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Автор: Andrey Ganesha
Издательство: Издательские решения
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Жанр произведения: Современная русская литература
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9785449003201
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lovers without me. It’s not that it was a betrayal, it’s just that none of us wanted to be tied by any additional responsibilities, we both wanted to just enjoy life.

      Since the book is devoted to BDSM relations, I would like to tell a bit about this aspect of our relations. In its purest form, I am neither a sadist nor a dominant, I like to give people freedom in life, in sex, relationships and attachments. Therefore, although we did use a whip, handcuffs and other goods from the sex shop in our intimate relationship with Vika, it was rather for sexual fun, not as an expression of master-slave relationship. Sometimes I would make made Vika grunt during sex, sometimes we experimented with asphyxiation or with blindfolding, often I would slap her with my hand on the ass, which she especially liked, and she didn’t learn all of this from me, very far from it. It’s just that Vika loved hard sex and masculine attention. She probably wasn’t a masochist, and I did not aspire to make her into one. One day, something happened to us that made me think again that after all, a woman’s sincere passion is felt towards those who torment her.

      One day, Vika’s mother came from Baku, and Vika decided to introduce me. By coincidence, the meeting took place in the same cafe as our first meeting with Vika. Vika came slightly drunk to our meeting with her mother, accompanied by a friend called Natasha. Natasha’s surname was pretty notorious – Svoboda (Russian for “freedom”). Just like Vika, Natasha was under the slight influence. In order to avoid becoming bored communicating with drunken girls, I bought a seven hundred gram bottle of vodka. As there were no snacks to speak of, I quickly reached Vika’s and Natasha’s state of drunkenness, and communication began to flow easily and not without a share of romance between me and Natasha. There was a spark between our eyes, and for me, it was a fresh, invigorating experience. Vicka is eighteen years younger than me, and we grew up in different cultural environments and even in different countries. Although I did love Vika, we did not communicate well, and I was afraid to stress Vika with complicated conversations, so we were slowly degrading in each other’s company. It’s hard not to when you only seek pleasures in life. Natasha, on the other hand, was five years older than me, and we both were representatives of the last Soviet generation, who grew up and formed during the Soviet era. It seemed to me that Natasha and I somehow understood each other at once. She used to live in Smolensk and I, too, spent a part of my childhood there, and my father still lives there.

      We had something to remember and talk about with Natasha. In many ways, this excessive talk and the feeling that you are being understood were caused by alcohol. I was so carried away by Natasha that I completely forgot about Vika’s mother, who unexpectedly reacted neutrally to the fact that her daughter had such an old fiancé. Formally, I could be considered a fiancé, because we had already spent about four years together at that point and had already lived together for a year.

      After dinner, I was in high spirits and even wanted to take a walk on the Red Square, but when I saw that Natasha was barely standing on her feet, so Vika and I invited her to our apartment, as she would not reach home alone. I arranged a seasoned, fifty-year-old gipsy cab driver to take us home. On the way, Natasha laughed and demanded that she’d be provided with a man. I offered our taxi driver as a sex partner. Generally, I do not like representatives of cynical professions, such as cops, taxi drivers, prostitutes but the idea of the upcoming erotic show warmed me, and besides, what other way there is to calm down a raging woman, if not sex.

      The taxi driver did not object to join our orgy and was even ready not to charge money for this trip on this occasion. And it can be understood: despite her 47 years, Natasha looked cool, and alcohol gave her some special, exquisite debauchery. Slutty, cheerful, well-groomed and beautiful blonde – I’m sure that the bull-taxi driver has not experienced this combination before. Initially, Natasha accepted the idea of having sex with an unknown taxi driver with restrained enthusiasm, but in the end, the latter was rejected.

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