Sunday, April 3, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Finding Some Ink
She has become more visible now that she is in a relationship with a special guy. Even with all the challenges of a committed relationship these days, the invisible woman has become tinted in some ways..." Sharing your life with someone makes your life seem more visible and relevant because my partner is a reflection of my own inner self"
It is always good to go to the movies with your special someone...
It is always good to go to the movies with your special someone...
Friday, October 1, 2010
Uffffffff
Gee, this guy was almost perfect in bed. He knew just the right combination of roughness and letting go, the right way to tough, to look , the words to say at the right time.She was almost in love with him but....kissing other girls just to get him off was not her idea of soulmate reunion. Very inteligent, maybe he took half viagara just to make her wonder.
Hooked on the feeling of taking over his nice 40 year old body and stiff sexy manhood....if all the words could convey the feeling of having many hours of perfect sex and neat orgarms...well, now she knows where her G spot is supposed to be, even thought experts tell us it does not exist. Now you tell us after two decades of maters and johnsons and all the other hip sex manuals...but this feeling was not in any manual
We could not live up to each other expectations for ever but it was bliss, real bliss for...well...infinite for as long as it lasted as my dear poet Vinícius de Moraes would say.
He almost drove her out of her shell of crazy sex and maybe a bit of love, whatever that means.
If love means fell whole and happy for a full weekend....well, money can not buy that felling...money can provide confortable places to fuck but that feeling of...wanting to get the brains where the genitals are in a nice polite way was something that Avenida Paulista hear that night.
I know I am a screamer, but I can't help it , I can't help it, I can't help it...well it was more than three times, I did stop counting.
Uffffff...I am hooked on the feeling...Uffff
Hooked on the feeling of taking over his nice 40 year old body and stiff sexy manhood....if all the words could convey the feeling of having many hours of perfect sex and neat orgarms...well, now she knows where her G spot is supposed to be, even thought experts tell us it does not exist. Now you tell us after two decades of maters and johnsons and all the other hip sex manuals...but this feeling was not in any manual
We could not live up to each other expectations for ever but it was bliss, real bliss for...well...infinite for as long as it lasted as my dear poet Vinícius de Moraes would say.
He almost drove her out of her shell of crazy sex and maybe a bit of love, whatever that means.
If love means fell whole and happy for a full weekend....well, money can not buy that felling...money can provide confortable places to fuck but that feeling of...wanting to get the brains where the genitals are in a nice polite way was something that Avenida Paulista hear that night.
I know I am a screamer, but I can't help it , I can't help it, I can't help it...well it was more than three times, I did stop counting.
Uffffff...I am hooked on the feeling...Uffff
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Shimmer Shimmer
Working hard. Making new friends. Taking an on line Specialization on Education course. Tutoring many people.
Making ends meet. Dreaming of a nice trip to change the busy routine, just to see some new beautiful faraway land...having fun with old friends. Winter is back again here in São Paulo, on a chilly gloomy day, the ones that are so characteristic of this mega city.
Life is good. The invisible woman shows a glimpse of her golden hair...she is staring to appear again. The shimmering sound of her presence fills the air with perfume...oh, it is Angel.
Making ends meet. Dreaming of a nice trip to change the busy routine, just to see some new beautiful faraway land...having fun with old friends. Winter is back again here in São Paulo, on a chilly gloomy day, the ones that are so characteristic of this mega city.
Life is good. The invisible woman shows a glimpse of her golden hair...she is staring to appear again. The shimmering sound of her presence fills the air with perfume...oh, it is Angel.
Friday, March 5, 2010
My micro child
Micro is sleeping on my bed. I guess he forgave for this morning's scolding: he spilled all his water on the kitchen floor.
You might think that cats do not understand, but, oh yes, they do...
Just like a child...
The other day he threw all the sofa pillows on the floor, just for fun....
Of course I am the "bad cop"and my son is the "good cop".
I get to be the bossy mom.
Again
I really didn't think I was getting another child!
You might think that cats do not understand, but, oh yes, they do...
Just like a child...
The other day he threw all the sofa pillows on the floor, just for fun....
Of course I am the "bad cop"and my son is the "good cop".
I get to be the bossy mom.
Again
I really didn't think I was getting another child!
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