The fine line of sensuality
Good day, dear readers! In my story, I want to tell you how dangerous and destructive our unknown, unfulfilled desires can be.
In times past, there existed a state called the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. Nowadays, dear readers, you call it Poland. I fear no one knows how many villages have vanished from the face of this state without a trace. My story is about one of them. The name of this village is Podlyaska. Once, a family named Rakowski lived there, and it is about them that my tale will go.
The Rakowski family consisted of three brothers: Marek, Wojciech, and Olgierd, as well as two sisters: Janka and Gretta.
Marek was a valiant
hunter of game. Wojciech was renowned as a skilled fisherman. And about Olgierd, it was whispered that he could strangle a wolf with his bare hands.One day, these three brothers went hunting. When the brothers stopped for the night in the forest near Podlyaska, Marek noticed the persistence and dexterity with which his brothers consumed the porridge their sisters had cooked for them for the long journey. He was moved by those unyielding curves of the tongue, those unhurried movements of the lips that Wojciech made while licking the porridge bowl. Marek felt that thin thread of lust between his legs, now called the frenulum, begin to heat up. Gently embracing his brother, he whispered in his ear:
— Lick my frenulum, Wojciech.
— Marek, bury your cock in the ground, — said his brother.
The brothers were horrified by Marek's desires and left him alone in the dark forest near Podlyaska.
Marek despaired, walking towards his village through the dark, dense forest. He mentally cursed his brothers for not understanding the depth of his feelings and desires, for abandoning him. Suddenly, Marek remembered the stories of the elders from his village about an unseen monster that fulfills all carnal desires. According to legend, one had to find the most remote place in the forest and commit the most unthinkable act.
He walked along the forest path for a long time until he found a place where even birds did not sing and crickets did not chirp. Marek took off his knitted trousers, wiped his scepter of love with his hand, and with a running start, plunged it into an anthill. From the movements of the pesky ants, Marek felt the muscles between his legs begin to contract with a frantic rhythm. Then, unable to contain his passion, he fell unconscious. No one ever saw Marek again…
Meanwhile, Wojciech went fishing on Lake Zelinskie. In childhood, Wojciech's grandmother told him about fair-haired mermaids inhabiting this lake. The daring fisherman could not help but imagine penetrating the mouth of such a mermaid. Looking at the sun rising over the lake, Wojciech began to prepare his fishing rods and tackle… And suddenly he heard a whisper behind him: "Turn around!" Turning around, Wojciech saw a beautiful mermaid reaching for his member. He felt her firm lips envelop his float of passion. How they moved back and forth, yielding to the slightest movement of his hand resting on the lovely stranger's nape.
Then there was a crunch, a scream, and a thin film of blood spreading across Lake Zelinskie. Meanwhile, the eldest brother, Olgierd, was chasing a mature she-wolf through the forest. Leaping, he caught up with her, not thinking about what he was doing… His penis tore her furry vagina with each penetration. With each thrust, the she-wolf let out a prolonged howl…
This continued until the pack came to her aid and the clearing turned red. Everything was calm and ordinary in Janka's house. She was baking pies and waiting for her older brothers to arrive.
… Few knew what Janka dreamed of, what her dreams were about. She dreamed of a foreign prince coming, taking her away from poverty, and giving her pleasure by penetrating between her legs with an organ of love of colossal size… Suddenly, Janka heard a knock at the door. "Marek!" Janka thought joyfully. But upon opening the door, she saw a wondrous youth, whose skin color resembled amber brought by her brothers from distant travels. Without saying a word, the youth pressed Janka against the wall with his strong, muscular arms. Then he sharply spread her legs and breached her virgin defense… It is said that Janka's intestines still cannot be scraped off the ceiling of that hut…
… Gretta sat with her beloved on a stone near Lake Zelinskie, thinking about children. Unfortunately, her beloved could not finish the sexual act with ejaculation.
Jan, gently kissing the nipple of her breast, said: "Let's try again."
After ten minutes of frantic sex, Jan began to cum. Gretta moaned from the sensation of the semen hitting the wall of her uterus… This lasted for several minutes. Later, Jan realized he could neither stop nor pull out his member… A few days later, residents of a neighboring village found a shriveled Jan and an overfilled Gretta on the stones near Lake Zelinskie… The inhabitants of the village of Podlyaska ended no less sadly than the Rakowski family…
Dear readers, now you understand how important it is to give free rein to your desires and feelings in time…
Sincerely, The Author