When you least expect it. When
just do not think about it. And when you dare
winning unexpectedly.
The charm of the things that happen spontaneously, without ulterior motives.
And you feel walking in chest swollen, bloated feeling that overflow of the fire in his veins.
The energy that permeates you and that makes you fly and never make you crash.
not to come, I was assured that there would not make it.
me I heard them I planted those blue eyes on me the day before, when he spoke timid about everything and nothing, even though the message was clear: that smile was not lying, that hair screaming scarlet desire to let go.
It was submitted by surprise, when my defenses were down.
Just when my head was spinning already after the first beer, because I knew it that night to find serenity in spite of the many people known to oleare inhibitions and let go, surpassing every word, every gesture.
When you put in front of me, piercing eyes, was stored with smiles, I spoke with the entire body. And I do not let up for a moment.
The second beer was in my hands, the lights gave rhythm to the music.
colorless background in a river full of tattoos and faded eyes.
There were others, the talk among the hotels, boring.
Among those others who Shagged Me, but you and I already felt the taste of the skin of the other.
However, the only contact was the glass, naively accepted. As a gesture
was granted, but full of meaning.
Especially when changing hands. With small strokes.
The rhythms were getting louder but more and more silent.
"I go to the bathroom but did not disappear" I tell her ear Having danced with weightless, minutes that took away our real time to communicate.
"Even I have to go," she says, then opening your mouth slightly as if to add something. But without doing so.
He always went in pairs with his girlfriend.
"Do not spring for a moment, eh?"
"Unfortunately not," he said.
"I want to kiss you," ventured the fifth beer but perfectly master.
Dare to achieve.
surprises for cause. Exchanging
beer touching your fingers.
speaks to rubbing her arm. Look
fondling her feet. Faced
standing among a thousand eyes, you know, the pace that never tires, the music that makes you scream in your ears, the pit of sweaty bodies moving talking sex.
"Me too," he said with his mouth and eyes.
Power.
ancestral power of the male, who guides and leads, which inexorably draws its prey into the trap. Error-free, step by step, Peipus the doors to avoid going backwards. That
trap due to the myriad of messages does not come in and makes her escape.
Without forcing it, but making them want to be kidnapped.
kidnapped and held.
"I do not see your friend, we try?".
"Sure, let's go."
I follow, I put my hand on the side and shake. She slows down: "There is not even here."
"Let's go even further, "I say firmly seizing the belt from behind to let her know that I possess. It feels tight basin, merges, closing his eyes and sighing when my lips on his neck write dizziness soft. E 'arms and did not escape.
May I ask what I want because that's what dying to do.
Kisses sweet and beautiful. Exciting. Exploring the soul sobs.
Chills salted, emotional, hormonal discussions.
That body gave up the my mercy. Used but not abused.
My body at its disposal, for his pigs comfortable.
The minutes pass, as we were teenagers, distracted from one another, but without knowing in sync.
Bello, free, powerful.
Finally back in elegant society. Palpate the front of the others, without being seen. Accomplice
the dark. Cunning accomplice.
a cold shiver.
The feeling of warmth that only those who are horny inside can try.
the leave of absence, longing for the act, on his knees for a slow orgasm.
A spontaneous play, without rules, but surprisingly run as one because here the rules are not necessary.
A whisper in the ear by a discussion between several people, a witness dell'arsura threat: "Stop or I will not stop."
"I stop, but does not end here."
Respect and lust. Five of
morning. Several beers. Everything is under control, except the head turning, the hands that move by themselves, the words that come without a blush, the erection wind that is not ashamed in the dark and his incessant explore.
Felice. Free.
Free as I was. I
of inches of air under your feet, now I pull the handle of the door and go outside to prepare for what's to come.
