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don't ... get it! - suddenly gave Sergei a strange version of a famous saying, and the boys stared blankly at each other.
“Actually, I’m not in this part,” Ivan confessed, hiding his whip behind his back, “they just fuck me here, and that's it ... And they feed me for free,” Ivan rolled his eyes and said dreamily, “but I wanted to learn different things BDSM ... You after all, I hope you understand all this?
- Of course! - for some reason Sergey lied, and looked around in a frightened way: he was surrounded by unknown devices and objects, some of which looked quite threatening.
- That's great! - Ivan was delighted, - show me how it is done!
Sergey became suddenly hot and dreary. He pulled the shirt over his head and remembered that he was wrapped in a clothesline from head to toe. Ivan looked at him with admiration, also quickly undressing.
- Are you warming up at home before the meeting?
- Well, yes, naturally, - Sergey tried to give his voice more confidence, - where do we start?
- What do you want! - Ivan exclaimed in anticipation of the unknown games, and looked at the partner as God, - maybe with a bandage? - Ivan added, and handed Sergey the first item he caught, who, without looking, grabbed it from the shelf.
In perplexity, Sergei twisted a rubber cap with slits for the eyes and an artificial phallus, which happy Ivan extended to him. Sergei gently pulled her head down, trying to get his eyes into the holes. The member turned out to be at the top of Sergei, and stuck out like an antenna.
“You look like a telepuz,” Ivan grunted and frightenedly covered his mouth with his hands, “in the sense of ... The adult version,” he added, correcting.
“Everything is fine,” said Sergey, looking at himself in the mirror: the rubber member was swaying slightly over his head, and the newly formed dominator realized that he had suddenly become a vulgar parody of a unicorn, “wait a minute ... I am wondering you now ... ..
- Maybe try this one? - Ivan said with timid hope, and handed Sergei a small silver chain with clips at the ends.
“Yes, let's try this one better ... Silver rain,” said Sergey confidently, and right there he sorely pinched Ivan on his loose face.
Ivan looked at him with an offended look. His lips trembled, and his eyes began to fill with tears. Sergey frantically searched the shelves and grabbed a red shiny ball with two black leather straps on the sides. Ivan backed away from him, instinctively covering his ass with his hands. Sergey put a gag in his mouth to his partner for perversions, quickly fastening the strap on his neck. Ivan continued to back up until he flopped onto the bed, something irritably mumbling through the red ball.
- Oh, yes, of course! - Sergey exclaimed, and fastened the loosely hanging end of Silver Rain, hanging from Ivan's nostrils to the ear lobe.
Glancing at his creation (Ivan began to resemble a Polynesian shaman, who suddenly choked on a ripe apple), Sergei unwound a clothesline from his body and began to tie his counterpart with it: he started with his feet, then switched to a fat body and began to wind Ivan further, running around and fearing that the rope for the whole of Marijuana might not be enough. In the end, Ivan had to keep the end of the rope in his hands: the cocoon in which he found himself by chance only reached his thick breasts.
It was unknown when he would still be engaged in real BDSM at a suitable club, so Sergey frantically tried on various things on himself, revealing to Ivan, a vivid illustration of Krylov's fable "The Monkey and Glasses." Finally, he chose a black latex bag with arms and legs: he always dreamed of wearing such a specific suit. Turning away from Ivan, quietly sobbing on the bed (apparently, the buzz has already gone), Sergei shamefully took off everything and began to pull on a thin shiny rubber.
It turned out badly: the overseas costume constantly stuck on the body, painfully tearing out hairs, and did not climb onto the strong body of the Russian masochist.Sergey managed to more or less distinctly pull the top of the suit on his head (he unwittingly removed the unicorn, throwing it with disgust to the side), and he went to the mirror to look at the results of his own work. Despite the fact that the room was small, Sergey barely got to the opposite corner where the mirror hung: the suit crushed and pressed in the most unexpected places so that his gait resembled a holy fool with a destroyed vestibular apparatus suffering from chronic cerebral palsy.
An eerie creature was looking at Sergei from the mirror: his face, which was tightly covered with latex, was scared forward (his eyes immediately reminded Sergei of a gold telescope), his lips, as if pumped with Botox, moved silently, making Sergei look like a fish, and he did not get into the central hole therefore, there was no nose on the face at all. “Fucking Voldemort”, Sergey thought, and he desperately wanted to go home. Especially since the holes in his suit (which was sitting on him in a strong fold, reminding the old Shar-Pei) opened access to the most intimate: naked nipples and wrinkled pisyun stuck out.
On the bed, Ivan grunted: he finally saw how a real BDSMist should look, and he was having fun. Sergey glanced at him with an unkind look of bulging eyes, and, taking with him a muscular pink member with a long fringe instead of eggs, moved threateningly towards a fat larva, swaddled with a clothesline around the gelatinous body. Somehow, having reached the bed, Sergey stopped at a loss: “there was absolutely no place to kill a mockingbird” - Ivan pressed his bed into his only natural hole, and, judging by the smell, he began a light defecation.
Suddenly, the door opened, and on the threshold appeared a pretty woman in red latex, tightly fitting her slim figure, with a long whip in her hand. Sergei unexpectedly wrote to the floor, not even suspecting that heavy artillery was used: he suddenly applied marginal urofiliya. The woman quickly looked at the battlefield, and confidently moved toward two perverts. Sergei did not have time to come to his senses when, in the blink of an eye, the chain migrated from Ivan to him: the woman pinched both his nipples, and put on his pussy a hefty clothespin, unhooking her from Sergey’s leg (from fitting it to the leg, so that it was easier to walk).
“So it will be right,” she said unexpectedly with a bass, and Sergey mentally ran to her kittens, “listen, ssykun, shoot props,” the red fury continued, addressing him, “otherwise you look like a dead fish.”
While Sergei was floundering on the bed, trying to get out of the hated uniform, the Dominant quickly unwound the rope from Ivan, who was rolling on the floor like a big spool of thread. After a few minutes, everyone settled down: Sergei managed to get dressed feverishly, and Ivan pulled the gag out of his mouth.
- Latex is a lifestyle! - She said, staring at Sergey, - this is a mindset. This is a secret that only the elect have. If you solve it, latex will be a reflection of your most intimate fantasies.
- I do not want any more fantasy! - Sergey begged, - I want to leave ...
- leave? When is everything just beginning ?! Who are you anyway? - asked the red devil, confidently fastening to his hips a hefty strapon.
“I ... Nobody,” Sergei murmured, and backed toward the door, staring in horror at her formidable weapon, “let me go, auntie, home ... To my kittens!”
- Kittens? - puzzled asked red latex, turning Ivan on the bed in the pose of a river lobster.
- Yes ... My tastes are very specific. You will not understand, - Sergey slowly moved to the exit.
“Devote me to them,” said the woman in red and slid the plastic dick into the fat man to the fullest.
“I collect kittens,” answered Sergey and took a little breath, “and when they grow up, I throw them into the“ Find Me ”orphanage.I do not like adult cats, - Sergey added and slipped through the door.
“Sick bastard,” Ivan said, turning to him. - Come on, get out of here: there is no place for perverts!
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The author of this story is a different person and this story on this site already exists.
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SunriseLC, funny)))
You are so categorically declaring that the author of my story is a different person, that I would be curious to know who he is?))
To your great regret, I have irrefutable evidence that this story was written by me (moreover in August), but is it possible for the “other person” to prove the same?))
I'm not talking about the stylistics of the narrative and the humor inherent in my other works as well =)
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Definitely different!
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Said a man whose work and comments are constantly minus. Apparently, decided to go to the haters, Count Raven?
Here you claim with SunriseLC, as if this is plagiarism. So prove it! Understand that without evidence your charges are completely groundless. Personally, I see you as the purest batthyrth and envy.
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I don't care about ratings and opinions.
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Now you remind the person who says "Oh, yes to me / nakakat / huskies." Did not hear about this? Mem even have it.
People show their work to others just in order to be appreciated and form an opinion about what was written. If you would not care about ratings and opinions, you would simply write for yourself, without showing it to anyone, and certainly not putting it on the Internet.
And that's enough for all the minus, butther.
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I want to become famous!
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So she laughed that she didn’t read it to the end)))
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Hello, 4elove4inka, long time no see! =)
Well, take a break, and finish already: the story is short, there is a little left))
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I can not, Easy Reiter! I'm still laughing! This is better than an orgasm!
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Love you = *
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So funny and stubborn ... Just can not convey in words. This is wine! Desyatochka unequivocally !: D
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Thank you, Juan, for your comment! =) I am glad that there are readers with a great sense of humor))
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Here it is!
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The author definitely succeeds in humorous stories, but it would have been possible to kill two birds with one stone if the burst woman turned out to be the wife of one of the characters ... then you could add another tag “Sexwife and Cuckold” :)
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Thank you, Sinner, for your feedback! =)
Your suggestion about “rabbits” is curious, but not in this case, because the background to the writing of this story is:
on one of the related sites with a similar theme, where I have the honor to be a member, at the end of summer one of the authors of the forum expressed an idea about a story about the relationship between two BDSM topics that met in the hope of realizing their fantasies with an experienced partner, but it turned out that which of them have no such experience, and they don’t really know what to do))
Another author (from also published here on sexitails) "knocked out" me on this, and I accepted the challenge.
The result is in front of you =)
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It now remains to incite you to really serious things in these sections, otherwise I can’t read your stories without a smile, which is a bit abnormally considering the direction of the genre. And although it may not be worth it - everyone should do what he is good at :)
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Thank you, Sinner, that you are so attentive to my work =)
In fact, of course, it would not be difficult to write a “serious” work: it is seriously easier to write than to laugh, isn't it? =)
But I deliberately chose exactly this style: it seems to me that it gives a special ease to the narration (unless, of course, you do not overdo it), and it is much more fun to read stories. But, this is - as anyone, of course))
And then, it seems to me that the topic of sex should in any case be treated with some irony: the “process” itself is very funny in itself, do you not find? =)
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Perhaps, but for my part I can not tell you anything definite about this. Fortunately, in the course of my processes, none of the lower ones have yet neighing :)
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Maybe Sinner, it makes sense to look at myself from the side - in the mirror, for example) Or is it just me (from my own reflection) such funny associations ?!))))
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Ahaha :) Perhaps I have not reached that degree of narcissism yet :) I prefer to use mirrors for partners, and after your warning I’ll be careful not to look at myself. Laughing over a woman bound type with a plastic bag is already too much. There is a risk of a lightning transition from a session to an explosive scattered party. So everything can be done, and that will not be washed afterwards :)
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If “narcissism” ... in my case, it would rather be masochism. With notes of sadism in relation to others =)
I hesitate to ask: what is the cellophane bag for? Is it instead hygienic? I’m just another virgin in this sense, but I don’t even dream about an explosive scattered party.
While my “explosive” parties, this is a rural disco: according to pivasiku, “Once again the gray hoot ...”
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Chet are rather weak parties :) Maybe then it makes sense to go to the next village to a disco? Your masochism is useful there as well as possible :) I am sure the local guys will gladly deprive you of their thematic virginity. They organize real explosive impressions that will literally knock your consciousness out of standard being. And the unusual use of their package will be for you just a breath of fresh air among the stuffy routine. Or not fresh, if before that they will use the package as hygienic :)
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Thanks for the tips and tricks, Sinner!
I diligently remembered everything (I wrote something down so as not to forget anything in haste), and I am already sitting at the bus stop with a freshly bought ticket in my hand: there is not a long way to the neighboring village, since we live in the wilderness restlessly.
Internally, I tune in to regularly stand out from the standard being.
Get away from the stuffy routine!
I am even ready to let out for the local children a sip of fresh hygienic air during the rite of depriving them of their thematic virginity: I do not mind at all! Let them!
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This story is better. But where is the orgy promised to the readers sometime? ...)
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Mihan, I do not remember that I once promised an orgy to the readers, but, nevertheless, the “orgy” will be above the roof in the next story that will be published the other day ;-)
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Well, ssanina! ..
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And I liked it! And I set 10.
But you strongly do not tear up your nose)))) If you had to pay, you need figs))))
The story is cool!
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Thank you very much for your feedback!
Agreed, Nefertiti Mitanniany, I will not bully my nose because of you.
And the rest ... can I?
There is no need to pay, this is exactly the case when “hussars don't take money”))
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Ahaha :) BDSM-schiki)))))) Oh, I can not)))) Cool! I remembered one joke, was not lazy - I found)):
Correspondence:
Sir: Hi whore, are you lower?
Slave: Hello Lord, yes.
Sir: Not the Lord, but the Lord is a fool!
Slave: Sorry Sir. And how old are you?
Sir: Call me on you. One friend of yours, ICQ, gave me here, said that you love Be-Te-eS-EM.
Slave: Is it spelled that way? Answer how old you are. I want the real Lord to beat the pain.
Sir: who spelled?
Slave: Be-Te-eS-eM. Will you answer how many years or I will send you on x ...?
Sir: Of course, so ... Itself in nete look. I'm 18, but I have a big dick. Do not send me, I know how to hurt. Have you already flowed my bitch?
Slave: I looked there it is written BDSM, but not Be-Te-eS-EM. Yes, Sir, my panties are already wet.
Sir: This is a typo. I know better how to spell. I have really a long time in the subject.
Slave: How much?
Sir: From the age of 14 I have beaten the bough
Slave: You are so strict. Do you have where to rape me?
Sir: Yes, I have no one at home during the day. Come tomorrow. Do you even know how to suck, but then I need a good b ... s.
Slave: Of course I can. Are you a moron? Che there to be able to?
Sir: Can you swallow it?
Slave: I can swallow a member.
Sir: You are a good sh ... ha. I already got up.
Slave: Will you bind me? I saw the movie, I want to be tied up and beaten too.
Sir: Of course I will. I say I'm special. Give me the phone.
Slave: 8–90 ... 02
Sir: I'll call you tomorrow. Come without panties. Do you understand?
Slave: I can not without panties.
Sir: Good. Come in shorts, just dress with the thread.
Slave: What thread?
Sir: What are you stupid? Or do you have no such panties ... thread?
Slave: Thong or what?
Sir: Yes.
Slave: Good. Goodbye Sir.
Sir: You are my bitch! I'll really pussy you ... b !!!
Slave: Cool. I will wait for Sir.
A meeting:
Sir: Che late? Come on in.
Slave: Panties dried, but it is not dried.
Master: Kneel down and crawl into the room. Crawl faster, and then you move like a pregnant cow.
Slave: Sir, I want to pee.
Sir: Che piss for fear? I told you I am a true master.
Slave: No. Just mother watermelon fed.
Sir: Well, yes ... so I believed! You are now my slave, it is good that you are afraid. Come along, drink your Saki.
Slave: This is in my tabs.
Sir: In which tabs?
Slave: Well ... I will not do. I do not know how to say ... I read, if you do not want to do something, then it is taboo.
Sir: Well, I would say so ...
Slave: I said so, just bent it differently.
Sir: And what else will you not do creature? I am Sir or who? You must listen to me!
Slave: There are no more tab.
Sir: All right, but I will punish you for disobeying! Vile trash.
Slave: I flow when you call me that.
Sir: Go ssy, and I will beat you.
After the session:
Slave: You idiot!
Sir: What did you want? So I was gentle? This is not for me. Go to pimple teenagers then. And I am the real Master.
Slave: What shall I tell my mother? My whole face is broken ... blood is coming ...
Mister: Tell me what role games you played.
Slave: Fool! You also call yourself a master ... You can laugh with laughter.
Sir: Oh ... and you ... I know how to suck! I can suck! And she except for the chupa-chups did not suck anything.
Slave: Yes, and you still have nothing to suck!
Sir: Well, get out of here, I do not need such a slave.
Slave: Well, figs with you.
A week later:
Sir: hello my bitch.
Slave: Hello Sir.
Sir: I can not without a topic ... come ...
Slave: Me too ... Tomorrow?
Sir: Tomorrow ...
"There is no sadder story in the world ...
What are small children in BDSM?
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I think it turned out to be funnier. Or not? ;-))
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Your funnier much more! But I once laughed at it. Just the topics of inept Topics are the same)))
And the name is what! )))
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