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Vibration literary confidences epidermal

A candle, a pen, ink ... Not paper. You. Nu. Tonight, on your skin, I'll write the words.

The word "love", I will write it in the palm of your neck, where I buried my head in the evening or morning storm gray ...

on your shoulders, I let the ink to reveal your skin disorder that seizes me every time that my kisses stray there. I will write also my weakness when you're not near me to protect me ... maybe dare I also write the bite that so often ... I represses

The outline of your back will be marked by enthusiasm and passion, the very ones that you inspire me when you take me and who sometimes leave their mark, the trace of my nails into your flesh ...

The word "caress," I tattoo in your palms open, so you never forget what they were doing. For always, remember they have the shape of my breasts, my hips, my sex ... So you never forget the thrill you can do when you touch me born ...

the middle of your kidneys, I write to the vice, sins unspoken ... I will write the name of all those I loved and that you make me forget when your kidneys are growing, undulate. When I enjoy, attached to your pool that pitches ...

I confide in your butt I envy you to do mine ... blush

In the hollow of your armpit until inside elbow, write "serenity", since there is nowhere in the world where I do feel better in your arms ...

I will write on your chest that I need t hear enjoy again and again ... I will write the violence of my desire for you.

Maybe I overflow lowest confide my sorrow to your skin when you do not touch me ... On your belly, I will abandon my will and will beg you: "Fuck Me" ...

On

iliac terrain from top to bottom, from hip to sex, write the moisture that comes between my legs when I see you naked. I will write my desires of lust ... my calligraphy will be finer for you as I want to give you ...

Finally, my pen ink held a ribbon around your sex, that you don ' never forget the image of my lips open and slide along your cock ...

Then I will introduce the pen ...

Sweeper For Basketball

I pushed the door the library. Immediately, the atmosphere special place grabbed me. I always felt like home here. As if the calm that reigned in this place had the power to calm my storms. The special light because at once so sweet and so strong ... I often went. To read. To write, too. Sometimes I'd just listen to the muffled silence. Filling my lungs and head of the smell of books ... The smell of the culture, know ...

I looked for you. "Meet me at the library," you had me say ... I made the quick turn, but do you live anywhere hand. Maybe you did not yet arrived. I sat, as I usually near large windows ... So I see you coming. A small vibration noise from my handbag caught my attention. I slipped my hand inside to come out my cell phone vibrated to tell me that I had received a text message: "M826b.

I smile ... You gave me an appointment within? I got up and walked towards the shelves. Row of M. .. Nobody ... I looked for the book ... On the cover of a naked woman lying on her back, a wolf in the hand ... Headband . Certainly, you always surprise me.

A piece of paper sticking out. Intrigued, I opened the book. I recognized your handwriting. "Returns sit near the window, and let yourself be lulled by the words ... I chose this passage because I know it will please you ... "

Blushing, I crossed again the rays, then the series of leather chairs. My book in hand, the cover resting on my chest to hide from view the many people who sometimes took up the nose when I passed them, I felt it was written in my head that my choice of reading was erotic. I say we should have known that I had ulterior thoughts ... Every look at me reminded me that I am a sexual being, a being with desires, be a vice ... I was ashamed. A delicious shame. The question that I would devote myself to this vice in a public place, before all these people ... I was going to read and be excited by words, by history, then, before this man who looked me pass him ... I was ashamed, because I felt my privacy already in turmoil, although I had not even begun to read what you had chosen for me ...

I returned to my chair, crossed his legs and opened the book ... The selected scene described the antics of a young woman with her lover because she has never seen wearing a blindfold ... In the margin notes, handwritten ... Your writing ... "I take you well, you know ... as vulnerable Sharpen your senses ... I band ..." I assured my grip on the book, as if it was the only thing that I could hang to reality ... I devoured the words, red with shame, confusion, excitement but also ...

More than the scene described in the novel, your thoughts, your words troubled me for me ... " I know you like ... What you wet ... I'm sure with you, I could smell your desire ... That you have to be beautiful and abandoned ... "

In the margin, suddenly a strange inscription ... "Slide your hand under the seat." I looked up to see if anyone saw me. The nice man who was reading the newspaper and smiled at me, just now, when I walked past him to sit back looked at me briefly before me a little smile and caring back into his reading.

I bent down to put my hand under the chair ... I groped for a moment, then finally hit my hand a small box. I stretched to grab it. Discreetly, I went up to put it on my thighs. Look around. Nobody looked at me, but it seemed that the man was smiling ... Maybe I attributed it to him that smile for me since I found him absolutely charming ...

I lifted the lid. Tissue paper. I opened it. Wrinkling. A small cardboard box. Your calligraphy, yet ... "Put it . There. Now. " I lifted the small box to discover a beautiful object. Smooth. Ovoid. I was going to put my fingers on the object when it began to vibrate. Surprise, frightened that someone has to say, I swiftly returned the lid on the box that I tried as best they could to hide ...

My phone vibrated. Another text message: " Put it go ... I'm watching you ..." What? You were there all this time? I looked around me, but my phone vibrated again. " Do not look for me for nothing, you will not find me. Come on, put it, I do not ask you again. " Either you were there and spy on me, either any way you'd see me ...

I put my bag on my lap. This tiny piece of leather he succeed in concealing what I was going to do? Because I knew full well you would not have allowed me to go to the bathroom. I writhed in my seat quietly, to make up my skirt up over my thighs. Discreetly, I made up the fabric of my clothes very high up above the bottom. My hand brushed against the lace of my thong. With one finger, I parted enough to allow the subject to pass.

It was cold, warm on my lips. I closed my eyes for a split second, for a taste of the indecency of the situation. I was at the library, a hand under her skirt, trying to penetrate an egg vibrating between my lips ... I thoroughly moistened.

Vibration. Telephone, yet ... "Take your reading now ..." I took the book that lay on my lap. The young woman was making love with her lover. You had written in the margin. "I blinds like that, too. I still own you more closely. The blind eyes, you'll lock you up inside you and you feel every inch my tail you penetrate, like that of the man who forces the young woman's ass ... "

Vibration ... I had to concentrate very hard not to enjoy right away ... I had let slip a little only, because this time, I was certain, the man sitting in the chair, there, close by, smile ... When I met the blue of his eyes, another shock was felt ...

support his eyes ... Do not let it show of excitement, orgasm that threatened to carry me ...

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Two Moon Junction ...

I was lying in a small room lighting carefully screened, his body wrapped in a soft terry towel tied loosely over my breasts. Music gentle and relaxing invited me to dream. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

A young woman came and introduced himself. She sat beside me and took my right hand, she gently exfoliation to apply a moisturizer ... "You have very soft hands," she said ... Her voice was air. His fingers brushed the little bump on my middle finger, visible sign of many hours spent writing ... "You write a lot?" I answered vaguely ... She was penetrating cream that gently perfumed the room with a perfume plant. Her slender fingers caressed my skin and I felt my own to relax under his able pressures. One moment, my fingers lost the indolence that suits this kind of situation to stroke his own ... It seemed so natural that I did not realized immediately what I was doing ... When I realized, I opened my eyes a bit worried the reaction of the young woman who was near me. She also closed her eyes and a nice smile on her little mouth heart. She offered my left hand treated equally attentive ...

I took advantage of his moment of Egarr to watch it. It was great. Taller than me, which is pretty rare. A reed, thin and delicate, yet it emanated from her such a force ... I looked long and slender body and imagine the feeling to curl up against mine ... His face was a perfect oval. Of porcelain on which two black lines were artfully drawn ... Her face and left to his thoughts, she offered me a show the softness of her skin that contrasted with long black lashes. They seemed to invite me more voluptuous thoughts ... I felt like at this point, I put my hand on his cheek, brushing his mouth ... To kiss ... I wanted to hear him moan ...

I closed my eyes again ... As if the watch could distract me and prevent me from fully enjoying the happiness of feeling her hands on my skin ... When she was finished with my hands, she stood behind me and took care of my face ... Her delicate fingers fluttered on my skin, sometimes caresses and light tickling, sometimes clever and relaxing pressure ... When she applied a cream perfume that reminded me of the ocean, his fingers did butterflies on my skin and I could not help but say it would be oh so nice to feel foraging and my flower .. .

I wet ...

His fingers brushed my lips with a bit of emphasis ... I felt like a kiss on the pulp caressed me ... His hands went down into my neck, my shoulders, my throat ... I surprised even want it unravels the towel and caress my breasts ... She leaned slightly toward me and I guessed, through her blouse, a very tiny chest ... She bent a little so that her hands roam my arms to my hands, and I felt, too short a second, the softness of her breast on my cheek ...

It was stronger than me, I sighed with happiness ... His eyes met mine, and a curious look crossed his spark ... Then she rose and walked slowly toward the door. She did not go away? Not like this ... I blamed myself for letting it pass my lips ... sigh

She put the lock and turned to me. The smile stretched his lips completed the ruin me ...