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La belle et le crac peau

loving, his decision is, surprise, fear, vertical alignment is required, the lesson is learned, this tonight it will take ..

She goes to meet him, realize that, against all odds, it counteracts the stress, the law is violated, the desire for the feint, leaves the impression .. on her skin, painted .. oozes .. changes color ..

She climbs the stairs, straight into the ark, is crawling, licentious tickle his thoughts, his blood boils, funk, fervor and wet .. ouch ...

front door, hesitates, feels so small, too much fear? .. hit! .. fast! Indecision The unbearable ... not to leak ... envy prevails .. It

cap. The door opened, the heart breaks up, freezes the look .. An apple is suspended. Which, first, the undertaker? ..

Un ange passe .. returns on their heads up, break the ice, about face, they kiss, the way a hand on a skin track, game salacious, Free underground and surface, a cup full of honey, maintenance a finger of a zealous and slug, the syrup goes beyond the clothes wrinkle .. Voracious game .. the appetencies grow ... rapacious hunger .. melts the ice ..

camber curves, clean lines, lines tangled, confused lines, surfaces of contacts, support surfaces .. curves of both firm .. do mmmh .. talk sense .. yes .. mmhhh incredible ... she is all ears .. also .. from the beginning did they know ... they sweat and ... slip on the steep .. who has ... sense talk and they listen and it's STUDDED against one another .. She arches her back, opens wide the door of his shadow ... bodied incense in the valley .. the pious buries its clearing .. floating in the air .. and they levitate .. avoid the peak before the dizzying fall .. not right away .. Dard
bold buried smog flower petals moistened juice, nectar pearl beads that roll, nectar flows, smooth lapping the rocket is gone, turns into orbit, the moon calls for it the lives .. and she lives .. lesson in logic, each movement is a bit ... binary logic, not arbitrary ... Knead and milk .. take possession of, or be silent moan .. nothing to do .. transcendental delight, spice, vice intrudes, exacerbated the sense that betrays the peak sketched, ho hoisted .. "there is my beautiful, there is" ... and creamy welcomed fulminate, fuse and spring ...

Panting, beautiful, and still dripping with sweat, wakes up .. in his mouth a taste of happiness back in her head and still waltzing body rosy ... The soft hum of his toad sadly remind him what she endures ... Nostalgic look back to the sensations she thinks gives him a certain ... The toad continues to fist, sleeping ... the fair closes his eyes and goes on an adventure .. Toad does not know, the toad does not care ..

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Yesterday I ate an apple.
She was very tasty.
to taste it I was happy.
At first I sketched,
to the fullest without worry.
Then, lest too fast, I finish it,
I bit by bit,
so small that my teeth squeak.
No risk, thus the desire to grow.
Error! envy grows, the desire rises, the desire is woven ..
Envy t'engouffre in its abyss ..
As a prey to his desires self-respecting
I begin to devour it and I delight.
The pleasure of gluttony rushes to my head. Check
the apple of my heart, nothing stops me.
Even the glitches I give them their party.
between my molars they go into a spin. Their bitter taste
assaulted my taste buds.
Perplexed, my appetite falters ...
Determined, I swallow all the seeds anyway. From the apple
there remained nothing
aside the memory of an interlude that seems long past ..
The evening passed slowly .. very slowly .. And
night
too,
of agonizing is endless ...

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She does not sleep to call upon you in his dreams, she sleeps for thee hunt .. She delights to sleep alone without fuss and without the sheets of the bed squeaking .. She likes to see you lonely away from her. And then she forgets you, you, you remember ... Nothing annoys the in your absence. Neither the night skinning her breast, or your lips or your hands or your teeth ... When she sleeps, her whole body is hers alone .. Neither your hands tore his shirt or his heart pounding your feet like a nut when you slam the door behind you ... Nothing is missing in your absence, she has it all ... Her breasts are hers, hands, legs, tummy, belly button and the door was a day of your paradise that is also .. Everything about her is she .. As for you, you still the photos you want, you can take them .. Will they be able, in the depths of your exile, keep you company .. or maybe at the heart of your most fervent fantasy night, one of them take life ... And tell him: "you want is ruined" if you want it .. It will continue to listen to your body with the placidity of the expert that there was no disorder, nothing ... apart from the emergence of tone and resonance spectrum of the echo of your voice in the middle of the night ...

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Start them this tenderness born hungry ... This dense, acute sense in which they can not give a name and some call love ... Are they happy because they inhabit the same planet and that the same sun shines on their days despite the lag ... Every morning she rises from its ashes to breathless gallop through the immense plains of feverish sweetness he lavishes ... She lets herself be caressed by the feverish breath of wind that makes exalted bristle with delight his skin ... Dodge lasciviously vortices lost in vain he struggles to remember and every time, inevitably, tear off a plank over the cabin of his languor ... She pretends to look a climax .. potentially fulminating .. a tree that emerges, grows, stands, rushed to her .. .. and whose sap end, shivers, shudders, fermented and ready to spring .. .. It is in no hurry to find this tree .. Yet mention the electrifying .. fanning .. sharpens his hard .. An ardor that point and stands insolently .. An ardor that is widening s'excave, deepens, contracts, be loose, tenses, expands, tightens ... an ardor that oozes .. perle .. exsude.. flue.. foisonne.. afflue... Et elle continue de galoper dans les plaines, tel l'antilope rebelle, découvrant chaque jour une nouvelle facette de lui.. de sa personnalité aux dimensions infinies .. Il lui offre un nouvel homme chaque jour... Et elle se délecte de le tromper chaque jour avec lui.. et savoure le plaisir exquisément pervers de la tromperie en usant de lui... Tout porte son nom.. tout résonne comme le son de sa voix et quand elle tente de le fuir en se réfugiant dans les bras de Morphée, il se trouve que son poignet est sous son oreille et que les tictacs de sa montre répètent inlassablement son nom.. seconde par seconde..... Et elle n'est pas "tombée" en amour pour lui.. Elle y est allée d'un firm and determined, his eyes wide open .. It is not "fell" in love, she stands there, erect and mindfulness ... A voluntary act .. not suffered an act ... The walled voila piercing his soul, with all his conscience or his madness .. .. She knows immediately what planet in the fire, and how to extricate storm Pandora's Box ... She wants ... and allowed to lose its borders in hers .. The invoked .. and responds to this .. He explores the travels, navigating between its reliefs cast off there, it grabs, spins around its meanders, twists, it adventure, drown, as it deflagrates fire Fireworks ... And when he leaves, she feels, blissful, the fingerprints of her fingers and lips on her skin and deep inside, like a bandit evaluating its juicy booty ... And blessed in secret, he hugged each body, each woman he loved, he kissed her mouth each and every belly that bore his child and everything he dreams and everything forget ... And every morning she rises from the ashes to love ... and face the police - all people are the police when it comes to their secret she would cry, "This man is mine and I am hers and we meet one day, on the border of pleasure, while high the spiral staircase sans fin de l'espérance, au bout du couloir de nos maux, derrière la dernière porte .. à gauche ... "

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miss you and I recall with nostalgia and things you miss my .. what you love with Odmenth

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messages .... read your messages ... this Whatever I have left you ... Low-dose you Tnaollene them every day .. Soon turned into a vital need for ... Such as air ... Looking for the story relinquish me between the lines ... Smell emitted from the porous .... Ostnhqk ... I miss you, miss you, miss you .... Until the last character I miss you ... Close the letter box .... And I miss you again

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you bring me a letter after the late ... Charges envisages eagerly addicted to address the dose ... This is a huge capacity of the last dose the first of its kind ... Included the previous dose and doubled in size ballooned ... .. Ktdjim emergency patients and to dream of other things unrelated to the zero Is the number of zeros before the interval ... Simple case is a very complicated ... "Model" reckless addicted to the work of an artist who exploited ... Exploitation of obscene ... Obscene love .. And which tend to love Ochah .. And more rain Roa are those that add to smell my shoulder before the rain and Ohtal you .. And you and call you from here .. country of symptoms and short lengths and Alirb and sterile wombs .. Call you my rain ... Give me a dosed Contour on

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Did you know that the star of the morning, and Smirk Ndimk, talk to me about you? And I believe everything he says ... I forgive you that Tsthoudrni in the body of another woman devoured there ... Why not forgive Me delirious? .. Give me a dosed contour on and went away to Mhaglk daily and weekly and extraordinary ... I dosed ... A long letter of two lines or two words or characters .. what you can smell from water Love ... Oqtrha to baptize Boukastha porous which she called urgently mute deaf ears ... Give me a dosed contour on and let me hallucinating ... Let me think what I want ... Let me want what I think

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wait Dose that pro refuses to reach ... I know .. Do not write messages on demand .. And supply does not fall Balola Trust .... Can be either a reaction to the Airadp or may not be ... Do not write me that were not dose Of the summary of your race ... Will do the ink and paper, and salt and water Abbabp anniversary?

Do you do the rain?

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not answer ... I see you wear your glasses to drink a cup of cold water and then ask me Iced emitted from the vacuum look your eyes, "what color your days there ?".... Color wait and sorrow and oblivion fake and joy with suspended and messages in bottles are still floating on the surface of the ocean - Leak to the water dropping do not read - the color of the face ... postman after his dismissal .. Color Vdmotain floods of tear tear .. Not the color of the water and with that water is life

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do not answer ... Were A last look to the empty cup on the table round ... The empty cup in the center of the circle ... Beginnings, endings meet ... I leave ... Open your mailbox ... take off my clothes and I lay naked Stork on ... Sense the physical manipulation of terrain edged ... Words is counted Casarq his spoils .. Inch above the characters to engage in foreplay and Otbatw the same thing at each A and I shut my eyes in relaxation at the points And three flowing Reap Matark rain cloud and open my mouth and swallowed Arthuis but not Artoa

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and continue to wait

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A non-return

The last message was written last November. It does everything a lease ... Why?

Honestly, I had the toughest year since the beginning of my young career. Shared task for the third consecutive year. So I worked at two schools (one alternative), five different classes, two different cycles and three multi-grade classes. For now, it will again, because it's quite what I was doing last year.

For cons, the middle of a school was really different ... When we speak of a school where three teachers have gone to exhaustion professional, at least four other teachers spoke of changing environment .. This is not the most entertaining! The year has passed, I believe myself to be well out by building a good relationship with students.

Adding to this the continuity of my control. I was treated to charming statistics courses ... The joy! Lots of reading, summary, writing my first three chapters (which is also not yet complete). Let's say it takes a lot of energy!

On a more positive note, even if it takes too much energy, well .. I'm pregnant! My boyfriend and I are expecting a boy in mid-September, so that I will not be part of the next school year .. It's really a strange feeling. From kindergarten age that I began the school year .. Whether as a student, teacher or student. This year is different. I walk around, feel the excitement of buying school ... And no, it's not for me this year! I know my life will change in all directions, but I still fear a little bored in school. Probably not the first time, but still!

No, I will not take the road to school, but the road a new adventure!