Herurg: ↑31 Oct 2023, 13:57
It happened. Just not quite in the classic (porn) version. This was in the early 90s. A guy and a girl, actors from one of the provincial theaters, decided to get married. Both were already closer to 30. They celebrated their wedding in the city where their theater was located, after which they came to the bride’s homeland to repeat the celebration with relatives and friends of the newlywed. At that time, I was hanging out with a girl who was a classmate of the bride and that’s how I ended up at this wedding. At that time I was handsome, young, perky, not without wit and ease of communication. And having strengthened all these qualities with alcoholic libations, I simply couldn’t hold back my courage. Funny toasts, jokes, all sorts of catchy things flowed out of me like champagne shooting out of a bottle. The bride, to her credit, also did not lag behind, the lighter was still there. But the groom, unfortunately, in the middle of this bacchanalia, wilted, having drunk too much of his mother-in-law’s infusions, and rested peacefully on the sofa. He didn’t sleep, but he didn’t shine with any special thoughts anymore. That’s why he probably clapped louder than everyone else when my fiancée and I entered in some kind of dirty dancing competition that we invented. The dance turned out to be really too frank and unusually long. But we had a blast. I felt her, lost myself in her, saw hundreds of devils in her eyes and such a fire that it was impossible not to burn in it... Then we received a standing ovation, drank champagne, and, sweating, went out to smoke in the yard, in the summer kitchen. And then, as soon as we crossed the threshold, it was as if we found ourselves in the epicenter of a hurricane. Lips, hands, bodies, everything was intertwined in bizarre combinations. Clothes mysteriously disappeared from our bodies and evaporated. And then we went crazy. It was as if the world had disappeared, only we and the waves on which we soared into the heavens remained. Tenderness mixed with some kind of wild, frenzied passion and we reveled in this cocktail... And then there were her tears on my chest, and some kind of terrible tearing melancholy, one for two... Returning to the guests, we ran into her mother in the yard. Although she didn’t say anything, it was clear that everything was clear to her with us. Most of the guests had already left by that time, the groom was happily snoring in the bedroom, the friend with whom I came also left the holiday, realizing what was what. But at that moment it didn’t bother me at all. As I was about to leave, the bride came out to say goodbye. We stood there for a long time trying to see something in each other’s eyes and it was all so doomed, so hopeless even a howl. Somehow I found the strength to leave. A day later we met, literally for 10 minutes. She asked me to come to her, I promised. After they left, I quit my job, even signed out, but at the last moment I changed my mind. He was afraid to ruin her life and simply disappeared. I apologize that the story is not porn, but not everything in life is porn... it happens. Confused, chaotic and without a happy ending.
Your story couldn’t have a happy ending in principle: not every sex should end in a relationship or, especially, a marriage .
These things must be distinguished.
It was not in vain that the bride married that man: she loved him, and there was passion with you. And not so strong that she wants to leave her husband.
Ideally, you would be a family friend and fuck her together with her husband.
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[quote=Herurg post_id=280646 time=1698785838 user_id=11070] It happened. Just not quite in the classic (porn) version. This was in the early 90s. A guy and a girl, actors from one of the provincial theaters, decided to get married. Both were already closer to 30. They celebrated their wedding in the city where their theater was located, after which they came to the bride’s homeland to repeat the celebration with relatives and friends of the newlywed. At that time, I was hanging out with a girl who was a classmate of the bride and that’s how I ended up at this wedding. At that time I was handsome, young, perky, not without wit and ease of communication. And having strengthened all these qualities with alcoholic libations, I simply couldn’t hold back my courage. :-D Funny toasts, jokes, all sorts of catchy things flowed out of me like champagne shooting out of a bottle. The bride, to her credit, also did not lag behind, the lighter was still there. But the groom, unfortunately, in the middle of this bacchanalia, wilted, having drunk too much of his mother-in-law’s infusions, and rested peacefully on the sofa. He didn’t sleep, but he didn’t shine with any special thoughts anymore. That’s why he probably clapped louder than everyone else when my fiancée and I entered in some kind of dirty dancing competition that we invented. The dance turned out to be really too frank and unusually long. But we had a blast. I felt her, lost myself in her, saw hundreds of devils in her eyes and such a fire that it was impossible not to burn in it... Then we received a standing ovation, drank champagne, and, sweating, went out to smoke in the yard, in the summer kitchen. And then, as soon as we crossed the threshold, it was as if we found ourselves in the epicenter of a hurricane. Lips, hands, bodies, everything was intertwined in bizarre combinations. Clothes mysteriously disappeared from our bodies and evaporated. And then we went crazy. It was as if the world had disappeared, only we and the waves on which we soared into the heavens remained. Tenderness mixed with some kind of wild, frenzied passion and we reveled in this cocktail... And then there were her tears on my chest, and some kind of terrible tearing melancholy, one for two... Returning to the guests, we ran into her mother in the yard. Although she didn’t say anything, it was clear that everything was clear to her with us. Most of the guests had already left by that time, the groom was happily snoring in the bedroom, the friend with whom I came also left the holiday, realizing what was what. But at that moment it didn’t bother me at all. As I was about to leave, the bride came out to say goodbye. We stood there for a long time trying to see something in each other’s eyes and it was all so doomed, so hopeless even a howl. Somehow I found the strength to leave. A day later we met, literally for 10 minutes. She asked me to come to her, I promised. After they left, I quit my job, even signed out, but at the last moment I changed my mind. He was afraid to ruin her life and simply disappeared. I apologize that the story is not porn, but not everything in life is porn... it happens. Confused, chaotic and without a happy ending. [/quote]
Your story couldn’t have a happy ending in principle: not every sex should end in a relationship or, especially, a marriage . These things must be distinguished. It was not in vain that the bride married that man: she loved him, and there was passion with you. And not so strong that she wants to leave her husband. Ideally, you would be a family friend and fuck her together with her husband.
Strecoza: ↑02 Nov 2023, 01:31
Re-read the nonsense and speculation that you wrote and you will understand what I wrote about.
Well, I re-read... What should I understand? Have you had direct contact with these people at all? Just not like that, like an acquaintance came on vacation, on a visit, etc. Namely, en masse, in that environment? If not, then you don’t need to tell me the tales of the Vienna Woods.
[quote=Strecoza post_id=281215 time=1698913917 user_id=15698] Re-read the nonsense and speculation that you wrote and you will understand what I wrote about. [/quote] Well, I re-read... What should I understand? Have you had direct contact with these people at all? Just not like that, like an acquaintance came on vacation, on a visit, etc. Namely, en masse, in that environment? If not, then you don’t need to tell me the tales of the Vienna Woods.
Strecoza: ↑02 Nov 2023, 01:31
Re-read the nonsense and speculation that you wrote and you will understand what I wrote about.
Well, I re-read... What should I understand ? Have you had direct contact with these people at all? Just not like that, like an acquaintance came on vacation, on a visit, etc. Namely, en masse, in that environment? If not, then you don’t need to tell me the tales of the Vienna Woods.
Don’t speak in riddles. Where did you contact and how? And what exactly worries you?
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[quote=Womanslave post_id=282484 time=1699040272 user_id=19278] [quote=Strecoza post_id=281215 time=1698913917 user_id= 15698] Re-read the nonsense and speculation that you wrote and you will understand what I wrote about. [/quote] Well, I re-read... What should I understand ? Have you had direct contact with these people at all? Just not like that, like an acquaintance came on vacation, on a visit, etc. Namely, en masse, in that environment? If not, then you don’t need to tell me the tales of the Vienna Woods. [/quote]
Don’t speak in riddles. Where did you contact and how? And what exactly worries you?
I think that there are few people so desperate and daring who managed to fuck a bride at a wedding, or, already as a bride, cuckold her husband on the very first day.
In any case, no one forbade anyone from fantasizing. For my wife and I, these fantasies have moved to a slightly different level. For this purpose, the wife’s wardrobe has a wedding outfit with a veil, white stockings and everything that brides wear at a wedding. And then it’s all a matter of developing your imagination :)
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I think that there are few people so desperate and daring who managed to fuck a bride at a wedding, or, already as a bride, cuckold her husband on the very first day. In any case, no one forbade anyone from fantasizing. For my wife and I, these fantasies have moved to a slightly different level. For this purpose, the wife’s wardrobe has a wedding outfit with a veil, white stockings and everything that brides wear at a wedding. And then it’s all a matter of developing your imagination :)
The topic has been trashed again.
I agree about fantasies and dreams, for many it remains like this and develops, there is nothing wrong with that.
But some people have it in real life..
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The topic has been trashed again. I agree about fantasies and dreams, for many it remains like this and develops, there is nothing wrong with that. But some people have it in real life..
More like reflections on the topic of porn films, of course, men probably like and are excited by this, but at those weddings where this has happened, it is completely unrealistic, and such desires, again, are from the realm of fantasy rather than being realized in reality.
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More like reflections on the topic of porn films, of course, men probably like and are excited by this, but at those weddings where this has happened, it is completely unrealistic, and such desires, again, are from the realm of fantasy rather than being realized in reality.
PavelNokia: ↑04 Nov 2023, 02:02
The topic has been trashed again.
I agree about fantasies and dreams, for many it remains and develops, there is nothing wrong with that.
But some people have it in real life.. n
Of course, somewhere, at some time, and with someone, this happened, but I think that those who read this forum will not write anything real to you. It will be either a fantasy or a banal fiction.
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[quote=PavelNokia post_id=282701 time=1699088523 user_id=15476] The topic has been trashed again. I agree about fantasies and dreams, for many it remains and develops, there is nothing wrong with that. But some people have it in real life.. n[/quote] Of course, somewhere, at some time, and with someone, this happened, but I think that those who read this forum will not write anything real to you. It will be either a fantasy or a banal fiction.
Herurg: ↑31 Oct 2023, 13:57
It happened. Just not quite in the classic (porn) version. This was in the early 90s. A guy and a girl, actors from one of the provincial theaters, decided to get married. Both were already closer to 30. They celebrated their wedding in the city where their theater was located, after which they came to the bride’s homeland to repeat the celebration with relatives and friends of the newlywed. At that time, I was hanging out with a girl who was a classmate of the bride and that’s how I ended up at this wedding. At that time I was handsome, young, perky, not without wit and ease of communication. And having strengthened all these qualities with alcoholic libations, I simply couldn’t hold back my courage. Funny toasts, jokes, all sorts of catchy things flowed out of me like champagne shooting out of a bottle. The bride, to her credit, also did not lag behind, the lighter was still there. But the groom, unfortunately, in the middle of this bacchanalia, wilted, having drunk too much of his mother-in-law’s infusions, and rested peacefully on the sofa. He didn’t sleep, but he didn’t shine with any special thoughts anymore. That’s why he probably clapped louder than everyone else when my fiancée and I entered in some kind of dirty dancing competition that we invented. The dance turned out to be really too frank and unusually long. But we had a blast. I felt her, lost myself in her, saw hundreds of devils in her eyes and such a fire that it was impossible not to burn in it... Then we received a standing ovation, drank champagne, and, sweating, went out to smoke in the yard, in the summer kitchen. And then, as soon as we crossed the threshold, it was as if we found ourselves in the epicenter of a hurricane. Lips, hands, bodies, everything was intertwined in bizarre combinations. Clothes mysteriously disappeared from our bodies and evaporated. And then we went crazy. It was as if the world had disappeared, only we and the waves on which we soared into the heavens remained. Tenderness mixed with some kind of wild, frenzied passion and we reveled in this cocktail... And then there were her tears on my chest, and some kind of terrible tearing melancholy, one for two... Returning to the guests, we ran into her mother in the yard. Although she didn’t say anything, it was clear that everything was clear to her with us. Most of the guests had already left by that time, the groom was happily snoring in the bedroom, the friend with whom I came also left the holiday, realizing what was what. But at that moment it didn’t bother me at all. As I was about to leave, the bride came out to say goodbye. We stood there for a long time trying to see something in each other’s eyes and it was all so doomed, so hopeless even a howl. Somehow I found the strength to leave. A day later we met, literally for 10 minutes. She asked me to come to her, I promised. After they left, I quit my job, even signed out, but at the last moment I changed my mind. He was afraid to ruin her life and simply disappeared. I apologize that the story is not porn, but not everything in life is porn... it happens. Confused, chaotic and without a happy ending.
Beautiful story.
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[quote=Herurg post_id=280646 time=1698785838 user_id=11070] It happened. Just not quite in the classic (porn) version. This was in the early 90s. A guy and a girl, actors from one of the provincial theaters, decided to get married. Both were already closer to 30. They celebrated their wedding in the city where their theater was located, after which they came to the bride’s homeland to repeat the celebration with relatives and friends of the newlywed. At that time, I was hanging out with a girl who was a classmate of the bride and that’s how I ended up at this wedding. At that time I was handsome, young, perky, not without wit and ease of communication. And having strengthened all these qualities with alcoholic libations, I simply couldn’t hold back my courage. Funny toasts, jokes, all sorts of catchy things flowed out of me like champagne shooting out of a bottle. The bride, to her credit, also did not lag behind, the lighter was still there. But the groom, unfortunately, in the middle of this bacchanalia, wilted, having drunk too much of his mother-in-law’s infusions, and rested peacefully on the sofa. He didn’t sleep, but he didn’t shine with any special thoughts anymore. That’s why he probably clapped louder than everyone else when my fiancée and I entered in some kind of dirty dancing competition that we invented. The dance turned out to be really too frank and unusually long. But we had a blast. I felt her, lost myself in her, saw hundreds of devils in her eyes and such a fire that it was impossible not to burn in it... Then we received a standing ovation, drank champagne, and, sweating, went out to smoke in the yard, in the summer kitchen. And then, as soon as we crossed the threshold, it was as if we found ourselves in the epicenter of a hurricane. Lips, hands, bodies, everything was intertwined in bizarre combinations. Clothes mysteriously disappeared from our bodies and evaporated. And then we went crazy. It was as if the world had disappeared, only we and the waves on which we soared into the heavens remained. Tenderness mixed with some kind of wild, frenzied passion and we reveled in this cocktail... And then there were her tears on my chest, and some kind of terrible tearing melancholy, one for two... Returning to the guests, we ran into her mother in the yard. Although she didn’t say anything, it was clear that everything was clear to her with us. Most of the guests had already left by that time, the groom was happily snoring in the bedroom, the friend with whom I came also left the holiday, realizing what was what. But at that moment it didn’t bother me at all. As I was about to leave, the bride came out to say goodbye. We stood there for a long time trying to see something in each other’s eyes and it was all so doomed, so hopeless even a howl. Somehow I found the strength to leave. A day later we met, literally for 10 minutes. She asked me to come to her, I promised. After they left, I quit my job, even signed out, but at the last moment I changed my mind. He was afraid to ruin her life and simply disappeared. I apologize that the story is not porn, but not everything in life is porn... it happens. Confused, chaotic and without a happy ending. [/quote]
Strecoza: ↑03 Nov 2023, 12:40
And what is actually bothering you?
At the moment, you are bothering me. And if you’re wondering where I came into contact with them, I moved from the "newly acquired areas" or whatever it’s called. So you don’t have to tell me anything about it.
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[quote=Strecoza post_id=282485 time=1699040401 user_id=15698] And what is actually bothering you? [/quote] At the moment, you are bothering me. And if you’re wondering where I came into contact with them, I moved from the "newly acquired areas" or whatever it’s called. So you don’t have to tell me anything about it.
Strecoza: ↑03 Nov 2023, 12:40
And what is actually bothering you?
At the moment, you are bothering me. And if you’re wondering where I came into contact with them, I moved from the "newly acquired areas" or whatever it’s called. Therefore, you don’t have to tell me anything about this
Tell me in more detail, what is the reason for your concern? Are you registered with the PND?
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[quote=Womanslave post_id=283865 time=1699332752 user_id=19278] [quote=Strecoza post_id=282485 time=1699040401 user_id= 15698] And what is actually bothering you? [/quote] At the moment, you are bothering me. And if you’re wondering where I came into contact with them, I moved from the "newly acquired areas" or whatever it’s called. Therefore, you don’t have to tell me anything about this [/quote]
Tell me in more detail, what is the reason for your concern? Are you registered with the PND?
Concerned: ↑25 Oct 2023, 08:42
It’s actually a very positive situation. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride.
Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and some kind of archival materials.
So he wrote there that in various communities due to lack of money and sometimes simply because of the greed of brides stole. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then that’s exactly what happened and no other way.
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[quote=Concerned post_id=277809 time=1698248577 user_id=8617] It’s actually a very positive situation. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride. [/quote] Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and some kind of archival materials.
So he wrote there that in various communities due to lack of money and sometimes simply because of the greed of brides stole. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then that’s exactly what happened and no other way.
Concerned: ↑25 Oct 2023, 08:42
A very positive situation indeed. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride.
Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and archival facts.
So he wrote there that in various communities, due to lack of money and sometimes simply out of greed, brides were stolen. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then it was just like that and no other way.
[quote=Vasyanitsa post_id=284086 time=1699365409 user_id=20537] [quote=Concerned post_id=277809 time=1698248577 user_id= 8617] A very positive situation indeed. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride. [/quote] Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and archival facts.
So he wrote there that in various communities, due to lack of money and sometimes simply out of greed, brides were stolen. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then it was just like that and no other way. [/quote]
According to the subject, and specifically about veterans of the Northern Military District. I have already seen those who returned and communicated with some. Of course, not with Wagner stormtroopers recruited from the zone, but with mobilized and patriotic volunteers. Of course, the war has its imprint, but those who left adequately returned adequately. And I haven’t heard about any problems in their families.
And the drunken cattle screaming on the street will continue to scream, only now they will boast that they fought, but how they fought is another question.
Of course, I myself am guilty of sometimes lumping everyone with the same brush, but you shouldn’t do this either in your personal life, or in public life, or on a forum, or in bed.
Will your wife give it to the soldiers or not?
I would generally advise not to develop this topic.
It’s almost like inciting something religious.
I wouldn’t write anything about this at all, here or anywhere at all.
It’s not the right time for the situation.
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Strecoza : ↑07 Nov 2023, 06:00
They didn’t care whose Will there be a child?
Where bride theft was practiced, there were many children in families. The more boys the better - their own small army of completely frostbitten teenagers and then young people ready to do anything to anyone. And if we say there are five or more brothers and they are all almost the same age, then somewhere in the Middle East this is a very, very serious force.
So who does he look like there and whose eldest is he? doesn’t matter.
By the way. I once noticed that in the Middle East they are quite willing to adopt young children of European appearance. And that it’s very cool when in some large family one of the children is completely white. But with their troubles, with their language and in general it’s okay.
Well, as for what’s not yours, the question here is very acute. Either this way or not at all! There will be no wife, no children. And there definitely won’t be a wife because the ransom is very large. Well, let’s say this approximately if translated into our realities if marriages would not be registered in the registry office if the groom does not have his own home of at least a three-room apartment.
So that the family would be immediately comfortable, so that two children of different sexes would have their own room.
And parents should fuck not in the bathroom and kitchen, but calmly in their bedroom.
According to the subject, and specifically about veterans of the Northern Military District. I have already seen those who returned and communicated with some. Of course, not with Wagner stormtroopers recruited from the zone, but with mobilized and patriotic volunteers. Of course, the war has its imprint, but those who left adequately returned adequately. And I haven’t heard about any problems in their families. And the drunken cattle screaming on the street will continue to scream, only now they will boast that they fought, but how they fought is another question.
Of course, I myself am guilty of sometimes lumping everyone with the same brush, but you shouldn’t do this either in your personal life, or in public life, or on a forum, or in bed.
Will your wife give it to the soldiers or not? [/quote]
I would generally advise not to develop this topic. It’s almost like inciting something religious. I wouldn’t write anything about this at all, here or anywhere at all. It’s not the right time for the situation.
[size=85][color=green]Sent after 8 minutes 10 seconds:[/color][/size] [quote=Strecoza post_id=284089 time=1699365603 user_id=15698] They didn’t care whose Will there be a child? [/quote] Where bride theft was practiced, there were many children in families. The more boys the better - their own small army of completely frostbitten teenagers and then young people ready to do anything to anyone. And if we say there are five or more brothers and they are all almost the same age, then somewhere in the Middle East this is a very, very serious force.
So who does he look like there and whose eldest is he? doesn’t matter. By the way. I once noticed that in the Middle East they are quite willing to adopt young children of European appearance. And that it’s very cool when in some large family one of the children is completely white. But with their troubles, with their language and in general it’s okay.
Well, as for what’s not yours, the question here is very acute. Either this way or not at all! There will be no wife, no children. And there definitely won’t be a wife because the ransom is very large. Well, let’s say this approximately if translated into our realities if marriages would not be registered in the registry office if the groom does not have his own home of at least a three-room apartment. So that the family would be immediately comfortable, so that two children of different sexes would have their own room. And parents should fuck not in the bathroom and kitchen, but calmly in their bedroom.
According to the subject, and specifically about veterans of the Northern Military District. I have already seen those who returned and communicated with some. Of course, not with Wagner stormtroopers recruited from the zone, but with mobilized and patriotic volunteers. Of course, the war has its imprint, but those who left adequately returned adequately. And I haven’t heard about any problems in their families.
And the drunken cattle screaming on the street will continue to scream, only now they will boast that they fought, but how they fought is another question.
Of course, I myself am guilty of sometimes lumping everyone with the same brush, but you shouldn’t do this either in your personal life, or in public life, or on a forum, or in bed.
Will your wife give it to the soldiers or not?
I would generally advise not to develop this topic.
It’s almost like inciting something religious.
I wouldn’t write anything about this at all, here or anywhere at all.
It’s not the right time for the situation.
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Strecoza : ↑07 Nov 2023, 06:00
They didn’t care whose Will there be a child?
Where bride theft was practiced, there were many children in families. The more boys the better - their own small army of completely frostbitten teenagers and then young people ready to do anything to anyone. And if we say there are five or more brothers and they are all almost the same age, then somewhere in the Middle East this is a very, very serious force.
So who does he look like there and whose eldest is he? doesn’t matter.
By the way. I once noticed that in the Middle East they are quite willing to adopt young children of European appearance. And that it’s very cool when in some large family one of the children is completely white. But with their troubles, with their language and in general it’s okay.
Well, as for what’s not yours, the question here is very acute. Either this way or not at all! There will be no wife, no children. And there definitely won’t be a wife because the ransom is very large. Well, let’s say this approximately if translated into our realities if marriages would not be registered in the registry office if the groom does not have his own home of at least a three-room apartment.
So that the family would be immediately comfortable, so that two children of different sexes would have their own room.
And for parents to fuck not in the bathroom and kitchen, but quietly in their bedroom.
They were wild people. Now there are such countries too. Like a cancerous tumor on the body of the Earth.
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According to the subject, and specifically about veterans of the Northern Military District. I have already seen those who returned and communicated with some. Of course, not with Wagner stormtroopers recruited from the zone, but with mobilized and patriotic volunteers. Of course, the war has its imprint, but those who left adequately returned adequately. And I haven’t heard about any problems in their families. And the drunken cattle screaming on the street will continue to scream, only now they will boast that they fought, but how they fought is another question.
Of course, I myself am guilty of sometimes lumping everyone with the same brush, but you shouldn’t do this either in your personal life, or in public life, or on a forum, or in bed.
Will your wife give it to the soldiers or not? [/quote]
I would generally advise not to develop this topic. It’s almost like inciting something religious. I wouldn’t write anything about this at all, here or anywhere at all. It’s not the right time for the situation.
[size=85][color=green]Sent after 8 minutes 10 seconds:[/color][/size] [quote=Strecoza post_id=284089 time=1699365603 user_id=15698] They didn’t care whose Will there be a child? [/quote] Where bride theft was practiced, there were many children in families. The more boys the better - their own small army of completely frostbitten teenagers and then young people ready to do anything to anyone. And if we say there are five or more brothers and they are all almost the same age, then somewhere in the Middle East this is a very, very serious force.
So who does he look like there and whose eldest is he? doesn’t matter. By the way. I once noticed that in the Middle East they are quite willing to adopt young children of European appearance. And that it’s very cool when in some large family one of the children is completely white. But with their troubles, with their language and in general it’s okay.
Well, as for what’s not yours, the question here is very acute. Either this way or not at all! There will be no wife, no children. And there definitely won’t be a wife because the ransom is very large. Well, let’s say this approximately if translated into our realities if marriages would not be registered in the registry office if the groom does not have his own home of at least a three-room apartment. So that the family would be immediately comfortable, so that two children of different sexes would have their own room. And for parents to fuck not in the bathroom and kitchen, but quietly in their bedroom. [/quote]
They were wild people. Now there are such countries too. Like a cancerous tumor on the body of the Earth.
Concerned: ↑25 Oct 2023, 08:42
A very positive situation indeed. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride.
Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and some kind of archival materials.
So he wrote there that in various communities due to lack of money and sometimes simply because of the greed of brides stole. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then it was just like that and no other way.
An interesting historical fact. Of course, I suspected about debauchery during the abduction of the bride, but I didn’t think that everything was so thorough
[quote=Vasyanitsa post_id=284086 time=1699365409 user_id=20537] [quote=Concerned post_id=277809 time=1698248577 user_id= 8617] A very positive situation indeed. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride. [/quote] Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and some kind of archival materials.
So he wrote there that in various communities due to lack of money and sometimes simply because of the greed of brides stole. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then it was just like that and no other way. [/quote]
An interesting historical fact. Of course, I suspected about debauchery during the abduction of the bride, but I didn’t think that everything was so thorough
In the summer, back in 1982, I was returning from a business trip to Novosibirsk home by train. A noisy company headed by a newly-made husband and wife settled in Barabinsk, returning from their own wedding. We occupied three compartments... The bride and groom were placed in one compartment, the groom’s friends were traveling in the other two. The bride was already without a veil, everyone was drunk and cheerful. Until the evening, we pumped ourselves up to the point of squealing like a pig, tried to fight with the conductor, but were unable to due to significant intoxication. By ten o’clock in the evening everyone crawled onto the shelves, dead drunk. Later, the bride-wife literally crawled into the corridor, she felt nauseous and twice, on the way to the toilet, she vomited on the carpet. The conductor, a huge vakhlak, took her by the arms and pulled her into the vestibule. Everything was quiet, I couldn’t sleep and I decided to smoke a cigarette. In the vestibule I found the following picture: the bride is standing cancerously, holding onto the bars on the front door, her panties are pulled down to her knees, and the conductor is puffing from behind. When he saw me, he said only one word: “Come in.” I moved to another carriage, smoked in the vestibule and went to bed. Nothing had changed in “our” vestibule, the conductor was still puffing, the bride-wife mumbled something inaudibly... Only half an hour later I heard the conductor’s steps, he went to his room, leaving the “lady” in the vestibule. In the morning, the train chief, walking along the train, found her there. "The lady" was insane, tried to pull up her panties, but nothing worked. The head of the train took her to the compartment that she indicated, but it was my compartment... Then I had to pull her into the corridor and pull her into the compartment of her husband-groom. It was a sinful thing that I thought that it would be nice to take advantage of the moment, the bride was already very pretty, but the fumes and the smell of vomit repelled her... Slightly off topic, but I remembered the words "Sex with the bride"...
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In the summer, back in 1982, I was returning from a business trip to [url=viewtopic.php?t=6287]Novosibirsk[ /url] home by train. A noisy company headed by a newly-made husband and wife settled in Barabinsk, returning from their own wedding. We occupied three compartments... The bride and groom were placed in one compartment, the groom’s friends were traveling in the other two. The bride was already without a veil, everyone was drunk and cheerful. Until the evening, we pumped ourselves up to the point of squealing like a pig, tried to fight with the conductor, but were unable to due to significant intoxication. By ten o’clock in the evening everyone crawled onto the shelves, dead drunk. Later, the bride-wife literally crawled into the corridor, she felt nauseous and twice, on the way to the toilet, she vomited on the carpet. The conductor, a huge vakhlak, took her by the arms and pulled her into the vestibule. Everything was quiet, I couldn’t sleep and I decided to smoke a cigarette. In the vestibule I found the following picture: the bride is standing cancerously, holding onto the bars on the front door, her panties are pulled down to her knees, and the conductor is puffing from behind. When he saw me, he said only one word: “Come in.” I moved to another carriage, smoked in the vestibule and went to bed. Nothing had changed in “our” vestibule, the conductor was still puffing, the bride-wife mumbled something inaudibly... Only half an hour later I heard the conductor’s steps, he went to his room, leaving the “lady” in the vestibule. In the morning, the train chief, walking along the train, found her there. "The lady" was insane, tried to pull up her panties, but nothing worked. The head of the train took her to the compartment that she indicated, but it was my compartment... Then I had to pull her into the corridor and pull her into the compartment of her husband-groom. It was a sinful thing that I thought that it would be nice to take advantage of the moment, the bride was already very pretty, but the fumes and the smell of vomit repelled her... Slightly off topic, but I remembered the words "Sex with the bride"...
Shlyhoeb, What’s the point of writing fantasies? Just to fantasize? In my fantasies, I would write that I pulled this newly-made wife into the compartment and fucked her all night...
But nothing like that happened. The groom-husband was completely drunk and rolled around in his compartment like a log until the evening. We got out somewhere near Ufa...
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[ref=#0000ff]Shlyhoeb[/ref], What’s the point of writing fantasies? Just to fantasize? In my fantasies, I would write that I pulled this newly-made wife into the compartment and fucked her all night... But nothing like that happened. The groom-husband was completely drunk and rolled around in his compartment like a log until the evening. We got out somewhere near Ufa...
Ramrod34: ↑10 Nov 2023, 01:43
Shlyhoeb, What’s the point of writing fantasies? Just to fantasize? In my fantasies, I would write that I pulled this newly-made wife into the compartment and fucked her all night...
But nothing like that happened. The groom-husband was completely drunk and rolled around in his compartment like a log until the evening. We got out somewhere near Ufa...
Well, yes. I think that’s exactly what happened. And I think that our mothers were also those lighters in their time.
And our dads, I think they all know this, but they just keep quiet. Otherwise, I think, under some kind of special equipment, both of them can say something like that, against this background, we will all be just bunny boys from the church choir.
Especially about how they met and under what circumstances. And why Petrovich often comes to visit, and why the eldest child does not at all look like either his mother or his father.
I also had a friend who got married once. So his eldest daughter is a pure Tatar in appearance!
Although my friend is Russian himself, from somewhere in Kamchatka. And his wife is also Russian, with blond hair. But the eldest daughter is Tatar! How can this be!?
And so! Or she got pregnant and then quickly let’s get married. Or, in general, this friend fucked this future wife of his together with someone. But then I either liked it or it just happened that way. But they got married and live. They also gave birth to someone there. I no longer saw what they looked like.
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[quote=Ramrod34 post_id=285644 time=1699609384 user_id=20216] Shlyhoeb, What’s the point of writing fantasies? Just to fantasize? In my fantasies, I would write that I pulled this newly-made wife into the compartment and fucked her all night... But nothing like that happened. The groom-husband was completely drunk and rolled around in his compartment like a log until the evening. We got out somewhere near Ufa... [/quote] Well, yes. I think that’s exactly what happened. And I think that our mothers were also those lighters in their time. :-) And our dads, I think they all know this, but they just keep quiet. Otherwise, I think, under some kind of special equipment, both of them can say something like that, against this background, we will all be just bunny boys from the church choir. :-)
Especially about how they met and under what circumstances. And why Petrovich often comes to visit, and why the eldest child does not at all look like either his mother or his father. I also had a friend who got married once. So his eldest daughter is a pure Tatar in appearance! Although my friend is Russian himself, from somewhere in Kamchatka. And his wife is also Russian, with blond hair. But the eldest daughter is Tatar! How can this be!? And so! Or she got pregnant and then quickly let’s get married. Or, in general, this friend fucked this future wife of his together with someone. But then I either liked it or it just happened that way. But they got married and live. They also gave birth to someone there. I no longer saw what they looked like.
Concerned: ↑25 Oct 2023, 08:42
A very positive situation indeed. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride.
Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and some kind of archival materials.
So he wrote there that in various communities due to lack of money and sometimes simply because of the greed of brides stole. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then it was just like that and no other way.
Thank you very much.
Although I didn’t know about this fragment from Marx’s fundamental work, but I guessed about it simply logically.
It’s a pity that previous commentators don’t acknowledge this.
[quote=Vasyanitsa post_id=284086 time=1699365409 user_id=20537] [quote=Concerned post_id=277809 time=1698248577 user_id= 8617] A very positive situation indeed. Let’s be honest: bridesmaids go to a wedding with the goal of outshining the bride, and, ideally, fucking the groom. And the groom’s friends are to fuck the bride. [/quote] Mr. Engels, the one who wrote Capital and Karl Marx, wrote some kind of monograph on the topic of family and marriage. It was made on the basis of some kind of historical research on this topic, facts and some kind of archival materials.
So he wrote there that in various communities due to lack of money and sometimes simply because of the greed of brides stole. But it was a dangerous matter. It’s kind of like robbing someone. After all, they took a decent ransom for the bride. Therefore, it was quite difficult to steal it alone. The groom was recruiting a team for this business. And this team had one motivation - then to take part in fucking the bride.
And the groom himself also had the motivation to fuck the bride as quickly as possible immediately after he was stolen. Because it was a matter of life and death. If they catch it, if they haven’t given it to the bride yet, then they’ll just kill everyone. If you managed to snatch it, then there is nothing to do - everyone already knows about it and all that remains is to agree with the whole thing and give the bride away like that - without a ransom. But to pretend that there was a ransom.
And Engels writes there in his work that they say the bride was stolen and then, without even going far, she was fucked together by everyone who participated in the theft . That is, it’s like double insurance - and the bride has already been fucked and everyone who stole her has fucked her. That is, if they catch her, they say I’m not involved, I didn’t fuck her, it won’t give me a ride. That is, it was absolutely necessary to fuck after it was stolen.
But this is just the beginning and just a fixation. And then, if everything worked out well and they escaped from the chase and got home, then the whole team of those who stole fucked this bride all night until the morning with all their hearts. Well, then everyone went home and the bride from that moment became someone’s wife. And then no one loaded up on all this, but in turn, they didn’t advertise it too much. It’s just that everyone knew that if the bride was kidnapped, then it was just like that and no other way. [/quote]
Thank you very much. Although I didn’t know about this fragment from Marx’s fundamental work, but I guessed about it simply logically. It’s a pity that previous commentators don’t acknowledge this.
Honestly, I was a witness at the first wedding in my life (and my future wife was a witness). I worked together with that friend (groom) for probably about a year. We became friends, of course, and in the evenings we sometimes played Mortal Kombat and drank beer.)) Well, he I was dating a girl of mine who seemed to be just fine. Somehow I didn’t even get involved in their relationship. And at the wedding, when the fun had long since passed the equator and there was a moment when the bride and I found ourselves alone (it seemed like we had gone to collect gifts, they were already leaving) She herself came up and unexpectedly kissed me passionately with the words: “And you always give me I liked him..."And that’s it. They got married, moved to another area, I left that job. And we never met again. What was really going on there? Ordinary hops or something deeper? I don’t know... But I have such a moment in my life...
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Honestly, I was a witness at the first wedding in my life (and my future wife was a witness). I worked together with that friend (groom) for probably about a year. We became friends, of course, and in the evenings we sometimes played Mortal Kombat and drank beer.)) Well, he I was dating a girl of mine who seemed to be just fine. Somehow I didn’t even get involved in their relationship. And at the wedding, when the fun had long since passed the equator and there was a moment when the bride and I found ourselves alone (it seemed like we had gone to collect gifts, they were already leaving) She herself came up and unexpectedly kissed me passionately with the words: “And you always give me I liked him..."And that’s it. They got married, moved to another area, I left that job. And we never met again. What was really going on there? Ordinary hops or something deeper? I don’t know... But I have such a moment in my life...
Tania: ↑19 Oct 2023, 19:29
Surely this is nothing more than fantasies, bent over 90%.
By the way, I can introduce you to the reliable fact of such fantasies. Just recently, in July, I was invited to the wedding of the son of a very pleasant colleague. So during the event there was a kind of comic kidnapping of the bride by her old friends. I don’t know what motivated them, but the absence of the bride for some time infuriated the groom so much that the wedding was upset and the groom threw away the ring in front of everyone and left the event. In the end, despite all the efforts of both parents and other participants, everything was disrupted. And soon they finally divorced, and at the same event there was a fight and the instigator of this kidnapping was beaten very badly, he even ended up in the hospital as a result.
This kind of stupidity of one or more can ruin the lives of young people who have had a lot of experience before were friends for years and were making plans for the future.
This is definitely from real life, and not fantasies inspired by porn sites.
At my niece’s wedding with Being a foreigner, especially of Persian blood, the bride’s friends also decided to hide her. Like, this is our tradition! Of course he doesn’t know. And also a scandal! But thank God we managed to smooth it out without consequences. It took a long time to calm him down with everyone!
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Strecoza: ↑31 Oct 2023, 02:12
))) I’m reading and thinking. My wedding was boring. It was necessary to invite a company of soldiers and give my husband something to drink))) There would be something to tell about this topic)))
Do you know how many people there are in the company? Oh, maybe two or three at once))))
[quote=Tania post_id=274906 time=1697768944 user_id=10913] Surely this is nothing more than fantasies, bent over 90%. By the way, I can introduce you to the reliable fact of such fantasies. Just recently, in July, I was invited to the wedding of the son of a very pleasant colleague. So during the event there was a kind of comic kidnapping of the bride by her old friends. I don’t know what motivated them, but the absence of the bride for some time infuriated the groom so much that the wedding was upset and the groom threw away the ring in front of everyone and left the event. In the end, despite all the efforts of both parents and other participants, everything was disrupted. And soon they finally divorced, and at the same event there was a fight and the instigator of this kidnapping was beaten very badly, he even ended up in the hospital as a result. This kind of stupidity of one or more can ruin the lives of young people who have had a lot of experience before were friends for years and were making plans for the future. [/quote] This is definitely from real life, and not fantasies inspired by porn sites. At my niece’s wedding with Being a foreigner, especially of Persian blood, the bride’s friends also decided to hide her. Like, this is our tradition! Of course he doesn’t know. And also a scandal! But thank God we managed to smooth it out without consequences. It took a long time to calm him down with everyone!
[size=85][color=green]Sent after 6 minutes 39 seconds:[/color][/size] [quote=Strecoza post_id=280342 time=1698743562 user_id=15698] ))) I’m reading and thinking. My wedding was boring. It was necessary to invite a company of soldiers and give my husband something to drink))) There would be something to tell about this topic))) Do you know how many people there are in the company? Oh, maybe two or three at once)))) [/quote] My first wife had more than one company in her company!)) [url=https://postimg.cc/VrQKdYJm] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/nzMgSrZj/xffd.png[/img][/url]
[quote=qazx31 post_id=293847 time=1700912926 user_id=21860] I have one friend, just for the sake of argument, slept with the groom right at the wedding in the hallway... secretly. [/quote] oh, this is female cunning))
Well, it wasn’t directly at the wedding, but on the second day, when the newly-made hubby passed out due to drunkenness, it happened. Well? Let the first one not climb))
Well, it wasn’t directly at the wedding, but on the second day, when the newly-made hubby passed out due to drunkenness, it happened. Well? Let the first one not climb))
Where do you find such brides??? Before marriage, I had relationships with other guys and even men. I met my future husband and started dating. Then, after at least three months of our married life with my husband, she cuckolded him for the first time. I was driving with an employee from work on the second shift. And the ride is about 30 km. It was summer. He turned off the road into a small forest and there we quickly went. Or rather, he was quick :), but I still wanted it, but my husband was waiting at home. I washed myself with a one and a half liter bottle there in the forest, since guys usually cum inside married girls, put on panties, shorts and went home to my husband for more. He didn’t understand anything.
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Where do you find such brides??? Before marriage, I had relationships with other guys and even men. I met my future husband and started dating. Then, after at least three months of our married life with my husband, she cuckolded him for the first time. I was driving with an employee from work on the second shift. And the ride is about 30 km. It was summer. He turned off the road into a small forest and there we quickly went. Or rather, he was quick :), but I still wanted it, but my husband was waiting at home. I washed myself with a one and a half liter bottle there in the forest, since guys usually cum inside married girls, put on panties, shorts and went home to my husband for more. He didn’t understand anything.
[quote=AlinaKovpaka post_id=301334 time=1701689874 user_id=14684] Then after at least three months [/quote] Well, yes. At the wedding - no, no. But after 3 (!) months (!!!) - it’s already possible. )
AlinaKovpaka: ↑04 Dec 2023, 03:37
Where do you find such brides??? Before marriage, I had relationships with other guys and even men. I met my future husband and started dating. Then, after at least three months of our married life with my husband, she cuckolded him for the first time. I was driving with an employee from work on the second shift. And the ride is about 30 km. It was summer. He turned off the road into a small forest and there we quickly went. Or rather, he was quick :), but I still wanted it, but my husband was waiting at home. I washed myself with a one and a half liter bottle there in the forest, since guys usually cum inside married girls, put on panties, shorts and went home to my husband for more. He didn’t understand anything.
Your story was very exciting. I like that you cheat on your husband.
[quote=AlinaKovpaka post_id=301334 time=1701689874 user_id=14684] Where do you find such brides??? Before marriage, I had relationships with other guys and even men. I met my future husband and started dating. Then, after at least three months of our married life with my husband, she cuckolded him for the first time. I was driving with an employee from work on the second shift. And the ride is about 30 km. It was summer. He turned off the road into a small forest and there we quickly went. Or rather, he was quick :), but I still wanted it, but my husband was waiting at home. I washed myself with a one and a half liter bottle there in the forest, since guys usually cum inside married girls, put on panties, shorts and went home to my husband for more. He didn’t understand anything. [/quote]
Your story was very exciting. I like that you cheat on your husband.
Not sex and not with the bride, but breastfeeding an adult son at the eldest daughter’s wedding [url=https:// postimg.cc/yJqKyKFS] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/YS0Skq08/Screenshot-20231221-040300-Chrome.jpg[/img][/url]
[quote=It happens post_id=308863 time=1703134447 user_id=4168] Not sex and not with the bride, but breastfeeding an adult son at the wedding of the eldest daughter [url=https http://postimg.cc/yJqKyKFS] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/YS0Skq08/Screenshot-20231221-040300-Chrome.jpg[/img][/url] [/quote]
[quote=It happens post_id=308863 time=1703134447 user_id=4168] Not sex and not with the bride, but breastfeeding an adult son at the wedding of the eldest daughter [url=https http://postimg.cc/yJqKyKFS] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/YS0Skq08/Screenshot-20231221-040300-Chrome.jpg[/img][/url] [/quote] интересные отношения.. сын пососал сиськи маме на свадьбе сестры?
[quote=Tamerlan post_id=274408 time=1697661365 user_id=15276] This is very sad. The groom is exposed to laughter. Everyone will consider the bride a whore. [/quote] And whores don’t get married!
We had such fantasies.... we were able to realize them only when we rented a dress.... and in a role-playing game with a couple we were able to bring them to life....
:shamp: We had such fantasies.... we were able to realize them only when we rented a dress.... and in a role-playing game with a couple we were able to bring them to life....
My friend fucked a witness at his own wedding. The wedding was in the courtyard. He fucked her in the house, placing her doggy style near the window so that he could see his bride, who was sitting at the table. And I stood on guard at the door so that no one would burn.
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My friend fucked a witness at his own wedding. The wedding was in the courtyard. He fucked her in the house, placing her doggy style near the window so that he could see his bride, who was sitting at the table. And I stood on guard at the door so that no one would burn.
I like this fantasy. Especially if the witness cums in the bride’s mouth and she just goes to the altar to her lover [url=viewtopic.php?t=14316]with sperm on lips[/url] and face)
Tolqala: ↑21 Jan 2024, 23:12
My friend fucked a witness at his own wedding. The wedding was in the yard. He fucked her in the house, placing her doggy style near the window so that he could see his bride, who was sitting at the table. And I stood on guard at the door so that no one would burn.
[quote=Tolqala post_id=324946 time=1705907552 user_id=1163] My friend fucked a witness at his own wedding. The wedding was in the yard. He fucked her in the house, placing her doggy style near the window so that he could see his bride, who was sitting at the table. And I stood on guard at the door so that no one would burn. [/quote]
[quote=Steamy post_id=336311 time=1708029436 user_id=9955] Not my wedding, but a week before ъ, we had a good time in the bathhouse [/quote] such a kind of bachelor party?)
[quote=PavelNokia post_id=336717 time=1708164300 user_id=15476] such a peculiar bachelor party?) [/quote] Well almost, there [ url=viewtopic.php?t=13671]on all sides[/url] circumstances have grown together
[quote=Tamerlan post_id=274408 time=1697661365 user_id=15276] This is very sad. The groom is exposed to laughter. Everyone will consider the bride a whore. [/quote] [url=https: //postimages.org/] [img]https://i.postimg.cc/g0WPsYd4/1535537707-00-11-41.jpg[/img][/url]
My sister is almost five years younger than me. She came to me a few days before her wedding to invite my wife and me to the wedding. The wife was not at home, she was with her mother-in-law and the child. My sister stayed with me overnight. We slept for half an hour or an hour between sexual acts. My sister was already pregnant by her then-future husband, but the period was very short. There was nothing visible from the outside. We had sex without a condom, which no longer made sense for me to wear. The pleasure was received to the fullest when at the end of each sexual intercourse I pulled down without removing it.
My sister is almost five years younger than me. She came to me a few days before her wedding to invite my wife and me to the wedding. The wife was not at home, she was with her mother-in-law and the child. My sister stayed with me overnight. We slept for half an hour or an hour between sexual acts. My sister was already pregnant by her then-future husband, but the period was very short. There was nothing visible from the outside. We had sex without a condom, which no longer made sense for me to wear. The pleasure was received to the fullest when at the end of each sexual intercourse I pulled down without removing it.
Hi all. Who has ever imagined your wife having sex with her lover while she was wearing the wedding dress she wore to marry you? Or maybe someone else had this? How do you like feelings? Who would?
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Why are you lost? Find yourself a girl and fuck to your heart’s content!
And so that they can hear ;-)
Yes! You will take full revenge on them!!! :smile001:
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Funny toasts, jokes, all sorts of catchy things flowed out of me like champagne shooting out of a bottle. The bride, to her credit, also did not lag behind, the lighter was still there. But the groom, unfortunately, in the middle of this bacchanalia, wilted, having drunk too much of his mother-in-law’s infusions, and rested peacefully on the sofa. He didn’t sleep, but he didn’t shine with any special thoughts anymore. That’s why he probably clapped louder than everyone else when my fiancée and I entered in some kind of dirty dancing competition that we invented. The dance turned out to be really too frank and unusually long. But we had a blast. I felt her, lost myself in her, saw hundreds of devils in her eyes and such a fire that it was impossible not to burn in it... Then we received a standing ovation, drank champagne, and, sweating, went out to smoke in the yard, in the summer kitchen. And then, as soon as we crossed the threshold, it was as if we found ourselves in the epicenter of a hurricane. Lips, hands, bodies, everything was intertwined in bizarre combinations. Clothes mysteriously disappeared from our bodies and evaporated. And then we went crazy. It was as if the world had disappeared, only we and the waves on which we soared into the heavens remained. Tenderness mixed with some kind of wild, frenzied passion and we reveled in this cocktail... And then there were her tears on my chest, and some kind of terrible tearing melancholy, one for two... Returning to the guests, we ran into her mother in the yard. Although she didn’t say anything, it was clear that everything was clear to her with us. Most of the guests had already left by that time, the groom was happily snoring in the bedroom, the friend with whom I came also left the holiday, realizing what was what. But at that moment it didn’t bother me at all. As I was about to leave, the bride came out to say goodbye. We stood there for a long time trying to see something in each other’s eyes and it was all so doomed, so hopeless even a howl. Somehow I found the strength to leave. A day later we met, literally for 10 minutes. She asked me to come to her, I promised. After they left, I quit my job, even signed out, but at the last moment I changed my mind. He was afraid to ruin her life and simply disappeared. I apologize that the story is not porn, but not everything in life is porn... it happens. Confused, chaotic and without a happy ending.
We had such fantasies.... we were able to realize them only when we rented a dress.... and in a role-playing game with a couple we were able to bring them to life.... 
