- And if I get fired for the hooks and simulations, will you support me? - cheerfully says this cutie, and I, realizing that she was "led", I hasten to agree with her. Tanya is attractive, sexy and in general ... She has to live. Tanya bends down and takes my cock in her lips, he bathes in her mouth and gains strength. The girl caresses him for a minute, brings him to full tension, and then lies down and pulls me towards myself. My body does not need to beg. Tanya wraps her chubby arms around my back and rolls her eyes ...

... Subsequently, I cursed my indecisiveness when I did not rush to warn a fire in the Tanin club. Then people died, and the only thing that could justify itself was that he himself did not believe in the truth of his vision. It was the first after the death of Alina. It was after Alina, I realized later, and I got this ... feature.

Gift.

A lot of films have been made about clairvoyance, books have been rolled up, but when this happens to you, you suddenly realize that you are afraid to reveal your power to those around you. Moreover, it is effectively manifested only at the time of sexual intimacy. But how to enter into this affinity before the girl dies? With Tanya turned out, and with the rest?

I saw the rings, but the event itself “read” only at the time of an orgasm with the victim. The second case was a woman of thirty-five, with full bags left the supermarket. Obviously someone's wife and mother of children. Tired, with the remnants of former attractiveness, with a dirty sign over his head. I went after her, tried to make acquaintance, but in vain, she pulled me off, looking in surprise, not realizing that the boy might need from a woman of about ten years old. Slipped rough and categorically. I did not lag behind her and quietly pursued, waiting for the opportunity. There was a small park near her house, it was getting dark, and there were practically no people. I caught up with her for a minute and yanked her into the bushes ...

Rape. I had to make it, by force of the forbidden pleasure with a stranger, by and large, an unnecessary woman to me. When I finished, lying exhausted on a prostrate female body with a raised dress and legs spread, I heard a slight chuckle above my ear. My "victim" got out from under me, shoving aside, and began to correct the dress. A sense of shame changed the horror picture before my eyes, while the woman looked at me with interest, and finally asked:

- Young man ... you ask the girl was taught at all? You look, and she will, - and she laughed again. She was no longer strict on the street. He remembered that when he pulled off the thread of her panties and put his end into her vagina, she stopped resisting. She lay and moaned quietly while I was twitching at her, performing a series of frictions. She smelled homely, pleasant, and everything else was a good figure for her age.

- Do you live with a roommate? - I ask with emotion in my chest.

“Yes,” she replies in surprise. - What have you been following me for a long time? Boy, can you fall in love with me? Maybe you marry me? - and laughs again.

“He drinks ...” I said seriously, and the woman’s laughter broke off. - Today will come very drunk. Please, take your daughter and leave the apartment. Stay overnight with relatives. Promise?

The woman looks at me with amazed eyes, speechless, but then nods.

- Be sure to leave. And take care of yourself.

I see how the ring above the victim's head fades, fades, as if about to disappear. I quickly hide my cock in my pants, rise from the grass and walk away.

And then I began to draw again on the street. Portraits, in central park. Once I notice a very young girl on the bench. Red-haired, ugly, with glasses in a horn-rimmed frame. These never liked the boys in school. She sat sad and depressed. The formed figure and the bulging hillocks of the chest said that the girl had grown to love.

- Do you want me to draw you? - I propose to her, and I myself cannot tear my eyes away from the ring hanging over this young creation. And what will happen to you? She, not looking at me, but staring at one point in front of her, angrily replies that she has no money.

- For you completely free. You have an interesting appearance, - I sincerely inform. I want to trust her. I propose to write her portrait on the background of trees in the far corner of the park, near the river. I persuade her, explaining it with a unique natural background, a place where no one will interfere with creating a portrait, I promise to send the work to the exhibition, and it seems to come alive, come out of its emotional stupor. Agrees.

I kept my promise, in an hour writing her portrait. Red-haired girl on a piece of drawing paper, and after a minute - in the bush under the weight of my body. I plugged her mouth with her panties, she could not scream, but only whined when I shoved into her virgin hole. She opened her eyes wide and squealed, and then burst into tears at the moment when I deprived her of her virginity. The narrow hole yielded to me, and I still raped her until the orgasm for a minute, slowly, quivering, plunging a member into the opened but tight womb. I wanted to get aroused more and, holding up her T-shirt, stroking small, but elastic girls' breasts. She jerked her head while I tried to kiss her to speed the finish - stretching pleasure was not my goal. How much will live, so much this redhead will take me as a scum. But if only she lived.

A ball of fire in front of his eyes, a splash of semen out, and another nightmare slipped before his eyes, like a deferred, but, fortunately, disastrous reality.

She was sobbing trying to pull on her panties, and I stretched her glasses. Without them, she sees poorly, but I saw everything.

“Don't do this,” I tell her quietly, but firmly. - He is not worth your life, believe me.

The girl turns around in my direction, in the look - astonishment. The sobs stop, and I am sure - the redhead must be brought back to life.

- How do you know? She asked. I talked to her. Just as he could do with a girl experiencing unrequited love for a handsome man from the institute group. He discouraged her from committing suicide, talked about how he lost Alina, assured her that she was in fact very beautiful and I liked that she would still meet true love, that she would love her and appreciate that life was beautiful, that ...

I spoke, and she listened silently. Tears disappeared, interest appeared in the eyes of the redhead. She seemed to have forgotten that minutes ago she had been raped, from an awkward girl they had made a full-fledged woman, but which she would have to continue further, I hope, a happy female path. She suddenly takes my hand in her.

“Thank you,” she said softly. At least a little, but the redhead forgave me. I no longer painted in the city park.

... the moles in the tube continues to persuade me.

“Name your price,” a stern business voice snatches me from my memories.

- It is priceless - I inform you in response.

Krotov takes a pause, literally in seconds, as if preparing the last argument.

“Then blame yourself,” I hear the threat, and the conversation stops. Well, once he had to say it. Such guys are not accustomed to be beating the wall for the second month.

Get together, order myself I, take the paint and go back to the canvas.

* * * *

For a week I didn’t go to the apartment door, almost didn’t answer the calls, I worked, obsessed with the idea and inspiration. I did what was supposed to be a masterpiece. I could believe it because I could love. Finally, on the seventh day, the picture was finished. Leaving it dry, and now it's time to go to the wall. "The girl in the arms of the dragon" once again delighted me with its perfection, and I carefully remove it from the wall.

Three days later, I paint a landscape on the bank of a river, near a city beach. I no longer want to paint portraits, especially women. Suddenly there is a voice behind him.

- Great!

I tear my head away from the almost finished work and notice a girl in a bathing suit.

“Well done,” she says. Blonde hair fluttering from the summer wind, ... Read more →