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because of the rag. Take it deeper.
- What, again with the hair something? !!!
- Warm, warm, my friend ...
- Dashk, I'll kill you. What have you done?
- Yes, nothing special ... She shaved her head well.
Yurka felt his eyes darken.
- Zacheeeeeeeee ???
- And so easy. I wanted to. Do you know how creepy it was? As before the first orgy. After all, it’s almost forever.
- Daaaash ...
- And it's hard to say goodbye to beauty. After all, bald head - an ugliness, it does not say. But that's the whole trick ... Yes, you understand me, do not play around.
Yuri understood. He imagined a beautiful Dasha, shaved like a prisoner, looking like a ridiculous pink egg - and his cock burst from a strange, weary desire, bitter like almonds.
- I understand ... Damn girl. Show pictures!
And Dasha sent him pictures of him where the lights were with his fresh bald head, and Yuri howled, looking at the sexually ugly skull and splashing sperm into the monitor ...
He and Dashka had a tacit agreement that was never discussed or violated: Yurka never saw her naked photos. They were naked for each other to the very livers - but only in imagination.
Act 5
Once Yurka began to notice that Dasha responded confused and weird. Shortly before he had time to tell her a plausible story about how he seduced beauty Nyusha and brutally fucked her in the ass, and after that threw her clothes into the garbage disposal and threw her naked out on the street. He relished Nyushin's beauty, her eyes, boobs and curls to priests, so he painted as Nyusha ran from tree to tree, hiding her bare pussy from passersby, and he, Yurka, followed, enjoying her shame - that Dasha suddenly told him :
- And if it was me? Would you kick me out without anything? Or you do not get up on bald?
Yurka choked.
- Hello! Is Cthulhu stepping on you? You're my sister! ..
Dasha turned the conversation to another topic. Soon she asked him:
- You, old Che, when guaranteed to be at your home computer?
- Only on Saturday ... Why?
- Never mind. I want to show you one thing that will go home only. When to catch you?
- Well, come on at 13. 00. Plus or minus ...
- OK. If anything, we will write down first.
Yuri was pricked in his heart, and he waited, and did not wait for the coveted hour. “What will it be?”, He thought - and finally decided that Dasha had decided to establish a video call with him on Skype ... for what?
“Does she really want me to be an observer? ... and I will see how her fuck?” From this thought, Yuri became covered with chilly, more and more confident in her, - and exhausted from impatience, jumping at night from languid nightmares.
At last the hour had struck, and Yuri was sitting at the monitor, pale as a wall. Dashi was not and was not online ... here! Appeared. My heart sank with anticipation ...
- Dashk?
- Hi, bratello! Are you on a home computer?
- Yes, as agreed.
- Right?
- Right.
- Well, then wait a couple of minutes for a surprise.
— ???
“What are you tormenting me for?” - Yurka wanted to ask, - and suddenly he jumped from the bell at the door.
“Blyayayayayad! Who else carries ??? ”, he gritted his teeth - and did not move. “Let them call, fucking, even before being put to nothing” - he howled to himself, staring at an empty monitor. They called the second, third time - annoyingly, frantically, like evil neighbors, if you pour the bathroom ...
- Hey! Che do not open, Che? Died, or what?
Yurka read Dashkino’s message in disbelief; then ran to the door, looked through the peephole ...
I swallowed - and frantically opened:
- Daaaaash ???
- No, well, ok: I'm calling, as if going nowhere. What are you, sniffed amanita, or what, brother?
Dasha stood in front of Yuri - with a backpack, with a mobile phone in his hand and with curls up to his breasts.
- Hey, Comandante! Saw the parasite and was stunned by grief? I after all have come to grease you ... Well, I am not glad, perhaps, bitch? - and Dasha suddenly found herself at Yuri's neck, squeezing him to green devils in her eyes. She bored with his nose, tickled her curls and slobbered his face, obzhmokav his hard, wet and not a sister ...
- Dash ... Are you a guest? To me?
- Brilliant guess! Brilliant thought worthy of Archimedes himself! - fucked Dasha, looking at Yurka with wet eyes.
“Ah ... you have a wig, right?
- You yourself wig. Nifiga I did not shave.I fooled you, okay?
- Nadula? Oh you ... Stop, and pictures?
- And what are the pictures. Ten minutes fotozhaby, and you even black ...
- Well, Dashk ... Well, toothy ...
- And what, not happy, or what? Is it like your favorite hairstyle, or am I confusing something? She grew up all this time, like Michurin ... By the way, you did not tell me your impressions. I'm listening carefully.
- Uh ... meee ...
Curly, ruddy, agitated Dashka was so deadly good that Jyrki squeezed his chest again, and he barely connected two words:
- Dash ... I have it ... just shocked ...
- I see. We will treat your shock now. Well, come here ... - Dashka beckoned him with his finger, and Yuri came up, chilling from the trick.
- ... Although not. Wait a minute Let go here ... and go out. For a moment. Lady needs to change clothes. Come on, come on!
Dasha pushed the bewildered Yurka out of the room and closed the door. Yuri stood under her and listened to the rustling of clothes, not knowing what to think. Dasha was “on edge” - she bragged as Nastasya Filippovna *, and Yuri knew very well how easily such bravado turned into hysteria and roar.
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* Character Dostoevsky's novel "The Idiot" - approx. auth.
“Come in,” a voice said. Yurka entered - and was dumbfounded.
Milky-pink Dasha stood in the center of the room and buried Yurka with wet eyes and embers. She was completely naked.
- You ... what are you? We are a brother and sister ... - muttered the cold Yuri.
“The cousins can ... They even get married ...” Dasha whispered in response. “At the registry office,” she explained, so that there was no doubt left, and she complained plaintively: “Yu-Yu-Yur ...”
Yurka approached her, staring at her body, which he so much dreamed about - on her pink nipples with horns, on her stomach and hips, arched by a jug, on a furry front ...
- Spoke that you shave. Lied too? He asked, as if that were important.
- No ... Then I shaved ... And then you said that you like it, and I stopped ...
Yuri looked at her with all eyes, she - at him. Then suddenly someone poked at the button-jumper, changing modes - and Dasha rushed to Yuri on the neck:
- Yurik, Yurik ... Did you still not understand anything?
Yuri really did not understand anything. But naked Dasha was stinging his whole soul on his neck ... and suddenly wild excitement unleashed him. It was tart and sour, as vigorous as cider; it had matured in it all this time - and suddenly it broke free, stunning the brain.
Not knowing what he was doing, Yuri grabbed Dasha and threw him on the bed like a sack of potatoes. Goggling, she looked at him - and he spread her legs wide open, and looking at her eyes at her shaggy shame, mauve at the core, pulled off his pants with underpants. I dropped the shirt, I wanted to get used to it and fuck it ... but instead I suddenly bent down and pressed my cheek against the sticky Dashina sink, as if it were my favorite toy.
He rubbed her nose and cheek, smiling like a happy boy, and kissed the wet, sweet-smelling petals, and licking them with his tongue, enjoying, like a chyatz, this miracle that he dreamed of so much ... Dasha rolled her eyes, smiling even wider, and sobbing with happiness.
- Dasha ... Dasha ... - muttered Yuri, not knowing what he was saying.
- Go here! - Dasha sobbed, and Yuri crawled to her - to her face and lips. Climbing, he nuzzled her cheek, and they laughed, looking at each other. Yuri kissed her lips interrogatively; Dasha smiled, and Yurka smacked another, absorbing the taste of her lips; gentle hands wrapped around his neck, not letting him back, and the salty tongue penetrated the shutters of his mouth ...
Second - and they kissed with gusto, sucking each other up to the chin.
The kiss grew like a rolling avalanche: lips and tongues moved, sucked and licked faster, hotter, happier, throwing out the stagnant passion - and now the kiss grew into a tangle of caressing flesh, which is a continuous cry and greedy, choking bliss.
Yuri blinded with Dasha, smearing her bare skin over her body. By itself, his dick found the entrance, by itself swam there, clinging with Dasha in a tight lump; Jurka had no thoughts in her head, except for “aaaaaaaaaaaa !!!” - and also: “she has everything to be smashed there ... why close?” The narrow density enveloped the member so sweetly that she wanted to growl, and Yuri growled, pushing into the dense course until it stops. Dasha howled, biting Yuri lips.
“Wow! Brute! ”- Yuri thought, swallowing Dasha half his face. - Ahhhh! Ahhh! - he howled, blocking her and shoving her hips like a ram.I wanted one thing - faster, faster, hotter, stronger; Gradually, the fuck went into a wild leap on the bed, and each leap was accompanied by a scream, spewed simultaneously in two sips. When it became unbearable - Yurka's eyes widened, his eyes fixed on Dashka - and hoarsely pushed the scream of a bursting avalanche out of him: S! S! S! S! S! - and roared, injecting fire discharges into Dasha. Dasha roared with him ...
It was a tantrum of bliss, in which the tension of an insane correspondence that exhausted both burned.
Epilogue
- ... What is it? Dashk, what was it? He asked her hoarsely when it was all over.
- Nothing. You fucked me, ”Dashka answered, smiling through tears.
- But ... Dashk ... Dasha ... My God!
“I felt so good,” she murmured, hugging him. - Immediately you can see an experienced Casanova.
- Yes, I'm not an experienced Casanova! Dash, I lied to you too. You are my second.
- What?
- Well yes. Dash ...
- ... But nothing. I still outdid you. You are my first. The very first.
— ???
Dasha laughed softly, looking at Yuri through tears.
- ... Wait ... I do not understand ...
- What is there to understand? - asked Dasha in a special, sonorous, gentle voice and attracted Yurka to her.
He snuffled, buried in her curls, and dissolved in sweet thoughtlessness, in incomprehension, in emptiness, which cannot and should not be understood, because it was very good.
- And I ... It probably hurt you, right?
- It was. But I liked it, ”Dashka laughed, and Yuria gasped at the silvery trembling of that laugh. - And it's great, we hung each other noodles, right? My God, Yuri ... Yuri! I loved you even then, in childhood, when we were here - did you notice? Did not notice? - She reproached him through tears, sincerely believing that it was so.
Yurka repently and blissfully snuffled in her curls.
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chic. you read delicious
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This is just a masterpiece !!!
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Damn awesome story. Just breathtakingly
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by Bravo! ...
Writing style, idea, sensuality and erotica!
Bravo!
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Dear Man!
Your stories are impressive and exciting ...
Story twists? It's a difficult question! Everyone has their own opinion on this topic. But I will say only one thing - your stories are not repeatable!
You are doing great!
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Story turns, clear-stump, predictable. What exactly there should or could be unexpected after the final paragraph of the prologue? * respects the author's regalia and everything else asks in surprise *
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And where is the author's regalia? :)
* asks to respect them too
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A medal on the board of honor is nothing regalia? * Hebrew reiterates instead of answering
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A. Love of the people to their akyn :) Well, who has the medals, who has gigabytes of comments - people's love has different forms of expression, in short :)
And by the way, do not tell me about turns. There are three of them: 1) Kroko = Dasha, 2) Arrival of Dasha, 3) Exposure of lies. The first one is still interpreted retrospectively: “aha, that’s what the paragraph was about.” The second, as for me, is quite unexpected. Well, and the third - yes, is predictable. But realistic :)
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“I work for people's love!
Akyn Man ”
In five acts - three plot twists. See the flaw in logic?
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Why are you in a bad mood today?
Three - claiming predictability; but only them, the stump is clear, not three. The concept of classic drama (which I am playing here, as you already guessed) suggested the following dramatic structure: 1 - exposition, 2 - confusion, 3 - imaginary outcome, 4 - new confusion, 5 - final outcome (for Bailo Region). What, with minor variations, here and implemented. As you can see, this structure assumes exactly 3 plot surprises - as in Phaedra, not here be remembered.
It would, of course, be more appropriate to write a drama in five sexual acts :) Viking is right.
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* ... claiming unpredictability, damn it :)
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Yes, you need to do something with your mood ... euthanasia?
I will not argue on the structure, even if I prove something, then there is no point - the game is a game.
Write a list of any five words * played in postmodernism *
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Post, mod, turf, bullshit, bottom :)
(each of them is in Russian)
* Euthanasia is not erotic. It is better to have a thread like a hyperstimulator like a slug from Predatory Things. Better yet, just live;)
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Got words, I think. The word "mod" in the Russian language is not registered, it is tracing from English. Anyway.
Euthanasia is not erotic only because it is irreversible and unique. And instead of the slaga in our world already have hashish and his friends.
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I agree to replace the mod with a modern :) with an additional charge of Oder (such a river)
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No need to change. Postmodernism is the same.
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Damn, thought out how to link all five words in one plot. I even started recording. But my wretched imagination allowed using only hallucinations and drugs as a bundle. However, I discovered that it is impossible to publish this on this site, for propaganda. Accordingly, the stop machine, I will not write-publish. It's good that I'm anonymous here and the unfinished business will not break me.
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Well, Duc is always an opportunity to find a place where you can publish anything. And you can find one where they will be grateful for the propaganda;)
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I agree. But not a place for a story, but a story for a place.
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Dialogue accompanies the story. It would be just beyond the limits - if Human and Mr. Pornographer were heroes of the work.
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Very very good.
Sex, of course, I would like more :), but also so funny.
Well, it is purely subjective - if Dasha was not only told that she was barefoot, but it was also mentioned a couple of times that she was barefoot, the reader would be pleased, because the reader has a modest fetish :)
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In both!
Fix :)
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Great :)
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As well as healthy, please note;)
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Interesting) funny, vulgar and very kindly)) I see this is typical for you.
The picture is clearly built, I liked it very much. Thank)
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Went in a sense banal, or went in a sense gone? :)
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Not at all trite.
Went in the sense of gone, hot :) and unexpectedly, the story could be completely independent even sweet ... about meeting teenagers, a joke of fate
But)) the side of debauchery added sharpness, albeit a distantly related relationship,
and how you write intimate moments)) ... delays) ... I do not know if I was able to explain)
You did not think to publish a book?
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Succeeded!
But cousin sex is not incest, but rather the piquant shadow of it.
Why should I publish a book if here I am still read more than they will read in circulation? :)
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Here, it is very convenient) but the book with stories is a new level for yourself and “pleasantness” for friends) Small books with illustrations, for a start. Probably, my fantasy broke out))
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Thanks for the positive) provocative, fun and seductive. Pleases the absence of despondency in the speed of speech, and the presence of a set of modern aphorisms. Wonderfully write, adhere to the number of admirers of your talent, and wish you creative successes. All you very very;)
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Thank! Boom to try :)
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sneakers kde?
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Whose sneakers?
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Gorgeous written, however, as always (with a single exception - confirming the rule).
Set, 10+, in favorites!
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Well, unfortunate stories I have more than one, to be honest :)
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Of all I read, there was only one, but I am new on the site, so not all your work has been studied. But I try - to the best of my strength and capabilities! I wish you success!
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super. romantic, erotic, easy to read. thank)
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Intellectual, amazingly subtle eroticism ... such a fine line ... playing with contrasts ... depraved innocence and a slight shadow of incest ... Thank you for your sincere pleasure, which turns into pleasure with a long aftertaste ... It seems I fell in love ...
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I liked the story ... An interesting extraordinary plot, beautiful drawings of details and nuances ... One feels that the author knows how to express his thoughts and cause the necessary emotions and feelings in the reader. It is readable, interesting and tasty. The image of the girl was very good ... but the guy is somehow obizlichen. There is no his vision ... he does not feel like the hero of the story ... The main emphasis is placed on the girl and on her experiences and her life (albeit fictional) ... I did not see Incest as such. Just as a fact ... There is no struggle of feelings, principles and the search for compromises ... The general conclusion is that the story is good !!! ... Even for a biased amateur ...) .. Thank you for your creativity! ..
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Yes, indeed, Yuri is at the periphery of the focus, but this is always the case: when in the perspective of a couple, there is only one person in the center of attention. More often it is a woman, although it happens and vice versa. And quite rare equal attention to both.
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Wonderful syllable!
This is just your second story, which I read, but again curls, loss of virginity, alleged incest. Are you always on this topic? I will go read further))
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No, not all the time :)
Indeed, there is a topic in which I am all the time. Can you calculate? :)
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This topic was calculated by me :) Man, this is the best story on the whole site - from what I read. Really-really. I am waiting for your new stories almost as much as the invention of the time machine.
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And what have you calculated? The results of the calculations - in the studio! :)
Without a time machine, I rarely write, yes. It helps a lot in pornography;)
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Great, as always, although the plot was clear from the first lines ...
The topic in which you are all the time is probably life, you make it a little sweeter, more interesting, sexier, even if only in stories ... (you are good, but not the creator, although in general you do not pretend) ...
We are happy to move on to your new creation.
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—... Creator.
- Is it a creator? - asked Tatarsky. - If you translate?
Khanin smiled softly.
“We don’t need creators here,” he said.- Creator, Wawa, Creator ...
;)
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- We don’t need creators here, I agree with you
I think you do not like Pelevin ...
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No, I do not litter my memory with garbage: in it, like in Sherlock Holmes, only the necessary material. What I do not like is automatically removed from there :)
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Comments delight no less than stories. It is a pity that in reality such people are rare for me.
From the first lines you can see the author =) Turns, maybe predictable, but nice, there is no thought about the banality of what is happening.
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The only thing that surprised me in the story was the deception about bald head) And I also hoped to the last that they were not brother and sister. For me, cousins are almost the same as relatives.
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Examples of "cousin" marriages - millions. The most famous - Rachmaninov and Natalia Skalon.
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Yes, I know ... and still my personal attitude does not change. This is purely subjective)
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When you read your stories, you are doing something quite different for what you open such stories. I want to cry and laugh. There is not lust, but love!
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This is the best story I've read in the past five years.
Special thanks for the links to the classics. It is rarely found in this genre, and therefore especially valuable.
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