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Erotic etude 20

- The ideal lover does not happen, - he said.
- And how are you? - She said with that smile that he always in the lower chakras began seismic concerns.
- I - not the ideal lover. Because you're with me bad ...
- I'm with you well.
- You're lying ...
- Good. Lying. Then I say so. I'm bad with other ...
- On bezrybe ...
- Well, what are you talking about! Would I go out with you for so long ...
Indeed, he thought, would not. He put his hand on the waist of the red beast, for the thousandth time wondering where it came from this - with the eyes and body Piero circus acrobats. Strange, like a witch, she is also surrounded himself with all sorts of creatures - snakes, rats ... musicians, poets ... flexible as your own mood, it was all of the whims. Sometimes he hated her for it, but more often than plants with a half-turn to see a familiar face ...
He continued the theme:
- Just a long beach, and no fish and no, here you go, in the buff, with a crab on a leash ...
- Well, something you do not fasten the leash ...
- That's exactly - he grinned smugly. It occurred at the same time completely different.
- But we already have and the past ... Small such toy past ... Maybe it is - the leash, which some people lead others?
- I think, yes...
Past ... A piece of winter - with sticking out of the snow with rusty armature lanterns ... The first acquaintance ... Hang, bars ... caricature fight with a rival on the ice, when both fell before they could wipe the Night ... - one after another - first ordinary duty, and then strange, with a tear ... that her eternal cold, insulting politeness wax doll, allowing to do with it anything you want ... and the Tantrums carefree gaiety, twine Peak spring as climbers in conjunction ... Cold icy Moscow ... Peter ... the empty compartment, and this weird conversation about madness, about the disease, about wrong ... Yes. What - no, as they have the past. And his leash taut as a string ... Whether one seeks too forward or second barely put one foot ... And someone who is? Maybe someone has a third, invisible, leads both, pitting as the Yukon huskies ...
- And yet, the ideal lover does not happen ...
- Yes ... - she reached for a cigarette, took a good sip of wine and looking away, uttered: - I know of no more ...
Jealousy burned him groin. His Vanka put his head out from under the sheets as sex - because the restaurant stands at the sound of vomit.
- And who is it? - He asked woodenly anecdotes from her husband.
- I'll go, make some coffee, - she said, stretching. She stood up and smiled at him.
- And still? - He asked her red, fluffy groin ...
- Still, I do coffee. Tired of drinking wine ... You're so funny on top, to hid something ... - all this has been said a strange, unrecognizable voice. A drop of sweat rolled down her stomach, hung on the hair Christmas decorations.
- I - tea, - he said, and turned to the wall.
- All the same, do not you drink it, until the wine is not over ... Okay, I'll do ... You know him. And I would never be jealous, honest!
- Yeah. Found too jealous ... Okay, do not tea ... Get down, tell me ... - He was overwhelmed with jealousy. Ill heart, Ivan Ivanovitch stood like a flagpole for the white cloth surrender ...
She obediently lay down.
- I can call him ... - she said casually.
- What?! - He forced a smile, and with only the palm glaring in her claws know what it is worth ... - Did he just hides in the closet ..?
- No. In the next room.
- Damn ... - He shivered as the cold. Self-sinking like the Titanic, with the included window and empty bottles rolling on the floor ... - Well, call me, that is ...
- Good. Graph!
From a small room heard the sound of cavalry, and a room with a joyous burst chugging Graf, scaring from under the feet of a small boa and forcing the rat to walk the wheel for a square cell.
The count was handsome. It is not known where he wore in previous incarnations, but it is safe to say one thing - below the rank of captain, he did not fall, and nowhere else, except the cavalry, not served. It was a huge brindle dog, good-natured people and merciless to all other creatures.
He stared at the Count, and heard in the brain snapped stiffly blown fuse. Earl, meanwhile, was busily sniffed guest and going to the hostess, folded his epic head on her thigh.
- And where is the perfect lover? - He asked, trying to connect in the brain charred wires.
- Here it is - just said it. - My Graf.
- Here is how? - He took a sip of wine, lit a cigarette. - And how he copes with you?
- Different ... - she laughed nervously - but usually well ...
- And how you going? - He said, and suddenly felt that was leaking in the most unexpected place. The body does not cope with the excitement Nakata.
- Show?
- Show ... those ... Show ...
She extinguished her cigarette and staring into his eyes, called out:
- Graph! Come to mama!
Spotted monster glanced at the guest hussar eyes and apparently decided that he - not a hindrance, fell on all four legs. She spread her divine, antique, marble - and the dog clung to her second mouth, lapping of them noisy as from a bowl. His huge head held almost all of the free space between her knees, powerful torso back up, like a mountain range. The tail, naturally, wagged from side to side, and he found the strength to smile at this.
She took his hand and whispered, twisting his lips: - Up to you that no one has ever seen. You're the first. Because I love you ... Come to me ... Kiss me ...
He clung to her lips, pursued by these exorbitant sucking sound, and for the first time felt like she knows how to respond to the kiss as her body, which seemed to him a perfect statue, suddenly came to life and reached for him. Count jealous grunted, but did not interrupt their studies.
She moaned, kissing. It is the second time in a row erupting from the lust itself, I felt the approach of the next wave ... and graphite tail like a rabid vane, showing a complete mess in the atmosphere ...
Then, after a hundred centuries, she got on all fours and groaning glared at him a poor tool, causing it to erupt again and again ... Count, obeying the usual routine, perched on her back, he could hear his heavy breathing and inhumanly fast claps of flesh flesh...
She did not even have moaned and growled, and then giving free rein to the teeth and looking into his eyes completely insane ... its all in her face ...
Okay. Everything has a limit...
Let's talk about the eternal ... These engravings of banned books ... his head spun all one of them - an ancient, well-behaved girl from exerting increased attentions good stallion ... Oh, lust .. You were born long before the homo sapiens, but only his imagination gave you this universal scope ...
"Nature has created man ... in order to know itself ..." Been there, done know ... It would not be so ...
Nature has created man to fuck itself ...
***
Later, displaying a graph on a walk, he smiled his power over him and did not feel any, that is absolutely no jealousy. As it promised.
She's in her unconscious dream saw some stains ... Restorer to find such on the rock, would give them the form of a bull.
A bull, finding those spots would just passed ...
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