French eggs

The curtains were drawn tight, so that no light from the street could enter the room. All Rodrigo noticedwere the high ceilings with crystal chandeliers and no furniture. Except that there was an old gramophone on the floor in the center of the room. Beside him was an open bottle of kava. All this should have alarmed Rodrigo, especially the lack of a bed. But when the striking blonde with long, slender legs played the record at full volume for the first time, Rodrigo nodded approvingly. He’d thought she had good taste back then. Classical music set you up for a wave, encouraged you to talk. Then she took a full swig straight from her throat and handed the bottle to Roderigo, who savored the light, floral-citrus taste of the Pyrenees mixed with a woman’s lipstick. Snow White strictly forbade him to drink alcohol, and even more so to drink with strange women. He got drunk fast. For a moment, it didn’t seem so important that he missed class today, or even worse, if Snow White went without ice cream. He will explain it to her in force majeure, buy her more, it doesn’t matter how much you can use it as a thing. Go there, take this, today we will eat this, tomorrow we have a hike there… His life had become her personal schedule. And now he has run out of patience, now he has every right to rebel.

That’s how it got to the point where he was already hooked on pornsites! This is already out of the question. This is not worthy of Rodrigo. Snow White is to blame for the fact that now he is afraid to get on public transport, because certainly his inquisitive eyes will be looking for some young, pretty girl, to whom you can imperceptibly and as if at ease snuggle up behind to feel her reciprocation. Snow White never turns her back on him, never! And yesterday, in the classroom, during a lecture on international law, he dropped his pen on the floor and was struck by the presence of a woman’s charming legs, perhaps dreaming of his caresses, and it’s nothing that the fool sitting behind him gave him the middle finger under the desk.

“Put these bags here, please,” his new acquaintance said as they entered the corridor. – What would I do without you?” You’re so reliable, Rodrigo… Go ahead.

This woman knew her stuff. Her feminine gait, the provocative swing of her hips, the high rise of her breasts, the timbre of her voice, the very words themselves, which were not without difficulty guessed a hint of her desire for intimacy with a man, especially when she turned to him with a request. Even the smell of perfume, the opium, sweet and intoxicating, the very gestures of her hands, the facial expressions, the stupid naive look with the frequent blinking of her long black lashes when she finished a sentence, all the time adjusting the golden curls behind her ears… Inher case, it attracted attention, bewitched with the magic of magic, fascinated anyone who happened to be near her. Roderigo did not know the name of this beautifulwoman, and there was no need to know. He was counting on a fast, non-binding connection. The blonde called him by his first name all the time, and in just five minutes, during all this time, when he helped her carry packages, she learned everything about his personal life. He even stopped to show her a picture of Snow White on his phone.

“It’s a good thing you have a girlfriend,” she said. “I wouldn’t go to a bachelor for help for the world. Well, judge for yourself. I’m a decent woman, and here I am asking a bachelor to help me, to be alone in the same room… A nightmare!

And every time she said “Rodrigo” with such a high intonation, she smiled sweetly, and he felt a warm, pleasant wave all over his body and was completely lost in space. This woman had lured him like an obedient mouse, and he was glad of it. All this time, he felt his luck slipping into his hands, and even when his new acquaintance closed the door behind her with such a heavy and powerful bolt that it seemed that there was no way back from here, Rodrigo only warmed up.

Then she went to the window and leaned on the sill, looking out into the distance, before closing the curtains completely. And when she looked as if Roderigowasn’t there, her short skirt lifted up, and he saw very beautiful, firm buttocks with a small waist, elegant underwear in a translucent tone, intimate tattoos, and nothing could save him…

She came up to him abruptly, like a shark in attack, pushing him roughly against the wall as she stripped off her blouse and gold chain. Her lips bit into his as if she wanted to eat him whole, and he put his arms around her, a little taken aback by the pressure.

“Oh, you’re so quick… she touched her knee to his groin. “Close your eyes, raise your hands. I’ll do it myself.

She crouched down, and as he watched such a divine creature descend before him, he felt like a god. She expertly unzipped his fly, as if she’d been unbuttoning them all her life. All those buttons, fly ties, and strings seemed like nothing to her. Roderigo was mesmerized by her professional, well-coordinated actions, driving him crazy. Even if she had taken out a sharp knife and carefully cut out his heart, he wouldn’t have had time to object. He was so overwhelmed by her intensity. In those moments, he forgot all about Snow White and the ice cream that might melt. All Rodrigo wantedwas satisfaction. Then it all happened so quickly that he felt awkward in front of her.

– Ops! You’re so fast, “she said, a little surprised, standing up and running her tongue over her lips.

Roderigo wanted to justify himself, to say that he hadn’t had such a drive in a long time, but she covered his mouth with her wet fingers, and he couldn’t help but smell her.

“Shhh,” she whispered.

Roderigo was still standing with his hands in the air. Like before a firing squad. He felt goosebumps as the blonde deftly undid the buttons on his shirt, kissing his neck gently this time, running her fingers gently over his hairy chest. Then she touched his nipples with the tip of her tongue, laughed playfully, her lips touched the lobes of his ears, inhaled his scent with undisguised pleasure, like a bouquet of flowers presented to her. Then the bracelets clicked and Rodrigo was caught. He opened his eyes, taking stock of his unenviable position. How he hadn’t noticed this treacherous trap, and now that he was completely at its mercy, he was suddenly afraid. He tried to break the chains, but they held him fast.

“Well, that’s better…” the blonde in high heels smiled.

Then, lifting up her skirt and squatting down in front of him, right in front of his growing dignity, she spread her legs wide and took him in her mouth.

He remembered his girlfriend waiting for him with ice cream at this hour. Only now did he appreciate her extreme conservatism in bed, which he had refused to understand before. Yes, his girlfriend had never allowed something like this, never stooped or bent down in front of him. He had never heard her voluptuous screams. All she loved was ruffling his perpetually messy hair as he puffed over her during that awkward moment, and eating chocolate at the same time.

– I’m catching up with you, Rodrigo… his captor whispered through her rapid breathing, rolling her eyes, and then suddenly moaned, followed moments later by a second moan, even stronger, and he felt the erection and pain of her nails digging into his buttocks again.

The Wizard was still dripping water. When he heard the commotion, he came out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his thighs as he went.

“What’s going on here, Josephine?” I thought you were murdered!” he smiled, glancing at the startled couple.

“Yes, I’ve been killed twice, brother! the blonde replied, hurriedly tidying herself up.

“You can get married after that,” he said, and walked around the room, leaving wet footprints on the smooth parquet floor. He didn’t seem to notice Roderigo, at all, chained to the wall. He walked over to the gramophone, which was idling a record, and stopped it, giving an empty kava bottle a little push with his foot, sending it rolling into the corner of the room.

– what is it? “What is it?” he suddenly asked Josephinewhen he saw the jar of chocolate ice cream.

He picked it up from the floor and studied the composition.

“Just think! From France.

“It’s not yours!” Isn’t that right, Rodrigo?”

She went over to the prisoner, pulled the phone out of his pants, flipped through it with her finger, found the page she needed, and showed it to her brother.

– Elle est si belle…! (What a beautiful girl!) he exclaimed, not hiding his delight. – C’est elle que je veux rencontrer. (I want to see her.)

At that moment, the Wizard seemed to notice Roderigo.

“Who is she to you?” Do you mindif I pass her this ice cream myself?

Rodrigo started to protest, but Josephine whispered to him, biting her earlobe painfully.

“It’s best not to argue with him. He doesn’t like to be argued with.

“This is a terrible misunderstanding. My hands are stiff, “Rodrigo said, pleading.

“Release him,” the Wizard said, nodding to his sister. – You can ‘kill’ each other without these trinkets.

The blonde went to the poor guy, took his chin and kissed him on the lips.

“What a charmer! Will you marry me?” She laughed, and Rodrigo nodded, half in jest, half out of fear.

He tried to remember how he’d ended up in this apartment. He remembered being woken up by the alarm clock, he had to get up for school, but he decided to stay in bed for a while longer. And while he was basking, he admired his beloved for a long time. She slept on her back and barely smiled in her sleep. She was dreaming of something pleasant, magical. The way her hair was spread out on the pillow, the pallor of her face, the beauty of her thin body – all this pleased Roderigo. He always thought Snow White was extraordinary. And now in the dream she was so defenseless and desirable that he decided to try and began to kiss her tummy, slowly sinking down. Snow White woke up instantly, and his head was instantly in the grip of her clenched knees.

“If you behave like this, darling, we’ll have to break up…” she said reproachfully.

“No, not really. Don’t say that! – What is it? “he asked, startled. – I love you very much.”

“Well, if you love me, honey, go get some ice cream,” she almost ordered him, yawned, and went back to sleep…

And he stood there for a while with his red, worn ears, angry with himself for not being able to put her in her place, for not having the courage to overcome his constant ingratiation with her. Yes, he’d decided to buy her some chocolate and even feed her some, in another attempt to get her to pay attention to him. He imagined breaking off a sweet piece from a tile and saying to Snow White as she woke up:

– Open your beautiful mouth a crack…

She opens it a crack, and he puts chocolate on her tongue, leans down, asks her to share, touching his lips to hers…

This hopeful thought made him ecstatic and he hurried to the store. He still had a bit of time before classes at the institute, and he wanted to blow off some steam and try his luck with her before she was fully awake.

In the store around the corner, everyone already knew him and greeted him as the most expensive guest. Unfortunately, the chocolate ran out, and then Rodrigo bought a jar of chocolate ice cream. With this gift, he left the store. A striking blonde woman with a large stack of shopping bags suddenly blocked his path. The bags were in her hands, some of them lying near her slender legs, waiting to be picked up.

“A young man, a man,” the woman said to him in that simpering, promising voice. – Please help me carry all this to the second floor.”