... The death of Delvig was a terrible sign that the last part of the German prediction had begun to come true. Then I did not understand this yet, but now everything appears significant and complete. The ring dropped during the wedding and the extinguished candle irrevocably convinced me that nothing good would come of the marriage. Ultimately, we ourselves predict fate. In order not to be completely discouraged, I consoled myself with the anticipation of the wedding night, the first joys of owning N., and prayed for God to extend them as long as possible in my family life. Thirst full of happiness attracted me to marry. It was marriage that seemed to me to be an all-healing cure for my displeasure and longing.

It was an attempt to escape from oneself, but one that could change, having no character, to become different. N. was my fatal luck, which I bargained with her mother, donating dowry and making debts. After the engagement, waiting for the wedding day, I thought of how I would change and how my life would change when I pledged allegiance, for I sincerely intended to abide by it. I used to have five women a day. I'm used to the variety of cunt, female habits in fucking and everything that distinguishes one woman from another. This variety did not let my passions fall asleep, and the constant pursuit of him was the essence of my being. When I first saw N., I realized that the inevitable happened. The desire to immediately possess her was so strong that it instantly turned into a desire to marry. It has happened to me before, but never with such force, I have never felt such delight from my chosen one. When my proposal was finally accepted, I, as a groom, managed to stay with N. alone. I hugged her, and running my hand over my breasts, scratching with my fingernail on the dress there: where the nipples were supposed to be, and soon my nail began to stumble over them. N. blushed, but did not push away my hands, but only whispered: “Don't, mom can see.” Her mother is a decent fuck, angry because, besides the grooms, at the Plain Factory, no one wanted to fuck her. She was not averse to setting herself up, but I, of course, was not up to her. She oppressed her daughters in every way, holding them like in a monastery. And I looked at my sisters and thought about turning their monastery into my harem. I, the groom, reproached myself for such sinful thoughts, but it was impossible to get rid of them. I adored my nun and, step by step, planned to turn her into a skillful slut. But my plans were not allowed to materialize, and, probably, for this I love N. to this day. Our honeymoon flew in sweet learning: I was learning the language in which her body speaks, and N. learned to respond not only to my language. My perseverance and her diligence more and more often brought N. to enthusiastic moans that sounded like music to me. Possessing perfect beauty, which, in addition, you got a virgin, is the greatest happiness that falls to a man's share. Its acuteness is so great that it cannot last for long. When I plunged into my newborn wife, closing my arms, feeling her stirring, which had not yet grown out of shame in giving in, and hearing her hot breath at my ear, I experienced a state of triumph that only God at the moment of creation could experience.

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How much joy was for me to lead N. along the winding paths in the garden of voluptuousness. When I first put her on all fours and two lobes of her sunny ass opened in front of me, her legs were too long for me, and I had to rise from my knees to reach pussy. I told her to bend her back. N. hesitated, and instead of bending, she arched. I laughed at her holy ignorance, and she turned to me in surprise as the cow turns around when you approach it from behind. I put my hand on the back of my Madonna and pressed down, indicating what was required of her. N.obediently she obeyed and, feeling why this was necessary, she laughed herself, not knowing that laughter caused convulsions in her pussy. I then tried to teach her to squeeze me a dick, not laughing, but on my instructions, but she was dull as a lover, and I had to tickle her or make her cough so that her cunt came to life. She ends only once a night and, having finished, does not want anything else. For the wife this valuable property, she does not bother with lust when you want to sleep. But at first I tickled her pretty. All the time I felt as if I had deceived nature: I, a dwarf with a monkey's face, possess a goddess. And assess how good I am in love, it can not, because for this you need a comparison, God forbid. In those early days, we agreed not to conceal even the most intimate thoughts of each other. I understood perfectly well that I would not fulfill this contract, but I wanted to foster in N. a sense of the need to share my thoughts and desires with me. The main thing is not to be angry, no matter what she tells me. Otherwise, she will henceforth be afraid to be frank. Following this commandment, I fastened myself with all my strength so as not to show a storm of indignation or jealousy. N. took our contract to heart, and to my question about what love adventures she had, she confessed. When she was fourteen, she and her mother and sisters were invited to the ball at the palace to the sovereign. At one point she was lost among the guests; a beautiful maid of honor approached her and whispered in her ear that the sovereign wanted N. to be introduced to him. My girl fluttered with fear and obediently followed the maid of honor. She led her to the office where the emperor was sitting in a chair. Maid of Honor introduced N. and left, leaving her to stand in the middle of the gloomy office. The sovereign got up from his chair, sat on the sofa and sat N. next to him. He asked her questions, and in the meantime he pulled up her dress higher and higher. N. did not dare to move and tried to answer questions exhaustively. When the crowned libertine spread her legs, N. felt how “the waves of heat began to overwhelm her” - this is how she described her condition. But suddenly someone knocked on the door. The sovereign rose, adjusted his dress to N., and left the office. A minute later the maid of honor appeared, who brought N., and took her back to the hall where the guests were dancing. The mother began to worry about N.'s disappearance, but when the maid of honor announced to her that N. was presented to the sovereign, she calmed down and only looked at her daughter with suspicion. She was so agitated by the incident that her mother called her to her house and asked if N. remained with the sovereign alone. N. replied that yes, there was no one in the office except for them, but the Emperor was called somewhere, and they did not have time to talk about anything. “Oh, you liar!” I said as calmly as possible, fearing that N. would hear the grinding of my teeth. But the woman replied that she did not like to lie and, they say, everything that she said to her mother was true, and her mother did not ask her any more questions. When Koko became a maid of honor, I forbade her to move to live in a palace, than to make the sovereign even more angry with me. N. was embarrassed by the money that the sovereign had presented her for the wedding, and I remembered that. When we moved to Tsarskoye Selo, she avoided meeting with the sovereign in every possible way, choosing lonely places to party. But while walking around the lake, we nevertheless met with the reigning couple, and the empress invited N. to the palace. At home, N. began complaining to me about how she did not want to appear in the light. It seemed to me suspicious, and I pulled the above described confession out of her. I knew about the vicious innocence of sovereign passions long ago from the maid of honor, which I treated fucking for nervous seizures. So N.'s confession was not news to me, I knew what I was seeking when I asked her. I just did not want to know that my wife was his “living picture.” The sovereign gave a great oath of allegiance to the empress and therefore does not fuck anyone but her. But in order to somehow partake of the sacred beauty of the women around him, he orders them to undress and spread their legs in front of him.Reveling in the spectacle that has opened, he jerks off and lowers beauties to the bosom and, without touching them, leaves them. The empress knows about it, but does not consider that in this way the oath is broken. If many maid of honor suffer from the "innocence" of relations with the sovereign, then N. assures ...