File I.

The breeze is ruffling the lady's hair gently, as she’s running in slow-mo with wide-open arms to The MAN. Her snow-white, ankle length dress, for that reason it’s being ankle length, is swaying and twisting around her ankles. The woman’s running in a swoon because of imagined pleasure, when  J. ‘s flashing, snow-white smile dazzles her for a moment, so she does not notice little brats are digging a pit and building a sandcastle in front of  her. Her voluptuous scream’s turning into a malformed crack, when she land in the bottom of the pit. From the face of her fearless love disappears the toothpaste commercial smile, and he does not suspect, that he is the only reason why his darling, with nicely flying hair, is landed in this indecent situation: legs kicking up for the sky, okay, just almost up for the sky, her little dress, while is ankle length, even so is twisting somewhere around her neck, and she does not wear knickers; but he knows he has to help her. And our hero, well he’s not a kind of shy guy… is not ashamed to embrace the beauty that the lady revealed flirtatiously – not only for him... He does not hear it though, but he KNOWS that his lady is opening her cherry lips to voluptuous screams under sand, while he is working on her labia. After that source of joy our BIG hero digs out, well, he make it by children, staring in the area, to dig out his chosen heart and the little woman of his principal muscles from a dune, then rinses the sand out of her mouth, her face and hair with the mildly salty water of the ocean, than he snatches up the poor little lady with the help of his astonishingly swelled, huge muscles, and he’s walking away with her into the direction of the sunset- to the south.

File II.

The Lady is laying on a swing, sunbathing and reading. Or at least she looks like to. Actually she’s waiting for HIM with smooth, deeply trembling. HIM, the master of the orgasm and g-spots. J. is the MAN who has a big, I mean Gigantic muscle and nice goblin face and everything that is all dreams of the Woman. So the Woman could not do anything just let the breeze to ruffle her soft hair into her face again to hide the flush that is climb up slowly on her cheeks because the sensitive lobes are whispering her tremulously: there is the engine of J’s car that is burring silently on the street, and he’s turning and stops by the small house. Our Lady just let stay temporarily, now take a look at HIM as he gets off his car. He is a magnificent, surging muscle male with fairytale-white, sensual grin around his lips who is going towards the garden and he knows what is waiting for him. His beautiful woman in almost nothing, maybe with a book in her hands, maybe pretends sleeping. But J already knows: the Lady can feel his perfume so she cannot dispute for the desire, and she is looking up slowly. Yes, just now! There is a mellow lace slip that is covers her shy breasts and there is a silk pall down her waist. And yes, she makes a motion to fly his arms. But…oh, my God! Her legs, her superb, graceful legs are lapse the silk so the beauty falls down into the grass by enormous crash. And when she raise up her beautiful head with agape she hasn’t enough time to spit the fresh vegetables because something else, something Gigantic to hustle into her mouth whereby she forget her all problems immediately and she look forward to her lovely J spread with his huge everything, everywhere. And by the sardonic writer’s cynism…We continue the story not much later; the beautiful Lady blinks exhausted with a mildly green face lying down to her book again, she forget with thinking about the sweet-green memories this time to how she can be read meanwhile the inimitably wonderful J gets in his luxurious car with smug grin and he drive ahead to home, among the wonderful mountains of Canada

with a huge dust after him and with shiny wheels.

written by: BentAnat

translated by: drusnemet and kargavata