YULENKA
My Yulenka is soft, kind, delicate, thinking, the complete opposite of the predatory, pricking and biting half-maidens, half-men. She is quiet and submissive. Able to dream, listen and hear with interest. I admire her smile and large bust. When I remember Yulenka and start thinking about her, I immediately get hard. And I want to abuse her. Pull out your dick and show it to her. So that she touches him with her hand and holds him in her soft and warm palm.
I have long suspected that faithful wives, well-educated, highly educated, timid and well-read, sooner or later are visited by sinful thoughts. The far hidden, but still raging passions of the ancient glades, Drevlyans and Radimichi are indestructible in us. Therefore, sluggish, virginal, rational and highly moral sex will not work here. Yulenka needs to be abused. Rape her. Fuck it. Rip it off. Fry. Fuck off. Passionately and tenderly. Rude and vulgar. Ashamed and excited by her shame, oohs and aahs. Groping her breasts and buttocks. Plunging my tongue deep into her mouth, imperiously squeezing the entrance to her vulva.
Tonight I read my poems to Yulenka on the phone. She listened to my romantic nonsense, and I thought that she probably had soft lips, beautiful knees that you wanted to push apart, delicious nipples, a pussy that was wet from kisses...
To the bathhouse! I need to take Yulenka to the dacha, heat the bathhouse, and go there together. These thoughts make me tremble all over. I am pleased that Yulenka chose me.
- Do whatever you want with me! – she said.
I’ll do it!
I get excited by intelligent, shy women. And I like their modesty. Timid awkward movements. Red cheeks. Tightness and humility. What scope for creativity! So many exciting emotions!
...It’s hot in the bathhouse. I help Yulenka undress. She gets confused, says something, I answer something. I strip her down to her panties and bra. Yulenka is shy, like a schoolgirl, barely opening her lips to meet my cheeky kisses. Hot! It’s humid! I pull off her panties... I unfasten the hooks on her bra...
I can’t immediately throw her on the bench and rape her. I want Yulenka to feel comfortable. And so that she would like my excited penis. And so she takes it in her palm, slowly examines it and strokes it. Her smile becomes like the smile of Mona Lisa.
Yulenka’s large breasts are beautiful. I reverently caress her nipples, kiss her bare shoulder, and want to quickly push my intimate massager into her warm wet hole.
...The phone rings. Yulenka is calling.
- Emil! Good morning! Wait, I’ll come soon!
Emil Sobolevsky
