They all tell that they get there because of the "call of the wild" many of them, however, are driven only by financial reasons: you don't have to pay bills for electricity or other maintenance costs in Valea Rasnoavei, a fact that explains why almost all the campers come from the poor districts of the surrounding towns. Some of them stay there for months, living in tents and trailers. The campers begin to gather in Valea Rasnoavei at the beginning of june. There is no village and not a house around there is only a narrow road, the DN 14, connecting Predeal to Bran, that traverses the valley from east to west. The valley lies between the Bucegi and the Postavaru mountains and, since the nineties, it became re-known as a good camping place for those who want to escape the city hullabaloo. To the north of the Bucegi Mountains range there is an isolated valley, known as Valea Rasnoavei. (wild situation, wild talking, brutal and violent, bloody and the rest - don´t read it if you have a faint heart) I`ve been there, I tell you, when Nootza let a last, gurgling breath, coughing blood and drool all around as her muscular legs fell apart, exposing her messed cunt.
I`ve been there when the nameless Nubian had her teeth sunk deep in Nootza`s throat, tearing flesh and cartilages and veins while pinning her ass to the ground by holding her pube with an iron hand!
I forgot them, since I bought others and others, fixing them up, transforming them in the good merchandise that brought me treasures from all the patricians who happened to be my clients.Īnd I`ve been there, years later, when Nootza, the redhead Scythian, and the Nubian nameless woman met again in a peristylum, claws raised, circling each other, eyes throwing glares. I`ve been there, I bought both bitches, I fed them and I worked them in the palestra and then I sold them. I`ve been there when Naoumos, the Greek, brought a savage skinny woman from the Nubian mountains - I`ve been there, I tell you, when she showed teeth to all the passers-by! I`ve been there too, I swear to you! I`ve been there when Nootza, the redhead Scythian, disembarked, chained and wild, spitting around and clawing like a she-tiger. Oh, yes, I have this fetish, I swear to God I have it, no use to deny.Īnd, why deny it? It`s part of me, it`s part of Commodus, Rudrah, and the well known Seneca, the very one, the one that saw the real fights in his time, not in the Coliseum, presumably, but in the slumps of Rome, in the backyards of Ostia, where the Phoenician ships brought African slaves, servants from Arabia Felix and women riders from the far east steppes.
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