- New bed. Part 1
- New bed. Part 2
- New bed. Part 3
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It seems that you did not expect such a turn of events and did not imagine it all to yourself.
I take the almost burnt candle from the table. Here you are really scared and huddled for real. You were afraid of hot wax very much, and never allowed to use it in our Games. But today is a special case.
I spend the candle next to your body, watching the genuine horror in your eyes. Demonstratively throwing a couple of drops of wax on the sheet next to you, you're trying to crawl away, move away. Slightly scorch the tips of your long hair and you practically squeal into your pants. But all your screams fall silent when I raise the candle directly above you. You look at me imploringly, the tears flowed again, you tremble with fear.
- You are afraid? - energetic affirmative nodding.
- Where do you want me to drop it - on your boobs or on your pussy? - you moan again and now shake your head from side to side.
- I do not ask whether you want or not, I ask where - on the pussy or on the boobs? - you are mooing something back, trying to push out the panties tongue. I carry a candle over you, your eyes are fixedly riveted on the flame of fire.
- Choose yourself! For pussy? - furious head coiling.
- So on boobs? - I carry a candle, you think for a second, and then you nod uncertainly, having reconciled with the inevitable.
- Hmm ... But here I still decide! - and your beautiful eyes again filled with animal fear.
I hold my hand high, and I know that the drops will have time to cool down in flight and will not cause you much pain, but how nice it is to manage you like that, to see the storm of emotions in your eyes. I tilt the candle a little and a thin trickle of wax runs down it, your eyes widened to the impossible, horror froze in them. A droplet of wax comes off and flies down, falling on the tummy near the navel. Your cry goes out in the fabric of the gag. The second and following paths fall below and below, getting to your crack. Every drop makes you squirm and moo, another couple of centimeters and wax will fall on your clitoris, but I abruptly remove the candle and bring it to your face. You are all sweating, trembling and crying.
- Now I will take out the gag, and you can ask me to stop. Just ask convincingly, understand? - You nod in relief to me. With my other hand, I carefully take out your gag, you squint on the flame of a candle inches from your face, the wax from it still drips, stiffening in your hair.
- Sir, please, I ask you, Sir, no more. - Your voice is quiet and intermittent, it is almost a whisper. - I beg you, no more, Mister.
- Somehow not convincing. - I smile and slightly tugging at the candle, so that a drop falls on the chest almost on the nipple.
- Aah, noooo, please, please, Sir, I will do everything you order, I will be your obedient Slave, your whore, hole, sperm-pharynx, I will fulfill all desires, please, no more, I will fulfill your every desire, Sir , any desire, pleaseaaa ... - you practically break down in crying and sobs, tears flow down your cheeks.
It seems I have gone too far with torture for today, so I put the candle away and wipe your tears with my hand.
- Anyone? - You affirmatively nod, and even try to smile. Gently kiss your nose. - Well, any my desire. Now I believe you.
I give a little juice to drink through the tube, wipe the wax from the tummy and spend on the lower jaws. Almost no moisture, apparently this torture really got you is not easy. I unhook your legs, and you thankfully bend their knees, offering yourself all over. I cling to your crack and begin to lick, paying particular attention to the frightened cleft clitoris. I run my finger into the vagina and at the same time try to find the important point that made you scream in ecstasy more than once. But now you are too tense and only moan in response. With the other hand, I start pushing the cork in the pope, and the groans become brighter.Two fingers inside you, and I massage the tube through the thin wall of the vagina, not forgetting to lick the lips and clitoris. Your moans have become more frequent, you are ready to finish again, but I stop. Thighs instinctively serve me a couple of times to meet me, you start asking to fuck you.
But I have other ideas, I'm going to take advantage of your helplessness in full. I throw my leg over you, and practically put my ass on your face. You are trying to say something against it, but I begin to drive a member of your lips, and then just dip the eggs in your open mouth. Having resignedly, you started to suck and lick my scrotum, for some time I just felt good about these sensations, and then began to twist your nipples a little. The groans became louder, moving slightly forward, I gave you my sphincter for treatment. You would never allow yourself to be treated like that, and you would never lick a man's ass, but today you had no choice, and you began to lick meekly, now becoming apart from a hoesoska, a hole and a spermopharynx, also a polish. I frankly baldel from your tongue, you seem to have entered into the taste. Having pulled up your divorced legs, I clung to your current crack, your muffled moans became even louder. Sometimes you broke away from licking my anus to moan in your voice about how fucked you were, and then back to your favorite activity. I switched to your second hole.
Gently began to rub you rubies, between times caressing the clit. Your previous orgasms played a role, and now you just flowed a waterfall, but did not seem to be going to cum. Hooking up the base of the cork, I tried to get it out of your ass. The ass resisted and did not want to let her go, but I was persistent, and now the thickest part turns the walls of your sphincter. You groaned languidly, I again pressed my tongue to my clitoris, watching the magnificent action. The thick cork slowly stretched the hole, and suddenly all of them jumped out sharply with a characteristic chip. Your body, suddenly arched and splashed out from the vagina, informed me about another orgasm.
I tears and looked at you. Our sex marathon was not easy for you. You were in prostration and practically lost yourself. A little more smeared my and unsatisfied dick, I pulled your legs to me, raised my ass and put my dick to the sphincter that had not yet closed. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) The head of my rather big member slipped through without any problems, bringing you back to life. I took out my dick a couple of times, watching the stretched hole, and then began to fuck you in the ass. How long have I dreamed about it! My dick slid in your ass, my pubis spanked on your wet snatch, I squeezed, kissed, licked your tits. At some point you returned to reality, and began to moan loudly. Reaching for the cords, I untied the knots in one motion, and you gratefully hugged me.
I began to lose track of time, enjoyment rolled, you whispered sweet words to me and stroked everywhere, nudged my heels and asked me to fuck you harder. I drove my dick faster and faster in your ass and felt my orgasm approaching. You also began to moan in unison, urging me on, inflaming me, begging not to stop.
I fucked my slut, hoesosku, litter, problyadushku, ass, fucked hole, spermopharynx, bitch, slave ... I ended up at you, with a groan, roar, squeezing the buttocks and sinking at the nipple ... , impulsively, passionately ...
We lay together for a long time together, I did not want to get out of you, we silently caressed and kissed, the words were no longer needed.
Then we took turns in the shower, I changed the sheets and removed all our toys. I was sitting on the bed and smoking, and you were lying on my hip and something was quietly purring under my breath, sometimes lightly stroking my calm cock. It took us only two or three hours to do everything about everything, but it was an explosion of emotions and feelings. I knew that tomorrow you would prepare breakfast and after fast sex you would get into your glamorous life, but I also knew that you would return as soon as I had a new script for the GAME.
I will be glad to comments and reviews.This is my first full story on the site, please do not judge strictly.
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You have a constant leapfrog with tenses of verbs and their appearance. Now you write in the present tense and in a continuous view, then suddenly you go into a perfect look and then, without stopping, sculpt the elapsed time a continued look. You are not Murakami, consider this in the future.
The story itself is rather weak rather boring.
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You told everything very interestingly, but I did not understand you, because there is not a contest of philologists here, but you can find Murakami on another resource. but thanks for the tip
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Do you, at school, already teach verb tenses ??? Where is our primary education going? ... Of course, I hurried up about Murakami ... Sorry ...
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I have long wanted to ask a question - why do you personally (and many other Grammar Nazis) expect the absolute correctness of the Russian language on the forum of amateur stories on PORN-topics?
you didn’t appreciate the content, didn’t speak out on the case, but you didn’t talk about the tenses of the verbs. it seems to me that you are jerking off here not for the content of the stories, but for the mistakes of the authors, asserting themselves on their background.
Given that I apologized in advance for possible typos, inconsistencies, and do not have a liberal education at all, I don’t understand - why porn story should shine in an ideal language and why this is what comes to the foreground, not the content itself, for which are coming.
thank
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Do not be upset. Do you want to stay at that level now? Feel free to send everyone to the dick. For nekhuy mistakes to notice, the face itself is grimy. Since I got to read amateur shit, don't get out. Right?
They tried to explain to you because of what your tale is difficult to read, and you publicly climb into the prick as an obstinate collective farmer, praising your proletarian ignorance. This is instead of gobbling verb tenses and studying carefully, since there are such disastrous gaps in education. And for this to be a philologist is not necessary.
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I understand, in fact, you have nothing to say, except for the transition to the individual: "primary education", "hard-nosed collective farmer", "proletarian ignorance", "catastrophic gaps in education". I would not be surprised if you enjoy it, when they really fuck you - what little perversions happen in life?
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And where is the conversation on the text? You, Lord, because of what grappled? I am more interested in who thinks what about the content. Here I somehow in the story did not find anything that is worth censure. All level or smooth. Everything is and is nothing. Shocking, in a sense. And why are you arguing?
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As-best, dear, you can of course indulge your vulnerable self-esteem with the answers in the style of the fool himself. But this will not add readers to you, but rather repel them from you. What actually can be seen on average.
And further. Nakoy dick you put a touching little note at the end of your opus, like I would be glad to any review and comment, if you start by shit, even from light criticism?
Best, you relied only on laudatory reviews? Well, at you tada to Diana and Teme.
According to the test for the grumbler. Personally, I did not like the structure of the story. Frequent repetitions are confused with incorrectly set times, which he told the author, hinting to read Murakami (for example, the end of the world), to see how the master of the pen resolves such temporary inconsistencies.
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if you consider inadequate assaults and insults as light criticism, then I didn’t expect this when I wrote the very same postscript. in fact, you have never spoken, but rested on verbs and Murakas in their tenses. there are critics, and there are critics. you are the last
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Smol, I agree with you.
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answered above
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You know, dear author, you are still in vain so indignant at Smol's remarks :) This person says business. Your text would only win if you did not make mistakes. We wish you well.
I personally will never criticize if I do not see that the author can write better. I will not spend time on the comment, if I see that there is nothing to talk about, that the person is neither “A” nor “B”, but not “A cock” :)))
Perhaps, than to be indignant, it is better to work with the language? It is not necessary to be a philologist. I assure you, every modern person should correctly express it :)
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hard to be god. you can hit a hundred-fold proofreading and reconciliation, but lose the charm of inspiration. if I had postponed this story for a week for a final proofreading, I would not publish it at all. and yes, if the story were perfect from the point of view of Russian, I think there would be other reasons to find fault. And so someone liked it, someone rang higher than bile - everyone is happy.
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It is impossible to be God at all :) And no one calls you to it :) Would you not publish the story after the final proofreading? I wonder why? :) The text, like wine, from insisting only acquires, in my opinion :)
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As well as Any modern person should adequately understand the technique as a whole and computers in particular, however, you will achieve this damn philologists, so why We, the technicals, are obliged to follow your fucking spelling, etc. You change it even more often than we are PC generations, so “sit, snuff in 2 holes and do not grunt at Messiah!” (c) G. L. Oldie, this is not a literary evening for you - this is a site for self-made porn stories!
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and I liked it
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with smolju agree
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And I think the story is ok. And tough, and at the same time, it is clear that this is a game. The thing is to get excited, but not upset))
Thanks to the author.
As for the mistakes. It's nice, of course, when the content is at the same good level with the form. But in this case - here I am personally - I can do without grammatical purity and skip everything past the eyes.
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thank you anyway!))
did the reading two times, checked with the Word, but apparently I was not very noticeable some typos, or carried away
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Tell me honestly, is there any experience in the topic? Clearly there is. But I will say one thing - this is a view from below. Writes clearly lower. Top, as a rule, will not do this. Session report, right? You can not answer. Uninitiated is not interesting.
Real picture, real feelings, real arousal. There is a level, there is an experience. Experiencing the bottom. This is valuable precisely from what is stated through the eyes of the Top. You have a beautiful Master. Appreciate it. He does not just enjoy himself, he delivers it to you. This is a rarity in the topic. Although, the topic is full of surprises. And you have a talent to pass it on to the public. Among the real and real themes on this site, I know only two of them - Diana and Stealing. You are honored in their number. This is a real Topic, and not one that various fellow travelers invent in their fantasies.
You have a level. Tall, real, real.
Everything else is just the envy of people who are not capable of a similar level of feelings, sensations and relationships.
Grammatical inconsistencies - little things. Consider that they are not. Literacy at a decent level.
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I'm sorry to upset you
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Good day.
My name is Diana. that same one is scandalous lower. which, allegedly, propagandizes BDSM, but at the same time without vulgarity and violence.
With great pleasure I have read all your three parts of the story. It's great! This is what it really is. This is what enthralls. This is a real subject, without vulgarity, without violence, with pleasure. This is a game that excites, which gives a taste for life, adrenaline.
You write great. Low bow and gratitude for the pleasure. Write more please.
And do not listen to critics about spelling and grammar. When you do not know where to find fault, the first thing that comes to mind is literacy. And you have it normal. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about.
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Hello, Diana!
nice to hear good reviews from people who really know the subject. This means that the mood, the idea, and the sensations are conveyed correctly. this makes me happy.
the story is actually a compilation (which is why it is actually divided into three parts) and was planned six months ago, but I was inspired and wanted to combine everything into one story.
Thanks again, I will be glad to talk in person.
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And why should I be upset? Am I a piano in the bushes that stands in inappropriate conditions? I give you a compliment, but do you react strangely? It is possible that I was mistaken in the assessment.
Well, even if you are Top and write it yourself - this does not detract from the merits of the text.
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Thanks for the compliment, and the text was honestly written in the first person, I was just a little surprised, because I answered so. thanks again for the flattering assessment
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Oddly enough, I liked it :). It differs from ordinary travels by a very accurate description of the heroine - a gallant chick in life, all so rare, but in her heart is an ordinary woman who wants to be loved. And how to love her, on a samoslyaplyanny pedestal, if you are the usual, tweaked by these "bledi"? And both of them come off - one removes all the kicks, which he rakes away in life, and the other, convincing that this is such a “sublime feeling”, “history, outside of time and space”, which cattle cannot understand.
A well written, so lively :). It’s still worth thinking about working with a dictionary.
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Promised review:
I do not know why there is such a fuss here - in my opinion, the story is rather solid, honest, and even some ... "comfortable" or something ...? Personally, I was very comfortable reading. I didn’t quite understand the statements above that the story “about the upper one” was written like “lower” ... Personally, it seems to me that it meant that the master's rigidity, which is inherent in BDSM, is not enough. BUT, on the other hand, the story specifically mentions that this is all a game and then everything falls into place - the way it should be! (in life) In this regard, the story is read very realistic.
Personally, I consider myself to be inventor authors and my goal is fixed to fantasy, so it’s hard for me personally to judge this story precisely because of its realism. The story is good, an adult. (!) I like it.
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Thanks for the review, Zoi
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but I liked it ... I would like to experience this ... you are mega ... !!!
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And the ending is blurry (((I read with such pleasure, but here ...
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Good day, AS-Best.And I really liked your story. I myself try to write correctly, but I didn’t notice any mistakes behind the plot of your story))). I liked the fact that, compared with most of the stories written here, yours seemed very realistic to me, without “cheap stuff” and very exciting, everything is on the level and without dirt! Throughout the story very clearly represented herself in the role of this "impregnable lady"! And in life, madly I would like to be in her place. Thank you, be sure to write something else like that.
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Many thanks for the flattering comment !!))
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loved it
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