"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Rough Encounter











I’m coming to you dressed only with my pearls and my stockings. I chose white, for the virginal effect, knowing that it will be a real turn on for you. You see me as soon as I enter the room, and your eyes widen slightly. You drop the book you were reading and come to me with that feline walk you always use to arouse me. You grab my arm, pull me against you and give me a quick kiss. You take me in your arms and carry me to the sofa where you drop me, not tenderly. But I know that tonight is not about tenderness and I smile at you, pleased with your macho moves. You undress in a hurry and grab my legs, open them wide, while your cock search for my pussy. You enter me without any preliminaries, and in spite of the pain, or maybe because of it, I moan in pleasure. You take me savagely, grunting and cursing.

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