What Does Viera Stand For

Pascal Abadie

K. shows a great affection for me. "The rest is shadow," he said this morning, sure of itself, stopping before I got out behind her. "Tied to the darkness, I close my eyes and I'm happy."

He looked at me with gratitude as he spoke, "you came to me like the song of the cicada. I owe you a lot, aki no sora. "

Aki no sora ... autumn sky, changing. For some 'K. call me so, I sense a great gentleness in his eyes that shine, and reciprocate with a smile, I saw how her eyes belong to him to

"I'm happy, aki no sora , I happened to be an eternity. "

His feeling seemed to come out of my head, his gratification hit me. Spontaneity has glimpsed from his hands, leaned toward me, as she herself with her whole body when it is turned.

"We lived separate lives," he said, and I wanted to talk about. I kept imagining it while checking the effect by touching her body, but I had never asked, of course, beyond what he had wanted to tell me himself.

I was always vague, I felt his concern and made me question my own beat.

Then he wanted would share here, far from home, and this was the only state where I keep running. His Being, in a total gift and without restraint.

I waited K. understood, no other words were formed, and the infinite sadness appeared on his face. The echo of his gaze has renewed my smile, ready to intervene.

His discomfort became mine, and both had suffered appeared to tell a speech not yet destined to end.

The calm has taken a few seconds without us to say anything.

Then, I said, "we had different lives, it is true, but our destiny will be the same."

I thought back to the sobs that had held and set aside at the same time, all those months without knowing how and if and when we gave it all away. From time to time he had expanded our consciousness experiencing the extreme violence of the effort.

taking my hand had to remain in shock and spread, open and ready, each in its own way. He had thrown back at the same time, we were not distinguished within the corridors of the strokes.

But we've always been willing to do so.

Hot as blood, we had come and gone in the choir. How Loved Him In Bed for a perfect melody that only together we were grabbing.

I then tried to make myself understood by K., I explained, "along the path, with the singing of the cicada exhales," found her crystal that I had been, prostrate under his rule , "to say he is not afraid to let go and what does not mean much."

"Okin, aki no sora, Okin," K. He thanked several times, my body has been answered. Stretching his arms, letting the blood circulating beneath the skin, I have brought to light my entire dependence of the woman who had waited for the Lord that he had voted, and I hold in my arms. To put at ease and give thanks to my turn, I tried to find them myself.

K. has understood well that it can mean to say honor, because it tells you can not imagine doing it all.

So we have to go again, my hand touched his, and I've heard, we would have loved.

All three.

(A Michael e K., Agosto 2007)

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He is so close, i'm sinking into the whorl.

He kisses me, so gently, so harshly, i have all left, we are alone.

I am lost in His captivating eyes, i want Him, want he catches me.

There are so many reasons why He can so, so especially Him. He is so rough, so caring.

I'm breathless.

I want him so much, i want to be His immediately, so much, it hurts.

His tongue searches deeper in my mouth and my neck slips back.

The pleasure strongly increases, pleasure that brings his body closer, ever closer. I can feel his hardness next to me.

I need to be filled.

«I want you so much... », i say, so quietly i can breathing him.

My ear catches, «Sir.. », between us hear K.'s voice moaning. My breath quickens i can't leave him, it may scare him it scares me. We slowly sink down not letting go, down on to the hard, stiff supporting wall, the darkness, and the dominance.

His hand, that hand that holds my body so close, moves up my side, moves slowly, oh too slowly, closer, closer to my cunt. Its there, touching, surrounding, teasing my folds, and his kisses are not enough, deep enough. I can't breath but i don't need air.

«Sir.. », i hear K.'s voice again, she is moaning hard. My eyes open to see her adoring face, smiling up at us and i realize i have a smile on my lips to greet her.

While the fingers of one her hand run through my legs, i watch her eyes move down into my pussy and with the other hand, she starts to stroke His dick, slowly, moving it down her throat, deliberately, very much carefully.

I watch her face, her eyes, her reactions. I see the smile fades, as has mine, and passion mirrors in her warm body.

I tremble at the thought of Him bringing each one of us to meet His passion, His dominion and His control.

His tongue rounds each erect nipple and takes each into his mouth with more strength at each pull.

I immerse myself in the feeling and realize me over there, my wetness, my want, my cavity opening larger for fulfilment.

I can't wait any longer, i must have Him deep in me, our bodies thrusting against each other. Like a prune it begin to crinkle at his touch, i moan when He reputedly pinches yet.

Then returning his finger to K.'s lips, he once more wets there and circles her, tills her to produced the same effect.

His hands trail down her slender tummy, prying his way between her legs to caress the hairless treasures that hide between them. Slipping a finger between her folds to find an abundance of moisture, lifting it to my lips, he does sucking me.

I lick each fingers, then kiss K. on the mouth letting she tastes her own juice. She can smell His cologne too, His scent strong and sexy.

«Good, my sluts, now please bend forward and grasp ankles», he instructs.

K. shivers, her eyes widen. She dreads this position as it leaves her totally exposed in one area she is uncomfortable with to no end, doesn’t want to get into situation, doesn’t bend forwards like He commands and turns rigidly in front of Him. Something inside her head doesn’t stop her actions.

«My dear», He adds, «you are more then a sub you are truly a treasure». «Now, obey… or go away...».

Sucking in a deep breath, she conforms her mind as watches his feet as they disappear behind her. «You obey without hesitation even when you are overwhelmed with humiliation», he explains scarily.

The tickle of His fingers roams over her curved spin, and between her ass cheeks, so she bends forward a lot much better.

Grabbing a cheek in each hand He pries her cheeks apart, moving her ass, wiggling it from side to side, and i hear, she turns to moaning.

I know, K. is inquiring herself, «why am i giving this show?»

She thinks to herself as she manages to regain control of her body, she would be offering Him long enough to get dirty now, now she wants sure yet.

At first she is frightened of herself reactions. Ashamed, but Michael considers this, and talks to her until she feels much more comfortable.

He artfully spins until she creams at the thought of being spanked, or tied up. She creams in the need to be a good slave and it dares her enough to change her mind and accept His offer. Timidly she kneels on the floor, her head screaming «no no» and her pussy screaming «yes yes».

His gaze never leaves hers, and her pussy is growing wet. This i know, so i am.

She stares at him helplessly. In others moments it is easy to tell him, but sometimes the words don’t want even came from her frozen throat.

He smiles at her, he knows what is going on. The panic shadows her face.

Either way he offers her His hand and tells her to stand. He catches her.

Holding her arms up at the side of her head. She moans without thoughts and moves forward a little so He can sharp on her harder.

He bites down on her nipple and her back arches into him. He pulls her closer to him biting into the nipple until she cries out.

Then He switches to the other nipple and she moves her whole body against Him, pressing her pussy against His cock.

His cock is large and it filled her completely, i am in awe of it. I hear, she is crying out now, «harder, Sir… harder…».

He thrusts inside of her until she comes on His cock.

For the rest of the time she must remain naked, learns how to please him, and my eyes plead with him.

I feel he wants snapping me and so i beg him just to inflame His desire more and more.

After that i moan softly, «i want give you what you needs», say, revealing the inner pulsing blackness of my desire.

He pulls out his cat-o-nine-tails…

(To Michael and K.)

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It is time for me to wait Him, my soul is warm with excitement at the thought. Kneeling in submission is the supreme pleasure in my life.

It is cold and i am wrapped up in warm fur shawl. When he arrives, leans over me and opens the front of the stole so he can watch my breasts. My breasts are hung up lovely, moving with each breath i take.

He gets up and goes to stand behind me, slips His hands down my chest and cups my breasts. I smile up at him as he rotates the nipples, hard, too hard, and kisses me on the back of my neck.

I stand, in the middle of the carpet. Than, «take off the shawl», he whispers.

I let it drop and shiver in the cold. I stand straighter and straighter, and he says, «good», slapping my ass hard.

«Michael, Sir», i say softly, «Your touch awaken me».

He plays with my breasts again and orders, with strong faith, «hands at the back of your neck». I do without mind and my breasts stand on.

He sucks on each nipple getting it large, and then tights a nipple clamp on each. I block and don't mind, i have become use to them, and after a moment the pressure feels good.

«Perhaps we need a little weight on them», he asks. His eyes break through my soul and He pulls out two weights hung, swinging them in front of me.

I keep my view straight ahead. He hooks them on the clamps, and they immediately pull my nipples down. I try not to react, but can't feel my breath going out, i feel my body tremble, hard.

Only in serving Him i find my complete freedom.

I look at him in smarting pain but his face suddenly turns very hard and he declares, «down on your knees, whore. You're going to be serving me.»

«Oh, yes, Sir», i smoothly reply, «weights are quite heavy, thank you.»

He smiles at me and i feel His hands caress and stroke the weights. Gingerly, my eyes run down over the chain and pain, i feel he violets me.

The feel of His hands makes my body react strongly, my pussy drenches already begin to just drip wetness. I want more, always want more from Him.

«Now, turn around and bend over the table. Slide up the table, so you barely touch the ground with your toes».

The table is cold, and i press my breasts hard against it.

«Spread your legs», he screws up, «wider», says, and i feel cold lube being rubbed into my ass. The tip of a butt plug plays with my pupil.

«You will keep the butt plug in, until i take it out», he declares and pushes it into me.

I am already ready, and moan as the plug is forced in and widens me.

Than he stops for a moment and admires the view. «You feel hot, slut, let me taste you», he says, than laughs, starting to spank hard my labia.

It stings at first, but gradually turns into a warmth that spreads over my whole lower body.

«Are you aroused yet? » he asks, touching my cunt deeply. Yes, i am, and He is satisfied.

«Now, i want to spread your labia, with clamps», he says, and His thoughts free me.

I admire He is so clinical, and touches me, and teases me and makes me want much more and more these things. I feel like a doll for His delight.

«I've got some straps to go around your thighs», he says as he wraps a bright dark band around the plumpest and most tender part of each thigh.

He cinches them securely. Each has a D-ring which he moves to the inside of my thighs. He feels inner than i can, i know, and he asks, «do they pinch, are they tight?»

«They are tight», i say «and i won't forget that i am wearing them, but they don't pinch too much.»

It thrills me just to say those words, the submissive words of my love slave.

He takes another pair of nipple clamps and attaches one to each D-ring. «Turn around», he says, «sit on the very edge of the table».

My body is His, i replay myself.

I scoot forward till my ass is just at the edge. «Spread your legs apart, wide», he orders. With a feeling of reverence mixed with growing passion i glance Him on: using one hand, he pulls my labia open and pinches. As he tights the clamps i cry out.

I squeeze my eyes shut and reach deep inside. «Sir, just stings», i say. My mind is His, to expand, to explore, to know as only He can. I have no secrets from Him.

Tears of bliss begin to flow, i feel the pleasure and the pain blending inside of me and reach for my reverence, to stroke Him and tell Him that I want Him.

He hits my labia very hard and touches my clit, «you're My little toy», he says, «My slut pet». «You're Mine».

He stands up and kisses the top of my head and i feel in happiness, my cunt drops down.

Michael moves in front of me, then parts His legs.

«Get your head between my thighs, Slave», he orders me, gestures with his fingers for me to walk to him. «Walk and lick», he commands.

I quickly obey, am soon on my knees at His feet. He seems to tower over me, presses my face against His cock, gentle stroking between His thighs, getting an incredibly strong whiff of His passion.

My lips touch the soft mat of pubic curls and the fragrance of His skin increases so strongly that i suddenly twist my tongue all over the warm flesh. I swallow His juice. His cock rises and rises, my throat groans when i feel His strokes filling me.

I let myself go and abandon everything to Him. I am His precious little cum slut.

The more i lick, the hotter He feels and His juice grows up even more, i can hear His beastly moaning above me.

My tongue is like a flicking snake, caressing up and down the cock, stimulating with the hardening pressure.

Then, «now baby, dear», he whispers, «i want you to stand and be right here in front of the door, on your hands and knees with your widened ass up in the air, so ours friends will see you as soon as they enter. Hurry up, now.»

I smile at him and get into position, His words echo in my head , the weights hung on my nipples make me feel even more.

I can feel Him vibrating through me, i find pleasure, joy, and fulfilment from being His submissive princess.

(To Michael)

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Richard

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When they finally arrive, are seated in front of a friend of Alex, Richard, a boy haired blacks and beautiful eyes, trying to convince me to go in a room upstairs. I whispered what he'd like to do on a rainy night like that, me I feel I'm imagining her mouth as she takes your dick between her lips.

When in the large mirror behind the bar you see, along with Alex, I'm thinking so hard that I was already a layer of sticky wet thighs.

Richard saw me away from the conversation when you're already in the middle of the room, he forces himself to move their eyes to look at your reflection. You are like a magnet, men and women will follow with the eyes, the feeling is electric.

Your face is perfectly outlined by the glass, your eyes staring at me and challenges me to Alex not to smile. For some time, and we look sufficient, until I give up and my neck turns to welcome you and make presentations to the rite.

"Hello," she whispered, your breath is warm on my bare shoulder, your voice is sweet. I hear you when you stand behind me, I feel your hand slips while you make your life more closely. A light fragrance mingles with the smell of sea water, a scent of a woman remains motionless in the air leaving me a question - a woman, which one? - And the desire is already almost unbearable. I lean to you, with your back against your chest, and you look in the mirror again. Wear a shirt white, tiny twins, and her hair is short, a rebellious curl will fall on the forehead above his right eye.

The room is full of people, I see in front of Richard, first Alex. The idea of \u200b\u200bus together that we pass to the next level makes me smile.

"We settle," you say pointing to the boy, "there's a bit 'casino, but we have a table where we stand."

Richard is embarrassed, he came to you, he wanted to meet, but her fingers run too quickly through the glass, it is clear that we have found intriguing.

us our way through the maze of tables and order drinks, Richard asks his third mojito. "Never chewy mint?" You say slowly taking a branch from each glass and bringing it to the lips of the boy. "The action of the cold makes you want to carnal desires."

Richard burst into a sea of \u200b\u200blaughter, "forward", you say sour, your lips curl.

you Richard puts his hand on his arm, the stop light pink nail polish gently on your skin in an attempt to protest. "No," she says shyly. Wry smile, he insists, holds the group of leaves in front of his mouth and looked into his eyes.

Riccardo fixed stupid, what begins to flow in the veins is too mechanical to be arrested, look at your hand and feels trapped, but your persistence is primarily to please him.

"What do you say, Ricky?" Alex asked in a voice that is barely a whisper, "then we can bring our ass upstairs." In response to Ricky looks down, it has my same air every time I do understand how it can be love.

Do you feel uncomfortable, stupid, but after a couple of seconds his lips slightly open mouth and put it in the bundle of leaves, while watching the bitterness of the flesh covers the tongue.

"No hurry, boy, it sucks," you say slowly as if he still did not speak the same language. Her throat is lifted while swallowing, you smile, Richard explains why he does not need this part, but somehow calm. Begins to trust, you leaned back on the back and says, 'hey, it's weird. "

"Strange, how? "Says Alex.

"The language is strong ..." a sarcastic giggle squirts in the air. I look at him, has the high cheekbones, lips pursed, listen and bites the inside of the cheeks, alternately, first one and then the other. His blood is turning whirling faster and faster.

"Shall we go? "Is looking at us in turn. Swallows.

Alex gets up, "let's go." "You have all night, right, Ricky? "

Richard throws down a couple of sips of rum and then rises from his chair as if emerging from a swimming pool, beckons to us and surprise me. Let that his tongue out of her mouth, her lips still parted, her tongue pushing hard. She massages his groin and talks turn to you, "they told me that you're a very demanding." I see him shake a little, I have a long shiver, I feel an empty head. You laugh heartily.

My inner ear is a tendency, self-discipline concealing my expectation. Seems to spend so much time, Richard continues to pull in and out of the language, widening the mouth with the index and middle fingers, begins to caress the inside while the saliva drip down my hand.

"Say ..." you do, sarcastically. "What do you want? "

My head spins. Alex repeats the gesture of the hand and cheek, with Richard whispers something like "hold on, eh? "

The head of Richard snaps of assent," because you "will tell you," we're careful, right? "His voice comes out sharp.

You get up and grabbed his face in his hands, whispering softly, "I'm careful, quiet." "Well? What do you want? "

Her lower lip began to tremble," Sure, "he says, stretching a hand toward fingers pressed his face, "here ... I wish, I'd like to help me ... ," he murmurs.

"You're a naughty boy, is not it?" Tell on him, crushing his head against the body of Alex. "You're a conceited little bitch, a slut wicked and perverse, is not it? '. "Please ..." Ricky groans. I see him melt. I have cramps.

"Please what?" Sank his hand on her face, crushing his chin, the pressure unbearable him gape. "Tell me, tell the patient.

"Punish me," Ricky mumbles, "until I learn ...." He's really shaking.

"You do a really great kid, a great face bitch ', wheezing, breaking a finger in her mouth.

"Yes, yes, well." Ricky gasps, to me it's like a hot and iced spasm shook me to the core. Between his legs is my pussy pulsing like a burning brand. I enjoy the looks secretly furious. My heart beats faster. "Please," she whispered in my turn, I pray something vaguely corrupt and pure, just look back to Your Property and in a remote corner.

All I can think about are you and him, his torment and your excitement, an irresistible combination.

"You have a very good side," he repeated, stroking the cheek and I close my eyes.

"Let us," you say.

"I want you to stay here," he adds, turning to me with protectively. My eyes are wide open, "Lord ..." I'm going to say, but your arms around me. I stop.

"after", he concludes, my stomach tightens. I feel the tears ingrossarmisi inside, I'm too excited.

Rest in my place and look up the ladder when you're away.

(Michael, Richard and Alex)

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A. The First Day I woke up early, the air was cold even though it was summer. Although I did not realize at the time, I learned what I could be strong, and today I say this with pride, but it took some courage.

The bruises were the signs, symbols of the wounds. The meetings that I have seen it different each time they taught me to collect. I was one year less and I was aware of being in bed with anyone, it was not my bed. It was no longer Yours, Michael.

C. After I trudging up a path where every time there was someone who tried to catch me, there's always been somebody. A prison in which forced me to the absurdity of what had happened, it seemed that my wrists, tying them, I cling to something. How to let go his grip, the bond is crumbling, yielded, and I sank into the darkness.

confused and uncertain, I felt trapped, I had the opportunity to start over, but rebuilding was a burden I did not want to have.

C. Fu first to give me a new name, I dubbed A., staring in a while I did not know a different identity. I told her, I called and I said, it seemed that everything could spin smoothly. It seemed to me ... I got away, I kept telling him, I had promised.

But A. was a name that weighed too much because I could support it, not me, I was not never been and never would have been different, I continued to hold up weight. Respond to the sound as soon as I heard, A. I turned around and called me like an animal trained. The vocal sounds were open and sweet, an ambiguous name as Cherry, who called me a whore and saint, but in the meantime I was always slipping away from me, until one day, C. opened his hand and staring at my eyes full of panic, let me go.

could not do anything else, that name does not belong to me, I did not belong to anyone, I kept falling into a ravine. Call feel like I was not, was a piercing pain in my chest, which was putting a harpoon in my flesh, and he encouraged me to follow him, to respond to command, because I was trying to give me a sense or, at least, retrieve one. Only the pain kept me back, to Thee, my flesh tearing, over and over again with my soul, and the relationship with other supervened C. .

A. was the first of the new powers, the designation of more effective, however, the only who has held until your return. I am bound to you and a day of custody, repaid the respect that I kept for C..

But I remember when it was in S. to talk to me, all the time that we met Sophie had continued to state, because if I did not exist as I continued to ignore me, I denied who I was because I could no longer be. Then S. came up to me, it was a Tuesday, and as if the pain was a necessary element for power, while a needle pierced my skin, I said that from that moment I would be Ismas.

Ismas Its small, its bitch. And the boss is a bitch and named, since where the take-over.

Going memory in memory, I know that I said to Anna, took time one night and nobody knew.

Basically I changed the name change as a dress, I looked in the mirror and not thought that that was my body. I was like outside of me, every time I reflected that I saw a stranger looking at me, an unknown woman living my life.

I could not wait, I wore a dress and I pulled straight, meaning he would stop sinking. It took me time to stop gasping, after a while 'I are aware of my absence as well as yours.

Now, more than a year later, after several months together, reflect on the ability to transform that we have, to reduce us to nothing but to leave undisturbed to float through the sea and rocks, without drowning. I think of all the names and opened my eyes, I see what happened, and it terrifies me the immensity, while I admire the calm that has brought me.

Michael, I learned to hear how you can get away from the shore, and it's like getting up one morning and discover that their eyes can see more of before.

(Michael, 2006 - 2007)

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I learned that the paths of eros are endless, I do not know how, but the bodies are heard and exchange information in code . While I'm here waiting, I recall your eyes, a sense of belonging and attachment I feel towards you. I think back almost a year ago and the empty desperation again clouded her vision.

Fear, without the echo of your voice, filled me with cosmic loneliness. I waited so long before you take that when I left, Michael, I did not know what I would do. I wanted to at least three thousand answers to my questions, but the call was simply special, the feeling became stronger than pride and resentment. I wanted to tell you that I could not stop belong to you, but I could not say anything. I was in a trance, the soul weighed, Time seems to expand. I was returning in my borders and my mind was back to silence.

You and K. you have become my family, my home, but the involvement still does not allow me to describe my point of view.

I never had a problem telling me, just ask and I answer, no embarrassment. That is the feeling that I never find enough words absorb the quality of life and explore the love overwhelms me with a force that I do not want to voice. Love grows in depth, in areas that no one knows or has ever suspected, an immense amount of moves energy, forces, disturbing and dark, fertile emotions to break up. Tell how much your presence is important, emotionally important, it is quite out of my ideas. are protective of the sentiment that animates our family, we are parents and lovers, slave and Master, my sister ... and beyond rationality and consciousness, our relationship is not well identified using channels. A glance, a smile, a hand touched, sending very specific input and can create strong associations and clear. Whatever happens, I know I can count on you, but which still survives, is that despite the obvious signs of this choice few can understand.

Just a moment ago, that the desire will fuel the tension, but I got cold. I'm here, look, and the plan of lime keeps me company. The smell makes the skin vibrant, silence and peace of waiting to fill my body atmosphere. I know that there is nothing deeper than the skin, through the senses, the past returns as a ghost.

I felt like crying.

I know I'm tied to you without restraint, the waiting makes me still. I tell myself to stop shaking, but the silence buzzing in my ears, the rest of the thoughts flowing on fund without attracting my attention. I just feel ... just the world of things that belong to us.

Today is a day I hear, mostly complete, connected with the rest of the universe.

The evening continues, sitting at the round table, look K. to get and I think we, as a three-component perfect life of a single circuit.

(Michael and K.)

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Vasile

A thousand times have you tried my eyes a thousand times and have found them. A kind of dance fever at the very idea of \u200b\u200bwhat your whim.

You had to do it now, get close, block your view and do what he wanted.

"My sweet little girl, come on, against the wall," and I accompanied her at the point where my knees were opened, including a leg and a expanse, revealing the satisfaction of a passage.

the tone of your voice you gave up, "... from Owner," you muttered something, a message from the Lord in an English tenderly trailing a bit hesitant 'on vocals. You kept staring, eyes incredibly bright, and with a slowness that you already know, woman-faced girl, you've done away with one hand under her dress.

fascinated with the air, you close your eyes a little, turning up to show the point at which a finger to abuse you.

Little Women, mulberry-scented, with a violence ripping sound of the words continued to stare at while your hand trapped decomposed the features of your face like a shadow.

I had no possibility to reach, bend down on your belly and posarvi cheek, as so often touching you with his tongue. It was amazing how two or three steps had become unbridgeable distance. Semidistesa on the mat, I was able to swing up, all around was wonderful explosion of hemp: white rope, honor our Kinbakushi.

strings resembled to our lives, plots that had been fraying through a mixture of pain and tenderness. The finishing touches nodes had acute precision of a belt of rope that explored the depths, where it sank, the meat was more tender and dark, slowly, every meter rope as if it were stroked your hand. In my deliberate renunciation understood the romance of misery, looking at the tip of my left foot and pivoting saw me stress, I could barely swing myself.

With one leg visibly apart, tied to a bamboo pole, and the other bent, it enhances the strength of a sensual jete on a snapshot. My bust stood, upright, supported by a second stick for a h Ashira ushirodaki trembling flame of your desire. A graceful flower arrangement that only the wind would have decomposed the motion.

We learned the language of every little instinctively drawn ideogram, we spoke a silent language that can disrupt a life.

Only the rustle of swaying tension in the air, impenetrable, lighter than anything, until I flock in a whisper, "you have no message. You you the message. "

In front of his eyes, reaching the bottom of things, my voice low and warm your looking for.

You

bent his head toward the ground and your lips have held a smile.

He seemed to do the best thing in the world, provided me with such conviction that reality seemed upset. There was a moment suspended, in which everything was possible, but you were the only one that could cross the space between us.

kissing, then you have broken the barrier. Your tongue has touched mine. Gently, at first. Then you made when dragged off on my body, beset with a transport that allows anything, I felt myself melt. You were full of the taste of him, a sour aroma and stun that kept us glued mingled cream and saliva, groans and sighs.

you glide over my body, deeper and deeper, until sex, I've opened. Rummaging through the rope and cranny you insinuated his tongue, his hand slipped and I knew there was something that went beyond the air that you were missing, I knew, you were suddenly secure. Play with your belly sticking his fingers, and swallowed bevevi from my cup and I knew, beyond the breath, your heart was crazy.

We were two women, but one body, a single fluid.

Floating saturated enjoyment of pleasure when you come over us. It took a few calibrated movements because they soak your hands. Sex against sex, breast against breast, mouth to mouth, a code instinctive released all restraint and inhibition. We were both the echo of your voice.

(A and Michael K., September 2007)

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kept hearing

kept hearing their cries with short pauses.

K. Lean, close those big hands seemed to break. I felt the rumbling echo of the blood pounding in my brain, the lights flickered as glare, gave an impression terribly sensual.

Exhaustion I crushed under the weight of another body could no longer bear arms. Little by little rushed, more and more sluggish, as if I tisfying.

prayed that the hot breath of the Master Doi take me between the legs, but is channeled and remained stationary, with small streams that refresh the active work of members had piled up.

smelling bodies were imbued with a latent force. Rina, kneeling, was brought back, like a handkerchief and turned dragged heavily on a bed. Unable to contemplate the comings and goings of everyone, through the stiff silk that enveloped his eyes, Rina returned from the languor breath darkly lifting the chest. Basking in the uncertainty of the man who threw the hook in its wrapping groaning, However, keeping his eyes drooping mute and elsewhere, for the man who in the meantime flowed in time with passwords.

Wrapped in joyous aspirations, in another corner of that familiarity, as the thunder tamed ready to transform, and because of the Lords dived every door in my little shop, I was burning with a blazing fire that took Operating in the related arts. The bodies that appeared on top of my limbs seemed to be exaggerated. Like a wild animal always available to me I was little, I flattened, relentless yearning of the evidence of your eyes.

I was wandering of desire when I've grabbed levandomi arms up, almost at the same time, allowing me to be pierced with a friend whose appearance is not good I have allowed to identify. Insured with your wrists at the right hook and then I saw the body of K. invaded, shoulders, upset, encroaching on the frame of a mirror while chasing away the punch of that disappeared inside. And I admired, later still, placed on one side, and was approximated by a worthy successor. Taro, which Strive to mo 'game forage and cool with an abundance that bestial frenzy.

The boy, tired of the preening next to K. In fact, it was driven to begging, demanding that her tender imprimesse landscape and still liking a deep incision.

His eyes became insolent, impassive, blow for blow, leaned his flesh to the rhythm of the chest in stormy crowd of his ass. And it was then, a fleeting shadow of pain that has crossed my forehead that I have reversed the sweetness, and I went lurking improbable gift, drop by drop to Your value. As I hit. While threw me on the edge of insanity as an alternative to raw hardcore that gathered to give me pause: - Enjoy it - welcome to the nourishment of my back pasture.

Mani, languages \u200b\u200band intimate cattle fed me with their liquid.

The pleasure is never diminished power, without resolution, I continued to turn into a frenzied feeling wherever you touch me, I have never been immune from being formed.

fruitful, we wish to be merely the whim of your nature.

(Michael and ties, May 2007)

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After you left, "back soon" came to refer to K.. It's been a month, I begin to wonder when will that day.

why I came back to Yanaka, once before, there, I had wanted to stop time. It was not a case that has reviewed the garden.

Man I thought, on the stones, while birdsong could be heard in the background is my Phantom for days. Like you.

Your figure appeared on every corner, solid, without notice, "the garden is always a surprise," he said. Contemplating the big chestnut tree behind the temple, I recalled our walk. As if you had gained hand in hand, I crept through the crowd of tourists, the exuberant movement, despite the unpleasant sound, did not change the essence of what it was. A surprising delight, to prevent an uncontrollable humming to conceal the feeling imprisoned. Irretrievable drought has prompted water, starting from somewhere near your ways are back. Standing in the shadows, the feeling was extended, seeped into me like two years ago.

The leaves of the branches trembled touched by the wind, the air was full of their light pop, the stench of bodies crowding the path.

The late afternoon sun posing trunks gave off the smell of wood. The summer is very wet up there, hung in the air at sunset a smell of wild animal. Instinctively, I was immersed in the scent for some time, pressed on the skin, the heat contained in the fabric of the dress responded to the touch of my fingers. I held her hand a little but it would be inappropriate to go, caught by the fear that they were looking at me I have moved without look back. are no longer the same.

on the last months in Italy bears a strange silence, avoiding direct answers and gestures are different kinds of intentions. I know. Delay my reactions, I'm learning slowly to keep the time.

Truth kind that you taught me to understand, "there is always enchanting to look at the trees," showing me the way to get to Yanaka always performs the ritual of the first time. "Trees do not want to reveal everything," you said, "there is still much to discover, the trees have the patience to wait." I savor a deep joy remembering this lesson away with a rush of exhilaration I recapture the meaning of the commandment: honor the wait. With fidelity and tenderness.

(Michael, August 2007)