new

I am neW.The thought of me being anythingdifferent is foreign to you.This is why we don't mix;we are water and oil that triedto join ourselves to become onein this vase of love.You live in the past while I searchfor the future and newness,like a baby exiting its mother's womb.I am newstill me,but I have grown into new versionsof myselfTo you however,I will always be that old me.

world day of female orgasm

He noted a study from the University of Central Lancashire and the University of Leeds, in England: 80% of women fake orgasms with a certain habit. In Spain they exceed 60%. When the causes do not reach their peak -value the obvious-, a day of vindication is founded, of celebration of what little remains; a day that is like hurrying a glass and asking for the next one. August 8, why not, as bad or as good as any other. Close your eyes, let yourself go, let only the true be heard. Baptizing a day is like empowering it, causing it to happen, activating the mechanism. That is why, in 2006, at the initiative of the Brazilian councilor Arimateio Dantas -who wanted to compensate the "sexual debts" of his wife-, it began to be called this day the Women's Orgasm. World Day, eye, hardly unpretentious.

Sadomasochist

Look me in the eyes in a bestial way, embrace me with the fire of your gaze; make my bones tremble, that with you I do not fear anything. Approach me like a wild beast, sniffing and watching its prey, take me with your hands and push me abruptly; cornered against the wall without having escape. Meanwhile, aprisióname with your body, so that my veins burns with fervor my skin is shuddering and increase my desire to kiss you. Having already with your eyes, dominated; let your hands run from my hair to my feet, while you kiss me passionately, wildly and bite my lips until your soul drink. I want my hands to tear your back, your body, which next to mine causes me to awaken in me the unimaginable, my dark side, let me tear your clothes in an instant; of your body I long to be satiated. I feel your lips kiss my skin, how you bite my neck and that corner of my shoulder, to make me crazy and in that moment my lips begin their journey. I kiss your neck gently, with great temptation to bite him and leave my memory, to cause you a pleasant pain, that drives you even more mad at the moment. Between this surrender we undress, tearing everything out of ourselves, heading towards the place where our sin will be born. Your body is thrown over mine, the heat and excitement increase with each movement, I turn and I am the one who dominate, I tie your hands in handcuffs, you will receive ru punishment. I like that I am helpless, I want to see the enjoyment in your face, of your suffering; a whip lashes your chest and your gimes of excitement, while the pain is increasing. I taste every inch of your skin with my lips, between lashes and nibbles, which give you great pleasure. Then I release you and I am now your innocent prisoner; helpless and helpless, do what you want with me. You ruck my back and my chest, you bite the aureoles that adorn my breasts and cry of the pleasure that this intense door causes. Marks all my body with your hands and your lips, you bite my sex uncontrollably and I shudder more, becoming an addiction this suffering, irremediably. Because the pain that you can cause me more and more excites me, do not regret I am your slave and you my master, play with my body, control me without thinking; I am your faithful and lusty sadomasochist.

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