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when I looked at Val I still heard her voice, but she didn't move her lips a bit. They were the deepest red I had ever seen and they looked soft and fleshy. A grimace of disappointment had settled in them, so I noticed in their eyes. The green of her irises was even greener than usual that night. —I’ve done the same thing as always,” I justified myself, removing the cup. On the edge was the trace of her lips—. Three parts tequila, two parts freshly squeezed lime juice, one part Grand Marnier, ice. Twenty seconds in the shaker and ready to serve. She looked at me like I was giving her any excuse. I used to put that expression often, and every time it made me wonder what it would be like to erase it with a kiss. Disarming her with my lips against hers, with my caresses on her body. "But I didn't know as always. I sighed at the defeat and went to the juicer, ready to prepare a new Margarita, this time hoping it would come out better than the previous one.. I couldn't go wrong again, I've been making cocktails for years. Val stretched her arm over the bar to stop me. —Not other. You know what I want.. Say nothing more and get to work. My most loyal client was being especially straightforward and tough that night, and she amazed me as much as she fascinated me.. While washing the juicer I noticed her red dress with a heart neckline. It contrasted with his pale skin in an exceptional way. The finish looked satin and accompanied her curves as far as I could see from that side of the bar. Under Val’s watchful gaze, I poured ice into a glass, poured in the tequila and then the orange juice I had just squeezed.. I turned it around a few times and, with great concentration and slowly, I added the syrup of grenadine on the edge. Take a couple of steps back to see it in perspective. It was perfect: it formed a gradient from the orange base to the top, which was reddish. I took it slowly and placed it on the bar, making sure it was not mixed more than it should be.. Val smiled and tilted her head, curious about what he was offering her.. —Here's your Tequila Sunrise. —It seems vibrant,” he said—. They gave it a good name, it certainly reminds of a dawn. She grabbed the glass with her long red nailed fingers and brought it to her lips. He closed his eyes, then made a sound of satisfaction. ¿How would I feel if I made that same little moan if I were the one who made it with my hands or my mouth? “Now?” - Almost.. You're close.. Come on, you're a tequila expert, sure you can give me something better. Something more special. —half whispered the last and then added—: Something just for me. Val kept eye contact longer than she used to, and when she looked away, it seemed to me that her eyes fell on my lips.. I froze for a moment, but then turned around and went to get a bottle that I kept in the cellar while processing those last seconds. ¿It had been my thing or Val seemed to want it. Anything else? I searched the small dark room where I kept the drinks until I found what I was looking for.. I came back, and when I looked at the bar again Val was on it. She had sat on her side and looked interestedly at the bottles behind her.. The raspberry pink neon reflected on her skin and I didn’t have to read it to remember what it said: “This is your night». I wish it was mine.. I left the tequila and, with the usual agility, cut a slice of lemon and took a little salt to put it on a plate. Then I poured the tequila into the standard glass for a shot. —Tequila is originally from Mexico, from the town that gives it its name, Tequila, in the state of Jalisco. That's why it has a designation of origin. Jalisco is full of blue agave plantations, it’s grown for several years until it’s harvested,” I explained, adding a little more context this time.—. This is a special bottle I bought on one of my trips to Mexico, a tequila resting, has spent twelve months in an oak barrel. —¿How am I supposed to take it? Maybe you should help me with that. —First you drink the shot, then you lick the salt and if you want you suck the lemon. —I washed my hands while I listed the steps—. Salt enhances the flavor of tequila and lemon balances it. Before he had finished speaking, Val took the shot to her lips and took a sip.. Her blonde curls accompanied every slight movement of her head and I was only thinking of burying my hands there and directing her mouth to a very different place.. I looked at her, waiting for her verdict. —It’s special, but it’s not just for me.” He made a buck and, from his position, grabbed one of my vest straps, encouraging me to climb up the bar as well.. See Also THE POWER OF THE WORD – EROTIC STORY She was the only one who was drinking, but I was the one who was starting to feel drunk. I did what he asked me without words, our eyes connected again for a moment. It was happening. Mine were reflected in his and burned with desire. I wondered if Val had any intentions of sleeping with me and that was why I had reserved the room for her only that night.. I doubted that that opportunity would be repeated, and I longed as much as she did to discover a tequila that was unique.. It was now or never. I took the glass I still held and poured some tequila down my neckline. Val looked at me strangely at first, but as soon as I started unbuttoning she came up and licked my newly uncovered skin, wet with alcohol.. I craved for contact, eager for more. I got rid of all the buttons, showed my naked torso. My small breasts needed nothing more than the vest to work. He looked at them, looked at them as if he had wanted them for a long time, and I felt like I was idling. I lay down to keep playing with the tequila, so it wouldn't go down so fast. I dropped a little more from the glass as Val bitten the lemon slice, a little puddle formed just under my ribs. She bent over, handed her hair away, and drew a path with the tip of her tongue from the waist of my pants to the tequila. Bitten under one of my breasts, ripping a groan out of me. —You look delicious.. She settled better on the bar and I took advantage of my position to take her dress and drag it up. She helped me, until I rolled up my sleeves on her hips. I was wearing a lace thong of the same color as the dress and, without haste, I brought my hands to the fabric. Smells of her sex and freshly washed clothes. I first stroked the embroidery on her Mount of Venus and then went down the space between her legs.. There the cloth was wet. I brought my lips to lick the lace and only when Val began to moan wildly did I pull the thong away and sink my mouth into her.. —You look delicious too. I dragged my tongue through its folds, slowly and superficially. She let herself fall back, and I watched by the way she lowered her dress to caress her breasts. Her red nails caught her nipples and my lips, eager to do the same on her clitoris, explored her intimacy. Said with his center, already erect, and licked soft. Val's hips joined that burning and desperate dance. Moving against my mouth, pulling my hair, moaning loud. I noticed he was near by how his back arched and for a moment it seemed like his tequila glass was going to fall. When he realized he looked at it, finished it with a drink and lay completely on the bar. I brought my tongue to her entrance and my thumb focused on her clitoris. I made circular movements with my finger, my tongue licking around and pretending to enter again and again. Almost when I was all inside, Val’s nails nailed into my scalp and held me there, glued to her body, as I felt her tighten all over me.. She screamed, letting go. It was a long and liberating orgasm, then he loosened the grip. I climbed up her body to get to her mouth. I allowed her to try herself in the first of the kisses we shared, and she allowed me to taste the tequila resting for twelve months. Both flavors created a divine pairing in which we lost a few moments. Her lips were as fleshy as I had thought they were, and they led the kisses with a magnetism from which I could not escape.. —This last cocktail has been special," he muttered.. He barely opened his eyes as he said it, but his hands had sunk under my pants, and I predicted that my tasting had only just begun..

Every Wednesday night, when we finished recording, the set became something completely different for some of us.. That had happened almost since the beginning: four years before, when the filming of that mid-afternoon historical novel that was broadcast daily began.. Against all odds, a forbidden love story in the post-war era won over viewers and we had already spent five seasons. Working on that set and, especially, on that novel, was one of the greatest fortunes of my life. A friend found out that they were looking for a make-up artist for a television channel and gave them my contact. Since then I had a stable job that I loved. In addition to enjoying during the day, I also did it in the dark, when the lights went out and no one was left on the set. Or almost none.. That night she was hidden in the same place she stayed while they were filming: behind the scenes. In front of me were the three walls that shaped the bedroom of the protagonists of the series: a dimly lit room with dark walls presided over by a bed and a carved headboard in white. Since historical rigor was not a priority for the production, the set crew had taken the opportunity to add white satin sheets and a mirror to one side of the bed that, it had to be admitted, elevated the intimate scenes of the novel. It seemed that the whole set was asleep, but I soon saw two figures emerge from the darkness. One of them knocked on one of the lighting equipment devices and, immediately, a flash of light nearly dazzled me.. The two girls smiled as they recognized each other under the cold light of that spotlight we used for the night scenes, then they looked at each other. Their sculptural bodies were covered by unusual accessories. The starring actress wore a semi-transparent black body that covered her from the waist down. The rest of the garment narrowed into a thin strip between the exposed breasts and wrapped around her neck like a necklace. She also wore sleeves of the same fabric and garters that reached to her ankles. The other girl, who was the confidante of the protagonist in the series, wore the same outfit, but in white. They wore buns that collected their long brown hair, makeup that highlighted the eyes and earrings to match their bodies. I've never seen them so sexy, not even during the recording. Despite the distance, in the eyes of the two girls you could see an irrepressible desire. They were making time, prolonging the moment when they would finally come closer. My heart began to beat faster as I felt that waiting, the way one of them was looking at the other’s body.. I settled better in my hiding place, where I remained sitting on the floor. I spread my legs and let my hand travel south with that scene. He stopped over my intimacy and the slight pressure through the jeans was enough to make me silence a groan.. The actresses flashed the distance that separated them and kissed as if it were the first time. I knew it wasn’t because I had peered at them before, but I still enjoyed that passionate kiss and charged with frenzy. They fell on the bed and their bodies tangled on the white satin sheets. In fiction, the protagonist’s personality was overwhelming and always got her way; but outside of it, the actress who gave her life was shy and introverted. He needed the woman in the white bodysuit to take the reins: he sat against the head of the bed and lured her into the gap between his legs. They said something that I couldn’t understand, and then the actress who played the confidante told her to shut up. It seemed that the protagonist asked for permission, but the other didn't give it. Instead, he placed his hand on her chest to keep her from coming too close and, as the other hand descended her back in a gentle caress, looked at her defiantly.. Between the two had established a game of power that was most exciting to me. I felt my underwear getting wet at that scene, which awakened every single fetish I had been trying to keep at bay..

We all knew the deal: the set would only come alive for us on Wednesday nights and everything that happened between those three walls should stay there.. Still, from the time we said goodbye in the early morning on Thursdays until the next Wednesday, there was a dense air and a tension that could almost be felt every time we met.. I used the make-up sessions to rub myself a little more, smile a little more, talk a little more. The actress who was my confidante followed the game with a defiant look behind the newly curled eyelashes, while the protagonist blushed and bitten her lip for my boldness. As soon as they felt me approaching their eyes were on me. The dominant laid her lips, the submissive just smiled. They knew I preferred to start just watching and, as lovers of their profession they were, they always prepared a small number for me to watch from afar until I was ready to join.. I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking a playful strand that had just come off the protagonist’s bun. —We were waiting for you, dear. —His voice sounded different from the one he used on set and also off camera. I kept it for us—. Here. He took my hand and took it to the protagonist's ass. I stroked him, outlining with my fingers the silhouette of the hand that still covered his skin. The girl moaned slightly. —¿See? He wants more," the dominant assured me, and her eyes locked on mine—. We should whip him for every orgasm he's had this week without us. ¿How many have there been, baby? The one in the black bodysuit whispered something unintelligible and the other took his chin. —higher. —Nude. nine —he confessed. —Two more than last week — I contributed with a faked seriousness. I took advantage of the mirror showing me a perfect panorama of our victim's butt and dragged my nails over her skin. She released a groan, then moved away with her eyes closed. The way her teeth caught her lower lip, a very characteristic gesture on her, revealed that she was enjoying as much as we were.. I raised my hand and whipped her, leaving a new mark on her buttocks. She released a small scream, enough for the other girl to shut her up with a hiss.. —We've only got two, darling, how are you gonna hold the seven left? His words, together with the scene in front of me, made a mark on my body. At that point underwear felt like a prison. I put my hands behind my back and as soon as she realized she helped me. Unbuttoned the zipper of the burgundy lace bra, let it fall on the bed. I threw it to the ground, far away, because I didn't want anything else to interfere between us three. I took advantage of the distraction of the protagonist to whip her again, this time applying some more force. Jadeé. I kept my hand on her skin still hot from the impact. —You learn very very fast,” the dominant said before giving the other girl a double whip that she didn’t wait either.—. Yeah, yeah. only four left. For those you're gonna sit on my thigh, will you? See Also ERO STORIES: MASTURBATION – SHORT EROTIC STORIES She nodded and hurried to get there before she changed her mind. He swayed on his leg, closed his eyes again. She let herself be carried away by the pleasure of the contact that, even through the body, contrasted with the whips that still burned on her skin. I took advantage of one of the swings to whip her again, and then my eyes sought the confidante's approval.. She nodded, pleased, and I smiled proudly. —You too, come here,” he ordered me—. But take off your panties. Anything he said stuck like a sting in my heart, with no intention of letting go.. I could feel my hard and swollen clitoris under the clothes and I could confirm it by sliding the garment over my body. I stroked myself a little, carried some of the moisture of my entrance there and, after unbuttoning the garter, sat crouched on his other thigh. Her skin was soft and it was warm. I immediately understood why the protagonist moved without ceasing: the firm rubbing of the dominant leg was very stimulating, but at the same time it allowed us to control our pleasure with our own body.. My gaze was lost in the blue eyes of the girl in white bodysuit, so much so that I only learned of the seventh whip by the impact against the buttocks of the black bodysuit. That spanking-based account seemed to guide us all three to orgasm. The more they accumulated the closer I felt to culminating all that: the spying, touching me while watching, the eyes and voice of the dominant, the provocative reactions of his partner. The eighth was given to her by me, intoxicated by the false sense of power that the girl who controlled us both had given me. I felt the sweat running down my back as my hips moved over his thigh vehemently. There was only one whip left and, even though I slowed down, my pleasure was about to overflow. I tried to hold it back but my anatomy went free and it went off. The dominant hands accompanied our assault, mine sank into her sex, and the moanings of one merged with those of the other. The climax hit me right when I heard the last of the whippings. The protagonist moaned as I disbanded inside and wetted everything outside. A sense of serenity took hold of me and left my mind blank for a few seconds. But soon I seemed to hear the voice of the commander: I had been delivered from the scourges, but only for this night.

The night glides gently through the window, darkening Anabel’s work desk, whose thoughts burned like a candle in the darkness.. A passionate writer, she faced the creation of her story, like a weaver of dreams that interweaves threads of desire between words. The keys on her laptop tinted like the notes of a secret, feminine melody, a symphony of words flowing with the grace of an unstoppable river, taking her through a sensory journey.. Carina, the protagonist of his story, began her journey through a universe of new emotions, like a lonely sailor in unknown waters, defying currents of fear and nervousness.. Her previous experiences, always with men, had been like stations on a journey through the heteronormative, but now she felt she was willing to explore unknown territory.. In this unstoppable world of words, in every line, in every page that Anabel wrote, desire was fed by tenderness, passion and some modesty, like a poetic dance in spring.. Seduction becomes a subtle, infinite choreography, a game between the looks, caresses of intention and desire and silent promises that floated in the air like leaves carried by the gentle and intense wind.. The caresses of the breath of his lips are whispers of complicity, just like those leaves that whisper secrets to the wind. Once again, the day gives way to the night, a starry night that becomes again a witness of passion, an accomplice of a new furtive encounter between those two women, Carina and that mysterious woman whose name he did not know and yet he closed his eyes and could draw every fold of her skin, every movement of her body, letting himself be carried away by passion, like a starry canvas painted with brushstrokes of something that perhaps could be called love. The plot was woven with delicacy, words of love, nuances of intimacy. An image that captures flashes of light in every reflection, creating a symphony of shared emotions. «¿And what is your name? “, Carina asked, as she walked away wrapped in a halo of passion, in that fiery mane, a shy butterfly that ventures to explore an unknown garden. «Julia,” he said without turning, knowing and feeling Carina’s desire on his skin, like an echo that resonates in the silence of the night, like the halo of aroma of freshly baked apple and cinnamon pie.. In this vacillation between silences and words, between reality and imagination, each encounter became a rich parenthesis of passion and complicity, Carina and Julia, Julia and Carina, forms and skins that end up confusing in the imagination and fantasy of Anabel, like the seasons on an inner journey. Carina and Julia became mysterious accomplices, two conspirators who share a sacred secret housed in the cavities of their female body. Anabel describes with skill every encounter, every skin to skin appointment, just as a painter plasmas emotional landscapes on a free, white canvas.. Without realizing it, Anabel could not stop writing, filling pages and pages of suggestive sensuality, respectful and sincere, like a perfume that impregnates the air and awakens all the senses.. A dance between the explicit and the imaginary, like a dance that glides between reality and desire, crossing the smooth and silky line between fantasy and desire. The following paragraph shall apply: 33. Julia, a daring seeker of desire, sometimes proposed to her companion of passion sheets to share one of those objects of pleasure that complement the experience making it unique, vibrant and infinite, like a detail that enhances the beauty of a painting without being the protagonist.. Both women undress from inside out, the body is just a territory, the soul is the unity. Each encounter is fuller than the previous one, elevating the sensations of the lovers, leading them to discover a new and exquisite joy, endless, like a spring flowing in a hidden oasis.. It is here that the line between fantasy and reality blurs, like a landscape that blurs into the distance, creating a canvas where the duality of emotions intertwine, like colors that mix in an artistic palette.. Every keystroke sounds in Anabel like a lively heartbeat shared between the author and the lovers of her pages, every pause, a breath of desire to continue typing the story, like the beat of a heart that beats in unison and expands with the universe.. The lines are filled with words ordered in a natural way, feminine words, words of a suggestive sensuality, a dance between the explicit and the imaginary, like a symphony composed in the silence of the night. Emotional connections are the backbone of each story, celebrating the beauty of human experiences that transcend the physical, like a song that lifts the spirit.. The smell of virtual ink permeated the air as Anabel continued to paint the story on her screen, like an alchemist mixing ingredients to create a magic potion.. Julia’s journey became a shared journey, an exploration that led both women to discover new dimensions of intimacy and pleasure, as explorers unraveling the secrets of an uncharted land.. And in this universe of words, sensuality manifested in every turn of phrase, every pause, every period is an invitation to the reader to imagine, to participate in the scene, to change the fate of the following words that are creators of passion. And each line, like a whisper that caresses the skin, inviting to immerse in the passion that dwells in those pages and leaving spaces of silence,Having an affair with my former English teacher and my daughter's current teacher had been surprising, inevitable... and very pleasant. Charlotte was sexy, kind, intelligent and she had a shy streak that drove me crazy from the first time I saw her in the adult classes. Now that we knew each other well enough, the blushing and babbling had disappeared, which is why playing at being almost strangers was so exciting to me.. The two of us had a challenge between us, like the bet: would we be able to pretend that we barely knew each other? I thought so, she was sure we couldn't overcome the desire to feel our bodies from the beginning. However, now that she was there she realized that, perhaps, Charlotte was right. The memory of two nights ago, when I went to bring him dinner at the office and we ended up doing it on the table, destroyed my intentions of enjoying a slow cooker on this occasion.. I wanted her now, and no matter how much I tried to convince my body that slow burn, as she called it, could be very stimulating, but I needed her now.. The book the teacher was looking for seemed to have vanished, although it no longer mattered.. Maybe it didn't even exist. Charlotte's hands were no longer groping on the bookshelf, but rather held firmly on the desk, gripped by the tension between them.. I didn't need to see her face to know that her eyes were closed, and that heavy breathing was a sign that her excitement was growing by the minute.. I took her by the waist so that we were face to face and I looked into her eyes for a few moments. They were a color I had only seen once: on a trip to the Aegean Sea. I looked down at her lips, which were parted and looked as juicy as ever. I brought my hand to the bottom of hers, letting my fingertips caress it gently. He moaned, and I plunged my index finger into her mouth. The teacher transformed her sweet gaze into a more challenging one as she caught my finger in her mouth. She sucked it, she sucked it and challenged me without even saying a word. She then grabbed my wrists, ready to take control, but I was quicker and held her hips. I made her sit on the table and, in one quick movement, raised her skirt to her waist. Her panties were white lace. Though I loved that garment, I quickly put it aside. Anticipation consumed me with every passing second, as if we were wasting precious time. So my fingers, daring, slipped through her wet folds and we moaned at the same time. Her for the contact, me for knowing she was responsible for her arousal. She was practically slipping between her legs and Charlotte's hands encouraged me to explore more by digging her nails into my shoulders. I caressed her clitoris insistently with small flutters. First soft, then more intense, until I felt how that organ meant only for pleasure hardened between my fingers. That was what he had wanted all day. The sound of an alarm interrupted us and the teacher hurried to turn it off on her smart watch.. She snorted. She looked at me with her laborious breathing, and immediately left a quick kiss on my lips before telling me: "Five minutes.. "I can do it in five minutes," I assured him.. Other times she had done it in less time. Still with Charlotte's eyes locked on mine, I sank two of my fingers inside her. I could see her eyes narrow and her mouth open as she let out a guttural moan. I curved index and middle fingers inside her, letting them stimulate her in small waves, as I knew she liked best.. She wrapped her legs around my waist to bring me closer to her anatomy and I dropped my body weight against her hand to get deeper penetration. I used my hips to thrust into her again and again, without forgetting that movement that seemed to melt her inside her, like she melted me just by looking at me.. She continued to do it as if in defiance, while I felt her wetter with each passing moment, her clitoris swollen against my thumb. The frequency of her moans told me how close she was to her, and I took that as a reference.. I increased her speed and penetrated her deeper, until I kept my fingers inside her and let them search for the exact spot that would make her orgasm.. I knew it as well as the city I grew up in. Charlotte rested her head on my shoulder and bit my earlobe as what felt like a strong climax of hers coursed through her. She tensed completely, inside and out, and then, suddenly, she relaxed. She let the pleasure wash over her and relaxed his grip on her legs. Her limbs were shaking and she was panting as if she had just run the longest marathon of her life..

A security guard at the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam befriends a new employee with whom she will share her work nights.. Don't miss this story, written by Thais Duhtie. Continue below.. The sound of the employee access door closing made me sigh with relief, like every afternoon. At that time, in Amsterdam, it would get dark before the museum closed its doors to visitors and the building was plunged into darkness.. Only the emergency lights barely provided any light and, along with my flashlight, they were all the company I used to have until the shift change.. Working as a night watchman was not my dream job, but working at the Rijksmuseum was something different.. He was a student of the art school of his father, and after he had finished his studies, he decided to pursue a career in the arts, "though I was a bit of a craftsman." My passion for art was forcibly diluted over time, while I tried possible professions to earn a living without deciding on any.. The need to pay my expenses led me to stay with the option that seemed calmer. And yes, it certainly was. Or, at least, it had been at the beginning, when I spent the hours of my shift walking through the dark rooms, attentive to the slightest noise; but the museum remained in a dead silence.. He didn't even have contact with the other security guard, the one in the camera room.. Over time, I learned to navigate the eighty galleries and recognize the works of art, and whenever I could, I borrowed a book about the museum from the gift shop and sat in front of the paintings to reveal their mysteries.. However, the tranquility was replaced by something even better when a new camera room guard entered.. We had never met face to face, but every night we had long conversations over the walkie. First to get bored less, then to get to know each other better and now to try to discover where this was going. Katja attracted me like no one had in years and what had once been long nights at work had turned into dates in front of the most iconic works of Dutch art where time flew by. When my shift ended, I wanted it to be five in the afternoon again so I could continue talking to her and get lost in her soft, calm voice, which made me fall in love with her and excite me in equal measure.. The spell ended when the replacement arrived and we left the museum through different entrances.. "We're alone," Katja confirmed from the walkie. Flora from maintenance has already left with her bike, I saw it on camera. I sighed, not knowing what to say yet, and then realized how nervous she was. Not even during the job interview to enter the Rijksmuseum had my heart beat that fast. The four elements are represented by the four seasons, the four seasons representing the four elements, and the four elements representing the four seasons.. It still seemed incredible to me to be able to step on that. "Well, we started the night well. " She said, and I could recognize the sound of the keyboard. Can you go to the Night Watch gallery? I see something strange. Be careful.. I ignored the stained glass windows of the great hall, which that night seemed illuminated by the light of the full moon, and crossed the Gallery of Honor with silent but quick steps.. Before reaching the room, I saw something flickering in one of the corners. The painting, behind a huge fish tank, lit up at times. —I think it's a cell phone. —I approached stealthily and confirmed my suspicions when I saw how the alarm made it vibrate.—. Someone must have lost it. Then I take it to lost and found. —I put the device in my pocket. "Thank goodness," she whispered, and her voice suddenly changed.. Don't you find it ironic that the first strange event since I've worked here took place in this room? You know, the Night Watch, while you and I do the night watch. "It is." I paused to gather the confidence I never felt and steeled myself. And you know what's ironic too? That we haven't seen each other yet. —You are very insistent. -when i want. -Ok. -Okay? —Okay, but I want something first. i want to see more of you. I stared at the gallery camera, which was flashing red. I giggled, half defiant, half hesitant, and thought about how that night could end: making faces, or kissing, maybe.. —Follow me while I show you my world. —How do you want me to follow you? —With the cameras. I retraced my steps through the Gallery of Honor and stopped in front of the landscape of a river with some men on horses.. But it wasn't that painting that interested me. I turned right and pointed to the work in front of me. —Asselijn's threatened swan. —I released the top button of my white shirt, revealing an off-white bra—. Oil on canvas. A swan defends itself against a dog. It's life size, did you know that?

I need your caresses because I suffer from an uncontrollable desire for sweetness. I long for your tender kisses because your lips make me forget everything. I want your touch because it allows me to freeze time. Your caressing hands are the first step of a divine journey. Your pampering is like a drug to me. I'm addicted!

When you meet your first love, the imagination flies. What would have happened if you had continued together? If you had had the opportunity, would you have been freed from one another? Some say that the outstanding accounts always end up settled, in one way or another, so in this erotic story we propose you to imagine how would be that love affair with the guy that you liked so much in youth.

A witch should never be afraid in the darkest forest because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.

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According to stories, a witch is usually ugly and terrifying; however, there are a few that make the exception. Dozens of sorceresses, who have committed their misdeeds in the Seventh Art, have provoked the sighs of knights and even the envy of certain women..

All these things of witchcraft come from the carnal passion, which is insatiable in these women. As it is written in the book of Proverbs, There are three things that are insatiable, and four that never say enough: hell, the barren womb, the earth that cannot be sated with water, the fire that never says enough. For us here: the mouth of the vulva. So, to satisfy their desires, they turn to the devils. There's more to say, but to the intelligent, it seems enough to understand that there's nothing surprising about the fact that there are more witches among women than men.. Consequently, this heresy is called not of the witches, but of the witches.

In the fairy's throat was a fairy who tubed a child who could not breastfeed, and took him to a woman of Granollers de Rocacorba who had raised a girl. In gratitude, the fairy gave him a savage skirt.. The woman, despising that present, because he was already at home, threw him into the well of Pedret. When she got home, she noticed that her skirt still had some crumbs left but they were shining brightly.. What the fairy had given him was actually gold..

According to tales, a witch is usually ugly and scary; however, there are a few exceptions. Dozens of witches, who have done their misdeeds in the Seventh Art, have caused the sighs of the knights and even the envy of certain women..