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You know, I burned up and went cold at the same time. I ... She asked me what I was and how I was wounded, where I was from, and in general ... I caressed my head and my face is so caring, well, just like my sister's when that toddler brother nurses. And beautiful to cry. Naked. Sits, speaks with me, as if nothing had happened, and her breasts, red from squeezing, sticking up, pricking their eyes ... Then she lay down to me, immediately sank, began to kiss, and not simply, but gently-gently, such small smacking on the cheek, on the neck ... And then - on the lips. She put her hands on her hands, rubs, sticks with her whole body ... Then she gave boobs. Just pulled up and poked them in my face. Then it was imported, and soft, sweet her boobs slapped me on the cheeks ... I, in my opinion, roared. And from shock, and ... I didn’t know women until then. She was my first. By the way, she never asked if there was a wife, a bride ... And, it seems to me, no one ever chased her away.
Then she let down my pants ... I sucked a little, played - and climbed on horseback. I then thought: here it is. I was ... do not believe it - worse than at the front. When my sinful process dived into it, and I felt it, and she still squeezed me inside, you know, so that the plump ... Later I learned that not everyone is doing this, but only those who want to make a man very nice . Squeezed, and gradually swayed there, stretching pleasure, and bent over me, hugging, kissing, and I crushed her boobs, and back, and hair, and all of her ...
When THIS happened, her tongue was in my mouth ... Then she kissed me tightly and walked further along the rows. And I lay with my eyes closed, keeping in myself what was, and did not have the strength to pull on my pants. Lay and listened to her screams.
She had already gone badly and screamed like a wild beast. And she was more often flogged rudely, like an animal, and she liked it that way most of all. She then threw back her head, thrashed her legs and howled like a she-wolf in a bass. She was often flooded together or three, and she really died from lust, and I tried to understand how all this can be combined with her face, so young, girl and glorious, almost childish ... She felt when you have to be gentle - that's how it is with me. When you need to be a lustful cat, and when - mom, sister and wife in one person.
In the evening she sat down with me, and we spoke like old friends. She entered the soul instantly, like clockwork, and everything was thrown out to her, and she was a walking collection of other people's secrets. I also did not notice how I told her everything that was in my heart. Then she climbed up to me, got into her lips - and raped quietly, with licking and gentle laughter. Only me. Me personally. All slept or pretended to sleep ...
I had no idea then that women needed to be satisfied - and of course, I did not satisfy her, she just gave me herself, like a toy. And so it was all the time, all the two weeks I spent in the hospital. I do not know - maybe it seemed to me, but, in my opinion, she singled out me. (Erotic stories) I did not dare to get attached to her from behind, along with everyone, and waited for her, and she always came to me and gave me affectionate love, so that I choked on her like jam ... We sometimes talked during this. .. it was so strange: to have a woman trembling on you, and at this time talking to her like a friend.
I do not know what happened to her later. It seemed to me that such as she, the phantoms of war dissolve in peacetime somewhere in the world air, because they have no roots, except war and the chaos born by it. If she lived to win ...
Petr Petrovich suddenly fell silent, looking at his companion.
- What's the matter with you, Elena Ivanovna? You must have been jarred by my story? For God's sake, forgive me. I got carried away and probably was tactless. Sorry...
Elena Ivanovna sobbed.
- Everyone was so rude, assertive ... and only you, Petya, he ... he kind of caressed me inside.As you stroked my back - quietly, as if I was afraid to offend me - it was so inside ... And your eyes were warm, enthusiastic, like a bear cub ... All these ten years I thought: have you really not recognized me then? I had thousands, but I had one? Yes, I dyed my hair, cut my hair, but after all, everyone dyed and cut their hair! You see, everything! ..
Peter Petrovich stood like a pillar.
Then she, sobbing, poked her jacket, and he awkwardly hugged her, still standing still straight and motionless.
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Thank you, Man. Very touching, deep and real.
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Thank...
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Mdja ... Man in his repertoire. Tearing off scale. We are waiting for snot flows from grateful readers.
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Do you think it would be more decent and cooler to spit into a corner than to wipe away tears and snot?
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Where did I write about spitting into a corner? No need for me to think out that decent and cooler.
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Why be in someone else's repertoire? :)
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Precisely, why in someone else? Stay in your own, no one objects. Why would you think that this does not suit someone? I am surprised...
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taking off my hat..
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Amazing, I would say, incredible story. Although, I don’t see any reason not to believe the author. It is possible that something like this was. The author just updated the old events to please us, loved ones, and gave everything like candy in a beautiful vase, for which we appreciate. Highest mark!
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Real events - the story of a prostitute who served the soldiers in the hospital out of a sense of duty. She was half crazy after a concussion. Everything else I came up with :)
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Warm as well, and! Not a story, but some kind of anesthetic ...
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All familiar faces! Somehow unnoticed you left us. Famous authors are becoming less, newcomers rule the ball. With critics - the same picture, the Romantic was gone, after him Gorbatov. Changing the guard ... How are you doing, do not want to shake old?
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When you get pleasure from reading more than writing, you want to read. Here, if only this story. I am not a fan of this author, because we are too different, but I read it. This man is a writer. The real one. And the nature is deep, which is rare in my social circle, and in modern times as a whole - not the people around, but surrogates.
And newbies are not bad. Each of those whose work you now recognize as interesting was new. They are discoveries, new blood. Able debutant is much more valuable than an experienced author, from the inspiration of which only ash was left.
I was often surprised at how freshly and efficiently this Man wrote, without losing height and not falling into a tailspin of the YEARS!
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But for some reason I did not like it, there is no writing style as always beautiful. But probably my callous soul cannot understand such sexual kindness.
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This is not kindness. This is a contusion.
The author, "sticky and licky" lips time to withdraw. You have all the heroines, as one stick and lick.
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Kfdctn, at your disposal - the full site of the leading and non-initiating.
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Yes, contusion and madness would explain a lot.But such sexual kindness does not fit with an intelligent intelligent woman who appears to be sweat.
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People in general are strange creatures. See: she turned into an ardent moralist. Whether else happens :)
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Yes, everything is true, you are right, so most often the greatest moralists happen, those who have a stigma in a cannon, well, or their head is filled with sinful thoughts that they are afraid to embody. The story is beautiful, you are the best, just the story is not entirely to my liking.
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Marina, I will partly join you :) I also cannot understand “such sexual kindness”. But I still liked the story! There are very interesting images, bulging such bright. There is a plot. Well, and the unique style of Man. I put the top ten.
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"Before the obligatory" shafts "" what does this mean?
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Sorry, that got instead of the author. Inna, didn’t you ever read or heard a riddle in your childhood: “What is in front of us: two shafts behind the ears, eyes on the wheel and a saddle on the nose?”?
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not)
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Thanks to the author!
This site has few authors of this level
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The final is something. I would like to clearly describe what I felt - but I cannot describe such a flurry of emotions by force.
Just when it was “grunt-eared” (in quotes! The language doesn’t turn to call IT as such a vulgar name) I felt fear, and compassion, and some kind of tenderness ...
My deepest bows, Author!
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Man ...
You are not super. You are a genius.
You find a diamond, it would seem, in a place where it is not.
Thank you for the beautiful emotions.
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I reread the introduction again, I mean the conversation of two elderly eccentrics. As a balm for the soul. Great, is it possible now to hear a similar conversation? Or is this already a story? ... Although, what kind of fuck is Verdi, would you insert it correctly?
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No, now you will not hear. At 44m they are 18 years old; the conversation went on when they were over 40 (well, suppose 42); we count: 42–18 + 44 = 1968. Then something like this was said, and not only those who wore shafts :)
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Congratulations on the story!
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As always, the predictable ending is interesting ... Otherwise, everything is fine, as always! Bravo!!!
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I’m sitting here ... and nervously re-reading a few pieces of the work ... and I couldn’t expect such an end ... imagine such an end ... if I smoked ... I would smoke ... very much sensually ... gently ... doomed ...
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