I 'm fired .

At the moment I am writing this story on a flight back from Manaus to São Paulo, I confess that this one was difficult to leave the Amazon. My flight took off at 04:00 in the morning, I arrived at the airport of Manaus around 01:00 today, August 26, Asgard made sure to accompany me to say goodbye. The Danish girl I met at the airport of São Paulo and who had now spent two days with me was again at the airport to give me a brief bye, that is, <unk>vi ses snart<unk>. Something like soon we will see each other or soon we will be together. Things are like this and for a brief moment we lived a great love, of those who were inspiration for the Sonnet of Happiness of the poetess: I can say of love (that) I had: That it is not immortal, that it burns, but that it lasts infinitely while. We stopped at the bar Gima to eat and drink something. We laughed a lot about our adventures in the two days we spent together. How beautiful it was to see that happy young woman trying to speak a little Portuguese, while telling me that she would be without her "Bedroom dictionary", but that she would give me a way to visit me in São Paulo in 15 days. She wants to see me again and discreetly took off her panties in the middle of the restaurant saying: "This is a gift to smell during the flight, it smells like my ass and pussy that are already crying with longing". As a friend of mine says, at this time my putometer hit its maximum score. I took the panties, I smelled and felt that characteristic smell of melada buceta, crazy to be fucked. I could not leave my reign in that state. We paid the bill, and I said, "Let's go to the bathroom, I want to fuck you now". So we quietly went to the bathroom, and she came in, and I waited a few minutes, and I went to meet her, because I asked her to wait for me in one of the toilet boxes that are in the corners, next to the wall. When she saw me, she said, "You are very crazy and I am even more so. You kill me with your crazy things. Yes, I am crazy. Nothing conventional gives me a hard-on, I don't like conventions. I'd rather be a transgressor, a crazy person capable of doing unacceptable things. Two days ago, I had bent down to tie her sneakers now in the middle of the night, I was naked in my arms in a public bathroom in the middle of an airport. Yes, I took off all her clothes. I kissed her horny, practically swallowed her. I bit her ears, her neck. I sucked her breasts like a hungry child who would soon be taken away from her mother and probably taken to an orphanage. I came down licking her belly until I reached her little kiss, I delighted in that pink thing tearing perhaps for our farewell. She enjoyed intensely giving me to drink her honey. I sat in the toilet and fitted her bucket in my riding and rubbing her clitoris on my pelvis, seeking to enjoy once more as if it was possible to make a store of pleasure. She enjoyed, yes she enjoyed. Then looking a little silly, she stood up, and turned her back to my lap. From that moment on, she turned completely to my lap. I enjoyed it. She looked like the only man in my life, and she knew that it was going to be a very special moment to give me pleasure. It was the most memorable moment to have sex with me. It was the most memorable moment to have sex with me. At the boarding gate, I felt like Rick, a character from the movie Casablanca who ends up helping the couple get out of the country, even though he's in love and still feels for everything he's been through, he chooses for the sake of Ilsa, who still carries the same feeling he once had for the one he abandoned in Paris in a forced way. The difference is that Asgard doesn't have a husband who needs to run away and I don't have to resign from her, but I have to go back to São Paulo and she has to finish the work she came to do in Brazil. But this thing of being similar to the 1942 movie made me think about spending time with her in Morocco, maybe I should plan that. Besides, a flight there lasts around 9 hours, enough time to do a lot of things inside a plane. Every day is a coming and going; life repeats itself in the season; there are people who come to stay; there are people who go for never; there are people who come and want to return; there are people who go and want to stay; there are people who came just to look; there are people who smile and cry