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I have another novel. Tell me what to do with it? I understand that running in a circle continues. What is just a new round. You know, he's annoying me with something. I still can not isolate what. What is wrong in our relationship? You are a Master, you must understand. Look, outwardly we do not combine with him, but there is something inside. ”
“Girl, do not rush things. Look, now you go with the flow, then you go against it. You know, do not take the wheel in your hands, it will be cheaper ”.
“Do not cry ... Do not listen to the heart.
And tears flow for good reason
When standing in front of a church
Before the crucifixion of Christ. "
(Natalie Leps)
Correspondence number one. Talking on the phone
- Hello, girl. Well, tell me what you got?
- Yes, Master. And already there is nothing to tell. It was all over before it started.
- You know, my dear, it is not always possible that we draw ourselves.
"Do not be afraid ... The weak are afraid ...
I'm afraid a lot and I'm weak ...
I'm afraid of loss, I'm afraid to stay
Amid the bare walls all alone. "
(Natalie Leps)
The conversation lasts an hour and a half ... The brains fall into place, the heartache goes away. She relaxes, and all previous throwing sweeps away the Master's hand. He owns her soul, though he let her go long ago.
Correspondence number two
Phone call:
- It means so. I broke the order, I'm waiting for you, come.
- Yes!
Two and a half hours and it is in place, even the direction is not confused. The evening of communication, sincere, gentle. Fried dumplings with all sorts of sauces. Beautiful spanking network. This time something new. New feeling and even without bruises. Another fear of the ropes, which this time pass through the neck back. Hands tightened behind his back. "Hands in a fist" - a sharp, unexpected order. And enjoyment from within. Sometimes sex goes into the background, when there is sensuality inside, when a person is near without promises, no complaints, when there is a Master near.
We breathe in unison. We are leaving in nirvana both, on the verge.
A game of Russian roulette completes the feeling. Pistol to the temple, in turn. Adrenaline on the verge. The gun is not charged. Not a single rescuer will give a woman a loaded pistol. She knows it. She trusts unconditionally. Step into the abyss - you will be caught!
“How are you, girl?” - “I'm fine, thank you!”
And morning sex, when you rake in an armful, roughly, without caresses, without preludes and without prefaces. Nose in the pillow. She feels the flesh that sticks roughly, almost dry. It doesn't matter, it's just beautiful. From sleep, without preparation. And the body begins to breathe frantically. How she loves such an awakening, how she breathes intermittently, insatiable. It sits down itself, rising upwards, towards.
"Are you sleeping?" - "Already not!" - "I am in you." - "Yes!" - he falls next.
Correspondence number three. Telephone
- Hello.
- Hello. How do you manage to appear when you are not expected at all?
- How are you?
- Poorly.
- What is it?
- Dad.
- What about him?
- In the hospital. Call me.
Call A machine. She is absorbed in his dick with pleasure. Here this member lies in the mouth, as it should. By grabbing the base with her lips, she pulls everything out.
- Quietly, not drochi, I do not want to quickly finish.
- I do not masturbate, hands - here they are. I just lips. I'm so pleased.
- How do you do that?
- Easy.
It's easy with him, he's so cozy ...
Half an hour later she returned home with a taste of cum on her lips. She was good.
Afterword
You know, you have to listen to all this, or rather, read it, because you just don’t want to listen to me or hear me. I want you to know. You have caused me a lot of pain. The pain in the soul is much stronger than the usual physical pain. I gave birth, I know what pain is. I was torn with a chain. It hurts, but it ultimately gives pleasure. Mental pain kills.
I am not offended or angry at you. I am grateful to you for those moments of happiness that I knew next to you. I don’t blacklist people on the phone who haven’t done anything wrong to me. I am open to dialogue and ready to listen to any complaints and the final verdict. No - this is not. But say it openly.
It's very simple to talk. If you were looking for an excuse to get rid of me, then you chose the most painful path for me. Well, so be it. This is your decision, and I respect it.
We will not talk about unfulfilled promises. I was used to solving my questions myself, who even promised me anything. Bad or poor, but with this I coped all my life.
Now I do not even ask for an answer. I do not need it. Silence is not my way. Just the last word should remain for me.
“I love you and miss you, my dear”, 04.04.2015, 01.30. Do you recognize?
It was not me who started making plans, it was you who started doing this. What for? Hurried events or just empty words?
And once empty, it means we are not on the way.
Thanks again for everything.
"Do not cry ... Do not cry only a stone
He indifferently suffers pain.
And, I know, it won't be any easier,
Only grief to cry let.
(Natalie Leps)
Diana Tim Taris
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Opinions about this story will be mixed. First is the psychological thriller. tags "blowjob and romance" in it are inappropriate. This is drama in its pure essence. Throwing women to know their inner world. It is not like everyone else, therefore, who is not in the subject, it will be difficult to understand the thoughts, desires and its aspirations.
Secondly, the novel is purely feminine and written through the prism of the perception of a woman - this also confuses ... men. But not all. I tried to try it all on myself and seemed to understand a little what she wanted. Like all - the love of affection ... and so that without deception. And she was deceived into her expectations, so she turns to her teacher ...
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Here is the opinion I had after reading the story. I know that it is original and most likely not at all what the author wanted to show with his story.
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That's it! You, as always, saw the point.
Thanks for the comment and for the rating, of course, too. It is unlikely that someone else will agree with you!
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Yes, I, too, I think I understood throwing her soul. Although I have a completely different life situation. Diana, you're the only one, you can write feelings so that they sound like an action. I agree completely with Yura - a highly artistic story.
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Marina, you have struck me deeply with your comment! I did not even immediately find the answer. It's like a blind artist to draw the sound of a falling rose petal on the crystal floor of the palace, which is not.
Thank!
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Diana, I brought your story to your favorites. This work.
And the place is not only on ST. I am very sorry that only a few will be able to appreciate it, to feel it. So far there are only three of us. Alas, out of 11 who voted, five said no. That is the lack of ST. Here the public does not appreciate the true things and chases a stupid soulless process. It angers me!
I sincerely wish to be included in the number of stories of the month!
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I basically do not participate in contests)) This is my personal position. Thanks for the rating.
In general, I plan to throw it on prose. ru, he himself is very dear to this story))
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But for this, you need to hold out a little, read it again and maybe a little refine
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There he will be rated better) Undoubtedly ...
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Fuck you do not need to litter the prose stupid texts! The fact that you are covered by a tatawa, one and the same circle of marginal murzilok, does not honor you or them. Rather, it only compromises a stupid woman. We need to get rid of such support. Having such friends, enemies are no longer required :))))
In fact, the great Self is your main instructor. Listen to me, intelligent and all-knowing, and you will be greatly appreciated! Definitely!
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This is where true many years of love and devotion, that’s what a masterpiece is about. Like, a hint to the author.
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“Love” Pitch is a pure perversion. I still can not understand what kind of "tender" feelings he has for me, or for the problems I write about, or for some other place. The desire to cheat everything is akin to pathology. Pathology of consciousness, psychomatic perception of the world. He certainly needs to leave a bunch of shit under the fence to sleep at least one night. I cannot forbid him to do this, I cannot help him in solving problems ... Let him be. He has the right to life just like all of us. I do not care much about his insinuations. He is just there, just present. Until then, it does not go on explicit insults. This I do not tolerate and will not tolerate. And he insults only when he feels his own impotence. The same can be understood, but not forgive. I did not forgive this and I will never forgive.
And the rest - let him live. He is not my enemy or friend.
As for the all-knowing, would argue, but I will not. Only fools argue, I never considered myself among them. Therefore, as a rule, I wash my hands immediately. I understand that it is useless.
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Madame, my only task is to talk the author. Someone, like you, for example, is difficult, someone, such as a lawyer, is easy ... The author's comment remarkably shows the true IQ of the creator and reveals the secret nonsense of the writer. I swear, neither to you, nor to someone else on this resource, I have absolutely no emotions. It is just interesting to me, by virtue of my profession, to observe and dissect. But in order for a person to open up, he must be knocked out of a comfortable state. That's how you are. And then the miracle of the conversion of the sheep into the boorish old shrimp happens.
Any gifted person has many virtual looks and masks, such as a queen. This is normal, although I personally dislike many-eyed murzilki. I open them easily and they are no longer interesting to me. You, too, Tim Tetris, the role of a principled offended innocence does not fit. Dissonance will be called up with your lyrics ... But I digress.
Most likely I will soon get out of here. New interesting authors do not appear, and the rest, having gotten together by a close flock, are not able to satisfy my thirst for trolling and intellectual communication)))
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And I love Smola!
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Alas, dear, you are in many ways right.
And with the departure of every "old man" many sorrows are added to the heart.
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