1. Telephone Reality


    Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Masturbation, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Source: LushStories

    The man at the bus stop cussed loudly after the first raindrops spattered his face. A few adolescent girls with tawny skin complexions and golden colored sneakers giggled as if they had overdosed on magic mushrooms and rushed ahead with their arms stretched open. An elderly woman unfolded her umbrella with a visible worry etched on her face and raised it over her curly, gray head. She was probably worried sick that the water dripping from the sky contained a high percentage of acid that would harm in some way the precious peppers and tomatoes tucked comfortably in her cloth bag. A businesswoman with a briefcase was waving in an annoyed manner at the yellow taxis passing by her. It was that type of rain, one of those brief, summer episodes that would come rushing in and then withdraw just as quickly. However, all the participants caught in those episodes were always running for their lives, just like a pack of rats sneaking out of a sinking ship. Divna* was walking in a shamelessly lazy way among the bumping crowd, her hips swaying gracefully. She always acted as if even that humdrum, dusty street was a catwalk beneath her feet. Every footstep was calculated and she never made a single surplus movement. Her friends who fancied themselves to be much more intellectual than her always threw out hints to her that such type of behavior of a fashion model and sexual predator is rather ridiculous. She gave them a candid innocent smile and piped in such a sweet way that nobody would ...
    doubt her sincerity. “Well, that's just the way I walk.” Her long, wavy hair was soaked due to the sky's wetness and it was sticking to her clammy skin. She was holding a big bag full of ripe, black cherries that brushed past her hip. The facts that she was drenched to the bone and had no umbrella or raincoat was not a serious stimulation for her to move faster. Divna was in a hurry for nowhere. She looked around and smiled sarcastically at the rushing characters darting on their ways. One of her favorite ways to spend her time was to observe people and make up stories about them. Not all of them were suitable to be disclosed before audience though, so she collected them carefully in her mind. Perhaps some day she would sit and write them down. However, she had always been a much better speaker than writer. Divna loved talking. Not in the way some chatterboxes do, discussing everything under the sun without a stop, pouring every random thought that passed through their brains. She had the gift to choose exactly what the other person wanted to hear. She was capable of wielding her speech in order to catch attention and keep it long after the echo of her voice had died away in the distance. Her elocution was just like her walk; slow, in a leisurely, elegant manner. Nevertheless nobody ever accused her of being phlegmatic. Her highbrow mates would probably tell that it didn't happen due to her impressive body shapes. She would just smile in a seemingly silly manner, laugh, expose ...
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