I was inspired by this reader and author of poems, let's call him Not He.

Drink less need

This story began under a densely growing bush in the forest near Moscow. Somehow the company was assembled by people who were not quite mature in their minds, but already mature enough men. They decided to spend the day without girls, so purely male company vodka, kebab, mushrooms, green grass, oxygen is pure.

Forty minutes stomped through the forest in order to know the whole essence of forest seclusion. In the clearing, a bonfire was organized, a pot was hung up, a bottle was taken out and, under the grumble of salted cucumbers, there were toasts for the meeting. And you are hopping on an empty stomach, as you know, much faster.

And, of course, after a drunk visit to the forest beauties, in order to get acquainted with the local flora and fauna. Vasily Kovan, and just Vaska Kon, behind his eyes, decided to familiarize himself with a bush that was densely growing a dozen steps away from a forest clearing, where their merry company was already trying to figure out the eternal question “Do you respect me?”.

The evening was noisy, all the guys enjoyed each other's company, household chores took more and more time now in their adult life. And they met together less and less. And the reason was to meet, Vasily turned thirty. The guys, after consulting, decided not to reserve a table in a restaurant, but went to nature. A party in the restaurant would flow smoothly into a strip bar, and then into the sauna, and then it would be unknown where the legs would have suffered a violent company. And then the forest, beauty, the birds are singing, but how in such a place can you find an adventure on your ass?

In life, Vasily was a lucky boyfriend, friends were amazed at how cleverly he manipulated in the women's society, and his friends did not understand, “that a kind word and a cat is nice.” And that the wild kitten will turn into a manual kitten and will become a sunny warm bunny, should he just smile and say a kind word. His former passions continued to sigh and regret his departure. But none, and could not ohmur him and thirty-year-old handsome Basil, like ten years ago, covered with the heat of young "fillies". But he received the crypt in his childhood because of his nonetheless surname. His friend wanted to hurt him, but at that moment the enemy Stasik, he called him a horse then. But Stasik was also lucky, the boy at school liked it, he had glue and snuffed chalk, hence the smell of crying appeared, no, he did not become a drug addict, but children's preferences affected his choice of profession, he became a painter.

The forest company, consisting of eight people, was childhood friends, we studied in the same class, played in the same yard, each was interesting in itself, but still our hero Vasily today, will be discussed about him. You have heard that you don’t have to fall for those who disappear in one place and appear in another, I think you’ve heard for sure. Entering the anomalous zone, these people disappeared, and that's what happened to one of the popadans.
Vasily, after drinking beer and sticking vodka, needed to retire, not with a firm gait, he went to the nearest tree, having given the necessary moisture to the roots, he heard a whisper.

- Vasily, I am also dry, and I have fields and I was heard around.

So moving from tree to tree, not quite sober Vaska got lost. Blinking in pitch darkness, our hero climbed under a spreading bush and fell asleep.
The warm sunlight tickled his face, insistently peering under the eyelids. With a terrible headache and a dry mouth, Basil still tried to open his eyes and sit down. But if he somehow opened his eyes, the branches of the bush did not allow him to take an upright position.

Basil crawled out from under a bush, sowing on bare ground slowly began to look from tree to tree. Nothing unusual, but somehow it was quiet in this forest. Sweeping his nose, he felt smoke. It must have been smoke from their fire.Getting up and shaking off his tracksuit, Vasily, like a hound dog, took a trail and, with a confident gait, headed towards the fire.

But Kovana, was waiting for a surprise. Instead of a campfire, he found a house in the woods, despite the fact that it was warm, smoke came from the chimney. And divinely smelled like pancakes, he swallowed a lump in his throat, despite the eerie dry nut, Vaska suddenly remembered that he hadn’t eaten for a day, a little salted snack did not count. Their company never got to the kebab.

Eat hunting, drinking hunting, do nothing to have to ask for unexpected guests. Forged knocked on the door and a couple of minutes she boiled, releasing a crazy smell and beautiful hostess. The woman was five to ten years older than him. Chestnut hair framed a pretty face. He was immediately captivated by her eyes, gray with suns near the pupil. A short openwork blue tunic barely covered the strategically important zones, and the legs had the same openwork knitted high leggings. Full chest and naughty light brown nipples led him to the idea that he had fallen. The sonorous voice of the maiden brought him out of shock.

- you lost my lord?

- I would have a drink - the guy barely spoke.

- Oh, of course, come on in.

A wonderful vision missed him in the kitchen. The floors were wooden on them were thick rugs, the windows were blue curtains, everywhere there were bunches of grass. On the shelves were various bottles with strange contents.

The abode of the witch of the temptress was the first impression, and as they say, it is rarely wrong. Our hero has found all the same adventure on his ass.

A girl from a clay decanter poured water and, taking a vial from a shelf, dripped into a mug a couple of drops of unknown things. She held out a mug with the words:

- Drink my lord, you feel better.

Vasily did not begin to think about the poisoning of his person, and in one fell swoop he drained the mug, but he could not help himself, he asked:

- Are you a sorceress? - I did not turn my tongue to call her.

The girl turned and smiled.

- No, I herbalist live in the forest with a friend. She collected herbs in the forest, and the berries went.

While Cowan was staring at her elastic ass and licking her dry lips. The girl, not hesitating a short dress, was spinning near the stove. Leaning against the oven, she showed Vasily all her charms. The tunic, reaching up to the top, revealed to the light an elastic big butt, and the flower, framed with curly hairs, opened, glittering with dew, invitingly. It was an instant, but Basil's heart missed the move, and a lump rolled to the throat. There was no underwear on the girl, none at all. Vasily felt a surge, and his weapon came to combat readiness.

The charmer put pancakes with honey on the table, cut the pie with cabbage and mushrooms and poured flavored tea with herbs. Forged gladly bit off a piece of cake, the taste was extraordinary, the cake melted in the mouth. A cup of tea cheered him up and slightly calmed the excited loins.

- Thank you hostess, everything was very tasty. We have not met, my name is Kovan Basil.

- Ney herbalist. What else would Kovan want?

Oh, what he wanted, he already had a wet spot on his pants from desire, it was a very appetizing girl. But he was a guest and did not want to offend the hostess. Neya understood all this perfectly.

“Oh, your pants are dirty, let me clean them for you.”

And what did he have to say to that? Refuse and leave when she herself hints at the continuation of the banquet so to speak.

- Yes, it so happened that today's night I spent in the forest under a bush.
Ney looked at him strangely and asked:

- You were one forged?

- Yes, but my friends are nearby in the meadow, probably, I got lost in the dark. How far is the route?

- What is the track? - asked Ney, not clearly understanding what was going on. - You take off your clothes while you rest, I'll clean it.

The second time the proposal was no longer decently ignored, and he took off his shirt and sports pants, remaining in a t-shirt and boxers. The girl took his things, smiling, hid behind the door.

Vasily was interested to see where he got, what a strange dwelling.On the shelves in a strict order were some, bottles, and jars. Is he ...