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stretching me from the inside? How can you not gratify him, wriggling on your own fingers? I can not leave you and without affection, my hips live their lives, swaying, rising and pushing my trembling body on your penis. And finally, I’m finishing up, feeling some embarrassment through my pleasure, because you are watching me intently, watching how your lover first brings herself to orgasm, and then beats in it, gratefully squeezing your dick in the pulsating depth.
Now you are impatient. With masculine spontaneity, you are not even waiting for my last cuts to subside, and now you are standing, and I am sitting on my lap before you. Nothing has changed, you still love when in the finals your slave takes her place at your feet. And I really argue? I have always, from the very beginning of our relationship, believed that my kneeling posture means complete surrender to your power over me. No, that's not all, not enough penis in my mouth. But he is here, in the reach of my lips, so proudly looking up, with a huge head gleaming in the flashes of flame.
To begin with, I press it to my cheek, almost purring with happiness, sorting through my fingers like the greatest treasure, and smile joyfully when a shiny orange drop is shown from the hole. But I do not dare to delay your own pleasure, forgetting about yours. Hastily opening the lips, I swallow your dick as deep as I can. Frozen for a moment from the delightful feelings of the woman that they have in her mouth, I raise my eyes and devotedly look at you. You are pleased that I have not forgotten your favorite final chord. And how could it be otherwise? You put my hand on the back of my head, now nothing depends on me. All I have to do is squeeze the sponge with a ring on your penis more tightly, keep your teeth away, carefully caress the tongue of the hilly trunk and look at you, waiting for the flow of your delicious liquid. You have me in your mouth with a flourish, and I enjoy your frenzy and your own humility at your feet.
And you finish. I am in a hurry to swallow your thick stream, because you never loved when I spilled, and I myself do not want to lose a single drop of delicacy with which you always fed me to the full. You roar, and I feel with amazement and delight, though not strong, but such sweet pushes in the lower abdomen. What kind of power do you have over my body, if it shakes in orgasm just because you end up in my mouth? But now I have to be careful, I remember well how painful your member becomes after an orgasm. Careful, light as a feather, touching the lips and tongue, I suck all dry, and then diligently clean the entire surface. I understand perfectly well that your dick should be absolutely clean, as if you didn’t have your little mistress, because your loving wife may suddenly want to be intimate. I put up with this share, because you did not promise me loyalty, and besides, you are an excellent family man who does not deny his beloved wife. And not for me, a young girl, to break your existing respectable family ...
You wearily fall on the bear's skin and draw me to you. We kiss, but the touch of your lips is dull and almost indifferent. I know perfectly well that in an hour or another, it is worth your eyes to close, how your imagination will paint my naked body or face, distorted by the passion inflamed by you. Your fingers will shrink, wanting to feel the silky hardness of the nipples. The corners of your lips will rise from the memories of how sweet you were in me.I'm your drug, breaks you without my humility and cramped wet depth ...
I step back and stand up, feeling your owner’s gaze. This is how you always look at my body after intimacy - at the body that you just laid out, as you like, and did things like that that it could not resist, wriggling in sweet convulsions. It belonged and belongs to you ...
I am going to the door, but, as soon as my hand touches the handle, I speak over my shoulder, smiling at my thoughts:
- How I would like to be always at your fingertips to fulfill any of your cherished desires ...
And you easily fall into the trap set by me:
- And I dream about it.
“It's easy to arrange,” I answer, still not turning and smiling. - I will seduce your son, he has long dreamed of me. We will get married, and I will give you a grandson or granddaughter ... Or maybe a son or daughter ...
I slip out of the living room with the fireplace, followed by your deaf groan. You understand everything perfectly. You know that in my words there is no bravado, and everything will happen as I say. After all, I am more experienced than your son, without exaggeration, for a lifetime, and it is clear that he will be carried away by me as madly as I wish ... And it is even clearer that you cannot resist the charm of my body, again you want to feel him in your arms , again and again you will want to feel my complete submission and your power over my desires. You will take me when you are impatient, and as you please, without encountering the slightest resistance, but only receiving delight and obedience to a slave who wants to please his master. But at the same time you will understand that you have the wife of your son ...
How do you like this, my dear?
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From pink syrup already in the mouth viscous. And even in front of the fireplace bear skin. No, an ordinary carpet is not comme il faut, our legs, handles, backs, heads, pussies will not look that way on it. Current skin and current bear. Author, I hope she was from a polar bear. And that, you know, buryaks are not so beautiful.
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“From pink syrup already viscous in the mouth” - in my opinion for the categories ““ classic + romance ”- just right)))
About the skins. In secret I will say, the bear's skin for touch is 10 times more pleasant than any artificial material. It's a pity, there are no minks of such size)))) Another secret: bear skin creates such an unusual romantic surroundings, which one cannot reach with candles, flowers, etc., with more ordinary things. And finally, the third secret. I have nothing to compare, but the skin of a brown bear, and if specified, then a grizzly bear looks amazing on the living room floor in front of the fireplace. I do not even think that white skin would be more appropriate and beautiful.
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Well, by itself. And the most important entourage is, as usual, the largest owner of the largest mega-holding of the country. With a poor programmer, neither the classics nor the romance. There's a current fuck and lick all in a row.
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Well, in general, the success of a man is +50 to his confidence, and therefore to his success with the weaker sex. And poverty: - 30))). But in general, you are attacking in vain. Just in this story, the man had to be just that. In my other stories, men are the main characters - a teacher, a conductor, a couple of interns, etc. And by the way, why do you think that the main character in this story is not a prominent scientist or famous writer, director, artist or in the end, the heir to a rich American uncle? Is this somewhere in the story?
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“From the pink syrup is already viscous in the mouth” - in my opinion for the categories ““ classic ”+“ romance ”- just right))) - this is a stereotype.
P. S. Well, whores the main heroine again? ”“ It's easy to arrange, ”I answered, still not turning and smiling. - I will seduce your son, he has long dreamed of me. We will get married, and I will give you a grandson or granddaughter ... And maybe a son or daughter ... "
She is clamped with Nikita, she sleeps with a man under the code name “Successful man”, and with the son of the same man she is going to the altar, at the same time not stopping to fuck with his father. In vain, in vain I fell for the nice heart tags: (
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I do not know how to explain ... Stereotypes are sometimes stereotypes, and sometimes - a time-tested thing. Not for nothing, millions of women are credited with Daniela Steele, Joanna Lindsay or Jude Devereaux. Understand, we girls sometimes need something so slushy-presley. Just like you, men need, for example, boxing - the most boring spectacle, where the two are killing each other, stomping on the spot.
Why immediately whore ??? That's a stereotype, so a stereotype! Understand, YH-nya can not without him, he is her first man, she is in love with madness. And she takes his methods into service and, instead of sobbing into the pillow in long lonely evenings, organizes a subtle intrigue. Do you think she appeared in his house? She had deliberately started an affair with Nikita (by the way, most likely she had nothing with him!). And then she takes revenge on the man who seduced her and uses her as a bed doll. Yes, revenge is tough and cruel, but doesn’t GG deserve it? Let's better discuss what a scoundrel GG-th?
And the last - tags. You did not notice that there was a category of "treason"? And as I understand it, you decided that a man would change. So, as far as I grasped your logic, male adultery is “romance”, and man is a romantic. And if a woman changes, then immediately disappointment, and she is a whore. Beautiful male logic !!!
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The only thing I would like to say is a very interesting way of writing. Not to say that hooked, but this style of presentation is extremely complex in execution, with which the author has coped fully. Pretty confident on 8 out of 10.
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Thanks for the compliment. But the manner of presentation is not more difficult than my usual manner. I write and write, in my free time I would never do something that is difficult or requires tension. I am lazy, so my hobby is easy and natural for me. And so what comes out - comes out)))
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the erotic part is very nicely written: soft and tasteful. I like it. 10/10
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Thank! Yes, I wanted to write something very feminine in contrast to what I write in hard fantasies ...
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No one should change anyone. When you see the "classic" + "romance" tags, you do not notice the rest much. I am about the tag "treason" generally heard just now.
P. S. We accept the love that we think we deserve. This is a complete answer to the paragraph about a whore and a villain.
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“When you see the“ classic ”+“ romance ”tags, you don’t notice the rest much” - I meant that the categories “treason”, “swingers”, etc., are not very well combined with them.
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I would like to understand what you mean by the term “romance”, in your own words, without definitions from the Internet. As for me, romance is something in which strong feelings and emotions are invested, and at the same time different from the ordinary.
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Well, by your definition, romance can be called AMSC - strong feelings, emotions over the edge (still, when you hang on a butcher hook), and not ordinary (no joke, the future is in conditions of cannibalism), apart from the fact that Dolchet enjoys. What is romance for me? It’s hard for me to say here, I’m probably a couple of stories of authors whose understanding of romance is close to mine (I’ll not mine, self-promotion after all):
Seva_Sever - his trilogy "Stories of our yard"
Man - here and "Chocolate Ay" and "Night" and "Faith and Sex."
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For each romance has its own. If a person is happy in his personal "romance", then for him this is true romance. If a person with his romance interferes with the happiness of another or even causes pain, both moral and physical, trouble, etc., then this is no longer a romantic, but a perversion. The difference is in this - do not bother another with your romance, and the rest is your business. And do not learn life ... And do not learn to write stories))))) I apologize, I could not say it)))))))
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"And do not teach life ... And do not teach writing stories))))" And who if not me, in fact ... who if not me: (
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I forgot to even let a tear, a note of sadness, like an old teacher, whose student puts talent to the wind. Or whatever, buries in the ground :))))
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Concert by request ?: (* tears *
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It's right. And of course, the main characters are far from angels. But I wanted to mold them so much. And there they themselves))) 0
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Yes, here all romance is an unhappy mammal by the fireplace.
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We are all mammals ... And everything else is also primates (((
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Vika, you write well! Probably in every heroine of the story that is from you, from your thoughts, desires, fantasies.
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Thank you ... Yes, it certainly is. Although they are far from me. Sometimes my heroines are my opposite, nevertheless, Vika often breaks through in them)))) Now in the phrase, now in action, then in relation to the outside world.
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pretty :) Senks! Although here and above about the molasses - and sweet syrup drags :)
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Thank you) I tell you, for my taste, sometimes a sweet soul demands it! Not always, but sometimes - definitely required!
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Great! Thank you, I have not read your stories before, more and more Man conquered. But now your fan :)))
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Thank! I need to somehow read the Human)
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Vicky! Thank you for the wonderful, very sensual, delicate story! SO could write only a person who himself felt a similar, or close to this, situation. The original story for the patient and intelligent, and not for lovers of "stupid" porn: threw, put in, fucked. Intrigue appears at the beginning and does not let go until the end, a very beautiful, sensual language. In a word, succeeded! Write me a mail, I have a couple of ideas on the creativity that interests us, which I would like to discuss with you, but certainly not here. Gently kiss you like a heroine hero ...
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Thanks for the comment, I am very happy from it))))) Ideas? Write on
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Vicky! Thank you for the wonderful, very sensual, delicate story! SO could write only a person who himself felt a similar, or close to this, situation. The original story for the patient and intelligent, and not for lovers of "stupid" porn: threw, put in, fucked. Intrigue appears at the beginning and does not let go until the end, a very beautiful, sensual language. In a word, succeeded! Write me a mail, I have a couple of ideas on the creativity that interests us, which I would like to discuss with you, but certainly not here. Gently kiss you like a heroine hero ...
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Vicky! Thank you for the wonderful, very sensual, delicate story! SO could write only a person who himself felt a similar, or close to this, situation. The original story for the patient and intelligent, and not for lovers of "stupid" porn: threw, put in, fucked. Intrigue appears at the beginning and does not let go until the end, a very beautiful, sensual language. In a word, succeeded! Write me a mail, I have a couple of ideas on the creativity that interests us, which I would like to discuss with you, but certainly not here. Gently kiss you like a heroine hero ...
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Vicky! Thank you for the wonderful, very sensual, delicate story! SO could write only a person who himself felt a similar, or close to this, situation. The original story for the patient and intelligent, and not for lovers of "stupid" porn: threw, put in, fucked. Intrigue appears at the beginning and does not let go until the end, a very beautiful, sensual language. In a word, succeeded! Write me a mail, I have a couple of ideas on the creativity that interests us, which I would like to discuss with you, but certainly not here. Gently kiss you like a heroine hero ...
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