dress. When she turned around, to se what was pulling on her dress, she saw the handsome face of her friend's date looking at her in shock.
"Why are you leaving the dance?" he asked her. He looked at her as though he didn't want her to leave.
"My date is dancing with my friend," she anwered with a face as though it upset her, but she accepted her friend's decision.
"Won't you stay and talk with me for a while?" he asked with fear of rejection.
She sat down and looked at him smiling. She nodded her head. As the two talked, he explained to her how she was anything but ugly, and how he had a crush on her since the day highschool started. She had explained to him that she felt the same way.
"Will you come in and dance with me?" he asked.
She nodded and he took her hand and walked her in. As they began to dance, she told him of her dreams to meet her Prince Charming. And he asked her if he could be her prnce charming. She looked at him and smiled. He spun her around to where he could hug her from behind her, and he whispered in her ear," I've always wanted to be a Prince Charming. I just never thought it would be with a Princess so beautiful."
Right at that moment, The tears started rolling down her face. He put his head one her shoulder, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. He, then, turned her around and her face fell with the emberassment of her tears. He lifted her face up to his, and kissed her on the nose. He hugged her tight and whispered in her ear," Everything will be alright. All of your troubles will soon go away."

SO STORI  ANGELCE.....

DAJTE NESTO KRATKO I INTERESNO

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I jas sum za!

Motorcycle crash love story

Girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No it's not. Please, it's too scary!

Angelce, se stresov od tvojata prikazna! Super e!

The Gift

Justin and Cathy were the best of friends. They tell there deepest secret to each other and give some pieces of advice. That's how close they are, but there is one secret Cathy never dared to tell Justin, she loves him more than the bond of there friendship.

Sta rechi ? Shta rechi na ovom praznom listu koji treba da prikupi sve moje emocije , svu moju energiju , svu moju ljubav ka jednoj savrshenoj zeni. Zeni devojci, carobnici I ljubavnici, zeni koja ne zna koliku moc ima nada mnom .

Setio sam se ispricacu Vam pricu o jednom cvetu .

Toga jutra, kako je to cudno kako svaka moja tuzna ljubavna prica pocinje sa ovom recenicom… dakle toga jutra osetio sam se tuzno I jadno, uplasheno I ponovo je preovladao osecaj da cu izgubiti sebe. A bio sam svoj samo kada sam verovao da ona postoji. Jedna celina , apsolutna sreca , jedan motiv njen osmeh I blaga rec mi je davao snage da pokusam da mislim da je ponovo sve moguce.

I kao sto to obicno biva postao sam komotan, prokleto musko u meni nije obracalo dovoljno paznje ka toj zeni. Nije bilo mojih blagih reci koje je prizeljkivala svakim danom, a moje reci su bile sve redje I redje.

Pitate me zasto ?

Ne znam , jednostavno sam se osetio voljenim I bilo mi je lepo, osetio sam da me neko voli onakvim kakvim jesam , nehajnim I chudnim , da osetio sam da me je neko voleo. Kilometri su nas delili , ma kao da je ceo svet bio protiv nas … a ja sam zaboravio da dajem u jednom momentu , jednostavno sam zaboravio. A ona je bila tako krhka I mlada, zeljna samo moje ljubavi nichega vishe , spremna da ide I na kraj sveta samo zbog nas , a ja sam je razocharao … uvukavshi se ponovo polako u moj svet gde polako tonem bez njene ljubavi. Predugo je proslo vremena dok nisam osetio ljubav ponovo sa njom , mozda je I to razlog ali glupo je da se pravdam .Pogresio sam nisam je dovoljno pazio I ona je pochela da vene. I ona onako uvenuta nije mogla vishe blistati , niti davati mojim ochima tu lepotu I toplotu … ne nije ona bila losha niti sebichna , bila je samo jedancvet na jednoj samo nashoj planeti koji nisam znao da cuvam. Bio sam uplashen za moju ljubav I moj cvet , uzasnut da njega vishe neche biti kraj mene svakoga dana, da osecam njenu lepotu. A on je bio tako nezan , tako zeljan mene a ja to nisam primechivao. Mogu rechi da zazlim , ali ni hiljade rechi ne mogu ispraviti I utoliti zedj moga cveta kojeg sam polako pochinjao da ubijam . Opet ponovo , prokleti ja I moj ponos … moje gluposti … Zao mi je cvete moj nadam se da ces ovo nekada chuti … moj glas koji odzvanja vasionom I polako se pretvara u rosu koja ce ti dati zivot da ponovo procvetash I budesh lepa , lepsha nego ikada. Zato hiljadama puta govorim zao mi je … I svaki novi izgovoreni put je jachi I jachi… Iz dubine moje dushe svaka moja rech je nada da ce se pretvoriti rech u rosu , rosa u ljubav koju smo nekada imali…

Porno varijanta na edna prikazna

Jes da e u ljubov ama sexot e del od ljubovta taka da ako moze neka ostane tuka

Bez naslov

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Ebeno, dosadno utro - pomisliv …

Nabrzina go zapaliv mojot star prijatel , Pentium 3 ka na 700 mhz. Toj beshe tuka , sekogash tuka ..veren I odan. Dodushe , dosega otkaza ednashka , sto me dovede do ludilo. No toa e druga prikazna. Ovaa prikazna e za  sosema nesto drugo … za edna devojka .

Koja beshe devojkata … se prasuvashe I taa samata mnogupati koga ke ostaneshe sama…. Ke se zagledashe vo svoeto ogledalo … I ponekogash cela vecnost ke razmisluvashe sto e toa sto I nedostiga .

Od strana gledano toa beshe ljubovta , strasta koja ja nemashe vo nejziniot zivot. Od strana gledano mnozeshe da se vidi deka se raboti za ubava mlada devojka so crna kosa, prekrasen ten I izvajano telo. Od strana gledano mozeshe da se vidi I nejzinata nasmevka koja ja imashe se pomalce I pomalce. Od strana gledano nejze I nedostigashe vnimanie I ljubov… I taa go znaeshe toa.

No jas ne bev tamu da go vidam toa , seuste ne beshe vletana vo mojata prikazna , taa Samanta koja vo dolgite noki na ischekuvanje na nezni dopiri I vreli baknezi , ostanuvashe se pochesto sama. 

A sto saka devojkata  vo toj moment ne znaev nitu jas , sedodeka ne go otvoriv mojot email. Citav I nemozev da poveruvam … vo kratkiot email pishuvashe :

Mnogu si jak be najfraer .....
Mislev deka fraerite se skromni....
Inaku i jas sum fraerka , pa bi probala da te probam I pobedam ….
Zatoa te predizvikuvam na borba, da te proveram so najfraer si ......dali ima nesto na delo, ili se e samo zborovi....

Kakva provokacija si pomisliv … Da bev pomlad ke pomislev situacija kec u kec , e**nje na vidik , ke mi se motaa site sexi sceni od 9 I pol nedeli so Kim Besindjer u rok od dve minuti ama vaka pouchen od zivotnoto iskustvo … si rekov … more da ne ti iskochi pak nekoja sumo rvach ili so treche oko ne daj boze .

Citajki ja porakata uste ednash poglednav zamisleno I znacajno kon horizontot sfakajki deka vreminjata koga mojata maskost izigravashe Opshtinski pechat se daleku zad mene... Se nasmeav na porakata I se zaprashav a sto ako e ubava ???.

Taa slika od nejzinata hipotetichka ubavina ne mi da de mir cel den, mislev , koja e , kako izgleda… Ja zamisluvav kako ubavica duri ni damneshnata slucka so zenata sumo rvach ne me pokoleba da razmisluvam rozevo… A sumo rvacot beshe sumo rvach … u vistinska smisla na zborot … 160 cm so 80 kg , agresivna I zedna za sex , so enormno golemi gradi koi gi zadskrivashe pod shirokata koshula… Se setiv na nea kako provereno sredstvo da zaboravam na idejata za blind date. Se setiv na ochite koi me goltaa, ochi koi navistina bea gladni za sex … I naednash devojkata ja snema , I se olabaviv malku.

Pomina denot vo sitni obvrski na sekojdnevieto , no devojkata ostana vo moite misli I se navrati tokmu koga e kriticno … koga si legnuvam sam , sam bash kako I nea . mojata imaginarna ubavica… Se smeev , mozebi I taa se smeeshe zaedno so mene nekade daleku vo nejzinata soba . Mozebi gledavme  vo praznotijata I uzivavme vo iscekuvanjeto …mozebi no mene mi beshe ubavo taka da razmisluvam.

Kako pod hipnoza stanav od krevetot I povtorno go proveriv mailot … Se nasmeav imashe poraka …kratka …

Sakam da se vidime , javi se I telefonski broj … Momentalno se onesvetibv od vozbuda …u glavata pocna da mi se deshava haos … Gledam pred sebe golema kuca…bela … na tri sprata… vleguvam vo Rambo stil preku prozor da ne me vidat komshiite , po put ja nataknuvam sluginkata ko u evtinite porno filmovi , dodeka mi go pushi I se smeshkam na gotvachkata koja si ja ceshka mackata nestrplivo I mi govori: Pobrzaj , pobrzaj morame da te spremime za gospodarkata… Potoa vo hitar brz stil se iskacuvam po vtoriot sprat ja poebuvam u helicopter poza I nejzinata bratucedka koja slucajno dopatuvala od Germanija, ubava cura mi napravi merak , posebno so toa kikite na glava I Stajerskiot naglasok I kricite koi gi ispustase sto me potseti na vrelata Katerina Mucenbaher … no , ne ja sum zivotinja ne se zadovoluvam so toa shpricam po tapetite …go brisham od zavesa … I se uste so zdrven konecno se pojavuvam do nejzinata soba… a jas vo znak na fraerizam go lupam mojot nabreknat…. kako od celik zivoten sopatnik od vratata da se cue deka doagam … da Samanta toa sum jas …eve me sega ke bidesh poebana kako nikogash vo zivotot…

Otvaram vrata I …. naednash se budam … gledam vo kompjuterot so enormna doza na somnez …gledam porakata e seuste tuka …dali e son dali e jave …a porakata e seushte tuka …

I sea sto da pravam se prashuvam ? Da e*am ili da ne e*am prashanje e sega ? U toj klucen moment vo mojata kariera zaboraviv totalno na sega veke damna zaboraveniot sumo borach zaroben u zensko telo , zaboraviv I na Ljubco I na Branko a I za Grujo ic ne me zabole , zaboraviv I na Eurointegracija na Makedonija I evropskite tekovi , na misla mi beshe samo taa devojka I nejzinata poraka…

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Lezevme vo kadata . Moite usni bea na nejzinata koza, koja mirisashe na jasmin , usnite sharaa po nejziniot vrat . Ne mozev da se sopram … chuvstvoto na opushtenost beshe tuka ..megu mene nea vo polumracnoto kupatilo stoeshe samo nejzinite tenki temno tanga gakicki. Osekashe kako se vozbuduvam se poveke I poveke I kako za nagrada jmi dozvoluvashe da si poigram so nejzinite gradi … disheshe vo ritam na strasta … mi ja zema rakata I ja postavi na nejzinoto vrelo I sega veke bajagi mokro machence. Ne se svrte da me poljubi, samo se smeshkashe dodeka ja dopirav po nejzinite dolni usnicki . Me izluduvashe , celiot toj dopir taa intima …dvajca stranci odednash vo kadata … koi se dopiraat besramno I dvajcata chekajki go momentot koga ke se spojat nivnite tela … Naednash stana I se svrte gledajki me so nejzinite crni ochi kako machka vo nokta . Zagnjuri vo vodata . Mojot sopatnik veke beshe dlaboko vo nejzinata usta …samiot prizor ne beshe tolku ubav kolku beshe ubav horizontot koj mi go pruzi… Takvo vajano gze koe e samo malce izroneto I natrteno nad vodata samo meshashe poleka vo vodata. Osekav deka go smuka se pojako I pojako , kako da se bori za vozduh … I odednash iznurka so glavata …me gledashe pravo vo ochi drzejki go mojot penis cvrsto smeshkajki se na mojata iznenadenost.

Zbesnav… I izlegov od kadata …cekajki da izleze da mozam da I vlezam so seta sila… Samo me zgrapchi za penisot I me priblizhi poblisku do kadata. Celo vreme go pusheshe tolku neznmo a sepak strastno , jako I se pobrzo I pobrzo … a ne saksashe da izleze od kadata… znaeshe deka ke bide izjebana kako zivotno samo ako izleze…I se smshkashe taka pushejki go … so pogled na profesionalna k*rva koja go saka svojot zanaet…

Mnogu sakam da ti go pusham … sakash li da me poebesh kako prava kuchka ? –go izgovori toa lezherno dodeka go lizhezhe po cela dolzhina.

Izlezi kuchko …zbesnav daj da te e*am k*rvo edna… izlezi…

Da, rechi mi neli sum jas tvoja k*rva a ? kazhi mi kolku dobro go pusham kako najprokleta ebena k*rva a ? Sakash da svrshish neli ?

DAAA… rekov…. Izlezi I prekini da me shmukash…izlezi kuchko da ti pokazam …

Na toa moe zbesnuvanje ushte pojako go zema vo usta sakajki da me izludi sto poveke. Ja prifativ igrata … Taa doooooobrooo ama dooobroo pusheshe…

Odednash stana od kadata I samo mi se natrti , gledajki me preku ramoto od koe se cedeshe se uste vodata od kadata….

Sakash da me poebesh a ? Zivotno edno…. Zatvori ochi mi reche…

Kako pod komanda gi zatvoriv… k*rot ke mi eksplodirashe samo od gletkata na nejzinoto malo oblo gaze …euforijata se zgolemi.. gi otvoriv ochite a nejze ja nemashe…

Slushnav chekori od dnevnata soba …trchashe I se smeeshe …kako ludo dete koe se igra nekoja nova igra…. Samo dotrchav do nea… I ja postaviv na starata elektrichna pechka …I pochnav da ja ljubam … mi se cineshe deka nisto na svetot ne postoi samo nejzinoto vrelo I vlazno pichence … koe me ochekuvashe… I pulsirashe od vozbuda isto kako I jas.  I gi potrgnav gakichkite …I samo malce skliznav po nejzinite dolni usnicki…

k*rvo sakash da te e*am toa li sakash pocnav da I vikam ? dodeka vleguvav vo nea

Da ebiii meee, toaaa, pojako…

Namerno I go usporiv ritamot I go ostavav samo da I vleze samo glavichkata, poleka ritmicki menuvajki go tempoto I agolot…

Ova li go sakash k*rvichke moja …ova li  ?

Zbesna I pocna da me grize po vratot … Ebi me manijaku pocna da vika , ebi me …

Ja turnav od sebe beshe mokra na patosot I poleka I priogav so mojot k*r vo desnata raka … sega pushi go kucko kako sto najdobro znaesh … ajde pushi go – zbrevtav I I go staviv vo ustata na sila , grabajki ja za kosata I davajkii i dopolnitelen ritam .

Dodeka mi ideshe da svrsham ja usporiv povtorno.. I ja svrtev na sila da I go gledam toa prekrasno gaze koe placheshe da bide dobro poebano… Go gledav za sekunda ili dve koi mi se chinea kako minuti I samo ja nabodev …ovoj pat do kraj … se pojako I pojako nemozeshe da go izdrzhi toj nalet I legna na zemjata a jas samo I go rashiriv gzenceto I udirav vo nea se pojako I pojako, ja grabav po kosata I ja shibav …nejzinite nokti pochnaa da grebat po parketot …. Da pod mene beshe vistinska machka koja go oseka mojot k*r I samo toa beshe vazno… jas , taa mojot k*r I nejzinata vrela pichkica….

-         Ahhh ke svrsham reche … manijaku …. Toooaa toooa pojakooooo

Ebi ja svojata k*rva , ebi ja….toa…. toa….

Me paleshe nejziniot gz , I nejzinoto lelekanje I ne mozev da izdrzam… posebno koga pocna da svrshuva … nejziniot krik kako da gi povika moite seminja da poletaat kon nea…

Ooo da k*rvo… go izvadiv od nejzinoto vrelo , prevrelo pichence I I ja svrtiv facata nakaj nego…

-         Da svrshi mi u usta pocna da vika daj mi gooo , svrshi mi , pocna da go drka I cekashe da ja ispolni mojot bel mlaz po nejzinoto ubavo faciche…ja otvori ustata I ischekuvashe drkajki go ..i povtorno so tie crni besramni ochi me g,edashe triumfalno.

Shiknav po nea a taa go popushi do posledna kapka … ja drzev za kosata vikajki kako volk na polnok …. Ushhtee,, pushiiii , pushii…aaaaaaaaaa.

Padnav kako pokosen posle toa a taa se uste go imashe mojot k*r vo nejzinata usta poleka ljubejki go I miluvajki go … I dvajcata edvaj dishevme I samo imavme sila da se pregrneme…. Gledajki vo temniot tavan od mojata stara kuca…barajki odgovor na toa sto se sluchi … a odgovorot go nemashe …imashe samo dve goli tela koi se borea za vozduh ispolnet so nash*te mirisi I sexot koj se cuvstvuvashe vo sobata. Ako mene sega nekoj me prasuva kako mirisashe sobata mozam samo da kazam …mirisashe na Zivot …da na zivot .

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Zapaliv cigara vrakajki gi mislite na minatiot den .Denot koga reshiv da I se javam .

Zdravo, ti ovde kako da I toa glupo da zvuchi najfraer dali e si toa ti se nasmeav

E navistina si najfraer stom vaka se pretstavuvash – se nasmea taa

Bez izlishnosti rekov jas kako sto I se dogovorivme doagash vo 9 taka ?

Dogovor si e dogovor ..se nasmea taa.

Zapomni nema zaljubuvanje , samo da se probame, gi znaesh pravilata neli ? promumljav

Ma ok e coveku, bidi si samo svoj kako sto mi kazuvashe deka si , se gledame u 9- rece I mi spusti slusalka

Se zamisliv … kojznae kolku e ubava ili grda , no ima srce … a mozebi e nimfomanka a mozebi ne … Sto ima vrska , toa sepak e covek kako I jas koj si bara vnimanie I dobar sex , nisto poveke zasto sekogash morame da komplicirame… ke bide samo eden ubav pomin koj mozebi nekogash ke ne potseti na mladosta… Moram da ja zapoznaam si pomisliv I gi zatvoriv ochite , mislejki na nejzinite usni I nejzinoto lice.

Sega gi otvaram I taa e do mene , dishem zaedno I postoi harmonija makar kratka, makr za eden den , makar za eden cas … no postoi zivot I postoi taa I toa e dovolno … sosema dovolno vo ovaa temna soba kade se drugo osven nas bi bilo izlishno za celata prikazna.

Si pomisliv kolku samo osameni luge sedat po svoite domovi tokmu sega cekajki nekogo , osameni chekaat da se sluchi chudo a zivotot I ubavinata koj toj gi nosi pominuvaat… ma iskreno … lazam …vo toj moment pomisliv I imav samo edna misla … kako li ke bide slednata partija koja sleduvashe. Imav nekoe pretchuvstvo deka se blizi I toa ,  vtora partija sekogash podobra od prvata . Za toa pretchuvstvo mnogu mi pomogna I nejzinata raka koja veke pocna povtorno da go miluva mojot k*r , kako I nejzinite usni koi poleka se doblizhuvaa,  poleka no sigurno po mojot stomak , idejki nadolu, eden predznak propraten od eden  pogled prodoren I direkten od nejzinite crni ochi koi kazhuvaa deka vistinskata pretstava tokmu sto ne zapochnala !

                 Teodora , sada spavash tu na krevetu a ja te samo gledam . Nesretan sam, I gutam u sebi .Cutim I smejem se pred tobom a plakao bih . Boli me sto sam te izgubio, najdivniju osobu koja je ikada postojala u mome zivotu .Boli me kada te vidim da muchish sebe. Boli me sto ne mogu da doprem do tebe da ti pomognem ikako. Da nisam spoznao tvoju dushu I tvoju lepotu otkazao bih se I ponovo bio neko bezosecajan kojeg niko I nista ne moze dotachi. Ali jednostavno ja to ne mogu… jednostavno cu te gledati u nadi da cesh se probuditi… u nadi da me mozesh voleti I ljubiti, nemoci vishe ziveti bez mene… Voleo bih da se vrate ti dani kada smo trchali jedan ka drugome , kada je bio dovoljan jedan glas da mi napravi srecnim ceo dan u mome praznom zivotu. A taj glas je ponovo tu , ali ne odzvanja vishe tako…nije dovoljno iskren I to me boli najdraza… Boli me sto sam dopustio da te povredim …I odgurnem od sebe… boli me sto sam se za momente vrati u sebe I ziveo samo za sebe zaboravljajuchi na nas… a tada …tada se tvoje srce skupilo I uplashilo… nije bilo vishe puno energije koja me je vukla uvek napred… Jednostavno si nestala… a ja te ne mogu proanchi I povuchi ponovo sa mnom…

Bila si uplashena , nemochna I slaba …znam ja to Teodora … u tvojoj je glavi bilo hiljadu smicalica … zhelela si da se osetish voljenom jer mene nije bilo . Bar si ti tako mislila. A ja se nikada prema tebi nisam promenio… svu ljubav I strast sam sachuvao samo za moju voljenu …I bio sretan kada cu je videti… Ziveo sam za taj dan , da vidim tvoj osmeh , da osetim tvoju ljubav , da osetim deo sebe koji sam mislio da sam napokon nashao. Taj deo koji me je cinio boljim chovekom…sada je tu pred mojim ochima ali spava I nije vishe moj a to boli I vishe nego sto cesh ikada mochi saznati. Tu si a ja se osecam tako praznim I usamljenim jer znam sve ja znam Teodora ..i ne krivim te . Uplashila si se svega I povukla u sebe… navukao sam na sebe prokleto nepoverenje koje ne da mojoj ljubavi da se razbukta I da pocnem da ponovo zivim…da dishem punim pluchima… Okrecem se I vidim te ponovo si tu… jedna mala lujka koja me je nekada I previshe volela .Sada te gledam I zelim da ponovo imash osecaj da si stvarno sretna , da si slobodna I luda da me volish bez obzira na sve , da te taj osecaj nikada ne napusti kao sto nije ni mene od momenta kada sam te upoznao I od moemnta kada si dozvolila da zavirim u tvoju dushu. Predivna si Teodora , nemoj to nikada da zaboravish , ma sta se desilo bicesh srecna jer ja sam osetio da ti stvarno znas da volis,  cak I kada ti je svaki moj dodir tako stran I odvratan , cak I sada znam da si samo uplasena ali tako zeljna ljubavi I srece koje ti ja nisam mogao dati.. Ja ti nikada nebih mogao nista nazao uciniti ljubavi, jer je moja ljubav prema tebi prevelika za to. Osetim srdzbu ali zatvorim oci I setim se svih divnih trenutaka I ljudskosti koje si mi pruzila… I mozda ispadnem I glup I dosadan …I izgovorim rechi volim te…u nadi da cu te probuditi…ali uzalud… Trebash mi jako mi trebash ljubavi , treba mi moja Teodora za kojom sam ceznuo u besanim nochima I pricao satima , snevajuchi I govorechi u snu njeno ime… trebash mi Teodora …tvoj glas pun neznosti koji me je zacarao I koji mi je davao veru u sebe …veru da je zivot ipak lep kada se dvoje vole… svetu gde je samo to potrebno I nista vishe…treba mi moja Teodora da me stavi na noge ponovo I vrati na stari put , put ljubavi koji bi zajedno izgradili…I nebi lutali stranputicama zivota…. Razmisljam ovo I setim se kako smo bili zagrljeni I sretni u staroj kuchi … setim se tvoga glasa punog odobravanja I ljubavi … I zaboli me ponovo josh jache … tu si a spavash …cvrsto spavas zaboravljajuchi moju ljubav … razbesnim se ali ne mogu pogledam te I vidim tvoju milu facu koja sneva…. Milu devojchicu koja me je volela … devojchicu zbog koje je zivot ponovo postajao prosharan hiljadama boja.

Ne znam ni sam zasto ovo pishem, kada znam da nisi vishe moja , kada znam da si me prevarila bar u mislima I dala sansu da se nasha ljubav raspadne na hiljade komada, stvarno ne znam , a osecam svaku tvoju laz I usamljenost kada si pored mene…I to me boli cak I vise sto ti mislis… Ne znam zasto pisem jos uvek … osim da je moj cilj samo da dodirnes deo moje dushe , deo mog srca koje nikada nije prestajalo da te voli…tebe I samo tebe jedina moja ljubavi.

Nikada ti vishe nechu nista napisati ne jer bih gazio sebe , vec zbog osecaja da ces pasti na moje rechi a ne na zvukove tvoga srca koje ce ti rechi sta je prava ljubav.

Sada cu ustati I poljubiti te kao I uvek , nasmejati se I ponovo mastati o ljubavi jer znam da je ima u ovoj jebenoj sobi , a tu je u ovim grudima koje te zeljno ocekuju.

Volim te !   

Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them. They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.

One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.

When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.

The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell her how he really felt.

The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.

ne se tolku dignati kolku sto bile nesrekni k*rvi sto ne znaat sto sakaat e toa e sine vo prikaznata ako ja procita dobro

Dva psiholoshki dlaboko razraboteni lika I cetiri bakneza

Sega sekavajki se ne znam dali e vazno dali bese septemvri, noemvri ili mozebi juni , ne znam dali seto ova sto mi se sluchi beshe vo bledorozeva , zelenkasto tirkizna svezo ofarbana kuka , na tri ili poveke kata , duri ne znam ni kolku vreme traese seto toa. Ne znam ni dali taa beshe frizerka, prodavacka ili avstronaut , siromashna ili bogata . Nisto od toa ne znam. Postojat migovi vo zivotot koga ni iminjata ni godinite ne se veke vazni, postojat migovi na strasti koi te stopuvaat so vremeto I prostorot . A ova e eden od tie . Migovite na edna zena I eden maz I samo toa beshe vazno .

Zatvoram ochi I edinstveno sto gledam se nejzinite crni ochi koi uporno me gledaa predizvikuvachki. Vo sobata beshe polumrak a veterot igrajki se so zavesata dozvoluvashe sjajot od mesechinata da ja pogali odvreme navreme po nejzinoto lice.

Legni, opusti se prozbori taa.

Sakav da potstanam i da ja poglednam poubavo. Me butna na krevetot...

Legni , ne sakam da me gledash ..rece i se spusti na kolenici. Poleka ja otkopcha mojata koshula . Kako vecnost pominuvaa migovite dodeka ideshe po kopchinjata so nejzinite dolgi crveni nokti. Koga stigna do tretoto kopche odednash gi iskina ostanatite i se nafrli na moite gradi. Pocna da gi ljubi so usni socni i polni i meki , poleka odeshe nagore kon moite usni. Ja poglednav podobro iskoristuvajki go momentot na igrata na senkite , beshe ubava , duri i poubava od sekogash. Probav da ja poljubam , no taa se otrgna tokmu vo momentot koga ke ni se spoeja usnite . Prodolzi kon mojot vrat , poleka i nenasitno mi daruvashe vozdishki .

Mi shepna : Me sakash li ? i necekajki go odgovorot koj veke go znaeshe povtorno se spushti nezno so baknezi po mojot vrat. Osetiv deka nejzinata raka poleka pocnuva da me masira po gradite , so dopir nezen kako saten se spustashe po mojata koza.

Sakav da recham nesto , nesto sto taa ne go znaeshe vo toj moment , nesto pojako od mene samiot no zamolchev ... vo polumrakot taa pocna da se soblekuva ... Sedejki na mene se podispravi i ja sobra svojata dolga crna kosa... Cinam vidov deka se nasmevna blago ... Mi ja dopre rakata i mi ja stavi na nejzinata leva grada...

Dopri me reche , samo poleka dopiraj me - se navedna i me bakna vo obrazot...

Poleka i zavodlivo pocna da se dvizi vo ritamot na muzikata. Barry White , devojka vo polumrakot i skrieni strasti koi vetuvaat deka nema da prestanat cela nok ...

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vtor del

Mirisot na nejzinata koza e moj najgolem afrodizijak. Mokrata koza na beliot charshaf, prekrasna gozba za moite setila. Kapkite od nejzinoto telo posle tushot, kapkite koi vnimatlno gi sobiram so moite usni. Taa e pod mene, a nejzinite prsti sharaat po mojata glava. Prekrasno chuvstvo koe me potpolnuva vo toj mig. Podzastanuvam i ja poglednuvam pomisluvajki od kade da pocnam so moite baknezi. Poleka ja dopiram po usnite so mite prsti a za vozvrat dobivam baknezi ... da i nasmevkata e tuka ... povtorno tuka kako i po sekoja karanica... Ne cekam mnogu i blago ja baknuvam po vratot , mirisajki go nejzinoto telo , nejzinata kosa... Vo zanes izgovaram:  te sakam malecka ... te sakam...

Taa probuva da kaze nesto no moite race veke i ja zatvaraat ustata blago i nezno ocekuvajki go vtoriot baknez po moite prsti. Mesecinata i blagiot veter vo sobata se moi sojuznici ... magicna igra so mojata ljubov ... Go oslushnuvam vetrot koj mi govori da pocnam so nashata igra. Usnite gladni za strast i ljubov , poleka se spustaat po nejzinite goli ramenja . Ja oslushnuvam pocnuva zabrzano da dishe dodeka se priblizhuvam so usnite do nejzinite gradi... Probuva da kaze nesto... no moite prsti se povtorno tuka na nejzinite usni cekajki go tretiot baknez..

Ja chuvstvuvam poleka spushtajki se po nejzinoto zategnato stomache ...go chuvstvuvam nemirot koj se sprema dlaboko vo nea i prodolzuvam so blag baknez odejki se podolu i podolu, so sekoj santimetar sum poblisku do nejzinata ekstaza ... a sekoj santimetar e dolg kako vecnost ... a taa go znae toa i pocnuva da se opushta,  ocekuvajki me i daruvajki mi baknez nezen kako utrinska rosa po moite race. Chetvrtiot baknez postrasen od prethodnite ostana na moite prsti koi znaat da ja miluvaat.

Veterot si poigruva i nezno ja dopira zavesata na mracnata soba kako da me uchi kako da ja miluvam mojata sakana. A moite dopiri se mnozat , so sekoj mig se pojaki ... i usnite stanuvaat vreli kako i nejzinata koza i telo koi blago treperat pod moite dopiri.

Go oslushnuvam vetrot, i mi se prichinuvaat zborovite te sakam. Tivki zborovi od nejzinite usni dopatuvaa konecno do mojata dusha. Baknuvajki ja nezno po preponite, so prstite ja dopiram ... ja osekam nejzinata vlaznost ... go osecam nejzinoto ischekuvanje a moite zabi poleka gi tegnat gakichkite igrajki se i dopirajki gi nejzinite vlazni usnichki.

Osekam divo grabanje za mojata kosa, grabanje koe kazuva da navlezam vo nea ... grabanje koe saka da me prekine vo ovoj mig na uzivanje ...vo uzivanje vo mirisot na zenata.

pa mil nas nindzo....

Da ljubis e isto kako da pees a ne postoi pesna bez kraj

Ej mangupe: se sekavas li na naseto prvo tango,se sekavas li na samarot sto ti go udriv koga sakase da me baknes ? Se sekavas li na drzenjeto za race, trcanjeto po avtobusot?...

Ne znam dali bese sinolicka ili temjnuska, no ja imase bojata na tvoite oci. Cvetot mi padna, jas se navednav da go zemam, no ti rece deka ne e tolku vreden za da se navednuvam. Utredenta mi donese cvekinja, no nitu edno ja nemase bojata na tvoite oci.

Ej mangupe: se sekavas li koga dojdov pred ,,Boni” i sakav da te baknam, a ti se trgna i mi rece: ,,Malecka ne te sakam poveke. Mislam deka nema smisla da bideme zaedno”…

Ti rekov,,Cao”, a ti go svrte grbot i jas pocnav da cekoram. Sakav toa da bide laga. Zemav eden list i pocnav da go grizam. Mislev deka toa ke mi pomogne da ja goltnam plunkata sto mi go stegase grloto... Pocuvstvuvav raka na moeto ramo. Se svrtev, toa bese TI! Se nasmevna i mi rece: Malecka, denovive so moite roditeli zaminuvam za Svajcarija. Togas pocnav da trcam.

Vo uciliste mi dzvonea tvoite zborovi da se zaboravime.

Ti zamina... Edno vreme se dopisuvavme, a potoa sfativ deka ljubovta preku pisma ne e vistinska i deka ne treba da se sakame ako nema idnina za nas. Vo poslednoto pismo sto ti go napisav imase edna stara japonska pesna koja velese:,, DA LJUBIS E ISTO KAKO DA PEES, A NE POSTOI PESNA BEZ KRAJ!“

...Prestanaa i tvoite pisma. No po nekoe vreme zabelezav pismo na mojata masa adresirano za mene. Vo nego pisuvase:,, Malecka na 12-ti so roditelite se vrakame vo Skopje-zasekogas! Na 13-ti ke ti se javam.Ako ne sakas da razgovaras so mene spusti ja slusalkata, a ako sakas mozeme da se najdeme pred ,,Boni“ kako nekogas.

...Ova pismo e najdeno kaj trupot na edna devojka so iseceni veni, a do nea vesnik otvorn na 13-ta strana.

Vo nego so golemi bukvi pisuva:

AVIONOT STO TREBASE DA PRISTIGNE OD SVAJCARIJA SE SRUSI VO BLIZINA NA JUGOSLOVENSKATA GRANICA.PREZIVEANI NEMA.ISTRAGATA E VO TEK! 

A vo prodolzenie pisuva:,,Da ljubis e isto kako da pees, a ne postoi pesna bez kraj!“