Shomer and Shmara True Refugee Stories

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   Immigrant Julius got acquainted local woman in an industrial area where he worked Shomer, and she was a Shmara.
   Julius, in fact, brought from Petersburg his wife and children, but the wife recently something opposed to him and referring to headaches, constantly denied copulation.
   -Well, that's just me, and this was not enough. - Daring wife in response to the call-pats of the rump Julius. She paid attention for her husband only on the paydays.
   Feeling tense and sexual concerns, Julius consulted with friend.
   That one authoritatively stated:
   - To save the life you can go to the "woman who gives." It is not a sin.
   -I do not understand - Julius asked. - For the sake of whose life?
   He was a humanitarian and cast out from the office desk devastating storm of "perestroika", did not immediately grasps the surrounding harsh reality. Also he was affected overall reading of Soviet literature with its high moral characters on buskins.
   Freed by good friend from the sins, Julius looked after girl near factory which he protected.
  On that day, as usual in the imminent twilight Julius drives his "Skoda-Station" to the night shift on the broken road and prostitutes naked as in beach scurried on both sides of way. Every day the same young and young-looking woman tease him each in his own manners to exhibit the highest priority parts of their bodies. And while Julius defile past them they welcomed Julia, as the Roman triumphant. 
   The players have hooks and every prostitute has a special hook: they are literally dying to fuck with you. Julius hesitates to even look up at them. At the last of his life, as a young communist and atheist, he also confessed to the Biblical commandment "Do not willed neighbor's wife!”
   Generally, all of food derived from the dust and without Physiology nothing happens. The Soviet Romantic poet Edward Bagritsky wrote: "From black bread and faithful wife we  infected of chlorosis." Is who, basically, a humble person?  That is humble man who malnourished or who is ill, or... Erection or not erection what is the question.
   Twice in his previous life, being single, Julius sinks to the very first girl or lady - the one which was framed under him. And then he began flour honor and manhood. I dishonored her and if so, to marry should...

But today in the former skromnyake was a sharp turnaround. Nowhere call sex for money was a lot.
Agha - excitedly he reflected. - Ettta ottchchen good! And even that too ... And here is better, and younger. I wonder how much of a session?

But, at the same time, looking at the abundance of itinerant women, Julius felt weak. Each individually it was not so much ogulyat. And so what else, all at once, so this is ... How deep a family man, he always believed that his man's duty is not to enjoy yourself, and bring your partner, that is, a wife, a happy and victorious finish orgasm together . On an equal footing.

His wife, a wiry, like a horse-argamak was frigida, he had always tried to her on it and had no idea that there may be other incendiary women receiving moments of joy and pleasure.

Something prompted him to stop the car next to the "egg capsules" - tolstozadoy dwarf maidens, the stood aloof in a crowd of noisy companions. It caught fire and excessive "wide carriage," sticks out from elegant "bikini", points directly to its local origin. On the sun scorched his cheek glowed orange bruise.

-Hey - Boudreau called her guard Julius. - Hey, Yalda, .. AT medaberet Hebrew?

-Kamuvan! - Instead of short and vernacular "betas" responded high style woman of the street and Julius realize that he is dealing with an interesting specimen.

-Will you come with me?

Saffron "Potbelly" surprise stared at Julia. White gveretti - too. Amazing for them is that before "salt away" nobody took the first, before the change in the industrial area but it was still light! It was taken, if no one else was. She often left without work. And invariably her husband, pimp trying to get it straight in the eye.

Potbelly namazganennuyu leaned into the cool atmosphere of a brand new "Skoda", and said:

No, Haver, we are not in America and the machines we do not work. Set it and come on foot. Over there!

And Potbelly pointed to a corner of a wooden hut-pass, which, to close all, whiled away their passionless sultry nights alone Hashomer.

Ten minutes later, just shut the factory changer electric gates, Julius bullet popped up on the corner. In the thickening gloom of his inflamed physiological interest. The first in the life of another woman - a different nationality. What is it? The guys in the army, for example, talking, saying that Japanese women have a gap of male pleasure - gee, gee - situated across. How can this be, nobody imagined, but talking. But who knows what! In the excited imagination Julia arose exciting picture. Potbelly slowly and sensuously spreads her plump tanned thigh, and he is also slowly and sweetly, without looking into the hole to sharpen your bayonet, and they forget everything, merge together.

At the sight of Shomer Potbelly quickly knelt down underneath them neat oblong pallet, much like a "plane", which he was given something for the offense on the Commandant's "lip" in the Soviet army.

"To pray or something, she was going to a responsible act?" - Flashed Julia. - "On your knees! Wow! What a wonder! I did not expect! ".

-On fanerku not become - strictly warned Potbelly seeing inexperience client - sullying! This is just for me. Anyway, let's hurry! Mishtara poking around here. Zagrebut me and you are not pardoned. Laws you know what. You what, and will mock me.

-What to give?

-Hundred shekels!

-Not a lot?

-Do you want to - back off!

Julius poshelestel. Shoving the bill in sweaty tits, night priestess of love

Sex Worker and eagerly took the side belt holster Praetorian not to interfere, pulled down "zipper" on his uniform pants, grabbed partisan both hands, deftly rolled thick condom and pressed her mouth to the construction of such sarcophagus, making reciprocating head for the next cycle: slow when plunging, accelerate to the set speed, stroke, andante before leaving, return.

Fitting Julia felt nothing ... The owner was shocked that happens to him, struck him over produced violent actions, which he thought were made for the sole purpose somehow and in some obegorit it. He found himself thinking that only the hands and ensures that Priestess and only thinks about his wallet with money and documents in his back pocket but the gun. Importantly, burnished semizaryadnik! Not enough yet to be shamefully pristrelennym of his same issue weapons.

Five minutes later, six of hard work over a promzonovskoy Magdalene Julius felt finally slight worsening of desire and, touched, reached by a woman stroking her hair hard resin, but it sharply repulsed hand. Labor process, apparently, are not strongly held sosalku and she as well as Julius cared only about their safety.

Well, enough is enough - Disappointed, said Julius. - Give my money back.

-What next! I do not blame you were so frozen. Are you Russian, or what? And I saw, not trimmed. They say that you are there such as stone ...

-It does not matter where. I is not got nothing for their money.

Money-I will not give up, forget it - put a point Shmarev. And with undisguised curiosity Julia looked into the eyes: - Do you want me to see you come back later?

Little factory, maintained concerns Julia, was a workshop for casting plastic bags and locked at night tightly-tightly. And there to steal? Unless competitors spoil anything or set alight. And, never fear. Over time, Julius pulled in through the sofa with reclining, prudently adopting it so as not to be seen and not to right across the viewing window. The fridge was stuffed with sausage, butter, cheese and all sorts of things. In the secret drawer under the seat of the sofa cushion kept by Shomer, and booze. There was also a microwave and an electric kettle with a thermal relay. Murmured a portable fan to cool the loins ...

Poshurshat newspaper, Julius already asleep when he announced Shmarev.

-Asleep, Viewtiful? - Do not ask, she slipped under the sheets. - I finished the job. Possible and delay. Well, do you still want to say something?

Her deep-set green eyes with eyelashes looming multi mob cosmetics tracked Julia brilliantly and provocatively. To a secure location whore lornirovalas as sufficiently attractive woman. And it is strange! Returning to the female form, a creature that was just presented Julia sosalkoy quite different: not a prostitute or sosuchkoy not whore profuroy, problyad, propadloy or proshmandovka. He was inclined to give it a milder epithets and define more pardonable: Putana, Armida, La Bayadere, geisha, a priestess of love, Hetero, Messalina, odalisque, krutizanka. And it is quite social: the victim of social temperament of Sex Worker.

Now moll was very different. Impacted interest. Julius with blond curls and his uncut chaild intrigued. Each other they seemed amusing sexual objects. The main thing for Julia was that Shmarev - not a girl, not a woman rozhalaya, from which only expect that the children will be. "Unidentified sex object" - smiled Hashomer.

-We in Russia it did not, on the dry. Drink it! - Authoritative, as befits a representative of the vast country, said Julius.


They both sat on the edge of the gaping sofa; deryabnuli simultaneously Julius from long habit, was reached to kiss, and she slapped him pleadingly misplaced desire, but still they roll forward.

Shmarev suddenly threw up like lightning, invitingly pulled to shomer, clutching his neck, and pressed the tight, elastic chest. In another moment, she ductile lay back, knocking over Julia and relaxed slightly opening before him her full hips.

Julius was furious. He received a welcome and long forgotten: the joy and affection. And both pleasure bestowed his royal Asian. Sniffed the air, the woman smelled pleasant.

-I got it a little ... - figuratively Julius mumbled.

-I know - she whispered reassuringly. - Do not be afraid, bolder! We always have the right to happiness.

Julius looked: he had an unexpected metamorphosis. Yellowness of her thighs to her full lap, gently nebula, thickened towards the deepening and turned into a black mystery before the entrance. The surface was glossy, without fluff and without frightening redness shameful everted lips.

The contrast of white and black party Yulia affected exciting. Rush of blood flow stunned previously unknown telescopically increasing the volume and size of the oud, turning it from a pathetic penis powerful phallus. Julius entered. Her body temperature there was significantly larger than anything he had known before. Phallus rose, increasing the strength and power several times. After dozens of propulsion Julius felt something inside Shmarev rushed toward his invasion, moved in the thirst for more. Julius forgot to think of myself as a small and humble laborer serving conjugal duty. He felt sexually Giants who yearn for that hope and believe that. Oh! At this solemn moment, he felt his victorious elad came into contact with him an invisible part of the uterus and there, inside of a woman, it is something villous and silk kisses right in the head and in the forehead.

-Hell - Cried in selflessly Julius. - This can not be!

And I heard a woman lustfully moaned:

-Come on! Come on! More! More! Why are you waiting?

He pushed the cock and poured the remains of orgasm in her pogruznevshie tits.

2.

Since that day, we go away we go. Every night on the way to replace Julius carefully examined lively structure and ranks of women burning in the sun, looking for including its ugly Shmarev. Familiar whores put out their tongues, but he stopped them and do not be afraid to look away.

Perhaps you will laugh, dear reader, or reader, that I'll describe the events taking place in some "industrial area". Like, there is dirt, debris ... But before you open your mouth to laugh unbelieving, be aware of local conditions and the philosophical underpinnings of the situation historically. Can you imagine the entire country (no more than two or three million people, excluding the numerous kids and the elderly), no one was not working, all bezvylazno sits on state benefits. NIS tyutelka missing - in - tyutelku. Lending accounts. What is not available anywhere else, there are: Jewish poverty and the most aggressive in the world of beggar-Jews. Most live market garbage. No work - no money, no life. And there is no savings for their retirement years.

Revolutionary poet, "all in the works and in the battle," and the once enviously grieve without currency:

"And for what Markita would be love me?

If even I have not any franc!

Franks and do not even have.

And Markita

(just blink her!)

For only hundreds of francs

she will be taken la cabine”.

Speculate junior researcher Julius was a whale. His exceptional gift comparisons and conclusions it came in handy on the part of his short editorial proofreading philosophical stateek for the Great Soviet Encyclopedia. Julia came up to that on the seafront Hayarkon in Tel Aviv, where commit promenazh selfish exploiters of the labor of others, accumulators World Treasures, and resourceful-piligrimmy hypocrites - there, in hygienically clean places to serve the rich expensive prostitutes, maids girls and girls on call masseuse , suffragists, feminists, banschitsy with saunas and krasulki, escort business.

Minimum money as usual for those who Mantulov, graft, bent, pull strap, hegemony, plows, aches and shuruet. These - in mud and dust, rust and scale, in the engine oil - far beyond urban areas, industrial areas, so out of sight, on the waste in the sand dunes and salt marshes.

There's dim lighting, there's muck, there thieves, arsonists and ubivtsy lurk around every corner. There are no pedestrians, there, for personal safety reasons, all darting in cars. But it is here, damned, damned, mednolobyh and slow-witted men, there is any currency. Characteristically, in the Mediterranean, to the hundreds of amazing idioms, synonyms and neoplasms in every language of the world to simply and clearly the word "prostitute" was added to the local soil neologism "zone." With the accent on the "a." At work in the industrial area!

After each successive ethnic relocation in waves, surf for surf appears on sidewalks Mediterranean wet foam female hands, body, legs, and cosmetics. Praschurshi get married, and in their place are new, a national call-up.

Many of them are corporate firm. Pimps transport them to and from work, on motayas area look after the procedure. Opening hours bystroletno as gangster fight in the underground passage, and is limited to half an hour shift change.

In Shmarev, which vtyurilsya Julius, was a pimp husband. If she did not appear for a long time in the crowd sosuchek, Julius started to get nervous. No excuses, but the tears and babbling incoherently, Shmarov, calm:

"Julius, look, you're a man. You're so unnaturally alarmed?

Come on, it is better to identify. My place in the sun to choose a place of the creator, not the prostitute women. My husband - a former member of parliament. I - well-known poet. I write poems for military and prints. When I go somewhere in the garrison soldiers carry me in a chair in her arms. I traveled seventeen countries in the creative mission. I spent the night in separate rooms and lyuksovskih me nothing happened.

But how many will earn on the verses in a small country like ours? That you have millions of readers in Russia. A man kicked out of parliament, the government is changing because of four times a year, he rinses the dishes in the ulama billionaire Eisenberg, you know, in his "House of Asia." When money is not enough to pay mashkanty, husband secretly brings me here. I have too many enemies, dear Julius, who can not wait my fall. My phones are tapped. My skype seen. I have to hide from everyone. It is good that the girls here exclusively Russian, they do not know me.

If I ever let myself invalid flirt with any of the annoying nag men - poets, artists, producers, or a soldier, always around me, I would not instantly become a symbolic "political corpse" in their midst, but a real corpse, because the husband I angry at all, he - a wild animal.

I will not boast, but my innate sexuality learned find channels go straight direction of kundalini directly to the sun ... In an age like ours, and sorcerers, and masters have long learned how to transform sexual energy into creative by sublimation.
I will say more. What can happen to me? In the race I had Jewish blood, I'm not Sarah, Sarah, but I do not have the necessary Jewish chromosomes increased activity below the hips! With me everything is fine. I have a high level of consciousness. And I got to be honest, the man who needs to do it every day. In this mode, I live for more than eight years. He pulls my tits like a goat. She looks like it to me, and me for that time, the amount of sperm than the stock one hundred secondary statistical married women. For me, as a poet, you know, my dear Hashomer Julius is, to say, too much.

Of course, in my overabundance of sun, as in the blood of all the inhabitants of tropical countries. But having sex with someone else but you and her husband is in the cold December and January to make a naked black man sunbathing on the beach.

Of course, I can not agree to this, .. once said some queen, but no less than a billion dollars. And, you know, money in advance.

In life, you, Julius, I can not be jealous. I refuse always different. And every one of my refusal pleases me ten times more than I would have had sex with the boy, handsome. Or elderly businessman. Yes with anyone!

Therefore, do not be angry, do not be nervous, not crazy, do not worry, if you want to make me feel comfortable. I'm ready to be your friends and cooperate. And if you want us to meet still do not annoy me. "

"Look at that - contemplating Julius. - Right "Tatyana's Letter".It is written in Asian languages. "...But I am given to another man and I will never leave him". In this case - two at once. That's, brother. "

After a long rebuke Sarah Julius subsided, lost all control over him and her, but enlightened that it is in the game mentalities. God created humans in pairs, but in every nation - its pair. "The mentality goes to the mountains ..."

Then, one day, he not sees of Sarah two or three weeks. Julius doom drove to screaming companions and they are quietly and authoritatively made way for him.

-Husband killed your Shmara, - said one of Russian`s girl. - Husband shot her. Look for it now, fistulas. They've got their own law...

By Volodya Morgan

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