My Wife Is A Sacred Whore, or Naked Truth .!. (22)
(Unfortunately, the translation from Russian was done in automatic mode...)
Once I was a writer, once I was a composer. For almost ten years I occasionally found myself as a teacher of Russian language and literature, or even of a rock band; I worked in journalism, worked as a music critic in a respected intellectual weekly, to the delight of professors from the Moscow Conservatory, whose abstruse books I often reviewed with a great deal of passion; worked on TV, and for about a year was one of the three cynics who wrote the questions for the game program "The Weakest Link", many of which turned out to be the last insurmountable trick for those whom the merciless Maria Kiseleva shamefully drove off the set, forever branding the unfortunate with her sacramental "You are the weakest link! Goodbye!" ))
My wife lived in a small Ukrainian town (one of those that have recently become Russian again) and immediately after school was forced to learn to be a director of cultural events. But she had a very difficult relationship with her mother, and instead of studying she ran off to marry some Hungarian farmer, of whom there were many in the south of Ukraine, and who in his spare time worked as a drummer in wedding bands. I failed to become either an actress or a director. Gradually, her Hungarian husband bored her.
She tossed from side to side from a fairly successful manager of a large home appliance store to the free bread of a self-styled knitter of dresses and hats. That is, just as it tossed from side to side and me, until one day we met on different sides of the screen portal "runetki.
I was there to relieve stress, and she... She was just working there to feed her little daughter, already from her third husband, and at least sometimes to eat something herself.
The first time we met, I wanted to stay with her forever, but it was impossible: I was married (also for the third time) and we had two c***dren; my wife drank heavily, so I had to take care of the c***dren as well.
For a while I went to her place quite often to "relieve stress", but eventually real life distanced us from each other. At first I stopped coming to her, because I felt a strong craving for her, having excluded the option of growing into real virtual relations (I had already burned myself on this once), and then she left too, because she was tired of working as a "runetka", And she even tried to move to her sister's place in Moscow, that is my home town, and worked for a while not far from me, in a nearby furniture store, but we never met there, and even if we had met, we would not have recognized each other. She already knew much about my sexual habits, but did not know me by sight, and I knew her only by that glamorous mask, which she painted herself with the talent of a truly Great Actress and Priestess of Love before going out on her virtual stage, in life being fundamentally different from her stage image...
A couple more years passed. She did not succeed in Moscow, and she returned to her small motherland Priazov, and my wife died, and I was left with two c***dren completely alone, without any help from grandparents.
We were both enormously stressed, and one day we both went to relieve it in familiar ways, though still on opposite sides of the monitor. She went back to webcam - her Inner Actress was really bored of selling furniture - and I went back to webcam, too, already as a fucked-up widower.
Some whores entertained me quite well for my own money, I didn't go back to any of them twice, and I didn't abuse my trips to the World Public House too much, for a widower, for obvious reasons, was in permanent economy mode. Suddenly...
In short, one day I saw Her again, and it was like a Flash, like a fat ultra-white lightning bolt that split the entire universe in two into Before and After... And it was literally the second or third day of her return to the webcam... ))
Well, friends. )) And then you know everything for a long time already. Yes, Belka became an Actress after all; yes, I still haven't stopped being a musician, and we even have our own music project with her, "Aimee Hot MILF", which, frankly, is listened to by far more people than all my previous music projects taken together, and the views of our videos together have long ago exceeded hundreds of millions.
Yes, we live in a world where you can't really vouch for anything; a world where, if there is sincerity, it is only in noncommittal sex, while Love destroys sincerity because of the eternal desire to make yourself look good in front of others.
Yes, we live in a world where Art, Literature, Education are almost totally devalued, but... we still live here and... love each other...
As sincerely as we can, but we still have the urge to improve ourselves. )) And those millions that watch our videos, listen to our songs and give us the proverbial "likes", also love us, and through the love for the Ancient Dance that we dance, always with the same sincerity, begin to love, at least a little more, both themselves and those who are near, that is their loved ones...
Someone might now give a snobbish, know-it-all look and say: "But this is just porn! What about "serious" movies? What about "serious" poetry? What about 'serious' songs?"
That's the way it is, nice people... )))
There are more than enough "serious" songs to go around today without us... For every taste! One is worse than the other! )))
Well, friends. )) And then you know everything for a long time already. Yes, Belka became an Actress after all; yes, I still haven't stopped being a musician, and we even have our own music project with her, "Aimee Hot MILF", which, frankly, is listened to by far more people than all my previous music projects taken together, and the views of our videos together have long ago exceeded hundreds of millions.
Yes, we live in a world where you can't really vouch for anything; a world where, if there is sincerity, it is only in noncommittal sex, while Love destroys sincerity because of the eternal desire to make yourself look good in front of others.
THE END
Once I was a writer, once I was a composer. For almost ten years I occasionally found myself as a teacher of Russian language and literature, or even of a rock band; I worked in journalism, worked as a music critic in a respected intellectual weekly, to the delight of professors from the Moscow Conservatory, whose abstruse books I often reviewed with a great deal of passion; worked on TV, and for about a year was one of the three cynics who wrote the questions for the game program "The Weakest Link", many of which turned out to be the last insurmountable trick for those whom the merciless Maria Kiseleva shamefully drove off the set, forever branding the unfortunate with her sacramental "You are the weakest link! Goodbye!" ))
My wife lived in a small Ukrainian town (one of those that have recently become Russian again) and immediately after school was forced to learn to be a director of cultural events. But she had a very difficult relationship with her mother, and instead of studying she ran off to marry some Hungarian farmer, of whom there were many in the south of Ukraine, and who in his spare time worked as a drummer in wedding bands. I failed to become either an actress or a director. Gradually, her Hungarian husband bored her.
She tossed from side to side from a fairly successful manager of a large home appliance store to the free bread of a self-styled knitter of dresses and hats. That is, just as it tossed from side to side and me, until one day we met on different sides of the screen portal "runetki.
I was there to relieve stress, and she... She was just working there to feed her little daughter, already from her third husband, and at least sometimes to eat something herself.
The first time we met, I wanted to stay with her forever, but it was impossible: I was married (also for the third time) and we had two c***dren; my wife drank heavily, so I had to take care of the c***dren as well.
For a while I went to her place quite often to "relieve stress", but eventually real life distanced us from each other. At first I stopped coming to her, because I felt a strong craving for her, having excluded the option of growing into real virtual relations (I had already burned myself on this once), and then she left too, because she was tired of working as a "runetka", And she even tried to move to her sister's place in Moscow, that is my home town, and worked for a while not far from me, in a nearby furniture store, but we never met there, and even if we had met, we would not have recognized each other. She already knew much about my sexual habits, but did not know me by sight, and I knew her only by that glamorous mask, which she painted herself with the talent of a truly Great Actress and Priestess of Love before going out on her virtual stage, in life being fundamentally different from her stage image...
A couple more years passed. She did not succeed in Moscow, and she returned to her small motherland Priazov, and my wife died, and I was left with two c***dren completely alone, without any help from grandparents.
We were both enormously stressed, and one day we both went to relieve it in familiar ways, though still on opposite sides of the monitor. She went back to webcam - her Inner Actress was really bored of selling furniture - and I went back to webcam, too, already as a fucked-up widower.
Some whores entertained me quite well for my own money, I didn't go back to any of them twice, and I didn't abuse my trips to the World Public House too much, for a widower, for obvious reasons, was in permanent economy mode. Suddenly...
In short, one day I saw Her again, and it was like a Flash, like a fat ultra-white lightning bolt that split the entire universe in two into Before and After... And it was literally the second or third day of her return to the webcam... ))
Well, friends. )) And then you know everything for a long time already. Yes, Belka became an Actress after all; yes, I still haven't stopped being a musician, and we even have our own music project with her, "Aimee Hot MILF", which, frankly, is listened to by far more people than all my previous music projects taken together, and the views of our videos together have long ago exceeded hundreds of millions.
Yes, we live in a world where you can't really vouch for anything; a world where, if there is sincerity, it is only in noncommittal sex, while Love destroys sincerity because of the eternal desire to make yourself look good in front of others.
Yes, we live in a world where Art, Literature, Education are almost totally devalued, but... we still live here and... love each other...
As sincerely as we can, but we still have the urge to improve ourselves. )) And those millions that watch our videos, listen to our songs and give us the proverbial "likes", also love us, and through the love for the Ancient Dance that we dance, always with the same sincerity, begin to love, at least a little more, both themselves and those who are near, that is their loved ones...
Someone might now give a snobbish, know-it-all look and say: "But this is just porn! What about "serious" movies? What about "serious" poetry? What about 'serious' songs?"
That's the way it is, nice people... )))
There are more than enough "serious" songs to go around today without us... For every taste! One is worse than the other! )))
Well, friends. )) And then you know everything for a long time already. Yes, Belka became an Actress after all; yes, I still haven't stopped being a musician, and we even have our own music project with her, "Aimee Hot MILF", which, frankly, is listened to by far more people than all my previous music projects taken together, and the views of our videos together have long ago exceeded hundreds of millions.
Yes, we live in a world where you can't really vouch for anything; a world where, if there is sincerity, it is only in noncommittal sex, while Love destroys sincerity because of the eternal desire to make yourself look good in front of others.
THE END
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