I love my husband very much. To madness, to tremble at the knees ... But we both have very complex characters and therefore we often quarrel, and more often because of all small things. It’s called a freedom-loving, selfish little fool that fell in love with a power-hungry, no less selfish womanizer ...
And one day, on a warm summer day, we started to curse as usual, at first because of some minor trifle, I don’t even remember what it was, but then the argument grew and grew, in the end we told a lot of nasty things to each other, and I went home in tears. For quite a long time I endured such quarrels, where both are guilty, but all the blame falls on me, but this time I was seriously offended by Cyril.
We didn’t communicate for exactly a week: neither by ICQ, nor by telephone, nor meetings, no contacts at all. I was not going to endure all this further, but my husband was in no hurry to apologize, which, in general, was in his style. Seven days later, in the late evening, I received a message on the ace:
“Let's put up! I am waiting for you in about 16 hours on my street. Uniform - camouflage "- and at the end a kiss. Kirill is interested in everything connected with war, campaigns, survival, etc. And we both play laser tag. So camouflage and berets are both of us and are not something strange.
I got dressed, as it was said, and exactly at 22.30 I stood at the entrance of the house number 16. Cyril approached in two minutes. He hugged me and gently smacked on the lips.
- Let's go to! - He said and opened the entrance with a universal intercom key. We climbed to the last, fourteenth floor and Cyril climbed the stairs leading to the roof. He opened the hatch, climbed up and told me to climb next. I climbed up, shook off my hands, looked around and was stunned ...
Five meters away from me was a cape. There were fruits on it: grapes, cherries, bananas, juice was next to us, since we do not drink alcohol at all. And many, many candles ... Around their cloak-tents their perky lights flickered everywhere. In the last reflections of the sunset it looked fabulous, unreal beautifully!
I looked enthusiastically at my husband, I even had tears in my eyes from happiness. I approached him, hugged and kissed me, as if betraying to him all the gratitude that filled me. Having kissed, we sat down on the cape, Cyril poured me a juice, and I started for the grapes. It turned out to be very tasty, sweet.
And here is another surprise: the music sounded. Wow! This is my favorite song! Joe Dassin - Atoi ... For me, this song means a lot: under her Cyril seduced me at first sex, turned it on when we walked somewhere on the embankment, but in general I have a lot of positive moments and emotions.
Naturally, my heart immediately melted, and all the insults were forgotten. We lay, enjoyed the music and each other. I kissed for a long time, passionately, like the first time ... I felt a gentle touch of my hand on my chest: Cyril climbed under my clothes and gently stroked me. My eyes closed by themselves, and I gave myself to the feelings, this airy bliss ...
Cyril's fingers gently slid over the hard nipples, made circles around his chest and returned to the nipples, gently squeezing them, pinching. Then Cyril pulled up his jacket up and his lips stuck in my chest. He caressed her, tickled her tongue, sucked her mouth, lightly bitten. From this intoxicating feeling of a loved one, from his caresses, I literally felt dizzy ...
Cyril rose from the chest to my ears, burning his breath, ran his tongue through the earlobes. Covering his neck with kisses, he again went down to his chest, began to stroke his tummy, going lower and lower. Here he touched smooth, like silk, pubis, and, incidentally, dragging off my pants, walked over his lips. He stopped at the clitoris, sucking in his nectar, and carefully pushed his wet sexual lips with his hand. I had a feeling of something unreal, fabulous, it seemed I was floating above the clouds ...
Nashar Kirill member, I firmly grasped him, caressing while through his pants. I felt his desire, a member and asked to be outside. Sliding my hand under my pants, I released him and began to admire this rearing splendor.Licked his lips, put them to the head. Slowly exposing her, moved down to the base of the penis. Having done this up and down several times, I stopped at the head, holding it in my mouth like a chupa chups, and with my tongue I played with the bridle, tickling it with quick movements in different directions. Kirill looked at my games with a member with interest, and his glance seemed to invite him to continue.
He gently laid me on my back, bent my knees, and without haste entered the entire length. I groaned and wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him toward me. Cyril began to move in me, then accelerating the pace, then slowing down. I opened my eyes: there was a starry sky above me. Unusual beauty! Thousands of stars looked at our love! Our lips merged in a long kiss, we both just went crazy with happiness and pleasure ...
Increasing the speed, Cyril tensely moved in my hole, and abruptly removing the member from it, brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and sperm poured into it, so warm and pleasant ... It was wonderful, incredibly cool!
Catching our breath, we dressed back so that the mosquitoes would not eat, and began to absorb the fruit. They lay there, talked about something, listened to music and were stunned by what was happening, then began to play cards. Having played enough, I got up from the cloak, took a few steps and lifted my head up. The moon hung right over me. She was burning bright light and seemed so close ... Here hold out your hand - and touch! And yet, despite the fact that the moon is considered so cold and lonely, it seemed that if you touched it, you would burn yourself ...
I heard footsteps behind. Cyril approached me. He hugged me around the waist and gently kissed my neck. From this kiss, my creeps crawled over my body, and the excitement returned again. It seemed to us that the roof was blown down, Cyril pulled my pants down, bent over, not pressing hard, but demanding on my back. And it all happened again ... We stood like that for about twenty minutes, I felt the member sliding back and forth and finished ... Kirill caressed my chest with swollen nipples, then my wet bump, bringing me to bliss ...
Not far from us was some kind of stone elevation, Cyril laid my jacket on him and sat me on it, spread my legs and entered me. I moaned sweetly, and he stuck his trunk deeper and deeper into me with every movement. My nails dug into the back of Cyril, and I shivered from the next orgasm. Thousands of fireworks exploded in my head and in my whole body ... We have not been so good together for a long time! Still, sex after a quarrel is the sweetest and most passionate sex!
The second time, Cyril apparently was not going to finish so quickly, and we were sometimes interrupted to take a sip of juice or eat a piece of banana. And then they went back to business and loved each other ... So we met the dawn. Standing almost at the very edge of the roof, a meter away, we held hands and looked at the first rays of the rising sun, bathed in them and in our happiness. It was the most wonderful morning of my life!
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An interesting comment like this ... why do I need your ICQ? ...
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YES, I HAVE SEARCHED FOR THAT !!!
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Doing romance, do not fall to the level of pink snot. Assessment correct: D
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Pink snot find in the "soap operas." I just described a pleasant day, more precisely a night ... And if for you the candles and fruits on the roof under the moon are "snot", I am very sorry for your girlfriend if you have it. Because every woman wants to feel like a princess at least once in her life. Only someone has enough money for Paris and the Eiffel Tower, and someone has a date on the roof - a fairy tale.
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I am about the enthusiastic description of starry nights and the same enthusiastic epithets. Candles and fruits are a broken attribute of a romantic evening and I have nothing against this attribute.
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“In the last reflections of the sunset it looked fabulous, unrealistically beautiful!”
“I opened my eyes: there was a starry sky above me. Unusual beauty! Thousands of stars looked at our love! "
But at the same time:
“Having increased the speed, Kirill tensely moved in my hole, and abruptly removing his penis from it, raised it to my lips. I opened my mouth and sperm poured into it, so warm and pleasant ... It was wonderful, incredibly cool! ”
I'm about it. All too sugary, sweet honey cake, although it was not too lazy to look at other publications and saw BDSM, which, together with the statement of love for romance, looks strange.
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And despite the slightly critical statements, I still put 10. It’s written well, without errors, and, quite importantly, without errors.
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Mars, thank you for such detailed comments. Maybe it turned out to be too sugary in places, but as I felt, I wrote it) And what about bdsm ... Who said that romance is alien to those who love hard sex? Maybe there are few such people, but they exist) I really love to diversify my sex life, and a lot depends on my mood) Sometimes you want unearthly love and tenderness, and sometimes passion and rudeness) Something like that)
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Good luck in the creative field, waiting for new sketches. For some reason, I imagined the roof as in “Children under 16 ...”, only at night and with the attributes of a romantic evening.
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Good story. I like it! Plus 10+
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Thank)
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perfect story)
you have talent
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I realized that this is not a fantasy? You can envy. Thank you for the pleasant emotions from your story.
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Thanks for the nice feedback)
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Mdaaa. Frequently quarrel and put up like that. What should I do if I am afraid to argue with my wife?
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Keep on being henpecked, rag.
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Absolutely agree with the previous message of Mars. I do not like such pseudo-men as Shohrukh. A man must be a man! From him should blow the male, so he wanted to obey and love. It is for these qualities that I appreciate my husband and tolerate all his flaws, because the virtues cover them!
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Do not drive Permyachka. All this snotty romance with Joe Dassin does not smell like a male. The same henpecked, only dressed in camouflage. A real male to his woman (and especially his wife) does not allow to say nastiness. And if it happened that way and it wasn’t possible to plug her in time, then in the process of tragic reconciliation it will be tough to educate her, so that it would be painful and intelligible, and not to arrange romance on the roof.
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Personally, I have nothing against romance, and if you want to fuck you stupidly or pofap on stories like seven fuck one curvy thing and show her what kind of a hoososka she is, do not read stories with a note of romance.
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Mars, do not care how you feel about romance. I turned to Permyachka, which, due to inexperience and female cunning, incorrectly formulates the image of the male.
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Well, go fuck, pidrila. Is this maternity seven fuck one curvy? You write some kind of shit yourself, and you also open the breadbox on others.
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Marsik, silly, why did you spread your rash? Did I accidentally break you? Do not be offended, baby and do not swear so primitive, it does not paint you.
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Yes, I am matershinnik, mother and pervert, you opened me. What is the essence of a bummer? Something I'm a baby? What is your male identity? Justify, lohman. Some pederast opens his mouth off topic, balobolit and then he wants not to swear? www. idinahui net
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Calm down already, you fool.
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Uncles Mars and Gospodin_Pornograf, to measure pipisek use the ticker and lichku. And in my comments do not need to.
Gospodin_Pornograf, indefatigable you are our critic, I want to ask you: if you think that “snotty romance does not smell like a male,” what the fuck are you doing in the section “Romance” ?! Do not want to "snot" - read "Submission and humiliation", etc. My ideas about the male male do not sharply coincide with yours. I understand your world view in general. And I will be very grateful to you if you save me from your comments on my stories in the future. If you still want to express your opinion - please. But! 1) Your opinion is now deeply indifferent to me; 2) Do not make "srach" in the comments. Read above where to do it. Thank you in advance!
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Permyachka, I have no complaints about the story. It corresponds to the designated categories. And it seemed to you, I am here with no one here I am measured by the level of "masculinity", I do not scold the romance, I do not arrange srach.
It all started with your phrase “I do not like such pseudo-men as Shokhrukh” and further outpourses about the masculinity of my spouse. Disrespect to the reader. The man was impressed with the story, sadly asked a rhetorical question, but you, with a dreadful troll of the dull troll of Mars, started to show off ... fuck. Given the fact that in the story your spouse himself looks like a henpecked - I could not remain silent. That's all.
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You know ... With all the desire, my husband cannot be called a henpecked. But a man who is afraid to argue with his wife, like Shohrukh, is just the henpecked. And to give recommendations on how to learn to be a Man is not my business. I absolutely do not need it. This is not a psychological support center. Probably, I supported Mars in vain and was too harsh in assessing Shoxrux, but I know too well such henpecked men, I could not restrain ... I will consider and I will be more correct. I consider the discussion of this issue closed.
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Returned from where he sent? I am not a troll, pornographer, not once. You have a trollphobia, probably a troll raped you as a child, now you see them everywhere, our male.
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Permyachka, what went bankrupt? Dick up? In the kitchen. I'll be a cap, but: New Stories. He went into this category, noticed the story, wanted to see. And then the UG, which claims to be something more.
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Chic story, 10 points.
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Thank)
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I dream of such love. Still not met. I envy white envy +10
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I think you will definitely meet!) This, it seems to me, happens to everyone at least once in their life.
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I'm afraid I missed my chance ...
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Mr. Pornograph, we'll get along with you.
Instead of an epigraph ...
To begin with, I note that Mars is a cretin and a nedotrol. This is for warming up.
Permyachka is an author whom I noticed precisely because of this story. I thoroughly prepared and re-read all the stories of the patient. I think I'll be a cap, but I have to say it. They all consist of mutually exclusive paragraphs. Romance with group fucking and BDSM is at least ridiculous. The most interesting is that the author did not even try to change and continues to scribble.
“You say that like it's bad!” - tells me my alter ego.
“Impenetrable stupidity is always bad, Anon,” I remark admonishly.
So here. Fruits and poncho (tangent paragraphs, where to go without them), fucking and tenderness, cloying epithets and sucking "chupa-chups" (really, found in the text!). Comments from grateful romantics (although nehuyah is not romance here, stupidly Joe Dassin, fruit, juice (fucking, the author in all the stories is such a whore, everything is clear here without alcohol) and not a romantic cloak). Together with the pizdezh about "males" (oh yeah, my husband is a neebatszo male, I pizzhu on him, and he dick) and the cloying (like the story) comments, it deserves a five.
Total:
Pour sugar bowl into tea, taste it. Nicely? Here I am about that. 5 points for the story gets Permyachka, nizakhot.
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Young, be kinder to people, time. Lurk is not in trend, two * chuckling wiping fat from the monitor *
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Drocher (phew, how disgusting, how could it have been so called?!) ...
Firstly, your nickname speaks for itself, and the opinion of a person with such a nickname on this topic is absolutely not authoritative. It seems that you have never had sex, but only know how to masturbate.
Secondly, well, whoever told you that romance is alien to lovers of hard sex ??? Why such extremes? Either you are a snotty sentimental girl, or a whore, whore and sadomasochist. Why do you rule out the existence of something average? I am an ordinary, normal girl who loves hard sex, but sometimes she wants romance, tenderness and affection. Who said that this does not happen? What makes you think that it is not compounded? In me, for example, these sides are perfectly combined. And if you still claim that this can not be, then you are a very limited person, if you can feel so one-sided.
Again, who said that fruit and a tent are mutually exclusive things? Perhaps you do not know what a cape is? And if you know, explain to me why fruit cannot stand on it?
Your criticism is not based on anything. Throughout your entire commentary, you can only see: incompatible things, mutually exclusive paragraphs, etc. And only on this you call my stories “fuck”.
Thirdly, about your phrase: “although there’s no joke here, not romance, stupidly Joe Dassin, fruit, juice” ... I understand that every person understands the word “romance” in his own way. But! Romantic music, candles, fruits are the traditional attributes of romance. Do you disagree with that?
Fourthly, for the phrase “fucking, the author in all the stories is such a fucking thing that everything is clear without alcohol” and you can get a teeth too, you will call your wife fucking!
Fifthly ... Well, you didn’t like the story, gave it a grade and left it. I like it, many people complain that there are so few good stories, what is all UG, etc. So, set an example! Write your own “perfect, smart, harmonious” story! And then everything can only be read and dirty. This is any fool can
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Ahhh, as kosher. Mission Complicated, your faithful servant goes into the shadow. Thanks for so delivering a piece of text. Permyachka need to write comments that are much better stories. Involuntarily adjusting to the style nedoffuffs.
Firstly, Mr. Pornographer is a Licking, who wants to make PR of this TP and pee in the comments.
Secondly, Permyachku easily burns from any "dirty inclinations" on her stories. First get like an iron argument in any controversy.
Thirdly, if I write that I am Mona Lisa from Cozy, will you also believe?
Fourth:
1. You have not seen me in life.
2. Your husband would not break my teeth.
3. I live in Moscow, if you want to, then come.
4.???
5. PROFIT!
And in conclusion, I want to note that there are no half tones. And yes, you are either a fucking or a sentimental girl.
P. S. I’m not only littering, there are a few comments with quite positive reviews.
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By the way, the word to be called immediately shows that all the stories were typed in accordance with Microsoft Word, because to be called is not used in this context. I will not give Pruflink, learn Russian, an anxious high school student.
P. S. Could not resist. I address to the Pornographer who in fact Pornostudent. If you follow trends, then you are a narrow fagot. Isn't pisyun rubbed?
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Green, you thought that your “mister-pornographer-we-you-get-on” I would gladly throw myself at this girl? Crowd and romping geeky? Judging by the reaction, this is exactly what you hoped for, a naive Chukchi young man * good-naturedly chuckling, picking the young troll boy in his teeth with the bone *
First of all. With lurkoyobami zapadlo even shit on the same information field. School golimoe.
Secondly. You failed the very first test for thickness, a low-jolly uyebishche. Be ashamed and repent.
* lamenting at the degraded youth, irrevocably leaves this field of sracha *
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Gospodin_Pornograf, hats off! * surprised look *
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* falls off a chair and laughs wildly, rolling on the floor *
There is one moment. We will get along with you - it means that I support the opinion regarding sabzh.
First, I agree with Mars, even though he is a moron. You see trolls everywhere.
Secondly, it is still not known with whom and who is ashamed to shit.
Third, judging by your avatar you are green, serf.
Well, your parents, who did not know about the condom, should be ashamed and repentant. Trite, but true.
Z. Y. Also, your emotions under the asterisks do not deliver, if something is carried out, then only rubbish into the yard facepalm.
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And then I will add that you are against me as Maxim Doshi against Eminema. Well this is so that it would be clearer to you, because you cannot do otherwise, alas, ah ...
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Bored, commented late. I went from you, anal slaves.
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Jammed! It is a pity that stupid youngsters, who consider themselves the most intelligent and sharp on the tongue, train in the art of argument and try to show themselves as “speakers” here. I do not write so that some asshole, who have nothing to do, smear everything and everyone. I write, firstly, at the call of my soul, I write down overwhelming feelings and emotions, and secondly, for people who read my tales and enjoy them (there are such people) and will not assert themselves in the comments.
I hope this is the last comment on this topic. I don’t intend to reply to anyone else for such a “srach”, fuck with it yourself. DO NOT LIKE - DO NOT READ! Write yourself, see how your "creativity" will be appreciated.
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And you know, Permyachka, I like your stories! Write more. Just be above the anonymous comments, do not take them to heart and do not get involved in the controversy is not essentially written by you - do not answer. Everyone's lives are different, and therefore the level of intelligence, emotional stability and addictions, too. Good luck to you!
P. S. And do not answer me, my comment is not an analysis of your story.
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Ahah, said a high school girl who fucks with a muddach. Tales ... E-my, these are more likely not tales, but cancer creativity, which writes chicken ass and spreads it for the same crayfish, but all people laugh. Self-affirmation at the expense of sick people is a sinful business, I rather came to have fun. I do not masturbate all day long to become a “true writer,” who is a bit more fucking than full. Plus, it has already been said: drocher is a nickname that (in my opinion) is suitable for this resource. Oh yes... Maybe I would comment on your feelings and emotions, but I will confine myself to the following phrase: “Your emotional level is not higher than that of a toothpick”
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Ahaha, everything is clear how romantic you are here BDSM. I'll go while you're not raping anyone here, prostitute: D
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Ahah, vanilla cunt, you need me so much that you won't minus me, mediocrity. Well this is such a ridiculous thing.
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Muhahaha, the very same comment deleted, chmoshnitsa ptushnaya. Drain up the toilet, mediocrity.
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you have a great story.
nicely described and nice to read.
people! dear! if you're not interested, do not read!
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Your story touched, despite the efforts of some oligophrenics to water it with shit, but as you know, it is on it that beautiful flowers grow. Be happy, love and appreciate each other! May Heaven protect you and your children.
Sincerely, from the Siberian taiga of the Krasnoyarsk Territory.
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