Socialism Smut

Elfriede stood alone in center of cold room, shivering. The door opened. It was Kriviev.

"I did not know," said Kriviev. He always knew.

"I am all but forgiveness," said Elfriede.

Kriviev stepped in and closed door behind him. Went over to Elfriede with gusto and touched cold skin with colder hand. "I don't think that."

"Think harder," said Elfriede. She stared at him with eyes of youth, but body of pain.

Kriviev destinationed over to record player. He inserted an amount of tokens and selected a melody. The melody played. Only could afford Locrian mode.

"You can only ever always only afford Locrian mode," said Elfriede.

Kriviev did not reply but instead did in fact a removal of pants. Elfriede sighed a body sigh, then took off brassiere A, and finally, brassiere B.

"You look venerable," said Kriviev.

Elfriede raised side of upper lip. Was how she smiled. "You have always ways with syntax."

Kriviev went and took hand of Elfriede and brought body of Elfriede to sleeping corner. She rested down upon single sheet. Kriviev collapsed on top of her with a bear's strength. He rubbed pelvis upon hers over and over. Neither people removed her pants. Was too cold, also baby not affordable.

When ejaculation of man, Kriviev rise and exit. Single tear of Elfriede not visible in dark light.