Sex with the dragon. The Giant Phallus

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In the summer I rented a country house. I did not have a car and I got there by train. Sometimes business was detained in the city late and I only managed the last. Here and today I sit in the train of the last electric train and turn over the log. Outside, the window is dark for a long time, and lighted houses and villages are occasionally carried by. I need nature very badly, especially in the summer. Fresh air, forest, river, literally drink me new strength. Walk in the fields, ride a bike, meet the sunrise with a fishing rod on the lake, which can be better. Usually I got up early in the morning, jogged, bathed in cold river water. Then he took a cup of coffee and sat down to write. I wrote and wrote. I wrote a historical novel. The working title of the novel was “A Bonfire in the Forest” and he narrated about a village sorceress who, despite persecution, saved lives.

– Who are you?

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In the city, I also saw women very similar to Tamara. Why does she see me all? Maybe because I think about her. Yes, our familiarity is not called ordinary. At night, I dreamed of Tamara. It’s like we’re sitting with her in a posh restaurant and I’m inviting her to a dance. We waltz in the center of the hall, everyone is looking at us. Tamara in a beautiful blue dress with a large neckline on her chest. And I, I’m completely naked. The woman cuddles up to me, I have an erection. I’m ashamed, but we continue to dance.

– Who are you?

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