Why Is My Labia So Big?

Moments of meat

Here we are.

The loud music unleashed by those hoarse voices, guitars, hints of uncontrolled shooting itself in the amplifiers and the eyes look to what the flashing lights at a rock concert they decide to show.

He is behind me. I know all about him, or maybe I guess. I mean I just know it has a blue ocean in which to drown when I look at it. Do not even know his name.

But his hand back my conscious as my eye does not detract from the stage to enjoy these actions only through shots of perception. Her body close to mine. I have not worn socks, too hot. It 'took only a short dress with a pair of leather boots to evening.

His fingers pushed between my legs getting stronger, with increasing curiosity until they disappeared under the skirt of scampanatura. My body began to fluctuate according to the harmonies of his touch and no longer able to follow the music.

when suddenly seemed to have moved away and lost in the crowd, grab me the pulse and without a word leads me to the bathroom. She closes the door behind her key and let the world out of that threshold. His greedy hands grabbing every part of my body and his teeth button after button advance deeper into the neckline. I feel his tongue sliding down my neck while his legs are made with violence in my area. A stream of indomitable chills through my spine, following the footprints of his mouth. I bite my senses, gestures, and every groan insuppressible where my body is selling off a few dollars profit. I'm hitting the wall, loud, louder and louder as if through me completely, but kissing my cheeks and my lips with the sweetness of a flight of butterflies. Suddenly grabs my thighs with his hands and lifted me making me completely his, invading all my darkest moment of pleasure. Then some little strangled cry and a hug, an embrace of bodies but no souls. A smile and music, none of them had heard more, go back to echo in our ears.

I pass the mirror before leaving the bathroom and I sit on my reflection. Nothing to reproach myself.

Sex rips her clothes but only love will tear my heart out. And sometimes in life you make a choice.

I Have A Large Red Circle On The Tip Of My Tounge

We Prostitute

We, the student entrepreneurs scavengers

We, bankers, teachers carers

We, men and women

We, the elderly one day were young

We

We all

we opened her legs, eyes, heart, hands, arms

selling off our blood at least once in their lifetime

in their own way

each for his reasons

And secondly

there was always someone

lying on the bed of our weaknesses

We

us all

one day we're prostitutes

prostitutes walking on the edge of our existence

Save this speech the children?

Well, one day they too will be adults

Small Black Particles In Urine

endless nights

Dear world,

giustappunto I was thinking about you. I'm on my balcony and savor the scent of autumn in deeply peeping between the trees. The colors of the sky make me dream, it seems that someone has dipped the brush in the rainbow and has dive rtito to paint a white canvas. Should I smile in front of all this, I turn the pages of my life and thank the star that has allowed me to get here and witness such a spectacle. But I begin to pull up the zipper of my sweatshirt because the sunset is beautiful but the pleasant breeze is creeping a bit 'too much in the folds of my dress. Take a deep breath, my eyes fixed on those last rays of sunlight are making room for the stars and I take the phone in his hand.

Menu-Messages-Type:

hug my pillow and pretend I hold you tight to me.

listen to the silence of the room and I flatter myself to feel good night from your voice.

close my eyes, I fall asleep and I flatter myself to sleep with you

And in an instant without too many questions because you know that wonderful painting that opens before your eyes suddenly seems dark and empty and without emotion.

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Meat calls and horns meet

is often enough to have a chat with a 'friend to be shocked.

Then the nurse felt that if the single the doctor is married, the newly newlywed couple that are separate holidays with their "friends" (beware of words "is like a brother to me, is like a sister to me, I could never do anything") that betrays boyfriend, that is the rendez-vous with his mistress in the same residence where it will go on holiday with his girlfriend, wife cornifica her husband, the husband cornifica his wife, becomes the chief secretary, the boyfriend goes to play football and come back with the shirt that smells of Jean Paul Gaultier pour Femme, she goes to have coffee with friends and when he returns your phone receives a text message "was amazing!" ... maybe the coffee was 100% Arabica!

So you think you are telling the last episode of Beautiful that you never saw because you were at work. But no. Surprise! The meat and the horns call response times are far from where the poor old deluded Venditti asked: "How do secretaries with glasses by lawyers to get married?" And someone today say: "Getting married?? Did you mean fuck. " Well maybe.

There is no morality, there is no ethics, there is no religion. But the question arises: is there anyone that you save? And here I would answer all at once ... but if I I I meet all ce'è not so then nobody in the world that betrays! So here's something that does not work! I do not add up!

twisting anyone was wondering for a long time at least to understand why. In the hit parade of the most popular are:

-It was a moment of crisis in the couple;

-I did not want, I swear I did not want to do it. I had a moment of weakness, but I love the person I'm immensely (a moment of weakness? Oops, well I had not felt in the loop forces and I have done all the work colleagues!)

-We pause for reflection, we were not together (well, in fact, is reflected in the company!)

-I drank (poor star, had no capacity for discernment, I must do it well and when I do I lose lucidity payable apartment!)

-Please forgive me. It 'happened, I do not know how, I swear that will never happen again. For me there is only you (you and me an army of people that you did!);

-I had a crush (seee you then ... I do fine and I remove points from driver's license!).

Pay attention to me, abandoned all rhetorical chicanery psychological and convince yourself that it is only ever a single cause: sex, sex, sex! At the base is always just that!

Here is no exception no man or woman who is the staging post horn is always the same. This means that we must look away from everything and everyone? Not really. Coming down from Olympus to immaculate and now disillusioned fairy size where we locked the solution is simple: life is one and instead of looking back, shoulders giriamoci, give a kick to / to our / partners and we repeat to ourselves that death of a pope he "does" (in every sense) another ... or maybe even more than one ;-)

If who's reading is on the other side and that of those who betray, well then I call into question my grandmother who, in different contexts, of course, said "it is not the shit covered fly"!

My advice before you leave to traitors and betrayed? Here it is: what is sown is harvested, always!

Ps. I'd be curious to know your experiences ... just four chatting with friends and to avoid having sgam online stories are also welcome in anonymity!