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scaring this mother. All questions only irritably jerked his shoulder and locked himself in his room. He did not want to live a drop. I wanted to lie down and die looking at the stars. As blue as Paul’s eyes.
Studying went to the cat's tail, threatening with a graduation certificate with twos. Nothing worried about anything, until one day ...
She appeared in their apartment suddenly after a long absence. Some distant relative. Tenth water on the jelly. She came on vacation and decided to save on the hotel. Loaded with multi-colored bags, burst into the hallway and immediately rushed to hug.
Oleg gave her a frown and hid in a room, deliberately slamming the door. He knew that the “Maman” would immediately start complaining about him and prepared for a dull defense. He pulled the headphones, lay down on the bed and turned on the music.
Premonitions were justified. A tall, glamorous woman appeared on the threshold, flashing black eyes like lightning. Hands on the sides, she stepped on him with an angry panther. And she herself was like a great graceful predator. Perfectly laid hair gleamed with a dark wave. Graceful lips curled in a contemptuous grin.
- What are you doing, puppy? She hissed. - Do not pity mother? One after all raises you.
Oleg sighed, pulled off his headphones and was ready to answer, as the woman suddenly changed her tone.
- Lord, how handsome he grew up.
Oleg was startled by surprise and even forgot what he wanted to say to this impudent person. A woman came close, sat down beside him and absently ran her hand over the guy's chest. Black eyes clouded with dreamy veil, a strange smile began to play on her lips.
“What a strong one,” a woman suddenly said in a harsh voice.
She lived with them for a month.
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“She taught me that I showed you on our first night,” Oleg calmly continues, “I felt that this might be useful to me.” But I could not fuck her. She felt sorry for me, thought I was impotent. Cried. I did not persuade her, I was so profitable.
- And then? - I ask.
“Then,” I can tell by the voice that he is grinning. - Lived, how to live. All the time hiding. That evening, when I met you, I received a letter from Paul. He got married. Can you imagine? Made me a freak and calmly married himself. I was ready to kill him if he were not so far away. I was just furious, but suddenly I saw you. You grieved so much that I felt ashamed. I wanted to console you and somehow ... warm you or something. I first experienced similar feelings to a woman. They even scared me at first. Then we began to meet, and I let you inside myself further than it should be. At first, I wanted to be just a friend, but then everything changed. I even did not understand myself how I disappeared in you. As if in a wolf pit failed.
I'm grinning to myself. Friend? Is that so? And I thought ... Itself fell in love immediately and finally. And it turned out as it turned out.
And Oleg continues to speak. From his monologue blows hopelessness.
He disappeared for ten days because he received a letter from Paul’s parents. The brother died crashing drunk on a motorcycle. He left a widow with two charming twin sons. Oleg flew to the funeral. Paying the last tribute to the one who took his heart with him to the wet ground, my husband decided to say goodbye to me before he went into the unknown.
“There was a car around the corner. I knew where I was going, so as not to return. But when you closed my eyes and began to grind that nonsense about rain, umbrellas and fate, I realized for the first time that I wanted you. Like a woman. My pants were ready to burst from over-exertion. Even in the lower back punched.
This gave him hope that all is not lost. That he is still able to become happy.But hope melted away that night when he saw me naked. That agonizing evil stand in the cafe did not help my husband become my husband.
- I saw you wasting yourself with diets. I saw what you were turning into, but could not help myself. It WORKED. I wanted you then every night, forgetting everything.
And he let himself go of his own. Come what may! Anyway, ahead of Hell and no clearance.
- When you left the first time, I did not find a place for myself. Mind understood that nothing could be done, and my heart was torn to you. Damn, Ole, I love you more than life! Yes, I know that I acted with you as the last bastard, but I did not want to remain alone.
Then he decided to try the pills. He drank one for testing and midnight masturbated like crazy on porn movies with mulatto.
- For the first time I was able to look at a naked woman without disgust. I liked what I saw. True, I liked it. Backyard consciousness, I remembered how great I was inside you. So hot and cramped like nowhere. That evening, when I returned you, I drank two whole pills. Just in case. Therefore, I could not calm down until the morning.
Maybe this damned “Viagra” was not at all necessary for him, but he was afraid of a misfire.
- And when I realized that I lost you completely, I got drunk. Seryoga came, and for the first time I could not fuck him.
The goalkeeper understood the condition of his lover.
“True, you love,” he said. - I did not believe. Okay, I'll try to help you. I have an uncle psychiatrist. He worked with homosexuals in Soviet times. When we were forcibly treated in clinics. Come on, blow it to him tomorrow. I can give a damn, I can use “our” and “yours,” and you are about to fly off the coils.
“What is the irony of fate,” says Oleg, “I lived to be a homosexual for up to thirty years, and after three hours of the first reception, this old man called me a fool. I'm not a fag, Ole, I'm just super-impressive. And that first orgasm with Pavel was deposited on my bark like a brand.
At first, Oleg did not believe the ridiculous fat psychiatrist. But the terrible desire to return me made him go to the experiment. He called a whore.
“She could just be kicked out without explaining anything,” he told me. - Put out the door and everything.
The girl honestly worked for two hours paid, and Oleg felt his wings grow behind his back.
- In my opinion, I frankly fucked her. But it seems she left pleased. Because she put a note with a phone in my hands.
For a month, he trammed eleven women. Insurance agent at work; saleswoman from a nearby store; random fellow traveler, which he picked up on the road. I myself know how charming my husband can be. If he wants.
And of course, prostitutes. A couple of times even two at the same time.
“And that bitch-gynecologia who turned you against me,” Oleg says defiantly, “I fucked for three whole days. To the point that she fainted in my arms. There were no misfires. What do you say, Ole? Do you hate? I will understand.
And I smile to myself. “I bow to you, Maria, - I think quite sincerely. “For losing consciousness in his arms.”
“Untie me,” I ask my husband.
- Of course.
Frees my numb hands from towels and waits for something. Strained like an arrow, he is ready to break from the string at any moment.
And then I hug him. I cuddle up to my chest and finally give way to tears. Lord, if you are, give me this man! Do not take it more, otherwise I can not stand it. And curse you.
Oleg whispers all sorts of nonsense into my hair, lifts me out of bed and leads me to the exit, but ... Who said that I want to leave? Who such nonsense came to mind? I want something completely different. Here and now.
Happinnes exists? Happinnes exists. I tell you this, the happiest woman in the world.
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A strange story, a bit in the wrong category yaschitayu.
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To be continued?
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It is planned.
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On the other hand, if you look ... all the tags were removed from this story, they left one - not the most popular one. As a result, the story is not visible anywhere and anyone. Although it is this, as declared by the editors, the tag passes in general with the entourage, agree, Kappa.
Therefore, it makes no sense to publish a sequel here, I do not see. Look for him in another place))))
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You probably do not know. Tag "homosexuals" is a priority. Stories with this tag never go to the main page - so as not to popularize perversion and same-sex love (I have been trying to get an adequate response to this reason for a long time, since lesbians and bisexuals, as well as various dressmakers, are completely admitted into a decent society).
In my opinion, only Yako-Khan, for her story, achieved a change of tags.
If I were you, I would leave BI, it is closer in meaning. And redkatura - yes, well, her to the tag, has long been enraged.
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Read, thanks to advertising on the forum. A cool story makes you wonder. There are a couple of dubious moments for me, but these are trifles. The main thing as written. Thank you for psychology and romance in porn ...
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Well done, that advertised, but it would have absolutely no one read. Nine pages with good text and vivid content. I will tell the place on the main, I do not doubt it. Send the request to replace the tag and do not delay. If necessary, we will support.
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I will also support. The story of such high quality should be on the main !!!
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Why should he be there? A narrow circle of readers, doomed singing praises, much more abundantly smelling the smell of the author's poppy keyboard, than unromantic fuckers from the general, non-corporate environment :) And this dream is an all-forgiving audience of completely benevolent and objective authors-readers. I'm not joking, shit I'll)))
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Put the deserved highest score.
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Fuck ...
This is a delight, if that.
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Guys, calm down))))
Smol, you're right: the story is bullshit. In this world, all garbage, except for you and the bees.))))
Timur, everything is fine.
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I am calm, although no, over the past two days I learned so much about myself from Smol, I felt so sorry for myself - poor and miserable that I was crying)))
And then there's the bees x @ ynya ... I already have all the clave in snot. I'm going to drink pyramid)))
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Only ax)
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I do not agree - bees are also garbage. This honey has now become bespontovy, finally does not torch, bitch. Remain interpreted I. Objections?
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No objections.)))
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And you are well done ... I put ten, but not for the story.
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You will not believe ... absolutely violet. For the story, not for the story.
I speak - all garbage. As it turned out, the bees, too))))
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Of course I do not believe, but this is something that should change? I hope you heard.
Wrong bees. Well, violet, or pink ... All shit except urine and adulation.
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If the story about homosexuals, then it is not worth reading. And Nehru papularize dovecote. First one story will be let through to the main page, and then all of it will turn blue.
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EDITIONS put a plus for the fact that adequately responds to the situation. Guest super duper put a minus. For what? For not reading, makes a review. How can I comment on what you do not know?
Gomikov I also do not like, and so what? What does this have to do with the author Nettle?
By the way, the exception does not cancel the rule, but only emphasizes it. This, as BE, the basics for a literate person.
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There are no homosexuals. Not. Basically. At all.
Imprinting is a funny thing.
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Despite the fact that you are purple, I can not express my admiration. In the same breath, all nine pages. I almost wanted to curse my family, suddenly they wanted to have breakfast, when I read two pages left :) Of course, there is no population here, there is a love story that cannot help but touch. Thanks for the story.
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Marinochka, yes “violet” is not about that at all. This is a parallel reality.
Thank you for such a piercing review.
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Um, yes, the sequel is clearly not worth laying out. Sometimes I regret that guests can not rate comments.
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Do not quite understand you, why not continue?
And it is also curious, which commentators would you like to add?
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I guess I know. Smol.
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Perhaps this is just your guess. Although I have never concealed my sympathy for this (guest), but I do not always agree with his opinion. He is just pretty to me. Well, as you some of the interlocutors on the site.
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First of all, the story is completely finished, I don’t know what can be continued, but the author is more visible.
Secondly, it is here to spread - it makes no sense. I understand when comments and controversy and discussion follow the story, and I do not understand when the story is used as a sandbox or a ruler for measurement.
On account of padding, this is not entirely true. Simply, if +/- at the commentary, it means that someone from among the countries has distinguished himself, but there are not so many of them.
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Clear. I have nothing to argue.
It also seemed to me that in the story the denouement had already sounded.
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Very strong story from the first line to the last. It was written in a scorching way emotionally and beautifully, without any flowery-artistic delights, but with precise associative definitions that enhance the perception and sensations from what was read The main thing is that you managed to leave readers indifferent and confirmation of this is the comments left.
Your story; - another confirmation that love must be fought for. And the fact that such stories leave their bright trace, making you think, the highest praise to the talented author.
Do not stop there - this is only the first step on the ladder of creativity and self-expression. Move on stepping higher. You - you can, you - be able to. You have everything for this. And new fans of your creativity - too.
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On the achieved? First step? Nice damn it. Just not to be the last.
Read what shines below my nickname. You'll like it. I guarantee)))))
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Thank you for the interesting, vivid and rich story.
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Well, what ... Events in the plot change quickly. Only because I mastered these kilometers. The author fantasizes famously. Basically, it delivers. But really without gomosyatinki in any way? Therefore - 8.
If the sale will be without cabbage - read.
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Great story! I did not read it, I saw it! Like a movie, or even wrong - I looked at the open door and saw these people, everything that happened to them.
Honestly, I don’t know if this happens - I don’t understand anything about homosexuals) - but the love story, their drama just blows me up as a reader.
And for new readers I will say in big letters - THIS IS THE HISTORY OF LOVE MEN AND WOMEN!
And I demand that this story be ranked first among the stories of August! Yes, the creators of the site will hear me)
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Wonderful story.
And I said this stupid: people are treacherous. I hope not find out, poor thing.
I wonder how the second mate will write? Also after all - the pacer! I look forward to it.
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