Sky cream.He said with an enviable security, standing in front of that immense billboard with the most varied and exotic list of flavors that the ice cream industry could offer, but this young woman, without letting herself be intimidated by colorful lights, had decided to go not for a flavor, but for a marketing campaign.- Are you sure? Look, there are several flavors...Add slowly, trying to persuade her to get excited and try something.I want sky cream.Again he said it with his usual authoritative tone, which I was already getting used to. I looked at the boy behind the counter of that large ice cream shop, and with a silent apology in my gaze, I asked for half a kilo of the damned flavor; this one listened to my request, while, I'm sure, he was mentally insulting us.
I don't think I can use the word love, but I would lie if I didn't say that young woman had made a mark on me much deeper than I could have expected. As I said, I had always fantasized about women with her characteristics, but this one, after our short first encounter, had awakened something in me. I needed to see her again, I needed more of her, much more, and I was planning to get it.
It was a beautiful sunny day, the two of us sitting on that plaza, surrounded by nature, kids playing and other couples, all of which was embraced by the soft and warm spring sun, not doing anything but conspiring in the creation of a happy atmosphere, more conducive to our encounter. Sitting silently on that bench, enjoying both the place and the delicious ice cream, formed the perfect moment to present my intentions to that person who every day stole more of my soul, body, and heart.How much more serious would I have to be to give you a booty call?
- Five thousand more.
Ok.And so, swift and surgical, we set the terms of our love for that day, in silence we rejoiced again before the spectacle of nature, as in a celestial feast sky. This time it was I who decided to choose the place where the desired event would take place. The hotel wasn't the best, but it was good, clean, better decorated than the previous place, it was, to put it somehow, correct, or at least as correct as my economy could allow me. We entered the room, and while she did a kind of recognition of the place, I served two glasses of the most alcoholic drink the place could offer to improve the atmosphere.What the hell is this?
Chivas, whiskey, Scotch 12 years...
It's horrible, isn't there 7Up or Speed to mix it?
No.I replied, feeling some fractures in my heart and tears forming in my eyes. She returned to smell with disdain that magical elixir, lifted her shoulders slightly accepting the poor and simple legacy of Scotland to the world, and proceeded to swallow the two measures she had served without flinching. I wouldn't lie if I didn't say that seeing this action restored a bit of faith in her, as well as increasing the size of the erection already forming in me.
I believe in the aura of things. That invisible force that surrounds all objects, the very essence of them, and I can assure you with utmost certainty that that ass facing me possessed the purest of all. With the young woman, completely naked, lying on her four extremities on the bed, and that anatomical wonder pointing at me, I knew this sight would be the closest to seeing God. Slowly, I placed my hand on that natural miracle while in my mind, for the first time in my life, I gave thanks for being alive.
I think it would be the correct zoological expression to describe what was happening on that bed of that Buenos Aires hotel. And it would be correct, I'd dare say proudly. With synchronized movements and moans, our bodies united in the purest amalgamation. That achievement hadn't come easily, requiring time, patience from both parties, concentration, discipline, and most of all, lubrication.
Finally, we found ourselves lying there, two of us, after that encounter, tired, sweaty, and happy.It was extraordinary.It was the only thing I could manage to articulate, the only words loaded with the greatest sentiment and gratitude that my exhausted self could offer at that moment.Ok, I'm going.She responded quickly, while getting up and dressing with all the grace that characterized her.Do you know, I think I'm falling in love with you.I finally told her, exposing to her my entire being and heart, in the most humble and honest way.Yes, okay.He responded with his usual serious and curt tone, while leaving the room, maybe I thought to myself, trying not to notice the emotion forming on his face.
The daughter of a slut emptied the mini bar completely. I have no idea how or when, but somehow she took everything, including the whisky that was supposed to dislike it. The amount of things that disappeared from that room was impressive, in some way she had managed to take half the place away, and what was most incredible was that she left the room with the same small bag she had entered with. Another talent she possessed, and which only served to steal my heart more, by using some expression more than correct.
I, even reclining on the bed, felt content remembering the beautiful way I had broken her ass, and how hard it would be for her to sit down for a few days.
I don't think I can use the word love, but I would lie if I didn't say that young woman had made a mark on me much deeper than I could have expected. As I said, I had always fantasized about women with her characteristics, but this one, after our short first encounter, had awakened something in me. I needed to see her again, I needed more of her, much more, and I was planning to get it.
It was a beautiful sunny day, the two of us sitting on that plaza, surrounded by nature, kids playing and other couples, all of which was embraced by the soft and warm spring sun, not doing anything but conspiring in the creation of a happy atmosphere, more conducive to our encounter. Sitting silently on that bench, enjoying both the place and the delicious ice cream, formed the perfect moment to present my intentions to that person who every day stole more of my soul, body, and heart.How much more serious would I have to be to give you a booty call?
- Five thousand more.
Ok.And so, swift and surgical, we set the terms of our love for that day, in silence we rejoiced again before the spectacle of nature, as in a celestial feast sky. This time it was I who decided to choose the place where the desired event would take place. The hotel wasn't the best, but it was good, clean, better decorated than the previous place, it was, to put it somehow, correct, or at least as correct as my economy could allow me. We entered the room, and while she did a kind of recognition of the place, I served two glasses of the most alcoholic drink the place could offer to improve the atmosphere.What the hell is this?
Chivas, whiskey, Scotch 12 years...
It's horrible, isn't there 7Up or Speed to mix it?
No.I replied, feeling some fractures in my heart and tears forming in my eyes. She returned to smell with disdain that magical elixir, lifted her shoulders slightly accepting the poor and simple legacy of Scotland to the world, and proceeded to swallow the two measures she had served without flinching. I wouldn't lie if I didn't say that seeing this action restored a bit of faith in her, as well as increasing the size of the erection already forming in me.
I believe in the aura of things. That invisible force that surrounds all objects, the very essence of them, and I can assure you with utmost certainty that that ass facing me possessed the purest of all. With the young woman, completely naked, lying on her four extremities on the bed, and that anatomical wonder pointing at me, I knew this sight would be the closest to seeing God. Slowly, I placed my hand on that natural miracle while in my mind, for the first time in my life, I gave thanks for being alive.
I think it would be the correct zoological expression to describe what was happening on that bed of that Buenos Aires hotel. And it would be correct, I'd dare say proudly. With synchronized movements and moans, our bodies united in the purest amalgamation. That achievement hadn't come easily, requiring time, patience from both parties, concentration, discipline, and most of all, lubrication.
Finally, we found ourselves lying there, two of us, after that encounter, tired, sweaty, and happy.It was extraordinary.It was the only thing I could manage to articulate, the only words loaded with the greatest sentiment and gratitude that my exhausted self could offer at that moment.Ok, I'm going.She responded quickly, while getting up and dressing with all the grace that characterized her.Do you know, I think I'm falling in love with you.I finally told her, exposing to her my entire being and heart, in the most humble and honest way.Yes, okay.He responded with his usual serious and curt tone, while leaving the room, maybe I thought to myself, trying not to notice the emotion forming on his face.
The daughter of a slut emptied the mini bar completely. I have no idea how or when, but somehow she took everything, including the whisky that was supposed to dislike it. The amount of things that disappeared from that room was impressive, in some way she had managed to take half the place away, and what was most incredible was that she left the room with the same small bag she had entered with. Another talent she possessed, and which only served to steal my heart more, by using some expression more than correct.
I, even reclining on the bed, felt content remembering the beautiful way I had broken her ass, and how hard it would be for her to sit down for a few days.
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