43harika

Harika43

For your love, diary with a pink heart cover. I'm writing these lines in the dim man, how were the BTS posters on the walls? The light filtering through the closed curtains fell on the white paper while I was drawing something on the white paper. The handsome young people on the poster are looking at me. I hear the sound of the TV inside. Today, the curly guy sitting next to me at school took me in his arms and walked me down the corridor. Then his brother took me on his lap. He says that he sees me like that. Especially in that English man's class, he makes me lie down on the desk and gets on top of me. Then he goes and tells the teacher that we were joking. Fortunately, I will leave the public school and go to a private school. Esra in the public school is a complete bum who commits theft and gas crimes in addition to selling, and unfortunately commits suicide. I don't know, but I was aware that she was scheming with the British man. She jumped from the balcony at his house. I don't really believe in this tender. That man was among them. I don't know what kind of problem happened. He must have been involved in this. I don't feel his color. Rather, I feel guilty. It's like something is squeezing my soul. I feel like someone who turns around and searches and tries to find me again. Then I look at my mirror on the man. I watch my image reflected in the mirror. I like my hair, but I think I'm not long enough. My eyes are moss green and my hair, which I just dyed, is blonde and curly. He says he loves that hair color. Why don't I go out with curly hair? Maybe it's special. I just graduated from school. I find love, I slowly started to think that my body is like a woman's body, and the hairs that grow in my private area hide it like a forest. Without taking my eyes off the image reflected in the mirror, I put one of my fingers into the box, see what he likes in the mirror, I catch his gaze, I imagine that English teacher at the slave, he is on me right now. I think about it, it goes back and forth quickly, then I take it out of the box and ask the question. It approaches my mouth. I feel warmth and shivering in its mouth. Then, when I get bored, I feel embarrassed. Unlike my friend, I don't have fantasies when I touch myself. At least I don't fantasize about people my own age. A short while ago, I told you that you touch yourself from time to time, and they force you on yourself. She said that she bit a man who hurt her by trying to possess her by applying movements. I didn't look at the mirror to avoid getting excited. I was very surprised at what they said. I didn't want to destroy this world that I created for myself. This world is my own, consisting of my body, and answering yes to my friend's question would mean cheating on this world. What really makes me feel good is He looked at me with admiration and said, "That reflection in the mirror that I love is slowly healing, my long hair, that gel of my kiss bones, my nails, and of course my jeans, with diseases, friendship that goes on and on with mediocrity, money tricks, superficial, all of which are lies, curly and a few of them to me." The furtive hugs and kisses you offer as memories are also lies, I retreat with a sudden reaction as my lips touch his lips and Grover puts his tongue into my mouth in a novice way, at that moment I feel like fainting from the smell of cigarettes and I try to run away, in this house that does not throw away the excuse it is in and contradicts it, lies are missing in my room in my mind. There is nothing wrong or missing in my life. My family was in a good situation, but they still sent me to a public school. When I go to public school for a year, I need to study and get to know life. After that, I will transfer to a private school and I will no longer recognize my place in life. I think about my place in school and how to be friends with rich children. Meanwhile, through the window, yours Air started to take off. Bugs are lying outside. Dogs are barking. Yes, I'm looking for love. It can be curly or from an English teacher who is my father's age. I want the ice inside me to melt. Ice dance background crack and break. I want my heart to look where it looks. I want to drown in especially passionate places. I want hot lovemaking. I don't want it to touch the tongue of the man on top of me. I mean, I want him to lightly bite and lick the tip of my breasts and then slowly move towards the necessary position and lick the hairs on the scent from his baby. Meanwhile, there is noise coming from the street, it is very close to the street. That's why they came until the morning, drinking and singing, laughing sounds are heard from outside. Looking at those young people, I too believed that I was a girl like them. I want to be, I want to come home at the time I want, I want to drink anything you want. They sing songs with a guitar all night long and sing very well. Some will retreat to the nooks where the darkness covers everything. They will lie on the grass among the trees on the university campus. Others will be the living polygon that disintegrates in the morning. It has started to warm up the sun that hides the mystery. men will throw Yes, they are alive and they know how to live their lives. I too am breathing. Biologically, everything is in its place. If you are like a young girl, everything happens regularly every month. I am afraid to leave the house and meet unfamiliar faces. I am constantly thinking to myself.

I'm in a conflict, who when, I want to mix with others, and it's good for me. Other days, all you want is not to be alone at home, you lie in bed and think, then I start listening to music, we're complicit in music, it's good for me, I don't need anything else, but this is what comes from the street. The sounds are tearing my soul to pieces. These sounds are the sounds of freedom and happiness, or my love, sometimes I start to think that young people studying at university have no problems. And I will continue to vocalize his life in this room until sleep takes me in its arms. Actually, I started to think that keeping a diary is not an idea he wants. I know him well, he is a freedom-loving person. My daughter does not have to obey some rules in the country you live in. For example, if you were living in the Eastern part of this country, maybe they would kill me because of what I did with my ex-boyfriend. My brother or my father would probably finish the divorce with a knife or a gun. Because, thanks to my ex, she took the first step of her womanhood. Our cowardly work was one day. The man in his hand left us alone and went away, then we got together and then your ex-boyfriend told me that he wanted to try new fantasies. I want to watch me being with a man. Moreover, we could earn a lot of money from this job and dust ourselves off. In fact, my family's financial situation is good, but the money they gave me was very limited at first. Even though it seemed ugly, I started to like this suggestion later. I would be with different people and I would earn money and drink dust. Then your ex-girlfriend said that the person who was most suitable for me was that English teacher who owned it. The man also found money and said that they sent money from Europe. It turns out that he was more interested in teaching this country than teaching. I came to invite young people to Christianity and that's why he takes money from the church. I don't know how true this is, but as far as I learned from my ex, what I earned was quite good, he agreed with me and he said in English. He said he wouldn't accept it and so on, then he probably thought he wouldn't be able to get a young girl like me again, and while we were together, I recorded the images on the internet, then he started blackmailing the guy, and I think the guy committed suicide in the room with my ex-girlfriend in order to get rid of this blackmail, but even if it was true, this should come to light. Yesterday, he was with his friends. I went to the party and the boy called Atakan took me to dance with the rich kids from the private school. I read on their fullness like Erzurum's. It was nice and I was old again, as usual. The boy was really cute. I get bored at such parties. I think everyone is watching me. I couldn't lift my arms. I didn't want to go because of today's weather. After smoking a pack of cigarettes, I changed the doctor when I was bored with loneliness. Moreover, the Ministry was good at dancing. I also like to sing like crazy and jump up and down from Serkan's back. Eskişehir is, after all, an ideal place for young people to live. We went out late at night and went to the soup shop and had hot pepper coffee on it. We drank. Thank God, I could get permission from my mother. Meanwhile, Batuhan started shouting at a man passing by. By chance, that English teacher was walking by the Bursa stream. He came and said hello, he was handsome even though he couldn't be seen clearly in the dark. I held him lightly in my hand, as if nothing had happened between us, we were meeting for the first time. Maybe he didn't want to put me in a difficult situation next to Batuhan, he showed himself as a shy person, squeezing his hand harder, I said, "Hello, my name is great, we were doing very good roles, I was watching this theater with Batuhan, and then he asked me if I could sit down." He started to look into it and I felt ashamed of the pimples on my forehead and the skin I had left compared to his. His proportionate nose resembled that of a statue. The prominent veins on his hands added strength to his strength. His lively and blue eyes were looking at me with arrogance and arrogance. I asked him questions as if we had just met. This situation Far from discouraging me, I found that they didn't make me feel stronger. He didn't like to dance around the room like me. So while the others were falling into each other while drinking and joking, we were left alone and he said we should do this again at the first opportunity. He would give me money again. He also grew weed on the terrace. So we could roll a joint together and smoke it and come home in the morning. I came, I had a bad headache and I was restless, I woke up in the afternoon, I sent a message to my phone, he wanted to meet me, I wrote back asking where we were going, without replying, after 17.15 minutes passed, I wrote as a surprise, "Well, where are you taking me?" I wrote again and again, you didn't give me any answer, then I called him and he started laughing as soon as I answered. He said come to me immediately. When I got to his house and rang the bell, I waited for a while. I wonder if he was probably in the shower or brushing his teeth. Then he opened the door.

He pulled me in, then closed the door and immediately started kissing me. I was using special lights for the visa of the marijuana plant on the terrace floor. The lights quickly gave the surroundings a different environment, as if we were in a bar. We were leaning against the wall, sleepy, and kissed his lips. His hands were leaning on the door. I started to caress him with my hands. I could feel his hardness. Then he stopped kissing me and took my head between his hands. He asked me to spread them between my legs. I asked if I could do it from behind. I said no. Because I was afraid. Maybe I didn't understand what he was trying to say with sweetness. He increased the pressure with his hands holding my cheeks. He grabbed my head and forced me to fuck me. **** I forced him to open his edict and pull out his erection, then he pushed my head and made my lips touch the head of the tool. It smelled of urine and sweat. I only touched my lips. I tried to open my mouth, but at this hour, it felt like the tool would ejaculate on my lips if I did not open my mouth. Maybe I should have opened my mouth and swallowed his sperm. The veins on the surface were swollen. I confidently opened my mouth and let the curse in. It was hot, intense and abundantly cold in my mouth. I suddenly lost it. I was sick to my stomach. Instead of swallowing the liquid immediately, I tried to collect it in my mouth. His hands continued to hold my head again. I couldn't breathe. I thought he would reach me until I found his breath and warmth in a moment. Since I didn't know what to do, I started to swallow the liquid. While I was still kneeling, I saw that it fell down from his hands. He started playing with his nipples. I waited on purpose, thinking that he would hold me by his hands and lift me up. However, without saying anything, I literally came out of his mouth and went to the sink to wash it. The moment I felt a swelling. I was a baby. That's why he did his job and finished it. After that, I went to wash his afterlife. He could have at least given me a thank you kiss. That the British were polite. He was a kid for my country. I stood up on my own. I knew I could see something in his eyes that would comfort me and make me happy. Maybe I was so rude because he gave me money. Then something happened. I asked him if he wanted to drink, I had to drink something because I had that disgusting taste in my mouth, it was like he had spilled a spoon of mud. When he went to the other side of the room, I came back with a glass of coke from his hand for a few more seconds, so I went and sat on the sofa in the corner, colorful lights hitting my legs on the cash register skirt, curtains on the table. I was looking at books and magazines. They were hidden around. They were forbidden with fish. Whose daughter is it that tall plants grow for whom? Then these plants are fictionalized. I wanted to know what happened between me and my ex-boyfriend. I didn't believe he committed suicide. I also knew that he was blackmailing himself. I wonder if the images were in the hands of his English teacher. He didn't look at her with a smile. He was acting as if nothing had happened. The man who had just exploded in my mouth was gone and a quiet man came instead. I said, "I knew my ex-boyfriend was blackmailing you. Because he told me this idea too and was telling me that we would make a lot of money from you. I think he was tired of living in fear." The mafia was probably threatening to kill him. I thought I could handle this job on my own instead of being killed by someone else. He came to me that day. I was in the kitchen. He was also living in Karabük. He suddenly ran towards the balcony and jumped out of the family. I was going to give him the money that day and ask him to delete the footage in return. I had no other intention. I don't know if you doubt me or how much you believe what I say, but I like being with you, even if it's for money, because you're young and beautiful, I think I fell in love with you, but before I forget, tell me. My wife, who is currently in England, is just a Turkish citizen. He married me to become a British citizen and he was studying at the university there, but as soon as he got better at his job, he found a lover and filed a divorce case against me. I will get rid of him soon. If you get into the university, we will marry you. We have been together for a while. Actually, I have to admit, this relationship in return for money bonded us at night and I gave myself to myself. My man, I feel tied up, I think he is rude in his relationship with me, but this rudeness, indifference, arrogance. He attracts me more and I like to smoke weed and have sex with him. He turns me into a loyal dog. I like it when he cums in my mouth by pressing my cheeks to my head with both hands. My feelings for him are like an arrested person. It's increasing in the stream. These days are passing me happily by feeling his nose and his smelly mouth. It loads me with fantasy. I touch myself by hearing intense things. The glue inside me feels like getting out of my body will be released from the chain. I feel on my skin that he wants to show you all his strength. I want to have sex with him all the time.

I want to make love to you like crazy so that the passion is released as I nurtured it. And in the end, I want to make love to you like crazy, so that it can be free. I already know that no matter how much sex we have, I will never be able to reach your height. In a short time, I will draw it back into myself again and again and express it, to get out of your call once again, and from here. He will continue sweeter every time. He tells me that I too have a lack of passion. As always, I felt humiliated again with such an attitude. We were lying on the sofa at his house, he had his head on my legs, he was stroking my hair like a father, and I was looking at his eyelashes that covered his eyes, hidden by life. I ran our finger over his lips, then started to kiss his comfortable stops. I started and said I want to make love and I won't take any money from you for it anymore. He was so happy that he took his breath away and said, 'Your baby is mine. I really can't believe I heard this. I wanted to jump like jumping on a mistake. Then he was going to put me under him and you were going to trample me. If he made a blow, I was going to go back and forth on the seats. What can I do if I know the relationship? Why is it so beautiful for a person to transcend love and let love flow? Maybe in order to secure love in the only sense of my life, I think I need to drink with him or have an anal relationship with him. I thought giving myself completely to him would be enough, but the operative thing is more. I think she makes me touch her lips and then you put my dick in her mouth. At the last stage, swallow my lovers. First, she says let me go inside her vagina. Then she wants me to come inside her mother. Her requests never end. In fact, I can try everything she thinks she can't do. She doesn't know how stubborn and brave I am.