Chapter 7 °
Sappho
Swimming is the right decision, a soft contact with salt water, as embracing the love of the ancient times; sample the unusual awareness receives only blue. Sitting on the bench of the beach, floating in the new sensations, a body suspended in the fluid of his thoughts. The slow rhythm of lapping feeds on your hands while I 
not looking for a match. The sand runs through the fingers, grain by grain to stimulate new sensibilities. He feels the rocks crumble in the belief breast and roll. They split, crumble, pulverize you for making such granules, releasing a steady stream of reciprocal responses of sediment constantly stirred, turned, stacked. He hourglass for himself. Barter of positions, a two-way movement through which the two hemispheres intersect and engage swapping - and changing - forms, functions and images. A barter generated by a lack, a void to be filled by the fascinations of her, because of misunderstanding, of metamorphic visions, feelings of adultery, but at the same time essential for opening a channel, revitalization, and communication.
swirling particles that combine with creating new forms such as white pumice fall water. The white stone, his knowledge of the Phoenicians around it like spectators in a theater does not exist. Captures a presence. He feels an effect anodyne for his tired body. Finally free from pain! The water reflects the sky, clear in its simple essence. All around is still. Before the eyes forms a spiral of images, frames slowed. A voice tells pictures with sweet posting, a cantor away. Feel that presence. He can not close to this vision, but neither
open, the rest of the scenario will change color pandering to the whims of the reactions procurategli ganglia. They are part of real life, from everyone and anyone, follow a strange logic. The main character of those flashback is the same at different ages, with no chronological order. His face slowly degrades nell'opalescenza. Blacks and intense eyes, high forehead and frown, a look familiar. After spending an indefinite
of moments, vision and change record before him appear erotic scenes from retro, 50s, faded and slightly accelerated movements. The stars are visibly awkward in front of the screen, or at least, he seems to feel a certain embarrassment, embarrassment that condition if it were a woman and if it were in that position, in utter submission. This introspection the crowd but at the same time fascinated him. The question becomes certainty, the embarrassment is the his! The scenes become increasingly barren of mystery. Simple touch naive at all, they have revealed the ambiguity, he advocated and slave of the same gesture. A thrill the first explosive thrown away then dall'autocontrollo. The rambling musings of
dissolves leaving
L
and mistress of his mind; metamorphosis to which no man can escape: Back pain.
The restless army of applications under the line on the border of his rational mind to invade the field of insanity. The blood begins to march in his temples. A slight moment of hesitation, almost as though he's not actually need them. The need becomes greater inhibition unleashing a maelstrom just break its banks. Thus, from its mental construction, the questions begin to flow from the stomach to go up as inspirations to his mouth, the sight of her, so transcendent in the torch of purple shantung wrap the edges creating unconscious, torn from the feet up to av 'navel, finally revealed his mind. See it or imagine it to hold in your hands at the breast, a sphere. Shiny and black, perfectly polished un'ossidiana, an extremely dense black hole whose attraction proves supreme power, absorbing everything in its surface. Rotate it in order without the faces of the men who populate the stories. In each of them is reflected and absorbed by the volcanic glass see vanish. It 's time, the dialogue begins as a game of chess. He moves the white pawn, she is the master and icon of black.
not looking for a match. The sand runs through the fingers, grain by grain to stimulate new sensibilities. He feels the rocks crumble in the belief breast and roll. They split, crumble, pulverize you for making such granules, releasing a steady stream of reciprocal responses of sediment constantly stirred, turned, stacked. He hourglass for himself. Barter of positions, a two-way movement through which the two hemispheres intersect and engage swapping - and changing - forms, functions and images. A barter generated by a lack, a void to be filled by the fascinations of her, because of misunderstanding, of metamorphic visions, feelings of adultery, but at the same time essential for opening a channel, revitalization, and communication. swirling particles that combine with creating new forms such as white pumice fall water. The white stone, his knowledge of the Phoenicians around it like spectators in a theater does not exist. Captures a presence. He feels an effect anodyne for his tired body. Finally free from pain! The water reflects the sky, clear in its simple essence. All around is still. Before the eyes forms a spiral of images, frames slowed. A voice tells pictures with sweet posting, a cantor away. Feel that presence. He can not close to this vision, but neither
open, the rest of the scenario will change color pandering to the whims of the reactions procurategli ganglia. They are part of real life, from everyone and anyone, follow a strange logic. The main character of those flashback is the same at different ages, with no chronological order. His face slowly degrades nell'opalescenza. Blacks and intense eyes, high forehead and frown, a look familiar. After spending an indefinite
of moments, vision and change record before him appear erotic scenes from retro, 50s, faded and slightly accelerated movements. The stars are visibly awkward in front of the screen, or at least, he seems to feel a certain embarrassment, embarrassment that condition if it were a woman and if it were in that position, in utter submission. This introspection the crowd but at the same time fascinated him. The question becomes certainty, the embarrassment is the his! The scenes become increasingly barren of mystery. Simple touch naive at all, they have revealed the ambiguity, he advocated and slave of the same gesture. A thrill the first explosive thrown away then dall'autocontrollo. The rambling musings of
dissolves leaving
L
and mistress of his mind; metamorphosis to which no man can escape: Back pain.
The restless army of applications under the line on the border of his rational mind to invade the field of insanity. The blood begins to march in his temples. A slight moment of hesitation, almost as though he's not actually need them. The need becomes greater inhibition unleashing a maelstrom just break its banks. Thus, from its mental construction, the questions begin to flow from the stomach to go up as inspirations to his mouth, the sight of her, so transcendent in the torch of purple shantung wrap the edges creating unconscious, torn from the feet up to av 'navel, finally revealed his mind. See it or imagine it to hold in your hands at the breast, a sphere. Shiny and black, perfectly polished un'ossidiana, an extremely dense black hole whose attraction proves supreme power, absorbing everything in its surface. Rotate it in order without the faces of the men who populate the stories. In each of them is reflected and absorbed by the volcanic glass see vanish. It 's time, the dialogue begins as a game of chess. He moves the white pawn, she is the master and icon of black.
"Are you real? Exist? "
" And you exist? "
" Do not turn the question around, it's too long as I pursued, I have the right to know. "
" Persecution in the ports, trying to dump me in the condition that t'incatena the past, but not so that you can atone. "
" You have led me to do what they are still gross. "
" Do you think it possible that lines scratched on scraps paper can guide you to search for events in abandoned caves remote? Reading a few pages, with which the case had fun playing you made me your whipping boy and like every other person does not want to look that projects the shadow! Living in your shadow repressed desires and sins covered up. Each of us daily trampling their dark side without being able to separate, the distance from the common place makes it more or less extensive but is certainly a matter of perspective. "
" Reading you I see all the evil, ergo your shadow precedes you. "
" How are you conceited men. What is evil? What do you know of suffering? Of my pain? Few details have made you a judge informed with my life? An accomplice of the executioner my crimes? Too easy ... "
" You're making me cannon fodder. The instincts that had sedated with care bullies are back because of you.. "
"Do not believe this! Do not allow yourself to throw my words on your phobias. Did you know that leaving the island would have brought with you the brand of your guilt. I'm not your Freyja. It's not my look! Only you can deal with the second part of your soul. "
" I want your body, I want Your real part, want to own. "
" deluded! You do not have even yourself. You did not have the power to banish from your soul the anguish of your daughter acts! You do not have the ability to compare with your own blood and pretend to own me? "
" Excuse me sir, "
dissolved, gone!
"Excuse me sir, are you okay?"
A tiny hand shakes him gently. A girl with black eyes, as constructed with the same obsidian that she bore in her hands, stares at him quizzically.
"Excuse me but I see more than an hour for the property on this bench set in a vacuum, I was afraid that he did not feel well. "
The girl at the lack of response you feel embarrassed, but finally he smiled, allowing even to his mouth to draw a smile on his face clear .
Nothing could be further from the image of the vision could spring up in front of him. A delicious fruit of his land. Warm colors, deep eyes, old f
attezze.
"Excuse me but I see more than an hour for the property on this bench set in a vacuum, I was afraid that he did not feel well. "
The girl at the lack of response you feel embarrassed, but finally he smiled, allowing even to his mouth to draw a smile on his face clear .
Nothing could be further from the image of the vision could spring up in front of him. A delicious fruit of his land. Warm colors, deep eyes, old f
attezze. "I was dreaming "
" I watched from the balcony I was wondering what it could capture as much a man to enable him to stand still on the beach with this sun, I'm sorry having disturbed "
" Please do not call me her, you make me feel old! "
The embarrassment that invades the girl is palpable.
"I offer you something at the bar, you were kind and have prevented you catch me sunstroke."
"No thank you."
"We said that you gave of yourself! What's your name? "
" Iris "
" As the flower. "
" No, my father wanted to like the rainbow, in the Greek version, was a teacher of greek. "
" Age? "
"It was dead long ago, I was little. This is one of the last men who took away the quarry. "
" A teacher in a quarry? My brother also worked in the quarry. "
" Lei .. you then you are Lipari, I look like a tourist scattered! "
" I was born here, just behind the alley. "
Pointing behind the line of the first houses overlooking the harbor, he sees his hand trembling slightly. Still shaken by the manner in which it was deceived by his own mind.
One click, the closure of the fist as a tear horizon overlapping memories, a veil to pierce.
"Never I live there!"
breaks away from a scream, an annoyingly nasal tone repeated several times to the girl to return home for some ill-defined tasks.
"How can you hear me anxiously waiting, they're all pretty excited today, there is a wedding in the family. It 'been a pleasure to meet you ... "
breaks away from a scream, an annoyingly nasal tone repeated several times to the girl to return home for some ill-defined tasks.
"How can you hear me anxiously waiting, they're all pretty excited today, there is a wedding in the family. It 'been a pleasure to meet you ... "
Without waiting for an answer, she spun around and how the orders of a whirling dervish the cascade of raven hair, flared opening. Swaying to every step kidnaps his attention until the houses hidden from his view.
He remained motionless, without mentioning any reaction. The humming anything that falls after the noise should be served while it lasts. "I just have to go" she thought as the sounds of a day to be any return earned by its ears.
has no intention of completing the project he set for himself, the old family home waiting for him for many years, one more day will not change anything. You absolutely must return to the master of his thoughts. He does not want to allow his time to become chimera. He has worked hard to get to that point without the use of dreams or fantasies. There is only that real peat waiting to be revealed. She is a woman and as all women will be nothing but his beloved. The first step towards that goal is to find it, knowing they have no chance of success. Via Garibaldi, almost running back up the course and from there to the port. A taxi and a few minutes to arrive at the residence. The staid owner remembered the woman had been over a month, always alone. He left the apartment because he had decided to move to another island but did not know which.
The name and particulars of the woman is adamant and shows up even minor details lets out anything. Given the professional look that you are taking the discussion, decided not to insist, he would try later with some labs that were not on the defensive, because in the meantime, the taxi came to the residence. Now we have to decide whether or not to disclose the existence of the paper found to have access to some information. The risk of being diverted to be returned is too large and decided to say nothing. Salt in his room, takes up the stories and analyzes them. There are hints at her physical appearance, must necessarily end up reading. It feels like a prisoner within those walls. The brain asks space, as if the new openness pretended an expansion of the crown to release its full potential. The bag thrown on the chair triggered the idea.
away from that place, away from memories faded by time. All antiques are carefully stored in some inaccessible cave. You must read every word and do so in peace. "Surely the port there are old fishermen
renting the boats!"
Exactly what we need, a boat, his old way of escape and a source of tranquility. The second ring meets the driver who had accompanied him in the morning and after a few minutes already waiting for him in the street. He has filled the bag with the sheets, toiletries and a change. Surely he would not return for the night el'olezzo from Indiana Jones's shoes for years. Brings us back to Marina Corta, recalls have seen in a rental place. Choose an Open 495, a five meter's is more than enough.
Buy some 'fruit from a stall and cooler that has provided the lessee, throws some' bottle from the fridge that happens to a bar. Decide for two towels and a ridiculous costume Hawaiian. It gives a wonderfully fragrant coffee, black and boiling, and then part. You hear a child gray school. Took possession of his adolescent enthusiasm. It was not in his plans to waste so much time on the island. "Liquidate the family assets and returning." He repeated constantly throughout the journey. Now the idea of \u200b\u200btaking time for yourself and above all to return to
have a direct relationship with the sea thrills. A few maneuvers and should be free to seek a cliff and a little 'peace. Threw anchor in the cove first, free from intruders and pulled up the sun awning, took possession of the cushions. Street clothes.
The temptation is strong to stay completely naked but has seen too many boats and small boats around. Thread the ridiculous trousers with sky blue on a white hibiscus. He can not restrain a smile at being self mockery. Would you take a dip like old times but the bag winks at an angle of magnetic paper and from those few inches, take a different decision. One minute to snap a fresh fish and finally stretch to take the bag and the parcel will select some with the word "Sappho". Start reading now.
The skin I like, I am delighted if I touch it. I touch turns to me and gives me a feeling of enlightenment for the soul. Mine is thin, has always had or to decide who I liked. Dermis with dermis, the contact r ivel possible implication in whole or in arid physical encounter. Key to enter the most remote in the den of my privacy. nude clash was almost an obligation. in the private room where I had some dark D TO the list of Enna mo, there were other lost it, but dealing with the exploration of her body had not given weight and attention to the composition of the small audience. The micro sheath dress I wore in lattex without underwear underneath, he had given the desired fruit. A few glances at the piece of meat I chose confirmed my hypothesis, it was just a great piece of meat and I tried just that. The contact was slight or . Almost imperceptible. I would not have even heard if he had not begun to fix something over my shoulder. The first reaction was anger, do not allow you to distract you while taking pleasure. Then the touch! Thin fingers, within hair, neck, The reaction was instinctive and immediate, arching the slave na closed my eyes, that's always was my weak point. Those fingers were touching it so slowly and lightness that I forgot everything. He noticed the new phase c excitement he had taken the game and continued enjoying the fruits. Opening my eyes I saw his hands on my neck with his arms forming a line that leads the eye directly to the breast. The polpast Tirelli continued the search for each receptor of my neck. I do not care who it is. I like it. I do not want to stop. The caress hair informed me that he was bowing. Came into my mouth accurately, without hesitation, a slight pressure in the neck provided an accurate input to accept them. I felt his hands come down from the neck to the shoulder blades and scroll past the armpits. A slow exploration. Skin on skin. From that moment
wind, the center of attention among the bystanders, wound marono the other two pairs because or sservare our slow and profound discovery was a show that would have filled thoughts erotic for a long time. I remember it as if it were now, I still triggers an impulse wave that shattered me in the brain. The skin smooth and warm, soft, silky a contact that no man can give. In the days ahead I thought about how find her, but the visits were to a private room my little secret. Sicur catkins model. Recognizing the gait, posture.
Each casting was looking in the book his face. In my work, the selection of girls for the fashion shows I was always bored. See offer passive bodies devoid of personality as a mass movement to Meba I was always nervous. Possible that those girls could not understand how their skin will play a high stakes game and that they only did that by green cloth. For some exciting time it was hoped that she turned the page to appear. The pace of life in the fashion world is so accelerated that qu el small pleasure was soon forgotten. Other bodies, other skins, other hands has passed away. Have no fresh meat in the sheets er to a problem. The choice of both men and women or even that was a problem. Find who still excites me really was. That girl I excited, stimulated, intrigued and distracted. His only thought. A once and I had entered under the skin.
climb in the elevator to enter the apartment, as usual, takes the place without even looking at who is in the come with me. I hear someone coming down to my floor and a soft voice like a blast pronouncing my name. I already knew I would see that turning around. Was. I had found, she has sought and found me. Embarrassment. What a strange feeling. The embarrassment, I did not know how feeling stuck with me. The eyes are looking for a direct contact me but she denies it. "Asked me to come in?" suit and trying to breathe as lightly as possible open the door and the knightly reverence and irony do enter. Takes possession of every inch of my home by simply logging. It d iventa mistress, for every step I become a pastry. My hands rubbed the folder that I take home every night with the most secret documents of the office.
The music that is activated by the light fills the gaps between us with languid notes, Tracy Chapman "Baby Can I Hold You Tonight", coincidence? Baby can I hold you? The deep voice anticipates my thoughts. He moves like those familiar spaces. "Forgive me Is All That You Can not Say"
"Forget all this is that you can not say. " strange sensation, shyness, strange, disturbing. Any decision to implement an action blocked by a short circuit between the nerves. Tachycardia unintentional is a slight heat subcutaneous undermine the certainty that all I had until then made permeable to s entimenti. She moves me. Pulse flows in waves. I like the feeling. A glass of amber liquid in front of him to me. ! Words do not come easily " " Words are not fac ilmente. I finally have the courage to face her. A wry smile welcomes the lifting of my eye and not least my eyes laugh. "Maybe if I told you the right words" "Maybe if I told you the right words " Tracy This is me uneasy. He phrases suitable for my mood. "I've tried. It is not easy to get to you without going through the mesh of your secretaries. You are surrounded by women. I've seen all kinds of " heard of me playing out of tune. His voice puts me in fibrillation. Eventually the music will echo lla his soul, gives way to a synthesizer riff. Hypnotic and clear the atmosphere rotates slightly to make room for Brian Eno, By This River, known to calm me. Here, the soundtrack is perfect. The woman I want, I wish I was here and I become the wife of Lot, a pillar of salt. His eyes are the first to take leave and break the deadlock. Focusing on my mouth his intention to serve as food for the journey. takes my head in his hands and his tongue goes for a lighter touch in his mouth and gums, a clear message of how and what that language sounds like. The duel that follows is simple distillation of pleasure, her breasts pressed upon me. Crazy contact. The silk of my blouse enhances its softness. Empty, for the first time my brain is empty. Butterflies 
in belly! Here's what the fuck of my friends wanted those geese from girls. I've got butterflies in my belly! Laughter takes me all of a sudden. She turns away just to see me in the eye and try to understand the reason for that reaction. All I get back. I'm in love! I'm not going crazy or losing my lucidity. Just fell in love! That shit crazy. The grab her hand, just to stay in de stereotypes and bring it to the bathroom. Now she is following me meekly. My mere vigliosa hot tub, the ultimate in wellness at home cost me crazy but right now I do not want more. I see his surprise at the immense Jacuzzi, just installed. I open the water and began to strip, do not wear underwear for ever so it is fast three men she caresses the cold edge of the tub. He sits on the edge and slowly slips off the dress shirt in one motion. Although she did not intimate. I see in his eyes or maybe it is my desire that it reflects. Reach out my hand, I'm afraid to touch it, then touch his heat. Soft skin, alive and vibrant. Now it's my turn. The neck and the vein button that glimpse in his candor, m'indirizzano the precise point where to begin to explore it. My lips begin to trace paths guided by the beating, the thinness of the skin on my lips I can follow the lymphatic channels, to cause the spasm. Concentrically my hands each finger to the head that point. Contact hypersensitive just mentioned has made my fingertips. Between a groove and the other skin receptors have multiplied. The explosion is complete when she covers my hands with his. Slowly we slip into the water. Other stimuli, other sensations, the immersion of our bodies and our bodies. Her skin and the sight of my Sappho.
He remained motionless, without mentioning any reaction. The humming anything that falls after the noise should be served while it lasts. "I just have to go" she thought as the sounds of a day to be any return earned by its ears.
has no intention of completing the project he set for himself, the old family home waiting for him for many years, one more day will not change anything. You absolutely must return to the master of his thoughts. He does not want to allow his time to become chimera. He has worked hard to get to that point without the use of dreams or fantasies. There is only that real peat waiting to be revealed. She is a woman and as all women will be nothing but his beloved. The first step towards that goal is to find it, knowing they have no chance of success. Via Garibaldi, almost running back up the course and from there to the port. A taxi and a few minutes to arrive at the residence. The staid owner remembered the woman had been over a month, always alone. He left the apartment because he had decided to move to another island but did not know which.
The name and particulars of the woman is adamant and shows up even minor details lets out anything. Given the professional look that you are taking the discussion, decided not to insist, he would try later with some labs that were not on the defensive, because in the meantime, the taxi came to the residence. Now we have to decide whether or not to disclose the existence of the paper found to have access to some information. The risk of being diverted to be returned is too large and decided to say nothing. Salt in his room, takes up the stories and analyzes them. There are hints at her physical appearance, must necessarily end up reading. It feels like a prisoner within those walls. The brain asks space, as if the new openness pretended an expansion of the crown to release its full potential. The bag thrown on the chair triggered the idea.
away from that place, away from memories faded by time. All antiques are carefully stored in some inaccessible cave. You must read every word and do so in peace. "Surely the port there are old fishermen
renting the boats!" Exactly what we need, a boat, his old way of escape and a source of tranquility. The second ring meets the driver who had accompanied him in the morning and after a few minutes already waiting for him in the street. He has filled the bag with the sheets, toiletries and a change. Surely he would not return for the night el'olezzo from Indiana Jones's shoes for years. Brings us back to Marina Corta, recalls have seen in a rental place. Choose an Open 495, a five meter's is more than enough.
Buy some 'fruit from a stall and cooler that has provided the lessee, throws some' bottle from the fridge that happens to a bar. Decide for two towels and a ridiculous costume Hawaiian. It gives a wonderfully fragrant coffee, black and boiling, and then part. You hear a child gray school. Took possession of his adolescent enthusiasm. It was not in his plans to waste so much time on the island. "Liquidate the family assets and returning." He repeated constantly throughout the journey. Now the idea of \u200b\u200btaking time for yourself and above all to return to
have a direct relationship with the sea thrills. A few maneuvers and should be free to seek a cliff and a little 'peace. Threw anchor in the cove first, free from intruders and pulled up the sun awning, took possession of the cushions. Street clothes. The temptation is strong to stay completely naked but has seen too many boats and small boats around. Thread the ridiculous trousers with sky blue on a white hibiscus. He can not restrain a smile at being self mockery. Would you take a dip like old times but the bag winks at an angle of magnetic paper and from those few inches, take a different decision. One minute to snap a fresh fish and finally stretch to take the bag and the parcel will select some with the word "Sappho". Start reading now.
The skin I like, I am delighted if I touch it. I touch turns to me and gives me a feeling of enlightenment for the soul. Mine is thin, has always had or to decide who I liked. Dermis with dermis, the contact r ivel possible implication in whole or in arid physical encounter. Key to enter the most remote in the den of my privacy. nude clash was almost an obligation. in the private room where I had some dark D TO the list of Enna mo, there were other lost it, but dealing with the exploration of her body had not given weight and attention to the composition of the small audience. The micro sheath dress I wore in lattex without underwear underneath, he had given the desired fruit. A few glances at the piece of meat I chose confirmed my hypothesis, it was just a great piece of meat and I tried just that. The contact was slight or . Almost imperceptible. I would not have even heard if he had not begun to fix something over my shoulder. The first reaction was anger, do not allow you to distract you while taking pleasure. Then the touch! Thin fingers, within hair, neck, The reaction was instinctive and immediate, arching the slave na closed my eyes, that's always was my weak point. Those fingers were touching it so slowly and lightness that I forgot everything. He noticed the new phase c excitement he had taken the game and continued enjoying the fruits. Opening my eyes I saw his hands on my neck with his arms forming a line that leads the eye directly to the breast. The polpast Tirelli continued the search for each receptor of my neck. I do not care who it is. I like it. I do not want to stop. The caress hair informed me that he was bowing. Came into my mouth accurately, without hesitation, a slight pressure in the neck provided an accurate input to accept them. I felt his hands come down from the neck to the shoulder blades and scroll past the armpits. A slow exploration. Skin on skin. From that moment
wind, the center of attention among the bystanders, wound marono the other two pairs because or sservare our slow and profound discovery was a show that would have filled thoughts erotic for a long time. I remember it as if it were now, I still triggers an impulse wave that shattered me in the brain. The skin smooth and warm, soft, silky a contact that no man can give. In the days ahead I thought about how find her, but the visits were to a private room my little secret. Sicur catkins model. Recognizing the gait, posture.
Each casting was looking in the book his face. In my work, the selection of girls for the fashion shows I was always bored. See offer passive bodies devoid of personality as a mass movement to Meba I was always nervous. Possible that those girls could not understand how their skin will play a high stakes game and that they only did that by green cloth. For some exciting time it was hoped that she turned the page to appear. The pace of life in the fashion world is so accelerated that qu el small pleasure was soon forgotten. Other bodies, other skins, other hands has passed away. Have no fresh meat in the sheets er to a problem. The choice of both men and women or even that was a problem. Find who still excites me really was. That girl I excited, stimulated, intrigued and distracted. His only thought. A once and I had entered under the skin. climb in the elevator to enter the apartment, as usual, takes the place without even looking at who is in the come with me. I hear someone coming down to my floor and a soft voice like a blast pronouncing my name. I already knew I would see that turning around. Was. I had found, she has sought and found me. Embarrassment. What a strange feeling. The embarrassment, I did not know how feeling stuck with me. The eyes are looking for a direct contact me but she denies it. "Asked me to come in?" suit and trying to breathe as lightly as possible open the door and the knightly reverence and irony do enter. Takes possession of every inch of my home by simply logging. It d iventa mistress, for every step I become a pastry. My hands rubbed the folder that I take home every night with the most secret documents of the office.
The music that is activated by the light fills the gaps between us with languid notes, Tracy Chapman "Baby Can I Hold You Tonight", coincidence? Baby can I hold you? The deep voice anticipates my thoughts. He moves like those familiar spaces. "Forgive me Is All That You Can not Say"
"Forget all this is that you can not say. " strange sensation, shyness, strange, disturbing. Any decision to implement an action blocked by a short circuit between the nerves. Tachycardia unintentional is a slight heat subcutaneous undermine the certainty that all I had until then made permeable to s entimenti. She moves me. Pulse flows in waves. I like the feeling. A glass of amber liquid in front of him to me. ! Words do not come easily " " Words are not fac ilmente. I finally have the courage to face her. A wry smile welcomes the lifting of my eye and not least my eyes laugh. "Maybe if I told you the right words" "Maybe if I told you the right words " Tracy This is me uneasy. He phrases suitable for my mood. "I've tried. It is not easy to get to you without going through the mesh of your secretaries. You are surrounded by women. I've seen all kinds of " heard of me playing out of tune. His voice puts me in fibrillation. Eventually the music will echo lla his soul, gives way to a synthesizer riff. Hypnotic and clear the atmosphere rotates slightly to make room for Brian Eno, By This River, known to calm me. Here, the soundtrack is perfect. The woman I want, I wish I was here and I become the wife of Lot, a pillar of salt. His eyes are the first to take leave and break the deadlock. Focusing on my mouth his intention to serve as food for the journey. takes my head in his hands and his tongue goes for a lighter touch in his mouth and gums, a clear message of how and what that language sounds like. The duel that follows is simple distillation of pleasure, her breasts pressed upon me. Crazy contact. The silk of my blouse enhances its softness. Empty, for the first time my brain is empty. Butterflies 
in belly! Here's what the fuck of my friends wanted those geese from girls. I've got butterflies in my belly! Laughter takes me all of a sudden. She turns away just to see me in the eye and try to understand the reason for that reaction. All I get back. I'm in love! I'm not going crazy or losing my lucidity. Just fell in love! That shit crazy. The grab her hand, just to stay in de stereotypes and bring it to the bathroom. Now she is following me meekly. My mere vigliosa hot tub, the ultimate in wellness at home cost me crazy but right now I do not want more. I see his surprise at the immense Jacuzzi, just installed. I open the water and began to strip, do not wear underwear for ever so it is fast three men she caresses the cold edge of the tub. He sits on the edge and slowly slips off the dress shirt in one motion. Although she did not intimate. I see in his eyes or maybe it is my desire that it reflects. Reach out my hand, I'm afraid to touch it, then touch his heat. Soft skin, alive and vibrant. Now it's my turn. The neck and the vein button that glimpse in his candor, m'indirizzano the precise point where to begin to explore it. My lips begin to trace paths guided by the beating, the thinness of the skin on my lips I can follow the lymphatic channels, to cause the spasm. Concentrically my hands each finger to the head that point. Contact hypersensitive just mentioned has made my fingertips. Between a groove and the other skin receptors have multiplied. The explosion is complete when she covers my hands with his. Slowly we slip into the water. Other stimuli, other sensations, the immersion of our bodies and our bodies. Her skin and the sight of my Sappho. "You, Blessed,
were smiling in your face immortal
and asked me about my new
suffer, because
again we invoke you:
what ever I wanted to happen
to my mind crazy. "
were smiling in your face immortal
and asked me about my new
suffer, because
again we invoke you:
what ever I wanted to happen
to my mind crazy. "
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