Vacation in Gagra
Based on the plot of the poem “Electric trains are rushing to the sea”
I once came across a peppery poem on the Internet.
We talked about the poet - a dashing guy.
What Yevtushenko, or anyone else, wrote,
But there was one assessment - with a masterful hand.
A verse just for a page to show
Why Muscovites like to relax in Gagra.
Why do people strive there with body and soul?
You can sunbathe and swim near Moscow.
This topic is relevant and worries us.
A lot has changed dramatically now.
After all, since the poet’s verse fluttered into the light,
Five decades have passed in this world.
The world has opened its arms, we are free now.
Life around us has become busier, tempting us.
But ladies still strive to go to the Caucasus
And to understand this, let’s tell a story.
***
The train is rushing to Gagra - the wind can’t catch up,
Lena and Ira, two Muscovites, are going on vacation.
Both are juicy blondes, about thirty-five years old.
It’s like a glossy picture - you can’t take your eyes off it.
The fourth size breasts are still strong,
The hips are full, but in moderation, the arm is flexible.
The lips are soft, the legs are long and still light,
Plump pubes appear from under the jeans.
In general, looking at any one, you can say this:
Whether in clothes or naked, you want to hug.
Squeeze the firm breasts, kiss them all,
Not letting the sweet pussy sleep until dawn.
***
Ira goes to the sea for the first time in her life
And with delight she accepts Lenochkin’s story:
That tangerines and sweet wine are everywhere.
And the mustachioed Georgians have been waiting for a long time.
That they are dexterous at a feast and will always sing.
And they are not timid in love - guys are no different!
They have such strength and such passion in their hands,
That summer I stayed and rested to my heart’s content.
Sometimes he will squeeze you so hard that you won’t be able to breathe.
And when it hits your lips, it immediately makes you tremble.
You immediately feel the man’s taunting mustache.
And the mighty spring breaks out of the panties.
Now he scores a goal into my goal,
And, of course, I want him to enter.
He repeats attacks many, many times
And caresses me all night without closing his eyes.
How can you not remember my husband here - he looks like a big guy,
He stopped being my friend, his ardor disappeared.
He will take the dose, stroke it a little and knead it slightly,
He will sit for half a minute and immediately fall asleep.
***
Ira swam from such a conversation.
She rolled her languid gaze and lay down on her side.
She explained her weakness, slightly looking out the window -
Her husband hasn’t given her this joy for a long time either.
Compassionate Elena sat closer to her
She hugged her knee - it’s more fun together.
She says that only sadness can understand her
And immediately it will help her relieve the tension.
The train devours miles, the wheels beat in harmony
And the pink sunset glows throughout the window.
There is no world - there are only two and blind passion,
And sometimes the power of this lady is bizarre.
***
The sun is hot, the waves are splashing - God's grace
Sunbathing, full of bliss - it's great to relax
We absorb tangerines, local wine,
And there are only Georgians around - there are plenty of them.
Two men, about thirty-five years old, are already approaching:
They invite us both to go for an evening walk.
Go to restaurants and drink wine,
And it’s not too early to go home together.
I introduce myself as Jumberi, and my friend is Vakhtang.
Both of them have a rank immediately visible in their exterior.
He says he hasn’t seen such blondes for a long time:
I’ve only seen them in pictures and sometimes in movies.
To prevent us from being stolen here, they will guard us.
Well, since they didn’t take husbands, they will amuse.
And immediately suggests, in order not to burn
rub your body with your tanning ointment.
Hands gently rub the ointment into the back, along the legs
And the desire grows both in the chest and there.
The body is made for affection, you need to rest
I say, with downcast eyes, that we’ll go for a walk.
***
We are leaving the restaurant, I’m slightly drunk.
A through wound burns through the soul and the wine scrapes:
What can I give myself to now, cheat on my husband
How can I figure this out and who to blame
We’ve already reached the house,
But we didn’t find either Lena or Vakhtang here:
And Jumberi hugs, begins to kiss
And the desire grows to give all of himself.
I am cheating on my spouse in my life, for the first time.
I thought, I’ll sunbathe and see the Caucasus.
But Priapus is powerful and knows that his captivity is sweet
And he tells me about this, just above the knees.
I whispered a prayer that I was ruining myself.
That I promised to be faithful. I love my husband.
How will I get back home? What should I tell my husband?
But it’s already clear to me that I won’t refuse.
The world has disappeared again and passion triumphs again
Showing an example to new people of your power.
Old doubts melt, the body clings to affection.
Looking into the pool of pleasure, the heart dies sweetly.
He didn’t let me sleep until dawn
During this time I became happy five times over.
I understand - as long as you are in the body, you are good-looking,
The pussy soul should always be at work.
That half-finished sweets must be picked up
And weave flowers of love into your hair for joy.
Away all false doubts and embarrassment
You must swim in pleasure every day and night.
***
The vacation is over and the train is rushing from the south to Moscow.
The friends return, having dispersed the melancholy.
Slimer, fresher, having lost five years,
We rested as we wanted, what’s not to understand here.
At home, children are like tits, a joyful husband.
Everyone kisses the vacation girl - her butt is elastic.
Breasts are elastic, lips are tender - you want to suck
Whispers to her husband serenely - together we are again.
They put the kids to bed and went to bed.
The husband breathes impatiently and begins to kiss.
And again there are two of us in the world - me and my husband,
And he is as happy as a slaughterhouse, a good old friend.
But he is unable to give the former pleasure
Thirty-five movements and already a cordon.
Affectionately kisses him on the cheek and gets ready to sleep.
I’ll spend the night thinking about how to save myself.
I will not cheat on my husband - I love him.
I also need a reliable friend - I’ll buy one for myself.
And when my procurator sleeps sweetly
My vibrator will help me experience happiness.
***
We are good friends with Lenochka - she is so gentle.
When my husband is not at home, I need her.
Stays for the night, we fall into bed
And we make out with the cheat, not wanting to sleep.
And, of course, without a spouse, as this time,
I will fly with my friend again to the Caucasus.
Without a doubt I will immediately throw myself into the pool of passion,
To bathe in pleasure and fall into ecstasy
P.S.
Nowadays ladies have begun to visit Gagra less often.
Russian women are leaving to vacation with the Turks.
They go to sunny Egypt to disperse the sadness,
And their planes carry them away to a foreign distance. ()
There, again, there are oranges, tart wine,
And mustachioed men have been waiting for a long, long time.
The sun of the fiery south awakens passion
And the beloved spouses rest to their heart's content.
So that we don’t doubt for our friends,
That a new friend will have fun with them,
We need to exchange vodka along with beer for kvass -
After all, our ancestors had strength - we remember it even now!
Earlier, the husband will come from mowing, drink the kvass,
He puts his braid in the corner and crumples it all night!
And now he gets drunk on beer, grows a belly
He scratches once lazily and snores all night.
Exercise, run every day.
Improve your culture in sex, forgetting about laziness.
And it’s better to go on vacation with your wife together,
So that there, in a new place, you can personally amuse yourself!