The Best Bitch on the Net, English version, 4

4. THE SACRED SHIT of ANCESTORS and THE MIRACLE PSYCHOLOGIST KRISTINKA...))


“You don't understand! She stripped me naked for getting a D in the fourth quarter and chased me around the apartment with a belt! I tried to dodge her, but where can you hide in a two-room Khrushchev-era apartment in Tula?!”
“Look at that fucking Countess Bathory of the Hick-town district of the Foreskin province!” I decided to joke, and immediately regretted it when I looked into my girl's eyes... At that moment, even though we were both already around fifty, her face really did resemble that of an unhappy little baby who still had nowhere to escape from the “shit of ancestors,” damn them!

No, of course, I was taught the arithmetic process of division in elementary school, and, damn it, even in columns, and I know my wife from many different sides — including when she's on a binge, when, as the director, actor, and writer Vasily Shukshin called it, “the ugly truth” comes out of her, and it's worse than shit from an ass with a moderate rotavirus infection... )) But still, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't understand over the years I spent married to Squirrel how all this was possible... I believe her and understand that this is how it was... Today, her mother, who lives in one of Russia's new regions, goes on binges from time to time, but for the most part she is sober and, as is customary with once objectively immoral monsters, regularly visits the offices of the Russian Orthodox Church — I don't know for what purpose...))

My story of physical relations with my own mother, mediated through a belt and standing in the corner (I just stood there and for some reason did not consider it possible to disobey and leave; Nadyukha was made to kneel in the corner on peas, a form of punishment that I, a die-hard “Muscovite,” had only read about in history textbooks; In Soviet Tula (Ultima Tule, fuck it!), all this shit, judging by my wife's personal youth experience, was once preserved in its original, fucked-up form... In a nutshell, it was like this...

Starting at the age of three, I often had a recurring dream: my mother, her face contorted with rage, chases me, I hide under the bed, where she, of course, quickly finds me... Then, with some kind of unreal, superhuman strength, she lifts the entire bed above me and crashes it down on my head... Then, fortunately for me, I always woke up... )))

In my blogs on this topic, I wrote the following:
...In general, I don't listen to Bach anymore either... Because when I listen to him, my soul starts to cry, and do I need that? )) I'm a senseless jerk, even though I've recorded a bunch of different characters music and written about a dozen novels, for some reason... ))) A month ago, my father died, a trumpet player, teacher, former member of the USSR State Brass Band, and so on... ))) He was just a very good and kind man who never hurt anyone... These days, that's rare... My parents divorced when I was about two... At the age of six, my mother changed my surname, which I changed back to when I was 30, and all my offsprings bear the surname I was given at birth... My father wanted to name me Misha and make me a trumpet player... It didn't work out for me, but he was persistent, and my half-brother (five years younger than me) didn't shy away from becoming a trumpet player, and his name is Mikhail ))))))))) He is also a teacher, an employee of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, because he plays in the Ministry of Internal Affairs orchestra... ))) He's cool... My father wanted us to be friends, and we are friends... )))

My complicated mother didn't find any particularly warm words for him... “Maxim, I understand that your father died... I sympathize with you!” - that's all she said... ))) Amazon, damn it... I'm laughing my ass off and crying at the same time... )))

It's difficult with my mother... Her favorite story is Somerset Maugham's “The Unconquered,” where the lyrical, fuck her, heroine ends up drowning her own newborn baby in the river (with complete confidence in her own righteousness, of course; women are generally fine with being sure they're right, just like other unreasonable minors), because in her dim-witted opinion, her marriage to a German occupier of France was forced on her by her “bad” pragmatic parents... )))
All my life I have been haunted by the feeling that I am that unfortunate creature she drowned... ))) A stranger's life ruined in the name of the triumph of her own life...



“What do you mean by that?” asked Pigletty with a smirk.
“I don't mean anything... I just want to be quiet... And jerk off in silence...” sighed Wie-the-Poo.

“Why jerk off? Why not fuck someone?” laughed Pigletty.

“It's too much trouble… It's just very troublesome...” Wie-the-Poo sighed again. “I just want an orgasm, not lifelong responsibility for someone else's fate... My brain just wants some kind of short flash in some segment of its cortex... That's all... I don't want anything else... What do you think, Pigletty, is death an orgasm?” 

“Probably... It depends on how terrible your life was...” suggested Pigletty, “If it was terrible, then death is an orgasm, and if it was wonderful, then it's probably a letdown...” And he laughed again...

“What if it's like everyone else's? That is, there were good things and bad things...”

“Then it's probably like jerking off... Like you came, but you didn't actually fuck...”

“What a cheerful prospect!” Wie-the-Poo smiled and turned on his laptop...




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Format 45+, Kharkiv... 

A light evening squirt with a sharp, sincere orgasm from a depraved psychologist...

Meet one of my favorite virtual submissives, Kristina Alexandrovna (as she once introduced herself). She is a psychologist and sociologist by education, but a Queen of Sluts by vocation. We played with her a lot, and each time she revealed a new side of herself. In short, a delightful creature in the 45+ format.
 
Today, I present to your attention our very first of many private sessions. It has everything: total obedience, anal plugs, hands behind her back, dirty talk, slaps on her pussy and tits, and even a touching dance at the end...

Please love, cherish, and be sure to share and repost, because Beauty and a Sense of Humor will save the World, and Kristinka is one of the most beautiful females of the Human race... ))) Enjoy! Masturbation is served!




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