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...and your desire shall be for your husband,
and he shall rule over you...

Torah, Bereishit, III, 16. / Bible, Book of Genesis, 3:16


...I know your deeds;
You have a name that you are alive, but you are dead.
Be watchful and strengthen the things
that are about to die...

Revelation, 3:1—3.


...Dear children! Something amazing happened in the toy department of a department store! Among the wonderful, beautifully made toys, there was a box of defective wooden soccer player toys.
This box was completely undeservedly labeled “First Class”! And, of course, the toys inside became conceited and behaved in such a way that...
But why tell you about it? See for yourself what happened...

 Animated film “The Unusual Match,” USSR, 1955.


It's so scary to live, my dear wife...
As if everything that exists
is just a dream and a delusion…
As if we are still there,
in the last seconds of Paradise,
and every moment is very precious... ))


Original verse in Russian…

Так страшно жить, жена моя родная…
Как будто всё, что есть – лишь сон и морок…
Как будто всё ещё мы там,
в последние секунды Рая,
и каждый миг последний очень дорог… ))




1. REVOLUTION & ALCOHOLISM...))

“A Revolution should be gentle and tender, like a tongue on the clitoris; like the tender sweet mouth of your Beloved finally giving your cock, worn out by labor and fear, shelter and rest in a shady romantic park...” – I managed to write in some moldy notebook before I was called to dinner...

For the second time in my life, I went into rehab after almost a month of binge drinking with my beloved wife, who is also the well-known porn star Aimee Hot MILF... At first, she went for a couple of weeks, and I stayed with the children as usual, but then, after sobering up and regaining her human (and very attractive, in her case) appearance, my wife insisted that I also go to rest and recover... )))
When I admitted her to the hospital three weeks earlier, she could barely stand in the emergency room, swearing loudly and telling everyone to fuck off... So they put her in intensive care first, where they even tied her to the bed for a couple of hours—which didn't stop her from breaking free after a while, ripping the catheter out of her vein, and splattering almost the entire corridor with her own sacred blood of the Great Goddess-Whore. – and then she was transferred to our “enhanced comfort ward,” where they don't take away mobile phones, allow even laptops and tablets, and where there is even Wi-Fi...
"What could be more beautiful than an intelligent, refined, and highly educated mature woman who sincerely teases the males who desire her? ... )) That's right, there is nothing more beautiful on earth!
Forget about stupid, capricious, and unapproachable “princesses”! Love and appreciate True Women, that is, those who, having once realized their True Destiny, leaving behind complexes and neurotic gestalt, sincerely devote themselves to Uncompromising Service to Men, regardless of what they themselves think about it, for this is SECONDARY, as are they themselves, created by God for us, men... )))

Share and repost desperately, for Beauty will save the World, and a Woman in sexual ecstasy is undoubtedly one of the most impressive and beautiful Phenomena of Living Nature..." I wrote a representative post in the “Remote Training of Mature Women” community on VK, which I run, thinking something like, "Well, fuck you, idiocy! But when in Rome, do as the Romans do!“ I leaned out a little over the balcony, smoked a cigarette, read ”shma" for the night, and went to bed...
In recent years, I only feel like myself when I'm asleep... Is it the same for you? ))
That's what this “little revolution” is all about... In the sense that things should not be this way... )) But is it necessary? Is it necessary for things to be different from how they are? Who needs it? Why is it necessary? The “shma” says (from which Christians “our father” was calqued “on the blue eye”) that Thy Will be done for all time... But if the “little revolution” suddenly fails, it will mean that it is God's Will... )) Apparently, the Bolsheviks thought so too...
As soon as they put the first IV with vitamins on me during my second visit for “treatment,” Seryoga suddenly appeared in the doorway... )) We were both lying here exactly a year ago... ))) Yes, we were both bent in half! )) Imagine that... On the same day and almost exactly a year later, we meet again in the same place! ))
Seryoga behaved himself for five months; he went to the gym, lifted weights, and met his “new true love” in his twilight years (he is 45, I am 51, whether that's a long time or a short time). But then he somehow stumbled upon the darknet and saw that his love had been a porn star in the past... ))) After watching a gangbang video with three black men and his beloved, Seryoga started drinking again... )))
“What's the big deal?” I asked him in the smoking room (in our “enhanced comfort ward” you could smoke as much as you wanted). “It's normal, in my opinion, for our times!”
“Fuck off, Petro! If you listen to you, everything is normal!” Seryoga replied, laughing nervously and taking a deep drag... )))
“Well, yes! What's wrong with that?” I laughed, but no one answered me... Only Kiryukha (35 years old, who liked to drink in the company of... his own mother-in-law, much to the horror of his wife) also laughed nervously... ))



2. ON THE NATURE of LOVE, or THE SLIPPER INSIDE CINDERELLA...))


“You see, Wie-the-Poo...” said Pigletty, “Well, of course, first and foremost, every woman is a sexual object! And, I must say, to her own good fortune; if, of course, she is attractive enough... Smart women know this simple truth and skillfully use it to their advantage...” Stupid women, on the other hand, constantly argue with the obvious, and in the end always lose, left with nothing but broken dreams, ashes, and so on...

“But what about love?” Wie-the-Poo asked sadly.
“Women are incapable of love, I'll let you in on a secret...” At the initial stage, if they are comprehensively and competently satisfied, they may experience a certain feeling of gratitude, which they themselves sometimes mistakenly take for their own infatuation, but to love as we do, no, it is simply not in their nature, and, accordingly, they are not to blame for this... And even we ourselves are very prone to confusing our own lust or love for ourselves, acting as the Great Knight-Benefactor, with Love...
“You're such a pig, Pigletty!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo, hastily said goodbye, and went home to jerk off to some white polar bear on Bongacams...
 

TerriRose
45 years old, place of residence – Krasnodar...…
Oh yes, the further south,
the hotter it gets .!. ))

Well, congratulate me on my new victory! – I wrote in the “community” and continued, – I've been drooling over her for a long time, dreaming of fucking this Magic Bitch! Today I finally succeeded!!! The chick didn't disappoint! A goddess! A fairy! The Queen of Sluts! I don't even know what else to call this incomparable creature... )))

My God, how passionately she came! How she rode the dildo, banging her uterus against it!... How she slapped her tits! How she went wild and swore dirty in the heat of orgasm, excuse me, passion! In short, a fantastic girl! I'm a fan! Rating 7 on a five-point scale .!. ))
And in the end, the hot and sweet Krasnodar witch didn't disappoint me with compliments either... I guess I deserved it... The girl liked it... )) She'll come home to her husband today, pretty excited by me... )))

Don't forget to share and repost, because Beauty will save the World .!. )) And anyway, God commanded us to SHARE! )))
 
Quite pleased with my own lighthearted style, I clicked the “publish” button and moved on to another window in Windows...

God exists, I moved on just in time! )) At that very moment, my sweet little bitch of a wife was taking off her panties at the request of yet another client of her webcam show, struggling to pull them over her high heels — apparently, my slut was asked to leave her black shoes on...

“Yes, my darling, I'm your dirty slut!” my wife purred to the client, took off one shoe and, with a charming smile, inserted its heel directly into her pussy, feigning sincere arousal...

“God, how I love this bitch, this sly whore!” I thought sincerely... After all, it's hard to compare anyone to my bitch! And it has always been that way... even when she wasn't my wife yet, but just one of the webcams from Ukraine... But even then she was completely SPECIAL to me... As soon as I saw her, I immediately interrupted even private chats with others and switched completely to my sweet slut... Of course, in the image of a submissive whore, in the role of my submissive girl, it was easier for me with her than with my rather capricious and demanding wife, which my cunning submissive became later, but no, I don't regret anything... After all, I knew from the very beginning that this is how it would be... I always know everything in advance... ))

“Come on, you slut, spank your tits, then turn around and insert the dildo into your anus! That one, the small, flesh-colored one! Your ass usually takes it well!”

I record all of my bitch's private moments, with her consent, because it's priceless material that is then watched by millions of viewers on xvideos, xhamster, and pornhub, which brings us a nice additional income...

For some reason unknown to me, people like anal... However, maybe the reason is obvious... Modern people, tormented by meaningless conventions, are keen on everything unnatural... Entering holes meant for exiting, raping one's own mother, sex with one's own father, white is black and black is white — through these fantastic perversions, the brain, exhausted by all the bullshit imposed from outside, seems to be feverishly and desperately trying to find a way out of the utter horror that our modern civilization has become... This is what happens in a dream when we are being chased and want to run away, but our legs keep giving way...

When my wife was not yet my wife, but a webcam girl from Ukraine, she had to watch various “shows” in “cam to cam” mode as part of her job: some people liked to eat their own shit in front of her, some raped her underage foster children in front of her (yes, this is not our propaganda; some Westerners really do have such “funny” tastes)... Yes, my girl has seen a lot... And her pussy has seen a lot too... )) I always knew that sooner or later I would meet Her!

Oh! Reality suddenly exceeded expectations—my slutty wife not only inserted a dildo into each of her slutty holes, but also put clamps on her nipples and clitoris! I remember giving them to her last March 8! )) Cool device, and it even has little bells! Come on, my sweet slut, shake your tits, let the bells ring, gathering hungry males for morning “prayer”! )))

Oh-oh, my girl, this private chat will make a great video! The main thing is to come up with an attractive title! I think that in the first three days, it will be viewed at least 15,000 times...

Ok, it's time to finish sitting at the computer, I have to go pick up my bitch at the apartment we rent for work... The kids will be back from school soon, it's time to make lunch and mentally prepare myself for the completely pointless but, alas, necessary task of doing homework with them... Tomorrow morning we'll work together, like a couple... Yes, I think all this is normal, although I'm not a fan of anal sex and stuff...))

“Fuck off, Petro! If you listen to you, everything is fine!” replied Seryoga, nervously laughing and taking a deep drag... )))
“Well, yes! What's wrong with that?” I laughed, but again no one answered me...



3. “IS IT RUBBISH-SHIT?”,  or THE DESPAIR of TOTAL lOUNELINESS...

“I sometimes wonder why and when people got it into their stupid heads that they are better than us animals? And most importantly, why did they decide that they should be ashamed of their animal nature? It makes me think that maybe it's not sawdust in my head after all!” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed instead of saying hello...
“Yeah, hahaha!” Pigletty laughed, or rather snorted, with Homeric sobs. "They have more animal instincts than we do! We, for example, don't kill or eat our own kind, we don't fuck our own descendants, although it does happen with mothers sometimes, but even then it's by mistake... And in general, we animals are just like humans!

“Yes, but they don't think so...” sighed Wie-the-Poo.
“Are you sure they think at all?” Pigletty suddenly doubted...
Wie-the-Poo shrugged instead of answering...


Elenaza
55 years old, Dnipro...

Subjugating women to one's will is one of the most worthy pursuits for a man... It has always been so and will continue to be so... Today we are teaching the Dnipro witch Lenochka obedience... ))

The girl is beautiful, smart, and slender... Looking at this svelte bitch, it's hard to believe that she's already over 50, but it's true...

This girl is special to me... Once, we even established a personal relationship with real correspondence via email... But... I decided for myself that I prefer this chick as a whore... I can't marry all the whores in the world! I'm already married to one, and adultery — even virtual — is too much hassle for my age and my level of busyness... ))) Everything is God's will, what can you say...))

Rating – 5 minus. I miss the dildo in her mouth at the “stop” point, and that's important (keep that in mind for the future, Lenok!) ))) Let's share and repost, because Beauty and a Sense of Humor will save the World, and Lenka is truly Beautiful... Elena the Beautiful, I'm not afraid to use that word... )) Come on, bitch, hands behind your back! )) The show is about to begin... ))

I sometimes wonder where all this filth comes from in us, and whether it really is filth. Perhaps the mistake lies in the very assumption that filth is filth? Perhaps we are all so unhappy because we live in an upside-down world, taking evil for good and good for evil? Is it good when a pure young soul is forced by their own parents to stick their nose in shit, sincerely believing at that moment that they are fulfilling their parental duty by carrying out the educational process? "Who cares what you want! There is a word called ‘MUST’!!!" Well, of course, you MUST force your descendants to eat your own shit, not theirs, because it's a fucking TRADITION... ))) You ate your mom and dad's shit, and your descendants have to eat yours — generational continuity, fuck... )) Long live traditional values! Long live wars, long live the Holy Inquisition (aka the legitimate judicial system of the time), long live the guardianship authorities and respect for representatives of the authorities, despite the fact that the police are usually made up of dim-witted people from the lowest social strata who did poorly in school, are prone to violence and alcoholism, and are totally incapable of anything more... ))

Or... Is it evil when a tormented male soul, tortured by the shit of his own “great” ancestors, suddenly receives sexual release and blunt, acute physiological pleasure from some beautiful girl who is not ashamed of the best in herself, that is, her own beautiful pussy; without the courtship phase and other hassles, giving herself to the one who desperately needs her, that is, fulfilling her essentially maternal function, which consists in the selfless distribution of spiritual warmth? Yes, the  Beautiful Girl may well have her reasons for behaving this way... Yes, there are many of them, but at their core lies the same thing that you have: a global fatigue from eating the shit of our ancestors... And a desire to break through the Ice of Outdated Tradition that binds us all... Even if we have to break our heads trying to break through this Ice... )) Maybe our skulls themselves are this crappy Ice?.. ))

I stare at the faces of these webcam girls... Yes, some are married and work with their husbands' consent, some work in pairs, but they all have that look of loneliness in their eyes... And the more intense and sincere the orgasm, the more noticeable the despair... The despair of total loneliness... You may ask, what about love? It's very simple! Loneliness does not exclude love, and love does not exclude loneliness...

It's like asking, what about the color blue if there is yellow? But here, too, everything is simple... There is simply blue and yellow at the same time, and hundreds of other shades of the proverbial rainbow... ))


Elenaza
private-records-4...

Funny revelations from Lenushka-mommy
with a dildo in her mouth and in wet cunt...

Here's Lenka from Dnipro! )) Our mermaid, fuck... )) I sincerely love this bitch... She lives alone, the joys of motherhood, alas, passed her by, it didn't work out... Age - 50+ (yes, yes, don't be surprised, she's such a fairy-witch!) I can imagine how sad she sometimes gets... Now is not the time for sadness... It's time to fiddle with her slutty pussy lips, suck on a dildo, jump on it in the cowgirl position and, in general, do her main female duty - to serve a Man regardless of his age and status... Yes, you're a whore, Lenka! )) But you're also a goddess! And you know it yourself!

The time will come when your girlish tears and the tears of other girls will wash away this ugly world... But for now, keep fiddling with your pussy petals, fantasizing that you are truly a Happy Woman... Who knows, maybe the truth of the “virtual” world is actually the Truth... And reality? What reality? Reality... fuck it. ))

Subscribe, repost, share, because Beauty will save the World, and what could be more beautiful than an intelligent, refined, and highly educated mature Woman, sincerely wiggling her pussy in front of the males who desire her? )) That's right, there is nothing more beautiful on earth!
Forget about stupid, capricious, unapproachable “princesses”! Love and appreciate True Women, that is, those who, having once realized their True Destiny, leaving behind complexes and neurotic gestalt, sincerely devote themselves to Uncompromising Service to Men...


"I think you're being too hard on yourself! If ‘it’ is inside you, then it must be some kind of important element of the whole System! Otherwise, there is no God, if there is no System, and all elements are random and arbitrary!” exclaimed Pigletty...
“It's easy for you to say, you're a pig!” Wie-the-Poo wanted to object, but kept quiet in time... ))



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...




LouiseJenkin
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!



5. «AIDS-INFO», REVOLUTION, A SENSE of HUMOR, and A MAGIC WAND…))


When I was a child, I thought that the Revolution had already happened, that all the bad things were behind us...))
Apart from problems with my mother, my childhood was, in general, cloudless... A normal, stable, average childhood in the peaceful 70s, a standard childhood of the “era of stagnation”, when life flowed predictably and steadily for everyone, there were many sunny days; the daily weather forecast was accompanied by calm, slightly sad but not melancholic music from a cult French melodrama, and, as a rule, it came true...   
The names of the Soviet republics and their capitals floated calmly and steadily across the screen of the black-and-white TV from bottom to top: Georgian SSR, Tbilisi – +25, Lithuanian SSR, Vilnius – +18, Kazakh SSR, Alma-Ata – +27, Ukrainian SSR, Kiev – +23, and so on...
Periodically, the “dear” Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev appeared on television and, just as indistinctly and slowly, read something from a piece of paper that no one really listened to, because it was clear to everyone that whatever the content of his paper might be, tomorrow in the Georgian SSR, the Ukrainian SSR, the Estonian SSR, the Kazakh SSR, and the Belarusian SSR, everything would be as usual: at 9 a.m., everyone would go to their not-too-dusty jobs, and at 5 p.m., they would go home; on the way in the subway, some would read the magazine “Yunost” (Youth), others “Novy Mir” (New World), some will read “Rabotnitsa” (Female worker), others “Krestyanka” (Peasant woman), and, in principle, it will be neither hot nor cold, and most likely, without exception, all the builders of the “bright future” will be bathed in moderate and even sunlight... Hardships and misfortunes are long gone; inequality has been defeated, injustice has been defeated, the “consumer society” is rubbish, spiritual values are cool, material values are crap... )))
On the same floors of civic consciousness lay all these socialist moral memes, such as “don't give a kiss without love,” “with a loved one, even a hut is paradise,” “die yourself, but save your comrade,” “so that there is no agonizing pain for years lived without purpose,” and much, much more...
And then the newspaper “AIDS-Info” appeared, with its main column “Upside Down”... ))

A relatively young guy with a big dick fucks fifty-year-old Rubee Tuesday literally in the ass and in the mane... She sucks his dick, rides him like a wild pony, licks his balls and asshole, and he spurs the old whore on with pretty strong slaps on her ass... In general, everything we love .!. ))) Share, subscribe, repost, because Beauty will save the World... )) Oh, yes, and a Sense of Humor...)))
 
“And what do you personally think humor is, Pigletty?” asked Wie-the-Poo.
“Well, humor is when something is funny! What's so complicated about that?” Pigletty shrugged.
“And when everything is turned upside down, is that funny?”
“Of course! The very nature of the comic effect is incongruity of any kind!” Situational comedy, for example! Have you heard of that?
“Is that when Emperor Nicholas II, pardoned by Lenin, works for him as a floor polisher?” Wie-the-Poo suggested uncertainly.
“Well, yes, that too...” Pigletty agreed, also slightly uncertainly. “Or when an elderly woman with funny pigtails like a first-grader plays with a rubber band, shaking her big tits in front of naked young stallions  sitting in the stalls and slowly, as if mechanically, rubbing their cocks in anticipation of the show continuing...”
“Do you find that funny?” asked Wie-the-Poo.
“How stuffy you can be sometimes!” exclaimed Pigletty. “Just understand, as soon as you take your dick out of your pants, the whole world seems to change, with different goals, different laws, a different scale of values! After all, the dick is like a magic wand!” There it hangs quietly in your pants—and the world is one, and sex doesn't seem to matter at all, but what matters is love for the Motherland, patriotism, family, school, the Hadron Collider, “serving the highest humanistic ideals of humanity,” as in the movie “The Courier”... But when you take your dick out of your pants, it's like letting a genie out of a bottle! Everything changes! Different colors, different smells, a different universe! And somehow all patriotism fades into the background, and you just want to fuck this or that woman, or even several at once; to fuck her like a bitch, like a dirty whore, so that she shakes with her whole body and howls with orgasm like a wild animal, completely overcome by animal lust... Do you understand?
“Interesting shit...” Wie-the-Poo smiled instead of answering, thinking to himself that maybe today he would send a dick-pic on Telegram to a girl he had taken a liking to recently...



6. CAN SEX BE CONSIDERED ART, AND AREN'T SOME BEARS JEWISH?..))


M-Gauthier
Saint Petersburg...

Training an intelligent former actress...

This is my second session with this diva... I will post the first one soon... She is a complex creature and strange in a good way... There are temperamental, cheerful, giggly girls from Ukraine and southern Russia—with them, everything is simple: they have cool shaking orgasms, squirt, and generally love being trained, even accompanying the “session” with vulgar compliments... They don't bother too much, their pussies are always wide open... )))

And then there are other chicks... Like the sophisticated “intelligentsia” who perceive their webcam activities as real creativity and their streams as artistic performances... Usually, these chicks live in large cities like Moscow and St. Petersburg or in their suburbs, where they move after getting tired of the hustle and bustle of the capital... If they're from St. Petersburg, then, for example, to Komarovo, like Akhmatova... )) In general, she's a strange girl... )) But she is beautiful, slender, she also has a pussy, of course, and she is also quite trainable... This is the main thing that I want to remind such chicks during the “session,” appealing to their True Nature... ))

 

А Indeed, can sex be considered art, on par with painting, literature, music, and dance? I think so, of course! After all, what is the main thing in art? The aesthetic impact on the audience! And what exactly is aesthetic impact, and which nerve centers does it affect, if you think about it carefully? Of course, good quality sex will have even more of this than other types of art! I have long suspected that all other forms of art are the same as sex, only veiled; they are paraphrases of sex... For example, everyone knows that both the Slavs and the Germans called a certain terrible beast, the ruler of the once dense European forests, “Ber” (hence the word “den” or the name of the current capital of Germany), but primitive people were afraid to pronounce this name in vain and aloud, and therefore came up with a paraphrase known to us all as the word “bear” (медведь (medved’), that is, the one who is in charge of honey... ))

I will say more: if we understand the word “sex” not simply as banal fucking, but as the whole complex system of relations between the sexes—which is what the word actually means—then sex is, as it were, our entire so-called real life, and there is nothing around us that does not appeal to it in one form or another...



“That's a bit too deep! You're philosophizing out of nowhere again, early in the morning!” Wie-the-Poo interrupted Pigletty's thoughts.
“Well, isn't that how it is?” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed.
“Of course not! Next you'll be saying that when you shit, it's sex too!” Pigletty laughed.
“Of course it is! It's the same hole at work, only not for entry, like with fags, but for exit! It's the same act of fertilization! The same effects on the mucous membrane as when you fuck someone in the ass!”
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean? It only looks like you're just sitting there shitting, but on a subtle level, you're fertilizing the world with your shit, thereby affirming your own identity...” Wie-the-Poo raised his index finger, as if to emphasize the philosophical depth of his own original thesis.
“Yeah, arguing with you bears is like arguing with Jews! Whatever you say, they always turn it against you!” Pigletty got angry.
“What's wrong with that, Pigletty? I think it's great! Everything around us is sex! Everything around us is creativity! Or are you against creativity?”
“No, I'm not against creativity! I'm just against considering every piece of shit to be creativity...”
“Look at you, such a law-abiding citizen...”, Wie-the-Poo smiled... “Are you going to run to the polls in the front row?”
“I'll run if my Motherland tells me to! I'll tear my ass apart if my civic duty requires it! What are you, not a patriot, you plush louse? When it comes to spouting honey about the humanities, he's the first in line, but when it comes to going to war, oh dear, sorry, I'm a pacifist... So is that how it is with you, Mr. Bear?” Pigletty went on the offensive...
“Actually, I'm not a bear; to be precise, I'm Ber...” Wie-the-Poo tried to object.
“You're a Jewish snout, not Ber!” Pigletty parried, spat relishfully, and ran off to attend to his business.
“Yeah...” Wie-the-Poo shrugged, “A pig is no friend to a bear... I wonder how my panda bitch is doing? Did she like my dick-pic yesterday?”
And he opened his laptop…
 
 

Hold-me-tight
 Format 45+, Novosibirsk...…

My second “session” with the slender mature blonde Hold-Me-Tight...
This time, the chick is more relaxed on the one hand, because she already knows the “rules of the game,” but on the other hand, maybe that's a minus, because it slightly reduces the degree of her excitement about the unknown... )) But still, it turned out to be a decent private session...

The excitement was on point, the dirty talk was also excellent, just like in the first session...

Today there was no lube in the anus, but the shaking at the end was still successful... )) Overall, a rating of 5 with a “minus”... ))

In general, it's extremely pleasant when a mature lady, so independent and assertive in so-called “real” life, nevertheless discovers the Joy of Submission to Male Will with my help, although (in her opinion) it's just a game... Those in the know understand that it is actually in so-called virtual reality that everything happens “in reality”... )) That is the secret of the mystical mysteries of ‘virtual’ reality, which differs from “real” reality only in that it is actually the true reality... )))

Share and repost, for Beauty and a Sense of Humor will save the World... )))

Panda Hold-me was either a little sad or just tired, apparently at the end of her stream, which, judging by everything, had started long before Wie-the-Poo entered her chat room... Realizing that the chick was almost out of energy and unlikely to be inclined to his long, inventive games, Wie-the-Poo threw her a dozen consolatory and encouraging tokens and, with a sense of duty fulfilled, went to take a shit...

“That's how regressive my sex life is today... A temporary degradation to the anal phase of development...” he thought, smiling at his own thoughts and settling comfortably on the toilet...



7. LERMONTOV, GAIDAR & THE COMMON-COLD-19...))


There are people who have been dissatisfied with this world since birth... These people are often intelligent, talented, well-educated... In fact, Mikhail Lermontov's novel “A Hero of Our Time” is entirely devoted to this topic... And not only Lermontov! Marx's “Capital” addresses the same issue!
 
This is a completely different race, if you will, than those who are perpetually unsuccessful through their own fault, due to their own laziness, due to indulging their animal instincts, due to their unwillingness to compromise, their unwillingness to learn, their unwillingness to overcome difficulties...

No, no... This is a completely different breed of people. As children, they are extraordinarily bright, study well, blame themselves for all their problems until the time comes, sincerely wanting to become better and treating their own failures as invaluable lessons, as if there really is a God who is leading them to a Mysterious Higher Purpose... )) Yes, these people are indeed very determined, seek compromise solutions in conflicts, are inclined toward artistic creativity and empathy; They may cry over a work of art, and if they don't cry, then, on the contrary, they bite their lips hard so that the physical pain distracts them from their own experiences and tears, which, in their opinion, should not be shown, and they try to smile through gritted teeth. Thus, Arkady Gaidar cut himself with a razor in the bathroom so that the simpler form of pain would distract him from the hellish torment in his head...

As a rule, such people are not liked in a society made up of simpler folk, and with each passing year they have less and less luck in life, until they die, some in a duel, some in what appears to be an accident, some as a result of some incurable disease, often quite rare, if not unknown until the fact of their tragic “untimely” death... And, of course, all these people, as a rule, have a powerful sexual temperament, which until a certain time had no real outlet...
This does not mean that such people are incapable of feats in the name of Love — they are very capable! — but under certain conditions, they could copulate with at least a dozen partners a day... The only thing that prevents them from doing so is their aforementioned empathy and sense of responsibility for the fate of those whose lives could be ruined by sex with them...

When webcams appeared, the situation changed... Representatives of this, let me say bluntly, superior race of the female sex were given the opportunity for self-realization in their streams... Just visit the relevant portals to see for yourself... And representatives of the same race, but of the male gender, also got a chance for self-realization, to the delight of representatives of their own race, but of the female gender... ))

And here a simple question arises: who does all this bother? Who is bothered by other people's happiness? Are these not people of a more primitive disposition (to avoid using the word “race” and causing unnecessary problems), who simply do not know how to engage in sexual activity and envy those who can do so at a level that is sometimes truly artistic? But then everything falls into place... )) Similarly, the world is full of people who are annoyed, for example, by other people's money; they are annoyed by the very fact that someone else has significantly more of it, even though it was earned completely honestly... So, the legless are annoyed by runners, the poor are annoyed by the rich, the hard-working proletariat are annoyed by professors in academia, and the snakes are annoyed by the falcons... )))

It's just that we all live in a world of imposed equality... The difference between Russia and the rest of the world is only in the nuances; overall, there is no difference... And this was clearly demonstrated by the Common-Cold-19 quarantine...

The seemingly liberal idea of free elections discredits itself by equating the votes of a degenerate alcoholic or drug addict with those of a university professor or world-renowned scientist... Only the livestock population matters! Thus, liberalism, which for a long time seemed unjustifiably progressive and good to humanity, puts people of outstanding qualities, abilities, and education on the same level as cattle, while any sane person understands that the voice of a professor, a writer, or a director is worth at least hundreds, if not thousands, of the voices of simpler people... But no, you can't say that! )) How can you even dare to say out loud that a smart person is smart, and a stupid person is dumb and ignorant, and his number is, to put it mildly, 8??? That's outrageous! Democracy does not accept such things! )) That's why we need a revolution! )))

“Are you done?” asked Pigletty, who hadn't really heard half of it, because he had already been bored for a long time, and in the last couple of minutes he had gone off into the bushes to relieve himself...



8. ABOUT LITERATURE IN GENERAL, ABOUT PAPYUS, RASPUTIN & POETESS-CAMGIRL ANGELKA...))


“Sorry, buddy! I never asked you about this before, I was kind of embarrassed... What do you think about literature in general?))”

Wie-the-Poo smiled sadly, straightened up, puffed out his cheeks, and replied:
"I've been writing since childhood, some funny little stories; I started in preschool, because my mother, threatening to beat me, taught me to read fluently in a couple of months when I was five... Then I got into science fiction, wrote my own fantasy stories and novellas, but my grandmother thought I was wasting my time and constantly drilled into my head, "You have to read the classics! You have to read the classics! How wonderful Turgenev is! “Asya”! “Spring Waters”! “Kashtanka”! Chekhov!"... As it turned out later, she herself didn't read anything else... )) And no matter how hard I tried, all these classics seemed like crap to me... And then I went to a children's literary studio, where I finally got lucky with a teacher who didn't drill my brain, but gently and tenderly directed my attention to other aspects of the vast spectrum of world culture...

And at the age of 13, I took a chance and chose Leo Tolstoy's Resurrection, because shortly before that I had accidentally seen a black-and-white film based on this novel on TV, which captivated me with its age-old, as I later understood, the theme of a good, poor girl who fell wholeheartedly in love with some immoral bastard from the “gentry” and, ultimately, completely deceived in her expectations, becomes a prostitute, a cheap whore and, in general, a fallen woman, like a meteorite... In short, after school I enrolled in the faculty of philology... ))”

“So what do you think about literature? You still haven't answered me!” Pigletty asked rather insistently.

“You see, Pigletty...” Wie-the-Poo began, “Who the fuck knows about this literature! Fuck this bitch! Either everything around us is essentially literature, or everything everywhere is shit!” I love Limonov, I love some of Sorokin's stuff, Pelevin — well, you can't put down the first hundred pages of each novel, but towards the end of each one, it's boring and you feel like you're wasting your time... I love Crowley, I love Blavatsky, Papyus, but that's more philosophy, if not theology, in a “new age” format, for example... I love Pushkin, oddly enough, especially his prose! Yes, but it's not strange; he was the Limonov of his time!

“Hmm...” Pigletty grunted, “and Papus, isn't that the Papus who treated Nicholas II's son?”

“Yes, yes, that's the one!” Wie-the-Poo chimed in, “Just before Rasputin, and neither of them had achieved anything yet...”

“Yes, yes...” muttered Pigletty, pretending to be thinking, as if he really remembered something, “But the Bolsheviks cured him!”
And they both laughed…



AngelaLady  (AngelaMilf)
49 years old, Saint Petersburg...

I've already written about Angelka, a cool mature slut from Saint Petersburg, whom I trained when she first started webcamming a few years ago. Now she's a pretty famous porn star who has appeared in top studios on the theme of “MILF-mature-mom”... (We'll have time to watch her more professional work...) And today we'll watch my very first session with her, and one of her first private sessions in general... ))

In fact, it's a kind of interview, full of her revelations, so to speak, about life in general... But it's not a typical interview. After all, actresses don't always rub their pussies while talking, which is a pity, by the way... )))

I remember that after the “session” we talked for a long time in the general chat... The chick opened up in earnest and even read her poems... The poems were bad, of course, but naturally very sincere... In short, we jerk off, share, repost, because Beauty will save the World...  Well, as some great Russian writers believed...)))



9. «All WORKS ARE GOOD — CHOOSE ACCORDING TO YOUR TASTE!», or ONCE AGAIN ABOUT BOARD GAMES…))


And what, exactly, is wrong with a woman working with her cunt? What's wrong with a person, dare I say it, being completely absorbed in what they do best, devoting themselves entirely to their calling?

Is it bad when an Painter paints pictures, a Сomposer composes music, a Sailor plows the ocean, and an Astronaut, voluntarily confined to an orbital station, jerks off to the stars while looking out the porthole? So what's wrong with a woman being completely occupied with what God created her for, that is, studying the possibilities of her own black holes with passion and zeal? ))

After all, God sees everything, and everything else she does is not so convincing! )) When a woman is engaged in sex, the whole world seems to rise again from the head, where terrible modernity has placed it, to its feet, and none of those watching this beautiful Higher Spectacle have any doubts that right now everything is as it should be... No Stanislavsky would ever think of saying his sacramental “I don't believe it!” in such a situation... For if there is one thing, it is that a woman in the all-consuming throes of passion is the embodiment of the so-called Truth of Life... Everything else can be questioned or viewed as having both pros and cons, but not the female orgasm and the actions that precede it! )) It is with this harsh and sometimes even frightening truth that our sorrowful world began, and it is likely that it will end with it…


“But that's pure sexism!” Pigletty feigned indignation.

“Haven't you ever thought, Pigletty, that rejecting sexism in today's liberal society is essentially the same hypocrisy, just in a new format?” The other day, when Panda Hold-me was shaking with orgasm in private with me, she said, “Wie-the-Poo, sexism is sexy!” and her smooth belly pulsed with rhythmic, sweet spasms. Yes, I understand, Pigletty, that in so-called real life she is just as capricious and slutty as all the other chicks, but when a dildo is banging around in her pussy, her mouth speaks the Higher Truth, that is, the Truth of her Pussy! And which life is more real in reality?” Wie-the-Poo smiled at his own wit.

“Simply Woman, whose highest manifestation has always been the Lustful Slut (and not the Mother, by the way; the function of a mother is only a side effect of female whoredom), and her main inner strength is Eve's World-Creating Lust, which led to the creation of the Material Universe, driven into the shackles of asexual Morality and Sense of Duty (fuck knows, by the way, to whom, actually, and for what reason) and only in a parallel, virtual reality are chicks still allowed to be themselves, which some dimwits of both sexes sometimes reproach them for, branding them as individuals with “low social responsibility”!   

“It seems to me that you've been a little overheated lately, Wie-the-Poo...” Instead of answering, Pigletty made a suggestion and smiled peacefully, “Maybe you're just jerking off too much!” And then, it seems to me that you are overlooking the fact that, as you put it, “Eve's World-Shaping Lust” was not so much the cause of the creation of the universe as it was the cause of the Expulsion from Paradise!

“And in your opinion, aren't they the same thing?” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed, somewhat excitedly.

“Here we go again...” Pigletty sighed. “Do you really believe that Death is Orgasm?”

“Would you rather I believe in Darkness instead of Light?” countered Wie-the-Poo. “Yes, I do!”

“Well, after all, it's your right...” yawned Pigletty and walked away to the nearest bushes to relieve himself.
 
“How difficult it is sometimes when your best friend is a pig!” thought Wie-the-Poo to himself and sighed heavily...



KarolinaMilf
45+, Western Moscow Region, Rublevka...

A slender mature sexy bitch in the role
of my favorite board game…))

There is a fetish tag meme called “fuck on the table”... )) It's called “on the table”... What's the point of it, if you think about it? Well, first of all, we need to analyze the very concept of “table” in all its diversity... It is a workplace, a place for eating, and, in a more abstract sense, a level of wealth and status... Let's remember the cognate word “throne”... ))

When you fuck some hot chick on the table (it doesn't matter if it's virtual or real), it's like your own personal tabletop game, in which the girl, if we're talking about a webcam, happily plays with you for your money... ))
Today, as my personal tabletop toy, I present to you a cool 45+ mom, KarolinaMilf...

The girl has only been in the business for about a year, but with sincere enthusiasm and a passion for self-discovery, she goes along with almost any suggestion: she whips herself, uses clamps on her nipples and clitoris, undresses in boutique fitting rooms, broadcasts while out walking, pounds herself with a fuck machine, and much, much more... In short, I recommend her! She's a real gift from God! )) Yes, it happens! If something exists, it is from God! What is not from God does not exist... ))

Subscribe, share, repost, because what could be more beautiful than a mature, beautiful woman sincerely shaking her pussy in front of the males who desire her?.. A rhetorical question, yes...)))



10. ABOUT THE ABSENCE OF DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL AND UNIVERSAL UNITY IN DEATH...))


“You see, Pigletty, it's just that sometimes I have dreams that I'm already on the other side... And there, everything is different, of course... There, I and everyone I've ever been connected to, we're all there – One Being... I'm there at the same time, and Wie-the-Poo, and you, and even all the pets that once lived with us... I am there at once, and I am like me, and like you, and like all the pandas I have ever fucked, including those I fucked virtually... It's an amazing feeling, Pigletty...”

“God, how do you even live, being so complicated!” Pigletty exclaimed sincerely. “And what, can you even draw any conclusions from this?”

“I can... It just comes naturally... There's really no difference between us all... And there's no difference between Good and Evil, between Pain and Pleasure... There's no difference between life and death, between being and non-being...”

“And when you're having sex, all these questions kind of fade into the background?” – Pigletty smiled questioningly...

“Well, yeah, kind of…” Wie-the-Poo agreed and smiled too.

They both laughed, took a leak in the nearest bushes (Pigletty even took a shit at the same time), and went back to their laptops... Wie-the-Poo, as usual, went to fuck pandas, and Pigletty sat down to write a long and detailed letter to Pyuppa, a pink piglet he had taken a liking to recently, with detailed descriptions of the positions in which he dreamed of attaching her immortal soul to his piggy dick…



MokkoAnn
36 years old, Odessa...

The chick got so hot during the training session that she continued to masturbate in the general chat... )) Oh yes, we know how to turn girls on .!. )) Enjoy her intense orgasm with hot dirty talk and squirting... ))) Share, repost, subscribe, because Beauty will save the World, and a woman driven to the stage of animalistic passion is one of the most beautiful phenomena of living nature! )) Love and cherish Nature, yes! )))



Nadiukha is undoubtedly a complex creature with a delicate emotional makeup... She became terribly jealous of what she considered to be an overly long phone conversation that I dared to have with someone other than her; offended, she ran out into the night, bought herself an excessive amount of booze, which she immediately consumed and sank into a painful sleep... I was upset, bought too much too, consumed it too, while listening to my useless piano music... I think I even shed a few drunken tears...

The next morning, with a hangover, we fucked... At first, she pretended to be offended by me, but the G-spot massage did its job... My bitch got wet very quickly, after which I made her climb on top of me, put her hands behind her back, twisted her nipples with force, slapped her swaying big tits, and stuck my fingers in her mouth... In short, we both came quickly and, having discharged ourselves, continued our sluggish quarrel... But it didn't last long, as the children woke up and we had to put on a different show... After all, we are both against feeding our own children our shit...

“The shit of our ancestors” is perhaps one of the most horrible things on earth! The only thing more horrible than the shit of our ancestors is the idea imposed on representatives of so-called “traditional” civilizations from childhood that this shit must also be respected! To eat it with tablespoons, to smear it on ourselves from head to toe, as if it were myrrh; to feed it to our own babys, as if it were wine at church communion... Modern people no longer want such a life...

But to distract us from “harmful” thoughts that prevent us from continuing to obediently devour their shit, our godless ancestors invent wars, epidemics, because, in their opinion, we don't know the real problems, and “idle” thoughts, which can be indulged in peacetime, distract us from the task that our ancestors consider to be the main one: devouring their shit... ))

Meanwhile, it is they, our ancestors, who rebel against God and the Natural Course of Events, established by Him at the moment of the Big Bang... Yes, it is they who rebel against God, not us... Because our job is to procreate and multiply (the first commandment given to humans by God), which we do with due reverence and without complaining about our fate. The job of our ancestors is to die on time! But this is exactly what they do not want to accept, aggressively imposing on us their morally outdated, long-expired shit in the form of wars, epidemics, and even the modern state itself...



“There can be no other opinion here! People have become ugly, godless, and unnaturally long-lived!” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed in his heart. “In essence, we live in a world where the dead dictate their will to the living!”

“Maybe it's because Death really is higher than Life in status?” suggested Pigletty, who was in high spirits after the pink piggy Pyuppa had staged a violent orgasm with copious squirting in their private morning show...

“Look how cheerful you are!” thought Wie-the-Poo to himself. “One pig virtually fucked another, and immediately the acid-alkaline balance in both their brains improved!”

“I'm afraid you're right...” he said aloud instead of all this...


A brilliant self-service session from a beautiful mature bitch _Elena_Blonde_
Actress format – 45+...

After sticking a dildo in her ass, the girl takes out nipple and clit clamps and starts frantically pounding her cunt with her own fist, which she is famous for in many of her other performances...

She squirts violently a couple of times (also known as the Fountain of Love), and from her screams and shaking, it's clear that her emotions are completely genuine... After all, this isn't private, and the chick is really playing with herself, trying to give herself pleasure... Which, as we can see, she succeeds at... )))

Subscribe, share, repost, comment, and write whatever you want, because Beauty and a Sense of Humor will save the World, as Dostoevsky claimed... )) Actually, no, he didn't say anything about humor )) And that's a shame...))   



11. ON THE HARM of DRUNKENNESS, or A WHORE AS THE HIGHEST MAINIFESTATION OF WOMANHOOD...))

When I see how much my bitch excites other males, the first thing I feel is pride! Probably the leaders of the Forbes list feel the same way, realizing how much and how many simple people are excited by the size of their financial assets... )) Yes, of course, in this situation, I partly perceive my bitch as my property, but first, it only works in her favor; second, I am also her property to the same extent, with all my material and intellectual resources (and they are quite substantial)); Thirdly, this is how our relationship began (you can read more about this in our previous book, “The Naked Truth”), which ended in a happy and comfortable official marriage for both of us...

Yes, as one of our posters says (and we are indeed gradually turning into a brand with our own ideology and a host of related products (books, music projects, posters, calendars)), "Of course, a woman is first and foremost a sexual object! Smart women know this, skillfully use it, and... are happy! Stupid women argue with this and... are deeply unhappy..." And I really don't know any greater truth about the real relationship between the sexes... It's even scary to imagine how and in what areas women would realize themselves if they weren't attractive to men! )) But as it is, everything fits together perfectly in this ideally arranged world! One piece fits perfectly into another! ))

“Understand one simple thing, baby!” I once said to my significant other in all sincerity “A Master is not someone who hurts you! A Master is someone who takes full responsibility for you!” Those were difficult times for us...

Like many others at the time, we were exhausted by the COMMON-COLD-19 quarantine, when we and our three minor children suddenly found ourselves in a tin can, and we also lost the opportunity to work peacefully, that is, to broadcast our erotic streams... It was all the more upsetting because the whole world suddenly found itself in a tin can, and streams, like all other pornographic activities, suddenly became much more in demand! )) But no, instead of working, we had to turn on our computers mostly for remote school lessons, which, as many of us remember, looked like complete misery and a total fiasco for the entire education system... ))

In general, we somehow survived this nightmare, but something inside us broke... And my beloved gradually began to think that perhaps without me and my offsprings (yes, unfortunately, we don't have any babys together), she and her daughter might be better off... Having come to this conclusion, my bitch announced her decision to live separately, and I rented her an apartment in the so-called “new Moscow”...

For four months, I watched her streams every late evening; every morning, after taking “my” children to school, I would go to her place to stream together. It didn't always work out. Sometimes, when I arrived at her place around noon, I found her in a state that ruled out not only streaming together, but any communication at all... Simply put, almost every evening I watched remotely as she got drunk on camera, occasionally fucking herself with a dildo, shaking her bare tits in a dance, massaging her small but lustful clitoris with a vibrator with her legs spread wide apart, trying herself in the role of “mistress” or “depraved slut mom,” and her gaze becoming more and more clouded with each private session...

Finally, one day, in a weak voice and with a slurred tongue, she told me on the phone that she was going to call the police to take her to the hospital and have Ninka (her daughter, my stepdaughter) taken to an orphanage... "Please wait half an hour! I'll be right there!“ I said, and without waiting for a reply, I went to put on my shoes... In short, that day I took my ”troubled girl" home...



“Are you completely stupid?” asked Pigletty. “You had a real chance, but you didn't dump that crazy idiot again!”
“A master isn't someone who hurts others! A master is someone who takes responsibility for everything! That's the first thing... Secondly, she's not an idiot! She's the Best Bitch on the Net...” said Wie-the-Poo.



Aimee Hot MILF (aka AimeeParadise)
In private with own whore wife...…

My slut wife had a period of mental confusion when she decided to leave me for a while... ))) But since my silly girl doesn't know how to do anything seriously except webcam (at least, that's where her talent shines brightest), I had to fuck my bitch remotely for a while, to her slutty delight and, of course, as usual, at my own expense... Well, what else can you do if your wife is a fool, but this slut still always gets me hard? )) Anyway, my bitch came back to me, of course...)))

And in general, long live patriarchal values! Fuck emancipation in the cunt! )) A woman is first and foremost a sexual object! Smart women understand this and reap a lot of benefits from it... Stubborn fools argue with this and are deeply unhappy... But that's what they deserve, the fools...)))

A whore is the highest manifestation of womanhood .!. )) May Russia grow in talent, as Peter I once said...))

Share, repost, subscribe, for beauty and a sense of humor will save the world! And a woman who has discovered the Highest Nature of a Whore within herself, who, like a werewolf, can transform from a goddess, faithful wife, and caring mother into a crazed animal, sincerely howling at the top of her lungs from the tearing orgasms that tear her apart, is one of the most beautiful phenomena of the biosphere of our planet of monkeys .!. ))))

And in general, what could be more beautiful than an intelligent, refined, and highly educated mature woman, sincerely wiggling her pussy in front of the males who desire her?.. )) That's right, there is nothing more beautiful on earth!..



12. ABOUT TRADITIONAL VAlUES, CUNNING BUT CHARMING PIGS & DEVILS IN THE CUNT AND IN THE EYEs...))

“Have you ever heard of the Warlike Gopher, Pigletty?” Wie-the-Poo asked insinuatingly, with a conspiratorial tone.

“Should I have?” Pigletty tried to quip, still riding the wave of inspiration from his successful virtual encounter with his piggy...

“Well... How... We live in a free, fuck, world where no one owes anyone anything,” Wie-the-Poo muttered, just in case, some seemingly legitimate bullshit. “But still, have you heard of him or not?”

“Don't pressure me, Poo!” You're demanding clear answers to really difficult questions!“ Pigletty replied unexpectedly seriously. ”Are you manipulating me, your best friend?"   

“No one is manipulating you! Just say that you're afraid he'll hear us...”

“Who?” asked the cautious and prudent Pigletty, feigning incomprehension.
 
“Ha ha!” laughed Wie-the-Poo. “So now you're manipulating me?”
 
“What do you mean?”

“Well, you're good, law-abiding, not involved in anything, not noticed, loyal to the authorities, and I'm such a troublemaker, a liberal, an aggressive bear?”

“Come on, bitch, say it, say I'm a pig!” thought Pigletty, who was indeed mean at times, but Wie-the-Poo didn't tell him that so as not to stir up inter-species hostility. He remembered all too well last year's pig riot with their slogan that frightened everyone, “Pig Lives Matter!” He remembered that even Gopher himself had shamed them...

A cool autumn wind suddenly blew, and Pigletty, being a moody creature, decided to soften up unexpectedly... After all, yes, he was a bear, yes, he had a bear's face, but he was still a friend!

“No, I haven't,” he said in a conciliatory tone. “Why?” he asked, inviting his friend Wie-the-Poo to continue the conversation...



One of my favorite mature women, Syren de Mer, is forced by her two grown sons into group sex with them through a complex psychological maneuver...
 
The guys, with all their youthful ardor, lick their mother's pussy and fuck her in all three holes, and in the end, like true brothers, they cum on her face... )) In short, brilliant!

Long live forbidden secret fantasies! Because, strange as it may seem, they cleanse the brain for normal real life like a toilet brush - that, bitch, is the main secret of porn as an “ambulance” in our ugly “real” world.

No, but Syren is just a miracle of a good girl! How cool she is, with her low chest voice, howling in orgasm! A real Siren! You have to agree! )) And with obvious acting talent! Subscribe, share, repost, because Beauty and a Sense of Humor will save the World .!. ))



"...Once every 50-70 years, the Warlike Gopher appears in the world and, under the guise of protecting traditional values, brings people much grief and misery... He usually comes from the East and seems to be fighting the West, but in reality he is fighting himself and his own forest brotherhood... The main thing he fights against, truly sparing no one, is his own inferiority complex... All his life, he is haunted by the thought that he was born a gopher, not a bear... And he pretends to himself that he is a bear, sparing no one around him... But since the difference between a gopher and a bear is obvious to everyone, he reinterprets the whole world, declaring bears to be gophers and himself, a gopher, to be a bear!" Wie-the-Poo finally finished and sighed...

“Oh,” thought Pigletty to himself with annoyance, “how right Pig Mom was when she said that compassion is a direct path to Hell! Why did I let him speak up?”

“No, I've never heard of anything like that!” he exclaimed aloud with a smile, as innocently as only pigs can, and, citing a pile of things to do, he quickly said goodbye and trotted off...

Wie-the-Poo, upset by his friend's lack of understanding, suddenly felt an urgent desire to virtually fuck some new panda as hard and fast as possible...



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13. WORMS OF DOUBT AND THE SEARCH FOR HARMONY...


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“Why do you find that strange?” asked Pigletty.

“Well... I don't know... When I was a kid, I was taught something different...” Wie-the-Poo said uncertainly.

“When you were a kid...” Pigletty mimicked him and continued, “When you were a kid, you were taught that storks bring babies, and some people find them in cabbage patches, and everyone used to think that the earth was flat...”

“That's true,” Wie-the-Poo agreed, "but there's something strange about it. As a child, I believed that my birth was not accidental, that I was needed in this world for some reason, since I was brought into it. I thought that the world, or God, whatever you want to call it, allowed me to be born because it needed my help..."

“Look at you, you fucking benefactor!” exclaimed Pigletty. “You're nothing but a hero, a doer of good deeds...”

“Yeah, right...” Wie-the-Poo smiled too.

“Don't get upset before it's time! Maybe that's how it is!” Pigletty decided to che er up his friend. From time to time, he wasn't such a pig, depending on his mood and the weather.

“I thought I would become a great writer and lead the Spiritual Revolution across the land! But instead, I'm just the High Priest of the Church of My Panda's Cunt...” sighed Wie-the-Poo.
 
“Do you think Hold-me isn't beautiful enough for that, that she's not worthy?” asked Pigletty, catching his friend off guard.

“No, of course not! I've been looking for this bitch my whole life, and until I found her, I couldn't calm down, knowing that no, I hadn't met her yet. And when I met her, I had no doubt then and I have no doubt now that she is the one!”
“So what's wrong now?” smiled Pigletty.

“I'm not sure that I'm leading my own revolution, and not someone else's... I'm not sure that someone isn't using me for their own purposes, passing off someone else's ‘me’ as my own...”

“You're digging deep, Wie-the-Poo... It's pointless...” Pigletty shrugged and, patting his friend on the shoulder, suddenly asked, “Do you have to get up early tomorrow?”

“Well, no, not necessarily...”

“Then let's go to the store...”

They both laughed…



* * *
Fate didn't like Nadyukha,
Fate didn't like me...
We're sad... Our arguments, fuck it,
about who the True “I” is...))

I won't hide it, we are very similar,
zodiacally identical...
But no, we are not the same,
it's just that OUR “I” is two-faced...))

But our “I”s are secondary
in relation to the Higher Spheres...
When we are together, everything is logical...))
When apart, everything is a chimera...((

Let's leave all doubts behind,
we are a COMMON Poem!..)) ..))



Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...))

* * *
Fate underloved Nadyukha,
Fate underloved me too, it's true…
We grieve… Our squabbles, damn it, who
Holds the True "I," the real view…))

I won't deny, we're quite alike,
Zodiacally identical, near…
But no, we're not the same, strike,
But simply OUR "I" is insincere…))

But simply our "I"s are secondary
In relation to Higher Spheres above…
When we're together – all is legendary…))
When separate, all's a chimera of love…((

Let's leave behind all hesitation,
We're a COMMON Poem's creation!..))



Original poem in Russian…

* * *
Судьбо недолюбил Надюху,
Судьбо недолюбил меня…
Грустим… Разборки наши, сцуко,
о том, кто Истинное «Я»…))

Не скрою, мы весьма похожи,
зодиакально идентичны…
Но нет, мы – не одно и то же,
но просто НАШЕ «Я» – двулично…))

Но просто наши «я» вторичны
по отношенью к Высшим Сферам…
Когда мы вместе – всё логично…))
Когда отдельно, всё – химера…((

Давай оставим все сомненья,
мы – ОБЩЕЕ Стихотворенье!..))



14. NOAH, ADAM, THE END OF THE WORLD AND THE PRE-ETERNAL CUNT…))


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“I will change the whole world! I'm sure of it! And my panda is stupid! That's normal! After all, there is no prophet in his own land, as the great Lenin said!” Wie-the-Poo suddenly exclaimed and even jumped up a little, heated up by his own manic phase of depression...

“Mmm...” muttered Pigletty, trying to show some kind of participation...



For many years, I didn't exactly dream about the end of the world, but internally I was constantly preparing for it... I gathered bits and pieces of information that I considered important from various fields of human knowledge; I read books on philosophy and esotericism, physics and cosmology, architecture, science and technology; and even some brochures with recommendations on how to behave in extreme conditions, and, of course, on history in general and art history in particular... I did this with one simple goal in mind... It seemed to me that the End of the World in its current form was inevitable, and only the best would survive, led by, excuse me, me... )) And then, like Adam or Noah, we would have to recreate the world anew, as has surely happened to humanity more than once... And in order to rebuild it more or less tolerably, we need knowledge — it's that simple... ))

My school years spanned the entire 1980s; I started school in 1980, graduated in 1990, and enrolled in the philology department at Leninsky Pedagogical University... All this time, we lived with the feeling that a nuclear war could break out at any moment... Now that it really could start at any minute, at over 50 years old, I don't give a damn, because I stopped fearing death a long time ago, just as I stopped loving life itself a long time ago, no longer perceiving it as something indisputably and absolutely beautiful. As for children and other people in general, to me, an old solipsist, it's not at all obvious that they all actually exist, and not just in my head... )) Back then, it wasn't like that... I was young, had an extraordinary thirst for life and self-confidence... In 7th grade, I wanted to collect signatures “for peace” from random passers-by, but the project didn't work out...

But somewhere in the middle of my penultimate year of school, that is, in the winter of 1988, I began to pray daily before bed for the salvation of the world, kneeling and placing my folded palms against my chin... It's hard to say whether my sincere youthful prayers had any effect on the situation — I say this because, according to my convictions, I am first and foremost a solipsist — but one way or another, the threat of nuclear war receded for almost forty years...

Then this amusing fuss began with the Mayan prophecy... )) More precisely, the media artificially inflated the frenzy because the calendar ended in December 2012... And again, everyone was waiting for the end of the world... And again, I read and read books with complete confidence that I and others like me would survive, and we would have to rebuild the world... Completely from scratch...

Without electricity, without medicine, with a constant struggle against other crazed and aggressive survivors who would inevitably encroach on the resources and well-being of our post-apocalyptic settlement, also known as the Center of New Civilization... But even then, the end of the world did not come... ))



“So you're saying that now it has come, just not in the way everyone expected?” Pigletty smiled.

“Well, basically, yes... And I am indeed building a new world on the ruins of the old one, despising the shit of my ancestors and looking optimistically to the future!” Wie-the-Poo proclaimed quite confidently.

“And what kind of world is that? A world where no one is seriously engaged in anything but sex?” Pigletty laughed again.

“A world where no one is engaged in anything but Love!” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed. “You always confuse God's gift with scrambled eggs!”

“Well, well,” snorted Pigletty, “and in the end, everyone will have a Supreme Orgasm!” And he laughed loudly, scratching his butt at the same time.
 
“Well, yes...” confirmed Wie-the-Poo, “What's wrong with that?..”!



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15. FASCISM & WILD SLUTTY DANCING...))

“And it just so happened that their cunning plan was destined to come to fruition!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo.

“What do you mean?” asked Pigletty politely, for the sake of propriety.
“At the very beginning of Gopher's reign, everyone seemed to be perfectly normal people who understood that the most important things in life were family and peace, when on holidays or weekends everyone gathered around a large table and were simply quietly happy, engaging in relaxed and, in essence, non-committal, unhurried conversation...” The elders recalled past exploits, the young people playfully and slightly aggressively asked silly questions — in a word, everything was fine. In art, anything goes, just like in sex, if it suits everyone involved in the process. The best art is avant-garde, because the path is the main thing, and it is the avant-garde that has always led people forward, toward something new that was once obvious to everyone as an end in itself...

Not everyone immediately recognized gopher as Gopher... Somehow, everyone was sure that after so much shit that had been swallowed by many generations, it would be impossible to repeat the same madness that had long since pissed everyone off... But it turned out that everyone was wrong... It turned out that the shit of our ancestors was much stronger and more pungent than everyone thought... Gradually, portraits of Gopher appeared on the walls of the offices of lower-level officials, although no one forced anyone to do so at first... The avant-garde was recognized as liberal heresy, giving way to idiotic detective stories and primitive melodramas for the masses... Music became “singing cowards” or impotent protest rap by some stoned people who could barely turn their tongues... And when a couple of generations grew up on this cultural faeces, sincerely believing that the existing state of affairs was the only possible version of reality, Gopher, who by that time had become the nation's beloved leader, showed his true colours and... started the War…” Wie-the-Poo sighed heavily...   

“Wait...” Pigletty stopped his restless friend. “Who exactly do you consider to be the masses?”

“Well,” Wie-the-Poo was momentarily taken aback, "they're people who don't care about anything except satisfying their own physiological needs, who are incapable of independent and critical thinking, who blindly believe everything they hear and see from the media serving the authorities, who are uneducated, aggressive, self-confident for no reason, thinking in ready-made samples, as if they were the embodiment of their ancestors' shit, as if they were their ancestors themselves; such as fecaloids, seemingly consisting entirely of morally outdated shit, incapable of perceiving beauty, impervious to Bach's music, giving a fuck about Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, and so on... – Wie-the-Poo sighed again, – And so I don't understand what sense or use there is in them! In the past, when robotics was not sufficiently developed and there was no acceptable level of automation in production, they were needed to work in plants and factories, cultivate fields, harvest crops, and so on... But that was in the past... And now, what are they all for? To ruin my life?

“Hmm... You're a fascist, buddy! Or maybe even worse than that—a nationalist!” You'll soon be saying that bears are cooler than pigs! – Pigletty was indignant. – We've known each other since childhood, and you've always been a bit strange! I don't even know where all this comes from. Where is the source of your worries? Maybe you should see a psychologist?

“Uh-huh...” Wie-the-Poo smiled bitterly, "to the fuckerist... Maybe it's better to just turn myself in to the police? You see, Pigletty, I just don't like it when the very fact of my existence is ignored...
After all, what distinguishes the intelligentsia from the masses?
"Well, well, what is it, Mr. Philosopher?” Pigletty teased his friend in a friendly manner.

“The intelligentsia never ignored the common people. On the contrary, it always reached out to them, wanted to teach them something, tried to understand their inner workings. The whole revolution was once built on making life better for the common people. But the commoners never reciprocated the intelligentsia's feelings. On the contrary, they always betrayed her, because the only thing they were seriously interested in was rape the mistress and burning down the estate, and then sobering up the next day and scratching their heads, and even then without any remorse...

“Yeah... I see you don't like the common people very much...” grunted Pigletty.
Wie-the-Poo was silent for a moment, then put his paw on his friend's shoulder and said:

“You've heard the saying, ‘Give them an inch, they'll take a mile!’? That's why I don't like any of them...”

“Ah, I see, I see, I see...” laughed Pigletty. “Mr. Philosopher is seeking justice! And he believes, you Jewish bastard, that he alone knows what is just and what is not... Funny, funny…”

They both fell silent again. After a short pause, Wie-the-Poo raised his head again and said quietly but confidently:

“The thing is, I am me, and you are you... You simply shouldn't exist at all...”
“Are you saying that I shouldn't exist?”

“No, no!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo. "I'm talking about ‘you’ as a substance, as a concept, as the very concept of a ‘second person’...
"Of course! Only Jewish faces like yours should remain in the world!” Pigletty suddenly took offense.

“I didn't say that!”

“You'd better never say anything at all!” Pigletty grumbled, abruptly getting up from the bench. “That's it, we'll talk tomorrow, I'm swamped with work today!”
Wie-the-Poo sat alone in the autumn park for a long time. It was damp and cloudy. Both outside and inside... Finally, looking around and making sure that there was no one else in the park but him, he took his laptop out of his backpack...



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16. ON LYING TO YOURSELf AND SEXUAL “VIOLENCE” BY MUTUAl CONSENT...))


Well, of course, when my bitch wasn't yet fully my bitch, but was a webcam girl from “somewhere else” whom I liked to subject to all kinds of erotic psychological training (in a good way) or, to put it simply, submissive sessions, our relationship was more transparent and pure...

We played “start-stop,” and the distant and then still foreign chick, at my command, at the very peak of passion, abruptly took the dildo out of her pussy, took it in her mouth, and, kneeling down, put her hands behind her back...

Her vagina, once again deprived of orgasm by me at the last moment, ached sweetly and slightly painfully, and my virtual slut's pelvis literally shook... Then I gave the “start” command again, and Nadyukha (however, at that time she had not yet revealed her name to me) began to pound herself with the dildo again, simultaneously rubbing her small but very sensitive and lustful clitoris... As soon as she approached another peak, the command “stop” followed, and again the dildo ended up in her mouth like a gag, and my bitch obediently pulled her hands back... )) In the end, I “allowed” her to cum, and she quite sincerely shook her whole body in a very intense orgasm... After that, having virtually fucked each other, we usually continued to write to each other for a while, just “for life,” and said goodbye very touchingly and tenderly until the next time... And yes, our relationship was, from my point of view, perfect... After all, all of us men would ideally prefer a succubus to a demanding and stifling bitch who drills her “Master's” brain from morning till night with some ridiculous complaints and completely absurd, unrealistic desires... )) Then she became my wife... Yes, it happens... ))

I was a widower with two small babys, whom, by some divine miracle, I managed to send to their grandparents' dacha for a week... At that time, I was driving a VAZ-21-14, which I perceived as a kind of mystical demotion after the untimely demise of my Renault Logan as a result of an oil leak in the rare 40-degree frost in the Moscow region...

I myself nearly died that winter day because I waited too long for the tow truck, and the temperature in the car with a dead engine quickly dropped to the same level as outside... I had already recalled two similar stories on this theme (Andersen's “The Little Match Girl” and Dostoevsky's “The Boy at Christ's Christmas Tree”) and, following the example of the heroes of these works, was already preparing for a warm reunion with my late grandmother when the tow truck finally arrived... )) After selling the Logan with a dead engine, I bought a Zhiguli; naturally, I didn't have enough money for anything else... ))) Yes, the 21-14 is a relatively good car; unlike the simple “nine,” it already has an injector, electric windows, and even heated front seats, but I still felt like a former officer demoted to private...

In this silver “21-14” (all my cars are always either white or silver, although that's not the point) I drove up early one August morning to the minibus stop in what was then still Ukraine, where my future fourth wife arrived; my sweet submissive, my bitch, my bitch, my girl... “from someone else's forest”...))

I won't say that we went straight to bed when she came to my place... No, first we had some coffee... )) But an hour and a half after our first “real” meeting, Nadyukha sat her pussy on my freshly shaved dick in a cowgirl position... And as soon as that happened, I—oh my God! felt as if I had been wandering around on some complicated and meaningless journeys, and only now had I finally found my way home...

Two days later, I made her an offer... No, not that I asked her to marry me, but I suggested that she move in with me along with her younger daughter, Ninka... My chick didn't take time to think like some coy fool, and immediately agreed... )) After that, we went back to the bedroom, and I finally managed to fill her hospitable vagina with sperm in the doggystyle position, thus sealing our marriage contract... ))

Yes, on the first day, despite all the mutual excitement, I didn't manage to cum with her... Two months earlier, I had actually been Circumcised (as I had been planning to do for a long time, spending the money I had earned from writing music for the Spasskaya Tower military brass band festival) and while my “tower” was healing, I didn't masturbate once... That's how it happens... Long abstinence leads to two possible outcomes: either you come in three seconds, like a boy, or you can't come at all... On the third day of my return to the ranks of sexually active males, my “tower” finally reached its design capacity and regained its former glory... ))

It turned out that circumcision kind of reset all my previous experience, and after upgrading my dick, in a sense, Nadyukha became my first woman, remaining the only one to this day...))



“Do you yourself believe what you're saying?” laughed Hold-me, mechanically wiping her crotch with a wet wipe...
“Holly, why do you think I come to you in the first place?” Wie-the-Poo smiled in turn.
“What an incorrigible Jewish face! He's answering a question with a question again!” thought Hold-me, but asked aloud, “Well, why?”
“So that at least here I don't lie to myself...”



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17. EVERYTHING CAN BE USED AGAINST YOU…))


Perhaps life as a natural phenomenon would not be so irrevocably and utterly terrible if it weren't for a certain worm in people's heads that compels them, time and time again, almost without pause, to commit some kind of dramatic stupidity, giving rise to more and more chaos, events that are completely meaningless and terrible, albeit vivid in their ontological fucked-upness...
But it has been this way since the time of the first female betrayal, carried out by the curious and adventurous Eve, that the Worm has existed for as long as Man himself, apparently being an integral part of him... I will say more, it does not live in everyone's heads... ))

For some, it stirs in their pussy, pushing otherwise decent chicks into unnecessary and ugly adventures; for others, it itches between the glans and the foreskin (which, incidentally, may be one of the meanings of circumcision))) — but one way or another, in order for the world to keep turning, it is necessary to maintain a sufficient level of schizophrenia and hysteria in people's minds and hearts...

Sator arepo tenet opera rotas, fuck... – says the famous ancient Roman palindrome... In order for the wheels to turn, the Sower must be kept on the verge of self-destructive, and sometimes even suicidal, madness... ))

After all, it would seem that everyone wants Happiness – and in its extreme manifestation, Happiness is Infinite Orgasm – but they constantly perform actions that, at best, lead to what is known in BDSM aesthetics as “orgasm deprivation,” or even to endless and infinitely acute ‘pain’ and other “humiliations”... ))

So it is with Nikolai Stavrogin in Dostoevsky: he starts with the idea of total freedom, but comes to understand the necessity of total dictatorship... So it is with the Warlike Gopher: he starts with a dream of a harmonious and lasting peace, but comes to the inevitability of war... It doesn't matter what the Sower feels or dreams about... What matters is that the Wheels keep turning... It is the rotation of the Wheels that is the necessary Constant of Being, and the harvest from the seeds sown by the Sower is just an insignificant, though sometimes cool, side effect... ))

We want happiness for ourselves, our children, our family and friends, but the meaning of life is that suffering never ends...

« Anything you say
can be used against you! »

Any action you take will lead to new pain... However, inaction will too, and perhaps even sooner... )) If you decide to take your own life, it will only make things worse... You will inevitably be brought back here, and your new incarnation will be even more terrible, just as escaping from prison will only increase your sentence and make the conditions in the colony even harsher...

“So what next?” asked Pigletty, not really knowing what to say...
“I don't know myself...” Wie-the-Poo spread his arms, "It just pisses me off sometimes that against the backdrop of all this, ‘they’ still go on about how it's not good to use profanity in everyday speech, that it's not Christian...
“Yeah, it's not Christian...” agreed Pigletty, “Christian means burning dissenters at the stake or drowning them in the river, so as not to spill blood in the process of killing them...”

Wie-the-Poo looked at his friend in surprise... “Did he have a fight with his pig?” he wondered.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Pigletty smiled. “Do you think you're the only one who thinks deeply, you Jewish bastard?” He addressed his friend affectionately. “It's just that not all thoughts need to be voiced, I swear on my hooves...” You talk about the absurdity of any actions, and at the same time, you constantly complain about the imperfection of the world.
“I don't know, maybe you're right, Pigletty... Hold-me also constantly shuts me up...” Wie-the-Poo smiled, recalling the details of their last virtual encounter.
“She's right!” Pigletty chimed in. “What are chicks for anyway? To fuck them, feed them, and provide for! And why feed and provide for them? Right! So you have something to do until you die! When your paws are busy, your head is calmer! Everyone knows that!”

After that, they were silent for a while. Finally, Wie-the-Poo broke the silence again:

“Listen, by the way, did you get your mobilization draft notice?”
“Are you stupid? Pigs are exempt!” Pigletty declared proudly. “What about you?”
“No, not yet... Basically, I've a honey-addiction... I don't know, maybe this circumstance will save me from mobilization...” Wie-the-Poo shrugged.
“God willing!” Pigletty smiled again and cleared his throat. “By the way, if I weren't a pig, I might have volunteered! It's cool, you know, to crush rats legally! Normally it's a crime, but in war it's a heroic deed!”

“Yeah, yeah...” Wie-the-Poo agreed. "And you can also, quietly, rape the enemy's piggys sometimes. I might have gone too, if I loved shit more than honey... By the way, I really do sometimes think about gathering my strength and checking myself into a honey rehabilitation center somewhere, maybe they can cure me of my addiction... I'm sick of living with this… Everyone around me eats shit and doesn't give a damn, but I have nothing but problems with my honey...
“Exactly,” Pigletty agreed, “it's about time. We're not young bears anymore, it's time to think about our health at our age!”

“Maybe, maybe...” Wie-the-Poo said automatically, while a poem suddenly popped into his head:

It's so scary to live, my dear wife...
As if everything that exists is just a dream and a delusion...
As if we are still there,
in the last seconds of Paradise,
and every moment is very precious... ))

Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...))

So scary to live, my dear wife, it's true…
As if all that exists is just a dream, a haze…
As if we're still right there,
in Paradise's last seconds, me and you,
and every final moment we embrace…))

Original poem in Russian…

Так страшно жить, жена моя родная…
Как будто всё, что есть – лишь сон и морок…
Как будто всё ещё мы там,
в последние секунды Рая,
и каждый миг последний очень дорог… ))



18. GREBENSCHIKOV, TARKOVSKY AND THE WATER CLOSET…


“My job is simple, I look at the light...” Boris Grebenshchikov once did sing at the dawn of my hazy youth. Basically, I end up doing the same thing... ))
On weekdays, I start looking at the light at exactly 7:02 a.m...

Once, in my second youth, I was fascinated by esotericism, mysticism, occultism, and numerology, among other things, and since then I have always set my alarm clock so that the sum of the digits of the time it is set to equals “nine,” that is, the number of Transition, “a comma with a hole” and all that...
 
During the winter months, my “simple” job is, of course, slightly more difficult. I have to feel my way carefully so as not to wake my wife, get to the balcony, and turn on the table lamp there before reading the “shma” and smoking my first cigarette of the day on an empty stomach.

Then, on the way to the bathroom, I have to wake up my teenage son, announcing that he has five minutes to get ready to wake up completely while I take a contrast shower. After this procedure, which takes about five minutes, I have to immediately turn on the TV in the kitchen and, to the accompaniment of news about the war (oh, Orwell!), put breakfast for my teenager in the microwave—for example, corn on the cob and some chicken strips—and start the coffee machine... It is also necessary to put cat food in bowls for Sarah and Opera, who are already meowing unambiguously, as if in greeting, having taken their places in the cat dining room, that is, on the windowsill, so as not to cross paths with the huge black dog Charlie while eating...

After that, while breakfast is heating up, I need to check how seriously the teenager took my words about being ready to wake up in five minutes... )) If everything is fine, breakfast is ready, and the teenager has indeed gone to wash and brush his teeth, I can pour myself some coffee from the coffee machine and go back to the balcony to smoke my second cigarette of the day...

Then begins the most pointless period of the morning, when you have to check on your teenager every three to five minutes to make sure that everything is going according to plan: breakfast is being consumed at cruising speed, no one is distracted by games or videos on their smartphone, the school backpack is packed properly, the gym uniform is not forgotten, the absence of which always results in an unconditional “F.”

As a rule, it is precisely at this already hectic time that my wife wakes up, Ninka wakes up (she is homeschooled, so she goes to school a little later); there is a lot of commotion in the hallway, aggravated by the huge black dog Charlie rushing between us all (his massive claws clatter loudly on the laminate flooring as he rushes around), nervously awaiting his morning walk... When we are sober, Nadya always walks him, and when we are drunk, I do it with my eyes closed...

Charlie, of course, prefers to walk with “mommy.” They walk around the neighborhood for a long time, including several courtyards of nearby houses, where he is allowed to play with other dogs, or even visit the dog park. With me, the arrangement is more strict. We go out purely to “do business” while I smoke two or three cigarettes, and if I see another dog in the distance, I immediately take Charlie in the other direction, saying, “No, you can't, bad boy...” However, most dog owners behave this way early in the morning. But if there is no real hope of a walk with “mom,” Charlie is happy with this arrangement... ))

Finally, somewhere around nine o'clock, the teenagers leave for school, my wife goes for a walk with our big black dog, and I finally turn on the computer, having smoked five cigarettes in just over an hour, nervously wondering why everyone is taking so long to get ready... ))

“My job is simple, I look at the light...” Boris Borisych once did sing. But, for example, Alexander, the main character in Tarkovsky's film “The Sacrifice” (one of my favorite movies, by the way), said that the most important thing in life is ritual. “Just take a glass of water and pour it into the toilet every morning!” he explained to his little son, who was temporarily mute. “But make sure you do it every morning at the same time!”

As the masses like to repeat on any occasion, “I hear you...”

Regardless of what big plans I have for the day, it always starts with posting a couple of updates in several VK communities... One is Nadia's personal private erotic page with 10,000 subscribers (the maximum number possible for a personal account), another is her public, albeit “18+” community with 20,000 fans (there are no restrictions on the number of members in communities), and, of course, my favorite brainbaby of recent months, the electronic magazine “Homo Fucking,” where I and several other editors appointed by me publish a shitload of private and professional photos and videos — both from well-known labels (because it's not prohibited on VK), as well as from ordinary users who like to pose naked (well, who doesn't like that!) and who constantly send their very, very spicy material to the community's private messages.

In this same electronic magazine, I publish articles devoted to fucking in psychological, historical, and sometimes philosophical aspects. There, I also publish cult BDSM films with the best actresses of this genre, carefully translated by Yandex: Siren de Mer, Veronica Avluv, Simone Sonay, Dee Williams (wife of the famous porn director Matt Williams), Catherine de Sade, and many, many more...

Yes, my water, which I pour into the water closet of the world every morning with due reverence, is clean, bitch, like a “Komsomol girl's tear,” and delicious and intoxicating, like heather honey, or even like soma... )) My work is simple... I look at the Light...



Wiwjendecor
private-notes-1...

The Training a Baltic MILF
in the decor of a medieval castle …))

We present to your close attention this “feathered wonder”...)) A funny girl from our former Soviet Baltic states...

She lives as a recluse in some Estonian or Latvian village; she sincerely longs for the big stage, for real theater, and in general for a life when art was valued, and many of today's crazy people were not considered crazy, but rather the creative elite of society...

In general, it's all sad and not for everyone, but... I still got a lot of – again, AESTHETIC – pleasure... ))) After all, what could be more beautiful than an intelligent, refined, and highly educated mature woman, sincerely teasing the males who desire her?.. )) That's right, there is nothing more beautiful on earth!

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19. ABOUT CONTEMPORARY EDUCATION, THE PULSE OF LIFE, CREDITS, AND PRISON...))

The teenager couldn't pass a short but very stupid and difficult social studies test. His older sister, an art student, came to visit and sat down to help her brother. The result: three correct answers out of five. A couple of hours later, when I had a free moment, I sat down to help too. The result: two correct answers out of five... We went over it three times, with the same result...

The test was about the difference between legal and moral norms. Some things had to be assigned to one of two categories, and some to both... The result was the same: no one in our family understands anything about this... )) But our dad is a fucking composer, arranger, writer... But teenager”s older sister is an artist. And he is a promising young guitarist: He can play complex compositions by The Beatles and Sir Paul McCartney, powerful riffs from AC/DC, although sometimes I don't disdain Kino and Agatha Christie...

Maybe talented people don't need to understand everything? )) Maybe it's all just talentless cinema for faceless and easily influenced cattle? Maybe, just as every nation has the government it deserves, everyone watches the cinema they really deserve? )) Questions, questions, questions... ))

In general, in proportion to the decline in discipline and the level of teachers in schools, the school curriculum has become extremely complicated. We learned much more difficult things than our parents, whose school curriculum by today's standards was “don't kick a man when he's down,” and our babys are being taught much more difficult things than we were...

And this is despite the fact that, unlike our Soviet school, there is always noise and commotion in class, no one listens to the teachers, for which everyone regularly gets “F's,” but the teacher continues to pretend (at least to himself) that he is really teaching his students something... And this is despite the fact that most people are seriously destined to be couriers and loaders in chain supermarkets or “fetch and carry” at ozon or wildberries delivery points... And this is despite the fact that most people are destined to live completely meaningless and very boring lives, and all that is seriously required of them is to take out loans more often so that, burdened by them, they don't get out of hand and dare to consider themselves, God forbid, free people who have the right to determine their own future...



A wild, unrestrained gangbang of students
led by the sexy professor
Jessiсa Drake .!.))

The temperamental bitch Jessica — she often produces herself — can't let go of the school theme... And with great depth, I must say, penetrating the most acute problems of modernity and the modern education system... )) It's clear that the chick has been through a lot... )) Well, yes, this is grotesque in the extreme... Personally, I perceive such videos as something akin to Bosch, but with an adjustment for our difficult times... ))

The pathos of this picture is as clear and simple as a baby's tear: Why bother with all this morally outdated bullshit, which neither the students nor the Teacher believe in deep down, when you can do something really interesting instead? When you can really feel the confident Pulse of Life, beating with the pure spring water of True Being?.. Why not throw all this moral crap imposed on us from outside to hell and engage in a sharp, soul-shaking group sex with your students (both boys and girls)?! ))

Yes, such emotions are only available to the most courageous and select! But Jessica is one of those! No wonder the bitch has the same last name as the most famous pirate of the Middle Ages! That's Jack Sparrow for you, fuck you, my dears! )))



“You see, Pigletty, perhaps the main universal mistake is that everyone clings too much to life... It even makes me laugh sometimes... Well, it's like offering a convict parole and suddenly encountering his protest! Like, no, I don't want to be free, boss! I want to keep eating shit in prison! )) And if everyone were smarter and understood that the whole so-called “real world” is just a heavy, painful dream, and that true life lies beyond its limits, then all this shit that surrounds us — in the form of, for example, the State as such — would have no chance of existing at all...

“How is that possible?” Pigletty smiled.
“Well, it's like with loans!” Wie-the-Poo smiled in turn. "Debt collectors come to you by mistake and say, ‘You owe us, fuck you!’ And you say to them, 'I didn't take anything from you, guys, really! Please double-check your database!“ They double-check, shrug their shoulders, and say, ”Hmm... Fuck... Hmm, well, yes, you're right! It was a mistake!" And... they leave with nothing...
“Ha-ha! You will drink of the river of your pleasures!” exclaimed Pigletty and laughed quite loudly.

“That's what I'm doing!” smiling at his own resourcefulness, Wie-the-Poo patted his friend on the shoulder...
“Hmm... Well, basically, that's what Christ taught...” the piglet suddenly demonstrated the depth of his knowledge.

“Yeah, right, he taught and taught, but he didn't teach us anything!” Wie-the-Poo smiled again. “Apparently, it was very noisy in the classroom that day, and no one heard the Teacher... Everyone was on their phones, was fighting in the shooting range-game...”



20. DEATH AS THE ULTIMATE PLEASURE AND THE PANTIES IN THE TEETH...))

Somewhere around my senior years of high school, that is, towards the end of the eighties, it became absolutely clear that the world in its current form was completely unsatisfactory, unacceptable, ugly, hopeless, and thoroughly deceitful. And these were—I don't know whether fortunately or unfortunately—not only my feelings. I would come home from school, lie down for about an hour, and, staring intently at the ceiling, find myself in a state of complete prostration, deeply struck—or rather, crushed—by the total meaninglessness of existence and the complete hopelessness of the general situation...

From confidential conversations with my close friend and classmate Bashmakov, who later became a colonel in the FSB, it became clear that I was not alone in my thoughts and conclusions... But what about Bashmakov and me, two tremulous young men, eager, due to our tender age, to discover the deepest secrets of the universe! The feeling of deadlock was common to most generations...

Somewhere, the benevolent sun, once favorable to us all, had disappeared, which stimulated the cheerful smiles of pioneers in their parade uniforms, white shirts, and scarlet ties fluttering in the warm, gentle breeze, and was replaced by Chernobyl and prolonged acid rain, leaving bright green streaks around the edges of puddles... And then came the Ruddy Hamster with his cunning Shinshilla, who also quickly became the leader of the nation, because most people are impressionable weaklings who desperately need someone to lean on...

The Ruddy Hamster really did win people over at first... He wasn't shy about speaking his mind, and although he spoke illiterately and primitively, he spoke a lot, quickly, and, most importantly, immediately; that is, without hesitation or doubt... )) And very quickly and immediately, the little that was still relatively solid was also completely swept away by the avalanche-like Perestroika, like Japanese paper houses swept away in an instant by a merciless tsunami...

But at first, everyone was thrilled... It seemed to everyone that this was nothing less than a Holy War against the “shit of our ancestors,” which had thoroughly pissed everyone off... But it soon became clear that the opposite was true... What we all wanted to perceive as OUR offensive and our final victorious “Berlin operation” turned out to be a rematch between Shit and the disgustingly smelly Restoration of his dictatorship...

The unprincipled White Guard scum was declared the conscience of the nation and almost Warriors of Light or even Knights of the Round Table, while the dim-witted, neurotic Nicholas II, with a clear penchant for sadism (as evidenced by his hunting diaries) and obvious signs of moral degeneration on his face, Nicholas II, who pissed off everyone from the working class and peasants to his own inner circle long before the February Revolution, was proclaimed a Christian martyr, a lamb of God who was slaughtered, who died a heroic death in the name of his people...

The Church, which had been sitting quietly in its red corner, sniffling into its shitty handkerchief, not interfering with people's peaceful lives in those days when the sun was shining on us, suddenly raised its head... ))


 
“Tell me, my friend Pigletty, how do you feel when you make judgments?” asked Wie-the-Poo.
“What do you mean?” Pigletty looked at him in surprise.
"Well, you do it for a reason! I mean, you express yourself! There must be some biochemical reason for our expressions! Well, some kind of physically pleasant stimulation of some part of the cerebral cortex! Or something like that! Well, like, something bright flashes there, and my heart feels warmer! Like, I'm not a piece of shit like all of you, but a smart and handsome guy!
“Oh, you mean that...” Pigletty said slowly, "No, I never think about that at all. I'm just saying whatever pops into my head!
"Well, think about it! I think we express ourselves and make judgments precisely because, at the level of internal biochemical processes, it gives us some kind of physiologically comfortable impulse!
"Oh, like when you're jerking off?” Pigletty laughed.
“Well, maybe something like that, yes...” Wie-the-Poo agreed. “Or remember that example from biology class, about the experiment with the rat that had an electrode connected to its pleasure center and was shown where to press with its paw to get the impulse...”
“I remember something like that...” Pigletty frowned slightly. “And then what?”
"Nothing, the rat died of Enjoyment... It couldn't eat or drink, it just kept pressing the button with its paw to feel happy... And it overheated, in short, its nervous system...
“So what's your point?” Pigletty suddenly frowned.
“Just saying. Maybe that's how it is with our judgments...”
“Come on, Wie-the-Poo! What are you talking about? Those are rats, and we're pigs!” exclaimed the piglet.
“Ha-ha!” Wie-the-Poo chuckled, “Pigs, maybe! You say yourselves that you even have reservations! But what about the rest?”
“The rest, you mean all those Jewish faces, right?” Pigletty teased his friend and slapped him conspiratorially on the shoulder.
Wie-the-Poo also patted Pigletty on the shoulder in a friendly manner, thinking to himself: “Hmm, it must be cool to be a pig! Then you wouldn't be afraid of the Warlike Gopher or the Rosy Hamster! As they say, Don't be born pretty, but be born with a cool ID-kitty”...))



TigerToxic
Private recordings-2...
 
Dildo in her pussy, panties in her teeth,
vagina on camera, and more...!
Morning super show
from Svetka-Konfetka (Candy-Brightgirl)…))

A mind-blowing sex performance by the flexible and very temperamental mature woman Svetka-Konfetka... I wanted to chat with her privately yesterday, but the chick saw in my profile that I have a reputation as a user who “leaks” show recordings, much to your delight...)) She cursed me out good and, in short, we didn't go private... But... thank God, I know that any woman as such is a contradictory creature and, at her core, quite mercenary...)) This morning came, and I thought, let me do without private chat, but still make this bitch do what I want to see her do — only not in private chat, but right in the open chat, stupidly using her own “menu” according to her price list (it will even be cheaper!). And—oh, miracle! (as, indeed, “miracles don't happen”)—I succeeded!!!
Gradually, other guys with tokens joined in, and in the end, we all had a lot of fun, including the Goddess-Slut herself (“Toxic Tigress” — her nickname translated…)))

She hammered herself with a dildo until her soul was torn apart, flashed her pussy at the camera in close-up, came hard with panties in her teeth and a butt plug in her ass, and, of course, danced completely naked with great talent, as she really knows how... And where did her arrogance from yesterday go? )))
In general, we parted as friends... At the end, she asked (already politely, without swearing) why my profile said that I leak videos... I replied, “I don't leak, I advertise cool models for free out of love for the art...”

By this point, after an hour of deep and sincere masturbation, the girl's mood had become quite elevated, and Svetka responded to my explanations about the nature of my activities with a very friendly smiley face, not failing to proudly declare that she personally did not need advertising... ))
Oh, women! ))))))))) How can one not love you?.. ))



21. WHORES, PHILOSOPHERS & MALEDOM…))

“If you can't be a badass bitch from time to time, then you're not a real woman!”
“Why are you so harsh today, my dear Wie-the-Poo?” asked Hold-me gently, stretching toward the left corner of the screen for a beautiful butt plug.

“Can't I say what I think somewhere? Or is that illegal now?” “Think about it yourself, Holly,” Wie-the-Poo finally softened. "We pamper you, cherish you, take care of you, feed you, spend a ton of money on some completely meaningless bullshit from our male point of view, but we still spend it regularly, just accepting that you're such cute little kitties and fishies who desperately need all kinds of bullshit like you need air, fuck, but what do we get in return? New wishes and complaints? A new list for your birthday or March 8th?

“I always thought that you also enjoyed giving us pleasure...” Hold-me purred with a slutty smile, licking her lips and pulling on her red fishnet stockings...
“The tag ‘fishnet’,” flashed through Wie-the-Poo's mind, "that is, ‘fishing net’, a net, nah, with which these cunning mermaids always catch us, helpful good-natured dolphins, so that after catching a whole bunch of us, they can harness us to their water chariot and rush through the waves of our desire to their new slutty Maldives!"

“Are you here, Wie-the-Poo?” asked the panda Hold-me, embarrassed by the long silence of her best client, and, gifting the air with a new charming smile, she ran her paw between her legs...

“Of course I'm here, my sweet whore...” Wie-the-Poo pulled himself together, once again resigning himself to the fact that no one needed his philosophical musings, even for his money...

“By the way, what do you mean by the word ‘whore’?” the panda asked Hold-me, smiled again, and, describing an elegant pirouette with her hips, raised her hands above her head as if stretching, and spread her legs wide in red fishnet stockings...   

“H-ha...” Wie-the-Poo chuckled, "Well, first of all, a whore is a very honest creature! Whores don't pretend to be some kind of unapproachable, proud, coquettish prudes, but honestly admit that they are just as lustful animals as we are, and maybe even more lustful! Whores fuck everything except the proverbial “here and now”... Whores are like priestesses of the Pulse of Life... Whores know how to enjoy themselves and give pleasure to others... Meanwhile, stifling prudes, like larvae, constantly and systematically make our already difficult and sorrowful world even worse, more complicated, and more hopeless... Instead of receiving and giving pleasure, they complicate life for themselves and everyone around them without exception! If it were up to me, I would leave only myself and whores on earth! As many whores as possible, of all different types of appearance, and only me!  Wie-the-Poo summed up with a laugh.

“Funny...” Hold-me laughed too, “Funny, frank, and sincere! What shall we do today, my lord?” she asked, winking and patting her pussy conspiratorially.
"Well, first of all, I don't like your stupid red stockings! Change your clothes, and quickly!“ Wie-the-Poo commanded, inspired by the title ”my lord."
“What do you want me to wear?” The panda moved her legs and, straightening up, placed her hands on her knees.

"Stockings — classic black, and otherwise office style. A long dark skirt, white shirt, tie. Do you have your glasses? They make you look so funny, serious, and supposedly smart. It's cool, you know, to fuck such a serious... said Wie-the-Poo and smiled gently.

Panda briefly left the monitor, but soon returned, dressed as Wie-the-Poo had instructed. She sat on the edge of the chair, closed her legs tightly again, placed her hands on her knees, and, feigning submission, looked questioningly at her “master” from under her eyelashes.

“Take that big pink dildo in your mouth and put your hands behind your back, bitch!” Wie-the-Poo commanded...

“Oh, heh-heh, that fucking maledom again!” Hold-me thought to herself and, feigning lust, took it in her mouth...



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Beautiful in her madness,
this mature woman from Smolensk
very passionately and sincerely
masturbates in an open chat...

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Likewise, in our magazine “Homo Fucking,” “WHORE” is always a compliment, because a woman who has truly understood the essence of both herself and her own pussy; who has deeply and fully realized what is most important in her as a woman, undoubtedly deserves the deepest respect and reverence, unlike all those fucking Sofia Kovalevskayas and others, preoccupied with the meaningless and self-destructive emancipation of unhappy and stifling bitches... ))

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22. THE SAMURAI’S SET OF RULES, METACUNT, AND THE NATURE OF THE BEAST...))

Going mad
is akin to liberation...)))
The light of reason is a prison;
in madness lies salvation...
 
“Her eyes are completely insane!” my mother declared when she first saw my first love on my seventeenth birthday... Her eyes were truly amazing, resembling two pools of crystal clear, icy water... Two light blue whirlpools, two entrances to a hellish portal with a legion of cool devils, each more attractive than the next...

I saw her for the first time in the literary studio at the Pavlik Morozov Pioneer House, opposite the Government House, at the end of my thirteenth year of life, and immediately decided for myself that this girl would become my wife... Less than five years later, that's exactly what happened...

At that time, I did not yet know that I was a Magician, and I was still far from praying for the prevention of nuclear war, but just in case, I always conscientiously ate the tickets on buses and trolleybuses if I got a “lucky” one, invariably making one wish: I want Mila to be my wife! And she became my wife...

Of course, early marriages are almost always short-lived, but the two years we spent as husband and wife seemed like an eternity to us, because we were both extremely young, and time flowed completely differently then... Initially both being virgins, we used the time we had been given to the maximum: in the literal sense of the word, we taught each other how to fuck, argued “forever,” made up touchingly, tried all kinds of sex, including anal, and in the end, we experienced all the delights of “amour de trois,” during which your humble servant turned out to be the “weakest link,” and Mila asked me to leave...
But my ability to find crazy chicks hasn't left me... Maybe I really do have an innate sense for female devils... )) I've always needed these notorious whirlpools (“crazy eyes” in my mother's interpretation), these entrances to portals, to other worlds, to black holes leading to parallel universes — in a word, METACUNT... ))

And, in general, in the end, I always succeeded, and my whole life, which has lasted for more than half a century, can essentially be called METACUNT... ))
As Buddhists know, the world is an illusion, maya... We only think that we are born into this world... In reality, we always remain in the cunt, being, at best, some kind of benign cyst in it... )) I'm just one of the few who understands and feels this acutely... And yes, of course, at this level it is completely impossible to take seriously either public morality, or society in general, or even more so the state, wars, revolutions, and other painful dreams of a consciousness ravaged by the rhythmic contractions of metacunt... ))

“When in doubt, choose Death!” says the “Samurai Code.”
When in doubt, choose Cunt!..)) And whatever you choose, it will always be with you, like an eternal cynical holiday...

“Are you really 42? No way!” I paid a dubious compliment to my future fourth wife, who was twirling in front of me in a chair on the other side of the monitor, dressed in very light clothing...

“Yes, it was exactly today! If you don't believe me, I can show you my passport!” she laughed. Madness, complete madness...

Half an hour later, it became clear that, in addition to her bottomless, light blue pits, this slut involuntarily reveals mind-blowing expressions of passion to the world at the moment of orgasm, which make your dick almost unbearably excited, and the aesthetic feeling in your soul easily reaches its peak... Yes, in most of her streams, my bitch really cums for real, as if her body is her machine, from which she herself is at a certain distance, but at any moment she can sit in it, press the gas pedal (that is, massaging her clitoris and fucking herself with a dildo (better both at once, of course!))), and drive this machine of her body straight to orgasm, accompanied by sharp spasms of her abs and enchanting animal cries... Moaning & screaming, yes... ))

I love it when an orgasming female Human momentarily turns into an Animal, as if discovering her True Face; finally giving free rein to the “nature of the Beast” within herself! After all, there is much more of it in females than in us, males... That's why men don't give birth... Because in order to give birth, you have to be closer to Nature, to the created world... Men are closer to the Creator than to the “product” He created... )) Although, yes, chicks don't like this kind of talk... They just like to cum... ))



Bellabella (bellabellasex)
Private recording-2... Format – 55+...…

Continuation of training an old whore-singer from Ukraine... )) Excellent dirty talk! She literally fucked herself to pieces in both holes... Rating – 5. )) A good chick, obedient... By the way, she's a vocal teacher at a music school! ))
It's nice to sometimes make a bitch who's old enough to be your mother dance to your tune... ))) There is undoubtedly something divine about this... )) It's as if the world is finally turning right side up again, and the world order is slowly but surely, with a creak, but truly being restored... )))

In the finale, by the way, Mrs. Slut demonstrates her vocal skills... )) Of course, it's a matter of taste, but let's not judge too harshly... )) After all, the mischievous old girl demonstrates her main talent to us very convincingly! ))
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23. THE WILL TO POWER AND CLINICAL INSANITY...))

“You see, Reb, long story short, we were both born quite a long time ago and entered adulthood in a completely different era. The social structure was different, as were the ruling class, aspirations, leisure activities, and vision of the future...” Wie-the-Poo sighed heavily.

“Let's say, Poo... So what?” Rabbit pretended to frown.

“What do you mean, so what? It couldn't help but lead to severe psychological trauma, which underlies our entire so-called adult life, and it was this initial trauma that determined our entire future development...”

“Again with the generalities, and it's completely unclear what specifically you're unhappy about...” said Rabbit. “Every life begins with trauma, which for everyone is their own birth. Read Stanislav Grof, my friend...”

"I have read him, you know... But I'm talking about something else... You see, when we were young, the ruling class was the creative intelligentsia. Everyone, even the workers, understood that the main thing in life was the painstaking and constant creation of artistic values and works of art, that is, creativity as such. And even if the workers did not share such values deep down, even though it was explained to them in popular terms, adjusted, of course, to their cultural level, that creativity was also the main thing in their work, they did not feel entitled to say anything on the subject and argue with writers and professors... They sat quietly, lower than the grass, and lay under the fence on payday...

“Well, well...” Rabbit smiled, “Go on...” and smiled again...

“And then the intelligentsia was simply dismissed... And all sorts of enterprising gophers, pretending to rely on the opinion of the ignorant masses on the simple basis that the masses are, alas, the electoral majority, seized power...”

“Well, there is some truth in what you say, of course...” Rabbit agreed in a mentor-like tone and continued, "Of course, the varnas of classical Indian society have described reality quite accurately since ancient times, and we find their analogues in the European Middle Ages, and everywhere else for that matter. Yes, any society is always divided into four groups, two higher and two lower. The higher ones are the clergy and the military, the Brahmins and the Kshatriyas, and the lower ones are the merchants and farmers, the Vaishyas and the Shudras...

“The working class, damn it, the peasantry and the business rabble!” Wie-the-Poo clarified heatedly.

“Don't interrupt, my friend...” Rabbit asked gently, “I think I understand what you're trying to say, but hear me out...” You probably think that power has been seized by one of the lower castes, namely the merchants and traders...

“Well, yes!”

"No, my friend... That would be too simple... The very nature of power is such that, even with all the desire in the world, it cannot belong to those who do not have a real innate inclination for it... Merchants and traders are not cut out for this at all... They only want peace and prosperity, which they achieve in the way that seems most obvious and simple to them from youth, namely through the acquisition of wealth through commercial operations... Having achieved a certain level of prosperity, the Vaishyas, or, as you put it, the business rabble, try to dress more richly, furnish their homes more luxuriously, buy premium cars, and so on... But, I repeat, first and foremost they strive for personal well-being, not power... Those who strive for power are often quite indifferent to the interior decoration of their lair and their suits... Let us remember Stalin or any other dictator... Yes, their position and status certainly oblige them to conform to a certain level, but that's not the main thing for them...

“Then what is it?” Wie-the-Poo interrupted again.

"It's simple, my friend... The main thing for them is that people simply bow down before them... It doesn't matter how cool your car is or how much your house resembles a gingerbread house, but when I appear, you will kneel before me and suck my dick, and if you suck it so well and diligently that I cum and fill your mouth with my sperm, then you will also smile obsequiously, and when you get up from your knees, you will sincerely run to tell all your friends how welcome you are at court... That is the essence of Power and its very nature! — and, extremely pleased with his own importance, Rabbit casually lifted his own ears above his head...

“But then it turns out that the pursuit of Power is akin to a disease!” exclaimed Wie-the-Poo, and also smiled conspiratorially.

“That may very well be, my friend... But what surprises, upsets, or disturbs you about that? Who knows, maybe our whole life is just a disease!” The Rabbit once again graced the world with his Brahmin smile and, wrinkling his nose, slightly adjusted his pince-nez...

“That's why I say we need a new revolution!” Wie-the-Poo exclaimed again.

“Who needs it?” Rabbit smiled again. “You?”

“Everyone!”

“No, my friend! Only those who seek power need it... That is, those who have an excess of sperm in their testicles...” And Rabbit raised his thin eyebrows meaningfully...
For a while, they both sat silently on their bench, dangling their feet over the yellowing autumn grass...

“Maybe you're right,” Wie-the-Poo finally broke the silence, “but if I have an excess of sperm, doesn't that mean that God himself created me this way for a reason, so that I could fulfill some kind of Great Mission?”

“Ha ha, of course!” All those who strive for power are convinced in their hearts that it is God himself who has inspired them to follow this path! Ah-ha! The Rabbit laughed sincerely, “I'm telling you, my friend, you are miserable, sick creatures...”

“Maybe we are sick,” thought Wie-the-Poo to himself, “but we are the ones who have belonged to the highest castes since time immemorial, not anyone else!”
Rabbit looked at his friend as if he had read his thoughts but didn't want to admit it... Wie-the-Poo looked back as if he understood everything too...

“Okay, fuck it! Let's go to the store, my friend!” And Rabbit jumped off the bench first...



24. ADAM, EVE, AND THE APOSTLE PETER'S ROOSTER...))

“There is a difference, and it's very simple, Holly!” said Wie-the-Poo.
“What is it?” asked the white panda Hold-me and patted her pussy again with her palm, as if hinting to Wie-the-Poo that there are things much more important than those that seriously concern him.

"We never did anything bad to our babys and never caused them any moral or physical pain... We always saw and valued them first and foremost as individuals, unlike our parents, who were preoccupied with themselves their whole lives, and when we, as children, distracted them from their “business,” which was in fact not business at all, but entertainment, they would furiously cut us off, as if kicking a rat that had annoyed them with its insolence or a silly kitten that, once again, demanded attention and food...

“Oh...” sighed Hold-me and moved her hind legs, “Is that why our babys don't see and appreciate the personalities in us?”

“I don't know...” sighed Wie-the-Poo, “Basically, it's not that important to me whether they appreciate me; what's important to me is whether I appreciate myself...”

“Well, how is it?” Hold-me smiled again.

“I don't know either...” Wie-the-Poo replied again, "But I would still like to finally be a representative of the older generation in the final phase of my life, instead of being no longer young myself, no, no, listening to all the stifling and, since childhood, hateful bullshit of morally outdated moral freaks who, now that they have become infirm and completely dependent on our care, still continue to drive us crazy...

“Well, that's as old as the world itself, my dear Wie-the-Poo...” The less a creature is, the more confident it is in its own righteousness... Are you sure, by the way, that the final phase of your life is ahead of you? Maybe you're already in it? asked the sly white panda and climbed behind the vibrator somewhere beyond the screen...

“I don't know...” Wie-the-Poo admitted honestly for the third time, and a passage from the Gospel immediately flashed into his plush consciousness, where God the Son prophesies to Peter that before the rooster crows, he will deny him three times...

Meanwhile, Hold-me the panda inserted a vibrator into her vagina...

“Throw me some tokens, Poo! Give the girl some vibration!” And she stuck out her tongue and licked her full, dark brown bear lips...



Merime79
Private recordings-5...
Long training of a married mature woman
with a convincing orgasm
at the end of the show...

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Wie-the-Poo slowly and carefully closed the lid... of the coffin (crossed out)))... laptop, walked to the window, opened it wide, leaned out thoroughly, and lit a cigarette... It was windy outside and the first snow of the season was falling, still unconvincing... And in his plush head, as usual, a new impromptu poem was born:

And now I'm almost forty-nine...
Have I achieved what I was striving for?
No, I haven't achieved or accomplished anything,
But I am Adam, married to Eve...


Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...))

And soon I'll be forty-nine…
Achieved what I aspired to gain?
No, not achieved, did not attain,
But I'm Adam, and Eve is mine…


Original poem in Russian...

И вот мне скоро сорок девять…
Достиг того, к чем стремился?
Нет, не достиг и не добился,
Но я – Адам, женат на Еве…



25. WALDORF SCHOOL of EDUCATION & EXTREME INSERTIONs...))

“You see, Mom, we live here and now, and if we have even the slightest opportunity not to get on our baby's nerves and spoil his mood because of some bullshit, like a modern, miserable school that has completely discredited itself, as has the state as a whole, then that's what we should do!”

“But he has so many Cs in his report card! Doesn't he understand that he needs to study hard?”

“He has As in literature and history! And I think that's what matters! It's simple! When the teacher is a reasonable person, everything is fine and he gets good grades! Mom, in short, if everything is fine with you, then let's say goodbye, I'm tired and I'm going to bed…”

“Of course, you know everything better than I do!”

“Without a doubt! Kisses, good night...”



“I hunt cunt... I am a hunter! They hide it, and I find it!”
“Come on! They don't hide it at all! On the contrary! They show it off all the time and try to spread their holes as wide as possible to completely swallow you up, as if you never lived here!”
“No, they don't! I mean, yes, of course! But only the best of them do that!”
“Are you stupid, the best ones... Whores have always done that! Do you think whores are the best?”
“Yes!”
“Fuck, you're really stupid, my friend…”
“Well, well... You should be sorry that you've known me since childhood!”

Known since childhood...

There was an esotericist and educator named Rudolf Steiner. Many people in our “enlightened age” have heard of the so-called Waldorf school of education... So Rudolf Steiner was an unofficial student of the famous Helena Blavatsky and was its founder. First and foremost, he proceeded from the assumption that everything is predetermined, that everyone is living on this planet for more than the first time, and that they find themselves at the same desk not by chance, but because in their past lives they did not fully resolve their relationships... Yes, the Waldorf school was originally about this...

When the Soviet Empire fell, many liberal-minded “sovoks” wholeheartedly embraced everything new and trendy... Many representatives of the so-called creative intelligentsia sent their children to schools that adhered to the Waldorf method, attracted by the unprecedented level of attention to the individual student compared to Soviet schools... Alas, the old truth reasserted itself too late: the process of licking and stroking a kitten may be mutually beneficial, but it does not turn a kitten into an adult lion or lioness ready to hunt independently...

The modern world and modern schools (not only Russian ones) teach something completely different: don't mess around, and your feeding trough will be full, and you won't have to hunt... But if you do mess around, one day you will find your bowl empty... If you don't calm down and try to get your own food, that is, if you dare to hunt, you will be caught and convicted as a dangerous criminal who dared to question the infallibility of Traditional Values and refused to eat shit like all “normal” people... And make no mistake, you will be convicted to the full extent of the law, for we live in a state governed by the rule of law! And the law will never be on the side of those who don't like an empty bowl and who dare not understand that they alone are to blame for their problems...


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as the A rt of Passion …

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26. THE UNIVERSE, DISCOURSE & THE UNION of LOVING HEARTS IN MARRIAGE...))

“Actually, Reb, it's all quite simple, as I now understand... My taste was shaped by smart and subtle intellectuals who, as soon as I finished school and entered adult life, were themselves harshly pushed out of spiritual power by immoral, uneducated scum, or to put it more simply, thugs from the back alleys, who today make up the majority in the National Parliament of our Forest. So there is nothing surprising here. When I manage, with great difficulty, to create something truly beautiful from the point of view of my own taste, cultivated, I repeat, by the intelligentsia, it immediately becomes clear that most people, at best, simply do not understand what it is all about, and more often than not simply consider my art to be graphomania and shit...” Wie-the-Poo exhaled and took another drag, continuing to dangle his legs over the yellowing autumn grass...

“There's one thing I can never understand, Wie-the-Poo...” Rabbit began, "Why do you value the opinions of those whom you yourself, to put it mildly, have no respect for whatsoever?”

"That's an interesting question, Reb... But I don't know the answer myself... I only have various assumptions that come and go, are dismissed as erroneous, and are replaced by new ones... Perhaps it's a matter of discourse and the universe...”

“Come on, come on,” laughed the long-eared bastard who loved to play Mr. Know-It-All, “give us more details!”

“There is a big world and there is a small world, Reb...” Wie-the-Poo began his detailed explanation, "There is the world of our kitchen or the world of our bedroom, the world of our toilet or the world of our bathroom... There is a circle of our friends and loved ones, our own circle of spiritually close beings, where we feel good and comfortable; a kind of microcosm where everyone is inside a sealed, comfortable ecosystem of mutual exchange of warmth for a narrow circle of initiates...   

“Yes, yes, go on, go on...” Rabbit interrupted approvingly and adjusted his pince-nez.

– And there is the world as a whole; the universe, if you will... The world created by the Creator in all its diversity and complexity, in all its infinite multitude of small worlds, which are sometimes so different from each other, but together form a Single Whole, the Universe! – And the bear cub circled himself with his paws, looking up at the sky covered with thick clouds.
“Ah-ha!” laughed the Rabbit, “And you, of course, would like to broadcast to the entire universe at once! Or even better, you would like your personal discourse to be the universe itself!..”

“Hey, guys!” Pigletty suddenly appeared from the bushes, arm in arm with his piggy, Pyuppa.

“Hi, guys! I'm Pyuppa!” the piggy introduced herself, since in reality they were all meeting for the first time.

“Rabbit!” Rabbit introduced himself.

“Poo!” Wie-the-Poo introduced himself and paused for a moment, wondering whether to call himself “Bear's Dick” for fun, under which name he had brought Pyuppa to a very convincing orgasm with squirting a couple of times in a virtual private chat room last year.

“Friends!” exclaimed the long-eared bastard, who, as usual, decided to take the initiative, “Why don't we all go to the nearest cafe and celebrate meeting such a delightful and stunning lady, the sweetheart of our old friend Pigletty?”

“No, guys, we're passing on that today, but it looks like there will be a much more serious reason to party soon!” winked the piglet at his friends.

“Pigletty and I are just going to file an application at the registry office...” said Pyuppa quietly, smiled, and looked down shyly. And she and Pigletty, still embracing, continued on their bright and shared path...

“What a funny couple, Pyuppa and Pigletty...” said the “Eared Bastard,” watching them go.

“Pyuppa and Pigletty...” repeated “Bear’s Dick”, “What a funny couple...”



Attractive_FORCE

Training a married couple with an older woman...

Ah, it's been a long time... Even before war...
I found it on my hard drive. Training a married couple where the woman is older... The guy is in his early twenties, the girl is 35. In general, I think that in “real” life she doesn't allow him to do this, but with my active participation - please! )) Hands behind the back and in handcuffs, and a dick in the cunning mouth of a wayward bitch .!. ))

I think the guy liked it! I'm not sure about the chick, but it doesn't matter! )) The guy and I had fun! )) You should have seen how happily he cuffed his sweet little bitch behind her back, gave her a light slap and confidently shoved his cock into her mouth...

When I voiced my wishes, the bitch looked at her husband with some distrust, but I saw genuine interest and support in his eyes. “Where are you going to go!” he exclaimed joyfully and literally took his chick by the horns...))

Perhaps that morning, the girl, although a wife, but as the older one, had still fucked her young husband's brain as usual before going “on air,” but here they rolled out onto the Virtual Stage and fell into Another Reality, the Reality of the Performance, directed, again, to the obvious delight of the young man, tired of the complaints of his real-life goat, your humble servant...

I haven't seen them as a couple in a long time, although the girl still works regularly. According to rumors from the guys from Zaporizhzhia... I don't know if this guy is still alive... After all, it's war all over the Forest now... ((

I sincerely hope that everything is OK with them! May God help him survive this damn meat grinder, return home and continue fucking his chick, to the delight of the people and the entire enlightened public .!. ))



27. «MAkE PEACE, MAkE PEACE, MAkE PEACE, AND DON'T FIGHT ANYMORE!..» )))

“Mommy, please! Give me some water, I can't calm down!” I said through my sobs, wiping away my tears and sniffling. We were in the kitchen, I was not even five, and she was not even thirty. A silly young girl, by today's standards... She had deprived me of something again and harshly and forcefully accused me of something. This time she didn't hit me or put me in the corner. She just brought me to tears without touching me, with a psychological attack... Just the other day, I heard the phrase “psychic attack” for the first time in the famous film Chapaev, which the Creator revealed to me through a black-and-white “Temp” television...

There was no one else at home. My mother had divorced my father a couple of years earlier, my grandmother had left on some business, and my aunt, my mother's younger sister, had gone to study at the conservatory. Before leaving, they carried out a “psychic attack” on my mother, two against one...

This happened regularly, and it looked something like this... They both lay in a large bed (my aunt literally moved from my mother's bed to my father's bed during those years))), where I lay with them, and they really brainwashed my mother, telling her that she was doing everything wrong and was always wrong. My grandmother and aunt loved me, never made me cry, and so my childhood sympathies in these daily scandals were usually on their side. It was only when I was about thirty that I realized I was wrong...

When they both left, my mother, demoralized by their morning quarrel, took out her annoyance and anger on me, word for word... A stupid young girl, by my standards today...

“You don't understand! She stripped me naked for getting a B in math 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?!”

“It's just your imagination...” – my mother used to say this to me very often, probably until I was over forty. It always meant literally the following: everything I see and feel is not true... Or, at least, it could be... It may be so — and even with a very high degree of probability — that everything I feel is just a dream and an illusion... In her opinion, I should have come to such conclusions time and time again... in her interests, of course... Consequently, the world as God reveals it to me is not at all what it seems, and even if it is what it seems to me personally, then all of this, in essence, has no meaning whatsoever...

Gradually, our relationship changed. For the better... In her interests... )) Silly young girl...

"Make peace, make peace, make peace,
and don't fight anymore!
And if you fight,
I'll bite you!" — said the little stupid and very unhappy girl-mother, hooking her little finger on mine...
And we made peace...
 


Syren de Mer

A crowd of young, insolent bullies
publicly humiliates a mature woman in a shoe store; the most brutal, uncompromising fucking in all three holes…)))


The busty mom is stripped naked, led around on a leash like a dog... She is forced to lick shoes and rub her lustful wet old cunt against them... Roughly laying her down on a pool table, the lustful mature woman is subjected to hard fisting, leading to violent squirting on her part and... simply fucking in all holes... And she, the old whore, gratefully and joyfully simply gives herself over to her new sharp adventure... This is who you should take as an example, girls, instead of stupidly feminizing over really insignificant reasons… ))

«I'm just a big old submissive pile of shit, and I like it …»
(с) Simone Sonay (from an interview )…


“Do you think, Reb, Pyuppa and Pigletty will be happy in marriage?” asked “Bear Dick” to the “Eared Bastard.”

“It's hard to say...” replied Rabbit, “It all depends on how long the couple retains the ability to appreciate each other's personalities, respect each other's personal boundaries, and, of course, how long Pyuppa can initiate banal lust in Pigletty...”

The Bear and the Rabbit smiled knowingly at each other…



“Alevtina Vitoldovna, please share the secret of how you managed to raise such a wonderful son,” my daughter's piano teacher asked my mother when she happened to meet her at a concert featuring Moscow's best school's choirs…



28. TOY “MAXIM” AND THE ARMY of WARRIOR GIRLS...))

Like all children whose preschool years fell during the “stagnant” 1970s, I was extremely patriotic. I loved wearing Budenovka hats and sailor caps, and dreamed of a peakless cap and a helmet with a red star, like those worn during the Great Patriotic War, but my parents never bought them for me... Instead, I had a huge arsenal of weapons: toy Mausers, Nagans, rifles, and on my seventh birthday, I was even given a wind-up metal Maxim machine gun, which was wound up with a key, and when fired, a piece of pink foam rubber pulsated rhythmically at the end of its barrel in time with the rate of fire... ))

And, of course, I constantly felt my connection to the Best Country in the World, the first in history to defeat all the shit that led to the Revolution, when people whose souls ached for a Bright Future for the World literally took the bull by the horns and drove out those pig-nosed, unprincipled bourgeois and the tsar, who really prevented normal people from living and were a constant source of stress and other numerous troubles... Chapaev, Pavka Korchagin, Kotovsky, Budyonny — this is far from a complete list of the pantheon of my young heart at that time, the heart of a young Warrior of Light...

My mother tried to stay at work as long as possible, my grandmother was mainly responsible for my nutrition, and my upbringing was left to black-and-white television and radio. As for propaganda and patriotic education, the USSR was at least as good as Germany during the Goebbels era.

But what resonated most strongly in my young heart were not the exploits of men, but of women; all those heroic girls from Zina Portnova and Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya to Gulya Koroleva and Liza Chaikina. By first grade, I was already reading very briskly, practically as well as I do today. From time to time, I would beg my elders to buy me another red folder from the “Pioneer Heroes” series, which carefully contained 5-7 brochures with bright illustrations dedicated to the exploits of one heroic pioneer or another... Since, in a way that was incomprehensible even to myself, I had been brought up from childhood to respect the written word and the work of other writers, I did not skip pages, but read from beginning to end, eagerly awaiting the d;nouement, their tragic deaths with detailed descriptions of their suffering and torture... I have always been a die-hard heterosexual, and therefore, of course, I was relatively indifferent to pioneers, boys who simply died in battle or were tortured to death... Heroic pioneer girls, on the other hand, really drove me crazy...

Gradually, an entire Army of Wild Warrior Girls formed in my imagination, and at the head of this army was, of course, myself... )) And it was such an Army of Light! My girls and I swept away all the outdated, morally obsolete shit of our ancestors and freed this ugly world from evil, giving it a completely different, new life, a bright future, a new earth, and new heavens… ))



Xxxdaryaxx
Donetsk, age 55+...
Moans and wild cries of passionate bitch
Aunt Dasha…))

This bitch is something extraordinary!!!
See for yourself! ))
Yes, in terms of figure, she is a very ordinary woman in her early 50s... She is slightly overweight. But how passionately this frank animal cums - and above all with herself! Here she is, the True Woman who has grasped the nature of the Beast within herself, the Nature of the Female .!. She moans, howls, whines, and screams so much that you could make a track based on her passionate cries. ))

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And, of course, I was extremely amused by her expression “fuck-rattle!” ))) I've never heard that before... “Fuck-bang!” is a classic, yes, but “fuck-rattle!”!!! ))) In general, you really live and learn... )))

Dasha, you're awesome! We wish you more intense and long orgasms, to the delight of us all!!! ))


“Ah-ha-ha!” Hold-me burst into sincere laughter. “So, how is your Army of Light doing now, Wie-the-Poo?”
“You know, Holly... well, they're doing pretty well!” Wie-the-Poo smiled after a short pause to think. "The Army of Wild Warrior Chicks really exists! And my heroines are really changing this world for the better, steadily bringing it closer to the final victory of Good and the reign of Light over Darkness!
“Uh-huh,” Hold-me giggled, “especially when they spread their legs wider!”
“Laugh all you want, but it's really true!” “Bear Dick” exclaimed quite convincingly and, throwing fifty tokens into her private chat, ordered:
“Put your hands behind your back, my sweet bitch! Enough chit-chat, my depraved slut!”



29. STALIN, LAOZI & WEBCAMING…))

I love alone rangers,
As I myself appear,
But all those successful managers
I'd shoot to hell, right here...))

(Automatic translation by AI
with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...)) )


Я люблю элоун ренджеров,
каковым являюсь сам,
а успешных всяких менеджеров
я б расстреливал, к ****ям...))

(Original poem in Russian...)) )



“I understand you to some extent, Wie-the-Poo...” said Rabbit. "We all sometimes want to arrange everything as if it were a playing field where we feel particularly strong, and that is the Universe. As if it were not just one of many possible games, but the True Reality, given in sensations to everyone. For example, comedy show hosts want to convince us that the whole world is “giggles and laughs,” cooking show hosts want us to believe that the whole world is, first and foremost, the process of consuming food, and the Warlike Gopher wants to present everything as if the main thing in life is love for the Motherland and the grandiose battle between the Beaver and the Goat, although deep down he does all this only to amuse his old but still fuckable dick, in the broadest sense of the word, of course... But... none of us are really right... Maybe that's why we are born into this world, so that in the course of our lives we become completely disillusioned with it and leave for a better world without unnecessary regrets and sniveling... - and the Rabbit smiled affectionately.

“Well, yes. I guess so, Reb…” agreed Wie-the-Poo, “So what do you think is the way out of this?”

“There's only one way out... There... You've read The Little Prince, I hope? Everything is explained there in a very accessible way…”, Rabbit smiled again, as mysteriously as he was enlightened. “Another question,” he continued after a short pause, “is this solution even necessary?” And he smiled again.

“Ha-ha!” Wie-the-Poo seemed to appreciate the flight of his thoughts. “Tell me, my friend, when was the last time you fucked your Ke?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Rabbit was confused. “Well, yes, she's slowly reaching menopause, her libido is fading, and I don't want to impose myself on her. Maybe, hell knows, my libido is gradually fading too, but what the fuck, actually? What's the question?”

“Nothing, nothing at all... There's no question, and no way out, you know that...” Wie-the-Poo smiled.

“I know...” Rabbit smiled.

“So, shall we go to the store?” Wie-the-Poo asked.

“Hmm, you know, I think so!” Rabbit agreed...



Nadyukha had been drinking for three days, barricaded in the apartment we had rented, supposedly for work. The famous operation had been going on for three months. It's hard for me to control myself when my crazy (in both the good and bad sense) girlfriend goes off the rails... So, when I woke up in the morning and saw that she was still not home, the first thing I did was pour myself a drink. When the second bottle of vodka was already half empty, which happened around five in the evening, I realized it was time to act. More precisely, the vodka very convincingly impressed this idea on me...

I explained the situation to my eldest daughter, told her I was going to the hospital, showed her what to have for dinner, and went to “surrender” to the drug treatment center...

There, as I expected, they immediately took my cell phone and put me on an IV. For two days, all my loved ones lost sight of me — someone who, without false modesty, was always responsible for everything — which was, in fact, the “cunning” plan of my special force operation... I don't remember exactly now, but apparently at that moment I imagined myself to be no less than Stalin, who left for his country house as soon as he learned of the outbreak of war with Nazi Germany... )) Among other things, I also remembered “action in inaction,” according to Laozi's concept...))

Two days later, I was naturally discovered and, thanks to the protection of my older cousin, a very influential person in the medical world, I was transferred to the “enhanced comfort ward” at the Serbsky Institute, where Nadyukha was also placed after my discharge... After many years of all my family and domestic troubles, a three-week course of treatment, without any babys or animals, seemed to me literally like a stay in Paradise...))



“Well, something like that, Holly... That's just how our world works..”. Wie-the-Poo smiled. “Instead of realizing how fucked up the world order itself is and doing something about it, society prefers to simply label those who find themselves in a difficult situation—through no fault of their own, by the way, which is especially important—as sick or weak...

“That's right!” Hold-me chuckled. “Why the fuck admit your own guilt when you can blame someone else! It's somehow even, um, unprofitable...” She laughed again.
“Yeah, and impractical!” Wie-the-Poo smiled too...

“I think you're right, Wie-the-Poo! No wonder they say that the offended carry water!” The sly panda giggled again and, as if inviting “Bear Dick” to a different kind of conversation, innocently bared her breasts…))



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The sweet torment of Saint Veronica-2...

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Bondage, wet wrapping, throat fucking, anal, hard fisting, fuck machine, nipple torture with clamps, and in general, simply no respect for women, which the latter is delighted with, completely surrendering to her animal passion... And animal passion does not tolerate idiotic human etiquette and harshly and CONSCIOUSLY (oh, what a stupid word, so beloved by shit-spewing bloggers from the Russian hinterlands!) opposes it... )) Either you're a lady in the living room, or you're really enjoying yourself! )) One of the two... ))

The interviews before and after the submissive session deserve special attention...

Yes, I've always said that Veronica is not just a cool, sexy chick, but also a really smart person... )) Yes, this is rare, but it does happen sometimes...



30. LITTLE BIRDS, LITTLE CATS & BIG PIGS...))

Keep a woman on a leash so long!
And not a flexible one, but a rigid link!
So she won't latch onto your throat so strong,
But be as sweet as a dove upon a brink…

Upon a branch you see out of the pane,
Sighing, ah, what a bitch, again and again!..
But no, not right inside your home, it's plain!
And if it is, then grow a Cat within!.. ))

(Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...)) )

Держите Женщину на длинном поводке!
И не на гибкой, нет, на жёсткой сцепке!
Чтоб не вцепилась в горлышко тебе,
а чтоб мила была, как горличко на ветке…

На ветке, что ты видишь из окна,
вздыхая, ах, какая сучка, на!..
Но нет, не прямо в доме у тебя!
А коль уж так, расти в себе Кота!.. ))

(Original poem in Russian...)) )


“Come on, Pigletty, get it! The people, the dumb scum, owe everything to the intelligentsia, just like women always owe everything to men! Without the intelligentsia, they would have gone completely wild a long time ago, just like most chicks would have drunk themselves to death without men!
And the intelligentsia, fuck, owes the people nothing, because it is already the fucking master of the situation! So purely, out of the best human motives, inaccessible to the understanding of the cattle, no, no, but for them, shit, from time to time it gets involved! It's like the Outskirts-Ukraine of our Forest! It's nothing really, but it just loves to make a deeply independent face! Like, I forgive all those to whom I owe money!” Wie-the-Poo blushed red.

“Well, how can we verify the truth of your words?” Pigletty asked slowly and slightly mechanically, kicking a fallen leaf that, in his opinion, stood out from the general color scheme of the natural autumn carpet... Oh, the art of the park!))

"How, how! Well, it's obvious, in a fair fight in an open field, in an honest duel!" Wie-the-Poo exclaimed...

“I see...” Pigletty smiled sadly, “So, there's no way... There's no way to check... But maybe it's for the best, by the way!”

“Why are you so sad about your Pyu?” – Wie-the-Poo decided to show sympathy, realizing that his friend Pigletty might not be in the mood for world problems right now...

“Well, yes... You understand... I thought, purely and simply, that she was a goddess, and just as much of a pig as me, only of a different gender, but she turned out to be just as banal a bitch as all the rest... The other bears, the other mice, the other kangaroos, and even, perhaps, the pandas…”

“I'd ask you to stop!” Wie-the-Poo said jokingly, thinking he could lighten the mood.

“Well, how about it, Wie-the-Poo?” smiled piglet Pigletty, better known online as “PigDick-666,” even more sadly. “I haven't given anyone as much as I've given her, but she takes it completely for granted and doesn't feel the slightest bit of gratitude...”

“So did you do it for her or for yourself?” asked “Bear’s Dick” innocently.
“Well, for both of us, if you think about it...”

“Well, are you grateful to yourself? She's obviously a pig with low social responsibility, but you... Or do you have reservations here too?” Wie-the-Poo laughed rather unfriendly.

“To the store?” Pigletty suggested instead of answering...



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Naughty masturbation using a blender...… ))

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31. HAPPY NEW YEAR, HAPPY NEW LIFE, or «FUCK YOUR PSYCHOLOGIST!..»))

“Come in, come in, Nadezhda Viktorovna!” Peter Stone greeted the slightly embarrassed MILF. "I'm glad that after thinking everything through carefully, you've made the right decision, which, I hope, will have a positive impact on both your inner state and your financial situation over time. Let's start with a little relaxing conversation. Please sit down on the stool. First, move your legs apart and put your hands behind your back... Where do you work?

“I work as a school psychologist...” replied the slightly embarrassed MILF with a soft smile.

“How old are you?”

“I'll be forty-nine in a few days...”

“Please lift your skirt slightly above your knees and spread your legs slightly...” Peter Stone said casually and continued, “Do you understand that the world you are entering now is fundamentally different from what society presents to us as the norm?” This must be clearly understood...

“Yes, I understand that...” nodded the MILF-psychologist.

"This is a world in which men have unlimited power over women; a world where a woman is primarily a sexual object and a toy for men, obliged to fulfill their every desire. The main thing that a woman who has decided to follow the Path of the Goddess-Whore must gradually understand is that this is her true destiny and that this is why God created her. Therefore, in order to become a truly happy woman, the Goddess-Whore must learn to derive true pleasure and even enjoyment from her own submissiveness, because... — Peter Stone paused briefly — paradoxical as it may seem, this is what brings her to the pinnacle of True Power, power over Men. And real power, not imaginary... And at the same time, of course, to a violent orgasm... Do you understand me?

“Yes...” the MILF psychologist nodded again.

“Are you ready for Initiation into Whores, Nadezhda Viktorovna?”

“Yes, I'm ready... That's why I came...”

“Okay, then let's begin... Give me your lipstick, and then put your hands behind your back again...” After I write the magic word on your forehead, the modality of our communication will change, but don't let that scare you... It's a parallel reality... The reality of the Higher Game... Is everything clear?

“Yes...” said the MILF Nadezhda and obediently handed Peter her bright red lipstick...

“SLUT,” he wrote in lipstick on her forehead and, grabbing her chin rather roughly, lifted her head and, leaning closer, demanded, “Get undressed quickly, bitch, and get into the same position!” And as a parting gift, he gave her a light slap...

“WHORE,” he wrote on her chest when Nadezhda undressed and sat back down on the stool, putting her hands behind her back. "Now stand up, bitch! Hands behind your head! Feet shoulder-width apart!“ Peter commanded. Nadezhda obeyed. ”MOMMY'S CUNT," Peter wrote on her stomach and, drawing an arrow down from the inscription, lightly slapped the psychologist on the cunt...

“Next...” Grab your nipples, show your tongue to all your future fans, and say clearly and gently to the camera, “I'm your dirty slut! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” and smile as charmingly as possible! Smile more often, it's always good! Imagine that your students are watching this video... Well done, baby! Now get on the table! On your knees, legs as wide as possible, and your hands behind your back again! Wait! I'll be right back...

Peter left the room for a moment and soon returned with three phallic-shaped candles...

Psychologist Nadezhda looked at the Master with some surprise...

“Let's move on to the ritual of consecrating your holes, baby... Let's start with your mouth, that is, your wicked whore mouth...” Peter smiled. "The procedure itself is simple. You suck the candle very sincerely and selflessly, then give it to me. I light it, put it in a candlestick, and plunge my cock into your mouth, my sweet bitch! Then we do the same with the rest of your holes... Is everything clear so far?..

“Yes...” whispered psychologist Nadezhda, and, receiving another light slap, smiled and took the phallic-shaped candle into her mouth... Her gaze expressed genuine interest and sincere excitement...

Her cunt was quite wet...



On the surface, New Year's Eve went well... For the third time in my life, not counting my early childhood, of course, I was sober! )) My mother came with my eldest daughter, who has been living with her lately... I prepared a goose and complex potatoes with a cheese mix (Parmesan-Masdam) and other additions... My wife made Olivier salad, my grandmother brought red caviar and made tartlets with it herself... There were also pizzas and rolls, traditional for modern “Russian” cuisine, without which holidays are unthinkable for modern youth... ))

At one o'clock in the morning, it was all over... My daughter went out to party with her classmates, and I drove my mother home to the other end of Moscow... The road on New Year's Eve is beautiful! And it's wonderful to drive on it without fear of the traffic police because of your purity and innocence before the boar-like snout of the Law.... When I returned, my wife was already in bed, snoring... (Tarantino, by the way, has wonderful images of snoring “goddesses,” ah-ha... Especially in that movie about Manson and DiCaprio with Brad Pitt, I don't remember the name, sorry...)))

The dog is sleeping in my place, we let him into the room, he's hysterical from the firecrackers, we can't not let him in, I feel sorry for the poor thing... (( I finish my 200 grams and go to bed too... ))

The main thing I feel about turning 52 (not right now, but as a long-standing background feeling) is DISAPPOINTMENT IN EVERYTHING... Shlomo (Solomon in non-Jewish terms) said it all... ))) But that doesn't bother me... My sadness is bright... )))

I sincerely wish everyone to come to the same conclusion I have, because everything else is nonsense, an illusion, and simply primitive and lazy thinking... As long as you have ambitions, you are an idiot... )) Something like Bulgakov's Sharikov... ))

Yes, by the way, it's time to expel him, Sharikov, from my master's place... (And so it will be with everyone, ah-ha...))))))))))))) Happy New Year! ))



32. NAVI'S PURE DEAD WATER, or DEATH AS AWAKENING...))

Throughout my childhood, I constantly heard my loved ones use the wonderfully profound expression “bring to light” (“bring to clean water” - Russian equivalent of the proverb)... It would be easier to say what this expression did not mean than to list all the meanings it contained... )) A great, great many! From the most superficial and self-evident to the complex, paradoxical, and secret ones, lying beneath the surface of this very “clear water” and revealed only to deep and special people... )) Those, for example, who are especially loved by God and therefore constantly suffer all kinds of painful, to put it mildly, misfortunes...
This, however, involuntarily leads us to other fundamental memes of the Russian-speaking consciousness, such as “God punishes those he loves” (and those he does not punish, therefore, have no particular significance or rights in the Higher and Better world; so, an empty space, shit in a hole in the ice, like all other “powers that be”) and the sacramental “he beats you, he loves you,” which, in principle, is also easily understandable to minds unclouded by mass social stereotypes and prejudices — after all, to get involved in a serious physical conflict, you must at least care about the person you are in conflict with; when spouses finally get fed up with each other, they usually just enter a stage of silent ignorance of each other, which in turn excludes any acute conflicts — after all, why should we care about people we no longer care about! )) However, let's get back to “clear water”...
First of all, this expression reflects the centuries-old view of Russian-speaking people about the illusory and false nature of the so-called “real” world, which is spiritually and genetically close to Hinduism (how can we not remember Gangadhara Tilak with h-is “Arctic homeland in the Vedas”!), and to Jewish mysticism, and in general to the so-called Primordial Tradition...
This idea that the world given to us in our senses is not, in principle, the True World, is not, in fact, Reality, but is rather a heavy, painful dream, Maya (in Hinduism) and Navi (in Slavic mythology)...
True Reality is revealed only after death in the “real” world, and is not a tragic departure into nothingness and the end, but on the contrary, an awakening to True Life, to True Reality... (Educated people know that consonant phonemes have carried more meaning than vowels since time immemorial, and it is no coincidence that “MR,” common to the word “МиР” (world) and to the words ‘сМеРть’ (death) and “МёРтвый” (dead), is common to them all!)
This idea that as long as we live in the so-called material, lower world, we ourselves are not real and identical to floating belly-up, deafened by worldly nonsense, dead fish in dirty and murky dead water, as opposed to living and clean water... But there is also hope in this expression!
Hope that sooner or later our fish corpses, which is what we all are in so-called “reality,” the reality of Navi, will be carried by the Great Primordial Stream into the Ocean of Purity and Light... And against the backdrop of Pure Water, the poverty of Navi-Maya as such will finally become completely obvious, and the false patriotic clothes of the “strong of the world” who supposedly care for the common good (that is, those who appear strong and significant in a world of total lies) will fall from them, exposing their unquestionable moral and physical ugliness and irredeemable moral deficiency...


“I have a problem, Wie-the-Poo...” Instead of responding to “Bear's Dick” inspiring monologue, “PigDick-666” said, “I can't live without Pyu...” Yes, she's stupid, yes, she's a crazy idiot, and she's also a silly sick child with a bunch of childhood psychological traumas, yes, when I'm with her, I feel my own personality slipping away from me, but that doesn't make either of us any happier... Yes, all that is true, but I... can't live without her...
“Can she live without you?” asked Wie-the-Poo, tired of his own revelations and gladly switching to the suggested topic.
“That's ridiculous! She can't do shit, that's the point, no matter how much she brags! And she really has nowhere to go...”
“Would you like her to leave?”
“No, of course not! I'm telling you, I can't live without her, and she can't live without me...”
“Then I don't understand what's wrong, bro...” Wie-the-Poo smiled, “What's slipping through your fingers...” Where did you get the idea that this is your personality? Maybe it's just some unnecessary bullshit that's getting in your way? He made an assumption, not really understanding whether he was telling the truth that would save the day or lying to save the day...


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private-notes-2...)

A charming old whore
with a gag in her mouth
and an anal plug in her ass...

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The format is 55+, she writes that she is 54, which means she is most likely over 60. In that case, the girl looks pretty good. I would say very good! Especially with a dildo from a fuck machine in her cunt... In the finale, she smokes quite charmingly, smoking fetish lovers will appreciate it...))
I've always said that women have no age! Either you're sexy, and it doesn't matter how old you are. Or you're not sexy, and then, alas, it doesn't matter either... )) God bless the girl with good health!!! Thank you, you made your sons and grandsons happy... ))) And me, too, your not-so-young little brother...))
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33. ORGASM, SCREAMS, SQUIRT AND THE TRUE WEALTH OF RUSSIA...))

I feel bad with you, but you feel good with me…
If I could, I would run away from thee…
But, like all trees, you are so very tight;
Wherever you spit, you've put down roots with might!..))

Alas, I can't tear myself away
From mother, wife, or grace, come what may!..))
 
(Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...)) )


Мне с вами плохо, вам ж со мною хорошо…
Когда б я мог, то я б от вас ушёл…
Но, как и всякие деревья, вы цепкИ;
куда ни плюнь, пустили вы ростки!.. ))

Увы, мне от себя не отодрать
ни маму, ни жену, ни благодать!..))

(Original poem in Russian...)) )


After a short pause, modest and slightly uncertain applause finally rang out in the hall... Once they were sure that the poetry evening was finally over, the audience began to quietly disperse, awkwardly clattering the shabby chairs of that old library...

The first to approach Maestro Poo was “Big-Eared Bastard,” who patted him on the shoulder in a manner that was either encouraging or patronizing…

“It's okay, bro! I think everyone is thrilled!” said Rabbit and handed his friend a white plastic cup filled with cheap vodka.

“Yeah, they piss boiling water... But fuck them, those fuckers!” «Bear Dick» smiled tensely and emptied the cup held out to him...

Then Hold-me approached them, wearing some ridiculous hat with a goose feather and a veil.

“Poo, that was just grand!” exclaimed the panda and theatrically threw her slutty arms open to the Poet, “Especially this, this tart ‘don't tell one thing to one person and another thing to another! You seem different, but you are One; shoot anyone at random!’” That's very subtle, Poo! Very cool! I'm proud to know you!"
 
And Hold-me stretched out to him with her panda lips for a ceremonial kiss, first slightly lifting the veil of her ridiculous and pretentious hat.

“Thanks, Holly!” Wie-the-Poo thanked her and gave his friend a light slap on the butt...

“Well, friends, to the Central House of Artists?” Rabbit winked conspiratorially and hugged them both tightly. “I've already ordered a taxi!”


In my relatively carefree Soviet childhood, the word “revolutionary” had a special magical, mystical connotation and meaning. Black-and-white televisions tirelessly showed films with beautiful music recorded by the country's best symphony orchestras, which initially depicted what seemed to be the ordinary, unattractive life in tsarist Russia, but then it became clear that within this morally outdated mess, and people had already been born who felt personally responsible for ensuring that this “unenviable obviousness” became something else, something better, and better still, something fundamentally DIFFERENT! )) And there is no peace for their pure, passionate young souls, nor can there be, until the Revolution is accomplished, until they fulfill their revolutionary duty, being truly faithful to their innate covenant with the Lord God, the True Lord of the worlds, and not with some Hamsters and Gophers who have no serious interests except their own selfish ones... ))

And watching all these films, listening to all these radio plays, all these songs about some heroic, again, Lena (that's how the song “...and Lenin is so young!” was refracted in my three- or four-year-old, still immature mind when I heard it for the first time), I physically felt my young heart filling with powerful strength and joy at my own involvement in the common cause of my country, the best in the world, country, and my personal belonging to the great Army of Light and, at the same time, to the chosen caste of priests of the Original Tradition, which is based, of course, on the desire for Love, Joy, and Happiness for each of the living and... unity with the Beginning...

Yes, throughout my entire childhood, I never got a peakless cap or a green plastic helmet with a red star, which I coveted every time I saw it in Detsky Mir, but I did have a Budenovka-style cap! And when I put it on, I felt like a Red commander, a Master, whose main purpose, if you remember, was not so much to shoot at enemies and hurt them, but simply to be responsible for everything... ))


“And does it work for you?” asked the panda, patiently listening to the end of “Bear's Cock” inspiring monologue.

“What exactly?” Wie-the-Poo clarified.

“Well, being responsible for everything...” Hold-me smiled.

“I don't know...” Wie-the-Poo answered honestly, and inside his tormented mind, the rooster crowed again…



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Super performance by a mature Kiev witch ...

self-fucking to the point of soul-tearing
With heart-rending screams and squirting...!

Yes, the girl was definitely on fire today! She frantically pounded her ass with a huge dildo, moaning and thrashing around as if she were about to die! )) She pounded her own pussy with her fist, rubbed her G-spot and squirted profusely, like a real dirty whore-bitch! She practically turned her pussy inside out! I haven't seen anything like this in a long time! Not from her, and probably in general... She must be about to get her period! )) Brilliant! And all this at 50+! What a fucking slut! Keep it up, Vikusia .!. )) I recommend everyone try this chick!

Perhaps the “mother of Russian cities” should also be brought back! Put her back on her father's dick, so to speak! )) Such compatriots are the true wealth of Russia! ))

Share, subscribe, repost, because a sense of humor and beauty will save the world, and a bitch driven to a state of animalistic sexual frenzy is one of the most beautiful phenomena in nature!..))



34. SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? or THE GAME IS THE QUEEN OF EVERYTHING .!. ))

“That's the problem, Reb! You're dealing with someone who's objectively inadequate, but according to the law, it turns out that you're the inadequate one!”

“Hmm...” Rabbit grunted, “Why is that a problem for you?” Well, yes, all truly intelligent people today are aware that the law is not on their side, and yes, it is stupid... And it was written, in general, for stupid people... Smart people understand everything anyway. By birthright, so to speak... Well, or, in any case, they should understand...

“To whom should they understand, Reb?” Wie-the-Poo smiled.

“Well, to themselves, for starters... And then life will show, as they say...” And Rabbit adjusted his pince-nez again.

“Okay, so who are these so-called ‘truly’ intelligent people who owe everything to everyone, and above all, to themselves?”

“The answer to that question is very simple, my friend,” smiled the “Big-Eared Bastard”. “They are, you see, creatures who feel the pulse of their own lives more keenly than others. Who, from youth, feel that everything in this world is conditional and, in essence, everything is a deception, except for their own ”I," which also comes from nowhere and one day disappears into nowhere. These are creatures that are difficult to manipulate, forcing them to act in their own interests, by getting them hooked, like on drugs, on beautiful but false fairy tales about universal prosperity, about the brotherhood and kinship of all living beings, and about the need to rush and fall, tearing themselves and their loved ones apart, to defend to the last drop of their blood some mythical homeland that is constantly threatened by mortal danger... And so on... In short, these are the kinds of creatures that the so-called State has never been able to seriously control.

Why does it even bother with them? Why does it want to control the intelligentsia? The intelligentsia doesn't bother the State and doesn't seek to control it! The intelligentsia understands that everything is an illusion and everything is conditional, and that there is no state in principle, and therefore it is impossible for anyone to control something that does not exist in reality... Isn't that so?” Wie-the-Poo asked, tilting his head slightly to one side with a hint of mischief.

"Of course it is, my friend! I'm glad you finally understand that! That's why we don't need your little Revolution! As long as you need the Revolution, you de facto acknowledge the existence of the State. When you begin to understand that, in essence, there is nothing, and there never has been, you become a truly free, truly intelligent person, and then no State can scare you, neither the Warlike Gopher nor the Rosy Hamster, and you don't need any little Revolution!

“Reb, Poo, why are you stuck here? Hurry up and get on stage!!! We're on air in three minutes!!!” Pyuppa suddenly ran into their dressing room, having recently quit webcamming and taken a job as assistant director of the top talk show “Who Gives a Fuck About Other People's Misfortunes?”...

“Okay, buddy, we'll talk on stage!” Rabbit winked slyly at Wie-the-Poo and gently pushed him forward toward the heavy velvet curtains...



New submissive session with a beautiful mature Hungarian bitch Szilvia Lauren .!.))

A cool bitch, originally from the once socialist Hungary... The chick was born in 1973, just like me... The girl is literally beaten with a big, strong dick, which, I suppose, works no worse than a rubber hose... ))

And now imagine that this hose is used to beat the chick right on her pussy! ))
She screams with delight and sweet pain at the same time...

When she screams especially loudly, the merciless dick bursts into her hole up to the balls and, after a couple of thrusts, hits the slut on her whore's vulva again!!! In general, everything is just as we like it - no respect for women, as, in fact, deep down, all normal chicks prefer to fuck... )))

Women always outwardly demand respect, but for some reason they cum hard in the role of a dirty, submissive whore... )) Apparently, nature is still stronger than momentary and temporary liberal heresies... )) The game is Queen of Everything .!. ))



“Thank you for your extremely original opinion!” exclaimed the host of “Who gives a fuck about someone else's grief?” loudly, like a circus ringmaster, a young, effeminate goat in a purple tailcoat. "Our platform is the arena of the eternal battle between Good and Evil! A field where different, sometimes polar opposite, opinions clash and fight for the Truth! But the Truth is worth fighting for! That is the concept of our program on the main entertainment channel of the best country in the world, and it will remain so! Well, in conclusion, we would like to take this opportunity to ask Maestro Poo to read us something from his latest poems! Maestro, you have the floor again!” And the goat, inviting Wie-the-Poo to read, clapped his hands lightly, breaking into a strained, benevolent smile...


Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved,
but slight distortion of meaning...))


*   *   *
Gradually, everything crumbled away…
But it didn't hurt, no way…
Just as if it all dissolved, you see…
Some bumps, some chips, a fleeting spree…
In essence, nothing remained for me…
Just paltry little thoughts, wild and free…

Halted, that notorious,
"inner conversation," quelled,
the "flow" has stopped,
the broadcast expelled…
No one's caught, no thief compelled…)))
No one is here,
and no one has anything
left for us, a farewell knell…

No one's here who could grieve and sigh,
that everything's passed…
Consequently,
no extra pain came nigh…
Just two silly kittens,
named Good and Evil, thereby,
tangled in a ball,
across the starry field they fly,

toward the nearest Black Hole's gleam…
It cunningly promised them a different dream…))


Original poem in Russian...))

*   *   *
Постепенно всё разрушилось…
Но это было небольно…
Просто как будто всё рассосалось…
Какие-то шишки, какие-то фишки…
В сущности, ничего не осталось…
Так, жалкие какие-то мыслишки…

Остановлен пресловутый
«внутренний разговор»,
остановлен «поток»,
прекращено вещание…
Никто не пойман, никто не вор…)))
Никого нет,
и никто ничего
не оставил нам на прощание…

Никого нет, кто расстроиться мог бы,
что всё прошло…
Следовательно,
не случилось и лишней боли…
Лишь два глупых котёнка
по кличкам Добро и Зло
спутались в клубок
и катятся по звёздному полю

в сторону ближайшей Чёрной Дыры…
Та лукаво им посулила иные миры…))


“Poo, that was just awesome!” exclaimed Hold-me the panda, dramatically throwing her arms open to embrace the Poet. "Especially that part, the bitter one about 'two stupid kittens, Good and Evil, black hole, pussy — everything's a mess,“ or whatever you call it?” And she burst out laughing again in a friendly way. “That's very subtle, Poo! Very cool!” I'm proud to know you!”

“Thanks, Holly!” Wie-the-Poo thanked her and gave his friend a light slap on the ass...



The art of blowjobs on camera in the family life of a mature couple ...

Peter Peter and Aimee got tired of the hustle and bustle of city life and moved to a country house. But even there, they are busy doing what they love: they have fun and fuck hard on camera to the delight of people and other free-thinking, enlightened audiences, but never forgetting the main thing: existence is an illusion, and only sincere acceptance of this fact gives a person a timid hope for happiness in any of the endless number of lives granted to each of us  .!. ))


T H E   E N D...

 

December 2023–January 2025, Moscow.


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П Р И Л О Ж Е Н И Е


НЕКОТОРЫЕ ИЗ СТИХОВ МАСТЕРА ПУ, ПРОЧИТАННЫХ ИМ НА ТВОРЧЕСКОМ ВЕЧЕРЕ В ТОЙ ЕЩЁ БИБЛИОТЕКЕ…))

* * *
Ты чувствуешь одно,
а мир тупой и жёсткий…
Как будто шар не круглый,
а неприлично плоский…

Как будто сам себе
ты только Каин-брат,
и чёрен небосвод,
и кругл, как квадрат…


* * *
Йобан буй, взошли цуккини,
колосится, сцуко, рожь…
Грустно только Буратине -
он отцвел, и не вернёшь

дерзкой, юной той Мальвины
вместо этой старой дуры…
И Пьеро — банально «синий»,
и от жизни нет микстуры…


* * *
Смотрит Хава в зеркало,
видит там Лилит…
В ЗмЕе всё померкнуло,
и адам болит…))


* * *
Вот потеплеет, помою окно…
Сбудется то, что желанно давно…)))
Видимо, стерпится;
видимо, слюбится;
Видимо, золотом станет говно…)))


* * *
Я - хороший понятливый гусь…
Если что, я уссусь и усрусь…
Чем обидеть кого-либо словом,
лучше сам снова буду ***вым…))

А когда я от этого сдохну,
к удивлению терпких мудил,
я всего только ахну и охну:
только я тут на свете и жил.!.)))
 

* * *
Я всё ещё здесь,
и мне по-прежнему тут не нравится…
Лучшего мира нет;
этот, есть маза, и так самый лучший…

Но я не тот, кто я есть,
понимаешь, моя Красавица…
Для того-то и тёмен он так,
чтобы ты была - лучик…)))


* * *
Фрагментарное мышление Вагины
вынесло мне мозг до половины…
На другую ж - я, как прежде, мудрый Данте:
тихо следую дорогами Веданты…))))


* * *
Жил в Вавилоне один баламут;
странный по тем временам…
Но знал он, что Б-г завсегда тут как тут;
звали его Авраам…))


* * *
Вся доблесть Женщины -
игрушкой быть Мужчине,
раздевшись донага, ****ой играя…
Хоть так покайся, ****ь, в Первопричине
несчастий Мира и изгнания из Рая… )))


* * *
Я хочу, чтоб меня попустило…))
Но не очень понятно, куда…
Я не знаю, что слабость, что сила…
Что удача, а что беда…))

…Но одно зато точно я знаю:
коль чего-то неведомо мне,
то другие тем более с краю…
и тем более в полном говне…))


* * *
Вакханки ёбают Орфея,
а он, стихи всё, да стихи…
Как будто Смерть, ****ь, тоже Фея,
и в Ней свои есть ништяки...


* * *
В суете российских смут
полюбился мне Талмуд…)))


* * *
Не в той реальности живут,
не тем смиренно *** сосут;
не то едят, не с теми спят,
не то всё время говорят…

Зачем они вообще живут?
Без них бы лучше было тут…)))
Как долог, сер, уныл их век!..
Я рад, что я - не человек…)))


* * *
Я к вам, говну, спустился в мир
и был весьма лоялен…
Но ваш тупой быдляцкий пир
чрезмерно радикален…)))

И вдруг невольно вспомнил я
средь шумного, ****ь, бала…
кто человек, а кто - свинья,
и дал вам по ****у…)))

 
* * *
Всю жизнь мечтаю об одном:
чтоб подавились вы говном!
СВОИМ ЖЕ собственным говном!
Всё остальное - ни о чём…)))


* * *
Маленькой ёлочке
холодно зимой…
А всем плевать на ёлочкин
глобальный геморрой…)))

Я сам, блять, сцуко, ёлочка
такая же в душе…
Ноах, Иаков, Авраам,
а где-то и Моше…)))

И каждый это думает,
и каждый в чём-то прав…
Неправы только Ёлочка
и брат её Исав…)))


* * *
Раз стоит на полке тоник,
значит где-то спрятан джин!)))
Если в доме алкоголик,
спрячь-ка ты валокордин!..)))

Он тебе ж и пригодится,
чтоб хоть кто-то бодр был,
когда нервная девица
вновь останется без сил…)))


* * *
Люди хотят меня видеть добрым;
Купать меня нежно в своём говне…
А я хочу себя видеть твёрдым:
Весь мир во Мне…)))


* * *
Мне говорит моя мама: «Постой!
Ты ж мною вскормлённый орёл молодой!»
А я отвечаю: «Тобой-то тобой,
да только орёл уже немолодой…

И вскормлен не только тобою одной,
но так же и всеми, кто был пред тобой…
И всеми, кто тоже боролся с собой,
чтоб ты родилась, и чтоб цвёл Домострой…

Но тёлки не любят, чтоб цвёл Домострой…
Им нравится быть своенравной КозлОй…
Чтоб, кто ни родись у них, тот - молодой,
и всё в этом мире Тебе лишь одной…))


* * *
Хорошо бы, чтоб стишки
выпускать могли кишки!..
Вечером прочёл стишок,
а наутро без кишок…

Их уборщица в мешок;
получи своё, дружок…))


* * *
Не сравнивай себя со мной,
читатель, сцуко, благородный…
Ты - бездарь, наглый и тупой;
я ж - гений внутренне свободный…))))


* * *   
Если творческие люди
очень сильно захотят,
то нетворческие люди
прямиком поедут в Ад…)))


* * *   
Мне говорит архангел Гавриил,
любитель всяко разных Водолеев:
«Оставь людей, они и так без сил,
давай с тобой Иное одолеем!..»

Я говорю: «Спасибо, ситный друг!
Я помню подвиги твои, Коран и прочи,
но странно мне, что всё ж порочный круг
не разорвал никто, кому ты это прочил…

Пойми ж и ты меня, Гаврило-Джебраил,
я б всей душой, но что-то результатов
не вижу я; уродлив мир, как был…
На свой же риск и страх мне… страшновато…»


* * *   
…И бегущий по волнам
царственный гиппопотам…))


* * *
Хочешь что-то умное сказать?
Осчастливить мир своей ***нёй?
Плюнь через плечо хотя б раз пять,
в зеркало взгляни и… молча спой…))


* * *
Иудаизм - Отец… авраамических религий,
христианство - Сын, ислам - мятежный Внук…
Когда ж уж отзвенят сии вериги,
и стихнет их сверлящий душу звук?…)))

Я знаю точно, Бог живёт внутри…
Но про другое ты уж мне не ври!..)))


* * *
Все погибли: люди, звери…
Все сгорели карусели…
Выбило все окна, двери,
выгорели сосны, ели…

Всё пропало, всё сгорело;
ни души тебе, ни тела…
всё достало до предела,
до «четвёртого отдела»…)))

Ах ты, Хава моя, Хава,
моя слабость, моя сила;
и позор ты мой и слава,
Хава-ты-моя-могила…)))               
               

* * *
«Как же мне всё надоело!» -
ныло тупое тело…
«Как же я хороша!» -
пела тупая душа…)))


* * *
Одному не скажи одного,
А другим не скажи другого…
Вроде разные вы, но Одно:
наугад расстреляй любого…))

Впрочем, мы ж либералы все,
И стрелять, типо, моветон…
Улыбнись, подмахни, но себе,
прошепчи «чтоб ты сдох, гандон!»…

И усни младенческим сном,
Где всем будет тепло и светло…
Где никто не ****ит не о том,
не маячит наглым еблом…))

В общем, я вам не друг и не брат…
Все свои по домам сидят…)))


* * *
- Да ты глубок!
- Да, йопть, как Колобок!..)))


* * *
Ты никогда романов моих не прочтёшь…
И никогда не поймёшь,
чем они всё же прекрасны…

Но с Тобой лишь я понял,
где правда, а где фальшь и ложь,
и Небо моё действительно стало ясным…


* * *
С наступлением зимы
люди стали, как холмы,
как курганы, как валы,
как вместилища золы

прежних вёсен, прежних лет,
прежних болей и побед;
как вместилища говна…
Где ж ты, новая весна?..

Ждёт удод и ждёт енот,
ждут медведь, козёл и крот…
Всем хотелось бы воспрять,
солнышко без хлеба жрать…

Но подозреваю я,
нам не светит нихуя…)))


* * *
Все в этот бренный мир зашли пописать,
а кто-то заодно тут и насрал…
Один немного, с пригоршню риса;
другой оставил кучу с Тадж-Махал…)))


* * *
Эта ваша «борьба за Свободу» -
просто детский капризный бред.
От свободы моральных уродов
мирозданию только вред…


* * *
Вас надо сечь нагайками и розгами,
бить шомполами, ноздри вырывать,
чтоб не йэбали вы, холопы, тупо мОзги нам!))
А как ещё людей в вас пробуждать?..))

Не брат ты мне, скотина тупорылая!
И ты, ****ина, нихуя мне не сестра! ))
Будь проклят ты, народ, говно постылое,
тупое, грубое и пьяное с утра…

Напрасно мы читать-писать учили вас…
Какие, нах, марксистские кружки!?.
Всё что вложили в вас, с мочою же и вылилось…
Мочой же и умойтесь, говнюки!..))

Из века в век одно, из года в год:
я в рот тебя йэбал, простой народ!.. ((


* * *
Не требуй от людей того,
что дать тебе они не в силах…
Реально ж нет их никого,
а есть лишь ты, пустой, но милый…))


* * *
Я - летописец ваш, но мне кто летописец?
Кто мне соснёт мой философский ***?
Сломался карандаш? Растрачен, сцуко, бисер-с?
Тебе письмо! Танцуй, говно, танцуй!..)))


* * *
И опять этот дождь,
и опять этот снег…
Он невидим, но вечен,
коль ты человек…

Можно Хаву винить,
можно Еву винить…
Но Адам — только Ты,
и ТЕБЕ с этим жить…)))


* * *
Я лучше всех, во всём и несомненно…
я — котик, зайчег и олень лесной…
Мне нравится, что я сокрыт свершенно
от тех, кому вполне светло со мной…))


* * *
Я не нуждаюсь в оппонентах,
реально похуй мне их мненье…
Своих хватает экскрементов,
свои ж и дОроги сомненья…)))


* * *
Я - не сумасшедший; я - артистичный...))


* * *
Тора - странная штука...
Всё написано там…
Кто пророк, а кто сука,
кто говно по углам…

Там написано также,
кто мудак, а кто нет,
и чьё слово тут важно,
кто - всего лишь поэт…

Почему тёлкам можно,
а Мужчинам никак…
Почему что-то ложно,
что-то ж попросту факт…

Всё написано в Книгах,
и не в Торе одной…
Но милей всего фига
сраной тле под Горой…))


* * *
Увы, немного нас, кто взрощены Софоклом,
Петронием Арбитром, Кафкой, Миллером…
Над вами не висит как меч Дамоклов
тень Гамлета, Гомера тень иль Шиллера…

Над вами нихуя, ****ь, не висит…
Но все вы, как один, за демократию…)))
Я ненавижу вас за тупость, без обид…
Себялюбивое говно вы и предатели!..

Вам, говноедам, одолженье сделали,
сказав, что даже ваше ценно мнение…
И вы, говно, нам о таком поведали,
что тут и поразило нас… СОМНЕНИЕ…)))


* * *
Жил да был на свете Каин,
мальчик вроде неплохой…
Слушался; знал, кто Хозяин;
был на «ты» с самой землёй…

И от всей души однажды
Богу дал он всё, что мог…
У Того ж был день неважный
«Пососи-ка ты ***к!» -

молвил Бог и через силу
сделал вид, что Гевель круче…
Правда сразу свёл в могилу -
вот такой «особый случай»!.. )))

Бог на то и основатель
нашего миропорядка,
что не нам решать, приятель,
где говно, где шоколадка…)))


К О Н Е Ц



Библиография))):

1. Тора.
2. Библия.
3. Коран.
4. Сефер Йецира.
5. Зогар.
6. Хосе Ортега-и-Гассет «Восстание масс».
7. Рене Генон «Кризис современного мира», «Символика креста», «Царь мира», “Духовное владычество и мирская власть», «Символы священной науки».
8. Елена Блаватская «Тайная доктрина», «Разоблачённая Изида».
9. Эдуард Лимонов «Это я, Эдичка!», «У нас была великая эпоха».
10. Владимир Сорокин «Лёд».
11. Моше бен Маймон «Путеводитель для заплутавших».
12. Отто Вейнингер «Пол и характер».
13. Юлиус Эвола «Метафизика пола», «Метафизика войны».
14. Аллан Александр Милн «Винни-пух и все-все-все» (пересказ Бориса Заходера).
15. Раймонд Моуди «Жизнь после жизни».
16. Макс Гурин-X-Скворцов «Новый космос, или Анализ человеческого «Я» как единственной объективной сущности бытия».
17. Томас Метцингер «Тоннель эго: Наука о Разуме и Миф о собственном “Я”».
18. Макс Штирнер «Единственный и его собственность».
19. Джордж Оруэлл «1984», «Скотный двор».
20. Рудольф Штайнер «Апокалипсис», «Очерки тайноведения».
21. Елена Ильина «Четвёртая высота».
22. Гангадхар Тилак «Арктическая родина в Ведах».
23. Зигмунд Фрейд «Очерки по теории сексуальности», «Я и Оно», “Введение в психоанализ».
24. Карл Густав Юнг «Архетип и символ».
25. Эрих Фромм «Анатомия человеческой деструктивности», «Иметь или быть?».
26. Михаил Булгаков «Мастер и Маргарита», «Собачье сердце».
27. Мартин Хайдеггер «Время и бытие».
28. Фридрих Ницше «Так говорил Заратустра», «По ту сторону добра и зла».




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