Anxious Flattery
Hope it should be lived, not just sweat that falls somewhere after they make love. Perhaps sweat tissue or expands instantly erased and lost. Hope appropriately maintained. He grew up. And she was treated well. So when you grow up what to do with? Would not it be harder to bring something big? If you can not carry, you can carry it along as the old saying.
Sure they have hope? Perhaps never has. Both have. Shall have?
Not if they have sex without love is real. But who love debating if the brain only thinking how to achieve the ultimate orgasm that time.
Who would not be tired if you build expectations, dropped, build it again, let down -drop is destroyed again, build a more hopeful again. The woman kissed the man slowly. He memorikan scent, dent the sake of the curve, and every niche he could enjoy himself in the memory. That later if miss an endless, he could celebrate with his night when the man was not in the side. The woman cleans her body with still panting breath.
"Do you love me? " Asked the man.
The eyes of the woman looked at him intently. Similar to sending a packet message containing the joy once anxiety. Especially of love is transformed into a noose. The more love is attached, the stronger the love gnaw. If love was a dip, it is increasingly suffocating snares. As for the woman , the time is terpelik and thrilling. Time published the most classic asked.
"Is there hope for tomorrow is still occupied?
Will tomorrow there is the promise to be charged?
Can tomorrow there is still the man to have? "
Uterus never argue about who little whiz-whiz who successfully broke sturdy throne waiting shyly. You can not doubt if 'out' first . But what if caught in a love more ?
"Yes . I love you more deeply. "
Suddenly he was questioned something that makes women silent.
Can not you make me quiet for a minute?
Inner woman. I was tired upset. I 'm tired of the disappointment and fury but still had kupendam so as not to overflow.
Even the man had never dared to finish 'in the'. any comfortable as they make love, she was too afraid to accept the risks that knows what it will be. While the woman combing her hair, smiling bitterly .
"Naturally it if I scared? You never know what's going on inside me, just as I never know what will happen in your heart. Is not it the same?"
Said the woman wearing her clothes back.
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If this is just a comfortable, no need to ask questions, so I'm not going to think we did not expect.
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