She got used to doing him a blowjob so that Dima did not know where he is - on earth or in heaven. She saddled him and obtyagyvala his dick vagina, squeezing out of him sperm, like honey from honeycombs. She jerked off his housekeeping, shoved her finger in the anus and caressed the prostate, and Dima’s mouth was burning through her lips at that time, and Dima writhed between two fires and splashed sperm on the ceiling. She licked him from head to foot, sliding a wet tongue down his neck, sides, armpits, thighs, balls, and Dima was thrilled, wet from her saliva. It was a cherished desire from childhood that no one of his women gave him, and he was embarrassed to ask. For some couple of days, Galya became the worst mistress in his life and, as he suspected, in the whole sublunary world.

“Did I really do this to her?” He thought in shock.

***

The incredible success of his sexual hypnosis prompted Dima a new, even more strange thought:

“You were the most talented in an orphanage,” he told Gale. - They were worn with you, as with a written bag, they were clutching at you, showing me ... Actually, we met.

- What did I do? What are my talents?

- Oooh! - said Dima. - First, you drew. Your pictures and now flash in the network, it is worth looking for.

- Where are they? Can I see them?

- Of course. I'll bring it now, ”he said, and carried her school and student masterpieces to her (since he never signed them). - There are so many of them!

- Did I really draw it? ... But I do not even remember how to do it ... Here is a nightmare! - Galya laughed.

- Nothing, now remember everything. Here is coal for you, here is paper ... come on! Remember!

Galya looked at him helplessly, - and he showed her:

“That's how you held coal, how you hatch like this, like this ... like this ... You taught me a little bit, so now I can remind you.” Come on, come on, don't be shy!

The first two sheets were covered with inconceivable scrawl, but Dima was full of enthusiasm - and a miracle happened: something sensible had already come through on the third sheet, and more. Three hours later, Galya depicted a vase with flowers, which was quite suitable for an exhibition of art school students. She got excited, was smeared with paint and coal, peered at “her own” (I mean Dima's) works, tried to copy them - and it turned out just as good as the winners of the “Children Draw Russia” contest.

Dima himself did not believe in what was happening in his eyes: after three days, Galya painted how he, and even better, because he had long lost interest, and she plunged into the creative binge, which he had been waiting for over the years. The paper ran out of the house, and Dima had to urgently run to the hood.

- I have remembered! - said happy Galya, painted by Dima in all the colors of the rainbow. While she painted on paper, Dima painted on her - on her bare back, sides, shoulders and head. By the end of the sixth day, the whole house was littered with Galina drawings, and she herself was like a native god. - Now I remember that I always painted. How could I forget this? - She said, looking with sparkling eyes on Dima.

- I told you that you will remember. And this, and everything else that you knew and knew how ...

- What else could I do?

- Ltd! You danced so much that all the jaws fell away. She invented herself images, costumes ...

- Danced? What did I dance? In what style? Ballet, or something modern, or ...

- Well, I do not understand this, - Dima lied. - I'm just a little bit, and then, to fit you. You have improvised more and more ... Yes, you will remember everything yourself.

He turned on his beloved Nightwish and turned to the naked gal. She looked at him questioningly.

- Do not remember? Well nothing. You remembered how to draw ... Well, let's know how? Come along and ... and like this:

He turned off the light, leaving only the blue night light, and set the sensual The Siren.

- This is also your favorite ... You do not try to remember the movements, you just move, express yourself, your feelings ...Do not think about anything ... and I along with you ... The body will tell you ...

The bluish light shook and shimmered, snatching Galina's nipples, shoulders and eyes, glittering like that of a cat, from Galina's twilight. Dima enticingly bent before her, dancing for the first time in four years, and Galya began to move, adjusting to him.

At first, her movements were clumsy, but gradually, little by little, heat seemed to flow into them, turning into longing, into heat, and this heat suddenly melted sharp corners, and Galya became as plastic and flexible as a cheetah.

Dima stared in amazement at the boneless figure fluttering in front of him. It lasted only a few minutes, and when Dima turned on the new song, Galya was again an awkward little shy - but he told her:

- You see! Do you remember! I remembered everything! Let's go again - and Galya lost her weight again in a minute, and Dima moved with her, engaging in a witching rhythm, and at some point forgot about everything, dissolving into music and dancing, which seemed to him like a chillful night flight. Without stopping the movements, he tore off his clothes, approached the weightless Gali, touched her, twisting his arms, hugging him, catching him in his arms, laying him on the floor - and the dance imperceptibly went into sex, as smooth and hot as their flight bluish dusk room.

- I have remembered! - said happy Galya. - I remembered everything!

There was no trace of clumsiness: now Galya even walked so that Dima had a sweet feather tickled in her chest.

Galya became for him a fetish of his secret desires. Every cell of her body, every shade of her gaze and voice pricked his nerves like a drug. He wanted her all entirely, from top to bottom, to be his creation, and he would play with her like a living doll.

He personally shaved her armpits, legs and pussy, stroking them through the cream, and shaving turned into a sophisticated affection. He forced her to do the piercing, and now on the left wing of the nose, on the ears and in the navel she had smoky silver rhinestones in tune with her eyes and hair. He anointed her body with oils like Cleopatra, made her manicure and pedicure, painted her nails on her arms and legs with color patterns, covered her arms and legs with a henna ornament, and it seemed that Galya had lace gloves and socks. He did her an intricate makeup in the style of fairy, dressed her in outrageous color outfits, hung her with ornaments, and everyone who saw her turned around on Galya. On the street, she was like an exotic bird on gray asphalt. He painted it with gouache, painted her face and body with gold, silver and soot, making her squeak with fear, and dripping paint on the painted skin, and bright trickles flowed along Gale, tickling her body, and Dima fucked her, excited, sticky with paint and juices, and then washed in the bathroom, beating brown foam, and caressed the heated body, covered with soap gel ...

So, in a continuous dope of nudity, sensual games, dances, caresses, drawing, sex, photo shoots and extravagances, three weeks passed. Dima achieved his goal: Galya became a man without “yesterday,” dissolving into “today,” but he himself became Galina a slave attached to her, like a drug addict to a needle.

***

Once she disappeared.

Dima went crazy, howled like a wolf, swore and was ready to look for her all over the city, but instead he suddenly took and got drunk.

In the evening she called.

- Where are you? - shouted drunk Dima into the phone. - Where the hell are you? What, it was impossible to answer, yes? Break free, right?

“Sorry,” the tube said to him. - I could not before. Here ... a small emergency. Dim, I call to warn that today I will not return home.

- What? How does this "not come back"? What does this know ...

- Do not worry, Dim, okay? It's okay It's not about me. Here ... well, one woman is bad. I need to be with her. I'll tell you everything later.

- Woman? What other woman? - Dima grumbled, slowing down. “Why do you have to hang around with her at night?”

“Won't worry, will you?” Okay? All Dim, bye, I can more. I'll call again. Tsem in the sponge! ..

"Will not be back," he slayed himself. "Everything. The end. Pampered - and that's enough ... Read more →