Thank You Notes After Funeral

Waiting [the evening - 1 / 3] The cabinet

She stood erect and motionless as if petrified in the middle of this corridor hotel, awaiting instructions.

It was beautiful.
toe high heels, black stockings on her slender legs, short leather skirt, no bottom, remarkably transparent blouse leaving her nice tits and discover their spikes erect, hands tied behind his back with a ribbon of black silk blindfold over eyes. Vision
unusual and supremely indecent.

And I was slow to speak.
To take this moment to pick up the voltage to give an extra chance to probability to open a door to the corridor for a couple to get to some Parisian evening?
Yes.
But no.
In fact, I was enthralled.

This moment was magical and I could not let that stretch. I felt myself

duty.

A second? Two? Ten? Thirty? More?
Impossible to say.
time no longer mattered. The hourglass was blocked. Grains suspended in space refused to fall, and me as if I was the only creature moving this planet, I silently turned around my captive, I reveled in the show, I printed it greedily into my retina.
At the end (because there would have an end), I gave three knocks on the door 213.

We were about to enter ...

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She stood behind the furniture and welcomed all his guests a wide smile and a kind word for everyone. His old friend stood beside him nonchalantly, giving himself a smile to all those friends he had known for most.

Then she seemed to feel her skirt up her back. She took suddenly realize that there in front of everyone, but unbeknownst to everyone, he was about to commit some inappropriate knavery.

She frowned and was about to protest when a guest offered him her hand, her hand could only grasp eagerly.

The internal temperature of his body changed somewhat. S'empourprèrent cheeks, a tiny drop of sweat beading his mind to gently on his head.

Then a hand slipped between her tights and her skin following the shape of his sublime right buttock. His words of welcome began to get confused and look like a nondescript jam to the astonishment of newcomers.

A very old friend came, the pitch a little hesitant, agile eye.

"Oh Elizabeth!" said the young woman

"What er ... pleasure to see that you liked ... uh ... we could come up and in this heat! "

The old lady replied:

" In this heat? But it is rather cold, minus 10 degrees outside and the wind sweeps roughly our streets tonight. But indeed I see you well stained cheeks ... "

The man beside her had to move his hand to one buttock to the other.

" Ah! Er ... yes, is not it? The excitement ... er ... probably to welcome so many friends of course ... "

" And that to be very gallant company I think, "said the old lady in her most winning smile mischievous man before her, smiling as the man went with a light shade of malice that perhaps did not escape the guest?

...

This is a really great evening that begins, "said the man ...

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Deceiving

Vellini Our friend in a beautiful text entitled" existential question "on his Blog interesting questions arise on the side on the concept deception in relationships.

Some attitudes, a little naughty indeed come to inform this thinking ... or perhaps to obscure the future? Smile

Deceiving ...? Not deceive?

We fantasize about a man. Not deceive? ...

We spend time with him, we try mentally to its charm. Not deceive? ...

He stroked her back, it leaves a little hand on his shoulder ...

He massages the shoulders (the poor have a bad back and looks so uptight "), one puts his hand on his arm ...

It puts his hands in hers and said that is refrigerated and his hands are so hot ...

He puts his hand on your bare shoulder and is leaving him. Not deceive? ...

It takes you by the size stealth to help you pass the threshold of a door ...

He kisses the back of your hand quickly, we have a little chill in the back ....

He filed a kiss on the tip of each of your fingers ...

It grabs you gently by the shoulders of his strong arms and warm ...

It takes you in his arms to comfort you ...

You rest your head on his shoulder on his chest ... You

let you kiss her in the neck ...

You give him a light kiss on her lips and you walk out. Not deceive? ...

You kiss on the mouth, gently ...

You kiss on the mouth's kiss hard, you press your body against hers. Exquisite sensation guaranteed. Not deceive? ...

You kiss on the mouth, his hands roam and caress your rump ...

You kiss on the mouth, passionately, his hands roam and caress your rump ...

You kiss on the mouth, his hands wander over your body. Wrong? Not deceive? ...

You kiss on mouth, his hands wander over your body back and forth between your thighs, yours frolic a bit where they see fit ...

You are both naked in a sauna, you're lying on a towel on his belly and he comes and caresses your shoulders, back, legs and buttocks in delight, and he leaves. Wrong? Not deceive? ...

You are both naked in a sauna, you're lying on a towel on his back and he comes and caresses your shoulders, abdomen, legs and voluptuous breasts, and finally passes his hand gently on your crotch and he leaves. Wrong? ...

You are both naked in a sauna, you're lying on a towel on his back and he comes and caresses your shoulders, abdomen, legs and voluptuous breasts, and finally passes his hand on your crotch and you go gently, once, your fingers along her sex drawn. Wrong? ...

You're naked in your room, you're lying on your back on your bed and he comes and caresses you. You pet your lap and made him perform oral sex softly, face so tight that sex, then your request, you leave and you stay, dreamy, in your room. Wrong? ...

You're topless Topless at the pool. He just doing laps in front of you looking at you, smile, whenever he can. You ask him to approach. Your hand caressing his cheek beaded drops. Your lips join hers in a languorous kiss. You take his hand and gently drive in your room overlooking the pool. You're delightfully love. Wrong? ...

Deceiving ... ...

Well, fool, I never liked that word.

(Except for elephants)

And first, I never thought that someone could "belong" to another ... And

to deceive, we must hide, conceal, to lie.
What acts of little elegance.
But sometimes necessary.

It would be prevented from enjoying her body as we see fit. One would
promised to someone and therefore, the exclusivity would be a given, granted, even compelling, reasonable, socially desired, requested, required.
It feels good concepts that slip occurs.

And with that, a set of unspoken rooted early in the relationship, to sink into the ground, more and more inaccessible increasingly difficult to evoke, to unearth.
With the famous phrase "What? I no longer sufficient? "Of being deceived, outraged, hurt, realizing the lie.

As if a person was, naturally and without even talking, get to fill all the needs and fantasies about her boyfriend ... are there no
something absurd, against nature in all these beliefs, some
something that does not really hold up?

All this does not lead it to reduce man in the role we want it to play?
A narrow role, which is not to develop his personality, a role where one is longer with the company, not necessarily in its noblest goals, not necessarily in the most generous acceptance.

Should we accept this yoke and do nothing? So
Albert Camus, the rebel, said: "Happiness is the greatest conquest, the one we did against the destiny that is imposed upon us. "

The world does not win it to be more generous, more open?
The world does not win it to be especially more human?

win it Do not make longer trust the man to accept his instincts, even his primitive instincts.
this freedom, this ability to feel, to offer, to enjoy, to love I want to see given back to man.

And I believe that humanity requires, among other things, to move away slowly return to puritanism on all sides, crawling, gearbox, close to abuse even more serious, dangerous, which we currently attend.

So wrong? Not deceive?
Is that the problem in good terms? ... What

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