Vijim..!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Makina mori rrug\u00ebn p\u00ebr jasht\u00eb Athin\u00ebs, drejt Pendelit, nj\u00eb zon\u00eb e mbushur plot vila, nj\u00ebra m\u00eb e bukur se tjetra. Kisha qen\u00eb aty edhe her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera. E gjith\u00eb zona banohej nga njer\u00ebz t\u00eb pasur. Aty nuk te shikonte syri asnj\u00eb pallat, madje edhe vilat 3 kat\u00ebshe ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb rralla. Dukej sikur ato sht\u00ebpi njer\u00ebzit i kishin b\u00ebr\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb jetuar ve\u00e7 t\u00eb tjer\u00ebve, p\u00ebr t\u2019u shqetesuar sa m\u00eb pak nga njer\u00ebzit e tjer\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Makina ndaloi para nje vile. Shoferi mori dik\u00eb n\u00eb telefon dhe dera u hap\nautomatikisht. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Dilni vajza, – tha ai, – se arrit\u00ebm… Ika un\u00eb, se mua nuk m\u00eb pranojn\u00eb\naty. Ma mbani mir\u00eb shefin! – shtoi duke qeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Asnj\u00ebra nga ne nuk foli, por u drejtuam te hyrja e brendshme e viles. Ishte\nnje hyrje me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb madh\u00ebshtore, me dy shkall\u00eb me hark q\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7onin te dera\ne lart\u00eb e rrethuar me kollona t\u00eb larta me mermer t\u00eb bardh\u00eb. Edhe brenda ishte\nnj\u00eblloj, shume madh\u00ebshtore, me nj\u00eb si oborr te brendsh\u00ebm q\u00eb mbulohej me nje\nkupole xhami te bardhe nga dukej qielli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Hajdeni vajza, – na u drejtua nje djale i ri simpatik, i veshur me kostum\nte zi me vija te bardha. – Do t\u2019ju \u00e7oj\nne nje dhome qe te zhvisheni e te jeni me te lirshme. Te gjithe do te jene nudo\naty brenda. Do te kete shume te ftuar, mes tyre edhe njerez t\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsish\u00ebm,\nprandaj \u00ebsht\u00eb e tep\u00ebrt t\u2019jua them se \u00e7do gj\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb shikoni ose d\u00ebgjoni k\u00ebtu,\ndo t\u00eb mbetet k\u00ebtu…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai na shoq\u00ebroi drejt nj\u00eb dere q\u00eb t\u00eb \u00e7onte n\u00eb nj\u00eb sallon t\u00eb madh t\u00eb zhytur\nn\u00eb gjysm\u00eberr\u00ebsir\u00eb. Ai ndri\u00e7ohej vet\u00ebm nga disa qirinj t\u00eb vendosur rreth e qark\ntij e n\u00ebp\u00ebr tavolina. Rreth e qark kishte divane e kolltuqe. Sapo m\u2019u m\u00ebsuan\nsyt\u00eb me gjys\u00ebmerr\u00ebsir\u00ebn, pash\u00eb ne nje cep dy burra lakuriq q\u00eb po p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelnin\nnje vajze bjonde te gjate, t\u00eb shtrir\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb divan t\u00eb bardh\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Hajdeni vajza, \u00e7far\u00eb do te pini? – na u drejtua shefi yn\u00eb q\u00eb sikur na\nmbiu p\u00ebrpara syve. Ishte po ai shkurtabiq bullafiq qe kisha par\u00eb n\u00eb zyr\u00eb dit\u00ebn\ne par\u00eb t\u00eb pun\u00ebs, por ashtu, lakuriq, me nje peshqir te mbeshtjell\u00eb poshte mesit\ne me barkun e fryre si tullumbace, dukej ndryshe, pa autoritetin dhe forc\u00ebn qe\ni jepte zyra. – Ju jeni krenaria e zyr\u00ebs son\u00eb, – na u drejtua neve, duke na\npare me ate v\u00ebshtrimin q\u00eb dukej sikur t\u00eb zhvishte me sy. – Do t\u00eb kenaqeni sot,\n– na tha duke na zgjatur te katrave nga nje gote me uiski. Nderkohe, e preu\nfjalen ne mes sepse te dera u fut\u00ebn dy burra me trup mesatar, njeri nga te\ncil\u00ebt i ngjante nje kengetari shum\u00eb t\u00eb njohur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00cbsht\u00eb… – m\u00eb tha emrin e tij kuqja qe kisha n\u00eb makin\u00eb. – Kam qen\u00eb edhe\nnj\u00eb her\u00eb tjet\u00ebr n\u00eb nj\u00eb fest\u00eb te tille dhe ishte edhe ai. \u00cbsht\u00eb shum\u00eb i k\u00ebndsh\u00ebm,\nedhe ne seks nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb keq, – tha ajo duke u kthyer e duke ia b\u00ebr\u00eb me dor\u00eb k\u00ebng\u00ebtarit,\ni cili nuk e zgjati, por erdhi drejt saj dhe e puthi n\u00eb faqe. Ishte v\u00ebrtet ai,\nk\u00ebng\u00ebtari q\u00eb un\u00eb e kisha shum\u00eb qejf e mezi prisja ta shihja n\u00eb televizor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– M\u00eb ka marr\u00eb malli, – i tha kuqja dhe, duke i futur krahun, u nda nga ne\nduke shkuar n\u00eb nj\u00ebrin cep te dhomes ku ishte nje kolltuk pa doreza, si krevat i\nvogel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nderkohe, vazhdonin te vinin njerez. Kishte qe vinin edhe \u00e7ift; fem\u00ebr e\nmashkull. Salla e madhe u mbush plot me njerez, meshkuj e femra. Shume nga\nburrat i kishin fytyrat e kuqe, si\u00e7 duket nga viagra apo stimulantet qe kishin\nmarre. Ne nje cep vura re se rreth nje tavoline xhami t\u00eb rrumbullak\u00ebt, tre\nburra dhe nje femer po thithnin pluhur te bardhe…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ishte shume qesharake te shikoje gjithe ata njerez lakuriq ose pothuajse\nlakuriq n\u00eb nje dhom\u00eb. Kurre nuk kisha pare kaq njerez lakuriq s\u00eb bashku.\nShumica e femrave ishte nudo, ndersa nje pjese, te veshura me te brendshme ose\nkishin hedhur nje shall t\u00eb madh rreth trupit, si n\u00eb plazh. \u201cTe veshurat duhet\nte jene ato qe vijne t\u00eb shoq\u00ebruara\u201d, mendova. Ndersa po shikoja nj\u00ebr\u00ebn nga ato\ngrate me gjoks te varur qe sh\u00ebtisnin neper sall\u00eb duke par\u00eb \u00e7iftet q\u00eb b\u00ebnin\nseks, m\u2019u afrua nje burre rreth te 50-ave, i gjate dhe shume i mbajtur, me nje\ngot\u00eb n\u00eb dore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Njihemi? – me pyeti.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po, – i thashe, – jemi takuar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jam miku i Stefanos, – tha ai per shefin. – Ai m\u00eb ka folur mir\u00eb p\u00ebr ty,\nndaj t\u00eb kam k\u00ebrkuar n\u00eb telefon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– K\u00ebtu jeni t\u00eb gjith\u00eb miqte e tij? – pyeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ose miqte e ngushte te miqve te tij te ngushte, – qeshi ai.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Ka edhe qe vijne \u00e7ift?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Po, edhe une u habita kur pash\u00eb q\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb kishte shum\u00eb \u00e7ifte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– E b\u00ebni shpesh?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– \u00cbsht\u00eb hera e dyt\u00eb q\u00eb e organizojm\u00eb. Ti nuk ishe her\u00ebn e par\u00eb, apo jo?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Si e organizoni? Kush i paguan pijet? Shefi yn\u00eb? – pyeta duke qeshur.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, jo, paguajm\u00eb t\u00eb gjith\u00eb nj\u00eb kuot\u00eb. Do t\u2019ju japim edhe juve nj\u00eb zarf n\u00eb\nfund, – tha ai duke m\u00eb p\u00ebrk\u00ebdhelur t\u00eb prapmet dhe duke m\u00eb drejtuar nga nj\u00eb der\u00eb,\npor sa hapi at\u00eb, ndaloi menj\u00ebher\u00eb. Aty, mbi nj\u00eb tavolin\u00eb n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn qe\nvendosur nj\u00eb dyshek, ishte shtrir\u00eb nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb q\u00eb ul\u00ebrinte si e \u00e7mendur e q\u00eb e\nkishin rrethuar 4 a 5 burra lakuriq q\u00eb po b\u00ebnin seks me t\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– T\u00eb p\u00eblqen k\u00ebshtu? – me tha.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– Jo, – i thash\u00eb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
– As mua! – me tha ai. – Hajde shkojm\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend m\u00eb t\u00eb qet\u00eb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ai m\u00eb futi krahun e parakaluam gjith\u00eb dhom\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkuar n\u00eb cepin tjeter.\nDiku me zyri syri Nadjan, duke folur me nj\u00eb djal\u00eb t\u00eb ri, ndersa n\u00eb nj\u00eb kolltuk,\nkengetari kishte marre ne preh\u00ebr kuqen dhe po benin seks pa e \u00e7ar\u00eb kok\u00ebn fare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or\u00ebt kaluan pa u ndjer\u00eb derisa u zbardh. Pata \u201cfatin\u201d t\u00eb b\u00ebja seks edhe me shefin…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vijon..!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Vijim..! Makina mori rrug\u00ebn p\u00ebr jasht\u00eb Athin\u00ebs, drejt Pendelit, nj\u00eb zon\u00eb e mbushur plot vila, nj\u00ebra m\u00eb e bukur se tjetra. Kisha qen\u00eb aty edhe her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera. E gjith\u00eb zona banohej nga njer\u00ebz t\u00eb pasur. Aty nuk te shikonte syri asnj\u00eb pallat, madje edhe vilat 3 kat\u00ebshe ishin shum\u00eb t\u00eb rralla. Dukej sikur ato […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":21114,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[94],"tags":[249,2213],"class_list":["post-21169","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-histori-nga-jeta","tag-histori","tag-prostituta"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21169","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21169"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21169\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/21114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21169"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21169"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21169"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}