NamiMyres

I imagine you want to effleurer my lips slowly and come jusqu'à ma bouche. I imagine what you want and what makes you mouldy. Now imagine that. Imagine what makes me mouldering and enjoying imagine what you make me resentful dans mon corps, dans la grotte où je fais mon temps.

ooh, ooh, ooh we called it off again last night, but ooh, ooh, ooh this time, I'm telling you, I'm telling you we are never, ever, ever getting back together We are never, ever, ever getting back together You go talk to your friends Talk to my friends, talk to me but we are never, ever, ever getting back together back together

My slave, fear me. Love me, you know. My slave! I am with you the vastest sunset of my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star. When they move away from you my steps return to me. My own whip falls on my life. You are what is inside me and is far away. Fleeing like a chorus of chased mists. Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far. And what, being far away under my feet, walks. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in ruins.

Thank you for all the nice things you say to me, I hope you like everything, I send you lots of kisses and hugs, when are you coming to have fun?

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I've realized that I really like elegance, sensuality, and fun, yes, I like the sophisticated clothes that I wear and when I see myself I am very successful, I really want to touch myself, but I also like that I see and like it. I like playful lingerie, also gamer and uncomplicated clothing, to be your queen of sensuality. I also like to look at my legs, and think about everything you could do with them, they want you, although I am a very tender girl, I like to play a lot.

Today I feel like looking into your eyes and you think that each and every moment with you is the most unique and special, when I feel my body when yours just thinking about it because through the screen I want you and I know you want me, play with me that loves it and make me so happy arriving together to the clouds and dispatching with the rhythm of your heart next to my chest and Your sweet voice, see how every time your hand goes up and down and my hand follows the rhythm of yours, feel, going down to my hips and crotches as you kiss me sweetly and then with a fiery passion that makes the butterflies in my stomach activate and that there I want to go down and I felt everything of you, Every part of you, just like this my darling, just like this.

They dream of you, without having met you, they declare themselves to you without actually speaking to you, and they covet you: All the students of academies and universities, the workers of all the workshops, the shopkeepers of all the bazaars; They all carry you in their thoughts, and each one is, without knowing it, your lover.. They still don't know that you exist, nor the number or the name of the street where your house stands, all made of stone, hidden among the willows, with the balcony to the East, and its geraniums perfuming the air.. You are five foot seven, and weigh fifty-seven pounds; fluctuatingly, your hair descends to your shoulders, and your breasts are tropical fruits, firm, ripe, so appetizing. , but although they imagine it, they don't know it. Every day they wait for you, and as the afternoon closes, they leave the door open, with the absurd hope that you will pass by and, without ringing the bell, enter their space, and hug them.. You don't suspect those warm, invisible hands, stretched out to your flesh; perhaps, without knowing them, you long for them, but so incorporeal, so distant.. You are a dream of many. I also dreamed of you, in the olive groves, on the deserted beaches, on the carpet by the crackling fire, under the dense shadow of the elms, almost within my reach.. And you, so circumspect, so remote, never suspected it. Until one day, all those who dreamed of you, all those who were dying to wait for you, those who trembled for your naked skin, the entire thick swarm of men in love who slept with you, roaming every night in your body, without you noticing, lubricated, unanimous, entered into myself. Its cosmic force dragged me along an irrevocable path. I looked for you, I found you, you received me, and I could neither nor wanted to leave. you no longer have a choice; i hold the fiber of millions, and its start.

They dream of you, without knowing you, they declare themselves to you without speaking to you, and they covet you: all the students of academies and universities, the workers of all the workshops, the shopkeepers of all the bazaars; they all carry you in their thoughts, and it is, without knowing it, each of your lover. They don't know you exist, nor the number or the name of the street where your house stands, all stone, hidden among the willows, with the balcony to the east, and its geraniums scenting the air.. You are one seventy-two, and you weigh fifty-seven kilos; fluctuating your hair descends to the shoulders, and your breasts are tropical fruits, firm, ripe, so appetizing. , but even though they imagine it, they don't know it. Every day they wait for you, and at the end of the day, they leave the door open, hoping absurdly that you'll come through and without ringing the bell, you'll walk into their space, and you'll hug them.. You do not suspect those warm, invisible hands, stretched out to your flesh; perhaps, without knowing them, you miss them, but so incorporeal, so distant. You are dream of many. I dreamed of you too, in the olive groves, on the deserted beaches, on the carpet by the crackling fire, under the dense shade of the elms, almost almost within my reach.. And you, so circumspect, so remote, you never suspected it.. Until one day, all those who dreamed of you, all those who agonized waiting for you, all those who trembled for your naked skin, all the thick swarm of men in love who slept with you, roaming every night in your body, without you noticing, lusty, unanimous, entered me. His cosmic force has dragged me down an irreversible path.. I looked for you, I found you, you received me, and I could not and I did not want to retire. You have no choice; I stop the fiber of millions, and its start.

That thirst I had, the one I feel today, the one that will dehydrate me tomorrow, the one that finds no glass or fountain to remedy my urgency of the moment; the thirst for you, the accumulation of ravings that desire strings together, the thirst that does not reach you, even if it is close, and if it did, it would make me thirstier; the thirst that tries to annihilate itself with kisses, the thirst to penetrate you to the bone, the thirst for you, for you, for you, woman; Turn Fountain, Spring, Well,

And turn me on and off this joy, to turn me on again.

Simply dressed in your skin, you don't have to disguise yourself as a worldly woman; you are who you are, noble courtesan or vestal maiden, or you strike a balance between the two. When you come to me I can see the majestic Sultan of Istanbul, or the mountain woman congratulating the archpriest. But I see you, vital, primary, beyond varnish and clothing, without artificial form or color. Naked you are authentic, more alive and at the same time more sensual, more impulsive, stripped of theatrical effects..

Dressed only in your skin, you don't have to disguise yourself as a worldly woman; you are who you are, noble courtesan or vestal maiden, or you balance both. When you come to me I can see the noble Sultan of Istanbul, or the mountain woman who offers the Archpriest parabens. But I see you, vital, primary, beyond varnish and clothing, without artificial form or color. Naked you are authentic, more alive, and at the same time more sensual, more impulsive, stripped of theatrical effects..

Once more I will take you, I will love you once more, and you must love me. Your rose will open without resistance, and I will flood your belly with my essence, exploding in color your fantasy while you call me yours and I make you mine.. But I will not make you a fleeting conquest that embraces only what the eye sees. The possession of the body is delirious, faster, like a swift walking: brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; but the wonder of this act is in the permanence of contact: Your skin next to mine, warm and firm, never ceasing to look at me and smile; and an absolute blockage of the mind ignoring every absent shadow. The population of the world reduced to two lovers and one life; and without wheels time, only brakes, and beside me the offering of thy breasts. We'll both be suspended in a world beyond the senses, a disembodied world where everything is soul, with passion still alive, but calm.. How will eyes speak to eyes, unlocking the last locks of the hidden, misty areas where other roses have withered. Now we'll pull the curtains up, and light will come to the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in total clarity, and no secrets.. That's how you'll hold me, that's how I'll wait for you, that's how you'll love me, that's how I love you.

Once again I will take hold of you, I will love you once more, and you will love me. Your rose will open without resistance, and I will flood your womb with my essence, exploding your fantasy in color while you call me yours and I make you mine.. But I won't make you an ephemeral conquest that embraces only what the eye sees. The possession of the body is delirious, faster, like a swift walker: Brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; but the wonder of this act is in the permanence of the contact: Your skin next to my skin, warm and firm, without ceasing to look at me and smile at me; and an absolute blockage of the mind, neglecting every absent shadow.. The population of the world reduced to two lovers and one life; and time without wheels, only brakes, and with me the offering of your breasts. We will both find ourselves suspended in a world beyond the senses, a disembodied world in which everything is soul, with passion still alive, but calm.. How eyes will speak to eyes, unlocking the last locks of the hidden, nebulous areas where other roses withered. Now we will take down the curtains, and the light will reach the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in total clarity, and without secrets.. This is how you will hug me, this is how I wait for you, this is how you must love me, this is how I love you..

Once more I've seized you, I'll love you once more and you'll love me. Your rose will open without resistance, and I'll fill your belly with my essence, explode your fantasy in color while you call me your name and make me yours.. But I will not make of thee an ephemere conquest that embraces only what the eye sees.. The possession of the body is a delirium, plus vite, comme un marcheur rapide: brief moments of penetration, and a few moments of ejaculation; but the marvel of this act is in constant contact: Your skin beside my skin, warm and firm, without ceasing to look at me and smile; and an absolute blockage du mental négligeant chaque ombre absente. The population mondiale réduite à deux amants et une vie; et du temps sans roues, seulement des freins, et avec moi l'offrande de tes seins The population mondiale reduced to two lovers and a life; et du temps sans roues, seulement des freins, et avec moi l'offrande de tes seins. We shall all be suspended in a world beyond the senses, a disembodied world in which everything is soul, with passion always alive, but still.. How the eyes will speak to the eyes, open the last locks of the hidden and nebulous zones, where other roses have faded. Now, we will demolish the curtains, and the light will reach the corners, showing the most intimate objects, in all clarity and without secrets.. C'est comme ça that you hug me in my arms, c'est comme ça that I wait for you, C'est comme ça that you must love me, c'est comme ça that I love you.

With swirls of sleeping clouds and threads of moon in cold silver light, weave over my eyes dense veil and plunge me in shadow look. I want to shut myself in the world, awakening my senses to you, on my back, imprisoned in the wrists and ankles of the four supports of the bed; equine of vibrant, trembling skin, of free mind and slave will. My darkness amplifies the sounds, seeing you my ears when you go, and when you stop, they blind me, and your stillness tears me apart. This fresh air sticks to my nipples, and in irrepressible anxiety they wait; they seem to sense your nearness, but not the feverish touch. What's keeping you? Oh the trembling of the thighs when your hand on them advances, and I unresponsive to the caress, while imperceptibly you advance. The gentle twitch of warm fingers that in the breasts in a circle slips, gives way to the snap of the beast, of the endearing beast that overwhelms. If in haste, I will stop you; if in slowness, I will speed up the march; if in gentleness, I will demand abruptness; if in rage, I will beg for calm.. Let the provocative bird of prey swarm over me, lifting up its stiff menacing head, and penetrate deep into my bowels. I can't embrace you, force me fierce, without hearing moans or demands, to gallop, to gallop, my rider, my rider of intrepid journey. Intimate, unrelenting, your unmistakable squeeze portends white rash. ¿Will you come into my basement, irrigate my pale surface, or inject your intermittent extract into the concavity of my throat? Oh, what neglect in me, what insufficiency; how much anticipation is poured out upon me, without freedom of action; I want and I cannot, the ligaments that bind me are strained, my skin is strained, hands and feet are tight, and my lustful train is at full speed. On board, companion, lover, on board, ignoring stations and stops, nightly journey to infinity, drown and knot yourself to my soul.

With swirling sleepy clouds and moon threads in a cold silver light, I weave a thick blindfold over my eyes and plunge my gaze into the shadows. I want to shut myself away from the world, awakening my senses in you, from behind, trapped in the wrists and ankles of the four pillars of the bed; X with vibrant and trembling skin, free mind and slave will. My darkness amplifies the sounds, my ears see you as you go, and when you stop, they go blind to me, and your stillness tears me apart.. This fresh air makes my nipples stand up, and with uncontrollable anxiety they wait; they seem to sense your nearness, but not your feverish touch. ¿What's holding you back? O the trembling of the thighs when your hand advances over them, and I unresponsive to the caress, while you move imperceptibly. The gentle play of warm fingers that slide in circles over the breasts, gives way to the clutches of the beast, the endearing beast that overwhelms. If I'm in a hurry, I want to stop you; if I'm slow, I want to speed up; if I'm gentle, I want to be brusque; if I'm out of breath, I'll pray for calm.. The bird of prey hovers provocatively over me, raises its stiff, threatening head and penetrates deep into my belly.. I can't hug you, force myself, without hearing moans or demands, gallop, gallop, my rider, my rider of intrepid journey. Intimate and unforgettable fountain, your unmistakable stern augurs a white eruption. ¿Will it enter my subsoil, irrigate my pale surface, or inject its intermittent extract into the concavity of my throat? Oh, what abandonment in me, what insufficiency; how much anticipation is poured upon me, without freedom of action; I want and I cannot, the ties that bind me are strained, the skin is strained, the hands and feet contract and my lust is a train in full swing. On board, companion, lover, on board, ignoring stations and stops, night journey to infinity, drown and tie yourself to my soul.

With the rebounds of sleeping clouds and the moon's rays in a cold silver light, weave a thick band on my eyes and plunge my gaze into the shadow.. I want to be sick in the world, to wake up my senses towards you, on my two, prisoner to the poignets and ankles of the four mountains of the bed, with a skin that trembles and trembles, with a free spirit and the will of a slave.. My darkness amplifies the sounds, seeing my ears when you walk, and when you stop, they become blind to me, and your stillness tears me apart.. Cet air frais fait dresser mes tétons, et dans une anxiété irrépressible, ils attendent; They seem to perceive your proximité, but not the feverish contact. What's slowing you down? Oh the trembling of the thighs when your hand is on them, and I'm not answering the caress, while you're moving imperceptibly.. The doux jeu des doigts chauds qui glisse en cercle dans les seins, Cede au coup de la bête, of the beast attachant who is overwhelming. If I'm in a hurry, I want to stop you; if it's slow, speed up the pace; if it's for the sweet, I demand the brusquerie; in case of explosion, I pray for calm.. Pass the mouse on me, provocateur l'oiseau de proie qui soulève sa tête rigide et menaçante, and penetrate into the depths of my heart. I cannot hold you in my arms, force-moi férocement, without understanding of groans and demands, gallop, gallop, mon cavalier, mon cavalier de voyage intrepid. Intimate supplier who cannot be reported, your râle d'agonie indubitable. Is it coming in my underwear, is it irrigating my pale surface, or are the injections being extracted intermittently in the throat cavity? Oh, what abandonment in me, what insufficiency; how much anticipation invades me, no freedom of action; I want but I cannot, You tighten the bonds that bind me, strengthen the skin, move the hands and feet, and my lasciviousness a train at all speed. A bord, compagnon, amant, à bord, ignore the stations and the stops, voyage nocturne vers l'infini, noyez-vous et attachez-vous à mon âme. I'm not going to be able to go on this trip without you..

Strip yourself to the light, so slowly, that my desire will try to spur you, and in half-discovering myself every part must slow the impatient impetus. It is every fold an irreverent devil that uncovers and conceals, without showing you in your full splendor, and I must enjoy you in slow intermittent process. My eyes shall be transformed into a hand that, filled with pagan fervor, will tear your shirt off in a single pull. And in return we'll tie our limbs, and fall from the frocks in the convulsion.

Undress yourself in the light, so slowly, that my desire tries to spur you on, and by half-discovering myself, each part must stop the impatient impetus. Each fold is an irreverent devil that reveals and conceals, without showing you in your total splendor, and I must enjoy you in a slow intermittent process.. My eyes must be transformed into a hand that, compelled by pagan fervor, will tear off your blouse in one fell swoop.. And in reciprocity we will knot our limbs, and we will fall from frolics into convulsion.

Deshabille-toi à la lumière, si lentement, that mon désir tente de t'aiguillonner, et qu'en découvrant à moitié chaque partie de moi je dois retenir l'élan impatient. I was born in the middle of the night.. Chaque pli est un diable irréverent qui découvre et cache, sans te montrer dans sa splendeur totale, et je dois jouir de toi dans un lent processus intermittent. Every pli is an irreverent devil who discovers and hides, without showing you in his total splendour, and I must enjoy you in a slow and intermittent process.. My eyes must turn into a hand that, pushed by the ferveur païenne, will tear your chemisier from a dry blow.. And in return, we'll lose our limbs, and we'll fall from our knees in convulsions..

Undress me slowly by squeezing breasts and hips, and slide your fingers diligently between buttons, laces, zippers. Look into my eyes and open my blouse, and unlock the prison breasts, that my desire nothing refuses you, and they are the desire messengers. It opens to you like two tender roses, waiting for the tongue in the nipples, and I sense tremors in my legs, and a searing air in my lungs. There is no ambiguity in my offer, it goes to you without shame or timidity, and though tinged with frivolity, it seems always the first time. Kiss my hungry mouth with moisture, and let both tongues play in touch, there must be nothing to which I do not consent, mine is the will, yours is the act. In my back are unusual paths that my hand has never traveled, and from your fingers swirl swirls erasing the skin of my side. In short and delicate shake my blouse shoulders fall off; half-naked am I, and burned, and also the arms, which reach out to thee. Stop briefly at the waist, circle me in circular caresses, and explore the rest of my architecture, with free passage to all my places. The skirt falls to your feet. , finally naked.. How free and independent I feel. There is no hesitation or doubt in me, only serenity. , and boldness. My eyes are in your fixed eyes, and your hands envelop me insistently; soft contacts cause rejoicings, slow frictions come more frequent. Come closer, cover me whole, chain me to you, and open my rose, give me a total kiss, so that it results in voluptuous fusion. Stand up and receive the double hug, and as I surround your body with my legs, introduce your fury of a snap negating my internal chambers. The impetus, the groan and the sweat will tell me that I am yours and you are mine; we shall be mutual possessors, like the stream and the waters in the river.

Strip me with your hands slowly contemplating breasts and hips, and slide your fingers diligently between buttons, ties, zippers. Look me in the eyes and open my blouse, and lower my imprisoned breasts, for my desire nothing denies you, and they are messengers of desire. They open to you like two tender roses, waiting for your tongue on their nipples, and I feel trembling in my legs, and a burning air in my lungs. There is no ambiguity in my offer, it comes to you without impudence or timidity, and though tinged with frivolity, it always seems the first time. Kiss my hungry mouth with moisture, and let both tongues play in touch, there must be nothing that I do not consent, the will is mine, the act is yours. On your back are unusual paths that my hand has never walked, and from your fingers swirl swirls that erise the skin of my side. In a brief and delicate shake my shoulders fall off my blouse; I am half naked and angry, and lift up my arms, reaching out to you. Stop briefly at the waist, surround me with circular caresses and explore the rest of my architecture, with free passage to all my places. The skirt falls to my feet. , finally naked.. How free and independent I feel. There is no hesitation or doubt in me, only serenity. , and boldness. My eyes are fixed on your eyes, and your hands cover me with insistence; soft touches bring joy, slow friction is more frequent. Come near, cover me completely, chain me to you, and open my rose, give me a total kiss, so that it results in a voluptuous fusion. Stand and receive the double hug, and when I surround your body with my legs, introduce your rage with one blow, flooding my internal chambers. The impulse, the groan and the sweat will tell me that I am yours and you are mine; we shall be mutual possessors, like the stream and the waters of the river

Take off your hands slowly over your breasts and hips, and slide your fingers diligently between the buttons, the laces, the zippers. Look into my eyes and open my blouse, and unhook my imprisoned breasts, that my desire nothing denies you, and that they are the messengers of desire. They open before you like two tender roses, waiting for the tongue over the nipples, and I feel trembling in my legs and burning air in my lungs. There is no ambiguity in my offer, it is addressed to you without shame or timidity, and though tinged with frivolity, it seems that it is always the first time. Kiss my hungry mouth, and play both tongues in touch, there must be nothing I do not want to consent, my will, you the act. In my back, there are unusual paths that my hand has never trod, and your fingers, swirls of your fingers, erise the skin of my side.. With a brief and delicate shake my blouse falls from my shoulders; I am half naked and in flames, and I lift up my arms, stretching out to you. A brief break on the waist, rolling in circular caresses, and exploring the rest of my architecture, with clear passage to all my places. The skirt falls at my feet. , finally naked.. What freedom and independence I feel. There is no hesitation or doubt in me anymore, only serenity.. And boldness. My eyes are fixed upon thine, and thy hands are pressing round me; the touches cause joy, the slow frets become more frequent.. Come closer, cover me completely, chain me to you and

You are the portion of you in me, in the hole that our bodies cannot cover, if entangled they cohabit in a mass of embraces The infinite wrinkle formed in the sheet of our skin, the scattered curtain that floats wandering between the moans of a wounded animal The light of the alarm clock that flickers winking at the loving death, a drop of barefoot sweat that smashes on the ground, settles on my feet and evaporates The same wood forged in alabaster candied with the smell of cinnamon and mint, the rusty latch of old tricks, the mote of dust that frays into thousands of floating lights, motionless in the gravity of a faint reflection The picture that hangs at the headboard; Sinuous and reptilian hanging from hugging tulips The corner of the stained-glass window crack that lets out fluctuating swings of light: white opals that crash against the wall The narrow mattress that screams its unstable existence, the electric lamp that casts Chinese shadows and esparto grass You are the very room where, devoid of your particles, the alchemy of our bodies takes place

You are the portion of you in me, in the gap that our bodies cannot cover, if entangled they cohabit in a mass of hugs The infinite wrinkle formed in the sheet of our skin, the scattered curtain that floats wandering between the moans of a wounded animal The light of the alarm clock that blinks winking at the amorous death, a drop of sweat barefoot that stamps on the floor, settles on my feet and evaporates The same wood forged in alabaster candied with the smell of cinnamon and mint, the rusty latch of old tricks, the speck of dust that frays into thousands of floating lights, motionless in the gravity of a faint reflection The painting that hangs on the headboard; sinuous and reptilian hanging of tulips embraced The corner in the crack of the stained glass window that lets out fluctuating swings of light: white opals that crash against the wall The narrow mattress that screams its unstable existence, the electric lamp that projects Chinese shadows and esparto grass You are the very chamber where, condensed with your particles, the alchemy of our bodies takes place.

You are the part of you in me, in the hollow that our bodies cannot cover, if they become entangled they cohabit in a hodgepodge of embraces The infinite wrinkle that forms in the sheet of our skin, the scattered curtain that floats wandering between the moans of a wounded animal The light of awakening that winks at death in love, a drop of barefoot sweat that imprints itself on the floor, settles on my feet and evaporates, the same wood wrought in alabaster, candied with the smell of cinnamon and mint, the rusty latch of old stuff, the speck of dust that unravels into thousands of little floating lights, motionless in the heaviness of a faint reflection, the picture hanging from the headboard; The wedge in the stained glass window that lets out oscillations of light: The white opals crashing against the wall The narrow mattress that screams its unstable existence, the electric lamp that casts kinetic shadows and esparto You are the very room where, condensed with particles of you, the alchemy of our bodies takes place

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room. your sighs on my bed.

Come, I invite you to enter my life, I want to hear the soft melody of your voice in my room. Your sighs in my bed.

Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my chamber. You are in my bed.

I imagine you want to rub my lips slowly and climb up to my mouth. I can imagine what you want and what makes you wet. Now you imagine. Imagine what makes me wet and come imagine what you make me feel in my body, in the cave chamber where I'm serving my sentence

I imagine you want to slowly brush my lips and go up to my mouth. I imagine what you want and what makes you wet. Now you imagine. Imagine what makes me get wet and come, imagine what you make me feel in my body, in the room of the cave where I serve my sentence.

Taste me sweetly and with greed you eat me, consume me, devour me, as if I were the forbidden fruit, the apple of sin..

taste me sweetness and greedily eat me, consume me, devour me, as if I were the forbidden fruit, the apple of sin.

Goûtez-moi avec douceur et avidité, eat me, consume me, devour me, as if I were the fruit of the vine, the apple of sin..