V irginia opened his eyes , stretched, stretching. He felt around the bed. He smiled, inspired deep the smell of their man in the empty sheets. On the floor, a trail of burning candles; losiguió through the hall to the bathroom where they multiplied. The bath, with warm water, the invitabaa immersed in a relaxing atmosphere flavored with lavender.
on the table attached to the tub waiting for a small pipe filled with marijuana, a bowl of strawberries, a cooler with a bottle of champagne and a glass. Smoked, ate and drank. Introduced hands in the water searching for the caresses abandoned shortly before and remembered the last image of Henry in the big mirror in the room. It was towards him, stopped millimeters away. Determined, stretched open hands resting in the mirror. His fingers sought to extend into infinity enclosed by walls the bedroom. He took a little more, felt her breasts penetrated the magic of thick glass as if it were water, your hips, thighs and legs followed. He slid into the mirror without cross it, remained in its dimension. In the waning edge of the moon shone in the reflection away from Henry. He was and she was and was two and was only one. Strange complicity that permeates the senses. Could touch your skin and feel cherished, embraced him and felt embraced, kissed and felt the taste of your kiss, inhaled the smell of her lust and believed nosed, closed his eyes and heard the whispers in his ear that he would said. Libo their gender and perceived the joy of being licked. Was found in a stage extolling tantric union of opposites at all levels, from the cosmic to the smallest. Experience that the men and women are mirrors of divine energy.
A light violet color of female sexuality-
faded leaving behind all that little moment of eternity.
on the table attached to the tub waiting for a small pipe filled with marijuana, a bowl of strawberries, a cooler with a bottle of champagne and a glass. Smoked, ate and drank. Introduced hands in the water searching for the caresses abandoned shortly before and remembered the last image of Henry in the big mirror in the room. It was towards him, stopped millimeters away. Determined, stretched open hands resting in the mirror. His fingers sought to extend into infinity enclosed by walls the bedroom. He took a little more, felt her breasts penetrated the magic of thick glass as if it were water, your hips, thighs and legs followed. He slid into the mirror without cross it, remained in its dimension. In the waning edge of the moon shone in the reflection away from Henry. He was and she was and was two and was only one. Strange complicity that permeates the senses. Could touch your skin and feel cherished, embraced him and felt embraced, kissed and felt the taste of your kiss, inhaled the smell of her lust and believed nosed, closed his eyes and heard the whispers in his ear that he would said. Libo their gender and perceived the joy of being licked. Was found in a stage extolling tantric union of opposites at all levels, from the cosmic to the smallest. Experience that the men and women are mirrors of divine energy.
A light violet color of female sexuality-
faded leaving behind all that little moment of eternity.
Jorge V.
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