Message-ID: <14560eli$9808181923@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/14560.txt> From: "Mr. Kiss" <mr_kiss@geocities.com> Subject: RUSSIAN erotic literature in English!!! Erotic etude # 1 from Mr. Kiss Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to <news@news.gamma.ru> using -f X-Cache: nntpcache 2.3.2.1 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <01bdcae4$695256c0$46a22ec3@Gulliver.cityline.ru> Welcome to my world: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Arc/6927/ Mr. Kiss Here is the first story. Welcome to my page for others ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Erotic etude # 1 (translated by author with the help of Max Nizamov) Here is a situation. A man is locked in a dark room, full of young naked girls. One of them is his daughter and unfortunately, he knows about it. But she stays in complete ignorance of that. The mandatory condition of the game for him is silence that his daughter will pay with her life for a single word said by him. It is hot from many bodies in a room. A tiny brook of a spring aroma trickles through an invisible window, mixing up with smells of young bodies. The man squats in a corner and rolls himself into a ball. He involuntary listens to darkness and imagination obligingly paints what can't see his eyes. The girls are in movement, they whisper and snuggle up to each other. They tired of long imprisonment and full of passion and hunger for love. Some of them are already petting each other, and their shame is conquered by passion. They are very young and their caress is full of greed. They're using each other like candies. Actually they are candies, ready to turn anyone into gourmand. Some caress themselves, moan softly in pleasure, strenghtend by shame. The spring draft slides like a jungle snake between vines and spicy evaporations. Man begrudges his daughter's attention to her girlfriends and it drives him crazy. His imagination draws forbidden pictures. He can almost see girl's hands, capturing his baby like wild ivy. He wants to believe that she's just hiding in a corner like him, but this tiny hope only strenghten reality of the stage, playing his imagination. He manages to restrain his flesh until somebody's hand ask him stop to be shy. Recognizing man, the hand escapes, and soon, after risible short whispering he feels, like he is in emptyness with walls, made of bisquit tender sweet girls. They are full of curiosity and hunger for love, they get closer to each other, and nobody and nothing can stop their hands and lips. The man feels strong excitement, but the idea about incest forces him to give up. He recognizes his daughter in every one of them. In despair the man chooses one and only way to escape. He takes his "sword" and finds the only safe "sheath" for it. Laughing and crying at the same time, he sits on a floor facing to a wall and begins to masturbate. But.... The young girls take it as a signal, entwine him from everywhere. He feels their fingers and lips. Somebody's eyelashes, like butterflies, tickle his skin. Army of volunteers moves to his "sword", and "the sword" unable to restrain, meets them by volcanic eruption. Not a single drop falls on a floor. Each drop is collected and carried away, to be delivered from hands to hands and lips to lips... Weaken, he crowes towards the exit. The door mercifully opens and he finds himself outside. The first thing that he getting used to the daylight is his daughter, sitting on a bench with a book. She looks innocent and coquetish as always. She has not been there! Not really understanding, what is going on, he turns back to the door and tries to open it. Imagination forces his sword to rise again, yet stronger. There are no barriers anymore. He can be free! And he is free to make love with all of them... But, of course, the door is locked. The etude finished. The man approaches his daughter and keeping an invisible distance calls her home. They leave. She goes slowly, hardly recognizing her daddy. And he goes fast. He can not think about his daughter as he used to. And he doesn't look back. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>