I know you're in there...

Hi, honey. I know you're there now... Yeah, exactly: it's you I'm talking to. And I know I'm talking to someone special. Very special. I know how you do, how you expect a relaxation of the serious woman of everyday life, within which you live in secret, to take control. I know about your lingerie, your bras, your tiny panties, transparently explicit. I know wearing them is a ritual that celebrates in silence all the fire of your sensuality. I know that when you dare, use that floss that penetrates you, it only symbolically marks your desire for your entrances to be taken. I know how much words don't scare you, how much they excite you, in raw poetry and uncensored alcoves. I know everything that goes on in your imagination when in solitude you undress and seek the complicity of the mirror. I know, even if you're engaged or married, how much your body asks you for adventures, how much you want to give yourself to them, without fear, without reproach. But as you celebrate your mirror-reflected voluptuousness, don't be alarmed when you hear noises in your room. You asked for it! I'm just taking your call, materializing myself there. I've got it all figured out. To create a climate of mystery, the lights will go out. Before you make any moves, you hear footsteps and the voice you recognize whispers in your ears: - I'm home! A hug from behind, where you feel my skin also naked, where a rigidity feels against your delicious derrière. If there was a scare, then it fell apart. This is now the stage of your boundless courtesan, in which you reign. It shakes the body, causing the stiff limb to nest better, takes my hands to your breasts. You know how much they love me. It makes me feel, with a tip of pride, the petreous erection of your little toes. Hold my left hand in the breast, and take my right and bring it down, until I find you where you are hot, where your desire drips. He adds the provocation without half words, saying to me: - Look, feel like your debauchery wants you! It definitely lit my fire. From now on, there's no return. Continuous act, a kiss comes. Kiss of lips, tongues, hands, thighs, burning sexes, joining us in all our sexuality. Kiss that establishes the density and opens the portal for the session that will follow for the next hours Get ready: I did not come to you to return without having all my wishes satisfied. But know that I'm ready. I'm not leaving, not satisfied, one by one, all your... LOBO Published text. Copyright reserved. It is prohibited to reproduce, in whole or in part, and to be transferred to third parties, except with the author's formal permission. Law 5988 of 1973