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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 3:23:27 GMT -5
Bassarov bites at her lips. His breathing becomes syncopated. His arms become less stable as he moves faster. The room is noisy with the sounds of sex, her wet body, their breathing, the bed.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 3:25:47 GMT -5
I smile. I can't help but feel as though I have somehow been initiated into the SS, but still feel good about this nonetheless.
"I've never really considered anyone as my family before..." I say, looking away. "Not even Vossya. Our relationship has always been complicated, but... Ah well, it's a strange feeling... But I like it." I say, still smiling. I rest my hand on her shoulder.
"Can I get you anything..?" I ask, feeling still somewhat maternal.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 3:30:31 GMT -5
My moans become weaker and higher pitched as I feel my climax building rapidly. I am so far gone that I can't control myself. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and pull him deeper into me with each thrust.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 3:32:05 GMT -5
"I would like to leave here for awhile... I want to go out and eat... with you. To talk, to see the sun..." Sure I only see in red, and very poorly at that, but it's more the thought that matters.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 3:35:39 GMT -5
I smile again.
"Okay. I know of a few good places to go. Right now?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 3:37:11 GMT -5
Bassarov can feel that she is getting closer, and exerts himself against her with more force. He reaches his own apogee slightly before she does. But the long rebuilding release feels good. It is a sort of emotional release as well from his problems with Mischa. His mind and body feel distilled through sex.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 3:38:38 GMT -5
"Yes." I say, sitting up and feeling refreshed. I don't reach for my uniform top. "May I borrow a jacket?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 3:43:02 GMT -5
"Sure." I head into my room and grab one of my old military overcoats, and overhear some commotion in Bassarov's room. I shrug, and walk back into the living room and slide it over her shoulders.
"I think you'll like it, although we have to take a teleportation booth to get there." I say, leading her out of the house. "It's in Russia."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 3:45:26 GMT -5
When Bassarov explodes into me I climax like I never have before. My breathing catches and I clench him tightly, my vision blurs and I have to hold back a shout of pure exstacy. My climax continues to build for several seconds, then fades and I collapse under him, panting shallowly.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Dec 16, 2004 3:48:35 GMT -5
"I've never had Russian food before, I look foreward to it." I say as I push my arms into the sleeves. I am rather a tall woman so it fits nicely. I walk out of the room with him. "Your homeland is cold, but it is beautiful. The Fatherland was devistated by the Great War, and from what I have seen hasn't changed much in six centuries."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 3:49:53 GMT -5
The revolutionary lays beside her, feeling pretty tired now himself. He closes his eyes and rests his head by her's. He isn't sure what to say. He really didn't plan on cheating on Mischa today, but he does feel better. He doesn't feel as depressed as he has over the course of the past few days. He wraps his arms around her and lays still to catch his breath.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 3:54:25 GMT -5
Slowly my breathing returns to normal, and I begin to notice the cool air against my skin. I grab the blankets and pull them over us. Then I say "Valodya... Lubimi... Thank you..." I pause for a few moments, then ask "Do you feel comforted?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 16, 2004 3:56:07 GMT -5
"Yes, I feel better. Thanks. I felt like I was losing my mind. I do feel comforted." He replies softly. He kisses her cheek and pulls the covers over them.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa) on Dec 16, 2004 3:56:27 GMT -5
"The Germans were ill-prepared for their march towards Moscow, I don't envy them in the least." I say, heading out the door. "But then again, who isn't ill-prepared in war?"
Within a few minutes we enter the booth and are in an area that's some place rural.
"This is about a mile away from where I grew up. I'll show you the sun, and then we can go out to eat." We begin our ascent up a steep hill. "There's a family owned restaurant in town, I wonder if they're still in business. If there was anything I liked about capitalism, it was the family owned restaurants." I say, trying to find some common ground.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Dec 16, 2004 3:59:18 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad I could help. I've been waiting a long time, and you have made me very happy too... Thank you." I kiss him too, feeling exhausted but not like sleeping. "I also felt like I was losing my mind whilst we were apart. I missed our closeness... I missed us..."
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