Why Is My Cervix Still Hard

Valentine's Day ...

FIRST STEPS ...

last three weeks he Mataitai
This woman trapped, poor hake ... The analysand
from head to foot,
rush hour in the bus shelter.

haughty bourgeois of the 16th Sunday best,
Although the rolled Greluche ...
Under his false airs, she did bend
The poor guy, Mr. Trucmuche!

It does not yet emerged from the mouth of Jupiter,
probably stuck deep in a womb ...
The stories repeat themselves, look for it ... In his
plastic, it had nabbed the virus.

The Saint "tin-tin, both knew,
Diabolical loneliness! It was high time, they finally noticing it!
good point! Hard to plan, meet ... Damn! Would they be left alone, to masturbate ... Of these
itching, cravings, dare say, break the blockade.

The sky was low, it pleuviotait in February 14.
What words would he begin his spiel?
He said his desire to know, but also the honor ...
Dare finally embracing shake his paw strongly!

If words in his mouth gagged, he found the emergency door ...
more traditional, conventional! Some roses wrapped asparagus,
Calls to the restaurant, breakfast, jewel, last resort!
But it was not as rich as Croesus.

Was he finally décoincée his mouth, daring to speak
Or he forgets the horrible process? The
compliment: his lips by greed, his tongue go ... More
obstacle or cloud, not a single cumulonimbus cloud.

The large crowd began to flood the evening sidewalks.
To overcome his shyness was there that day, recited the Angelus three times
The loving heart in this space-celebration, jubilation and hope battering? Keep
finally spittoon, to admit that her ass, his eyes bandaged it ... He said, yes adamant!

Softly - two meters away - came close to halting steps
From its beautiful, free flower, neither present at any moment ... fearing the fatal collapse.
He confessed his desires now, even more than his feelings!
But still thought he shy, clouded in doubt ... Had he been that I plusses?

happy to see him found his boldness, despite some stuttering ...
To have in front of it rather than a minus armed with his skinny cactus, but a real gus!
He took her hand, stroking, placed it on her breast ...
In his parted lips, the sweetest smile ... No grin.

End of Part One

MICHEL

Part

In my eyes tenderly laying his lips sliced, sensual, yet frightened
Happy finally, for once not to have taken a log ... Me
left of his mouth, but also his body, to revel
hadst before that other people the same idea, me pic ... accourusse!

This place, where we were stuck between desire and we desire to enact
Moult caress without prying eyes, had become a stumbling block.
Go to another place more discreet, fiercely sensual pleasure ... surrender,
Do not be mere puppets of our impulses motionless, frozen, up like ostriches.

We kissed, my modest extension to the arm holding the size ...
For underground parking out of sight uncertain, left this small bus stop
With our desire to let our bodies for pleasure, enjoyment yell 'ouch' ...
Being lovers of night, love fleeting, not easiest teddy bears!

Tenderly, against a wall between two cars, body tight lips glued
forget our disposable life, daily disastrous finally stumbles all ... Let
hands alone run their ramblings to our chairs for a night among the mountains, erections, grooves ...
him to leave my beautiful, free choice of his actions towards my blister that showed up arrogant in its hood.

caresses caresses our beings are cast, chained, unleashed, without injury. Just
and beautiful harmony of sounds and cries of love together, as from a Stradivarius ...
lively gestures, playful, a beauty, lightness combined, sometimes slippery ... but never hard!
Flight of my mind the first image of the woman somewhat austere baluchi! Present to my sides, my venus.

Enjoy our senses, dare our bodies, not to think that next disillusioned ...
Not to put our names down a sheet, Fuss Does papyrus. Enjoy
, carpe diem, as of this moment so pleasurable, addictive
Before the bell rings on us, tough sentence ending our combat ... Terminus.

Kneeling before this beauty was constantly watching me, his fingers caressing my hair and light
He slid her panties silky, embroidered, erotic desire, but in my eyes Fanfreluche simple!
Discover beautiful pubic hair housing the object of my desires, the den of pleasure so often dismissed ...
My lips, my tongue in that Eden had asked him providing the most tender cunnilinctus.

hard nipple, body trembling in convulsions, his enjoyment is not made no wait ...
footprint of her nails on my body became less pressing.
making me sit up, her long fingers froze on my shaft, then tucking touching passage foreskin
Wedding veins of the limb, down, up ... her mouth was soft! Emotion, radiating to the rise of pervasive pleasure, one word would escape from my mouth: suck!

MICHEL