Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Genitals Male Animals
Pianist
Meet an equivalent for a woman to win a free ticket to the land of toys! Usually this is a normal man with the 'below, but with a huge ego. One likes to see women enjoy, writhing and mumbling to possess literally in his hands.
Sadistic in the right place and aware of its power to stop just before the time of the loss of the right of a woman beg to be continuing. I love them! Why 'got to a certain age', after trying a lot (never all) about sex, only one way to enjoy is not enough! could not miss in my collection, an exceptional pianist. Every so often comes to see me when he knows that I'm alone and bored in the office. Last week I decided that I deserved a reward after a long and exhausting period of work. So I took the morning off and I suggested to have breakfast together at my house. As per usual, ten minutes prima del suo arrivo manda un messaggio per avvisarmi, la prudenza non è mai troppa. La mia risposta è stata: “Troverai la tavola imbandita”. Non credo si aspettasse di trovarmi stesa a pancia in giù sopra al tavolo, nuda e con attorno una selezione di alimenti da potermi spalmare addosso. Panna, miele, yogurt. Oltre a qualche giochino per adulti e dei fantastici cubetti di ghiaccio fatti a forma di piccoli cilindri (secondo me chi ha brevettato quella formina, l’ha pensata esattamente per l’uso che ne ho fatto io, altro che “ghiaccioli per le bottiglie”!). Mi passa una mano lungo tutta la schiena, facendo terminare la corsa tra le mie gambe. Sono già maledettamente eccitata al pensiero di quelle dita, lui lo sa e se ne gongola. Mi allarga le gambe, comincia a stuzzicarmi le labbra, mi sta accordardo con accuratezza come il più professionale dei pianisti prima di un concerto. Mi spruzza un ciuffetto di panna su entrambe le natiche. Le lecca. La sua lingua segue il mio solco, fino a trovare la mia lava incandescente. Ci infila un paio di dita, finalmente! Il suo tocco è delicato, velluto che si insinua dentro me. Le lascia lì ferme, le allarga e le chiude. Le rotea attorno alla mia carne che fremere. Sono già in un altro pianeta, quello del piacere. Prende il ghiaccio, lo intinge in me e me lo porta alla bocca. Ne prende ancora e lo infila sotto, lasciandolo a sciogliersi al solo contatto with my meat. I get up and I sit on the table, his chair in front of me. Under my butt to a lake of melted ice and wet my cravings. One inch takes care of my clitoris, just supports him tremble, it is too exciting. He takes away, leaving time to recover. Back to just touch it. I lie, trying to control. It 's absurd I know, but that is my deepest pleasure. The first to be discovered when I was little, very small. What remains the favorite in the most private, "you alone in a room and the whole world out there," sang Vasco. He knows that he must be gentle. Deal of that pleasure is an art, as knowing how to do the tickling. It 's a growing, slow and smooth. The touch should be appetizing and never intrusive. Pats blow by his finger, my magic little button. Who is there to protect holed up in my flesh. They say that the clitoris is comparable to a small penis, with a sensitivity at least twice the upper the male penis. So be kind to him and I will be grateful. Circular movements, thinner and lighter until it thicken, throbbing with excitement. That's the pressure of my finger pianist becomes stronger, too much. My moans give the rhythm, as well as the tremors of my pelvis. It 's a crescendo of intensity, comparable to the pleasure of thrill that makes you get goose bumps all over his body when someone ran a finger down my spine. Only the thrill part from inside the crotch and spreads radially in you. And when the peak is reached and the pleasure has arrived, the touch goes back to being touched, slow. Is playing the best reverse charge ever composed. As soon as the convulsions began to subside and the beat of my heart tries to get back to normal, something rough, wet and warm embraces my pleasure, returning destruction. His language has come to take over the fingers, slowly descend to sneak inside me. A lash of pleasure makes me arch my back. He stands up to see me. I want to enjoy the ecstatic expression. Let your fingers still. Two, they are more che sufficenti. Lui sa che il piacere di una donna non è in un buco da riempire, ma in migliaia di terminazioni nervose che si trovano sulla soglia di quel buco. Le lascia unite e comincia a rotearle, facendomi impazzire di desiderio. Movimenti circolari e lenti, mi torturano piacevolmente. Non riesco a tenere fermi i piedi. Non riesco a trattenere i mugugnii, che diventano urla ansimanti. Ma quando penso di aver raggiunto la perdizione assoluta, quelle dannate dita mi riservano il più delizioso dei piaceri di donna. Ruota la mano, palmo in su e le dita si piegano dentro di me, cercando il leggendario punto g. Un piccolo lembo di carne spugnosa nascosta certamente da un creatore della vita oltremodo maschilista. Perchè non ha voluto granted too easily, so great a pleasure to Eve. With the tips, it touches me and then rub over the knuckles, not too gently. A blade heat penetrates me all. I must hold firm to the table, so the feeling is strong. The head is evaporated away, and with her sense of reason. They are totally his. Mesmerized by his ability to make me enjoy and followed him everywhere. Now I could give him everything! The back door of the ATM pin, and even deciding to marry him.
Well I do not exaggerate, what not. Never!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Brest Size Compasison For Men
Thorn Birds
I could not believe it was true! Tall man, handsome and kind known to the diving, which had become my diving companion in those holidays, he was a priest! I had even showed the PADI card, with photos in a cassock with a white collar! In the previous two days spent in the boat, gave me the impression of being a very cultured man. We ranged in topics both serious and humorous, but always with great intelligence and depth. I had not investigated the personal life. Frankly I was not interested. It was an excellent and reliable sub, polite and friendly above and below the water. For the rest looked like a park. Just off the boat greeted with a smile and disappeared until the next morning. I thought I was there with his wife and children. Instead, look what I discovered from the beat of a girl: "I commend both of you, not to replicate The Thorn Birds." If you had to be a way to discourage my intentions, had the opposite intent. A priest was missing in the collection! I gave him a wink of female stirred by surprise. He replied with the same signal, and lived as a man accustomed to these provocations of the tempter. I think he was amused by my reaction. Better than a psychologist familiar with the human soul and its weaknesses. At the bottom of the priests are only men who have taken a vow of celibacy, not chastity, in contrast to female colleagues. I know because someone like me, can not have studied in a Catholic boarding school, of course.
From that moment everything changed. The way to take off my clothes to stay in costume in the boat. The way to lie down next to him in the sun, asking him to rub cream on her back. The way to get help to close the zipper of the suit, asking him to be careful not to pinch. Everything was designed to seduce him. Provocations subtle, never vulgar. I was willing to crawl in his lascivious thoughts, as only a snake can. Father forgive me, because before long, I have sinned. And she with me!
The rule of the week off we all know. In the evening, ideal for achieving the goal is the day before departure. If all goes well, it remains a beautiful memory. Conversely, if the adventure of a night was a disaster, everyone returns to his home within a few hours, avoiding embarrassing circumstances you greetings. So I knew that tonight was the right one. I spent all day to throw and he loves to bite. Before I had figured out where I wanted to get and why. It was a challenge to those who gave way first. And because he was my prey, did not make a move. Had delegated to me the role of hunter and I used to and determined, we wallow. Arriving at the pier, before saying goodbye, I told him: "7 1 3 2 1 , "he asked ironically if it was my shoe size. "The first three numbers tell you where to find the last two and now I wait for you" I smiled and walked away. A fire broke out inside of me and something I went out, passing between his legs. Back into the room, I lay down on the bed to get some sleep, 'I should be fit for the evening. When I awoke it was late, missing an hour appointment and I had dined. I slipped in the shower, I turned the shaver quickly dried myself and chose what to wear. What flavors will have a priest? He was a measured, but the look of a man was fluffy, not a saint. I know that I had looked at the breast, swallowing watering that had flooded her mouth. Something neckline. White miniskirt with no underwear, shoes and top blacks. I left in a hurry to get something to eat on the fly. That evening, people look at me with more insistence. Maybe I exaggerated, her skirt is way too short. I thought. "Never mind, tomorrow they do not even remember them." Gobbled something and I returned to the bedroom. On the stairs in dim light, I heard footsteps come down to me. "I was coming to find you," said the priest, he stopped and smiled at me. I looked up and with all the nerve can be answered, "Or do you're running away with your tail between your legs, not to face the temptations of the devil?".
He took my hand and pulled me to him to give me a kiss. I turned to the side, I felt his tongue on her neck and whispered in his ear: "Let the bishops and theological questions concediamoci the pleasures of the flesh, irritating little woman."
I slipped a hand under her skirt and raised his eyebrow feeling the skin of my bare ass slid under his fingers. He pushed me against the wall, kissing me. He unbuttoned quickly and penetrated me there on the stairs. The whole resort was having dinner while I had to dip the left particle of a priest in my cup of desire.
The thing did not last long. To my great satisfaction, but not carnal mind. I managed to lose control of self to a man who had made his life's mission. But I was not satisfied, now I enjoy myself. I kissed him a long time. And then I told him to come into my room. He asked me to go to the bathroom. I left him quiet for a while, then joined him. He was surprised by my move, thinking maybe I could consider the matter closed, with the quickie before. Come and see, I took off my skirt, undid her bra, removed the top and stood naked in front of him. I went into the shower: "I wash my sin" and sensuality made myself wet by water, gently caressing the entire body. He stood looking at me hard. Petrified. The caresses became more intimate. Before him, a woman was touching in the shower. He did not move. So I went, I did sit on the toilet and sat on it. Soaked in the water, desire, inzuppai clothes. The took off my shirt, unbuttoned his pants and took out his flesh. I began to strusciami, making him shudder with desire. I think he had never even imagined that the devil could come to that! Rincarai dose, kneeling before him and to swallow. Only then will the force of a few minutes before he returned to make it hard. I knew that was not used to restrain himself, so I'm not devoted much we do not want to risk ending up too fast. I got up, and I turned her back to him, I sat on him, making him enter me. My hands clutching his knees and his my hips. So I stayed a few seconds. Then began my dance. Slowly, I concentrated on the rate of penetration. Five fast and slow, deep. Four fast and two slow. Climbing away, away until they become just an endless long drive inside of me. At that moment came, too. Remains motionless, exhausted and bewildered by how intense it was. I got up and left the bathroom, I heard the roar of the shower and after a few minutes, came up with the towel tied at the waist and dressed in hand. He left without saying a word. With a sense of guilt on his face. The next day, the usual return of the dies. Suitcases in the lobby, crammed buses, dusty roads. I looked in vain among the piers. I thought you were hiding from me, the witness of the deed done. Just get to the airport, emerged from a line of people, caught up with me, looked at me sweetly and said, "I left the priesthood a year ago. I'm sorry for your collection, but I am just a man. "
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Abrir Região Dvd Sony Sr200p
The train of desires (go backwards)
Because our time was to be cut out and lived in hiding.
Knowing that this moment was to be unique, we had not wasted a drop of that refreshing spring water, found in an oasis at six hundred miles from home. A night to remember and memorable. The next morning we woke up, we dressed and went to the station, trying not to show too much sadness that pervaded the soul. We had another six hours to be together, but not the intimacy of a bedroom, but in a crowded train full of commuters. Our bodies that had merged until a few hours earlier, they could not accept this new condition of separation, seeking stealthily at every opportunity. A gentle hand touched me, one leg remained stubbornly sat upon her. Physical contact remained virtually unchanged for almost all the way, increasing the frustration of not being able to return to again be one body. He has never been a man of many words but of action. The work he had chosen to do, reflected his character. One as he is called during emergencies, when is in danger. And we do not expect great speeches, but gestures and rapid assessments can save your life. That's why the first got off the train to get on the second, I said nothing when I made a sign to follow him until the last coach, who once became the first party. That half is occupied by the driver. He chose to let me sit in the front row, a wall plate in front and behind a few empty seats. We were alone again nell'incombenza to touch. Slowly the train left the station, to be immersed in an anonymous sequence of houses and trees rustling. I looked at him sitting next to me, we kissed with the same intensity as ever. Our kisses were not simple, but true statement of mutual and undying passion. I could not help myself and sat on him. My skin had its thirst. I wanted to touch me, I possess, I still penetrate. I could not imagine the feeling of longing for him, in places where it was not biologically possible emotions. And the frustration at not being able to do, added to the desire that flared up making me take risky decisions. I smiled, he looked at me as you look at a girl that you can not scold. The unbuttoned my jeans and stroked. I again want to beat her in my hands, eager to hear elsewhere. I lifted my skirt fluttering summer unfolding above him. Now I could feel it vibrate in my thighs. Me I did rub a bit 'on me, wishing me pervade his smell. My hand slipped furtively under her skirt, moving its way to his underwear and he found my naked flesh, hot and wet, ready to welcome him back. I remained so inert, for a few seconds. Then begins to rock, rubbing and moving slowly. Everything was flowing around us, the landscape on the windows, the compartment on the rails and he in me. In the ecstatic reunion of our bodies, we are not aware of the appearance of a man in a blue uniform. I do not know whether myopia or custom, took no notice of us and we were grateful that it did not stop our dance. We sat huddled in the long, one inside the other almost motionless, in total embrace, without wishing to culminate in the explosion of an orgasm, not to put an end to that pleasure even deeper. Only in the finishing straight, when everything around us became familiar, I decided to want to swallow the last drop of that magic moment. I crouched in front of him and pressed between his lips. The only contact of its tip on my tongue, it was enough to startle.
would call them obscene acts in public places. But I would call the cuddles of love in the process of awakening from a fleeting dream. I got up and walked to the next compartment, without saying goodbye. Without being able to watch. I did not want seeing those tears that wave the flag with impunity my feelings. The best farewell possible, there is one in which you said goodbye.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
• Types Of Labia
Three is the perfect number! The
I discovered over time that being a single woman who does not want to be alone, implies a certain commitment. Yes, because my mind you do not want but need.
I discovered over time that being a single woman who does not want to be alone, implies a certain commitment. Yes, because my mind you do not want but need. My buddies after a while, 'I say it is a strange kind of woman. A rare species.
A female who has sex like a man and would do well with the same frequency.
Plan with the definitions! Do not call me or I'll nymphomaniac every right to call each of you maniac.
But to satisfy my appetite a man is not enough. Wait, do not come here to conclusions. If I had a simle kind of boyfriend or something, I would do it enough. Although in the past phrases like: "I'm not a machine, I need my time, but you do not get enough?" often echoed in the bedroom, resulting in the instant end of story.
Così ho optato per una condizione di totale liberà. Ho già scritto che non rinuncerò mai a scopare dove mi viene voglia, quando voglio e con chi mi pare.
Però per farlo con la frequenza che desidero, ci vuole un gran lavoro di ricerca e selezione.
I periodi migliori sono quei magici momenti dell’anno in cui ne ho tre per le mani.
Ognuno di voi riesce a ritagliarsi almeno un paio d’ore la settimana, lontano da impegni di work, family, hobbies. If then maybe you are lucky to be working outside the home, two hours turns into a whole night.
And with three men available, the result for me is to get a few good moments of fun the week. I think the minimum wage, no?
Unfortunately I had to note that often times when my buddies are freer, coincide with each other. And often when you surmount the commitments, you can not be overcome anything. Except for rare occasions with great skill I managed to make it fit ... I mean the appointments, not men!
As that memorable summer evening in a pizzeria with a group of people with whom I share a passion. You know the classic pizza at the end of the course? Here, only the group that there were a couple of men who had teased in the weeks before and needless to say I had reserved a seat at the table so I could be close. "Come here, sit between us and within a few minutes, I found myself in the middle of the most classic of triangles. That only two of the three protagonists were not aware of. The tablecloth came down to the ground and luckily for me hid everything that happened down there. A plot of hands and feet that I struggled to keep separate. Luckily for me, one of them decided to get up and go to the bathroom, making me a wink of understanding for inviting me to follow him. How could I say no? I told another that I had to make a phone call, I walked away without giving too much attention and I went to the toilet. I did not have time to get a door opened and my friend grabbed my arm pushing me into it. Locked and pinned me with his back to goal. He put his hand over his mouth smiling, knowing that I usually hear at a distance when I'm having fun! I tried to concentrate and not to issue one breath, even though I knew it would be virtually impossible. He knelt in front of me, I lifted her skirt, moving her panties and began to torture me with his tongue. He was one of the best I have ever met. One of those who know how to make a mad woman. Do you know where and where not putting more pressure when licking and sucking when. Well I was in raptures. There was nothing on which to sit or stand, and then decided to grab my hips and getting tenedomi leaning against the door. He unbuttoned his jeans and I put it. It was the classic quickie. Which if done in a situation of danger has its own because the excitation due to the fact that they can be discovered, brings passion to the highest levels.
decided that he would come out first, and would join the group. I needed a little 'time to compose myself. Just out of the bathroom, my phone rang. It was the other! "Where have you gone? It 's a long phone call, eh? I'm bored and feel the desire to blast you, we're leaving? ". We looked! When too much and when nothing. I told him I did not want anyone to know of us, it was too soon. So could expect under the house, I arrived in twenty minutes. I went back to the table with a smile on his face. One of the two chairs was empty. I had taken at its word and ran into the car. So I had it all time to greet my friend calmly speaking the skill, without appearing too rude. I left saying that I had to get some friends to the disco and no one noticed anything. Got home, I found my friend at the door, full of desire. I told him that it was too hot and I wanted to take a shower. He came with me. He washed the smell of the other without ever imagine and I scattered his. Great great night!
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