- Bland face. Part 1
- Bland face. Part 2
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under her movement was not required. With a woman it was different. But I felt waves of ardor, passion and love emanating from her body. I liked to lie on it, dissolving in it. Of course, after the work we did, we sweated a lot. And then an insight came to me that I liked her smell. The smell of a real woman without admixture of perfume, the natural smell of a female. So it's love. To reinforce my new discoveries of the world, the world of love, I suddenly licked her sweat from my chest and ran my tongue near the armpit. Rosochka started and stood up, leaning on her elbow, laughing, asked:
- Why did you do that?
“Your smell,” answered the reliably in love, “I like him.” I needed to find out how you taste.
- found out? - gently holding my hand on the cheek, asked my mistress.
- Yes! - I gently kissed her palm, I said, - you are tasty, sweet. I fell in love with you completely and irrevocably.
Rosie fell on her back and laughed wildly. Of course, she first heard such a declaration of love, but she liked it. And you, probably, guess, my dear readers, that the first closeness is very important in the continuation of love relationships. If it suddenly turns out that one of the partners does not fit in any other way for some parameters, then most likely this continuation will not happen. The important role here was played by the smell and, of course, the pheromones that inhabit it. If the smell was repulsive, then the continuation of the love relationship is not expected. I liked everything in Rosalind. Liked and its large forms. No, she was not fat. Not was well-fed. Fat folds on her body, too, was not observed. There was no cellulite formations. Nothing hung or hung in it. Her small breast was not really small and rather elastic and stood in any position. But Rose was embarrassed of her body and picked up such clothes, which created the illusion that she was a fat woman. Not emphasizing, and striking out all their charms. To make sure of this even more, I asked her to walk to demonstrate the beauty and elegance of my body.
- Well, - she agreed, - I was just going to the bathroom.
Gracefully rising from the bed of love, she marched into the plumbing structure, sexually blinking with her hips. She had a slim waist, not thin and not fat legs. I would call them strong. They were chiseled. The butt was round and rather wide, much wider than the shoulders, which distinguished it from asthenic models, which had exactly the opposite. However, models, as I was known for sure, are selected not to demonstrate the beauty of the female body, but to demonstrate the beauty of women's clothing.
I didn’t waste my time and poured into the kitchen. It is believed that bachelors eat only Doshirak noodles and scrambled eggs, diversifying them with sprat in a tomato, occasionally sausage. Perhaps so, but this did not apply to your humble servant. I loved to eat and knew how to cook. Because the second joy after masturbation with a doll considered food. And since I did it three times a day, in the morning, after work and before bedtime, I cooked it for my pleasure. The refrigerator gently winked at me with fish pie, vegetable salad and homemade ice cream. Juices, drinks, brandy and gratiesti wine formed on the table. Soon the nymph came out of the waterfall. She was wearing a pretty, translucent black peignoir, all strewn with woven roses. Two rosalindas covered their nipples, and another one was bigger, the most important female place that looked quite tempting. On her legs elegant black stockings and lacquered high-heeled shoes.Stockings, too, were covered with Rosalins, but they were not noticeable. Only when they were facing your face.
It turns out Rosie was ready for a date and went to him in all weapons. Then it finally dawned on me that it was not I who seduced the woman, but the woman wanted to be seduced. She gracefully sat on the proposed chair and said:
- We will drink only wine.
When we were full, Rosa praised my culinary skills and, coming close to me, she squatted in front of me, spreading her legs wide. Having released my dick from the tissue covers, she lacquered it in her wide glass of wine and happily smiling sucked the head, enveloped in intoxicating moisture. This was repeated several times. Until it hardened and it became uncomfortable to dip it.
“And now you,” I said, taking the glass from her and forcing me to stand up and turn my back on me to lean my hands on the table.
My tongue and lips immediately screwed into her sweet crotch. Having licked enough nectar from her labia, I stood up to my full height and, having adjusted her position, entered with all my fervor and passion into my beloved. She immediately groaned happily, feeling in her vagina not an artificial member, as it had happened before, but a real, hot, throbbing with her veins, my member. She liked it, she liked me too. We merged in the union of souls and bodies, becoming one. Love you know. I clapped so cool about her ass, but I didn’t have the sound of louder slaps. Therefore, I began to occasionally reward her ass with a slap in the face. It was fun. She happily bravely and ponor rider:
- Still! Still. Stronger. Come on!
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And then came the moment of farewell. I persuaded her to stay with me for the night. But the woman was adamant.
- No, honey. I need to be alone. Digest everything that happened between us. Yes, and I think you too. And then I call ...
- When, then? - asked reliably in love.
“When I'm ready, wait,” Rosa said firmly.
- And if you do not call?
- So it was a one-time adventure.
Bye-bye she quickly ran off to her home. I went to the box with the doll and asked her:
“Do you think she will call?”
The doll did not answer me ...
She called in the morning ... at the door of my apartment before the alarm. And she didn’t say a word to undress ...
Love, you know - this is such a fantastic feeling.
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My puppy looks a bit like a bulldog and a mastiff,
On a diver's dog and on all shepherd dogs at once ...
Yes, how many women skillfully hide their attractiveness! Or maybe it really is all about love? Two met, and a great miracle of transformation took place. Ugly fat woman turned attractive sexy.
Her eyes do not look like stars
You can’t call corals
Not white shoulders open skin
And there is a strand of black wire.
With a damask rose, scarlet or white,
You can not compare the shade of these cheeks.
And the body smells like the body smells,
Not like violet petal.
You will not find perfect lines in it,
Special light on the brow.
I do not know how goddes parade,
But sweetie steps on the ground.
And yet she concede so hardly
Whom in comparison lush slander.
The author gives everything with such juicy humor that it is impossible to keep from smiling. And for happy end separate plus.
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Oh! Thanks, Tanita Coma! It seems my work is first met with poems.
It's nice, I will not hide!)))
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Soon the nymph came out of the waterway.
Yura, read with pleasure for the first time in a long period ...
fervently, lightly and laid down on the heart, as if she herself forged these phrases and arguments of seduction)))
sumptuously!!! consoles the heart. caresses the ear !!! three plus ten !!!
Mua-Mua !!!
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Snow, my dear! Thank. Was in some way influenced by your masterpieces. That's why he wrote))))
Your wrapper, my shokulatka))
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This is what happens when people are demanding and yearned for intimate joys))) And not very luxurious lady seems nymph, and intimate dating of average quality becomes unforgettable, and a simple “Dorval” is called love)))
But maybe it is - love?))) Such is life, direct, without pink snot and illusions?))
It was fun, easy and interesting)
I will not pay attention to the realism of attention, for it is clear that this was not the salt. Joke she always remains a joke, albeit with some truth)
From your last stories - like)))
I put boldly 10)
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Thank you, Emily! I wrote like a greenhouse. Couldn't stop. So I saw my heroes as if in reality. At the end there was a thought about the continuation. But I don’t know yet whether it should be implemented))
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I think that we can continue)))) A doll getting dusty in a box can get bored ;-)
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Emily, I didn't even think about the doll at all. I was thinking about Rosalind. It is shown somehow schematically, detached. Due to the fact that the hero writes about his feelings. However, he knows something about her that gives him the right to write it. So they have a future to learn. And they will do it.
There are some small tips and I will soon start the second part)))
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I meant that if there is a continuation of dates for the heroes, the doll will hang itself with anguish)))
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She won't hang herself. But already expressed her opinion to a human woman. An excerpt from the draft of the second part)))
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“I am his first lover,” said the Doll, “I was long before you.” Pull yourself hope a woman that he will exchange me for you. Soon his passion will end and he will return to me. And you will remain heartbroken and full of tears.
“Even if you are right and everything will happen, it’s still not known who will be left with a broken heart and all in tears,” Rosalind grinned, “but explain to me what are you better than me?”
- I am always ready for love. I have no critical days. I don't have to give flowers. I do not eat and do not drink. Besides, I am not a brawler and will never ask a beloved fur coat or a trip to a resort. And what can you say to me in your defense?
- Here's another! - Rosa got angry, - I am not going to make excuses in front of the Doll. By the way, I earn enough to myself to buy a fur coat. And on critical days, I can give my lover oral pleasure.
- What about the scandals? You women cannot do this without at least once a week. The doll asked.
“Monotony bothers,” the woman replied, “but he cannot go to the cinema, to the dance, to the theater, or just to visit.”
“I admit that this is your only argument against me,” the Doll confessed, “that is why I think our conversation is over.” Close the door on the other side ... "
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Calmly, intelligibly, realistically.
I liked it and I think that it’s quite logical to continue.
I think that the wedding will not be. - There will be experiments of pleasure))))
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Thank you, Vitaly. If I decide to write products, they will arrange such experiments, which will be fun))))
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Greetings. Good soft story on four. I did not like some phrases, for example, screwed into a sweet crotch, but on the whole is normal.
Yura, after a while I have to admit that you are right about the scores. This criterion has completely degenerated on the site. I do not often go, but when entering I am amazed at the amount of rubbish under which a nine or ten proudly stars. Evaluation ceased to reflect the literary significance of the story and began to show the degree of loyalty and compliment.
Having been on your forum, I was surprised to find how clowns burned out with the idea of monetization of their creativity, deftly privatized the previously tied talkers.And of course, I must apologize that I thought worse of you, because to my amazement I was pleasantly surprised by the absence of you in all of this ponto rage.
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Greetings, Smol. Long time no see. I admit that I am tired of the forum. And the forum is tired of me. Therefore, I was not interested there.
What about my phrases. I learned from Mayakovsky. I liked and like his poems. He so cleverly juggled with words ...
And my idol writer humorist Zoshchenko loved to insert them. By the way, many do not know that it was he who invented the word “killing” and not only that)))
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And yes about the estimates. I always said it was a bluff. And even offered to allow them to ban the author, according to the type of comments. However, it was ignored)))
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It is also an option. Or in another way - the assessment appears only when a certain threshold is exceeded. For example, one thousand attendance and ten pieces. Then the score set sometimes by the author but from another account will not be over the first readers.
And of course it is necessary to increase the value of the assessment. After all, a dozen are at least Sorokin or Minaev. And we only use 1, 5, 10. The rest of the estimates do not exist. Although of course I don’t know how to raise the reader’s self-awareness)
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My well-established opinion. This is kamenty under the story. But, I agree it happens that the story is good, but it is not kamentyat. From the excess of feelings just nothing to say. But the ratings put everything.
My opinion: the story only worthy of dozens in which at least 100 ratings, and preferably more and at least 30,000 views.
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Already wept :) Yurochka, thank you :)
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ABOUT! And how happy I am! A non-commentator has appeared!)))
Thank you, honey!
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A non-commentator here periodically walks, but rarely want to speak out ...
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And where are your new tales? Ali pen in hand does not go?)))
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Well done, cho. I have not commented on you for a long time, but I guessed right here. Normal story.
And you stop to distort the words and write any bilebird, in general, you will be happy.
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No, no, no, Eugene. This is my patchport, stamp, originality of writing in the world of literature. I can not without it. I'm writing humorous. And my idol Zoshchenko taught me that. More Henry Kuttner had a hand. So it was and will be equal to the titans of humorous thought)))
And THANKS for kament!
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I missed the old, kind communication under the author's story) and most importantly everything came together - Yura wrote a glorious text, did not dirty himself in begging for a penny from anxious readers and didn’t peck at gingerbreads from the arbor) in spirit and replaced me depressing avatar) well done!
I want to tell one story about how the site of a seksnarod perished ten years ago (edit if you think this is an advertisement), and so, there was also a cry about people's moderators on the forum too. Oooh fuck what started here, all who feel like moderators flooded into the moderators ... The result of the forum is deplorable. Everything that is moving and breathing was moderated) any conversation, any conversation, any story, any sneeze like fucking)))) you ask why I am. I will not hide, recently I rummaged on your forum which is bent from ridiculous ideas. I watched the beginning of the end there. I saw greedy lawyers, saw cunning stuck, funny pofigists and ... I saw emptiness after moderation. Do you remember we spent an interesting experience with srachem under the story. It is precisely this “liveliness” that the forum lacks))) it quietly exists with the people's authorities, who are essentially cooks who are fucked in the absence of a cook)))
I'm glad you're back. True.
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Smol very interesting conclusions. I do not know whether they are correct or not. But I really did not want to publish stories for money here. Because I submitted this idea on the forum but not for this, but for reward in contests.At first, everyone turned against me as if I were proposing to make the stories paid. Although I meant something completely different. And then suddenly this feature appeared.)))
And about the gingerbread from the gazebo, I finally can not understand what it is? They do not seem to give out anything. Just who wants to expose his story and critics criticize him
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But I noticed one trend. When I hung up on the forum, the stories were not written. There was no time. Now I sometimes glance at what is happening there, but not kamentu and time has appeared more. Now I do what I came here for, I write stories and kamente those that I read from others and I liked them.
And in the gazebo expose certain stories that I read before and left them on kament. Why do I need it? Write a repeat review of the old story. Therefore, I do not participate there. I'm lying. I did not read one of the stories. New author. The rest read everything before.)))
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Oh, because the whole point, who lick whom and what fee. Authority name increases a lot of money. And if the text is light and the syllable is noticeable, the path is usual - head and napr) and the fee is not necessarily money.
Jura you asked for an answer or for a debate? I would not like to explain the obvious to the writer with the name)
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Maybe I'm just making excuses?)))
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;))
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the idea was proposed to simply make a payment for the stories for those who wish to transfer them from the excess of money for the story they liked, but without any introduction of paid content. Well done, though they didn’t let it go. but the paid stories on the main page is a WIZ. if someone wanted to make money on it, this could also be solved, but not in this way. unless of course to take the interests of the authors and not the site. would create a section here or on a forum where authors who are “not enough” gave their coordinates and could write to order. and everything I understand that one person will not pay for the story as much as 100 people and why the hell is such a pleasure, and this is solved. would put a universal "ballot box" with the name of some kind of damn paid on which he will write that he is ready to write stories about "toto and toto" or about the universally selected topic of guests and so on. under it and as soon as the necessary amount is collected in this “urn”, he will start writing (it would be desirable to see how much money was there or how many people donated to his sweater). and let everyone then spits at her or throws money as he pleases. at least it did not spoil the impressions of the site. and so you will open the story, and there the hell in the hat asks everything give a pittance. and yes, sometimes the comments are the only thing that at least somehow gives a desire to enter this cemetery.
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356434 And what does this have to do with my story? And where is the assessment of my story, or at least a brief comment? Not a word about him ((If this question is so interesting to you and you are indignant, then write in the topic where it was discussed and discussed:
https://eroticspace.info/article/2015-12-05/platnye-rasskazy-na-eroticspace.html
And what have I? And what side to this stick my story?
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Do not boil Jura. The reader saw in you I hope, here I expressed sore about paid content. It is worth a lot, not everybody has life talkers under the stories.
By the way, when I spoke about the forum, I meant only the author’s dying section. In the rest there everything is in order, life pops up to the best of their interests.
And let me go back to your work. I did not think you call stories a little differently. It is no secret that the rollicable name attracts. You see, I do not like that you lose attendance out of the blue. Agree to the name "fucking cold whore's spree" will bring more visits than the "snow queen" ...Personally, it seems to me that you are very smartly approaching simple things) take an example from an archer, he is ready to squeeze his own eggs with a door, if only the parish would be.
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Smol I am not ready to press eggs and I do not need a penny from the stories. I prefer to be a sponsor for competitions, that is, I pay money, rather than rowing it with a shovel .. Although I do not have such large incomes.
I am writing for myself. I'm a graphomaniac. I write what I like, not what the crowd likes. I love to distort words and jump on pronouns. I know that I have a circle of my readers who like my stories. The rest does not interest me.
Somehow nothing else.)))
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Wow Finally, I visited you)
Well, what to say - I am glad that I returned to my former manner. Frankly, ladies, with whom you recently became fascinated, they frightened me)))) I understand that it was a search for new forms. This in itself is commendable. However, a soft, kind Rosochka, so shy and hot is closer to me. I am very glad that the hero has found her.
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Thank you, my Queen! The truth is really unknown who got whom. Even the hero realized who was seduced by whom)))
They do not go on a date with a sexy outfit, stockings and shoes in her purse))))
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Very poetic, enthusiastic, the author is simply a poet of passion. Fine! I put 9
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Thanks, Alex! I have not been called a poet of passion yet. Nice, of course!))))
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Once again convinced that the world has gone mad! Self-destruction in our blood fucking. Innovations gush enchanting foolishness. It seems the goal is wonderful - to sort out the bad grades ... But Öpta ... The incarnation is Delitan. Soon the constant authors will vzvot themselves - they will not have time to read in a mess of good ratings. The reader simply does not want to have time to reach a really great text in the dope of great points. Imagine, I opened a website on my computer and I want to join the high) but the first five devyatochny stories turn out to be a complete shit, for which the story used to fall into the basket. I no longer read the sixth story, although he really pulls on the true eight. I close the site, swearing at the assholes who cheat dozens.
Well, why do smart people create a concept and give up on their laurels a great idea to incompetent managers who come from other conditionally successful types of projects?
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Beautifully set out Smol)))
That's why I am against impersonal ratings. I plead for their ban. If I had the opportunity to turn them off, I would simply turn them off, and the reader would be guided by kament. All these points mean nothing.
In the same way as in contests and games. But kament is power!
Therefore, do not look at the assessments, but immediately jump into the kamentas and already judge by them whether to read the story or not.
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By the way, I apologize for the mistakes, for I do not correct them as I write, although I see some alarm that the bitch signals to me with a red underscore smart technique) well, sorry Yurik, Russian is not my native language;) emotions are important to me
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