CARL U CLARA

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"Carl Clara bowed to the amoral,
anal, plow and cumshot in clarinet! "
(From the Internet of the accordion)
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If we take, for the axiom that brevity is the sister of talent, then the author Barsikof is an unconditional literary genius. Theoretically, you can probably write shorter, but apparently it will no longer be a short story genre, but an epigram ...

After reading the introduction, before the words “... This is how the epic with Karl began ...”, searched for a long time for the continuation arrow, then realized that this was all that we wanted to tell Dear author and laughed for a long time. And if we take into account that all this was announced as an erotic epic, then I will assume that 28 episodes of one and a half paragraphs each are waiting for us about this fascinating novel, unfailing married whore with a foreign citizen.

But in fairness it should be recognized that the author masterly spelled out the emotions of a peasant who fit into this fornication and personally brought his own spouse on a love date, and he worries like a girl before the first sex, like, having already stripped, saying that I'm not so stupid already ...

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- You sure are sure. - she asked.
I'm silent. And at the thought itself halo. “Am I convinced? Yes, dick know! ”This experience is for us new. Yes, we have already had meetings in various forms and walkings on the left. In both. But here it is! In fact, I myself brought it to meet. Himself podbrivat her peehchku. He was not an antiplayer! And here is a thermography ...
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Another question is that the first story in this series also consists of two paragraphs and describes the morning of the next day. Although no, it is early summer here, and late autumn in the first story.That is, I assume that a brief, intimate and detailed description of the emotions of an adult uncle, who every evening, for six months, routinely and regularly with trepidation of a high school student on the first date, brings his spouse to her lover waits for us, waits until dawn, while she fucks . Then she takes her home, listening to a brief report on the “Work” done in someone else’s bed, after which she looks out the window thoughtfully and long. He utters the sacred phrase “- Well, you and bl @ d”, drinks half a bottle of cognac, goes to bed, and the next evening everything repeats itself again ...))) DAY OF A MILK IN REAL LIFE !!!

However, the touchingness of the Barsikofsky Exercises lies precisely in the fact that he knows how to describe and experience each of his almost daily adulterations of his own spouse, as the first, only, and last, and the next day he again touches like a child, that his spouse is again someone temperamental tr @ sly on the sly from him. A kind of motto of a seasoned alcoholic, after another drinking party: “... - I don’t remember, it means it wasn’t ...”

I believe that the spouse has long forgotten that she is married, and the main character himself, for her is something like a free application to the trash can, which must sometimes be taken out, and something between a taxi driver and a girlfriend with whom you can gossip about successful to the side.

Well, in any case, this impression is created after reading the sketches about this strong married couple who are already good for soroet, who are already twenty years old, and who have two children.

However, over the past twenty years, there is a clear progress in the composure of the main character, If for the first time when his wife slept with her lover, he ran like twenty miles through the woods. Some years later, he sits quietly in the car and sniffs his pussy, wet with lust for masturbation with another lover, with the excitement of a substance abuser.

What can you do, age ...)))

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All the same, a bit short. It seems that the topic has been revealed, but ...

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CROSS AND TRUSS

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A priest comes to a brothel,
takes off his robe and panties, remains in the same cross.
The prostitute tells him:
“Father, you either take off the cross, or put on your underpants. "

joke
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I do not want to engage in amicocation and get personal, but you are a strange Barsikoff. You behave like a small child who was not stroked on the head and he immediately puffed up his lips and puffed like a locomotive. You remind the character of his own narrative, whose tides of philanthropy and sexual tolerance are replaced by such bouts of acute jealousy that Shakespeare with his moor Othello smokes nervously on the sidelines.

In my review, I have not written anything so that you need to faint or fall into ambition. Everything that I have written is not the ultimate truth, but just my personal opinion about the events or fantasies that you describe, as you please. In the end, I do not tell you what and how to write in my stories. So, suddenly, and you will find the strength to not hysteria about my thoughts about yours, I will note, not even creativity, but a particular plot.

In other words, if you are so reverent about your diary records that you are mortally afraid that outsiders will touch your fond memories with your dirty hands, then why, you ask, are published in general and on the porn resource in particular ...?

I don’t wait for an answer, it was a rhetorical question, but as a girl in the bed - the record of which even the work on an erotic strip show was lying around, I’ll say so, it’s psychologically difficult to undress in public, but she’s not childish. And if you, as an actress, you want people to be excited at the sight of your nudity, and not frown, then move more plastic and erotic, often visit a tanning salon, gym and rehearsals, well, do not let the external forms of dirt.

Simply put, cellulite torsos from the paintings of the medieval Flemish painter Peter Paul Rubens also have their admirers, but average men like young girls with long legs, athletic figure, satin skin and elastic breasts ...)))

And going back to your creativity and permanent tantrums about the comments, I dare say that firstly, I comment very rarely and only those stories that have tackled me, and secondly, there is such a function on the site how to turn off comments. Use this option and you do not have to read someone else's opinion about your stories. However, be prepared for the fact that your creativity, speaking figuratively, from a live demonstration of models of clothes on the catwalk will turn into a mannequin in a shop window, which you can look at, but touch and see in dynamics is impossible.

Well, as my Respect personally to you, and as a compliment to your work, I suggest incorporating fantasy and looking at the problem under discussion from a different perspective. Imagine that I am a writer who publishes his erotic stories on the site, and you are my reader, who comments on the work ...

Or not, it's trite ...

Imagine that the site is a nightclub, and you are a young but adult girl who looked into this grassy establishment, either from boredom, or to demonstrate her delicate mental organization, wriggling on the dance floor on high heels in a mini-skirt and tight t-shirt.

And I, in turn, will try on a social role, if not brutal, then quite an adult and sane uncle who treated you to a cocktail, listened to your life complaints, and then brought me to my house and fucked all the holes on your body .. .)))

So Dear Author, your moaning, that after various evil comments, you no longer take hold of the pen, remind the morning complaints of the girl to her friend. Like, count this goat brought me to his home, section and tr @ xnul ...))) And the girlfriend, in turn, listens to her and wonders, like, if this touchy didn’t want to chock off, then why was she dragged to the nightclub heels and in this outfit? Why did you burn on the dance floor, allowed yourself first to entertain cocktails and shrimps, and then allowed the stranger to close your account? Why did you agree to go to his house at night? Why did you ask me to stop at a night shop and buy a pack of prezics? Why, when they came to him, without a word I sucked, undressed and went to the bathroom, and then half the night I stood in his bed with cancer, squealing teasingly and moaning when he was staring at you in different holes.

I do not want to seem annoying, but the author who publishes stories on the site involuntarily finds himself in the position of a student who came to a nightclub. She, of course, is ready that they will have her, and actually came for it, but she expects that it will be a brutal macho in a posh car with gallant courtship and manners of the prince of blood.

A rare girl, did not grow up from childhood on the tale of Charles Perrot about Cinderella, and the dreams of a beautiful prince are extremely difficult to drive out of the girl's mind. But, as it is sung in that song, where Meladze is ... Princes are few and not enough for all ...

As a result, the girl is trying to fuck everything, starting from the face control at the entrance, which scans you with a stripping look and long passes the passport to the hacks that thump in the man’s apartment, who took you off at the club, and the PPP outfit when you escaped from these hachy, what the mother gave birth to.

And the paradox is that after two weeks the girl completely forgets her negative sexual experience and again drags herself to the same club, hoping for a miracle ...))) You can certainly say that she is a fool, but something tells me that she just misses her work at the office without incident, and she also likes it when she & her ...

You can consider me a bastard, Barsikoff, but I do not believe in what you have tied up with writings. I bet that in a couple of weeks you will wipe your pink snot, publish another opus and with a sinking heart, like a girl who has already been given cancer but not fucked up, you will expect our comments ...)))

From a group of readers and commentators, signed by Anfisa T.

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