This story could be true.
Or not ...
We met a mutual friend, who taught him some pictures of me and I fell in love instantly. Or at least that I said. He lived in the Land's End, I, near the sand waves lapping at the Mediterranean. But that was not a bar to go see his face close. Fifteen sleepless nights after learning of its existence, and the evolution of hours typing honeyed words, promises of eternal feeling, and eulogies by Night and treachery, I decided. Fifteen nights were too many nights. With corresponding days, feeling the wife of a man he had never seen before, but I wanted pierced his euphoria while the laptop from which I wrote all those words of love. Feeling the most beautiful creatures on earth ... What woman encandilaría not it? Or what man? I grabbed my suitcase and got far more than necessary. And I flew to the End of the Earth. With ticket. One way.
I remember seeing him standing there waiting for me at the airport. I remember my breathing accelerated as he approached me and my guts more and more entangled. I remember seeing then to be more beautiful than ever could have imagined . Tall, slender, straight dark hair and amazing, and those hazel eyes staring at me like a child's look, with a endless and very thick lashes. And I remember your mouth. God, I remember his full mouth and wet, and that huge smile of happiness chained to a hug emanating from the least annoying of the heats in the middle of August.
Then I climbed into his car and took me to breakfast. We stopped in front of all windows to see how it stayed as a couple. Laugh because we liked. Came forward for a moment and looked at her figure from behind. Had the highest ass delicious, smooth, masculine, and broad shoulders. I felt a small but savage impulse, the kind that usually have when a man attracts me physically. So I pulled the hair and pushed him against the wall, and without thinking twice, he kissed her with all the passion that had accumulated during 15 nights of insomnia and their corresponding 15 days. He returned me pull my hair and sucked her mouth as if I wanted to swallow. I noticed her belly below its 15 nights of insomnia with their 15 days had also been hard for. I felt strange in that time. I, in that unknown city, thousands of kilometers, with one man who knew everything, but knew nothing. And yet I could not stop kissing.
never forget the first coffee to take together. It was in a bar in those for which would not give two dollars to enter, near the port. I asked if I wanted to eat a "Donus" and I laughed because they could not pronounce the t. She said she was beautiful when I laughed. We held hands and had breakfast as well, including hugging and cuddling, putting labels on what we thought and wanted to be. Gave me a spike his electric guitar and put it in my bag like a treasure. Did not stop smoking to fill the silence caused by the timidity of our first contacts. Smoked, laughed and repeated over and over again how incredible the situation.
And then we toured this city throughout the day. I do not think you got not a single corner, not a single street, square or corner, which was not seen during our long walk, the deep love we professed. In there. In time. In the here, the now . Each step tantamount to a kiss, a hug each crossing, each change of sidewalk, a nice word. And in each movement, sounded a song, and all were rock hard . So we made love for the first time and the tempo became more smooth, it became almost a blues , perhaps because both wanted to delay the most of that time. Heavens, how I remember her naked body over mine, still, very still, her eyes of fascination, stuck in mine, crystalline, almost as if to strike him down. I stroked her hair and told me he loved me as he came inside me. Soft, very soft. And the closer was the climax, the more I fell in love with him. I wanted to mourn, I wanted to scream, wanted freeze that moment and merged with him, becoming gas. For anyone or anything rob me that he was born in my heart.
many details could have decided to retain my memory of those days in paradise with my love ... Fuchsia panties with me walking in front of him after my shower ... O how he laughed when I became an interminable uncomfortable heels and you take her by the waist ... And those thousands of words of love written in a tablecloth restaurants waiting for our food ... And many, many songs. One song after another. At all times. In every second. In each breath.
And go, "because I had to go," he said, as in the Beatles song 'It Will not Be Long . " And I started counting the seconds remaining to be with him.
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