I got into the forbidden blood in the form of mantras dream written down gradually, as an everlasting rain advice coming from the lips of all my wives. They taught me to measure my hope, to define my dreams, my illusions cut into strips to pour into the soup fool of everyday life. Being a woman was more like a decalogue than a privilege. I promised certainties. They offered me protection. And so my mother became the mafia of my soul and my sisters in the voices that pointed out to me. You, uh, you, do not be yourself, be other, more modest, more docile, more decent . I fear your father, your brother's reputation, the morale of your husband ... crawl to swim, say yes to everything and will save your name, but means nothing, but not owned. Do not look at your body, do not look, do not feel it, feel no desire, do not have fantasies, do not you become a slut, a vicious, a pervert, a whore. Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, dirty ...
broke my mouth sheathing silence me, but finally, I never fought back. And nailed my will to fear and night.
But there is something to be done. Die, and if possible, die many times.
then follow, but you arrested. Follow, follow that impulse, that desire, the life that beats within.
Because there is something wonderful in my blood. Something I love. My Goddess .
She whispered to me in song, softly, like a small breeze. Dance, sing, laugh, write, scream, tremble. Fuck. Sigh me in those breaks to give the cry for breath, for breath, pain in the confusion when trying to prosecute or seek an outlet to empty when you sense that there is something beneath your own skin, waiting, dormant. And filled my head of banned words without knowing that there is something inside me that overflows. Bursts.
Flying, crying, laughing, painting, fucking, eating ... to be ME. Wake up. PASSIONATE. Giving up the ass cold.
weeks ago I do not know you. I know that somehow I hope I do not know why, but I know. I like to leave me alone. My ball. And I like to leave you alone. This is best when we agree. But I miss you. Many times. Some.
Still occasionally phone me. A time to talk to you. Sometimes to hear anything else. To hear how I wear. To hear and breathe when you talk like that.
phone rings. Your voice tells me you're horny. I feel so in love distance. Although you can not fuck. I leave all these feelings in a corner inside me. And I do go out all at once when you see it. You know.
- princesina Hi How are you? Alone? - Holaaaa Where are you? Are you here? Yes I am alone ... - Nooooo, I'd be fucking alive and beautiful ... - Mmmmmmmm, who have a heart defect, you know I love - I love your pork roll " what, do not go today? - not today, today I wanted to be of quiet, but you put a tequila and what tertiary. - the cock you put me, for you played with it.
imagine your face. Imagine how your cock up as I say that. Hear me sigh. You smile. I know. I'm seeing in my head and I know that smile you bastard.
- uffff I'm dying to eat it, to kiss, and eat that cock and then kiss again. - Mmm how you I love it!
up hear as the rhythm of your breathing.
- You's are playing now? Yes? - Am I going to eat a whole? - ask me voice trembles as you - Sure, all the way, to fuck her throat. - Damn beautiful! - I imagine there on all fours between your legs and sucking my mouth, my knees and ... - Fuck that vision ... - ... kneeling in front of your cock, you sat down and my head between your legs ... - Have you been wearing the boxer? - If - Then take her out first one hand and I licked the tip, I sucked the bud, just the tip mmmmm
you feel my excitement . I know. I hear you sigh and gasp as I speak. And I also hear ...
- you page a little, at first slowly, faster then you pulled the boxer ... yes, I love the noise it makes your dick, that noise while pajeas you while you mmmm ... page - yeahhhh, clickety clack ... - After me approached your cocoon and I feel small licks to smell, how to open and warm, with these drops of milk out .... mmmmm - I have it hot for you, almost beats alone. - pajeándote But I, with my hand and my tongue, I spend my tongue around your tail up and down, I give small bites .... - I love you bitch you put - I am tempted to put it between my boobs ... - as I put fox Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm - I magreo tits with your dick, I'm a bitch and get my tongue while moving up and down between my breasts and I lick your asshole - Fox morning I catch a plane and eat it as well! - Up and down, mmmmmmm, I have the pussy wet thinking about it, do not know how good you slip out in here, would be lovely to see your cock disappear inside my pussy, as slowly drained out again soaked me, will you hear?
I put my fingers in my pussy and back out again, quick, my ring finger to hit against my pussy wet, I'm getting warmer ...
- Uffffffff - Then I pajeándote comiéndotela and under until the eggs ... - only you know myself well - the mojo ... and you right, I licked them a and again, I suck, you move them a little shot of them and, while with the other hand I pajeándote cock, bang, bang, bang ... fuck - What image pussy! - ... I feel you writhe with pleasure, and that's the best of everything, then I stick my dick in my mouth again ... - I'm about to cum girl ... - ... even in the whole, to feel like your bud moves to the back of my throat and I move my tongue, I can hardly breathe, mouth flooded with saliva and your cock, grab your hips with my hands and my mouth alone dedicated to your cock ... - The host ... see your face ... - ... and my eyes looking at you, looking as you like, I feel your cock throbbing in my mouth, my pussy is twisting down there, sorry, acting alone, dripping for you ... - Ufffffff - And when I feel you're going to run ... - I'm going to run ... - then stop for a moment, just a moment you stare and I mamándote, again and again, again and again, while I hand pajeándome pussy as I'm doing now ... ahhh my pussy squeezing my fingers ahhh
hear me breathing very excited, we cachondísimos the two, you pajeas and as I speak I have my fingers sinking into my pussy. Hear me moan with pleasure. It makes you crazy ...
- uffffffff cute ... I run ... I run in spurts ... ... - So I open my mouth, and you water my face and mouth your hot milk, you bastard, your whole milk for me, all you taste my mmm
I hear you cum, sigh, groan, rapid breathing, I'm about, almost, almost ... I'm so hot ... I need to cum ...
- Damn how you put me pig! - ... continue licking your cock, towards the end of your orgasm and give a lick and the other to your milk, mmmm very good very good your cock mmmmm mmmmm
My fingers are still in my pussy masturbating, turbos and more, your voice ... your gasps ...
- That bitch you are beautiful do you still playing? Still beautiful ... Touch your clitoris, wet your hand with his tongue and put it on your pussy, and rub it well ...
hear me moan
- So and do you like princesina eh? If I were there I was going to be fine. I stood up against the table and fuck you from behind. I grab their hands and would nail you like an animal cock pant How beautiful! I do not know if I like cum or hear you as you run ... you ... putísima
hear my breath, my hand hits the clitoris with the base of the palm and my fingers in and out over and over again, I feel it coming, like a shiver through me ... huge ...
- I run, you bastard, I cum ... - Mmmmmmm ... I was dying to hear how you run, there is nothing better, cum, cum taste ... My panting flood everything, your voice, your phone, our desire, I squirm, moan, cry ...
... We sat in silence listening as we breathe ...
- Do you know a thing princesina? - What?
back to stay silent. You know I like to be heard as well ... just ... breathe
- The next time you call, I be there, just around the corner ...
not stop raining. Someone once told me that the Inuit have many ways to describe snow. Here there are countless forms of rain. And all bring some nostalgia. I like to feel protected while it rains, it sometimes seems that the world is going to fall, the rain beats against the panes sturdy and keeps the wind roar, seem to be screaming or trying to warn of danger imminent, may, there are many dangers out there ...
Al Eye Lord I've found today in the bakery. It is a very normal guy, tall, slim, has a beautiful big eyes, but timid, barely say hello. He lives opposite me and watching me for months from his window. So what of Mr Ojo . I like him, seems a good guy, makes me very tenderly his shyness and much trash as I observe, so do not hide it. To pick up my loaf of bread I bumped into him and felt a shock when he felt his embarrassment, that way of looking down, to apologize, to feel hot and almost blushing. Looks a little perverse. Shy, gentle and perverse. Bufff, tremendous cocktail, I can almost feel the alchemy of that potion up through my veins and my blood mixing. I could not stop smiling and he smiled at me too. I know I never will go to me.
This afternoon I was alone. I prepared a bath, although I have not put up much time in hot water. Strangely it's hot. Rain and warm. It seems that we tend to the tropical climate. I have dried and I went for some clothes, but to go down the blind I've seen. Staring from a discreet and prudent window loneliness. I've smiled and I've made a hand gesture by sending you a kiss and was hidden behind her curtain.
I think he has gone while I served a drink in the kitchen. The holidays always bring me a surprise, a Sailor Jerry was one of them, a rum and vanilla and caramel aroma. There are subtle pleasures, like the tinkling of ice in a glass. I have shed a third of rum and I've been to the bedroom. I lied in bed and let my room shine Mallow and rum. I grabbed an ice and I put in my mouth. The cold has flooded me like they just open the door to Alaska. I have endured. I hate the cold, but I loved the feeling of resistance. I felt the piece of ice melting on my tongue, burning, filling ice cream flavor in my mouth, dripping Frosty sap on it. I removed the ice and I've gone through my body. He was cold and heat. Slipping through my nipples are erect hauntingly. I knew he was admiring my breasts erect behind the curtain. I have placed so that if I decided to come out of hiding, could see, but at the time could look me in the mirror in my room, spectator of myself and observed the same time.
I looked in the mirror and I'm not sure if the influence of the rum or my ability to auto-suggestion, but I thought it was me and him at the same time. A woman hot, steamy, beautiful, full of passion, life and sophisticated one, ambiguously accompanied by Mr Eye gaze and shyly with him. I have tried to merge with my passions, to empathize with that strange that I am, play to guess, to be another ... to be me at the same time, be him and me screaming my pleasure and delight to him ... The mirror me back somewhat uncertain but eerily beautiful. I knew he was watching me from the unseen, from his corner of perversity and abundance. So yeah, then he has been with me to the depths.
I have become very sow. My hips never stopped moving, slut, show her how I felt, how close he felt. I got my tongue lewdly and I soaked my tongue with saliva and with the same lust that I rubbed my pussy devil spit and desire. All for him, my pussy open for him. All my dirt, my own filth getting the rhythm of my hips and my lust. I know where he was seen or, at least, I imagined my pussy shining, full of joy and excitement, groaning with the laborious act of giving pleasure, my fingers up and down, pinching, groping, rubbing my clitoris, penetrating my pussy , bang, bang, bang, slut , shaking like a worm, zaca, zaca, zaca , autofollándome in a fit of myself, devouring greedily, towering fever, caught up in my fingers and my drunken delirium ...
No more dirty, more nasty, more a bitch than I was when I masturbate. You find me and something very deep and hidden inside me. Something really mine. And everything I've given him. Because yes, it caused me and wanted me, for giving me the win. My pussy was opening before him and to myself in the mirror. Beating like an oyster to die, slippery, broken and bright, with that penetrating odor of the ocean abyss, with the impudence of "All" between my legs, swelling and pain as something beautiful, no doubt red, deep black, inexhaustible mine. My fingers in my pussy, enjoying some of my hand on my clit, getting to me, part of my fingers entering me like him, first one finger, then two, then it could put almost my hand inside my sex in a paroxysm conceived from the outburst.
My pelvis rose into the cosmos, I know he looked like I was watching myself in the mirror reflection of that dark, like a fucking worm hole devouring me to myself, beating myself in my temples, making that I was the head. He launched a sidelong glance towards the window and I've shown as a sacrifice. His figure reached across the window, his hand completely covered his cock and moved to the rhythm of my hips. The glossy and stiff saw before me. For a fleeting moment and imagined fucking me. I do not fuck me. It fucked my mind, my impudence, with all my fucking win. And he obeyed my commands like a doll as an artifact of my burning, sometimes like you do with your cock or your pussy, with your imagination, up and down, follandoos to nothing, or my fucking image, or my words, or obscenity penetrated my pussy as excited, limp and incontinent which may comprise Putiferio the world. So I felt, so I felt. Shaking as a sticky, lumpy wish I stuck to the skin, such as pitch, like a secret that you are unable to let go, wallowing in the mud of my indulgence.
I've raced with her image before me as if I held his cock with my fingers and his sperm sprout from the mirror, as if I were a being hermaphrodite a mating frenzy, with my own image fixed on the retina, writhing like a beast in heat, rubbing her pussy filled with fluid and gurgles, and hundreds of images in my head of the leaflet or other fucking me, fucking me yourself, I did not care, I just wanted to feel the pleasure of giving pleasure, granting to the task of surrender and melt into a single enjoyment, perfect, mine. Myself and the world. Myself and with him, covering his infinite abandonment and mine ...
My neck throbbed with delight when I looked out the window last time I had run twice and I know that floated like a pig in my lust and fluids from my pussy. I felt a tenderness insurmountable, panting like between my lips, my pussy pounded and stirred me with him, his hand holding his phallus, his mouth ajar moisture from the rain on the window ... and we met in the mirror, without other knowing we are safe solitude and silence.
