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“You didn't have to worry” I said, when your hands left my shoulders. My fingers shook to take your hands and put them on me again, but I kept my hormones crossing my fingers behind my back. “ I know how to dress alone, you know.”He laughed again, without humor, but gently. He seemed like the perfect mix between roughness and kindness, a junction of distinctions. In the same way that his appearance would never catch my attention, although his gestures were exactly what he sought to feel in a man.“ Arrange “ he said. “ I'm sure my friend wouldn't let her if he wasn't here for a bigger reason than fun.”The feeling of being someone worthy of pity hit me. Looking at the man again, I realized that the darkness in his eyes had withdrawn, and in place was only convenience, as if talking to me was a duty for his interruption. He probably still believed that I was a prostitute. Even if I had not denied the thought, there were not so many reasons to continue clinging to a vague idea.I raised
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My lips were still tingling by the raw contact of the flesh swollen by the excitement in my tongue, and I slid my nails in his groin, studying through my eyelashes the way the veins of his body throbbed below my fingers. I moved my hair away from my face and mounted it on his lap, using one hand to fit our bodies and the other to support my weight against his sweat-so wet chest. He gasped, snapping his lips in a suggestive way. My movements were slow at first, just what was necessary for your cock to slip slowly into my entrance.He dug the most protruding parts above my hip, regulating my back and forth movement. I gave myself to the feeling of warmth and satisfaction, moaning the false commands so that he reached my right point. In the position I was in, I had control of the situation, but his cold hands distracted me somehow, almost causing all my horniness to be reduced to a big nothingness.Impatient, I stretched out my hands and hit yours on the metal headboard on my bed, holdin
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When I moved the pillow away from my face, shaking my hair with the movement, I noticed that the man had broken. I hadn't even asked for your name before bringing it to my house and having sex in my own room. If I still lived with my father, I was sure that he would skin me and the man who would shudder my walls with loud moans. However, this was not the case.I slipped out of the sheets, unintentionally turning in front of my closet with dark doors, where a mirror was located in the center of the sliding doors. My eyes descended to my tanned and reddish skin, and a shadow of disapproval had appeared above the greenish color in my irises, as dark as a moss.It can be said that for someone with such high self-esteem, it was easy to admire their image in the face of a reflection. However, my face was different from what I used to feel, so I tried to avoid the mirrors. I didn't look for long, and when it was strictly necessary, I didn't see in a true way. I just did what I needed and sai
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I sat next to Kendall on one of the metal stools with black seats, crossing my arms on the table. I noticed the soslaio look that my father threw at me, but I ignored it, looking at the top lamp lit against the dining table.Stefan Turner, always known as daddy, was a man of principles. Even after his failed marriage, his not so well-known books and months supporting young people in his work as a teacher, he was still an old man, and with that I mean that he failed each of my decisions. He didn't rule me, he never tried to play such a role, and maybe that's what boosted my indomitable instinct. However, I could see in his enviable dark blue eyes the size of his inconformation.Like every self-respecting father, he wanted the best for me. And the best thing, definitely, was not to go out with several different guys and stick them in my legs. I knew how shameful it would be for him to teach men who have already had sex with his daughter, but it would be difficult not to receive a trial
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My father was also dancing, but his type of dance was so strange that I preferred not to face it for a long time. He shook only his head and shoulders, his gray hair shaking madly and his shoulders in a shrug movement. Tristan wasn't dancing, he had been looking at Kendall all the time. I could have sworn seeing his eyes shining. I immediately recognized that the sentimental aura that involved them was taking shape again."Come here, my bear. " Kendall called Tristan with one hand, while a new song played on my cell phone.Tristan didn't wait for another invitation. He approached Kendall shaking his plump body and pulled her with one hand. Kendall approached dancing sensually, holding one of Tristan's hands and swinging the other to the rhythm of the song. He turned her and almost so fast, held her close to her body and she laughed. My father poked me with the spatula."I wish your friend wasn't so blind..." he whispered when I looked in her direction. I also wanted to...But who was
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"Maybe your thing is to write about real things," Kendall spoke with his mouth full of chocolate. His fingers lightly surrounded the corners of his lips, being sucked soon after. "Do you know those biographies that people want to write, but don't know where to start? You can be the person who knows how to use words to shout what the world pretends not to hear."It's no use, Keny," my father murmured, spiteful. "Your friend thinks that being a writer is as stupid as paying attention to the family that stayed on another continent.I laughed sharply, moving away from the closet to have space. "I'm not ignoring anyone, if that's what you're insinuating.He didn't move.“Your sister calls every day."For me, she doesn't turn on," I shrugged, recovering my cell phone on the counter just in case. "You could accept the fact that no one in that country cares about our existence. It would be less ridiculous, Dad.My father sighed, looked down and began to unroll the dishcloth in his hands. "Don
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The sound of Joan Lett burst in my ears, and my breath snored in my chest, as the street complained below my running shoes. People and landscapes were just blurs against the wind that kissed my face, wrapped my body like an icy cocoon and removed any trace of insecurity.When we run, we get rid of every bad thought. Running by itself is the best method to relieve a sentimental weight. The feet collide with kilometers of pure concrete, separated by thin shoes with springs. Breathing becomes interspersed, so we need to change the way we breathe. Even if it was in the middle of spring, the month of March was still very harsh, melting the winter ice and rising the icy steam on our faces. It was the heat of adrenaline in my veins that reduced the feeling of cold.“ Yeah me... "I sang my favorite song, alternating between jumping and running even faster.I threw myself between the passage in which the trees formed an arch, closed to the sun, and open to the loved ones who took pictures agai
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"I'm not a submissive! "I emphasized, tightly closing the duckling curtain of the box.Kendall opened the fragile plastic, crossing her arms against the wall tiles. "I didn't say it was, I just said it would be nice to try something different because of my feeling.My best friend broke into my apartment shortly after dinner was ready, and didn't give me privacy even for a shower, claiming to be too excited and that I would forget if she didn't tell me what she wanted immediately. I was shaving my legs at the last minute, all because I forgot to make an appointment at my usual spa, and that's when she had the audacity to include me in her plans for the night. I had to take extra care when I slid the razor on my ankles, trying not to lose the firmness of my hands when listening to another of Kendall's genius ideas.I laughed. "Another vision? "I focused on the massage I did on my hair with the thick shampoo. " Like the one where you said you would hit the lottery numbers, based on a dre
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