Pretty russian women

It seemed  that russian women had nothing more to say to her. Nothing more to say. Connie went slowly home, realizing the depth of the new things that were born in it. It suddenly came to life another woman who is soft and warm burning in its guts, in her womb, and that another woman loved him. Russian women loved him, that she gave way to move your knees. She is now alive in her womb, and inwards, and the bases were defensive - adoring him - as the most naive woman. - "It's like a child - she said to herself. - I feel like the child in me." And so it was, as if her womb, which will always remain private - revealed now filled with new life, almost a burden, but a sweet burden. "If I had a baby! - She thought. - If I could have it in me like a baby!" And its members are faint at the thought, and she saw a huge difference: to have a baby for herself, or have a child by a person who loves all guts, all the womb. The first seemed quite ordinary, but to have a child of the person to whom all adored and dragged inside - it made her feel completely different than before, as though she was plunged deep, deep in the center of the feminine, in the beginning of all things .And new for it was not passion, but it is reverent adoration. She knew that she was always afraid of him, for admiration made her helpless, she was still afraid, afraid that if you love it too - then lose yourself, its me, but she did not want to be like a slave-savage. She did not want to be a slave. She feared her adoration, but could not and would not immediately deal with it. She knew she could beat him. It was a hell of a strong will that could crush her deep admiration for him. She could do it - even now - or so she thought. And then it could lead to his passion of their own volition. Oh, yes! be passionate, as Bacchante! Race through the forest as a russian women, a bright and appealing to the phallus, which had no personality, but it was just a servant of God, for a woman! And let it not interfere with people. It could be just a servant of the church, the bearer and keeper of the phallus, woman owned. And in the wake of a new tide - the old old, fierce passion burned in it, and the man fell to a contemptible object - was only the bearer of the phallus - and after its function has been performed, it can be broken into pieces. She felt in her body by Bacchantes - radiant and triumphant woman, awakening the male. But her heart was sad.