And (3.) She walks
She is coming. She strokes from back then to the inside of the buttocks, stopping at its center, which caress my sex to respond in a deep pulse that elevates it even for a moment. Ask applause. More, more, shout from the bottom.
Again his hand gently touches me, my sex again expands upward, eloquent greeting. More palms. Repeat several times, palms swaying to the rhythm of my sex, my sex according to the palms, full control of them on me.
I'm just this part of my body, I feel like the ocean feel the waves, struggling to escape enormous strength. Finally she gets on my back, without removing the hand of my heart, and expertly leads me, while I turn to my sex scene preceded by extended pulse caused by it when you want, accompanied by clapping and cheers.
My hope is clear, eloquent, palpable, painful even. She comes over and whispers: Well, you have behaved very well, you deserve the award ... if you pay me, I make here a straw, and a little more, fuck. I say no. In one gesture, the music stops, turns off the light.
I'm on stage, still naked.
She walks away. 
Chile, May 2002
Tags: exhibitionism
September 5th, 2010 at 10:10
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