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I found it incredible, smiling profusely, especially while I was in my arms. Someone said that she had fallen asleep but I thought it would be a mistake, although kept his eyes closed Mari was there for you, Michael. Superb-assertion in pink silk.

was alert, thoughtful, instinctive, completely man, a girl in formal dress who reacted in the only way he knew. He has performed with deep emotion that every provision has been directed, each time choosing the most suitable words in conversations.

When I view kiss the ring of our seal I held my breath, pulled the chain that I have inside.

Have you grabbed her hips, pulling her, "Come here," you said and Mari was thrust forward without any resistance. We opened his shirt collar and although I could not see her I still heard it all: he kissed Your throat. Relentless. He remembered a wild animal, a wolf, but not stirred ravening, and was suffocating, as if to kiss me stringessi neck.

I did not want to name what I felt. Beautiful and intense feeling without a name, I just extended a bit ' look and I know I should not have.

The feeling I have learned to recognize from time took possession of my body, a feeling which is neither love nor pain, but this is the same. A rush of adrenaline overwhelmed by echoes of sweetness. Dopamine. A poison that intensifies the contact intoxicating.

The link K. felt close around him in my own way, I'm sure.

There are no adequate words for what we feel, each signal detector is more than can be explained.

I looked Mari slid when you let go of power, enough to make her jump shot before you take it, pressing it again, with warming Your voice, bringing it to a state of abandonment and expectation. The violence that erupts from your hands I heard drew my every muscle, tendon and all my pleasure claimed to drag me up to explode. Barely had I endured it away, my body craved that prick, knew the value of that touch and taste that Mari could not take off.

carp and I was swinging too. When I saw her slide down the legs, sniffing your scent, away to lower the zipper almost did not know that this practice, with the same when you ask 'can I now? "I pulled a clever move your sex handling it to the buzz of the guests.

I looked at her, nodding in pleasure, smile, el'onda shock of excitement hit me in full. Mari grabbed me with a grimace. I was up in his chest.

There was something in her, asking in its different from mine, to cause that emotion. I knew he was a giver of pleasure, I took the habit in the way he knelt. He was accustomed to the aromas warm more than anything else.

I liked Mari, the ease with which you are satisfied. He inflamed the intensity of the painful sounds of her mouth while her face was red.

Have you delivered the swollen skin rubbing his face until the whiteness did not become patchy when I felt the cold metal clashing against his teeth, Thy hand had replaced his cock. The ring that Mari had kissed mark the service, as if you were me going in and out of that tiny mouth.

I hit the ground with his hands and knees although in reality remain suspended. I was struck with the flesh of the buttocks on your heels and caresses came anyway, full of tension and full of meaning, the surrender of Mari was lust.

The mania like me squirming in the grip of a violent fever, but I have not asked for anything even if I wanted. I did not have the permission and I knew it.

'm crazy inside.

(Michael and Mari, April 2007)

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Difficulty

Brian Mackey

bows sometimes seem eternal, lasting long, are repeated. The waiter today is literally folded in two to thank the non-receipt, in fact it is difficult to accept gratuities. We bow down and nothing else, I myself used to it, I just I bow but I can not .

are the twenty-third floor and I have not yet learned to look out the window. This height makes me feel even smaller and far and I know that it would be better not, have a "home" like the other , unique and friendly atmosphere, and watch the city below, all these smiling eyes that should not tell a loss but a sense of security, admiration. Wealth.

This long break I find it hard to grasp, no cause for my inability to feel fatigue.

is a tough test. I must not give up but I have to enter the posting a soft and curious without feeling attacked by the possibility of escape .

I'm trying to improve, discretion is the rule up and never put me in difficulty as before. I am not able to stop, I can not give up the idea of \u200b\u200ba space. A space that is mine.

is my responsibility to provide what you need, alongside the path of the other without knowing the intensity and detail, but it happens too frequently that being so close to him writing the absurd jealousy, malice of the impossible to manage.

There are sisters that I love but when facing a rivalry becomes difficult to live. Since we are inseparable suddenly everything looks different, we hate. Each of us fears the other, the numerous attempts to find the right opportunity to weaken the security of a companion are the bad luck that destroys us in time. I realize this, and it is important for me to point this out, especially to Rina, even if I consider these inevitable failures .

is a complicated mechanism, was not that the Lord is always so insightful, it would cause shortages reprehensible to affect the harmony.

me I could not forgive.

is understandable but we are jealous of the esteem we receive even if we deny it, there is nothing that makes more sense for us to give off the attentions of the Masters and opportunities exist to be alone. It is understandable but it is not enough, is not justifiable.

The Lord protects us from ourselves, or each time you call him one of us expiation for His favors, but we can not do without it, we will not recover the possession. We can not deprive us of what we, our minds always benefit from what our body feels: we promise to keep the same for the future, so obstacle needs and often coincide .

not include all, or I myself am always able to understand it, but most of all What this animosity is a gift, it is a privilege with respect to the price of improvement that we support through the comparison. The signal for the development of a delicate conscience: the desire for the Lord's grace that is always with us in every situation.

Our difficulty is therefore our engine and our ironing board: all together we are suffering and joy.

And I remain very impressed when wisdom creates irreconcilable with tears that I thought the previous consolidated securities . The superiority of mind helps to release will . Humility can not deny the imperfection but to go ahead with the work and training, including if necessary through the treachery and his thin dark .

(A M., May 2007)

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Attendance

Jean-Christophe Perie

I have not wanted now. That night, I mean. The wind whistled without beating about the tents of the shops. The night was heavy and waiting for the bus entrusting the umbrella in the rain. What I did not see did not exist. His face appeared under the mother hen of the shelter at the bus stop.

by surprise.

I tried the card in her purse and did not think black wedge. I repeated this in mind the program of the evening throwing eyes in the direction of traffic. On many cars in the queue and faces indecipherable parading behind the windows. A hand rested on my arm.

- I found you at last.

I thought the time and fatigue and tire noise on the asphalt had confused the words, I turned around. The hand remained motionless, and the voice came behind me. Do not recognize her. Yet there were those fingers, with that light touch that called me to turn my head. I would not put a face to agitation or mistake of person, I moved the arm and as soon as the bus doors opened, I climbed aboard.

- Wait!

The coat ended up covering part of the hand in motion, I pulled back, forcing me to turn at least one quarter of the body and mind froze. The bus had broken down and a middle-aged woman came to my side. A man got to do with courtesy.

- Valentina.

I stood on that name which was the same as mine. It was the same voice and tone and breath and say it. And fear, perhaps, but I pretended not to hear. I looked over the glass in the windows to escape. I found myself against his body without saying anything.

- go down to the next. I'm with you, you feel it?

I froze with eyes on the woman in front, on the hats and dark swollen and mixed water and soap.

- What happens to you, will not you? I'm here.

I advanced to overcome the dark head and I kept my strong support to the special. I considered going down to the terminus and at the latest in about twenty minutes. The time that would have preceded the arrival of the subway.

- What do you think? Tell me.

He repeated to follow a pat on the back, a conviction that I had spun around to put a space between me and abyss. Strained their necks to avoid seeing the other side.

- I've been looking for.

sighed moving towards a free corner, drawing the texture for a few seconds of silence absurdity of a sharp horn. Obbligai me to stay with his head turned.

- Nothing has changed. I know and I know your loss and terror. The need. Maybe it's the anxiety of looking back to getting stuck now.

refuge from those whispered words: do not listen and tried to approach the station, just down from the middle, left for the adjoining sidewalk heading towards the track.

I searched for a posting.

- Thanks. Will for next time?

He hoped the pitch.

I hoped too. It was inevitable. I nodded. The longest journey I was told that a voice came from afar. S. memories? few words they knew they would have to give at least .

(A S.)