The Naked Truth, or PMS. Full English version

...What do you do in a confusing situation where your wife is a porn star and a webcam model? Well, first of all, you have to follow her example and take this line of work seriously too (if only so you don’t leave your beloved alone in this complex, secret, otherworldly realm))), and second, you simply need to turn the situation from confusing into… understandable—that is, by gathering your strength and abilities, write a good book based, as is always commendable, on your own experience…
Having given this some serious thought, writer Piotr Kamen’, husband of the brilliant Aimee Hot MILF (aka AimeeParadise), did exactly that…))
With disarming candor, wit, and elegance of style, the author invites us to view the so-called “lowbrow” world of modern webcam and amateur porn in the context of world cultural history and the traditions of the medieval carnival…

Piotr Kamen’ (Peter Stone) (b. 1973) –  is a writer, composer-arranger, and sound engineer. He is the husband and producer of webcam model and porn actress Aimee Hot MILF (AimeeParadise). He worked as a staff writer for the TV show “The Weakest Link,” a songwriter for pop stars, a journalist for “Nezavisimaya Gazeta,” a music critic for “NG–Exlibris,” and a teacher of literature and music.
He composes music for commercials, films, television programs, and cultural events. He studied at Moscow State Pedagogical University named after Lenin and at the Gorky Literary Institute.


Sexual restraint always goes hand in hand with a certain cowardice and caution, whereas fearlessness and courage are associated with the free satisfaction of sexual needs...
Sigmund Freud


Chastity is the most unnatural of all sexual perversions…
Aldous Huxley


A dress has no meaning unless it arouses in a man the desire to take it off you...
Fran;oise Sagan


Two things are necessary for a man: play and danger. That is why he desires a woman...
Friedrich Nietzsche


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1. THE CRISIS OF THE MODERN WORLD…)) 

Let's begin. Once I was a writer, once I was a musician. Who am I now? Where am I? Why am I here?))

When I was a writer, I attended international conferences. When I was a musician, my songs were played on FM radio and loved by all kinds of sad, sexually frustrated girls, because the songs were written from a female perspective and were about how the female sexual organ cannot tolerate emptiness, and if emptiness is present there, then the girl is sad...)) Of course, it was phrased in other words, veiled and resembled Great Pop Poetry, ah-ha...))
Once I was a widower. Once I was a little boy. Who knows who else I've been?))
Who am I now — that is the question!)) But I'm not sure I'm interested in the answer...

I am married again... I got myself a wife through virtual sex... It was incredibly difficult to start living together, because the once great common country ordered us to live long... Now there is a lot of hassle with obtaining citizenship and other things... In the end, we still managed to make it work!..)) My girlfriend just believed in me, and I temporarily believed in myself because I suddenly found strength after the death of my former wife, who died, basically, because of alcoholism... (Someday I'll tell you more about everything in detail...)

So, here's the deal: I used to be a widower with two kids and a cat; now I'm not a widower, but I have four kids and three cats; recently, we got a really cute pet rat... We work as web models and make money doing amateur porn when our kids are at school...

We don't leave the house; now, no one really leaves the house, why bother? But it works for us... Among other things, against the backdrop of endless household chores and family concerns, it's quite entertaining... Know yourself, and you will know the whole world, the ancients said... Well, perhaps now we are closer than ever to truly understanding who we are...))

We are both 48. We are both Aquarians. I am six days younger than my wife!)) This is our fourth marriage for both of us, and now we definitely have nowhere to go from each other... When we fuck on camera for money, we feel that we are truly loved, and their compliments are sincere...

In her youth, my wife dreamed of becoming an actress and... in essence, she did...)) I still sometimes do some music and composition projects (funny enough, sometimes at the level of the Moscow government (and other seemingly cool but deceptive nonsense), in the city where I was born and raised, unlike my wife)... But... it's all boring...

For most of my life, I thought I was a writer and composer, but it turned out that I just have a really beautiful and attractive penis...)) And we all love compliments and praise...

We all try to develop in the direction that works best for us; that gets, excuse me, the most likes... My penis—especially when it enters my beloved's vagina in close-up—evokes much more emotion in those around me than my music, prose, or poetry...)) However, as with any poetry and music...)) And here it is pointless to argue with the obvious...))

This does not mean, by the way, that I am untalented, that my poetry, my prose, or my music are bad... Not at all, otherwise I would not be paid quite serious money for it at times... It only means that my penis is even better than my music, my poetry, and my prose...

The same can and should certainly be said about my beloved...))
Yes, we all live in a world that is developing in a completely different direction than we were all taught and what we all believed for a long time... Not only us, the “crazy” Aquarians (and, by the way, ah-ha, the masters of the current zodiacal era))), born in 1973, but everyone in general, including our children... School is unnecessary, music is unnecessary, literature is even more so...

From morning till night, getting the kids ready for school or helping my youngest with his homework, all I do is patiently lie that everything that raises serious doubts not only in my 9-year-old son but also in myself has some kind of value, even though at almost 50 I know for sure that it's all nonsense! I'm just afraid for him... I'm just afraid that if he doesn't learn to “play along,” life will fuck him up so badly that he might break, and I love him very, very much... No less than Exupery loved his Little Prince...

My nine-year-old son has 10,000 followers on TikTok... My stepdaughter (she's a couple of years older) has even more... My wife and I collectively have just under 70 million views on the three main porn hosting sites in a little over a year, but we can't tell our kids about it out loud; tell them that we're also something to be reckoned with — especially when we're having sex...))) When we're not having sex, no one is interested in us...))))) That's how it turns out...
No, of course, you can reassure yourself that there are lots of people whose sex life you can't take seriously without crying...)) But... Yes, in short, this vague “but” always remains, and it leaves a slightly bitter taste in your mouth...

Because of this “but,” I probably started writing this new prose...
I haven't written for almost 10 years... And just yesterday, I was sure that I would never do it again...



2. AIMEE & PETER: THE TRUE STORY OF HOW THEY MET, TOLD BY THEM…

...And when I felt that she was about to come, I wrote the word “STOP” again. You should have seen her face, twisted with disappointment from yet another disappointment, flushed with passion...)) My bitch was almost at orgasm, and was about to rock on its sweet waves, when I made her take the dildo out of her vagina again and take her hands off her pussy.

“Did you forget that when you say ‘STOP’, you have to put your hands behind your back?” I wrote. She nodded obediently, smiling shyly, and put her hands behind her back, spreading her legs slightly wider...

“Well done! Good, obedient girl!” I praised her, “But keep in mind, if there is even one more delay in following the command, I will make you get dressed again!”
The children were sleeping in the next room, along with my already quite drunk wife... She spent a long time explaining to me what a terrible person I was and what a nobody I was... Finally, she got tired; the suit that protected her from harsh reality, which she had started putting on at 11 a.m. after drinking her first shot, became unbearably heavy for her by 11 p.m., as usual, and under the weight of this suit, she began to fall every now and then... In the end, I got her to bed and, after putting her to sleep, turned on the computer, topped up my account on Runet, and suddenly... saw Her...

We agreed pretty quickly... Ironically, it was her birthday... I told her honestly that she would have to obey my commands unquestioningly, but without any obvious perversions...))) Yes, I lied a little when I said I was 22)) I just wanted this angelic slut (I love them, because I've known since my youth that only in quiet pools do you find cool hot devils!))) feel as humiliated as possible by the fact that for money, which she undoubtedly needs very much, she, an adult, experienced woman, has to dance to the tune of some depraved Moscow boy who could be her son-in-law or son... I repeated this trick many times and already knew that chicks like virtual sex with men who could be their sons; somehow it makes all their pussies wet faster...)) Oh, the Mystery of Birth, ah-ha!))

“Undress and kneel down, my girl! Put your hands behind your back!” I commanded. "Spread your legs wider, please, my beautiful lady!)) Now there will be a short interview. Are you ready for it?))”

Chicks need to be told banal and vulgar compliments, such as “my Goddess,” “How beautiful you are now!”, “my girl,” “Your Majesty,” and especially the word “lady” appeals to those who, due to some circumstances, have dared to embark on the Path of the Whore...

Looking ahead, I will say that this is the Great Path, but more on that later...
She smiled charmingly and stuck her tongue out at me... “What a cool bitch!” I thought, “From the heart! Talent is talent!”)))

“How old are you, my Goddess?”
“42. It was exactly today...”
“No way! You look much younger (in this case, it was true, but I would have said it even if it wasn't; I needed to relax her so that she would come for real, without pretending)...”

– I can, ah-ha, show you my passport if you don't believe me!))
“What a cool, in a good way, crazy girl!” – I thought, and said aloud:
– Thanks, that's unnecessary! And don't talk too much, just answer the questions!
“Okay...” she said, becoming somewhat serious and perhaps slightly offended internally... But she had no moral right to show me that... In a world where, in reality, men are completely dependent on the whims of women, their eternal “PMS” and other whining, there must still be gaps where everything is as it should be, that is, Man is God and King, and Woman... must be submissive...))
“Spread your legs a little wider!” (It's time to tighten the screws, that is, without any ‘goddesses’ or “ladies.”) Do you have children?
“Yes.”
“How old are they? What gender? How many?”
“Two daughters. One is an adult, already married, the other is 5 years old...”
“Cool, my son is 3!” I wanted to say, but then I remembered that I was playing the role of a young libertine, a lover of “hot moms” and other mature women...)))
“Do you have any toys?” (Oh, that's always the sacramental question... Nowadays, everyone has everything: a bunch of rubber dicks, interactive vibrators, and so on, but back then it was only January 2015, and I had just started observing Shabbat...))))

She showed me her arsenal, and we agreed on a rather large pink vibrator with exaggerated imitation veins, more reminiscent of ox tendons...
“The rest is simple,” I wrote, “you can get up from your knees and sit down however you feel comfortable...”

She moved to the chair...

“Spread your legs! Good girl! Now spread your pussy lips, my naughty mommy! Don't move your legs anymore, and put your hands behind your head!” We'll have two main commands: START and STOP. When I say START, you insert the dildo into your pussy, when I say STOP, you insert the dildo into your mouth and put your hands behind your back again, understand?

She nodded obediently and smiled, sticking out her tongue again... What a cool bitch! There are no girls like this in Moscow...
In Moscow, all the bitches are loud and scandalous, but this one is perfect, a distant, powerless starlet...

“Where are you from?” I asked during the next STOP phase. She smiled silently, as according to the rules of the game, her mouth was occupied with a pink dildo.
“You can take the dick out of your mouth while you answer!” I allowed.
“I can't say... I'll just say that things are difficult for us right now...”
“Are you from Donetsk?”
“No, but we're close by...”
“START!”

She obediently began to pound herself with the dildo again. I was in no hurry; as soon as she approached orgasm, I gave the STOP command. I watched her movements and facial expressions closely, and it was a pleasure in itself, as she definitely had natural artistic talent.
“Please, I want to cum! Please! Please! Let me cum!” she moaned after 30 minutes of our submissive session, already flushed with her own lust... The louder she moaned and the more often she asked to be allowed to cum, the more often I shouted “STOP”...

Only when her moans began to turn into a sad animal howl at times, and her hands began to shake a little when she took the dildo out of her pussy on STOP, did I let her cum...

It was a beautiful sight: her lower abdomen pulsed chaotically, my lustful slut arched her back, tapping her free hand on the armrest of the chair and shaking her head from side to side...

"You did a great job, mommy! You're a magical bitch!“ I praised her, ”I'll be back!"
“Four units STRAWBERRY,” she said aloud into her Skype.

I wrote it down with a pencil on a piece of paper and hid it in a safe place... I knew I would never call her... At least, that's what I sincerely believed at the time. I had two children, and caring for them fell mainly on my shoulders, because my wife, sadly, was an alcoholic and a hysterical woman...

“Getting closer will only fray our nerves!” I said to myself, finished my cognac, and went to bed...

The next morning, some had to go to kindergarten, some to school, and I still had to get everyone ready and feed them breakfast...
“No, but there are such cool bitches in the world! And why are they always so far away? Although, most likely, it's for the best!” — with thoughts like these, I gradually fell asleep...



3. BLOWJOB AS A RITE OF WORSHIP TO THE HORM OF PlENTY…))

Yes, we now live in a world where gender equality reigns supreme. It is formally forbidden to view women as objects of sexual gratification, but it is more than permissible to view men as providers and breadwinners. It remains somewhat unclear why men should play such a role in relationships; what motivates them to play this particular role; what personal gain they derive from being eternally indebted to women, who in the modern world owe them nothing...))

Alongside the so-called real modern world, there is a completely different, hidden realm where men and women play out completely different roles and scenes, more in line with their hidden nature, repressed deep in their subconscious. And this hidden nature is much stronger and older than the bland and faceless liberal mask that we are all forced to wear by a fundamentally asexual modernity, where a man, despite all his desires, can never feel strong and in control, and a woman cannot afford the luxury of feeling weak next to the one whose Love and Strength she is sure of, since the outwardly prosperous modern world is a community of insecure, genderless companions in misfortune, no more than neighbors in a lifeboat from the sinking Titanic, who are still a little luckier than those who have already drowned... And this hidden realm is the only one where people are still relatively free and open to experimentation — sex...

Of course, not all sex... The first time with a new partner is always wonderful, and sex between long-married spouses always has a certain routine, which is why the process itself has a second name, “marital duty”...

But it happens that even between spouses who have lived together for a long time, the proverbial spark slips through again, and this happens when both partners suddenly regain the ability to play like children, with complete enthusiasm and complete dedication, when the world “seems” and “pretend” temporarily, within the framework of a love game, seems more real than the boring everyday life, where the Man does not feel like a Man, and the Woman does not feel like a Woman... The couple plays Hunter and Prey (for the sexual pleasure of the Prey, who is forced to hide from themselves, so to speak, “in broad daylight”), the couple plays Maniac and Captive, the couple plays Mistress and Slave, Mother and Son, Daughter and Daddy — there's no limit to what a mature couple (or even a non-couple) can play when both surrender to the Reality of the Game, the Reality of Fantasy and... mutuality...

Yes, the more intense the game, the greater the degree of mutual trust required between the participants... But if it works, the memory of this shared experience creates a kind of additional closeness between the participants... For example, a certain astral connection is forever preserved between those who have survived a war or some other acute extreme situation together... There is a feeling of a special additional unity that lies beyond the so-called “good and evil” and the rigidly regulated outside world.

That is why women love it when, for example, during doggy style sex, their hands are tied behind their backs or their hair is pulled, during cowgirl sex, their fingers are sucked and their nipples are twisted forcefully, and during the most uncomplicated classic sex, their hands are also tied behind their heads and rhythmic movements are alternated with sudden sharp thrusts forward. Sometimes it is useful to gently touch a woman's throat or give her a light, playful slap...
All this, of course, comes from ancient times, when there was a special kind of sacred prostitution in ancient temples... Subconsciously, all women seem to remember this, and, perhaps not verbally, but understand that a slutty bitch and a goddess of love are actually one and the same person... If you are not a Dirty Whore in bed, then you are not a Goddess in the Temple of Love, and certainly not a Lady in the living room...

And if you are a Goddess, then in your secret tent, where, of course, not everyone is allowed to enter, but only those who deserve it, you will still appear before the Chosen One as a wild, lewd bitch, a lustful female, swearing allegiance to the Phallus in various forms, and this is and always has been the Secret of Secrets revealed by you, the Goddess-Slut...

One of our videos with Belka (Squirrelly) in the Blowjob compilation genre is preceded by my phrase in two languages (English and Russian): "Why do we love it when our dicks are sucked? Why do mature, well-rounded women love to suck ours so much? Because it is an Act of Acknowledging Truth as Truth! It's as if women are paying tribute to the Source of all our lives! It is a Rite of Worship to the Horn of Plenty that feeds and waters all women! It is the Moment of Truth when, at least in a playful way, in Sex, at least for a while, the Veil of Lies, which is so prevalent in everyday life and in the modern world, falls away, and a Woman feels like herself, worshipping a Man!

For serving the Man is Her True Destiny, which they themselves feel keenly in the depths of their souls...”



4. THE PECULIARITIES of FAMILY SEX WITH MY BELOVED SLUTWIFE IN A PRIVATE CHAT WITH STRANGERS FROM THE WEST…)) 

“Cloum-cloum!” – the signal sounded, inviting us to a private show... Once again, one of our “Western partners” wanted to watch me fuck my girl)) No problems!..)) Anything you want, for your money!))

What awaits us today? Frankly speaking, I love it when people ask for fisting! My girl has a very elastic hole, despite the fact that both of her daughters were born by Caesarean section, as, incidentally, were my previous wife's, the mother of my two children... (What a funny coincidence! Apparently, that's how witches who fall into my taste are made...))

Of course, before inserting my fist into my beloved's vagina, it needs to be properly lubricated... And, of course, there's no need to rush... Take your time, and your patience will be rewarded in full!

How does it feel when the walls of her vagina squeeze my fist? It's hard to describe in words, but I'll just say that even the strongest male handshake is no match for the squeeze of my horny, depraved wife's pussy...))

I won't hide the fact that before we tied our fates together, each of us had quite a few partners, but I had never fisted anyone before her...

Of course, all women are different, but most likely none of them would like too fast a pace and too much movement in general... The pussy itself knows what to do, taking the shape of my fist... The most you need to do is just rhythmically tense and relax your fist, as if you were working with a hand expander...)) My bitch cums very intensely from fisting, sometimes even squirts...

But today, there's some shy guy on the other end of the Net...)) He just wants to watch my wife suck my dick... I don't mind either... Let's play along with the boy (though how can we know if it's a boy or, on the contrary, some overly horny old granddaddy...))

I don't just shove my dick into my bitch's mouth, but periodically take it out and slap my slut's lips with my dick... As a rule, it looks impressive. At this moment, my bitch pretends to be wildly happy and excited, quickly licking my dick with her tongue where I used to have a frenulum when I wasn't circumcised, then swallowing it all the way to my balls. Her legs are spread wide apart, she spreads her big labia with her hands, as if winking at the camera with her literally breathing hole. Jerk off, jerk off, my boy! Your mommy won't show you this... But with my bitch - please!

I fuck my girl in the mouth while massaging her notorious G-spot, my virtuoso whore's pelvis literally shaking...)) She sure knows how to do that!)) “Grab her hair roughly and fuck her in the ass! And let her suck the dildo, imagining it's my dick!” asks our already quite aroused “Western partner.”

Ah-ha!))) Neither of us is in the mood for anal today, but we'll pretend, fucking her pussy the old-fashioned way — especially since he wants to see her face, and my girl is great at making grimañes of passion!

I position myself behind her, periodically tugging at my wife's hair as requested by the client. She bites her lips and breathes heavily, making mind-boggling faces... Her large breasts sway, I periodically twist her nipples, she continues to feign passion... Basically, we both like to fuck on camera... We are actors, and in private shows we can allow each other much more than in so-called real life... Real life is boring... We both like this one better...

“Are you going to cum?” my beloved asks.
“Yes, soon!”
“Cum on my tits! It'll be beautiful!”
“Agreed!”

I pull my dick out of my wifey's cunt, she lies down on the bed, and in a couple of seconds my cum flies onto her chest, and a few drops even land on her face... My naughty little bitch smiles slyly and licks her lips... Then, still smiling seductively, she rubs my cum over her large nipples and areolas...

“Klim” — the signal to leave the private chat sounds... Apparently, we and “our Western partner” finished at the same time...))

“Thanks, guys! I'll be back!” he writes to us a minute later in the general chat... Apparently, he took a minute to wipe off the cum that came out while watching our sexual intercourse.

“Bye-bye!” we say, “See you tomorrow!” My wifey blows a kiss to the world, and I smile modestly and meaningfully...)) Curtain... In half an hour, our three children will return from school... It's time to heat up the soup, and then lessons, lessons, and more lessons...))



5. ABOUT SEX ON DISPLAY AS A BRIDGE BETWEEN GENERATIONS…))

Why do I love fucking my bitch as if to show off? I wouldn't say it's a difficult question)) After all, we all like to dominate, what can you do with us male monkeys? Males like to dominate, and females like to wiggle their pussies in front of males and physically, on the level of invisible but sharp waves, feel that everyone wants her, specifically that dirty bitch, to fuck her, and she, like, will even choose — that is, we all like to dominate, and it's stupid to deny it...

Yes, I like it when strangers get hard for my chick, as if for a new, unknown, and alien heaven, and I fuck her while I feed her and provide for her, I feed her and provide for her, and yours, as they say, is a dog's job — to lick your lips, lust after my “sexy mommy”, and, in a word, be jealous...))) On the other hand, is it really my fault that you don't have such frank and intense relationships with your own wives? Who stopped you? It certainly wasn't me!)))

And my bitch likes it too! We could have lived as boringly as everyone else, slaving away for peanuts at uninteresting jobs, doing homework with our children until we dropped (which, alas, we are also forced to do, knowing full well that there is no point in homework, because the old civilization has irrevocably bid us farewell, azokhen wei, alas and ah!))), but we have a different life... We spread our legs wide, we squirt from G-spot massages, we suck dick for show (and not someone else's, but purely from the heart and our own husband!))), and sometimes we even read classical poetry naked, not forgetting to massage our clitoris, and on our heads we have Chicago-style feathers and long cigarette holders in the American fashion of the 1920s...)))

We could have lived differently: gotten fed up with everything and ended up not wanting each other at all... That's how everyone else lives, actually... And don't forget that we're both 48...))

Yes, my bitch has great tits; yes, she is fantastically artistic and talented (both in fucking and cooking, and in general a subtle, intelligent person!); yes, she has a cool, tight, narrow pussy and big nipples with large areolas, just as I like and have always dreamed of; and we fuck like we go to work, and I never forget to film the so-called “creampie” when my cum, left inside her, slowly starts to flow out of my girl's pussy... My bitch's pussy is beautiful, and my cum is thick and abundant; creampies usually turn out great for us! )))

When she, my Goddess-bitch, sucks my dick, I almost always film it in close-up... When you're your own director, you don't cum for a long time because you're focused on something else, on the picture... Oh, how talented she is! She swallows it all the way to the back of her throat, then quickly flicks the spot where I once had a frenulum, like the goyim, then licks my balls with passion... Sometimes I reciprocate, it's simple: all chicks love cunnilingus... If, of course, you do it right; tease the clitoris with your tongue and make sudden short pauses; usually the pussy responds to such passages...)))

Yes, we are both 48... My bitch's eldest daughter is already 26, my eldest daughter is almost 17... Young guys around 20 come in... Oh, how my slutwife blows their minds!))) Girls their age would never give them sex like that, which they honestly write about, barely able to tear themselves away from jerking off...)) My cynical girl happily plays along with them...

And looking at my bitch, virtually fucking her in all her holes, little boys, hurt by life and frankly stupid mothers, begin to understand that women of the same age as their boring mothers can be LIVELY and WARM, that they are people too! People with their own vivid feelings, inherent to people of their gender...)) And my bitch helps, in this way, to build bridges between generations... Why is that? Because my “mature” bitch (“my mature bitch” & “hot Russian sexwife”))) is a Goddess... It's Truth...)))



6. FAMILY ADULT WEBCAMING: "Pro" & "ContrA"…)))

 
Were there any doubts about the correctness of choosing this type of activity? How were they overcome? Were they overcome? Do they still exist in some form today? You know, I'll be brief, most sticks in this world have at least two ends...))) On one end of my “stick” is me, and on the other is my wife... This is an endless field for reflection, and in this field, everyone finds what their own unique life experience has led them to...))

Yes, we'll soon be 49, which is almost 50.)) Yes, many of our peers live much more boring lives, and yes, with people who are more than suitable for us as daughters and sons (and 50 is really a lot, and all of them are deeply of age))) it is much easier for us in terms of professional contacts than with our peers... Let's just say that both we and they are surprised to find that, in general, we speak the same language... And I'm not talking about sex at all, as you might naively think, but about work and business contacts...

But it's also true that during the streams themselves, drunk and frankly stupid people can be annoying, just like in real life... Therefore, in so-called non-virtual life (something prevents me from calling this life “real” with full responsibility, especially in the era of senseless quarantines for what is essentially a runny nose), we diligently avoid unnecessary contacts, trying to minimize them...

After all, in almost 50 years, we have told our friends literally everything more than once—and in turn, we have listened to them—both of our parents are still alive, and sometimes it is unbearable to listen to them (and, to be honest, it has been like that since childhood)...

The same situation applies to books... My wife has never read anything except science fiction and detective stories (although she did so with true passion throughout her childhood and youth, until smartphones with YouTube appeared; and in general, I sincerely respect and accept her tastes, although I do not share all of them)... As a philologist by training, I used to read and love a wide range of books — from classics to philosophy, theology, and even sometimes esotericism, musicology, and literary studies — but in the end, the same thing happened to them as to my friends and their stories: one day I got totally tired of what to say, what to listen to...

After all, everything had already been said by Sophocles and Euripides, not to mention Shakespeare and Dante...

“Aren't you tired of fucking, you old goat?” some idiot user on bongacams might ask... "No, buddy,“ I'm always ready to answer, ”I'm not tired of it! Especially when you look at what a hot chick I'm fucking and HOW I'm fucking her, while the lot of assholes like you can only jerk off while watching people who are way above you in so many ways (no offense, you poor thing, of course)." ! )))
And there are many such assholes! ))) They don't realize that they are losing their money by looking at us, while we, accordingly, are only gaining...)))

And rightly so, because why would you need money, Pussy?)) We understand why, we have a big family! But why would you need it, kid? So that I can pretend in front of you that you're fucking my wife because she's better than yours, who you're bored of fucking?)) Do you know, kid, that it's your fault that you're bored fucking your own wife?)) Nothing personal, of course... Although that's exactly how it is... You pay us money because you're a real asshole.)) Again, nothing personal.)) Just facts — stubborn things!)) And it's normal for assholes to pay for their stupidity. That's justice triumphing, actually! At least it triumphs somewhere sometimes! At least in the world of porn!

And that, by the way, doesn't surprise me... Sex is the last refuge of all honest and sincere people...)) Our sex, of course, not yours, which is boring and dull... Because if yours were exciting, you wouldn't be staring at us...
But that's fine with us, yes!)) It satisfies us completely — I would even say FULLY...))



7. IS MY WIFE A SLUT, or ONCE AGAIN ABOUT DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION…))

From the previous chapters, we have already understood that, according to Professor Savelyev, the main thing for the descendants of monkeys is to dominate...)) It doesn't matter how, the main thing is the result... Just like businessmen!)) Money is an absolute value, because it is the equivalent of dominance in the modern world.))
My girlfriend gets messages on one of her accounts, most of which I manage—and quite professionally, because in the end it all brings us money, and I have a bunch of press releases under my belt, work in journalism, including on Channel One and in Nezavisimaya Gazeta (yes, more than if I worked in a school and my wife worked in a supermarket)...
And so, some random guy writes — I don't know his age or nationality — “You're a gorgeous whore, I'd fuck you!”)) Hmm, well, thanks, of course, another one of the tens of thousands who play by our rules...))) Now I'll talk, and you listen, you piece of shit...)) She's not a whore... She's a fucking great actress!)) Yes, the stupid outside world — which has always been that way — didn't make her Lyudmila Gurchenko, although they are similar in type, as with Lada Dance, for example)), but she's just a little more than that... This woman is a good cook, loves children—including those who aren't hers, because she's a stepmother to my children... Of course, my youngest may think he is deeply unhappy because his father is a tyrant who does not allow him to shoot a pistol with caps after 9 p.m., and his stepmother insists that he wash the dishes after himself—oh yes, we are terrible parents, just beasts!))
Outside of our family, which we both cherish—because it came to us after quite a lot of shit—we just know how you guys who haven't been so lucky should be treated, no offense...))) Is your wife a bunny? If she looks like that, then she's definitely cheating on you, you masculine moron (google what “masculine” means, because you probably didn't study Latin, unlike me, and you probably don't have a college degree, do you?))
My wife is not a bunny... She's a fucking bitch... Sometimes I'm afraid of her myself, because warlike hamsters are scary when they're angry.)) But I didn't find myself in the trash either!))
And you, my self-confident little boy, where and in what have you found yourself today?)) Are you trading in second -hand goods that you didn't produce?)) And you consider yourself a businessman?)) Well, well, little boy...)) Well, well, my little piece of shit...))
When was the last time you played with your child or just went to the movies with your whole family? No, not interesting? Is it interesting to pretend to yourself that you're fucking my chick?)) Like, pretend, but even that turns you on, because your life is so hopelessly boring? Why don't you fuck your own wife?))
You dared to say that my wife is a whore...)) Will you answer for your words? My “whore” only sleeps with me, and that's for sure, because we are always in each other's sight, always... And you are the slave who is forced to go to work and doesn't really know what's going on behind the scenes because you don't have the skills that would allow you to work remotely!)) But not me...))
But you have no way of knowing what's going on with your “beloved,” because you are indeed a slave who, alas, has no right to freely dispose of his time... ((Why? What, am I responsible for your fate? Am I your father? I don't recall having any casual relationships with consequences...))
And you said that my wife is a whore.)) Know that you are shit, and she doesn't give a fuck about your average-sized dick, pardon my French...)) My chick has everything... And most importantly, she has my care...
She knows that she lives with an intelligent and sensitive man who is also a cool professional. Otherwise, we wouldn't have hundreds of millions of views bringing us real money...
And what have you done for your wife? Fucked her in the pussy and left her all alone with your children? Well, well, you little fucker...)) It's fine with me))) Consider it like you sucked my dick, coveting my wife and calling her a whore...)) It's all for you, poor and miserable people, nothing personal...)))



8. A LITTLE SOMETHING ABOUT THE NEW WORLD ORDER AND YOUNG GUYS' ATTRACTION TO MATURE HOT MILFs…)) 

What do we have in the end? The old world has irrevocably collapsed... Yes, perhaps porn and porn streaming platforms are something like “pilot regions” of the “new reality,” the “new world order”... So what is it like? How is it different from the old one? Let's think about it together...

Well, first of all, there are no age limits in the new world... A woman who is twice your age, for example, may well become your virtual submissive, or even your real one, although that's unlikely, because, baby, you see, the age difference is not an obstacle to sex (and sometimes even helps!), but there are social differences: you don't really have anything to do, while she has a lot of things to do, children and so on, and you, always free and busy essentially only with yourself and your feelings, will quickly annoy her with untimely calls, because, I repeat: you, in essence, have nothing to do, while she, an adult woman, has a lot of things to do!

But older women are really attractive!)) If only because it is only in our “last” time that it has become possible to break the deadlock on any man's inner problem: women give birth to us and quite categorically take credit for this, which for some reason allows them to consider themselves superior to us... Yes, they all easily forget that they are the vessel, the soil where we sow our seeds, if... they are worthy of it...)) And we choose here, as we have always done... Nothing has changed here; it's just that outwardly we have become less likely to beat our chests with our heels or, as the band “Kolibri” once sang, “...tear your coat open at the chest...”))

Modern mothers are very strict... They are strict mainly because deep down they don't like spending time with their children, especially their sons, because a son is always the opposite of his mother, if only because of his gender...
A son always gets in the way... At first, he cries and whines, but a chick doesn't want to be a mom at all; she wants to do her makeup, manicure, and pedicure and be attractive to males... The opinion of little boys of modern “I-am-a-mother!” women, as a rule, is of no interest at all!)) A child is, first and foremost, a burden! And here we have webcams with the easy realization of the wildest fantasies!))

Hands behind your back, bitch! Get on your knees and suck my dick! Now we'll settle everything, something like that...))

Is that bad? In my opinion, it's just fine, and the “MILFs” themselves are delighted with it! Deep down, this is what they've always wanted, because they themselves have problems with their fathers, who either abandoned their hysterical mothers or, conversely, were kicked out by them because they didn't really know what to do with them, with such manly men, well, not “wash their feet and drink water”...)) Oh dear, how humiliating for us, wayward goats!)))
The generation born after World War II is globally defective, and this is now obvious to all enlightened people, especially professional psychologists...)) In short, point one: equality between generations)))

Point two... As we know, all webcam streaming is essentially anonymous—both for models and, even more so, for users... It doesn't matter if you're poor, have accidentally accumulated a reasonable amount of tokens, are rich, smart, or stupid: the webcam girl will still undress in front of you and fulfill your desires if you have enough money in your account at that particular time and place... Of course, she may slack off a little, but she may also get really wet—it all depends, baby, on your real skills; you understand, you're not a kid...))) It's simple here: if you know how to “get” a woman in real life, it's even easier here, because such is the “brave new world”...))

Thus, we arrive at the second point: total equality of phenotypes... That is, everyone sleeps with everyone else regardless of physical beauty and actual property status.

Only the current balance of tokens matters...))

This, in turn, is close to the original ideas of the Bolsheviks, led by the very liberated Alexandra Kollontai and other Inessa Armands, who advocated for the socialization of women at the dawn of Soviet power... Then, exactly a hundred years ago, it was also believed that all problems lay not only in property inequality, but in the fact that property inequality leads to inequality in sexual satisfaction... In the “new, wonderful” world, this has been finally abolished...)))

There must be a third point...)) Let's look for it... At first glance, it's not there... Apparently, it's hiding... Okay, let's look some more...))

Ah! Of course! Found it! Let's remember Friedrich Nietzsche and his concept of Eternal Return!

We return here to the deification of so-called Sacred Prostitution... A cool webcam girl is not a whore, not a slut, and not a “sucking” girl... She is a Goddess! She is a Mistress! She is Goddess! She is Mistress! But she is definitely not a whore or a slut!

Yes, she, the Goddess of Fantasies, can be called that in private in the heat of self-satisfaction, but it will always be within the framework of the original game reality! In true perception, a webcam girl will always remain a Goddess... If only because she is smarter than your own wife, who is boring and incomprehensible, and you end up paying much more than you would for sex with the Goddess...))) It turns out that sex with Her is a blessing from God: how everything has worked out so well! I saw her and desired her, and just then I had some extra money in my account!)) A continuous Divine Presence; as the Jews say, Shekhinah...))

So, we have Point Three: a return to the roots and the Elevation of Women!...)) Is that bad?)) Or maybe it's good when a chick doesn't take care of herself, doesn't take care of the kids, and pretends to be very busy at a very uninteresting and unsexy job?)) Think for yourself...))

And what to do when you have a sexwife and goddess-slut for a wife, the question inevitably arises... The answer is simple: remain a Man...)))



9. ABOUT CUCKOLDS & TRUE FEMALE PREFERENCES…))

Now, let us discuss the so-called cuckolds, brothers...))) Or rather, brothers and sisters, of course...)))

Strictly speaking, the word cuckold, pronounced in English as “kakold,” which evokes additional shameful associations with the Russian word ‘kakat’ (to defecate), literally means “horned man”... Here, of course, it is appropriate to discuss why a man whose wife is cheating on him is called a “cuckold”...

After all, what is wrong with horns themselves? They are worn by many worthy animals that have inspired fear and respect in people since ancient times: bison, moose, deer, aurochs, bulls, and many, many more... When, in a symbolic sense, horns grow on a male human being, it is considered shameful... Why? Because the horn is likened here, in a symbolic sense, to a phallus that grows on your forehead, as it were, if your wife is unfaithful to you?

But what, in fact, does marital fidelity mean and where is it written in detail?)) Or maybe wives who, yes, do not sleep with other men on the side, but instead nag you (is this the reason, by the way?) from morning till night, more faithful to the ideals that you and she supposedly discussed together before getting married, and together, showering each other with tears of sincere admiration, pretended (at least one of you, but more often both) that you considered these ideals to be shared?)) Doubtful... Doubtful, and I would say that it is not confirmed by practice...))

Let's leave moralizing and education aside, though...)) Let's talk about “cuckold” as just one of the tags (once, in a culture that is now irretrievably lost, it was called a “genre”) of modern porn...

As we know from literary theory, there have been no more than a dozen plots in the world since ancient times; the rest are just variations... The “cuckold” genre tag in porn is primarily about the fact that, roughly speaking, a man is not upset or disappointed by his wife “cheating” on him (yes, I'll leave that word in quotation marks for now)... He simply accepts it in her... Right now, it doesn't matter what the reasons are, because these are already the variations...
Does the husband lose his wife in a card game, then watch the group sex for a long time before joining in, to their mutual delight? whether the wife cheats on her husband not in front of him, but either he watches her, struggling to control the heartbeat of his lower chakra, or she later tells him about it in detail, which, again, excites them both; whether the husband is deprived of the opportunity to influence the process, being tied up or symbolically castrated in some other way, does not matter; all this will allow us to tag such a scene as “cuckold”...))

In any case, one important thing remains: you (in this case, I am speaking on behalf of men) are literally torn apart and hurt precisely because... your wife (it doesn't matter if you have a stamp in your passport, because, as we know, marriages are made in Heaven)))) is... your part... Whether this hurts you or is somehow good in a complicated way — that's a matter of variation... But the essence of the tag-plot is that, according to both the Torah and the Bible, a husband and wife are two people, but... one flesh...

I remember a well-known joke from the 90s, when a relatively liberal-minded husband, explaining to his wife why he cannot “cheat” on her, says literally: “You see, when I cheat on you, it's me who's fucking... But when you cheat on me, it's like they're fucking me...”))) And there's no need for any newfangled feminist outrage here! Yes, no one owes anyone anything in this world... Women are “people too,” and people are free, but... Women's freedom does not mean men's lack of freedom, while in reality this is often the case... It turns out that a woman is free, but a man still MUST provide for her, comfort her in her sorrows, pamper her with all kinds of “sweet” things and new clothes so that she stays with him...))) Why does he have to do all this? For a very simple and familiar reason: two people, but one flesh... If someone is free, it is always at the expense of the other losing a little of their freedom...)) In fact, it is the same law of conservation of energy and mass, but transferred to the sphere of human relationships, couple relationships...

I repeat, two people, one flesh...

And what happens when a wife works as a webcam model?)) Who's fucking who, going back to that vulgar joke from the 90s?))

Let's start with the fact that in 99% of cases, no woman cums from virtual sex... Unlike men... Some cum in 2-3 minutes, some prolong the pleasure, but still reach the finale fairly quickly... Women on webcams almost never cum... And portraying passion is one of their oldest talents, as is the well-known main female profession...

I'll say more, women sometimes choose this profession because for them there is really no betrayal here... There is no serious involvement in relationships; on the contrary, there is satisfaction of one's own, purely specific female dominance, when you are internally cold (it doesn't matter how languidly you open your mouth and supposedly chaotically twitch your abs (cool professionals like my wife do this perfectly)), and at the other end of the internet cable, they literally piss themselves with excitement and literally “jump out of their pants”...)))

The thing is, women are hardly affected by the “mechanics of the process”... No matter how much you rub your clitoris, you won't come if it's basically “not your thing.” If a man masturbates, especially while looking at a naked woman, he will orgasm pretty quickly... Yes, women are less mechanical, and that's a fact...
Many men send my wife photos of their penises on her social media accounts (from xhamster (a) to VK), believing, due to their immaturity and lack of education, that women are the same as men, only with a pussy instead of a dick...

Unfortunately, that's not the case, guys...))) Most women don't give a damn what kind of dick you have: whether it's big or small (although, of course, there are limits to everything), whether it's curved upward, whether it has a square glans or whether it comes with magical balls that jingle louder than Easter bells...))
The main thing for a woman—always and forever—is only SHE HERSELF... How well you know how to use that dick to give her pleasure; how much you are in awe of her, the Queen of the World; what you are willing to give her; whether she feels safe with you; is it interesting to talk to you, that is, how interesting are your “bedtime stories” — that's what really matters to her... But no, sweetie, it's not your dick at all...

Women don't take porn seriously at all... And if they do watch it, they're not attracted to dicks or athletic male bodies, but to the scenarios: what exactly “stupid monkeys” do to them, the Queens of the World...))

It is clear that, in this situation, the vast majority of women in virtual private rooms are very far from their own sexual interests... Consequently, my wife (part of MY flesh), taking someone else's “yang,” does not give away her “yin”...))

Consequently, your “yang” comes directly to me (two people, but one flesh), that is, you voluntarily give it to me, multiplying my male power, which I am not lacking in any case (as confirmed by the fact that I am married to such a cool bitch that everyone wants))), but, as they say, money attracts money...))

And with so much “yang” on my hands, you can be sure, guys, that I have something to pass on to my Girl before her “yin” literally overflows...))) But... not on camera and... not with you...)))



10. ON THE VARIABILITY OF THE CONCEPT OF “TRUTH”…))


Sometimes it seems to me that we are something like The Beatles of the Woodstock era, when John Lennon really had every reason to declare his sacramental statement: “So, guys, we are more popular than Jesus Christ!” In other words, we are among those (and, frankly, among the best) who stand at the very origins of the New World...

We are the ones who are literally creating it from scratch, after the Old World was consigned to history... Literally Adam and Eve, or at least Abraham and Sarah... Tell me, where have you seen people who are so quick-witted, so witty and educated (at least, I am))) and at the same time so free in spirit and body, so uninhibited, sexy, and truly loving each other, which is clearly evident in our videos... I guess so, we are definitely the best!))

There are those who are sexier, but they are boring, stupid, and primitive... There are those who are undoubtedly deep, but not sexy at all... So, to combine both... I beg you...))) There is no one like us!))) Sometimes, of course, we feel the opposite: we are unhappy, oh dear, lost, fucked-up faces, and on top of that, sociopaths and misanthropes, completely exhausted by three children, pets, and the fucking quarantine...)))

Where is the truth in this? Does it even matter?)) And what is true and what is false? When we were children (pioneers and even Komsomol members — oh yes, we've been around for a long time, although I still have no problems with potency, and my girl still gets any guy who sees her excited)), the truth was in “freedom, equality, brotherhood” and in building a “bright future”; Now, and for more than a decade, the truth is in “the bold get what they want,” in “you can't spread thanks on bread,” and in “your own shirt is closer to your body”...

Was the desire for a “bright future” true?.. Yes, it was... But only ‘there’ and “then”... Is what we have now true?.. Yes, alas... And it is given to all of us in our immediate sensations...)) Often in very unpleasant ones.
What will be considered the truth tomorrow? What will be considered the truth, say, ten years from now? I don't know... The great Leni Riefenstahl made great films... Olympia, Triumph of the Will... She was riding high on the Truth that was given to her in her feelings during the Third Reich, when records of Hitler's speeches sold millions of copies, and no one was forced to buy them... Then the Truth changed...

Leni Riefenstahl began to have problems...)) She said in vain that she was just doing her job, and if Stalin had invited her, she would have been delighted to go to the USSR, because Stalin's parades were real, while the SS parades, in her words, only looked so grand thanks to her directorial skills...

It turns out that Truth is like a woman... In the morning she is in one mood, in the afternoon in another, and in the evening in a third...

Yes, no one in this world can ever be truly on top, ride a stallion of Truth .!. I inadvertently used the image of the Stallion of Truth here... But no, in reality, the Stallion of Truth does not exist!)) There is only a Horse!))) And a rather capricious one at that...))

Yes, my girl, of course we are cooler than the Beatles! Of course, we're cooler than some orchestra called “The Moscow Virtuosi”... Of course, there is incomparably more poetry in our sex than in contemporary poetry itself (and, in this case, this is said by a man who read poetry on the stages of Moscow's central halls in the 90s, in his youth, and traveled abroad to scientific conferences on contemporary literature))) ... And there is also much more music in our sex than in contemporary music... How long will this truth of ours last?..
You know, kiddy, I think so... It didn't start with us, and it won't end with us... There has never been any other Truth in the world except the truth of Adam and Eve... And all the rest of the whirlpool of petty and temporary truths is just their/our dreams, caused by banal overwork in the course of solving everyday problems...)))

I believe in one simple thing... That others will begin to imitate us...
And then the world will gradually—not immediately, of course—begin to get better... Without domination and subordination, without this nonsense: who should bow to whom and who owes what to whom... A world without Russia, a world without the US, a world without Putin, without Biden and Trump, and in general a world without our parents... We are already almost elderly people ourselves, even though you are sexy, baby, and I am smart, educated, and I have a good dick...))) Go fuck yourselves, you eternally living dead, you're pissing me off with your primitive bullshit... Something like that...))) Nothing personal...))) Nothing except... the Truth, ah-hah...)))



11. ON RETURNING TO TRADITIONAL VALUES THROUGH PARADOX…)) 

Today is a good Sabbath... It hasn't been like this for several years... My girl is at work, giving her Heavenly Beauty to those who have not yet reached my level...)) The level of the one who is married to her.)) With all the consequences that entails...))

And I am home alone with our three children... Yes, they are gradually growing up... They have even grown up enough to go to McDonald's fast food restaurant on their own, giving up the traditional chicken soup dinner...))

I am of mixed blood, although I am a descendant of many generations of rabbis... It doesn't bother me, as I have no intention of repatriating... I just keep my distance... From everyone, in fact...))

I started observing Shabbat in January 2015, and after my second conscious Sabbath, I met Her...

The one who became my fourth wife formally, but in essence my Main Wife... Because no matter how we twist and turn, each of us is destined to find the One we search for our whole lives... And if you're lucky, you find her...

I saw her on January 23, 2015, and my heart skipped a beat... This is MY woman!!! But then I was married and thought that it was all in my head... It seemed more constructive and humane... For everyone... And then what happened happened...
Looking back, I am amazed by the Beauty of the Universe... I remember that flash of attraction (yes, at first it was only mine, but, God knows, only men decide everything here, and what's more, they are obliged to do so, regardless of whether their efforts are appreciated...), and I see today, when we have been officially married for a long time, when we have four children between us... (Our eldest daughter doesn't live with us, she lives in Kiev, and she's already 27, she's really cool....)

I look at my Eternal Girl (webcam and all that), and I can't take my eyes off her... What an unreal bitch!)) Yes, no one knows her at home, in the kitchen, and in other everyday situations... But... I've always given a fuck about everyday situations... One thing has always been important to me: who is who, in fact, according to the so-called “Hamburg account”... And according to that account, everything is simple for us: my wife is a Goddess, I am also a God...))

I have neither the opportunity nor the desire to disclose details of my other arrangements in this context, but in general, yes, I am a good composer and arranger who has written a lot of diverse music for advertising, films, cultural events at the Moscow government level, numerous singers, and so on...

You may ask—well, perhaps some of you—why “bitch”? )) Well...))) Because we shouldn't lie to ourselves, for starters...

The democratic world is deeply hypocritical... The values it postulates are good on paper or for teenagers who have not yet entered into real sexual life but are on the verge of change...)) In reality, none of this works... Men were unhappy when they didn't have enough money to support their families and achieve an acceptable level of dominance, and they remain unhappy due to similar circumstances... And girls liked it 10,000 years ago when they were conquered, and when they were conquered, they weren't asked what position they preferred to have sex in, so that's what they like... Girls don't cum from the position, but from the situation, because, in principle, women are, yes, more subtle creatures... Their orgasms are psychological... Men's are technical...)))

My beloved wife, Queen of my dreams and Mistress of my House – a wild, lustful spring cat, if I behave myself...)) Yes, she is a slut in bed, and that is what makes her a lady in the living room...)) You know that I am right now and that I love you very much, my girl?..

My wife literally said this to me once after good sex: “Yes, I love it when you're a tiger!”)) Yes, we play roles for each other, always and constantly, and in general, that's what we all do, and not only in family life... But... if you ended up together by chance, then these roles are exactly what you both wanted your whole lives...)) And yes, if you find it funny, laugh your hearts out, ridiculous horses (a horse, by the way, in Ukrainian is “kuznechik,” not a small horse)) — I really believe in a return to Traditional Values through... Paradox... That is, through webcams and porn...)) A return to traditional values in society...))

It is clear that everyone understands the phrase “traditional values” at the level of their education, worldview, and, alas, genetics, but... In the end, “death conquers death,” fuck my dick, as they say, and as my wife likes to say since her youth, even though, to our mutual regret, we did not share that youth...))



12. ABOUT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A GATE AND A DOOR…)) 

Today I want to talk to you about... sex...)) It would seem, what else are we talking about here? Hmm...)) A counter question (don't forget my Jewish roots!))), aren't we always talking about sex deep down, no matter what we are talking about on the surface and formally?)) Men discuss cars, but in reality they are showing off their penises; women discuss clothes, makeup, manicures, but in reality they are showing off their attractiveness and sexual desirability; university professors give lectures, but in reality they are trying to prove their male dominance, delicately, as they think, reprogramming the young minds of their female students towards different sexual priorities so that, to call a spade a spade, they leave dark-skinned football players far behind in their erotic dreams, contrasting their purely animal sexuality with their own intellectual sexuality...)) Although, in essence, it's just a debate about which males have cooler plumage, if we're talking about birds, or which have more attractive tail tufts, if we're talking about lions...))

I want to talk about sex in general... What is it about?

Why do we have it? What is it for? Why does it evoke such contradictory feelings, from intense arousal, which sometimes overwhelms all other emotions and feelings, to embarrassment, awkwardness, or shame...

In many ways, everything related to the sexual organs is inextricably linked to the mysteries of Birth and Death... If only because these organs serve for Conception and directly for Childbirth. Sexual arousal is necessary for the Root of Life to be firm and vigorous, and for the Gates to be sufficiently moisturized and ready to receive the Seed of New Life...

When my current wife and I first got together quite a few years ago, I used the word “door” to describe something similar to what I am saying now...
“No, not a door, but a Gateway!” my daughter objected.

“Can you explain the difference?” I asked.

Without hesitation, she replied, “Well, a door is like going into the next room, but a Gateway is like going into another world!” And we really stepped through it... My wife had recently passed away, and I was left alone with two children (the older one was 12, the younger one was 5) without much help from grandparents; her older child was already an adult, and the younger one had just started school... I am from Moscow, she is from southeastern Ukraine... We both have one pure-blooded Ukrainian grandmother... We are both from the USSR... She spent her entire school childhood in Tula, and her preschool years in Nizhnevartovsk, a city built by her parents, both of whom were Russian according to their passports...)) We were both born in January 1973, under the sign of Aquarius... She is a webcam model from a small Ukrainian town, and I am a composer and arranger from the capital, but not a top-tier one, living a life of ups and downs... ((In short, the New Gate really opened up before us, and we took it, and stepped through it, holding hands and truly believing in each other...
In the early years, we lived like everyone else: endless family chores and no webcam... And when you live like that, sex gradually becomes less and less frequent, and despite the abundance of shared family responsibilities, you as a man and a woman begin to drift apart... One is too tired from the daily grind, then the other...)) Everyone understands... Otherwise, alas, it doesn't work...
But one day, it was as if we turned the tables...))

My girl returned to webcamming, and I began to help her in every way I could... Over time, we registered as a couple...

To say that our sex life became more intense is an understatement...)) Moreover, our sex life became a small business for us in terms of income, and we are not ashamed of it at all... Actually, this is what I wanted to talk about from the very beginning—why should sex be shameful?

Why should we be ashamed that our sex life, which includes not only fucking, of course, but also the whole range of our relationship in all its nuances and intonations, evokes strong emotions and feelings in people of all ages, a desire to join in, or simply admiration and envy?

Why should we be ashamed that, at almost 50, we are definitely more interesting and sexier than the vast majority of our peers, and, of course, than young couples who are just starting out?

Why, after all, should we be ashamed of being one of the best?))
Why should we be ashamed that when looking at our sex life (I repeat that by sex I mean the whole complex of our relationship: from coitus and oral sex to writing songs and prose), very young people, who just yesterday, and not without some reason, considered their “elders” to be “morally outdated shit,” begin, purely by analogy, to see their own parents as real people, similar to themselves, as was originally intended by God?)))

In Hellenistic civilization (Ancient Greece and early Ancient Rome), there was never such a pathologically shameful attitude towards sex as there is in our world today... It's as if the modern world is pushing us all to believe that we should be ashamed of being human... Is that so?))) Rams, I apologize, did anyone confuse you?

The fact that we give our sex to others and are not ashamed of it can be seen as a celebration of Christian values...)) God the Father, for example, loved our world so much that he did not spare even his only Son, who, in turn, did not spare his own life for the sake of love for our world... We loved this world so much (despite the fact that it has often been very cruel to both of us) that we did not spare our own sex and our own love for each other for the sake of the world... And what, for example, have you not spared for our world?..)))
And finally, why should we actually be ashamed that most people know less, have experienced less, read and listened to less, thought less, suffered less, are less courageous and brave, more boring and stupid, and, of course, simply more aggressive and evil?))) Or maybe we just shouldn't scratch our left ear with our right hand and instead come to the obvious conclusion that most people are so terrible simply because they are banally underfucked?)) Well, um...)) In short, draw your own conclusions...)) 

In short, to paraphrase Vysotsky, we can say that the only thing better than sex is the sex you have yet to have... People who see sex as something shameful... Hmm... In a word, I'm afraid of such people... Even more than those who don't drink, which in Russia always traditionally causes great distrust...)))))))



13. ABOUT CUMSHOT, THEATER, ACTRESSES, AND OTHER “INTELLIGENT” SLUTTY-LADIES…))

Now, let's talk about actresses, and theater in general...))) What is the stage? What is the reality of a performance? Does an actor remain himself (according to his personal passport data), or is he really Hamlet at the moment he plays him, and his “real” personality is irrelevant at that moment?

Of course, there are many things that come to mind here... From Guy Debord's famous book, The Society of the Spectacle, published in the 1960s, to the sensational film Avatar...))

Where is my true “I”? – this is perhaps the main question that an actor (I am using the word in a general sense, but of course I mean both men and women) decides day after day... And does he want to find his true self? Perhaps the actor, on the contrary, seeks to hide behind his characters? Perhaps the actor is afraid of his true self, and by playing endless roles, he saves himself from the self-destructive truth?))

For example, when we (as a couple) are invited into a private chat room and asked to do things that we would never do with each other in so-called “reality,” we both get a lot of pleasure... And precisely because we are doing something that is not part of our real personalities, but rather the personalities of the characters we are portraying at the client's request... This broadens our own perceptions of ourselves and our capabilities, and gives us vivid sexual emotions... The person on the other end of the internet cable also gets pleasure from the fact that, by inviting us into a private chat, he also goes beyond his everyday “self,” which he is very tired of, just as we are tired of ours...))
Thus, it turns out that the reality of the Performance is akin to the Mystery of Birth, when you have just come into the world, and every experience is primary and therefore truly vivid... If you are truly an actor by nature, then when you play Hamlet, you are Hamlet, and when you play Caligula or Nero, you are really Caligula or Nero... Yes, it's like the movie Avatar... And yes, with the same sweet blurring of the boundaries between your own manifestations...

Blurring boundaries is sweet in general...)) And yes, sex — and even more so, sex for show — in today's increasingly complicated world of tightening all possible screws, turns out to be the only sphere where a person feels free... Sex, precisely because of its mysterious, theatrical, carnival-like nature, is today the only Island of Freedom, a small Hot Cube where anything is possible... If only because the Reality of the Stage and the Reality of “real” life are, fortunately, not the same thing...

Now let's leave generalities aside and talk specifically about actresses, that is... as always, about girls...)))

What drives a young “actress” who is both afraid and passionately eager to stand on a stool and sing a song (it doesn't matter if she sings in tune or out of tune, the main thing is success!))) or dance at a noisy family celebration? (Of course, not everyone likes this, but those who have an innate talent for acting have had this desire to be on stage since childhood.)

How does a young person feel when she is the center of attention and showered with applause?)) Of course! In essence, she experiences creative ecstasy, which, in turn, is similar to an orgasm (remember the chapter where we talked about how the female orgasm is primarily psychological, unlike the male orgasm, which is technical and mechanical), and the applause she is bathed in is essentially a symbol of spilled semen as a result of the delight she, the Queen of the World, causes in members of the opposite sex... And, as usual, all this is reflected in a separate porn genre called “cumshot,” where bathing in applause is actually likened to bathing in semen, drinking sperm, smearing oneself with sperm, where sperm acts not only as objective proof of admiration, but also as a symbol of the Big Bang caused by admiration for the beauty of a particular goddess-actress... And the Girl, thus, acts in a symbolic sense as the Cause of the Creation of the World... Which, of course, greatly impresses all girls, regardless of age...)))
When we talk about porn actresses, that is, women who, without being shy about their sexuality, their bodies, their passions, and their emotions, give themselves to those around them, then it seems that we are dealing with the following...))

Strictly speaking, porn actresses are superior to actresses who pretend to serve some kind of Melpomene and coquettishly pretend to be “unapproachable, intelligent, pale”)) In so-called real life, the vast majority of actresses are real whores, prone to promiscuity... Porn actresses, on the other hand, allowing themselves everything “on stage,” are in most cases respectable housewives who care for their families, children, husbands, and so on...

Secondly, porn actresses are often simply smarter, as they achieve their goals faster and more efficiently, without wasting time on trifles, that is, serving Venus, the Moon, and Lilith directly and immediately, rather than some not always honest person, not to mention dirty thoughts and other filthy ideas, Melpomene...))) In other words, porn actresses and webcam models are women who accept the most important part of themselves unconditionally, that is, first, they truly understand what is most important in them, and second, they are calm about it, without tormenting themselves with unnecessary complexes... And with complexes, in turn, it's simple: if you have them, then you have problems that torment you, and if you don't, then you are free and pure...)))

Among other things... When we look at an attractive actress outside of the porn genre, we involuntarily wonder what she is like without clothes, what she is like in bed, whether she sucks dick well, and so on?))

When we look at a woman who is not only bold, intelligent, and honest with herself, and therefore sucks dick directly or fucks young soldiers, we involuntarily become interested in her soul...)) What drives her? Why is she like that, and my wife is not? Why is she so free? Why is she, as they say, “ten centimeters from the ground”? Why does the fact that her genitals can be freely and unobstructedly viewed not make her a whore and a slut?

That is, it is always the hidden that attracts! In those who hide their bodies, it is the body that attracts... In those who hide their souls, it is the soul that attracts...))) Most non-porn actresses do not know or understand this...))) And God will judge them, the fools...))) 



14. ON SERVING THE HIGHEST BEAUTY…))

Sometimes I wonder, what exactly are Belka and I doing? Which gods do we serve?)) And these thoughts are sometimes heavy, complex, painful, and long-lasting... But in the end, I always come to the same simple conclusions: we serve Beauty, and therefore the One and Indivisible True God...))

And today we will try to talk about the winding paths that lead me to these simple and crystal-clear conclusions...)) Why try, and not just talk?)) Because everything is God's will (a brilliant phrase, true in any case, regardless of which of its three elements we emphasize))) ... We can always try everything and anything, but whether our efforts will be crowned with success — alas, it is not up to us to decide, contrary to the opinion of all those self-proclaimed “psychologists” on YouTube...)))

Remember, for example, the reverence for the “tear of a baby” characteristic of the venerable Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky? That, they say, no great idea for improving the eternally terrible world can be considered worthy of attention if its implementation involves even a single baby's tear?))

So, sex — precisely so-called “banal” sex for sex's sake — is nothing more than such a “baby's tear”! Just as pure and just as sincere!

When they try to brazenly dissuade us of this, intruding uninvited into our pure souls under various pretexts and banners — from Christian ethics and the code of the builder of communism to juvenile justice and other Roskomnadzor idiocy — they always want, under an outwardly plausible pretext, to take away our True Self, which was given to each of us by the Lord Himself, and not by the dull-witted sheep from the civil service (by civil service, I mean, of course, and let's call them that, employees of the spiritual sphere; all these “werewolves in cassocks, turbans, etc.”)...

And encroachment on the freedom of our sexual lives is the most terrible “crime against humanity”... The next, even more frightening step is a direct attack on our lives—and it doesn't matter, of course, what excuses are used; excuses, of course, can always be found, and there will always be experts who give uniform lawlessness a legitimate and higher meaning...))

What kind of world do we have today? Let's not beat around the bush – it is COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY DESTROYED! And without any nuclear war...
The School is destroyed, the Education System is destroyed, the concept of Good and Evil is completely destroyed, society completely lacks both Global Goals and the means to achieve them, even if some goal were to arise in a state of delirium... The world is completely destroyed... We must come to terms with this...

But the most important thing still remains in this world — Love... That's where it all began... The Universe as a whole, and each of our Individual Universes separately... That is, roughly speaking, from the orgasm of mom and dad...)))
Unfortunately, there is a very high probability that this world will never rise from the pit of shit into which it has fallen, having filled that pit with its own shit beforehand... But perhaps there will be another life, and another Earth and Heaven, as we have all been promised many times...))) After all, sooner or later we will all have to die one way or another... What will happen next – as they say, time will tell...))

And what is there now? The thing is, there is nothing else... Except... Sex... Except for that very “tear” with which our life began, and with which it essentially ends... That's what Belka and I are busy with... That's what she's busy with when she fulfills the wishes of some poor souls tormented by life (yes, it sometimes resembles a sacramental last wish before death) in private shows; What we are both busy with when we work on webcam as a couple or shoot our modest (due to lack of time) films...)))

You, not us!!! – (those who need to will understand who I am talking about) killed that original Beautiful World, replacing it with a surrogate in which everyone is suffocating. But until the final Death comes, it is we, Belka and I, and those like us, truly like brother and sister of mercy (or like Beavis and Butt-head, whichever you prefer))) who bandage your wounds... Including those who have made considerable efforts to destroy the former beautiful world...

Yes, it was done by another part of them...)) The part that put on the Expensive Suit and pretended to be the Strong World, justifying itself by saying that there is nothing but the Principle of Power, and it's either you or them, and better you, because you are responsible for many... But sometimes the Strong Ones of the World get very tired of this part of their own selves, because it is a truly unbearable moral burden... After all, lying to yourself on such a global level requires incredible moral effort... Not everyone can do it, not everyone is capable of it, of course... (That is why, by the way, there have always been and always will be fewer strong people than weak ones...) But...)))

When they get tired — and sooner or later everyone gets tired))) — they hang their Expensive Suit in the closet and, with maniacal persistence, beg us to turn on the so-called cam -to-cam to wholeheartedly show us their spineless, flabby faces and their sad dicks, which they frantically rub or fiddle with, watching as I either fuck Belka or give my Goddess a blowjob, or as she does something exciting for them in “solo” format...

Yes, that is how the world is today... And yes, that is the Beauty that Belka and I serve... For dressing the wounds of those who have fallen in a completely senseless but merciless battle is undoubtedly Good... And Good is Beauty, just as Evil is undoubtedly Ugliness...



15. ABOUT MEN'S THIRST FOR FERTILIZATION…))

And again, about the same thing, about the main thing...)) What's wrong with being thrilled about fucking your own wife?)) After all, how many people can boast about that, especially at such a mature age?
Yes, our parents used to watch the movie “Emmanuelle,” but they were still very modest themselves — they only learned how to divorce “with a bang” in search of something or someone they didn't understand...)) For us, the movie “Emmanuelle” never really ends, and the sun never sets on our sex life, which, of course, is what we all want...

My bitch turns me on in ways I can't even describe... Even when I come up with titles for our videos — whether they're solo or couple videos...

The thought that after the imminent release on the three main video portals (xhamster, xvideos, and pornhub), it will be playing on the minds of wankers (especially after my headlines and descriptions) literally drives me crazy; in a good way, of course... In general, the very possibility of practically stirring other people's brains with a teaspoon is extremely exciting. And with the help of my own wife (remember the chapter about “two people, but one flesh”)!))

Most likely, this acute desire—bordering on sexual arousal—to stir other people's brains with a spoon comes from the male thirst for fertilization. The average man would indeed (if it weren't for the institution of marriage, which, by the way, is falling apart at the seams in our time) gladly copulate with two or three different women every day, and it would be desirable for each sexual act to lead to conception, but... of course, without any further responsibility on his part...)) Yes, the vast majority of men are just such animals; in a word, males...

The thirst for fertilization is the main thing that we are made of! At the same time, in this case, it goes far beyond sex! All our scientific discoveries, all our books, all our films, and, in short, all our activities (that is, those that are truly exciting, not just a banal necessity) stem from this same thirst for fertilization of the world, especially everything related to war, feats, and... as sad and scary as it is, murder...

Of course, one could debate endlessly whether sex is symbolic murder or murder is the ultimate symbolic sex, but it is difficult to deny that in terms of stirring someone else's brains in someone else's skull with a spoon, these are undoubtedly related...

As a fundamentally peaceful person, I would, of course, prefer murder to be replaced by good, quality sex, but life shows that, to my great and sincere regret, many people, alas, hold a different opinion...

And I don't live the way God commanded my purely animalistic male nature to live... I don't fuck all the chicks I sometimes like... I don't cheat on my wife, just as she doesn't cheat on me... And I never cheated on my previous wives, not counting the prostitutes, of whom I didn't have that many in over 30 years of active sex life... On the contrary, unfortunately, Belka and I don't have any children together (but yes, of course, we gradually came to terms with it, even though we once wanted to), but between the two of us, we have four...))) And we are essentially only busy raising them...))

Now both of our older children (who, ironically, have the same names) are of legal age... My biological daughter is a first-year art student, and Belka's daughter is older and married.

That's how we live...)) My latest headline and description (I posted four new videos today alone, because that's a significant part of our “miserable” bread) translated into Russian sound like this: “Two lovens in one fucked-up pussy at once, or old whores know a thing or two about masturbation”))) Magical wet squirting mature slut!“ And the description: ”Mature chick masturbating with double penetration! My wife is a virtual whore, and I really like it, how about you? I'm proud of my cocksucker! You're the best, bitch! You're the best, my girl!")))

In English, however, it sounds more elegant and not so crude at all ...))) “Western partners” will appreciate it...

When the release takes place (in one to three days), they will think that they are just jerking off to a cool, albeit elderly, Russian woman, and in the end, they will “just” ejaculate...)))

And only I will know the harsh truth: in reality, my spoon is sticking out of their heads, with which I actually cut open their heads and, excuse me, please, “blew up their brains”...))) But yes, I agree, it's better for them not to know about it...)))))))))))) Just as it is better for all of us not to know whose specific special services are behind the explosions of the “Nord Stream”...)))



16. THE STATE AS THE POWER OF THE DULL AND UNATTRACTIVE OVER THE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED…))

Those who, like us, went to school in the now hopelessly distant 1980s, sometimes told the truth... For example, the truth about what the state actually is was stated with disarming candor: the state is the apparatus of the ruling class for suppressing the revolutionary activity of the masses.
First and foremost! Everything else is just insignificant nuances, important in certain aspects of this very suppression. How is the State defined now? I don't know for sure, but I suppose it's much more flowery. The pure truth is now consciously avoided. No one needs the pure truth anymore. And especially not the NAKED truth!))

If the truth is pure, it will be too vulnerable to criticism, and this calls into question the very possibility of the latter being called the truth. And if the truth is not only pure, but also, I repeat, naked, then millions of curious eyes may immediately see that one of the top officials of the state has a penis that is too short or testicles that are too funny and ridiculously wrinkled; that one of the top officials of the state has breasts like a spaniel's ears, which do not fit well with the unjustifiably haughty and authoritative face that everyone is used to seeing on television; another representative of the authorities, who already has a face that, as they say, you couldn't shit on in three days, also has some kind of indistinct appendage with a bizarre bow at the end instead of a dick, and someone else has three tits, or just one, and even that one resembling a rotten zucchini — and that's not counting the simply flabby freaks with no necks and three chins or the herring-like shrill idiots, who can only be described as “boards”...

This is the Truth that they want to present to us, if it is... NAKED...)))
And there are worlds, or let's say realms of existence, where everything is the opposite: where beautiful people are intelligent and talented, where a beautiful penis gently but convincingly enters, to mutual pleasure, the inviting mouth of a beautiful and also very witty woman.

There are realms of existence where a woman, having just literally stunned you with her wit, with her unconventional thinking and depth of erudition, slyly, but with full awareness that you also understand the value of her slyness, spreads her legs wide in front of you, literally rolls out her labia and winks at you with her most important “eye”... Maybe she is inviting you in, or maybe not — that's what love games are for!)) It all depends on how well you understood each other before... This is the World of Naked Truth! Yes, first of all, naked, and secondly — truth...))

On television, however, we see something completely opposite: a foul-smelling, aggressive substance covered by a thousand colorful clothes. I think we all know, unfortunately, what rotten cabbage smells like, for example.
The simple truth is that it is always naked, and if it is beautiful in its original form, then it is the Truth!

If something else, wanting to pass itself off as the Truth, is stripped naked, then its irredeemable ugliness, imperfection, and disfigurement will be revealed — that is, calling things by their proper names... Injustice.

The best clothing for Truth is Nakedness; the best clothing for Injustice is an abundance of modern fashion; ugliness, so to speak, for every taste...))
Where does the ever-growing, total, I would say, mass interest in porn come from these days, when the world seems to be finally going crazy, preoccupied exclusively with a complex intellectual struggle to create the most skillful and multifaceted lies?

The answer is obvious: the growing interest in porn is a craving for... Truth! This is a quality that, no matter how much they want to convince us otherwise, is still the strongest in us. The craving for Truth is the most important thing in a person!

People kill without hesitation for Truth (each according to their own ideas and preferences); people go to their deaths for Truth; People try to buy Truth with money or other forms of payment; they try to synthesize Truth in all kinds of alchemical laboratories, as if it were the Philosopher's Stone... When all these attempts, doomed to failure from the outset, end in fiasco, people seek the truth... in porn... And so it has always been.

If we analyze the history of humanity, we can easily see that surges of violence, evil, epidemics, wars, and other horrors have always coincided with surges of interest in porn and sex...

Today is clearly no exception, when the state is indisputably an apparatus that ensures the power of the ugly, stupid, talentless, cowardly, and weak over the beautiful, intelligent, talented, strong, and brave... Although, I hope everyone understands that this is not something to shout about in public in every square and on every street corner...))



17. «…AND LET'S TALK ABOUT CUNT AGAIN…» ))

Let's talk about the cunt again. Why does it attract us so much?)) Why is it so beautiful, especially when it seems to wink at us with its sly pink eye, unambiguously inviting us to enter? Its arches seem to open slightly, spreading upward and downward and then coquettishly rejoining in a fanciful flower shape—each one unique, like the shameless iris of eternally mischievous eyes...

It's as if the stove from the fairy tale about the “geese-swans” offers us its pie again and again, without telling us anything about the consequences of accepting such a treat...))) “Hide, hide inside me!” says Mother Stove. “I will hide you safely in my belly, no one will find you, for you yourself will lose yourself inside me until your next birth...” And again, Mother Stove shamelessly parts her lips and generously releases her pheromones from her “pipe”...

Everyone knows about the famous dichotomy of Love and Death. Far fewer people are aware of the connection between Death and Woman.
Translated from Hebrew, Khavah (also known as Eve in Christian tradition) means “Life”. 

But Life is inconceivable without its opposite. There are concepts that are scientifically called binary oppositions: fire/water, ice/flame, top/bottom, light/darkness, day/night, pain/bliss. The same is true of Life and Death. The appearance of Life in the world was simultaneously the arrival of Death.

God gave Adam Eve, but Eve brought Death into the world through the Fall and adultery with the Serpent. In essence, in a mystical and symbolic sense, the Serpent can be likened to the Phallus, and some Torah sages have pointed to this aspect; in essence, the first physical, carnal contact between Eve's Cunt and Adam's Serpent-Phallus can also be considered adultery with the Serpent.

After that, Death truly came into the world, but not simply and not so much as a terrible tragedy or catastrophe, but as the very fact of the instantaneous unfolding of the space-time continuum itself, which necessarily includes an endless chain of rebirths; Love and Death, entangled in a love knot forever, and all this, of course, would have been impossible without Khavah/Eve.

Adam's great Serpent-Phallus eternally copulates with Khavah's Ion-Cunt, which leads to the appearance (that is, the descent into matter) of new possessors of serpent-phalluses and ion-cunts...))

And here it is difficult not to pay attention to the differences between men and women and their natural and cosmic, if you will, goals. A man, the bearer of the Phallus, comes out of his Mother's Cunt, and, having grown up, again strives with all his heart for the Cunt... In essence, the circle of the Man's Cosmo-cycle is narrower than that of the Woman's Cosmo-cycle.

For a man, there is an exit from the Cunt, but also an entrance into the Cunt.
For a woman, the Cosmocycle seems to go beyond the limits of the observable universe: in the real world, women also come out of their mothers' pussies, but while striving for coitus, they also strive for timeless memories — for intercourse with the Primary and Eternal Serpent-Phallus, which gave birth to all subsequent cunts...))

Thus, Khavah is, as it were, Space itself; Space, in which our entire world unfolds with its endless and hopeless whirlwind of secondary phalluses and khavahs (let's call them that) of the second level. 

Sometimes it seems to me that what we are talking about now is the most important thing to talk about in our current “Khavah”... But it's as if they want to distract us from this all the time, resorting to every possible trick: socialism, fascism, war, Perestroika, revolution, quarantine, war again — the list could be endless, like that very “dark matter,” but the soul and heart still want some real light, the simple NAKED truth, that is, simply the TRUTH, because, as we recently discovered, it is always Naked, unlike the variety of clothes and carnival costumes of Injustice and Darkness...



18. ABOUT EVE'S SACRED VOID AND ADAM'S PHALLUS…))

Strictly speaking, humans have not always been ashamed of their own nakedness. If we consider not so much the mystical and religious aspect, but rather the naturalistic one, then perhaps the feeling of shame arose in humans as a kind of envy towards other species surrounding primitive humans, biological species, unlike humans, who possessed incomparably more abundant hair coverings, or even rich, fluffy fur coats...)) Thus, the poor, naked, and barefoot always feel somewhat self-conscious, to put it mildly, in the presence of some dandy dressed in the latest fashion.

If we turn to the sacred and mystical aspects, it is well known that shame and all the fuss about nudity arose only after the Fall, after the adultery with the Serpent; that is, the first sexual intercourse between Adam and Eve. It is likely that adultery with the Serpent became possible precisely because Adam's phallus comprehended the Nature of the Serpent within himself and, in fact, entered into the phase of the Serpent — that is, to put it in very simplified terms, the world's first erection occurred...))

The spiritual Adam did not immediately comprehend the nature of the Serpent within himself, but when he comprehended that very thing for which he was created, the Universe was born; that which we call Life, or Khavah (Eve), began, and only then did people acquire what is now called skin, leather clothing. But why did those who were before begin to cause feelings of shame in those who became after the “fall”? Did the former truth about themselves seem too naked to them, causing too much fear? And in general, how similar is Shame to Fear? After all, both Shame and Fear are, first and foremost, an acute feeling of vulnerability — this is what they have in common. Both Shame and Fear are an acute and painful anticipation of sudden Punishment, the nature of which, alas, is not for you, weak, poor, destitute, naked, and powerless, to determine.
At the same time, both shame and fear often cause sexual arousal. A man may feel a tingling sensation in his testicles and a sweet ache in the head of his penis, while a woman may experience considerable moisture in her crotch and a sweet wave of arousal rising from somewhere deep within her womb...

Nudity itself symbolically reproduces that Primary Adultery, when Adam's phallus first realized itself as the Serpent, and Eve realized herself as that Sacred Void of the World, in which all the events of the New World are about to unfold... And the Serpent enters the Void of the World, into Eve's Void, but since she is Void, he deliberately and with predetermined inevitability falls into his own mouth, and in fear — or perhaps in orgasm — begins to perform the Divine Dance of his own rings, alternately taking the form of the Great Ring, then the symbol of Infinity, that is... the Ring of the Twisted...

But only the very fact of Eve's existence allows the Serpent to remain itself, that is, Adam, for Eve is the Space in which Adam realizes his Immortal Soul; both in the stage of the Serpent and in any other, including all their descendants from Seth to Noah, from Noah to Abraham, from Abraham to Jacob, and from Jacob to Christ...

And you say, “boobs and pussies”...)))



19. ABOUT GROUP SEX & THE MALE PHALLIC ARMY…))


Let's talk about group sex...))

Why does it have such an exciting effect on most men? Perhaps it is the Battle of Matter against Emptiness, when phallic snakes unite their ranks, gathering into a merciless male army to fight against the discouraging, disarming, oppressive, and soul-chilling Emptiness of Life, the Void of Hawa/Eve, cold and cruel, and at the same time emphatically indifferent, the Void of the Cosmos? Perhaps...

The Male Phallic Army strives to fill all the holes of a single woman, for each of the men instinctively feels that the airlock chambers to the Super-Hawa are the holes of absolutely any woman. The vagina, mouth, and anal opening are viewed here precisely as channels of communication with the Eternal Hawa, and, in essence, this is undoubtedly a Mystical Act. Among other things, it is group sex that greatly excites women. At least, those who have found the strength to leave behind the unnecessary complexes formed in them, as a rule, in accordance with the modern form of the state, which stifles the sexual nature in a person in the name of ensuring a world order where the ugly and untalented rule over the beautiful and talented.

Women also seek, but only within themselves, that Eternal Hawa, which is Emptiness, which is also the Stage for the unfolding of the Mystery of Life, but each of them also subconsciously knows that only the Phallus-Serpent of Adam the Firstborn can open the floodgates.

In general, any sex—at least heterosexual sex—is always an attempt to enter the First Cosmos of First Intercourse for at least a few minutes, which is also Adultery, which is also First Copulation, which is also Sin, as the cause of the emergence of the current material world. And for this, a certain degree of Sacred Madness is necessary...))

And women really do fall into a kind of sacred ecstasy, a trance, when engaging in such sex... What happens to them during these acts cannot be put into words, and there is no need to do so given today's abundance of video material on the subject. Of course, the leading actresses of this genre in our time are such masters as Siren de Me, Veronica Avluev (her pseudonym is “vulva” read backwards))) and, of course, Simone Sonay and Dee Williams... All of them, of course, are “MILFs,” because we all need time to get where we need to go...)))
Take a look at these goddesses in the “gangbang” genre, and you'll realize that this is much more than just ordinary porn. This is pure mysticism. This is the naked truth...))

At some point, it seems as if the United Phallic Army has finally achieved victory, and its soldiers have managed to capture, catch, and conquer the Eternal Hawa, that is, to take possession of her Main, Her Emptiness, to make Her as material as Adam, but no...)))

That is why the ever-elusive Beauty of the Goddess of this world is such that the more you are sure that you have conquered her, the more you are actually conquered by her, conquered by her ephemerality, her Emptiness; an Emptiness that, by and large, you yourself are...

Oh yes, this is Love!)) And, of course, it is Eternal...



20. ABOUT THE SACRED EMPTINESS of WOMAN…))

From everything I have said in the last few chapters, I would by no means recommend jumping to conclusions that the relationship between Man and Woman is literally the relationship between Man and Emptiness, although there is some truth in this thesis. And Man-Adam finds himself here, perhaps, in an even more advantageous position, since Adam, being, like God, the Existing One, has the potential to interact with anything. Meanwhile, Eve, being by nature an incorporeal substance in which all the events of the world unfold, is deprived of the opportunity to interact with herself. She absolutely needs a Mediator, a Man, Adam, the Phallus-Serpent.

If we descend once again to our sinful earth, without any mystical or esoteric spacesuits, it is easy to see that men, in principle, find it easier to cope with stress, easier to extricate themselves in the so-called “last-ditch” format from some initially acute psychological impasse, and so on...

Women have a much harder time in this regard.

To some extent, the Woman- Khavah-Eve can be likened here to that infinite vacuum into which the so-called visible universe expands endlessly; the universe of stars, planets, nebulae, comets, and myriad other galaxies...

The void, I repeat, cannot know itself without an intermediary, but since the void is also Essence, the desire for self-knowledge is as inherent to it as it is to everything that realizes itself as “I am,” “ego sum,” that is, “I exist”...
In mathematical terms, this can be expressed as follows: Khavah is the universe where there is only Zero... This is the very Point Before Being, which preceded the Big Bang, and only when the Fall, the Original Adultery (in the Abrahamic tradition), occurs, is the New Cosmos born, and Zero- Khavah becomes accessible to itself for self-awareness only by giving birth to the infinity of a new numerical series. There is not and cannot be any Battle between Man and Woman, between Kali and Shiva, between Adam and Eve. Between them there is only Dance... The Great Dance of the World's Love for Itself and a purely virtual game, as if it, the world, were divided into male and female...

Webcams are about the same thing, as funny as it may seem at first glance. 
There is only Game and Dance, Dance and Game, and nothing else... There is only Dance and Play; the eternal and tireless solo dance of the Serpent on the stage, whose name is... Khavah... That is... Life...

But if some of the sons of Adam can still conceive of this idea in some form, even if only in the form of delirium, it is much more difficult for the daughters of Khavah to do so, which is easy to understand...

The world is Khavah, but Khavah is not only Life, but also Death, just as the Cunt is the organ through which we come into the world, and into which we throw our seeds, and it is also the grave into which our old snake skin is buried when, having played its great symphony in the world, it is no longer needed...

Long live Khavah! 
Long live Life!
Yes, Death!..)))



21. RULES for TRAINING MATURE WOMEN & STANISLAV GROF's BASIC PERINATAL MATRICES…))

“Good afternoon, Beautiful Lady!” I write in a private message to one of the models in the 45+ category. “Would you be willing to be an obedient toy in the hands of a young scoundrel for a while? Of course, in a completely private chat and within reason?”

I wait for a while... Usually not long.

“?????????,” they reply with lots of inviting smileys and emojis, or something like “m-m-mmmm,” also with smileys, apparently depicting some kind of inviting, extremely interested springtime cat purr.

At this point, you need to wait about a minute and tip appropriately for the 3-5 second vibration of the Lovens in the Beautiful Lady's pussy. After that, you need to start chatting again... with more detailed requests.

“You'll need to strike the poses I tell you to, you'll definitely need a dildo, and, in short, you'll need to be obedient. Oh, and by the way, have you heard of the game ‘start-stop’?”

“Start-stop... What's that?” one of them asks.

“Start-stop? Sounds familiar...” another one teases, trying to score points.
“Start-stop? Well, I guess ‘start’ means to do something, and ‘stop’ means not to do something?” the third one shows off her amazing powers of deduction.

“Are you ready?” I ask and send another short vibration to her crotch. After that, a signal sounds to switch to a private chat...

“Hi...” I say.

“Hi...” smiles the Beautiful Lady, who, according to legend, is old enough to be my mother.

“Let's switch to ‘you’, baby...”

She immediately puts on an embarrassed smile and nods obediently...

“Please put your hands behind your back and spread your legs wider... No need to undress yet... Tell me about yourself...”



Nobel laureate Stanislav Grof derives psycho-emotional fixation with a mandatory sexual emphasis on binding or other methods of forced immobilization (known in science as “sensory deprivation”) from what he calls the “basic perinatal matrix No. 3”...

After the horrors of the so-called “Prague Spring” of 1968, Grof miraculously escaped from the shackles of the socialist camp and emigrated to the United States, where he became famous for his experiments with hypnosis using LSD, which was fashionable in every respect at the time. During these experiments, he managed to immerse his patients in areas of human memory that seemed forever closed, where our memories of our own feelings during the process of our own birth are stored; some were even able to immerse themselves in a blissful, heavenly state immediately preceding birth, reminiscent of the original oceanic bliss of the undivided world of I and not-I, when we are still essentially one with the amniotic waters of our own mothers' wombs…



– Okay, now quickly undress and return to the same position, mommy! Spread your legs as wide as possible and put your hands behind your back! (Be gentle, yes: hands, legs, mommy, but... already in the imperative mood...)



According to Grof, the so-called “basic perinatal matrix No. 3” is as follows: after the blissful state of Maximum Harmonious Unity of the Internal and External – the longest BPM, lasting almost the entire period of pregnancy – and magical bathing in one's own (since the Tragic Separation into “I” and “not-I” has not yet occurred) amniotic fluid, and after the Mother first reveals herself in all her Severity—BPM-2—(that is, when contractions begin and the baby, having just realized the horror of the Division of the world into I and not-I, finds itself literally between a rock and a hard place, since the cervix is not yet dilated, the door to the birth canal is still locked, and there is no turning back, just as there is no longer the Great Kind Ocean of amniotic fluid), — and finally the BPM-3 phase begins — a terrifying journey through the mole hole of the birth canal into the so-called white light...

All these BPMs leave different marks on the souls of those born; in some, the horror of the BMP-2 (between a rock and a hard place) remains subconsciously forever, that is, the acute need to move when there is no possibility of doing so; in others, the horror of passing through the birth canal remains forever, during which, contrary to the hackneyed expression “mother's pain,” the fetus experiences incomparably more torment and pain than the mother. That is why when any of us are told something like “I gave birth to you in agony, and you...” as children, any of us, in principle, has every moral right to say “don't compare apples and oranges, dear mommy...”)))



– Here's what we'll do next... First, please move the dildo to your anus... When I say “START,” you caress yourself with the dildo, and when I say “STOP,” put the dildo in your mouth and your hands behind your back again. Do you understand me, bitch?!.

The beautiful lady in her 45+ years, with a mysterious smile that hints at her enthusiasm for this new game, nods...

"In the meantime, suck the dildo and caress your nipples, my slut... You may...))



Or perhaps deriving sexual pleasure from one's own restraint and immobility is indirectly related to BPM-1; with the desire to at least playfully repeat the state of the world's undividedness into I and not-I, and it is precisely the rejection of one's own I in favor of Higher Harmony that is the main motive here — or is it a complex symbiosis of the Primordial Ocean and the maelstrom of ancestral paths…

– START!
A dildo obediently enters the mature Beautiful Lady's cunty...

– Faster! Slower! Faster again! – I need some time to understand how a lady's cunt reacts to her own masturbation. And it doesn't matter how sincere she is, how much she plays along with me – because in any case, for both of us, it's just a game...))

– STOP!

She obediently takes the dildo in her mouth and puts her hands behind her back. Some try to put only one hand behind their back, while continuing to rub their insatiable clitoris with the other...))

– Hands off the clitoris! – I joke.

She obeys, blushing, smiling, without letting the dildo out of her mouth... This deserves encouragement. I turn on the anal vibration for 10 seconds. The particularly talented ones arch their backs, their breasts rise, and their legs move almost chaotically and reflexively, sliding apart and coming back together again.

Yes, it's no secret that some models use two Lovens at once: one that is activated and connected to vibrations is placed out of sight, and the “dummy” is inserted inside. But, as you understand, this is always easy to check.

“Do you know how to dirty talk?”

“Dirty talk?” the more experienced ones immediately translate into Russian, “Of course...”

“Do you like being my slut?”))

And then they start saying things like that! As if every woman in the world were literally created for select foul language, and not at all for all those social roles that society is increasingly trying in vain to impose on them — whether conventionally traditional or conventionally liberal...

Why does it come so sincerely and talentedly to almost all of them? Oh my God, this is another one of your Mysteries...)))

“Thank you,” they write to me in a private message at the end of the private lesson, “it was my best private lesson ever here. I really enjoyed it! Come again! I'll be waiting...”

“Definitely...” I reply, and never come again...



22. ABOUT “SERIOUS” & “UNSERIOUS” IN THE CONTEXT of HOMEMADE PORN…))

…Once upon a time, I was a writer, once upon a time, I was a composer. For almost ten years, I found myself teaching Russian language and literature, and even rock ensemble; I worked in journalism, as a music critic for a respected intellectual weekly, much to the delight of the professors at the Moscow Conservatory, whose abstruse books I reviewed with a passion; I worked in television, and for about a year I was one of three cynics who wrote questions for the game show “The Weakest Link,” many of which proved to be the final insurmountable obstacle for those whom the merciless Maria Kiseleva expelled from the set in disgrace, forever branding the unfortunate with her sacramental “You are the weakest link! Goodbye!”))

My wife lived in a small Ukrainian town and immediately after school she decided to study to become a director of cultural events. But she had a very difficult relationship with her mother, and instead of studying, she ran away to marry a Hungarian farmer, of whom there are many in southern Ukraine, who worked part-time as a drummer in wedding bands. She didn't become an actress or a director. Gradually, her Hungarian husband became boring...

She was tossed from one extreme to another, from being a fairly successful manager of a large household appliance store to being a freelance knitter of dresses and hats. That is, just as I was tossed from one thing to another, until one day we met, finding ourselves on opposite sides of the screen of the Runetki portal.

I was there to relieve stress, and she... She was there, according to her, simply working to feed her young daughter, already from her third husband, and to at least have something to eat herself sometimes.

From the moment we first met, I wanted to stay with her forever, but it was impossible: I was married (for the third time) and we had two children; my wife was a heavy drinker, so caring for the children fell mainly on my shoulders.

For a while, I visited her quite often to “de-stress,” but in the end, real life drove us apart. At first, I stopped visiting, feeling a strong urge to avoid the possibility of a virtual relationship turning into a real one, which I had ruled out on principle (I had already been burned by this once before). and then she left too, because she got tired of working as a “runetka,” and she even tried to move to her sister's place in Moscow, my hometown, for a short time, and for a while she worked very close to me, in the nearest furniture store, but we didn't meet there, and even if we had, we wouldn't have recognized each other.

She already knew a lot about my sexual habits, but she didn't know me by sight, and I only knew her by the glamorous mask she painted for herself with the talent of a truly Great Actress and Priestess of Love before going on her virtual Stage, while in real life she was fundamentally different from her stage image...

A couple more years passed. Nothing worked out for her in Moscow, and she returned to her small Azov homeland, while my wife died, leaving me completely alone with two children and without much help from grandparents.

We were both under tremendous stress, and one day we just decided to shoot it using a familiar, proven method, although we were still on opposite sides of the monitor. She returned to webcamming—her Inner Actress was really tired of selling furniture—and I also returned to webcamming, now as a widower who had been screwed over by life.

Some sluts entertained me quite well for my money, I never went back to any of them twice and didn't abuse my trips to the World Public House too much, because, for obvious reasons, a widower had to be constantly economizing. But then suddenly...

In short, one day I saw Her again, and it was like a flash, like a fat, super-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 webcams...))

Well, friends...)) And you already know what happened next. Yes, Belka did become an actress after all; yes, I still haven't stopped being a musician, and we even have our own separate music project, “Aimee Hot MILF,” which, frankly speaking, is listened to by significantly more people than all my previous music projects combined, and the total number of views of our videos has long exceeded hundreds of millions.

Yes, we live in a world where nothing can be taken seriously; a world where sincerity, if it exists at all, is found only in casual sex, while love destroys sincerity because of the eternal desire to present oneself in the best light to others.

Yes, we live in a world where Art, Literature, and Education are almost completely devalued, but... we still live here and... we love each other...
As sincerely as each of us can, but the desire for self-improvement still burns within us...)) And the millions who watch our videos, listen to our songs, and give us those famous likes also love us, and through their love for the Ancient Dance that we dance for them—always as sincerely as possible—they begin to love themselves and those around them, that is, their loved ones, at least a little bit more...

Someone might now make a snobbish, know-it-all face and say, “But this is just porn! What about ‘serious’ movies? What about ‘serious’ poetry? What about ‘serious’ songs?”

Well, that's just how it is, dear people...)))

Today, there are more than enough “serious” songs without us...

For every taste! One worse than the other!)))



The END


April 29, 2021 – November 16, 2022, Moscow. 



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