I don't know how I know her, but I do. For years. Contact has been irregular. We chatted once in a while, stayed in touch and met a few times. Her mentioning a boyfriend didn't really matter, nothing was supposed to happen. Yet it did happen. I feel no regrets, as I had nobody to feel guilty about. She apparently was married, yet she still called her husband boyfriend. I hadn't expect her to make a move, but I didn't resist when she did. Before we knew we were both naked, I have to admit, she has a nice body. At some point guilt must have crept up though as she interrupted what we were doing and left. Just in time not to blow her cover it turned out later. We have met again, though nothing happened anymore.
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Friday, December 31st, 2004
1:26 pm - Marie Antoinette (51)
I had known her for years. Even when she was a little child. By the time she had grown up, she had a friend and we only saw each other once a year or so. Not that it mattered, I know some of her relatives better than her. Than at some point we are talking a bit more and bump into each other more often. I notice that she is on her own and also notice that we both share interests beyond the regular day to day gossip that many around us are being occupied by.
Then on new year's eve a lot of people go to the huge party, while we are in a small pub. Before we know there is only us two, some heavy drinkers and the landlord. By the time he closes we go for a drink together at my place. To beat the cold we end up in bed, fully clothed and too pissed to do anything serious, yet it feels good. We are amazed nobody had noticed what happened and hardly dare looking at each other the day after. We go out one night and we like each other. But we also know that the age gap is more than just a decade. She is on the point of doing all the things I have done during the last decade. The timing is wrong. We sleep in each other's arms once more, but know nothing serious can come out of this. It ends before it started, before people found out what was happening. It is better this way. I've gained a friend.
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Saturday, May 22nd, 2004
12:29 am - Yanira (50)
Old fashioned head twister. It worked. I didn't even have to look twice. She turned around, though it was her friend who took the initiative. We had a chat, but as I considered her still very young, I went for a walk on my own. They followed me. Before I knew I was having lunch with 3 ladies, all of them telling me how nice she was. We agreed to go out that night. She came to pick me up in the place I rented.
When she arrived that evening, she looked stunning. I couldn't just use her, so I told her that I have tried long distance relations, they fail miserably sooner or later. Apart from that, a big age gap and the fact that I hardly knew her wouldn't be an advantage for us. She wasn't having any of it. She still wanted me and to prove it started kissing me.
Who am I to ignore a beautiful young woman trying to get the best out of me? We did go out that night. We kissed a bit more, I took her home, at least close to it and went back to my own place. It would have felt as abuse anyway to use that gorgeous body. The next day she was supposed to show me around her city. She didn't show up, or too late, I didn't wait longer than an hour. I even tried calling her once, honestly, but obviously this couldn't become the long distance relationship she was hoping for. Though I still suspect her from seeing me as a ticket out of her country. I'm getting too cynical for this game.
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Saturday, March 20th, 2004
6:57 pm - Consuela (49)
It had taken me quite an effort to get rid of two little girls who pretended that the age difference wasn't there at all. Somehow I can't believe that they were really attracted to me, nor that they were old enough at all to roam the streets as they were.
Yet later on Consuela came up to me and soon made her intentions known. The massage she promised me was very tempting. Her hint about being lonely since her difforce wasn't very subtle either. We left the building and took a taxi to her place. This wasn't a palace, but we only needed the bed. Her motivation was soon visible, her tits were great.
Yet from there on, things went downhill. She avoided any oral action, whichever way, in professional fashion and was so scared for strange diseases that two condoms were the minimum necessary for her. I should have left there, but somehow I didn't. The fact that afterwards she asked for a little help, as she was so poor wasn't a gesture either. I felt obliged to help, but also felt cheated. Had I slept with a prostitute, or was I just thinking so?
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Thursday, January 8th, 2004
12:00 am - Patsy (48)
I'm not sure if I should count her here. Thing is we have been flirting quite a bit for quite a while. Even worse, we came close to snogging. So close, it might as well have counted. The fact that she is married does not help our case. We actually discussed a lot about us, we are fairly open. I know more of her marital problems than most people, probably even more than her husband. But we also concluded we can't offer each other anything but an affair at the moment. Which wouldn't be worth it, hence we stay friends. Had we met a decade ago, we would have been shagging our brains out easily. And often. She just looks so hot, when looking at here, I sometimes have to convince myself that we did make the correct decision. Though we both know that it could still happen. Up until now there was always one of us who stopped the other. Most often me, lately her. The world is strange sometimes.
Our song: Specials - Much too young
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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
5:33 pm - Anna (47)
The one that shouldn´t be on the list. The self fulfilling prophecy. The gossip was there before anything happened. Though in my head it had happened quite a few times already. Later I found out that her head was even faster than mine. Thing is that head had a very pretty face. And underneath a body to die for. I could have happily given up sex, if I were to hold that gorgeous one just for once. And somehow dreams come true sometimes. Her dream, my erotic fantasy. That young lucious naked body against mine. It happened only a few times. The situation wasn´t ideal, nobody should find out. I guess nobody ever did. Which does add a bit to the excitement. Only disadvantage is that anything you bed after her, will look pale in comparison.
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Saturday, September 6th, 2003
3:19 pm - Gabi (46)
She is number 46, yet I just don´t feel she should be in any list. Not here. Not anywhere. Too unique for that. Hence no details.
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Sunday, November 25th, 2001
9:14 am - Linda (45)
I was growing up. I had been through the phase of conquering. I wasn't very interested in one night stands anymore. I met her, we talked. We talked a lot. I liked her, she complained to me about her boyfriend. We went for a drink. We came back. We kissed. Our hands went further than our minds. We were in a public space, decided to head for the toilet. By the time our hands were touching each others genitalia, it was over. We both knew that we shouldn't proceed. It wasn't a mistake, it wasn't alcohol induced, we were just there for the wrong reason. She was nice, but I met her at the wrong time. It just doesn't work for me anymore. I'm afraid I have grown up finally.
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Saturday, November 3rd, 2001
4:46 pm - Karina (44)
If ever there has been a rebound, she was the one. Which is not a very nice thing to say, but in hindsight the only truth. Funny enough, while I was still with Marcela, I read a book called "Girlfriend 44", I think the author was Mark Barrowcliff. That's when I started counting and reconstructing. She was 43 at that moment. I had no intention of ever reaching 44 myself, but by the time we broke up, I knew I would.
I had met Karina already during the two months I was travelling alone, away from Marcela. But as I was in love, I never felt the need to act upon some gut feelings a man gets whenever he sees he could score. So I behaved well, but stayed in touch with Karina, as she was a nice girl. By the time I broke up with Marcela, we were still in touch and I just knew that should we be in touch again, the inevitable would happen. I was right. The moment we met again, I knew that she was hoping for it. Unfortunately I wasn't too sure. In my mind she was better looking that she really was, but the very same night she came up to me and I didn't stop her. The next day we went on a camping trip for a couple of days together. We shared a tent and much more inside.
I have to admit I really enjoyed the sex. Karina seemed very eager, even though she admitted at never going for one night stands (one week in this case). In this one week, we had amazing sex. In the middle of nowhere, while putting up our tent, enjoying the last afternoon sun, at the side of the road. Or on a bush campsite in our little tent. In a hostel our very last night, knowing that next door several others must have heard us. It was great.
But however great the sex was, sleeping together, completely wrapped, was a nice sensation as well. Especially while camping, we needed each other's warmth to get through the night. But (there is always a but) I got to dislike her more and more throughout the week. Her breath wasn't very pleasant, the last time we had sex, we didn't kiss at all. The fact that she clang to me, didn't help either. After five days we went our own ways again, as things go. She was great for sex, brilliant for my ego, but also made me realise that this wasn't it. I need the warmth and passion as much as the raw and loveless act itself.
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Monday, October 29th, 2001
8:49 pm - Marcela (43)
For the first time in ages, I found myself dumbstruck in love again. She was beautiful, talked openly to me on the first time we met and she seemed to like me. The fact that she was a decade my junior didn't matter. We lost touch, but I had to find her, so I did. We got on really well again very soon. Even though she had very little time, combining a job and her studies, we tried to meet as often as we could. On the days we couldn't we spoke on the phone for ages, afterwards thinking how we had talked so much, without really saying anything.
All went well for quite a while. Her friends considered us the ideal couple, my friends really liked her. After a couple of months we had to leave each other for a bit. She went home across the globe, I had to continue my journey. But we kept in touch, phone and e-mail worked miracles. When we saw each other again, after about two months, things seemed okay again. The word seemed is appropriate. Trouble started when we started seeing each other's mistakes. We had seen them, but ignored them at first, as you do, when you are in love. Next we couldn't see each other very often. Her job took up a lot more time, mine made me less flexible than before. We didn't talk as much anymore, nor did we really enjoy each others company anymore. We argued more and more often.
During her holidays we had planned to travel together for a bit, but the closer it came, the more it appeared to be impossible. It turned out that she couldn't take any holidays, I had invested to leave anyway, wasn't going to change my plans. We broke up, not in a very nice way either. She had told me a few times already that at times she hated me, in my eyes for ridiculous reasons. After we broke up, I knew she was right. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. Clichs are true. I started hating her guts. Her arrogance. The fact that she was a spoilt brat. I tried to discuss things with her, to get to the phase where we could be friends, as she hoped we would, as I had done before. I told her I couldn't. She stopped the discussion, since then we haven't communicated properly. My last attempt at a serious relation stopped the day we reached half a year.
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Sunday, October 21st, 2001
9:45 pm - Sonja (41) and Maria (42)
Even though this was not a threesome, it was the closest I got to one. The three of us were walking back to our place, it was a cold winter evening. To be a gentleman, I offered them an arm, so that's the way we walked home. I knew Sonja was eager, just by the way she had been behaving all night. Maria then turned out not to be as distant either. By the time we got back, it was decision time. They were looking at me, I just said we should go up to their room. They were sharing a double room, even a double bed, I didn't see the problem. Our main problem was communication. My Italian was bad, their English not much better. Strategically I visited the bathroom to let them discuss. Then both of them took turns to do the same. When Maria went, Sonja more or less attacked me, leaving very little to the imagination about her plans. Maria was less enthusiastic though. We kissed, but when the three of us sat down together again, they started talking to each other. Both of them said they weren't keen on the idea of another woman involved. My argument that I didn't expect them to perform on each other didn't help. The mood was over anyway. Sonja went to see me out anyway and couldn't be stopped, we found an empty bathroom, where, in the cold, we tried to do something vertical, that normally is done horizontally. I'm still surprised the fountain held her bum..
It wasn't a good idea, but I thought that it was one of those things one has to do in one's life. In hindsight the highlight of the evening was the discussion I had with some others earlier that evening on the existence of Greenland. Their main argument that if you had never been to Greenland, never met anyone from Greenland, nor seen any flights going there, it doesn't exist, stood up better than I did later.
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Friday, October 19th, 2001
11:14 pm - Katja (40)
And there she was. It wasn't love at first sight, as these things happen, but instant attraction was certainly there. We talked a bit and went into town together, as we both had arrived from the same border crossing within half an hour of each other. That evening we sat in the local park and drank rum together. We kissed goodnight, went to our own beds and went to see the ruins the next day together. We decided to leave together. We sat next to each other realising that the hormones were holding back just a bit more. In the next stop we found a place and looked at each other when asked if we wanted one or two rooms. In the heat of the day, the first thing we did when entering was trying the big bed. We repeated the antics after the meal. And again the next morning before we left. I couldn't remember when I had had sex three times within a day anymore.
Still, what we had was much more than sex. We started adapting our schedules to each other, because we liked each other. She had told me about her bad relation at home, I had told her about my wild life before. We really had a bond. We had long conversations that were as important as the physical part; I even felt that the sex was getting better because of our spiritual bonding. Writing it down now makes it look like a pulp novel. It wasn't. We both knew it was temporarily, but we stretched it for every inch possible.
For three full weeks, we stayed together. 24 hours a day, I took her to the cities she hadn't planned, she took me in a rain forest I tried to avoid. And we like it. We both knew it wasn't love, but it was how love should be. We had our shortcomings, but we accepted them. We didn't have to adapt too much to facilitate the other. Afterwards I concluded that we both needed each other for opposite reasons. She needed me to get out of a four-year relation, I needed her to see that a relation is something much nicer than a string of one-night stands.
The last night we had passionate sex again. In the hottest night in history, not one square inch of the mattress stayed dry. We were sweating like pigs, not even a cold shower afterwards cooled us down, we slept in each others arms for the very last time, the taste of each other's sweat in our mouths. We mailed quite a bit for a time, even though we never planned to, we did miss each other. Until we both started seeing someone else again. Katja is a brilliant memory. I wish that should I ever find a partner for life, she will be as connected, both physically as mentally, to me, as I was to her then. A lifetime in 3 weeks.
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Saturday, October 13th, 2001
12:46 am - Nena (39)
If you'd see her, you'd be amazed. She is the prototype of the scandinavian woman. When you see pictures of wild blond women in nice places, you'll always see her. Had you seen her on the beach that day, you would be looking for Hasselhoff. The red bikini was just to confirm so.
The odds that we would end up talking were second to none. She was there with a bloke, I was sharing a room with a girl I had met the day before, to save a bit of cash.
We did end up talking. We talked all evening. And while our roommates went to bed, we found out that we were both single. We went for a walk on the beach and exchanged saliva. We agreed to invite the other over, should one of us ever buy the house at the beach there, regardless the situation we would be in. I tried undressing her, I felt the situation was ready for it. She wouldn't let me. I left the next morning, as planned, she never answered my e-mails.
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Wednesday, October 10th, 2001
11:13 pm - Petra (38)
There was a bunch of us climbing a volcano. 10 people, 8 nationalities. And a little boy guiding us to the top. It was fairly disappointing. After a long bus journey, a difficult walk, bad views, the top was there. Nothing more. But as a group we felt we had achieved something. How often do you stand on top of an active volcano? On the way back down it got dark, we had to look after each other, everybody was knackered on the way back. I sat next to her, Italian, friendly, not the typical Italian beauty you'd expect after watching Rai Uno a few times. She was tired and fell asleep on my lap. I didn't mind. I put my hand on her back (I had to leave it somewhere) and felt she didn't mind. By the time we left the bus, we knew what was going to happen. I think the others didn't realise.
After a meal with one of the others, there were the obvious choices to be made. We ended up at her place, guessing rightly that the night porter wouldn't know who was in which room. We had a shower together first and I found out she had quite a heavenly body. And hair under her armpits. Not that I minded. I think some women are overreacting when they see hair appearing there. As long as we're not talking little hedgehogs, I think it's fairly erotic. We had to get warm in bed first, she had put on some candles, so we didn't need the light and we warmed each other. Our conversations were not easy. Her English was nearly as bad as my Italian, but it didn't matter. We had sex and it was good. We slept close to each other, tired after the climb and the exercise that had followed it. In the morning we chatted a bit more. I can't remember why, but we got talking about money. I told her that were she to confess now that she was rich, I'd propose immediately. She told me I was too late. It took me a few seconds before the quarter dropped. I knew she was two years older than I was, but she hadn't told me she was married. She travelled alone and didn't think it was important for me to know. I guess she was right there. She flew home that very day. I saw some of the German guys, who walked with us the day before, in the park that afternoon. One of them had noticed what was going to happen. When I told them, they laughed. And started telling stories about Italian husbands and the Mafia. No way was I able to avoid the revenge. Up until now I have though.
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Saturday, October 6th, 2001
8:43 pm - Nell (37)
She was travelling with her ex-boyfriend. Not as weird as it seems. She didn't want to travel alone, a male companion is always good, he was not very outgoing, so had her to contact anybody else. There was them, myself and one Dutch cyclist in the place and we were enjoying the night on a balcony of a guesthouse near the Caribbean Sea. We discussed life, other journeys, literature, sex and anything you talk about on these occasions. When the owner wanted the door closed we carried the bench indoors and when putting it away, we suddenly kissed each other. Completely out of the blue, nobody had noticed. It seemed unreal. We both went to our own rooms after that. The place was old and I could hear the squeaks of the corridor, couldn't stop myself from curiosity. She was sitting on a bench with a torch, reading her book. She didn't want to keep him awake. I told her that I had the light still on. She came over and we read for a bit, though none of us finished the page. She was wearing just a towel like thingy, didn't stop me taking it off.
Animal like sex followed, it was pure lust and we enjoyed it. She was louder than anyone I had met before, everyone else in the place must have heard her. The bed, not too comfortable to begin with, wasn't the ideal place to sleep in with the two of us, but we had exhausted ourselves enough not to notice. Early light came through the curtains, when we both awoke. Instinctively we started playing with each other again and started the day we had finished the one before. Pure passionate sex. She was leaving on the early morning ferry, I had a couple of spare hours until my bus went. I slept through them and missed her leaving.
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Saturday, September 22nd, 2001
1:24 pm - Miranda (36)
I sat in a park when she walked past. I had to look up, not that she was one of those stunning beauties men twist their necks for, but she did have something that made me follow her with my eyes until she walked out of sight. A few minutes later she came back. Apparently she had concluded more or less the same. Sitting on a bench, just started writing a novel, that never got beyond the third chapter, she saw what she liked and came back for it. She pretended to take a picture, so she could stand close to me for a bit longer than is normal. It gave me the chance to talk to her. She sat down next to me. A couple of hours later we were sharing a bed. She was the first one ever to ask some questions. Apparently she had had a v.d. at some point and had become extremely careful since. I was prepared. She was the first real ginger head I had sex with, her pubes were even lighter, it looked like a small girl's cunt. She was skinny, I could feel the bones touching each other while we were at it. She hardly had any tits. But the sex was great. The next day we both had different plans, but we agreed to meet the next night. I missed the appointment, my bus was late. I searched but didn't find her. She was searching as well. We met after we had had some food independently of each other. The sex was even better. I tried to convince her to travel along with me for a bit, a few things on our itineraries were the same anyway. She didn't, as it would have messed up her plans too much. We never slept together. After the sex she preferred sleeping alone, I had to get back to my own place. We lost touch soon. But I must be really wrong when I think that she has no regrets. Nor do I.
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Sunday, September 16th, 2001
12:12 am - Carmen (35)
Another one for the category "Shouldn't have". She came up to me in a park where I sat writing. She said she wanted to practice her english. We spoke for a bit, until she had to go to lectures. She wanted to see me again and as I was in town for a couple of days anyway, we met again. We walked through town for a while, ate an icecream and spoke spanish all of the time. I soon knew that the English bit wasn't important. And even though she was young and attractive, I didn't feel anything for her. The gap in age and especially life experience that came with it was too big. I knew what she wanted, but didn't want to give it to her. By the time we said goodbye I was thinking a peg on the cheek, she thought tongues. I couldn't stop her and didn't. For a flash second I was considering to take her to my hotel, a place where to get through the entrance you had to battle your way past a group of prostitutes less willing to let you pass than your average NFL defence. I could just shag her senseless and let her leave the place on her own, explaining to the pros that she just gave me for free what they had tried to sell me without any succes for the last few days. I didn't though. I put her on her bus back home.
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Sunday, September 9th, 2001
10:39 pm - Renee (34)
We were watching the South Park christmas episode with a small group in a hostel in Florida. She sat next to me. We sat closer together at the end of the episode than at the beginning. It was comfortable. We kissed goodnight, and never spoke again. She left the very next day.
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Friday, September 7th, 2001
9:34 pm - Jenny (33)
She was the group leader during the last week of the season. I had to laugh in myself when she got off the bus and introduced herself. It was only twenty something hours after Genni had left and here I stood opposite a beautiful teacher from the UK. The hotel owner laughed as well when he heard her name. "At least you won't be confusing names", he remarked, showing that he knew what had happened just before. Jenny wasn't just very beautiful, she was also very nice. Apart from that she, younger than myself, was already leading a responsible life, without forgetting to enjoy one self.
We got on quite well, which came in handy for the job, but during the limited time off, we still enjoyed each other's company. Soon we went out for a late night drink. We kissed goodnight, running the risk of being caught by some of the kids from her school group. It could have cost both of us our jobs. In my case not a very big risk, as I was near the end of the season, for her a bigger risk. Normally that wouldn't bother me, though for her I was willing to give up the semi wild life I had led for over a year. We ended up in bed together one night. The second night we had sex, though we had to be very quiet, my bedroom shared a balcony with some of the boys from her school. The bed squeaked like hell, we ended in a laughing fit. Enjoying each other's company in bed was even more important than sex, this was a sign.
We stayed in touch and I went to visit her a couple of months later. After a great first day (and night!) it went downhill. We ended up arguing and the goodbye wasn't as pleasant as the welcome. We both knew that it wouldn't have any long-term implications, but at least we gave it a try. Once more we met, doing a trip together for a couple of days. We had been talking about travelling together for a while, now it showed that we would have to abandon the idea. The first night we had sex. Not just sex, but great sex, she has a great body and seeing her again after more than a year made me want her from the first second. But as communication went bad (though nothing in comparison to the next couple of days), I didn't expect anything. We were already in (separate) beds, when we decided to go for a nightcap. We had a couple of drinks and loosened up, after which the animal attraction between us must have taken over. After that it was a nightmare. We ended up not talking for ages, arguing and hating each other. Afterwards we concluded that it was more self-hatred projected towards the other. We should have swapped lives a year before, we both envied the other. We're still in touch, though not very often. She is still as stunning as before, even though she's not the youngest anymore (nor am I). Someday we'll bump into each other, I'm sure. What'll happen nobody knows.
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Wednesday, August 29th, 2001
12:59 am - Genni (32)
Australian ski instructor and waitress. She worked in the hotel I worked a few weeks every week as well. The first time I was there, we exchanged a few words only, we were both too busy. The next time it was more relaxed. The season was nearly over and we got to know each other a bit. On her last night the owners made us drink. She was due to leave the next day, I still had a week to go, but any occasion for a little party was welcome. Why her boss told her that she it was a shame she had to leave as 'you are really his type?', I still don't know. I never knew I had a type! But the alcohol did help as well and by the time the owners went to bed, we planned to go for a few more across the road. We only had to find my coat in my room. Needless to say that as soon as we were in my room, the few more drinks were canceled. We snogged and cuddled closely in the small bed. She had to get up early, wanted to leave, but as there was no more transport, this would mean a big long walk in the cold night. It wasn't difficult to convince her to stay. We were both too drunk to think about anything but sleep together closely, though later that night, when we both sobered up, we had a pathetic attempt at sex. But we laughed about it and kissed goodbye early that morning, before anybody was up, she wanted to go home. We wrote a couple of times, but lost touch after that.
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Обнаженная Сати Казанова
Известная Российская певица Сати Казанова появилась на свет в Кабардино-Балкарии в октябре 1982 года. Еще в детстве она проявляла себя как одаренная девочка и поэтому с 12 лет юная Сати начала заниматься вокалом, что и предопределило ее будущую жизнь. Толчком в шоу-бизнес послужило участие в проекте Фабрика звезд и дальнейшее появление группы под названием Фабрика, где благодаря своим вокальным данным и природной красоте у певицы она стала более узнаваемой и востребовательной. Даже после ухода из группы в 2010 году ее популярность не упала, а напротив стремительно росла. И естественно у такой красивой девушки были запоминающиеся фотосессии для мужских журналов. Сати Казанова позировала обнаженной для таких известных изданий как Playboy, Moulin Rouge и конечно же Maxim, завораживая читателей откровенными нарядами в сочетании с такими же откровенными позами и выставляя на обозрение свое роскошно тело. Папарацци также не обошли вниманием Сати Казанову и смогли запечатлеть певицу с голой грудью на показе мод и конечно же засветы во время ее многочисленных выступлений. Итак посмотрим на эти голые снимки очаровательной Сати Казановой.
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Голая Сати Казанова | Голые знаменитости
Голая Сати Казанова появилась в журнале Moulin Rouge в 2006 году. На некоторых фото знаменитость позировала топлесс, но свою грудь она прикрывала руками. Единственный снимок с засвеченной грудью в этой фотосессии, там, где певица откидывается назад.
В 2003-м году российская певица позировала в интимной фотосессии для глянцевого журнала Maxim в сексуальном прозрачном нижнем белье, а на некоторых звезда и вовсе в одних трусиках.
Полу голая Казанова снялась и в мартовском номере взрослого журнала Playboy в составе женской группы Фабрика, вместе с Ириной Тонеевой и Сашей Савельевой.
Свой голый сосок знаменитость засветила на передаче News Блок MTV.
Родилась русская звезда второго октября в 1982-м году в поселке Верхний Куркужин (Баксанский район, Кабардино-Балкарская АССР)
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