Peter Stone - the BEST BITCH on the NET (29)

Please note! This book has been translated into English using automatic translation software. However, if anyone would like to help us with a professional translation, we would be extremely grateful...))

From the original annotation: Originality of judgement and bold statements bordering on madness, with sincere contempt for the instinct of self-preservation; sharp erotic scenes bordering on the permissible; masterful juggling of social memes bordering on the absurd; great as funny and funny as great — you will find all this in Peter Stone's (Piotr Kamen' in Russian) truly multifaceted new book, aimed at a wide range of free-thinking adult readers of both sexes.
Not recommended for reading by uneducated people with unstable mental health...))

Briefly about the author: Peter Stone (Pyotr Kamen' in Russian) (born 1973) is a writer, composer-arranger, and sound engineer. He is the husband and producer of web model, porn actress, and singer Aimee Hot MILF (aka AimeeParadise).

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Stalin, Laozi, and webcam...))

I love alone rangers,
which I am myself,
and I would shoot all successful managers,
fuck them... ))

Automatic translation by AI with rhymes preserved, but slight distortion of meaning...))

I love alone rangers,
As I myself appear,
But all those successful managers
I'd shoot to hell, right here... ))

Original poem in Russian...

Я люблю элоун ренджеров,
каковым являюсь сам,
а успешных всяких менеджеров
я б расстреливал, к ебеням… ))

“I understand you to some extent, Wie-the-Poo...” said Rabbit. "We all sometimes want to arrange everything as if it were a playing field where we feel particularly strong, and that is the Universe. As if it were not just one of many possible games, but the True Reality, given in sensations to everyone. For example, comedy show hosts want to convince us that the whole world is “giggles and laughs,” cooking show hosts want us to believe that the whole world is, first and foremost, the process of consuming food, and the Warlike Gopher wants to present everything as if the main thing in life is love for the Motherland and the grandiose battle between the Beaver and the Goat, although deep down he does all this only to amuse his old but still fuckable dick, in the broadest sense of the word, of course... But... none of us are really right... Maybe that's why we are born into this world, so that in the course of our lives we become completely disillusioned with it and leave for a better world without unnecessary regrets and sniveling... - and the Rabbit smiled affectionately.
- Well, yes. I guess so, Reb... – agreed Wie-the-Poo, – So what do you think is the way out of this?
– There's only one way out... You know where... There... You've read "The Little Prince", I hope? Everything is explained there in a very accessible way... – Rabbit smiled again, as mysteriously as he was enlightened. “Another question,” he continued after a short pause, “is this solution even necessary?” And he smiled again.
“Ha-ha!” Wie-the-Poo seemed to appreciate the flight of his thoughts. “Tell me, my friend, when was the last time you fucked your Ke?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Rabbit was confused. “Well, yes, she's slowly reaching menopause, her libido is fading, and I don't want to impose myself on her. Maybe, hell knows, my libido is gradually fading too, but what the fuck, actually? What's the question?”
“Nothing, nothing at all... There's no question, and no way out, you know that...” Wie-the-Poo smiled.
“I know...” Rabbit smiled.
“So, shall we go to the store?” Wie-the-Poo asked.
“Hmm, you know, I think so!” Rabbit agreed...

Nadyukha had been drinking for three days, barricaded in the apartment we had rented, supposedly for work. The famous operation had been going on for three months. It's hard for me to control myself when my crazy (in both the good and bad sense) girlfriend goes off the rails... So, when I woke up in the morning and saw that she was still not home, the first thing I did was pour myself a drink. When the second bottle of vodka was already half empty, which happened around five in the evening, I realized it was time to act. More precisely, the vodka very convincingly impressed this idea on me...
I explained the situation to my eldest daughter, told her I was going to the hospital, showed her what to have for dinner, and went to “surrender” to the drug treatment center...
There, as I expected, they immediately took my cell phone and put me on an IV. For two days, all my loved ones lost sight of me — someone who, without false modesty, was always responsible for everything — which was, in fact, the “cunning” plan of my special force operation... I don't remember exactly now, but apparently at that moment I imagined myself to be no less than Stalin, who left for his country house as soon as he learned of the outbreak of war with Nazi Germany... )) Among other things, I also remembered “action in inaction,” according to Laozi's concept... ))
Two days later, I was naturally discovered and, thanks to the protection of my older cousin, a very influential person in the medical world, I was transferred to the “enhanced comfort ward” at the Serbsky Institute, where Nadyukha was also placed after my discharge... After many years of all my family and domestic troubles, a three-week course of treatment, without any babys or animals, seemed to me literally like a stay in Paradise... ))

“Well, something like that, Holly... That's just how our world works..”. Wie-the-Poo smiled. “Instead of realizing how fucked up the world order itself is and doing something about it, society prefers to simply label those who find themselves in a difficult situation—through no fault of their own, by the way, which is especially important—as sick or weak...
“That's right!” Hold-me chuckled. “Why the fuck admit your own guilt when you can blame someone else! It's somehow even, um, unprofitable...” She laughed again.
“Yeah, and impractical!” Wie-the-Poo smiled too...
“I think that's right, my dear Wie-the-Poo! No wonder they say that the offended carry water!” The sly panda giggled again and, as if inviting “Bear Dick” to a different kind of conversation, innocently bared her breasts...

Veronica Avluv
The sweet torment of Saint Veronica-2...

The unrivaled BDSM Master Matt Williams tortures our beautiful and very brave girl Veronica A…v with sophistication, just like Prometheus's evil eagle.
Bondage, wet wrapping, throat fucking, anal, hard fisting, fuck machine, nipple torture with clamps, and in general, simply no respect for women, which the latter is delighted with, completely surrendering to her animal passion... And animal passion does not tolerate idiotic human etiquette and harshly and CONSCIOUSLY (oh, what a stupid word, so beloved by shit-spewing bloggers from the Russian hinterlands!) opposes it... )) Either you're a lady in the living room, or you're really enjoying yourself! )) One of the two... ))
The interviews before and after the submissive session deserve special attention...
Yes, I've always said that Veronica is not just a cool, sexy chick, but also a really smart person... )) Yes, this is rare, but it does happen sometimes...

To be continued...

If you are interested in this book and you can read Russian, we are happy to inform you that this book has been published in Russian and can easily be found in any search engine by entering the query "Пётр Камень Лучшая Чика Сети"...))