If you have a girlfriend and you treat her bad, you should think about the way your best friend will comfort her…
Catherine is sitting at the table in front of me. She is my friend’s girlfriend and we’re just friends, nothing more. They’ve been together for a year and a half. Albert left for a business trip for several days and Catherine invited me to her place. So, we’re sitting and drinking Champaign.
- Well, what happened?
- We’ve had a row again. Some trifles, as usual. We stopped seeing each other for some time and now he left. I miss him really, and … I need sex, it drives me mad. You know, I’ve been thinking about … some unfaithfulness… with you, - she was smiling spitefully.
- No, no, Cathy, I’m not going to do that. He is my friend and I value our friendship. Sure, you’re pretty and having sex with you is… but sex can be different… We don’t consider all relationships in bed to be unfaithfulness, do we?…
Catherine nods and looks into my eyes. (more…)
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This lady comes to Germany hoping to find a good job, but instead, her employer arranges for her to work in the brothel…
It was summer and I had my vac in a couple of days. It meant I had so many days free of students, free of curriculums and syllables, free of books and classes. I deserved some rest. I had some grand plans for the vac and was kind of short of money. So when I saw an ad on one of the sites I was browsing through that night I thought it could be fun and could bring me some cash: “Work and travel abroad.” The ad promised good money, new experiences, and seemed like real fun.
I dialed the number. The nice voice told me the company dealt with recruiting maintenance staff for European hotels. The voice said they still had vacancies and asked me to tell about myself. I said I was 28 I could speak English, German, Italian, and I was single. The voice invited me to come to their office next day.
Everything happened so fast. Seemed they liked me. I had golden curls, a nice toned body. It didn’t take me much time to get all the papers ready. So in less than a week I found myself in Germany on one of the old narrow streets in Bavaria. I came in the office and saw a muscular young man behind the desk.
“May I help you?” (more…)
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