- The executor of desires. Part 1
- The executor of desires. Part 2
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desired. And protected. She knew that this boy would do everything possible, and even more so that she would never be ill.
Vlad raised himself on his elbows and climbed on top of her. He was ready to continue and was ready to give her satisfaction. Elya spread her legs and took into her bosom a tense cock that entered easily into an already wet hole. Vlad grabbed her round ass in the palm of his hand and made the first deep push. Elya hugged his back and moved in time with the deep frictions of the guy.
“Ugh-ff ...” came from Eli when the body pierced with pleasant warmth.
They finished almost at the same time, and Elya, spreading out in orgasm, still felt that Vlad was receiving the final impulse. It accelerates the movement, and then freezes, as if wanting to catch a moment of happiness. He screamed, released a hot jet into it, and exhaustedly sank onto satisfied Elya. And then, as if summing up the finale of this beautiful sensual sex hit the chime of the chimes.
- Happy New Year ... - these young people ready for love whispered at the same time, and I understand that everything is not over yet.
But only begins ...
... The dawn of the new year, and Vlad, driving off insomnia, makes coffee in the kitchen while Elya is still sleeping. The girl fell asleep, but he did not sleep all night, thoughtfully watching the whisper of her even breathing. He likes the way her beautiful lips jerk in a dream, which she let him kiss. I appear here, but he does not seem very happy to see me.
- I asked you not to climb with your tricks, - evil and at the same time sadly says Vlad. He would have yelled at me if he had not been afraid to wake his girlfriend.
- I have nothing to do with. I swear it all happened without my participation, I calmly assure him, but this man does not believe me.
“Fuck you,” I hear, and I understand that I’ll rather disappear than prove something to this hard-nosed boy. Let him live as he wants!
And when Ale woke up, Vlad brought her a cup of aromatic coffee. She wondered why he was so depressed. Isn't she glad that she was with him?
“It was the best night of my life,” he said to Ale, but he looked sad. And the last words gave vent to his reflections. - You have to leave.
- But ...
“Please go,” a man’s thought sounded harsh, and her hands tightened around the wheels of the wheelchair.
After minutes after Eli the door slammed ...
EPILOGUE
... "New Year, New Year ...", - a song comes from a huge TV in a known shopping center while I walk here on the first New Year's Eve, the first of January. Then a new group appears on the plasma screen - three singing girls. They are super sexy, vocal, boob ... well, you understand everything else. I am pleased to recognize in one of them Vera. I listen to the New Year's hit in their performance, and here Vera makes her signature wave of the hand. I smile and wink at the screen. Hello, honey! I'm glad to see you too.
Further, the physiognomy of her producer flashes in the TV box, her eyes nervously slamming from under the glasses of a cunning Georgian. He is pretty looking at Vera and praises himself what a cool producer he is, how he saw and unleashed talent. And that everything that she has - glory, admirers, grandmothers, Vera is indebted to him. Yes, damn, mentally I laugh, you really do not know life, man, if you think so! Verochka owes everything to you, not even to me, but only to herself! Take advantage of the best, dude-producer, you probably deserved it. And take care of her, since you have such happiness.
Happiness perepalo and plumbing Vasya. He hasn’t been out of bed with his wife Alena for a day. She gives him healthy sex, which Vasya has not received for a long time, that is, never. Live happily ever after, and so that I no longer need you, mentally wish this couple to me, and blink them. Alenka gets my moment and also thanks herself. At another point in the city, an athlete named Marat decided on the final end of his tennis career. It's time to arrange a personal life, he decided. But right, damn it.
And a girl runs through the huge hall of the shopping center.White hair disheveled, and on the pretty face the shadow of suffering. You to me, dear?
- Girl! Are you looking for me? Santa Claus is me!
She stops, carefully considers me, even studies how her chance. And takes a pause, picking the right words.
- Please ... Help him. Make him walk again.
- And you don't need a non-moving one? - I specify with a sneer.
“Needed,” the girl assures me.
- To pity him? - I do not quench.
“No ...” she calmly replies and adds. - For love.
That's it, honey. I was waiting for this.
“He can walk,” I firmly inform her in the voice of the know-all doctor. - Just do not believe in it, like all people with disabilities.
But she does not understand me, and insists on her, that I have to strain myself, make a miracle ...
- What is it for? - I abruptly interrupt the blonde and turn my eyes away from her, continuing to enjoy Verochka’s next video from the TV screen.
“You're kind,” this blue-eyed charmer says, looking hopefully into my eyes. How I don’t like it when in my different eyes they try to find a shade of kindness.
I laugh at her face - loudly.
- I am kind? This is something new, my swallow. All sorts of malevaki-artists draw me with horns on my head, children scare me with my name ...
“Oh God,” she whispers, revealing the truth in her head. - As I did not immediately understand ... You ...
And it freezes. Then, gathering with thoughts and will, gives rise to a solution.
- Then take my soul ... But let him be healthy.
Oh, Christmas trees! Yes, I do not need your soul! I need, perhaps, this.
I open the girl picture. A guy in a wheelchair is rolling along the embankment in the direction of a huge high bridge. The winter wind waves its curls and brushes away drops from the dark, as embers, eyes. He is nearing his finish line, and he really needs to be stopped.
Elya takes off and runs off. It runs fast, faster than a wheelchair rolls a kilometer away, and reaches the embankment.
- Vlad! She shouts. - I forgot to tell you!
He turns, recognizing her voice. His gaze lights up.
- I love you! - Vlad hears a shrill, but benevolent sound.
A wheelchair squeaks from young feet rising from it ...
“Happy New Year to all!” - once again grinning, I send my SMS to the world.
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Well, such a story with speculation. I even booted, into the philosophical jungle wandered. Is such a good - good, and whether evil - evil. Everything is relative, and often depends on us.
In general, an interesting idea pushed the author. Well, if we talk about the story itself, I would add a fairy tale tag. Then the non-realism, which undoubtedly was present in many episodes of this particular part of the story, could be easily discarded.
If everyone is happy, everything is good, then so be it. I don’t say anything special about sex scenes, the semantic and contextual component of the story was loaded very quickly. ten.
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The tag “fairy tale” I still marked as “fantasy”. I admit, this is my favorite genre in literature. If I had written a “fairy tale”, readers would have been waiting for some fairytale characters.)
Thank you, Rinat, for reading the second part).
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That's right, that did not put a fairy tale. Here it is fantasy.
I sit and think. An avalanche of thoughts ... Different.
For my taste, this is your best story to date. How often people are afraid to believe that they too can be happy.
Recently, I accidentally watched a very old film “Can't Say Goodbye”. I watched and cried. And now I was reading your story and similar emotions flooded in too.
And a tiny remark - not a niggle! - “men’s panties” should be replaced by “panties”)
Thank!
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Beautiful movie you watched a colleague! I remember him. All were able to make a movie about love in Soviet times.
And I call my shorts, yes, “panties”!)))
Thank you, Nefertiti, for the feedback! Nicely!
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Good story, honestly. But you mixed everything up. As one of my friends says - porridge, honey, shit and bees))) No offense.
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Yes, Serge, the story is specific, I agree with you). It needs to be read carefully, without skipping lines, otherwise nothing will be clear.
Mixed, you say?) Well, that was intended).
Thank you for reading my reading this time).
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The final you got, and everything else too. I think that the porridge turned out to be delicious :) Although the part with Verochka seemed to me more juicy and exciting. Few, in my opinion, sometimes too fast transitions from one action to another. But very dynamic. New Year's fairy tale was a success to you this year too.
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Thank you, colleague!)
I wrote above that, yes, a few plot lines, and they should be closely monitored. Smooth to make transitions - honestly, I was afraid to “inflate” the story.
Successes you in creativity!)
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This is a solid ten! I very rarely give such a high rating. At eroticspace, your work is the second (after “Deceived Princess”), which received the highest praise from me.
Excellent and quite unusual!
It was possible to put the tag # irrepressibly.
If I were a producer or a director, I would make a film on this case! New Year. Among other things * the ram, which is being done now, would have stood out noticeably!
The only note is the name. “Wishmaster” sounds rather banal. It is not allocated and not remembered.
I would call “Santa Claus does not exist!”
And the ending would change a bit ...
- WHAT is this article on? - I cut the clip and turn back from it, continuing to follow the next clip from TV with a telescreen.
- You are Santa Claus, you are good!
- Am I good? This is something new, my spade. New Year has passed! And I - not Santa Claus! Santa Claus does not exist!
I took off Santa's hat, showing her small horns to her, fanged out, grinned and flashed a spark of my hellish eyes.
“You're already big enough to believe in fairy tales.” At least
least with a good ending ...
“O God,” she whispers, revealing the truth in his head. - As I did not understand again ... You ...
And she zatytyvayet. Then, gathering thoughts and wills, decides.
- Then take away my soul ... But let him be healthy.
- Oh, elki! There are no miracles, except those that you do yourself! Yeah, and I don’t need your soul! I need to, pruzhaluy, here it is.
But the author is you! So you decide! ;)
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The original ending you proposed!))
I admit, for each of the story novels there were two options for how to finish, but I did not have time to think for a long time, I had to release a story at least for the old New Year).
And the name - yes, this has already been applied both in the cinema and in literature, but it pushes this work into a trend that I thought up, therefore I chose this. Let there be my version.
I agree with you - making movies is an exciting experience)).
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Special thanks to those who financially thanked the author.
And also my special congratulations to the one who sculpts the story "Coke" all the way!
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I would not be in a hurry to call this story your best story. No, I would not be in a hurry. Although I can not stand the pop and their party on the spirit and do not look, the first story turned out to be the most relish. The other two did not conquer me and did not convince me. None of the characters in the second and third stories have reached my heart. And questions have arisen.
1) A disabled person of the first group, abandoned by parents, living without a guardian - I can not believe it.
2) The maiden, wandering aimlessly on the eve of the New Year, sings the first of January from the television screen in a group. Christmas numbers are all recorded ahead of time.
3) A multi-person disabled person next to golden youth isn’t this speculation on a patterned opposition?
And how honest and reasonable is to make a girl shout “love”? And for how long, spoiled her enough? How soon will she return to her party? And how much is this young man enough, when he sees from the height of his working legs, how different are they with the blonde?
All questions, questions, questions ...
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Thank you, dear critic, for a detailed comment, as always!)
According to the comments:
1. I know a person who specifically with the first group consciously decided to live alone, without a mother. Worked nonetheless and even arranged a personal life. The human character is capable of and not like that, but the hero of the story wanted to study in the capital and had to get out himself.
2. With Vera, it seemed to me that it was obvious even in the first part - he changed her life in hindsight. There was a phrase on this subject.
3. It is a matter of principles and perception to be considered as speculation by a person with a major disability.
I'm surprised that it seemed to you that “Santa Claus” was forcing Vera to scream, and that in general he was forcing someone into something. All the characters did what they thought was necessary, he only created situations. And in the last story, he basically did not participate, about which he also spoke to the guy.
Well, what would all reveal and answer all, probably need a whole novel)) ...
Thanks again for reading!)
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Thanks for the clarifications.
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Eugene, a disabled person of the first group, the guardian is entitled if his disability is related to the intellect. In the case when everything is in perfect order, the disabled person is free to live as he wants. Although, yes, in domestic terms it should be very difficult. But you can live.
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I read your story, this is my first acquaintance with you. It turned out this is the second part, I had to go back to the first. An interesting idea))) Unusual. I am very impressed when unusual scenes are taken on the ST, and they are wrapped in eroticism.
One could, of course, find fault with the fact that there are indeed elements of unrealism that give rise to doubts. But since from the very beginning of the story a certain symbolism was guessed (in my opinion, of course, maybe, I was rationalized through chur))), then everything was perceived allegorically.
After reading both parts, I can conclude for myself that the first one turned out to be more successful, somehow smoother, more consistent. The second seemed to me somewhat compressed, as if the author had taken some larger piece and nammed a demo version from it. Such an interesting idea, I did not have enough of its full disclosure.
But I gave you 10, if only because this work is very different from the majority of the monotonous plot presented here, to the nausea of the bored story that has been so actively used by the authors recently, in pursuit of views or something else. Yes, and the text is very good, only in this part there were small flaws, perhaps, when editing a little overlooked)
And about the stakes, add separately - this is not in your garden, do not think. I also experienced and suffered at the same time - once the story comes out, they peck at it with colas. No, they do it with everyone, God forbid, get to the main page. The first wave of stakes, the second ... Everyone has a point. So don't worry about it. Most likely, your story is not even read, just poked count.
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Nice to meet you, Emiliya)).
Yes, there is symbolism, I wanted to make erotic fantasy. The second part could be opened deeper, but it would increase its size. Well, I tried to sustain the story format.
You recently, I looked at the site. Therefore, I wish you success and grateful readers)). Your stories, as time gets, I will certainly read).
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Thank you, one)
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Suddenly a good story in this topic !!
Liked. Thank you
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Thank you, LION-1!)
I will try and continue).
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