So how come and gone.
again. Far
.
As if the show was over, the empty stage, the excitement faded. She
. That time I had
given. Reborn from the ashes. Value to new things, finance trivial, but real and necessary.
And now she's gone away, even if she knows will come back.
The last meal was also boring, granted.
Had it not been for that nasty look, if I did not know what we could do the nymphomaniac, I would really doubt remained.
coitus interruptus. Why
after going on a tangent, back on earth, heaven topped with flashes of mischief, has disappeared again.
Yet it seems to me that sexual intercourse was interrupted and never finished.
I may be nostalgic, but I get the impression that there is more to say.
Usually I'm not mistaken. In all cases I
miss my Skianto.
That insatiable desire for cock. The look that speaks without sound. The magnetic smile.
I want her, his smell, his warmth.
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