Prisoner of men - Thematic les and feminist

[This tells us a real case as a PSYCHOLOGY STUDY OF HETERS AND LESBIANS, if you don't want to settle or have a preconception against lesbics, don't read!] She's never felt so threatened in her life. Intuia wants to die. Your kidnapper would kill her, no doubt. What I would do before I murdered her, and the way I would kill her, led her to despair: rape, torture... Maybe an endless combination of both. You'd better die fast, right away. Lais shook, his eyes blindfolded, the fabric gag preventing her from screaming. As his conscience returned, he discovered that he was completely naked, totally exposed. The vulnerable body tied to a chair. His hands crossed and tied behind his back, forcing his breasts forward. The cold air of her captivity hardening her nipples, perhaps sending misleading signals to the man who kept her under her absolute control. A blind date. A very understanding and gallant friend she had met on the Internet. The mall, your car entering the parking yard... Then the darkness. And the captivity. God! Scenes of a documentary about social psychopaths crossed your mind: "People who are kind and polite at first sight, who seduce and charm their victims and then unload their sadism on them." His whole body began to tremble with dread. He seemed so kind and polite and charming in the ICQ chats. He appeared as Mauro, said he was the same age as Lais, 18, and was extremely understanding. You understood her perfectly, that is, you pretended to understand her for the best. He wasn't insistent and he said he was in love with her. When the first photos were exchanged by e-mail, she was enchanted by the strong young man, athletic makeup, blonde hair and blue eyes. Now... The sound of steps, in an environment close to where she was confined, caused her to struggle, trying to get rid of the restraints that immobilized her body. All in vain. She just triumphed against the urge to cry desperately. For now. Now, the sound of footsteps heading down a corridor has become perfectly audible. The panic was irrepressible. She distinguished steps not from one person, but from two! He tried to move his legs and his horror grew: they were tied to the back feet of the chair. In that position, there was no possibility of stopping any kind of sexual assault, I could never close them. This can't be happening! God, you can't, it can't be true! She thought, her breasts high and full moving up and down due to accelerated breathing. The sound of the door opening and closing came to your ears. - Dude, I can't believe - said a man's voice, harsh and dry. - She's really hot! The voice of the person called Mauro came next. - I didn't tell you, man. It's over five inches. Look at this girl: skinny, hard breasts and long, smooth black hair. - It's okay. And very long, man, up to the tight waist! What a little body. Chi, she's all waxed up. She's hot. Prepared for sin. - It's okay. The girl will get what she deserves - he laughed. - It's from Fortress. She came to São Paulo and, poor thing, she found us. Lais' parents had met in Fortaleza. He grew up in this city until the age of 15, when his father was transferred to São Paulo to work as a musical engineer in the service of a very famous label. He had acquired experience on his own by setting up a sound studio and making famous joint recordings from his region. Success came slowly, but solid and well-paid. Lais was the couple's only child, lived very happy, had several friends and was very popular. Until the trip to São Paulo... The shock of change was disconcerting to her. Her family decided to live in a luxurious neighborhood, and she was enrolled in an expensive and highly respectful school due to her educational pattern. However, Lais's delightful and seductive accent and fun spontaneity were the laughingstock of this college. The colleagues, who envied her beauty, fought back by isolating her and hurting her with discriminatory words and indifference. The men, in turn, only took it as a sensual toy. They wanted sex, that's all. And when she refused to answer her requests, she was offended in a prejudiced and arrogant manner. His only true friendship was with Fernanda, who had a dynamic and dominating personality. Smart and friendly, he always advised and helped Lais, both in school and in his daily life in São Paulo. However, two characteristics led Lais away from her. First of all, Fernanda was very beautiful. Almost six feet, long and silky blond hair in honey tone, bright and intense blue eyes. Face of fine and classic traits. Right curves in the right places. She was the dream of desire of all Lais' colleagues, which greatly disturbed her. The drop of water that precipitated the end of friendship between them came when Fernanda admitted, in a moment of intimate trust, that she was a lesbian. Lais could stand anything but that. Although knowing what prejudice was, because he lived in the skin, he did not restrain his dissatisfaction and began to build a wall of polite indifference between them. However, whenever they met, Lais could not explain why he felt his knees shaking and his stomach clenched. It should be guilt, since it was cruel to the only woman who had welcomed her with open arms. But the moral precepts his parents had taught him forbade him to continue cultivating that friendship. After all, for Lais, the woman was destined for happiness that only men and marriage could offer. Thus, Lais, rejecting his only friend, found himself socially isolated. He tried to find a way to escape on the Internet. There he met his dear friends from Fortaleza and collected new friendships all over the world. Until Mauro came along, nice and understanding. And the dream of being fully understood and accepted by someone turned into a nightmare. Suddenly Lais struggled violently, trying to escape. Her heart beating hard on her chest, her breasts shaking up and down, while she sought in vain for freedom. Please, Lord, she prayed. Help me, please. My Lord, be sorry! - It's okay. I think she's looking for action - ironic Mauro's partner. She felt thick, long fingers, caressing her soft, smooth pubis, and running between her thighs. She shook her body when his finger touched her femininity. - What? If you want to escape from here free - she heard Mauro's voice, her finger caressing the clitoris slowly, with methodical and circular movements, - give us what we want without a fight. Be nice, be nice, and you'll be free. Lais tried to scream, but the gag stopped her. Against all his expectation, instead of the cry for help, only a guttural and feminine groan filled the silence of the environment. He feared those men would misinterpret their resistance. - You will be happy with us, Lais - suddenly, the voice of Mauro's friend, treating her by name, filled her with terror. It was the voice of a colleague of yours! Carlos' image, a tall, blond, extremely pretentious man, came to his mind. She remembered the jokes he made about you at school. He also remembered an email he had received from him, inviting her to work as an escort under his orders. Now the situation was becoming clear: those two men had kidnapped her to turn her, under her orders, into a prostitute! Or kill her! - Take it, Lais. My dick is already exploding so hard. The way you like it - Mauro exclaimed, the velvety and malicious voice. They must be lying, Lais thought, they want to humiliate me before they murder me. Of course, she knew who Carlos was. Mauro should be a friend of his. It shouldn't be hard to bring them to justice. She was definitely lost. They would never let her out of that private prison alive, considered her under a wave of terror. Instinctively, she tried to free herself again. But he was surprised when Carlos came up behind her and framed her breasts, full and firm, in her hands, saying: - You'll like it, you hottie. - He laughed, merciless, sensually massaged his pink nipples between his thumb fingers and his index finger. Let me go! Lais shouted in thought. She knew she'd never get out of there. Maybe they didn't kill her, maybe they kept her as a slave to satisfy her wishes, the wishes of her friends, of all men. Oh, no! Let me go! Rational thinking was abandoning Lais. It seemed like everything revolved around her, it was almost impossible to breathe. He had a frightful trembling when he intuited that he would faint. I couldn't, no, lose consciousness, be totally committed to the cruel and crazy lewdness of those men. Don't! She began to cry, vulnerable and helpless, when the man she knew was Mark surrounded her clitoris between her lips and vigorously sucked him out. - Dude, what a little body she's got - she heard Carlos, behind her, massaged her breasts with burning heat - too good not to eat! Fucking hottie! He exclaimed, ecstatic. She approached her mouth and repeated, whispering, just so she could hear: - Hot girl.... Under other circumstances, he'd get a slap in the face. Prisoner of the cruel world of man's insanity, Lais can only thank you for not having hurt her in the flesh. Carlos squeezed Lais's tense nipples and pulled them with unexpected sensitivity and kindness. Marcos, in turn, focused on licking and kissing her clitoris warmly. No, I can't! I don't want to feel anything! She pleaded for heaven, perceiving the excitement to be languorously awakened within herself by the joint caresses of those two men over her helpless, feminine, fragile body. Lais was from a religious family. I've never experienced an orgasm in my life. He'd never touched himself before. The word masturbation filled it with disgust and a strange sense of sin. Now, captivate, to what forbidden regions would they be leading her? I need to free myself anyway, she thought, while experiencing the pleasure of growing up, possessing her body, firing her heart. I'll make them pay for it! I can't feel anything, nothing! She cried out to herself, the tears moistening the velvety fabric of the sale, running down her beautiful, captivating face. Everyone thought she was a beautiful woman, talking about the classic lines of her face, the seduction of her smile. Now, all that didn't matter, they would kill her, do worse things to her, do anything. Don't! Mark, between his legs, his hands sliding gently and slowly through the inner and sensitive part of his thighs, his tongue avidly drawing circles on his clitoris; his mouth, then kissing him and biting him between his lips, the sensual movement repeating itself with more speed, burning, and hunger! Please stop! I can't allow myself to feel pleasure in this, with these insane men! She screamed mentally, while a hot and ravishing trembling made her body burn, her breath get short, and the sweat cover her smooth and velvety skin. Impossible, it wasn't true! She couldn't live her first orgasm like that! Oh, no, no! Lais felt his breasts heavy. It's not happening, it's breathing heavily, the heart is jumping. Where are my tears, why am I not crying, why have my tears dried up, why can't I cry? Right now! Lais always dreamed of giving a true love with his pleasure. You've always imagined a wonderful, torrid, definitive romance to be a woman. But... She moaned quietly. It sobbed with pleasure under the gag as a spiral of fire overwhelmed her body, making her dizzy, out of her mind. The blood ran strong and fast through the veins. Your red faces. Her breasts grew bigger. The sex has swelled. And then an explosion burned inside you, leading you, for the first time, to know yourself as a woman. Humiliation subdued her right after intense pleasure. She had given her charm, the secrets of her femininity to her kidnappers. It wasn't possible! He bowed his head, desperate, in moral agony. But he violently turned his face back when Charles kissed and sucked his breast, passing his tongue on his nipple, leaving him erect and receptive again. - It's okay. How tasty you are! - exclaimed Marcos, the mouth glued to your sex, the tongue enjoying its moisture, its flavor. She wanted to scream. I had to scream. Please release me! You asked for it mentally. As if they could read her innermost thoughts, she felt that Carlos would release the cuffs, open the gag knot. Marcos, in turn, untied his ankles from the feet of the chair. Clear! Anyway, free! It would be easy now, she imagined, escape, take the blindfold and find salvation. They will see, she thought, while the two men, muscular and strong, took her by the forearms and led her through the cold ground of the desolate environment where she was held captive. He breathed deep, then, and cried out to the full lungs: Somebody, please help me. Help! A poignant slap was struck against her face, making her see stars. The pain was terrible, shocking, disoriented, momentarily. God, this can't be happening, it can't! - It's okay. If you do that again - Carlos threatened, she didn't know where he was, couldn't see anything, blindfolded and dizzy, her world was more than a dark, reddish mist, filled with terror, - I'll put the gag on and squeeze it tight. Understand? Do it again: and you'll see what happens to you! Why do you treat me like this, why? Men should be kind, gentlemen, heroes. Marcos, you always understood me so well, you understood, yes, I felt that, when we were on the Internet, talking like two lovers. Now, why are you doing this to me? Do I deserve it? Do I deserve it? One of them put her back in cuffs. Hanging his arms up, he strapped the cuffs into a hook nailed to the wall. - Don't hurt me, pity. - She begged on a line of voice, crying and sobbing. - I do everything! Anything you want. Yes! But don't kill me. A long silence was made within that environment. The darkness in which she was immersed gave way to the sparkling blue of Mark's terrible and dry eyes. The sale fell to the ground. The sudden clarity made her blink several times. The eyes were burning. The body was shaking with fear. The shock of the vision of the two men, together, the eyes as blue as the spotless winter sky, was devastating. Everything was a nightmare, pure madness. But the truth was there, in front of you. How do you deny your sexual slave status from those two? It was more cruel to face his fate than to remain blind to him! She arphed, perfect breasts went up and down with her breathing. - Don't kill me. I just want to live, that's all! The two, Carlos and Marcos, were hypnotized for an instant, looking at Lais' naked body. - How beautiful she is - said the first. - Yes, beautiful - agreed the second. They were both wearing almost the same suit. Knitted shirts that fit the body, delineating vigorous constitutions, expanded muscles, very strong. The forearm of the two was scary: large, thick, it seemed shaped in stone. The long blond hair of the two, added to the eyes of a beautiful and inviting blue, gave them the appearance of angels, medieval gentlemen of love stories. But the lustrous glow of their eyes turned them into exactly the opposite: fallen angels, demons capable of everything, of any cruelty, of the most blatant violence, as if they were disdaining and affronting everything and everyone. Covering their legs, jeans that couldn't hide their thighs too wide, powerful and beautiful, that revealed all their secrets, and insinuated silent, sinful, sleepy promises. It was so similar that the truth about both terrified Lais: they were brothers! - It's okay. You know, brother, when you told me she was really beautiful, I doubted it. But I must confess, she's too pretty! Marcos got rid of his shirt. His chest was stiff. I'm glad I managed to lure you online to us. - It's okay. She would never suspect our setup, brother - Carlos' tone of voice was solemn, started undressing, his shirt and his pants fell on the floor. - A virgin for us. She got rid of her underwear. - Passionately beautiful - her voice gained a sexy tone, which might challenge Lais' senses at another time, but now I was only terrified. Lais was stunned, contemplated the stunning beauty of the face, chest and arms of his kidnappers. When he lowered his sight, discovering the nakedness of the manhood of both, his eyes darkened with dread. It was a hallucination, I couldn't be seeing that. If in the soul they were not men, but demons, the same intensity rekindled in the rigid limbs of both: they were excessive, bulky, certainly cruel. Oh, no! Lais thought, his breathing intensifying again. That's gonna happen today, now. I'm lost. I preserved my virginity for a special man. For a magnificent moment of my life. Everything in vain, everything! - It's okay. Please - Lais sought to appeal to the heart of those bloody, violent and beautiful men - Please don't do this to me! - Looking to organize your thoughts and resort to cunning to deceive them, she masked the expression with a smile and suggested. - I promise I won't contain anything to anyone, anything at all, if you let me go. I promise. - What? Carlos threw a fascinating and cheeky smile at her. - But I'm gonna let you off that hook, your arms must be sore. Her steady hand freed her, Lais' arms fell along her body. Following his instinct, he covered sex with his hands. And he recorded the touch of Carlos' limb's end against the back of his hand, a feeling of vertigo made his knees almost bend. Carlos, experienced with women, noted Lais' moment of weakness. Her hands landed on the soft curvature of her shoulders and forced her carefully to kneel before him. - He knelt in front of her too. - You're gonna keep your mouth open like a good girl. And I warn you, you won't say anything, understand? - He ordered, between his teeth, his eyes glistening. - If you don't cooperate, there you are. - He passed the fingertips by Lais' long straight hair, then caressed his faces, tenderly, sweetly, in worship. There was in his gesture a reverent, passionate attitude, contrasting absolutely with his words and demands. Terror dominated Lais. No options, she opened her mouth, afraid. His heart beat hard inside his chest as Charles rose in front of him. The male limb, extremely rigid, rubbed Lais' face. She closed her eyes tightly. No, I didn't want to see it. I never thought you'd do something so low in your whole life. - Open your mouth more - ordered Carlos. She obeyed. A chill of fear, icy and torturing, ran his back. The anguished breath made his chest puff, and I bust up and down, maybe excite those men. Soon, a tear lay on a breast. She was crying! I could show them how much I suffered, it was their only comfort! He was crying freely now. He opened his eyes looking for pity in Carlos' eyes. But what you saw was terrible: an inclement and desirous look. - Yeah, look me in the eye. It gives me more pleasure - he groaned. Was he holding back? Why? His hands ran through Lais' face and hair, and his manhood gradually separated her lips further, eager for pleasure. Immediately, Lais felt the rigidity of Carlos, his humidity, filling his senses. - What? Carlos screamed as soon as he plunged his limb into her mouth. - If you hurt me, you know what happens - he warned you, upset by the voluptuousness. Lais had never experienced that. Closed his eyes, Carlos' taste intensified. Oh, no! The feeling of pleasure in his lower womb was triggered by his movements. She felt wet again. He opened his mouth even further, receiving it within him, recording that a strange link was formed between both at that moment. By instinct, he covered his teeth with his lips and compressed the merciless limb during the movements of go and go. - Good girl! You're a dream - he's shuddering again, the muscles of the abdomen delineating as if they were huge waves of the sea preparing to salute the sand of the beach with its exuberant and devastating force. Fear and fascination shook Lais' mind. It was impossible to suppress a sensual murmur. As if that feminine murmur carried an ecstatic incantation, Carlos parked. Moved the limb out of Lais' mouth. - Drink, drink from me - ordered, the limb vibrating, its extremity swirling the female lips, full and red. Her gaze wandered through Carlos' body, which pulsed madly. A manly and powerful cry filled the room, while a hot jet escaped its manhood, bursting into Lais' throat. She swallowed it without tasting it. As if she were out of her mind, she pressed her tongue over the small opening of the limb end. He savored, sucked and drank the warm joy, while it exploded and liquefied between his lips. - Suck it, suck it... Lais tied the wet limb with his tongue. His taste was intense. Carlos' begging hands caressed his hair. And when he walked away, he fell to the ground, exhausted, as if he had fainted with so much pleasure. Before he could continue to observe it, Mauro's hands took it on his shoulders and drew it to him. Lais offered no resistance. He laid her on a mattress lying on the floor. - It's okay. Isn't what you've done enough? - she murmured, while Mauro separated her legs and lay on her. - Precious... The blue flashed into the amber when his eyes met. Both breathed heavily, eagerly. Mauro took a breast of Lais in his mouth and sucked it, wanting to relieve his urgency. However, this movement only served as fuel for your desire. Lais' body was soft, soft, warm, irresistible. God, Lais thought, his eyes getting dark, the soul taken by the relentless progression of dread. Mauro didn't want to play with her like Carlos did, but to steal her virginity, her purity! She looked toward his member and noticed that he was as big and dominating as her brother's. The fear of losing his virginity was replaced by the horror of the physical pain that he would provoke. It's all gone. - It's okay. Please - Lais complained quietly in a plea. - And I've never been with a man before! Marcos, don't do this! - What? You imagine the first time is filled with love, don't you? - Yeah, that's... special. Don't do this to me, no. Spare me, mercy! - You're special. And mine! - he spoke between his teeth, with a wild and sensual glow in the light of his gaze. He adjusted the hips between Lais' thighs and balanced the limb's end between her sex lips. No, please, she begged me to close her eyes, face facing the side. And the pain covered his vision of red blood when he penetrated her into a powerful and violent, quick stun. Hungry for Lais' flesh. She protested, screaming, breathless, hysterical, suffering and bitterness tearing her whole being. - Relax, you'll like it... - pointed him out, seeing her in tears, the sex without lubrication. Marcos kissed his face, capturing the tears of convulsive crying. Her hands caressed her female breasts. Her hips moved frantic, raping her, totally dominating her. - You're mine! Soon a hand of Mark was replaced by his mouth. Burning kisses covered the tender nipple, the soft and firm flesh. Suddenly, he stopped moving. He got up and knelt next to Lais. She understands. She was no longer a virgin, but a prostitute in his service. I knew what to do, what to expect... He opened his mouth and received his limb, his frantic movements, his taste, and the intensity of his orgasm. When Charles, who had already recovered, lay down on her, Lais did not protest, and continued to lick Mark's member. He spread his legs and Carlos' manhood met with hers. A groan has escaped from his lips. A prostitute, she thought. There was no future on his horizon, his whole body vibrating, delighting himself under the cruel and skillful stabs of Charles. No, I can't feel it again, she lamented, in ecstasy, the sexual tension reborn within her. His sex receptive to Carlos's, intense humidity seducing him, inviting him to come and go faster, but intensely. Deeper... Pleasure was snatching Lais' body and soul again. She sucked Marcos's member with all her heart, only to try to distract the mind from the pleasure that Charles gave him. To avoid the climax. But it was impossible. His whole body was shaking. And when she felt Mauro's hot liquid pouring out on her face and breasts; when she heard Charles' cry of triumph, coming to joy too: she was led by an explosion of pleasure. And his whole body was designed for the sky and the stars. For the night and the abyss. I don't want to be a whore! It was the thought that moved her at the height of her pleasure. What was left of his conscience was still in vain trying to fight the burning body that shuddered uncontrollably. - A loving and determined female voice called your name. And she recorded the passionate caress of a hand running delicately through their faces. He breathed deeply, and the fragrance of roses and jasmins radiating clouds from a seductive perfume softened his senses. Still with his eyes closed, he felt the subtle breeze of the night anointing his body, the silence replacing the threatening breath of those monsters, while his back was welcomed by velvet petals of exotic and affectionate flowers. - The voice has repeated its name again. Refusing to believe what he saw, his eyes showed him a wonderful garden under the moonlight. Lying among red roses, all pain and shame had vanished from his heart. The arms of his kidnappers were replaced by lean, tender arms, female arms, which sought to comfort him. Lais immediately returned the embrace, nesting in the arms of that woman, his savior. Running his hands by his lap, Lais opened a small distance between them, wanting to probe his face. A woman with bright blue eyes, which were adorned by disturbing red tones, blond hair, very long, she watched her, smiling. Under the cobalt blue sky, its beauty was absolute and irresistible. - Come, come with me, Lais. Wake up... - that woman caressed Lais' faces with her own, carefully surrounding her between her arms, and slowly lifting up the trunk of the garden bed. - It's okay. Lais exclaimed, stunned and disturbed, when he found out he was in his room. Her friend sitting next to her in bed, hugging her. - What happened? Where am I? - What? It's 9:00 in the morning and you're at your house in your room. It was a bad dream, that's all. A bad dream - explained, incarnated with narrow eyes. It was tenderness that they communicated. Deciding that he had already done his duty to wake her up and release her from the nightmare, Fernanda put Lais' body back in bed, covering her with the duvet up to her chin. Then he got up and went to the desk. - What... what are you doing here? - He asked Lais, the eyes magnetized by the stunning, tall and blonde figure of Fernanda, who wore cream blouse, jeans and suede boots. The blond hair, very long, looking even brighter and wizards under the light of dawn. Fernanda bowed an eyebrow and raised her chin. I'd come here today to pick up my CDs, remember? Since you don't want to be my friend anymore, it's best not to leave memories behind. Fernanda straightened her shoulders. - After all, isn't today the day you're meeting that boy you met on the Internet? What a career end, hanging out with people you met on the Internet, poor thing... What a need, huh? - It's okay. No, I won't! No way! - I had a terrible nightmare - it came out. - She was raped and... Fernanda laughed quietly and put her CDs in the bag. And she was upset because you found pleasure in being brutalized. It's typical! - You filled her up, pissed off. - It's okay. What do you mean? - asked Lais, suddenly intrigued by the color of the hair and eyes of the two brothers with those of Fernanda. - It's okay. I never had that dream, she shrugged, ever since I found out what real love was in another woman's arms. Look, when I renounced men, all this dark, secret passion for violence disappeared. - I don't understand. - Lais got up in a movement. - What do you mean? Fernanda went to the door. He stood and turned to Lais. - Do you think men are like these charming princes that TV and romances celebrate? - She turned her eyes, her arms crossed. - Bigger mistake. Deep down, you know it's nothing like that. - It's okay. He whispered Lais, lowering his face. - It can't be. - What? Man is violent in everyday life, in love and in sex. See how they separate love and sensuality. How they like to treat women like hunting trophies, bragging about their sexual vitality. They are like this: insensitive and cruel, they want, deep down, that the woman is nothing but a mere decorative object. It is no wonder that really successful women, who have risen in life by their own means, are single or love other women. Taking the car keys in the bag, Fernanda looked around. - Even if they claim that the woman is emancipated, society continues to prepare her, feeding her imagination with the idea that serving man and family is a glorious thing. Thus, she educates the woman to unconditionally accept the violent sexual desire of the man. "Take your man to madness, and then to the altar," isn't that what they say? - See, crazy men of desire are what? Violent people in bed! - It's okay. That can't be true - Lais covered his face with his hands. - No way! - Keep dreaming and give your heart to a man. You'll need thousands of tranquilizers to reconcile sleep. Fernanda opened the bedroom door, looked over his shoulder and shot him. - Look here, pay attention: if you continue to idealize the love of men, you will hurt yourself deeply. Can you imagine the nightmare that should be meeting a boyfriend's sexual desire, a husband when you're not sexually stimulated? And what about these crazy women who even use vaginal lubricants to be ready to satisfy their boyfriends' wishes? And then they masked this prostitution by saying that if they don't give the man what he wants, he runs away to another. How pathetic, how ridiculous, how society teaches women to live love! Fernanda sighed, shrunk her shoulders, crossed the door stop of Lais' room. - Peace out, crazy. Bye! Lais felt a knot in his throat watching Fernanda's leaving. By charm, all the stories of your family's women have crossed your mind. Stories of violence, abandonment, betrayal and contempt for women. And they were all faithful and warring, and brought up their sons and daughters, and endured their husbands. They had no choice in their day. On the one hand the Church sanctifying and justifying the cruelty of men under the pretext of building up the family. On the other hand, the barbaric and monstrous machismo that Brazilian culture makes a point of feeding. All this anger against the woman in the name of what, my God? Of what? - It did! Don't leave me! Lais ran to her and hugged her. I'm sorry for everything, being prejudiced with you, not caring and respecting you. Excuse me? Fernanda sighed, parked, and with one hand opened the bag. - I like respect. I didn't want you lovingly, but I only wanted your friendship. And you didn't respect my emotional choice, you walked away from me. Fernanda closed her eyes, breathed slowly and opened them again. I'm not gonna forgive you. But let it go, okay? - Go on, take those CDs back, I don't think I'll have to take them home. - It's okay. No, don't! Lais exulted and dropped them on the floor. - It's okay. Why did you do it? - asked Fernanda, her lips bent in a smile, watching the CDs slip from Lais' s slender, well-cared hands. An impetuous and rebellious glow appeared in Lais' eyes. The women in your family didn't have a choice. They had to endure everything, quiet. But Lais carried his fate in his hands. She could say yes or no, she could choose between submission and love. Between violence and intimacy. Between outrage and respect. And that's what she did! He entwined Fernanda's slender neck between his arms and whispered, glorified: - It's okay. Kiss me, Fê. She closed her eyes, and Fernanda's lips covered hers. - I'm sorry I didn't know she loved you - she said in a whisper, opening her soul and giving up her heart. - Make me yours, all yours, my love. And this time, it was Lais who sought Fernanda's lips with despair, the soul asking for liberation. And they loved each other with suffering, a prolonged and urgent love, ardent and gentle. And Lais finally met as a woman when his heart joined Fernanda's. After a few months, one doesn't disengage from the other. Fernanda has to put up with her girlfriend's predilection for cheesy songs. But until he learned to like to hear her sing them. Lais, in turn, even finds grace in Fernanda's half-patricinha temperament and in her adoration for cosmetics and fashion. They know they're very different, but they love each other hopelessly. And when there is love, the difference is seasoning, not impediment. When bedtime comes, Lais rests calmly. You've never had another nightmare! Alongside Fernanda you find fullness, softness, and passion. You know Fernanda protects and guards her dreams and all her love.