you can humiliate like this, fuck on your fun and throw in bed, and if I whine, then give ice cream.

His penis was no longer that thin sausage, like a couple of days ago, he was hard, surprisingly thick and long, did not believe when she sat down on him. The feeling was that I was sitting down a torture stake that pierced my body, squeezed my lips to scream in despair, but I kept silent and even smiled at this young male, I am above all this and if so, then so be it. And after that I raised my ass myself, my dick slipped a little, growled in my groin, started to ache, I purred like a cat, squeezed my fingers, running claws into his body and sank down on him.

Slowly, slowly, I picked up the pace, did not let him move, if he started to move around the householder, I clenched my claws, and he froze, afraid of the worst, and I continued my slow dance of the female, the dance of the priestess of love, in which I could do everything what I wanted now, and I wanted a lot.

Probably, this is the way orgy occurs when the head is spinning, the body is covered with sweat, the hair sticks to the forehead, and your body no longer obeys anything, just some kind of drum sounds, it sounds inside and breaks out in the form of a moan, lowing and screaming. My chest jumped up and down, but I didn’t let her touch, I felt freedom, unlimited freedom in everything, it seemed that I would take a little more. I jumped up, got up on my knees, he fell out, something flowed between my legs, but I was not ready yet, caught my breath a little, grabbed a stake and again fell on it. He pierced, screamed, for a moment reality came back, but then she fell into some kind of blue mist from which it was impossible to find a way out that pulled you to the bottom, fettered my body, stuck to me and drowned me in a stinky slush. Everything floated, transformed, changed on the move. My body was turned inside out, it became sick, but it turned out to be just the beginning.

How and when it ended I don’t know, I don’t remember anything, I was in no time, neither here nor now. Cold floor. “How long have I been lying?” What a stupid thought had come somewhere inside me. She opened her eyes. My body looked like a jellyfish, which was lying helpless on the sand, breathing calmly, only my heart was still pounding and everything was aching between my legs, as if I had been torn to the floor. I listened. Silence. Raised her head and looked around with fear. No one. I was alone in the room, but why do I need someone now, I am a rag, a nonentity, you can wipe your feet about me and throw.

- Damn you! - I whispered to someone and again put her head on the floor.

I woke up, or rather I already woke up when it was getting light, heard the birds singing, lay in the same position as before, everything was numb, my arms and shoulders ached, my head snapped and my fingers trembled a little. Carefully, trying not to break the body, I got up, walked over to the mirror, thought to see a kikimoru, but no, it showed me, a beautiful, pretty girl and eyes, yes I was surprised by the eyes, thought they would be angry or in extreme cases tired, but I looked cheerful, bright eyes. “Is it really me?” She thought about it and ran her hand in front of the mirror, as if trying to make sure it didn’t seem that my hand was reflected in the mirror. “Wow!” Turned sideways, flat, retracted tummy, I had to sweat pretty badly after giving birth to return to their former form, but it was beautiful, but also breasts, nose and cheeks, “and indeed I am beautiful”, With these words, I giggled and went into the bathroom.

I forgot what happened yesterday, it doesn't matter anymore, it was yesterday, and today my new life begins. I got up for breakfast, woke up Varya, she wakes up early, twists her head and looks at the ceiling or when I sleep, but I have not slept. Fed her, folded things, rammed them tightly into the stroller. The house was still the same silence. Docha took her beloved hedgehog, so purple, with glasses, I washed it ten times already, she likes it, calls him E. Quickly wrote a note, rolled the carriage into the staircase and closed the door behind us.

New day. New opportunities. New plans. New target. And be sure to new love.With a smile we went down the broken stairs, rolled out into the street, people were already going to work. Varya ran ahead, showing the way, and I followed her, slowly we went to our new home.

Elena Strizh © (2016)