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all the time insult?
- What are you ?! - he made a goggle, at the very bottom of his eyes merry sparks of suppressed laughter were splashing.
- Yes! I actually Tatyana Sergeevna ...
- Tanyuha, it means ... - he nodded, - And I am just Ivan. Here, - he pointed to the table where her sandals stood, - Take it. Hope you don't break anymore.
Tatyana realized that he fixed the heel broken yesterday.
- Thank you ... - she pressed her sandals to her chest and continued to stand, shifting from foot to foot.
“Listen, Tatyana Sergeyevna,” he grinned. - Do not invent yourself the difficulties ... You're good ... But I'm bad ... Do you understand?
- But I ... - she wanted to argue, but he interrupted.
- I am an old rotten stump, with which you can not mess ...
- Are you old? - Tatiana was surprised to see him.
“Hmmm, I'm forty-seven on my passport.” But I have a year or two coming, - he smiled again. - And in general, I do not need ... helpers ... Let them be as pretty as you. Clear?
Nodding, Tatyana silently turned around and took a step towards the front door. But suddenly she came back and walked over to him and, looking into her eyes, threw it away.
- Yes, I understand everything. You say that you don't need pity, but you yourself revel in self-pity. You climbed like a turtle, under the shell and sit there, not wanting to accept reality! How can you realize that people can reach for you not out of pity, but from some other feeling ?! - Tatiana pulled back a strand of hair, which all the time fell on her eyes. - You are afraid to believe that you deserve happiness. You hate the whole world! A world in which there is still a lot of good, despite your offense and anger!
And with these words she left.
- Fuck you! With your philosophy! - flew to her next.
Tatyana did not like New Year's Eve. No, once she admired all this bustle, bright lights of streets and windows, she was attracted to her all sorts of holiday things and tinsel. But over the years she began to fear this time. When December was approaching, it was gripped by longing. She did not meet the New Year. Turning off the phone, went to bed early, and then, waking up to the sound of fireworks outside the window, sat and watched colorful lights fly in the night sky.
Tatiana spent several months in the neighboring region, giving lectures at the university. And she returned home just before the New Year. All this time she remembered her neighbor. No, not with insult and not with pity ... With longing. Without realizing it, she was bored. On December 31, I deliberately lingered at work to delay the so-called festive evening alone. But still had to go home.
She stopped at his door. And what if you call? Aha Call come on - he will bring the flow of battle on you and drive you away again. And then, maybe he is not alone ... Well, the truth is, he may have someone. She seemed to be talking to herself. Mentally. In the end, the dispute with his second I ended in a compromise solution. Wearing a knitted dress that favorably emphasized her fragile figure, capturing a miniature Christmas tree decorated with toys and the Tiramisu cake, she called his apartment.
“So, just congratulations and ... leave,” she murmured, listening to the footsteps outside the door.
It was quiet there. Taking a deep breath, the woman pressed the bell. She did not open. Tatiana already wanted to go back to her, when she suddenly noticed that the door was unlocked. Her heart sank: "Has something really happened?" Tatiana boldly entered the hallway. Did not dare to turn on the light, moved on.
- Is someone at home? She asked loudly.
“Yes ... Come in,” heard his voice with relief.
Tatiana entered the room. The light did not burn. But in the twilight, she distinguished his mighty figure on the sofa.
- Hello, you openly there and I entered, - Tatyana tried to speak in a cheerful tone, but the quivering voice betrayed her excitement. “Will I turn on the light?”
“Hello, Tatyana Sergeevna,” he was in a normal frame of mind, and she let out a sigh of relief. - Light is not necessary. Soon will begin to shoot. And I, like a little idiot, love fireworks.
- Oh, me too, - Tatiana smiled and asked: - And where can I put a Christmas tree and a cake?
- Yes, put where you want.
Having arranged gifts for a dresser, Tatyana stood in confusion. The room could only sit on the couch. But there he was, the landlord, unpredictable and attractive and ... dangerous.
- Well, why is it frozen? Sit down here - he patted the sofa on the sofa, - Do not worry, I will not hurt.
It was a familiar phrase. Tatiana embarrassedly dropped to the edge of the sofa and sat in suspense, ready to retreat at any moment. She felt that he was peering at her, believing that she would not notice this in the twilight.
- Ivan ... - Tatiana suddenly called him by name, surprised at her courage, - I ...
Oh, how much she wanted to tell him and could not. How could she say so that she feels that she has gone through these long months that have passed since their first meeting? This time turned out to be harder for her than all the years before her. But now Tatyana was like a naive girl, all her experience and discretion disappeared somewhere in a flash.
“Just don't think about roaring,” he warned with a smile.
- Hm, - Tatiana smiled too, - Is it really so noticeable?
- Yes ... You are generally crybaby. And I do not like tears, - for some reason his voice became hoarse. You know ... don't be afraid of me, he suddenly asked. “I won't do you any harm.”
“Yes, I know,” Tatyana touched his barbed cheek.
- Do you know? - he pressed her palm to his lips.
Tatiana nodded, not taking her hands off, waited with a sinking breath what he would say or do next.
- I thought over your words ... Remember then you ...
- Yes, I have spoken too much, - Tatiana embarrassed bit her lower lip.
- No, you said everything right and ...
“Shh,” she covered his mouth with her second palm. “Let's forget about it ...”
He ran a hand through her hair. Tatiana rubbed her cheek on his broad palm with callosum. And then she wanted to cuddle up to him, but something held her back. And he, as if guessing her desire, asked:
- Touch me ...
Tatiana immediately obeyed. Putting his hands under his T-shirt walked his palms over the relief of the muscles, causing him to sigh. And suddenly, approaching his face, timidly, as if afraid of her own courage, she ran the tip of her tongue to his lips. She bit her sharp bend of her upper lip. He made some obscure growling sound. And this sound gave her more courage.
Pulling away for a moment, she looked into his face. Furious fire tossed in his eyes. But that fire was not malice, but desire. The fire of love passion. Tatyana has a convulsive sigh. He is her! He is for her! And she is ready to get into his possession.
Further happened, as something inevitable. Ripped clothes were thrown away. And when Tatiana's stiff nipples touched his bare breasts, the woman groaned, clinging closer to her lover. And he with a dull growl pulled her to him, dropping together on the sofa.
“What are you ...” he whispered.
- What? - With a drunken smile she asked, throwing back her head.
“Small and ... extraordinarily beautiful ...” he leaned slightly away, pulled her hair from her face and kissed her lips.
- I love you ... - the recognition itself has escaped from her.
In response, he shivered, squeezed it as if he was afraid of losing, and he also answered:
- And I love you ... I love you! It is the strongest ... It is stronger than me You must know!
His answer was unexpected for her. Like a peal of summer thunder on a fine day. In order not to burst into tears, she buried her nose in his neck. He gently pulled her curls and found his lips. It was a greedy kiss, as if they both were afraid that everything might end, break off like a dream.
“I want you all,” said Ivan.
- Yes ... - Tatyana breathed.
His rebellious flesh rested between her legs and rubbed against an excited, languishing gap, ready for a love meeting. Spreading his legs, Tatiana squeezed his hips harder. And he entered her with one soft push. Hands he squeezed her buttocks, directing their common rhythm. The pleasure of the waves spread over the body of a woman. The stiff hair on his chest and beard gave him extra excitement, as on that night, she was ready to take off. But today she wanted to be united with him in everything, and she was holding back on this fine line.
The onslaught of his huge flesh for Tatiana caused almost pain. But this pain was desired. Scratching his wide back, Tatyana squirmed, trying to let him go deeper.
“Let me go on,” he ordered.
His wheezing and this almost crude order had an animal effect on a woman. She suddenly bit her teeth into his right breast. Where his heart was beating. He growled and began to enter faster. The woman's tongue tenderly walked over the bite.
He lifted himself up on one arm, and the other squeezed her chest, then, bending over, he closed his lips around the swollen nipple. His hot tongue, like his merciless flesh there, below, began to torment her nipple, as if he wanted to deprive her mind.
And it happened.
“Ivan ...” Tatyana moaned, squeezing him into the ring of her legs.
“Yes ... yes ... yes ..." he repeated with each of his movements into it.
There were tears on his cheeks. Tatyana palmed his face and put her tongue in his mouth. In obedience to her desire and some other incomprehensible feeling, she began to caress his mouth in all directions, as if she was afraid to miss at least one point. It was a kind of thirst quenching. Her thirst for it.
Suddenly, she heard explosions and immediately something hot burst into her, depriving her of strength, as if she was raising her over the whole world. The last thing she remembered is Ivan’s distorted face of passion. When they woke up, caramel lights of fireworks scattered outside the window.
“Happy New Year, my darling,” the white-toothed smile shone on his beloved face.
- Happy New Year, my beloved beloved, - Tatyana bathed him in the sparkles of her eyes.
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A life. Very sensitive!!! +100
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I am very glad that you liked it)
It is very nice in the morning to look at your page and see such a nice review. Thank!
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The story hooked something, it really happens in life. I admit your first story, which I read to the end, without missing detailed love scenes, turning over to the final. Probably because the tension remained until the end, everything was in place, the action developed incrementally, and at the end the explosion of fireworks was a catharsis;) Thanks for the work! Put 10.
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Thank you too! Pleased me)
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Dear Nefertiti, thanks for this New Year story. I really, really enjoyed it. Pain, loneliness, passion and love, all were able to convey. Images live, bright. Two loneliness who found each other and who were afraid to believe their happiness.
You know, the more time I spend on the site of porno-stories, the more for some reason such pure love stories touch. Soon I will become a terrible moralist :))
Thanks again. Happy New Year. Yet this is the best holiday !. And such stories as yours give the feeling that there is magic in our world.
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I tried) Thank you for your kind words. On the eve of the New Year, we want so much that dreams become a reality.
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+10! Touched straight to tears (well, I'm so sentimental!). I wish endless inspiration!
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Thank you) And you all the best!
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Glorious author, the third will be among the authors who have liked the most here! :-) Good texts, good Russian language, good plot lines, a lot of sensuality and no dirt. Oh, this primitive dirt about primitive intercourse is disgusting !: - (I added you to the memorial - I will read new stories. Thank you, you delivered a certain amount of pleasant minutes! :-)
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Awesome! Agree with mara. Sex here is not the satisfaction of animal instinct, but a manifestation of love. I am touched)))
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Usually for me YOU write a little tearfully, but rightly this story is something special !!! You are a great clever !!!
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Not at all tearful. Emotionally. You know, even without overlapping. In real life it is even worse ... but rarely and not with everyone. Well, they nafig, these passions are fatal.))) However, it is sometimes good to let a tear out of fiction: “We will suffer. Suffering soul perfected. Papa says that it is unworthy to eat some joy ... "(c) :-)))
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Well, here - everyone is praised, praised, but from 9, 6 points fell to 8, 9))))
Thanks for the kind feedback! I'm glad someone liked it.
A separate request to those who did not like it - please write what did not suit you. I need to know to write better. Thank!
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Here, and send New Year's fairy tales and stories. What time is it to write about at the end of December? Your story sounded good. Of course, it has full scope for Mr. Pornographer’s scathing assessments and, even, for his killer phrases: here there is theatricality of situations, and the pink seriality of phrases, but still - still ... By general impression, I divide the stories into several categories:
1) the story "went" and is easy to read;
2) reading is creaking;
3) hard to read (tedious, or disgusting), forcing to run diagonally;
4) throw after the first lines.
Your story from the first category. I do not know how many more New Year stories will be, I believe that yours will remain among the leaders.
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Thank you, Eugene)
That went and reads, and the comments are all positive, but the assessment falls)))
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That went and reads, and the comments are all positive, but the assessment falls)))
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But the fact that falls, in this case it does not matter. There are always a lot of people for whom “the glass is half empty”))) Good literature not only “reflects”, but also “forms” reality.))) And she has a little “Christmas optimism” only for the benefit .;)) put "10" only for the Russian language: I never "stumbled" on inconsistencies while reading. And I like the plot. And because of the years lived in this world, I already know that real life can be more “tearful”)), and more intricate and unpredictable than any of our imaginations. This side will turn, that only a mouth will open with surprise.)))
There is some self-citation, that is, there are personal “cliches”, BUT ... who has none? The quality of these “stamps” is more important. You are very decent.;)
And, in general, reading most of the tutoshnyh stories, I remember the old anecdote about the grandmother - the violator of the rules of DD and the taxi driver: “As you fucking ... those (and write!), It would be better to press!”)))
Remember what the poet said: “You are your own highest judge!”. Well ... and what have someone's ratings?)))
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Thank! Of course, you are right - not in the estimates of happiness.
It's just interesting for me to understand - firstly, my mistakes, and secondly, the fact that very often texts that are primitive actually get more than 9 points and become leaders of the month. What is the system? What are readers' favors?
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Favor of the reader in the egg, and the egg in the pants, and pants ... well, you understand. It's not about the complexity of the text - you wrote a good, good teardrop. Your mistake is only in understanding the target audience: the gourmet will furiously throw out the world's most juicy hamburger, and the clerk at a break will make a face from even the most ideal salad in the world. That is, counting the estimates, you must take into account who will exhibit them.And they will be exhibited by people who stick out from pornoroshkazk it in the first place, and those who saw the die "under duress" is second. Do you create for them a romantic with happyie? Or maybe she does not need them? Maybe they, having lowered their pants, wanted to see how a rude cripple with their sinew hands would crucify the ankles of a roaring woman and rigidly fuck her tender vagina with an ugly leg stump? Or turn it into your personal transport, obedient horse driven by a stick in the anus? So do not think that the assessment directly reflects the quality of the story, it rather shows the satisfaction of the reader's expectations. Change the “forcing” plate to “erotic fairy tale” and I think the score will grow, at least due to the fact that people like me and minus will stop reading it :)
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Put 10. The story is very touching. Here he was already taken apart by bone. I will not repeat. I will make a few comments. so you do not be offended. Okay? Remarks will benefit the case.
1. "... even devoid of legs A LITTLE ABOVE the knee ...". Here is a strange trend now. Such things can be heard on radio from correspondents, on TV. In this context, the word “Bare” is quite appropriate for it. After all, it diminishes, degrades. The newspapers write: “These are the ones that were stolen by the AF in the construction of the Eastern Polygon, a little more than five billion”. I would have built your phrase a little differently: "even if deprived of legs above the knee ...". Somehow.
2. "... CROSS head ...". Sorry for the intimate details and details. but if the story abounds with them, then I will not be shy. Well, not at the tip of the TEST head. It has a slit, something similar to yours, well, or a small mouth.
3. "... I dug my teeth into HIS RIGHT chest. THERE where his HEART was beating. ” Throughout my 78-year-old life, I only once read a publication about a man with a heart in the right side of his chest, in the far 60th decade of the last century. And further. Very close, separated by just five words are HIS. ("... HIS right chest ..." And then "... where HIS heart beat"). Probably it would be better: “... I dug my teeth into his LEFT chest. Where his heart was beating. ”
4. "... Squeezing him into the ring of his feet." Here, of course, it is possible to argue, but ("... so it seems to me ...") it would be more appropriate to write "CLIPPED".
5. "clasped his face with his hands." Here (and this already does not seem so to me) the word SOMKNULA is completely out of place. "I clasped my arms around his neck." I would use this option: "... pressed his hands with his hands ...".
But despite the "marked shortcomings" story. Of course, it deserves appreciation.
And yet, dear Nefertiti Methani. I offer you a story for the story. I think you will be able to fully paint with all sorts of spicy details and details. plot, albeit dramatic. but with a happy ending. And not the fruit of inflamed fantasy, but a very real case from the life of a distant Kamchatka garrison. Here it is in brief:
The distant now 60ths of the last century. Lost in the depths of Kamchatka is a small village of Klyuchi. Nearby, just two kilometers away, is the garrison of the military unit relating to the USSR space program (for details you can go to Yandex “Field KURA” today. It was so secret in those years that when I drove my young wife from Moscow, I had a holiday ticket: “I have a TT pistol, twelve cartridges and a wife”). The garrison has its own medical unit, rather even a miniature hospital with all the necessary offices, including a surgical one. And here comes the surgeon - a handsome large man with captain shoulder straps on his shoulders ... Let's call him Fedor. He is without a wife. She flatly refused from Leningrad to go to some kind of "darkness - a cockroach" in Kamchatka. At the same time, another captain arrives with his wife in the scientific department (some were engaged in the scientific issues of space research and ballistic missiles). Let's call this captain Alexey. Surgeon Fedor gets a bed in a hotel, and Captain Alexey and his wife Sophia receive a room with a shared apartment in a three-room apartment for officers (DOS).The wife is “a lady of a pleasant appearance but not in all respects”: a short sprout, plump, a so-so style of clothing, a pace of disorder. They have no children. The work of Alexei is associated with frequent business trips, sometimes for a long time. Any military garrison is one big family. Sometimes friendly, united, sometimes not. Everyone knows everything about everyone. Everyone in sight. A month goes by, another. third. and here on the garrison, among the women, rumors spread: "But Sofka — oh, how much she likes to spread her legs to the sides." Further more. The soldiers are already whispering and cackling after her.
A few more months pass, and the garrison officers and its female half buzzed. like a disturbed beehive: “Fedor - the surgeon contacted Sofka. Well, once, the other slept, while Alexei was away, so no! Full time!".
The women's council (in the garrisons were such organizations) calls Sophia on the carpet. At the same time, Fyodor (he was an active member of the CPSU) was invited to a meeting of the party committee. On the subject of moral principles. The conversation at the Women's Council with Sophia did not attract public attention, but what happened at the party committee meeting was milled very intensively by the entire garrison. Fyodor, appeared on the carpet with a "sword naked" and from the quarry went on the attack. instead of humbly listening to notations. In response to the accusations that he breaks the family of his comrade, that it is no good. that for such behavior it is possible to lose the membership card, he replied: “Between the CPSU and Sophia I choose Sofia. I love her and will not give up. Do you need my membership card? Here he is. I am ready to put it on the table. ” That same evening, he took Sophia's belongings and with her moved to a rented apartment in the village of Klyuchi. The garrison was buzzing! Alexey asked for a transfer from the part. Less than a year, Sophia safely bore a son. Aleksey left the mainland a little earlier. And Fyodor with Sophia and the little son received housing in the garrison. Sophia proudly carried a carriage with her son through the garrison. The woman has blossomed. She even changed her pace. Women changed their anger to mercy. They smiled very nicely when they met, and in the store, Voentorg parted and passed her to the counter without a queue.
This is the story that happened in the distant 60s of the last century in a village lost in Kamchatka.
Sincerely, Victor. And do not be offended by the comments.
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Dear Victor!
I not only do not take offense at your comment, I am very grateful to you for it! Reviews such as yours are worth their weight in gold. Thank you so much!
You are absolutely right, pointing to these bloopers. About the bite of the chest - just in the heat of writing and it won't break out))) In Proz, I noticed it myself and corrected it, but here I just forgot it.
As for the plot you have suggested, maybe you will write to me in a personal and we will discuss? I just do not know where you can write ...
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Send your PM to Victor.
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secondly, the fact that very often the texts are generally primitive get more than 9 points and become the leaders of the month. What is the system?
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And there is no system here. The overall level of all such resources is quite ... well, it could be higher.))) Because the presence of several authors you like is rather an exception than the rule: girls, this is not your place, you outgrown it.))) were not from here. Therefore, the emerging "cognitive dissonance"))) Good sex, like good pornofantaziya, require some intelligence. First of all, a philosopher and a very educated person, whom I love not de Sad.))) And the imitators do not possess these qualities; therefore, it turns out to be a marvelous secondary muck.
As for your views, I will allow myself some critical comment regarding your dislike for feminism. Genuine feminism is not to be - as muschin, but to be itself, and not invented by someone in a convenient "way." I had never read love ladies' novels before, and then I got acquainted: it turned out to be useful!))) They brought me to a serious study (according to other sources, of course) the position of woman in society in the 19th century.Oh, let's say thank you to the suffraggists and their followers, fenimist women: without their struggle for the "rights of women" we simply would not be on this resource. And husbands would follow our movements in tyrnet.))) And not only: any movement in life only with their approval. Sex? What are we talking about? This is only for whores.)))
And this is not the worst. But complete powerlessness in his destiny, in the destiny of his children, in the possession of his property - this is very bad. In our “submission” our great parents were unhappy. Not just because hysteria was so common among women. Do not kick feminists, especially since the majority of moderns simply do not have a clue what feminism really is.)))
And do not worry because of the "benevolence of readers." A person has two ways: to go on about the tastes of the “majority”, or if you remain yourself, to accustom this “majority” to your taste. The road downhill is always easier .;) We still have the freedom of choice. And women too, because we now have “rights”)))
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Not "worried")) By the way, I read women's stories. And I myself am a sinner - I write in their manner. Well, my weakness))
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Great, clever, reasoned. I join what you wrote.
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Finally! Thanks for the clear explanation)
https://eroticspace.info/story/2013-05-27/ili-kak-polnaya-versiya.html Here is a story (not mine) in exactly the same way as you described it. But however, the score also received a little. Although the story is wonderful. For me anyway. I was able to discern the hidden meaning behind the outward vulgarity.
Yes, I probably should have lied and pointed out the theme of erotica. But this is not a fairy tale!))) I give you a comment for the plus sign)
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Plus sign for a plus sign :) The story has a very high mark, and after me it became even higher, but still I did not come here for this. My hunger can only be relieved by the sight of the true human essence, which is most easily revealed through "submission and humiliation." I do not mean whip-ups and other attributes, I am interested in the psychological component - those brief moments when something human (albeit terrible) and feminine looks out from under the mask of everyday wear. Like: https://eroticspace.info/story/2014-11-15/staraya-podruzhka.html or https://eroticspace.info/story/2004-04-23/lyubov-materi.html The sight of the fact that, under the faceless guises of socialized automata, who diligently act out the roles of mothers, wives, workers, or simply the gears of the social mass, people and women are still hiding, brings peace to my heart. True, not for long :)
By the way about a fairy tale, a cripple who sleeps in an alcoholic coma in a construction of rags and boxes around the clock, could argue with your statement. But it will not.
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The story has a real prototype. But you are right, people with disabilities are different (like people in general) - each has its own pain and its own characteristics of life.
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Read the story. Funny, the author has a sense of humor. As a man conceptually. It is under this format that their life to the half-a-half cup and grinds. Only cynicism is enough for me, I can even share it with such a character, or even compete - whose acidity.))) Not the second time I will not reread it.
“Yes, I probably should have lied and pointed out the theme of erotica.” But it’s not a fairy tale!))) “- --------------------- -
No, not a fairy tale, not a fairy tale at all. In life, and this does not happen.)))
Oh, I do not read all the ladies' novels. exclusively English speaking. And mostly about the 19th century. It started because the language had to be remembered, and then it became curious. In general, this genre could “give birth” to a serious publication on social and personal psychology. Well, this is the quintessence of women's dreams.))) What is “Pride and Prejudice” if not a ladies' novel?))) And the final is good, not that this Richardson and his deceased Clarissa.))) By the way, often the translation is better than the style and language of the author. But that's another story.
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I agree with you) By the way, D. Austin adore.
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I am interested in the psychological component - those brief moments when something human (albeit terrible) and feminine looks through from under the mask we wear everyday
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H. Sinner, you reminded me of the marvelous dialogue at Turgenev in Rudin. There was a glorious such a character - Pegasov. Rare fly agaric and grouse, who believed that all the girls - cutesy pretenders. Well, in his story about the achievement of authentic chuist among the girls, it sounded like this: once he grabbed a stake, “koi are used during the siege of fortresses,” and this means that he stabbed a young lady across the back. Then everything was very sincere.))))
True, I feel completely at ease with BDSM and even making attempts in this direction, it seems that the point here is not in breaking the “masks”, but in the degree of trust in the partner. I can, of course, be mistaken. :-) In general, with this submission, especially from the side of the dominant, in my opinion, it is more of its weakness than strength. But ... I'm not special about this topic.))
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Everyone sees what he wants. I just wrote “the easiest”, “I don't mean whips,” and you saw “BDSM”, “Theme”, “count”. I am very pleased with such stories as https://eroticspace.info/story/2014-11-18/tri-tsveta-zhizni.html But they are catastrophically small, so you have to follow the path of least resistance. And even in such a simple genre, it is rarely possible to dig out something worthwhile. The forces in the Subject are distributed in the same way as in normal relations, but there are no real specialists at all - the institutes are not yet released :)
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. I am very pleased with such stories as https://eroticspace.info/story/2014-11-18/tri-tsveta-zhizni.html
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Really pleased? Opensource ... Well, no comments. (((About the topic I simply have nothing to say: I didn’t have such experience. Probably, people find something in it if they practice. The main thing is for everyone to live and be healthy. Well ... with love.)))
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OMG, do you really understand everything literally? Must be Krylov's fables drove you crazy at school (IN PORTABLE MEANING). In the future, I will put signs (NOT UNAUTHABLE, AND EASY TEXT UPDATES) in my messages to you, so that once again you will not be frightened. So calm down - I am pleased not with the events described in the story, but with the very fact of the appearance of this unusual work. And about the experience in BDSM, do not worry - life will give you his love :) (SARKAZM)
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So calm down - I am pleased not with the events described in the story, but with the very fact of the appearance of this unusual work.
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There is a “canvas”, according to which I do not embroider and I don’t accept other “embroideries” ... of this sort. And despite the fact that the story was written quite well, I, to put it mildly, did not like it. Not all assumptions are permissible, but I really protect my mind from the final virtualization. (In the most direct sense) And do not bother with pockets: is it so important that someone rather conditional on the other side of the monitor understands you correctly?))) At school, Krylov’s fables didn’t take me: too much morality.) , finally, I do not like moralizing. (REALLY!)))
And about the experience in BDSM, do not worry - life will give you his love :)
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Anyway - I’m not lucky.))) Psycho type is not suitable - exclusive. I stopped worrying: I just took it for granted. I’ve already scored a scam on me: I even stopped bending down - live a girl, as you can, what can I get from you.))) (IRONY)
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In vain you are so about the Russian classics, very apt things come across :)
“... Reader! in the world this way has long been:
We are different in fate,
In the tastes and even more so;
I explained this fable to you.
Crazy from Berlin;
I prefer Medyn.
You, my friend, and bitter fuck - raspberry,
And me and blancmange are wormwood. ”©
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Well, here))) I am glad that I provoked readers to exchange views))
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In vain you are so about the Russian classics, very apt things come across :)
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What am I about Russian classics? With my classical humanitarian education.))) Well, I don't like Krylov: I love Nekrasov. Well, this is not a reason to start a discussion with me about tastes ... (SADLY)
It would seem, well, how not to know
Ile not to hear
The old proverb
What is the argument about tastes - idle talk?
However, once, for some holiday,
It happened that with the grandfather at the table,
In the large assembly of guests,
His grandson, a prankster, began to dispute about tastes. (with)
Hello Grandpa, Kozma Petrovich!)))
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I am probably not well versed in literature, or not as whimsical and choosy as respected opponents. Or I have a bad taste. Already a year on this site, I like many authors and stories. Moreover, I consider many, if not talented, then very worthy. A porn stories posted here, sometimes touch a lot more than pompous, with a claim to philosophical meaning, works posted on more serious resources. In my opinion, CT has gathered under its wing a whole galaxy of talented authors, the number of which is increasing. And in the competition they win, in most cases the authors, in whose stories besides “stuck, pulled out,” there is at least some interesting story. As for ratings, I agree entirely with Sinner, the audience here is too different, whose tastes are very, very diverse. I do not understand this, neglect on the part of some very respected commentators on this resource. You come back here again and again? Why turn up your head and pretend that you are above all here.
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I do not understand this, neglect on the part of some very respected commentators on this resource. You come back here again and again? Why turn up your head and pretend that you are above all here.
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If, besides my aspirations, I suddenly became one of the aforementioned “commentators”, then I will answer: returning to read your stories, stories of the author, on whose page we are talking, and add to the list Mrs. G. Svetlova. I found some gentlemen worthy from the standpoint of literature and history. Went by chance and came across the story of Ms. Svetlova, it turned out you can stay.)))
You shouldn’t turn up your head - here you are right.))) From some stories it’s better to hold the nose and quickly do the legs.))) However, objectivity requires admitting that the overall level is 10 times higher than on other resources: it’s just a plague. )))
I wish you creative success! I really like your plot, and there are no complaints about the implementation. Yes, and you have a nice sense of humor. Personally, I really like your work.)))
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Thank you for the compliments. I remember your comments on Svetik. And I am glad that I have pleased your taste, since such literate, versed in literature and Russian language, readers are very flattering to me as an author.
I would be glad to see you on the pages of my stories. Next, I also tried to write with humor. It turned out really stupid heroine. But she is not afraid to be funny.
Of course, it must be understood that all that presentation of serious literature has little in common. But you know, the older I get, the less I want to read serious literature. This is very boring, tedious and abstruse. I read Hemingway's “Fiesta” just now and was unpleasantly impressed if it were not for the lively dialogues, then in general you can shout. Or the translation is unsuccessful. I came, they were there, we drank and went there and there, they drank again :) Of course, I exaggerate a little, but still. On the content side generally keep quiet. Let's say the story of Nefertiti. It carries something bright, joyful, and even wonderful. Two lonely people, because of their complexes were afraid to believe in the possibility of happiness, but still one of them decided to take the first step. In Fiesta, I saw only idle people who, because of nothing to do, enter into intimate relations with the main character.The heroine, there would be no children to give birth, dangles from one lover to another, trying to find, however, what she is trying to find - she did not understand :)
I also came to the site a year ago and was delayed. Largely because of the company that has gathered here, as well as the unique opportunity for live communication with its readers.
As for the stories presented on the PT. The resource is freely available, which attracts a lot of different people, including just those who want to express their not healthy fantasies on paper. This must be philosophical. Sometimes you have to dig around to find something worthwhile.
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Ham has a simple language.))) That’s why one of the first authors to offer English students to read in English.))) I’m not going to tell about the content of the Fiesta, it’s not the point. For my taste, Maugham is even easier. I - not really, but the child loves him. Everybody has his own taste.))) And then - everybody has his own taste. I do not mind tastes, I am against a primitive presentation, a primitive, illiterate Russian language; more, instead of a story in the style of porn, there is a specific, sickening "antistoin"))) Well, I almost decided with my authors: perhaps I will expand the list a little. And I will sometimes run here in the mood for spicy, exciting reading.))) Good luck to you!
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Very good story, colleague.
Recently, one of the best.
You managed not to slip into the banal "tearful", and the topic of loneliness is successfully disclosed.
Successes!
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Thanks for the kind words!
I also wish you a happy holiday and creative discoveries.
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+! 10! +
Got finally to the beautiful Nefertiti! Great story! Alarming, sad, languid, funny, truthful, exciting! Written in excellent language. Sensually and not at all. This is exactly what I call: Romantic Love.
It does not matter that the heroine considers himself a failure, and the hero - a cripple, in the soul cursing his unhappy fate. Now they found each other. And their life together, now will go on another road - on the road of Happiness. That is my opinion on the story.
Ratings? Ratings are meaningless numbers. This is such a crap, which judge the quality of the work is not worth it.
JUDGING ON THE WORK IT IS NECESSARY: BY QUALITY!
If there are many, they are multi-letter. Psychological, philosophical, speaking, namely, about the story, and not about the feelings of the reader, which he experienced, masturbate while reading, it means the story is good!
And the story is good! In my opinion - great! Decent story. And not only this resource.
Thank you, Nefertiti for the pleasure of reading!
With respect and adoration! Catch a virtual kiss ... on the cheek))))
Happy, you! Happiness and love!
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Thank! Thank you for the enthusiastic feedback, for the good wishes and for the kiss) None of my readers kissed me for the story))) Nefertiti even blushed)))
I also wish you a Happy New Year! I wish you great love and joy, success in your work.
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Lowered the score for the fact that a man causes pity ... It seems to me that for such a resource, the plot is a little inappropriate. But for some ladies' novel is quite a fit)
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Thank you) Your opinion is very interesting. Unique - for sure.
For the first time I am told that a man causes pity. The text was written at the request and it describes a real person. He laughed and did not say that my hero is pathetic. Well, how many people - so many opinions. Estimates don't matter anymore)
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As for relevance on a similar resource. And what do you think, are there disabled people at the CT? I absolutely know a few people.And do you think it is interesting for them to read something similar about themselves or is it better to read about Alfasamians and alfasams with long legs, fluffy breasts and other flawless parts of the body?
Personally, I - and this is not only my opinion - I believe that sometimes the truth of life, even if it is somewhat embellished, is useful on a resource such as ST.
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I speak for myself. Personally, the descriptions of the characters are very important to me, since I have a good imagination and I present the picture in detail. But reading this story, what can I imagine? And will excitement come to me? This is a response to the relevance score on this resource.
I guess I would not like to read about their own kind, if I had some special appearance. If you only dream)
And, probably, for such stories there should be a separate section.
And one more question. Do you increase your ratings for answers? Just interesting happened. The story is old, few people will come to read it. For my koment minus 3 balls, that is, you and 2 more of your cartoon. For your answer, plus 2 to the rating, that is, just these two of your cartoon)))
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I told your friends about your comments, for whom this problem is their problem. Probably, they promoted you.
Of course, your point of view is only your opinion. Thank you for attention.
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I read. I liked the story. Nice girlish syllable and entertaining story.
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Thank you) I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Question to the author: Tatiana's image you wrote from yourself, right?
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I will answer this question in PM)
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And what happened to the heroes after? The fact is that the heroes, for example, of my stories become for me, what can I say, native or something. I worry about their fate no less than about the fate of relatives and people close to me. If I could - I would try to make a sequel and fix something, change it, but it is impossible to do so - I do not make sequels, otherwise it will be speculation on a hackneyed topic. (I'm talking about my stories, and not about "Fifa and the Bearded")
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You are absolutely right! And I think so too. I am also worried about my heroes - after all, in a sense, they are my children) I don’t write a continuation. Usually I post the long stories in parts, and then the series immediately appears.
As for Fifa and her beloved, I think they are fine. After all, the story ends with the moment that they found each other. From my point of view, love works wonders. Only not to all she comes: she must be earned. My heroes deserve it.
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