Just admiring, thanks! Sumptuously. As if you are immersed in a story, the images are so vivid and lively. You feel yourself among a giggling audience, you see Murena Olegovna and other participants in the story right in front of you. And about a beautiful, easy syllable and everything else just keep quiet. Above all praise.

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In general, a super story, I thought I would read the floor of the page ... I could not stop

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Gorgeous !!! Bombezno !!! On high

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I am a bit prejudiced against the genre of "Treason" and now did not want to read. But I decided that I would have time to quit at any second.
And I did not have time ... the story ended earlier (P. S. 10 and I look forward to continuing)

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Patronage is good)))) Especially since it is)))) It looks like we have another top author appeared.

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This is just awesome.
Bad attitude to all romance, but it was just awesome.

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No comments, nice to read.
Thanks for the story, from me a dozen)

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Divinely! :) ten!

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"... as if there would be light and glory,
Good day and plenty of bread
as if life would swing right
swinging to the left. "
I. Brodsky


And say, ka, Our Sasha, you did not have witches and sorcerers?

Simply, if not, we are doomed to recognize for you an extraordinary writing talent.
Of course, one cannot be touched by the authors and praise them, but this story, a special case, and let me step on my throat with my own song, is unique.

After a long sag and random successes, involuntarily, and in the bustle, you have a masterpiece born, the scale of which, you yourself have yet to realize ...

I read you, a lot and good, and different, and all. Thought about everything. From the published, and this 21 chips, it was a lot of good, but more different. I don’t touch gomosyatinu, I don’t understand anything in this format, and here, about: “Bad boy” was going to write for a long time. However, she didn’t find any good words, but she didn’t dare to write nasty things about fiction. After the phrase: "He entered our elite college ..." It was in such a strike that RZHUNIMAGU.The series Simon says, I don’t even discuss, probably even this reading book, I have my Admixers, however, I didn’t leave a feeling that the other person was writing and not you.

And then the creative pendulum of Our Sasha, swinging to the left, swung to the right. If the success of the Maelstrom (Traces on the water), could be attributed to: "Guessing the genre", "Took intrigue", "G. H. Anderson is eternal and endless "," Mystery taxis. " That “Sleep of Reason” is something special, there is nothing here except personal talent, brilliant mastery of the pen, the fabric of the material and ... the ability to make blowjob.


The imagery of the narrative and the beauty of the syllable are simply fascinating. And the atmosphere of the university is registered as if you yourself just flew out of the audience. It seems like a story about nothing, so easy intrigue between fellow students, and as written. Lev Tolstoy nervously smoked to one side, waved his hand and walked along the slope, without looking back.

It is always said that there is one step from love to hate. The way back is more difficult. Especially if it is hate (love) to the animal:

“Sergei Volkov was ... no, not that scary. He was terrified. Tall, even taller than Igor, the guy was so broad at the shoulders that he seemed square. Long arms, along with the habit of slightly slouching, made him look like a Neanderthal. The facial features, rough, as if cut down with an ax, would not be devoid of a peculiar attractiveness, but not once a broken nose, flattened ears (traces of many years of boxing), and the habit of having a haircut bare, this attractiveness was successfully hidden. Rumors persistently attributed to Sergei not the participation in underground battles without rules, or simply connections with criminals. ”

So the author, and further:

“Usually a smile makes a person look beautiful, but smiling Volkov utterly resembled a hungry orc, and his long fangs reinforced the similarity, giving the guy a predatory look.”

Strange, however, it happens ...

This is not a casual connection, not love, or even passion, it is a normal animal horror of a young beautiful girl, in the presence of a strong personality. Nothing personal, basic instincts in action. Brains are turned off. On a subconscious level, I want to surrender to a man who can protect you from other animals and produce healthy offspring. History is as old as the world ...)))

“Over the past days, the attitude of the girl towards the imposed student has changed from a cautious distrust to a pure, unblemished rage. Why is that? Olga herself did not understand why, after only three days of short talk, she was convinced that this guy, who looked like a fairytale monster, would in no way harm her. Well, I felt - and that's it. ”

Quite simply, the girl's brain still resisted mesialing with Sergey and Igor. However, the body and the subconscious are already resigned to the need to belong to this animal:

“When she awoke, Olya suddenly realized that she was already staring at a good five minutes on broad shoulders, wondering how they felt. And damn it, she almost reached out to find out! Already once again in recent days, she wanted to groan in despair, because in “All this!”, In addition to wanting to hit the guy three times more than herself, there were a whole bunch of other much more strange and frightening desires. ”

“... already at the first meeting, the girl, bending along with a dull student over a book, suddenly lost her mind and froze, falling out of reality for a minute. If Igor was always fragrant with expensive toilet water, then only the smell of a clean body and something else, elusive, which caused Olga to her shame, pressed against the guy much stronger than necessary. And even a lot after Sergey left, it seemed to Olga that she feels this masculine smell in the room and on her clothes. ”

By myself I know that when you hear the smell of a strong and confident man, the smell of a man dressed in a clean body ...
You lose your head instantly. Physiology covers with head. Thoughts are confused, legs are weakened, the bottom becomes treacherously wet, and the eyes are tightened. Trying to cope and doing everything possible that he would not notice.
But this only becomes more noticeable.
So what is next? So what is next...
I do not like to operate with personal experience, but practice suggests that if you want to keep control over the situation, then the best way is to kneel down, unbutton your pants, and while he will recover from shock, take it in your mouth. Believe, it will be possible to keep, even the remnants of decency.
And in our case, healthy cynicism also mixed with the girl's yearning. For her future red diploma, which she will have to defend in the department at Moray, the girl was ready to make a deal, even with the devil, and sleep with anyone, the result is important.
However, apart from her will, the girl was on such a platoon that Sergei did not have to hint twice.

And then the pearl of the story, an erotic scene, where Olya, with hardly concealed pleasure, had a guy in her mouth.
Actually raped while the animal was shocked by what was happening.

Frankness and beauty of the description delights. The fact that Our Sasha herself is able and likes to do what she writes about is felt simply on the animal level.
When I read, I physically felt Sergey's dick in my mouth.
And the thoughts and feelings of the girl in this process are simply a scan of my brain, placed on a piece of paper with text.
I could never understand why one, even if a man is very close to you, is taken in the mouth, it’s just a tribute to intimate communication and an element of erotic politeness in bed, and another, even if you don’t know the unfamiliar one, x into your mouth with both hands and still grab hold of buttocks and fuck * eat yourself in the mouth until it is poured to the last drop. I think the answer is one, obsession or “Sleep of Reason” as Our Sasha called her story.


However, I want to believe that the dizziness from the success and suddenly fallen literary fame does not outgrow Our, the girl, Sasha, in star fever and Our Sasha, nakropaet that no less talented. However, I would not have dared in her place. The bar is too high. And as I understood from the stories of the same Sasha, the thread separating erotica and romance from sticking in vulgarity and porn is too thin.

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