This is the short story of two girls, rampant desires of madness without a why.
She sat on the couch, with the cold metiéndosele slowly through the skin: it was night. I watched quietly, listening to his words that tried to make the most everyday situation. It was not. We were alone, more alone than we should have been. Sipped his coffee and looked at me with those dark eyes that always gave me fear. Then he knew. He knew what I thought and wanted. You left your coffee on one side, closed his eyes and sat quietly on the couch to wait, perhaps rendered. Yes, it would. I watched beside her eager body, I withdrew gently and surreptitiously pads that separated us and went without fear to the enjoyment of his lips.
Moments later I was in it, breathed her unusual perfume and I resigned myself to those moments, those feelings, to a flood of words and songs. Touched and pressed her arms, her waist, her legs ... I went up to his neck and whisper heard to stop, it stops. I hugged her, I hugged her tightly and kissed her as far as I kiss her. It all happened very fast and also slow. And at that moment, that , I loved her too.
- You know this is crazy, no? It makes no sense.
- Yes, I know. Maybe we only need to love ...
- Moral?
- Hahaha ... Love, silly, love.
- Ah ...
- And yes, perhaps also moral.
Rummage the sheets, took my hand and kiss me again.
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