The woman at the wheel:))

THE BOOK OF SEXUAL REVELATIONS

(Alexey Vinogradov, the journalist, conducted ten years a marriage heading in the newspaper)

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It began, as the ordinary country novel. It was dug on the personal plot, and I on the. Hardly other young woman on my place would not admire high and smiling the neighbour which on the blaze of the sun was all day long dug in beds or something knocked on porozhke a shed. His wife, as well as my husband, happened in country village only on days off, and we with the neighbour showed in the evenings each other a beautiful life and deadly boredom. Little by little, and we have got to talking: the first tea drank on boundary mezhe, and for other evening a samovar put in my arbour. But our happiness was stirred by not numerous local residents who constantly lived in this village and consequently on what light cursed us, summer residents, and could tell tales without ceremony to our spouses.

We were gained by the first wood wild strawberry. Well, who does not spend to wood the young neigbour, as not kind the neighbour... We kissed and fed each other with wild strawberry. But even during the most intimate moment it seemed to me, that my husband or his wife spies upon me. Happened, that my hand itself tried to cover once again any corner of a body from invisible eyes. Now I can guess, who spied upon us and in our first time.

For two hours I have collected the naked back all wood prickles in radius of twenty square metres. Yes unless it is possible to find such bed in a city? And at night we have decided to continue this employment on my country ottoman.

But hardly we with it have retired to a country house as at a gate something has tinkled and has grumbled. She is his wife as if heart has felt change of the "blagonevernogo". He hardly has had time to come off me, on all fours to overcome some beds and, indifferently, to leave the toilet towards to the searched spouse... I beat the whole hour tea cups for a rage both cried. Also was from what: the wife has returned to the husband on a summer residence and, judging by their conversation, for a long time - on all sudden four-week next holiday. That its gadfly zaeli!

In two days I have "casually met the lover on our strawberry place. It was very passionate.

But this hot summer midday me suddenly as if in ice have thrown... I have caught on myself another's sight. I thought only of his wife... I have slowly cut eyes and have seen in ten metres from us a huge bear. He attentively looked at "the dinner", that is on me and my lover. My darling too has felt, that I became similar to the frozen lamppost, have stood at attention and somehow zakolela. The neighbour has suspended the sexual fluctuations and has looked to me in eyes. And the bear has made at this time still pair of steps in our party. I suddenly (for fear so happens) have found during this deadly moment the true decision is unique and has loudly ordered to the lover:

- Tear up me!

On my moral representations so the fallen woman could tell only, but after all this minute I really laid and waited for death... My darling has understood me correctly, he did not see a bear, therefore has continued man's kolyhanija with the doubled force. Its love weapon has strained till such huge sizes, that even it seemed to me, that on me the lover, and a bear lays any more. I from unexpectedness have terminated some times that with me earlier never happened. The darling too has received the, and has selflessly calmed down on me... And the bear paralysed by a sexual show there and then has regained consciousness and has made one more step to our party.

- Yes love me!!! - I have moaned to the lover.

We then were rescued by man's courage of my neighbour. It without rest has entered again into me... And I, thinking of a near death, have terminated some more time... All this time the bear looked at us. From its open mouth a wide stream the viscous saliva flew... I dreamt of that on its place the neighbour's wife with the greatest axe on light is better would sit. And then at us would be though any chance of rescue.

The neighbour again with victorious groan has fallen without forces to me and has again calmed down... The Bear has made one more step to our party.

- The kiss me, - was uttered indistinctly by me, not hoping any more sex to stop coming nearer bear. And forces on employment by love at us any more was not. I was going to die, and from all last forces have kissed on the mouth the happy neighbour who and has not had time to look back, and knew nothing about danger.

And we kissed many time... And then I was released from his lips and is doomed have told:

- Well, now eat me, - and has opened eyes.

- I cannot any more, - my favourite has answered me.

- Well, then look, - I have turned his head and have shown on a bear leaving from us. It left somehow sideways, turning around through each five-six steps. In its bear life, probably, never was such sex. And in my life too.

And in nine months I have given birth to the son and named it Mishej.

Alexey VINOGRADOV.

BEGINNING LESBIANS

... Once we have sworn with the gentlemen and have decided to become lesbians. We represented technics of such love - looked on video.

Have begun with kisses. I of the first have kissed on the mouth the best girlfriend, thinking, that now obomru from unprecedented passion. But the kiss has turned out without the desire, any very dry as though a cat on a nose has kissed. The girlfriend has then tried - too it was not pleasant to it. But we about it admitted the friend the friend already next day when shared impressions. And that evening we continued to kiss. To me it became very boring, I have grown bolder, and have pulled down from the girlfriend a jacket and bjustik. It is easy to present, that it was necessary to me liznut language an edge of its breast. The girlfriend from it has wildly laughed loudly - from a tickling, not from passion. Also began to run from me. It was pleasant to me, I have started it to catch up and force, that is language and a teeth to finger chest to a pimple. Squeal went such, and we have become impudent. Have undressed on a belt, have sat down on a sofa and began to argue, who becomes the active lesbian, well, understand.

The girlfriend has told lies to me, that at it critical days, that passive it cannot, and active too cannot - the tooth is ill it. My brother from work here has come and speaks because of the closed door: "you that shout as the lesbian?" We have thought, that it spied in a chink or overheard. Were frightened. It after all has shouted at us not those words, that we have written, and abusive.

When at us in a room has darkened, I have again grown bolder and have stroked the girlfriend on knees and a hip. She has responded to my caress and speaks: "You to me are better on heels a nail scratch". I have scratched to it a heel, then it has scratched to me a heel. It is good to be lesbians!

At us that evening left nothing. Next day we have talked and have understood, that we not lesbians, and girlfriends. And, likely, it is better to scratch heels to the favourite husband, than the best girlfriend.

Alexey VINOGRADOV.

THE TYRANT

... In love I the predator also has got used to take women force, but it turns out beautifully, and they do not take offence. Evening begins that I, having hidden, sit at the served table, I drink and I eat with the new fine lady. We have conversation on poetry if the lady in it understands and if to it without a difference we speak about what fine women lived in Ancient Egypt and as it is devilishly similar to them. As soon as my beloved starts to understand, that has run this evening into a driveller or the intellectual-silly person, that today will not kiss and stick, that I am sexually safe, during this moment there comes my hour of triumph.

I under a specious excuse rise because of a table and I pace the room. She any more does not expect, that I as any decent man, having approached behind, I will kiss on a neck or will put hands on shoulders, or I will seize by a hip. The woman absolutely (at my method) loses vigilance, does not wait for anything such, and enjoys wine and salad.

In an opportunity I turn to a lion. Two hands I break off on the woman a dress, leaving its absolutely naked on a belt. I drop on a floor, I wear out a dress and the rest from below and I enter into it, as the present dirty male. From the moment of cloudless conversation before such "rape" passes seconds 5-7. You would know, that for a charm to have sex from nothing the understanding woman at whom the full mouth is filled by salad or a cake. In most cases they and fade minutes on fifteen with a filled mouth.

Happens, the strong woman who has time to swallow salad will get, to give to me on the person, to tear on me a shirt and to scratch to me a breast. Such I prefer even more. Noise, din, fight and sex which reconciles all and finishes business. Does not manage and without female tears but what to do: in love I a predator. Once one has handed in on me the statement in militia about rape. But I in the report of my interrogation have specified in my rough passion to it and individuality of sexual courting. It has familiarised with my justification, has taken away the statement, having referred that has not understood from drunk eyes the good person. I had to marry and live on it in marriage five years, but about it it was possible and not to write - to whom it is interesting?

I wish to write to you about the most unusual love affair. I sit once at myself at a round table with very thin woman, which stones hardly thicker than the chicken. We talk about poetry, it leans on romanticism Zhukovsky, and I - on crab salad. Something seemed to me, that it is necessary to warn her about my unusual sex in advance. I say to it, that the supporter of strong sex. It, coiling the chicken stones, proveshchala: " As it is interesting, ha-ha, ho-ho ". All right, I have solved, I come from a back and sharp movement I tear in half to it a blouse, simultaneously strongly injuring a palm either about edges ' or about a metal skeleton of a"bulletproof"bra. It is pulled out and starts to run from me round a table - and such evasive. Here I understand, that to me it not to catch, and I begin negotiations. The young woman in the answer, that it does not trust me, I have torn to it expensive blouse, and a skirt it to me will not allow to spoil (I have forgotten to tell, that torn I it compensate all doubly, and a condom I dress in advance).

I have not caught up with it and have suggested to take seat for a table. Have sat down, have recovered the breath, she has understood, that its breast is bared, and has crafty covered with its two saucers. I have counted it for love game, and we have again run.

She, finally, has won. Has broken off on me all that is possible, has broken off during sex all bed-clothes. And has then apologised: "Forgive, I - a wild cat and hishchnitsa in bed, it would be necessary to warn in advance you". Here we also have laughed the friend over the friend. Since then has passed four years.

I have started to get acquainted with women exclusively in search of marriage. After all anybody will not marry today for a predator to whom besides, as well as everything, detain the salary.

Alexey VINOGRADOV.

WORKING CLASS KAMA SUTRA

... I from the beloved compose for a long time the Kama Sutra for working class. Employment by sex with favourite which in a night shift works behind a lathe, raises me more than sex under hot palm trees. My movements are rhythmical and strong, and it thin trostinochkoj bends in front of working machine tool. Its passionate groans are muffled by motor noise. My hands get under its special clothes, and I leave oil prints of the fingers on this virgin breast.

To what not to compare oral sex behind a boring machine. I hardly find forces to clamp in a cartridge a new drill, and it silently is kneeling at this time to working class. The hottest minute I throw the left unfinished preparation and strong hands I compress it in the proletarian embraces.

In general, we already couple of years, as the husband and the wife. And we work in one shop. But the house of forces on sex any more does not suffice, here and it is necessary to find directly on a workplace time for love instead of a smoking break.

I will fairly tell, we in a brigade such not one. And I am not inclined to spy, but when our master once again accepts the practical task at the new probationer from sponsored school, it is necessary to admire its skill. To it for already far for forty years, and to it hardly 18-20 years. I all wish to write off the text, with which help it even virgins ubaltyvaet in the first evening change. And would see you this sex: from any position and near any machine tool. I such in abrupt pornoinsurgents did not see, and, and, it outwardly looks aesthetically, beautifully even. As the present worker covered with an easy grey hair squeezes out such sounds which muffle noise of the working bridge crane of absolutely green and fragile probationer. After all at us even state of emergency was. One our crane operator so zagljadelsja on such scene that has dropped out of a cabin and flied the whole ladder flight - four edges, a clavicle and a foot, but it about what does not regret. It in our department of safety precautions after hospital have forced to write explanatory on this trauma so inzhenersha on TB in the beginning itself died over this text, and then its x-copies became the best seller of our factory. I will risk to quote only small part of this text, not touching, so to say, the author's original: "... I conducted the crane on cargo, but have seen the master, which so... (Touched) stsepovshchitsu, that she asked about the help.... And when I have fallen from the crane, she shouted on me much more silently, not climbing down thus from the master. I even ten waited minutes from them for the help, seeing thus all up to the end. Not looking at a pain, in them orgazme I too, basically, participated. The best anaesthesia at traumas simply does not happen...".

It once again proves variety and Russian originality of the working sex in which studying experts should be engaged.

Alexey VINOGRADOV.

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