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I thought that Carmen was not surprised, although it was surprising. Although I almost regular customer, I never found this, when we left, dressed Darkroom to enter the room across the hall, where the mat, he is already sitting, leaning against the wall, pants open, with the phallus as the flagpole. And she has been stripped completely. Pear tits, body of scandal.

Carmen sits next to him, and putting his hand in what was offered so obviously could not do otherwise. Or run, as St. Maria Goretti, or join the action.

His partner, I never knew what it was called, goes and opens the buckle of the belt, without a word, without a care, unzips me, I removed the pants, as if we were on piecework. Like Carmen Maria Goretti was not, I am not a San Tarscicio, so I quit. My erection prevents him from lowering his shorts, he does finally smiles, take my clothes in a corner and begins to caress me.

The truth is that I had never been naked on the mat. Normally one is dressed in the dark room (sometimes with his clothes in a heap, trousers at the ankles, panties sideways, but dressed), and later, when the ice is broken and have been the desire passes through costumes, clothes and lets grab a towel sets (or not) to go find a welcoming place. The tours of these couples, towels in hand sometimes as the only outfit, circulated among the tables in the bar is what Carmen had surprised as he entered.

But now it was already well integrated in a tatami place almost in the way of couples who came and went in the darkroom. I, between Carmen and she reached out and touched a tit now fruit, unripe fruit-hard, sometimes thighs where the sink was winning the face and forget about it, nor Carmen abandons me, but it timidly is low on my body, looks up, looks at me and asks:

- I can?
- Help yourself, you're welcome.

and while I eat Carmen for the first time, I hand between her thighs, the other between those of the unknown, I think I have enough to be there.

- Do you have condoms? she insists
- Yes, but I like to fuck in these places, I like to play, I love being touched, but Fuck me like a too intimate exercise

Carmen, like her, split the time between my penis and my partner. I'm deshinhibido, and put my hand on Carmen, which will also play it. There seems to dislike, but to her, asking:

- Are we going to take another turn?
- Yes. Thomas up his pants, she takes her clothes in a flutter and leave, leaving the two there, naked on the mat. Carmen and I looked, surprised,

- Happens to these?

but hey, we're not asking questions a long time, we are there, she and I, naked, on a mat, filled with desire and blood. He ran his hand between her legs, and I love sex.

Because there are sex and gender. There are girls who are an opening, a straight slit in the woman's body type construction plans, section CC '(clitoris ass), and women who looks more like a scar, in which there is no tactile references, sex that you do not know where he walks, smooth, unreferenced, and women who need GPS to locate. Mind you, I speak of sex itself, the holding can be a charming, wonderful love can do, I mean the visual aesthetic, and tactile as well. And there can not do anything, if she has played in the division to have a little sex, monotonous, straight as a road Badajoz Plan, because that is what you get. The fingers have to travel these sex without reference, without curiosity, a little lost, not knowing whether they go forward or backward and found at the end of the tour. Sexes are linear roads leading from point A to point B, are, in short, Nordic sexes. That might be interesting, as some movies, for "certain items"

But again, do not give less of these women can be extraordinary and wonderful people loving, just, like some people have a small nose, long fingers or, as the need to have a boring sex.

ADDENDUM, well formed, which invites the tour. So is Carmen

And there are other women who have sex homely miliary milestones, their locations, their prehensile lips that hug your finger on the most gentle caresses, lips lead, almost reptilian movements, towards which come together in a lovely hug , lips wet with applause lead to entry into the body of the woman, real lips, swollen with blood and sap. So are the lips, so is the sex of Carmen, that crossed my fingers for the first time, inviting, grateful and, above all, at that time, wet.

Do not miss the odd couple. A hand between the thighs of Carmen, my mouth on her boobs, she gets to do. We ask you to open your legs, I prostrate myself among them, I low over his body. Objectively, the position is a bit obscene, I knelt before her bubble ass on a horse erection, comiendomela, while she, unable to sit motionless undulates her waist to my mouth.

This is the time to choose two or three couples to shop around the room, and stay there, fully dressed, standing, looking at the tableau. I'm vaguely aware that approach, but it is the same. Yet I ask Carmen:

- Go to a booth?
- What do you bother?
- Not much
- My not much, is

and continue.

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Author's note: the truth is I had fun this study aesthetic, not functional, the sexes of women, probably write a post expanding it. Meanwhile, readers are cordially invited to leave your opinion ...

We did not know.

We cross-linked post, not many, two or three. Enough to know that there could be affinity. But we had not seen, we had not even spoken on the phone when we both felt the need for a blind date in front of the boats in the Retiro. Or next to the Fallen Angel, ushering in many falls.

But the withdrawal was not a good idea, in the sweltering summer Madrid. So I stayed for a drink and meet.

Clear that "knowledge" had no doubt - at least in the back of my mind - the old sense, Genesis 4:1 "And Adam knew Eve his wife, she conceived and bore Cain" which also did not was a bad beginning.

And so we were both a little embarrassed in front of a cod pie.

In silence.

I was desperate, about to launch into the pool with a question and a doubt. The question was "chati, working or studying?" And doubt whether we should not replace your current version: "chati, mileurista or stop?".

Luckily, it was wine, pink, cooler, which allowed me to dwell on what he knew well, in my work as representative of wines, the differences between the varieties and the "terroir" and the Saxon conspiracy against the European wine industry , which as we know, is Latin. This sinister conspiracy is to promote the habit of the variety (to be clear, single vine wines, such as "Pinot Noir") which allows industrialize the production and meet demand by way of planting more vines vs. European option, which premium the terroir (for example, Bourgogne), and therefore production is fixed. My blind date yawned ostentatiously.

The night was going to be long.

We attack the kibble, which is defended with a frozen heart.

I think it had to do a blow, or half past ten, each owl would be in his olive tree, which also lost to the river, and loose, look, we do not know, I suspect that my work does not interest you particularly, and we are here, speaking for not being silent. I propose, if it amuses you, if you're interested, if not going to crash, going to a club I know, there taking a drink. The uniqueness of the place is that it is swinging, but do not worry, you do not exchange or touch you. We are going there, keep talking, and if we run out we talk of the room around a while and see what people are doing.

- Hey! Who do you think I am?.

- No, he said, but has not been a good idea

- Say no to touch me is there any reason?

the evening was complicated at times. Women have the great virtue of transforming any cane and not a spear, if not a machinegun Thomson.

I mumbled something

- Well, okay, come on, but only to see, okay?

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She retired from her thighs in a flash, I noticed the sticky fingers. Looked uneasy, his hand, fearing bloody see it as a horror movie. And no, his fingers sparkled in the dim light of the darkroom, some even came to join them trickle, but it was transparent. He went to his nose, sniffed it, deep smell of female

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She returned to her body, looking beaten track, which she ran in her body in the morning, when he wanted to make love to her boyfriend, or simply he wanted. It is strange that it was so different from theirs, more fleshy, thicker skin, but mostly surprised that a pool was more than that, a pond, a lake.

She could not remember ever being so wet. But perhaps it was the surprise.

He looked between his lips, to find, above, the most sensitive area. His companion said, soft, slow. It was not like she did, an electric frenzy that led to orgasm in a few minutes. He felt someone touch her, and her companion pulled her away, he said, going where we are more quiet.

They went to the corner where her boyfriend, lying in a kind of mat with a girl sitting on him in the position that she liked him so much and no, saying that it hurt, which forced him to cock an odd angle. It looked like the girl who rode had to have a different anatomy because there seemed to be uncomfortable.

His partner lay near her boyfriend, leaving the feet on the floor, spreading her legs. He returned to the same spot, between his legs, now more accessible, worried about giving pleasure to be enjoying a woman, also excited by the situation, she, another fucking her boyfriend next door ...

He knelt and put his face between the thighs of the unknown. He noticed all the smells of the body, felt in his flow, but not decided. He felt that his mouth would not recognize anything, would be a new experience too, and gave much moisture repair, must involve much.

He wanted to touch the unknown as he stroked it gently with your fingers first, and then shaking the cap almost sacred, as her legs were closed involuntarily, and a fire went out of his belly flooding the whole.

But the stranger did not want that, gently took her hand and lowered it to put at the entrance to his body. A little lost, he was there, not knowing what to do, until the unknown hips up a little, which a finger was introduced into her body.

That she had not done before. If that course, had put tampons, and he made love to men, who knew perfectly the feeling that at that time was feeling the unknown, but it was the other side of the mirror, be she who entered the body . He was surprised that imprisoned her ring finger, and also the interior space. Do not imagine that at all, always thought it was like a sheath. And no, not that at all, your finger could move freely, to be even without touching any wall.

The space was so large that put another finger, and hips began to undulate, accompanying their movements. He instinctively moved forward and backward like a penis, and the stranger said no, so no, touch me up.

- Up?

- If, above, look, I show you. And he took her hand and led him to finger an area that apparently had nothing special.

- Here, loud with two fingers, he said as he taught, were simply rhythmic pressure without barely move. Oh, and put the other hand, here, her to her pubis. Supports this strong hand as if to touch your fingers through my body.

I did not understand anything, but he did. He began to caress this area with two fingers, seemingly innocuous, and with your other hand to pressure on her body, which began to move, to undulate, to sigh. He closed and opened her legs. When closed almost hurt her whole body was tense. He shouted, still, do not stop (do not think he knew that pleasure was close), and in that, spread her legs, screamed, ending in an orgasm, her body soaked the mattress beneath her.

His legs imprisoned his hands: Hold still, let me two minutes, now you will come to you.

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Your partner and the girl had gone to a dark corner of the room, she sat, legs apart, the kneeling in front, face lost in the thighs.

She was standing in the middle of the floor, legs slightly open, while a woman's fingers traveled the road ready, eager, so often had opened it. Not exactly as she would have liked, not as I had done it herself, but could not deny her curiosity, and, why not say so, his desire.

And she had explored her friend's firm breasts, and had played with the nipples, and she felt his touch unripe fruit hard. I needed more, needed to explore her body, as well as time and other than their own.

She brought her nose to her neck, smelling her perfume, and, underneath, a hint of sour smell. Personal scent, surprisingly pleasant. He noticed her more, looked at his face, freckled, her hair, red hair, and told him. To get close to her neck, hands down along your body, not knowing what to do with them, did not dare to take any initiative. Without even being aware of it, noticed that the caressing hands unbuttoned her skirt, taking his hands and put them inside, between the fabric and skin, to resume his activity in the body of it.

You had to continue. I was curious, fear, restlessness, desire ... a little perhaps even disgust. But curiosity and desire were higher. All sensitivity concentrated in the fingertips, they opened a path to her body, revealing her navel in its path, the soft skin of her belly, the hairs soft, so soft of her pubis.

And there was lost. I did not understand, looking lips, looking where her body was opened, welcoming, and found nothing. A smooth surface. She separated her legs a bit, moved some hips, as if to tell, and yes, there it was. His fingers then recognized a body like hers, and at the same time other, his hands roamed her body wet, without stopping, fast, and in an exploratory mission. He was surprised by the humidity-soaked fingers felt, felt a little spasm in the hands that caressed when he tried to enter with her fingers in her body, gently caressing stronger when the most sensitive point.

While stroking, or better, exploring, research, continued with his mouth lost in her ear, nose in his neck, lost, lost in the smell of it.

It could be that was so wet. Suddenly he emerged a doubt, almost an arcade ... and if I had the rule? What if much moisture was blood?

He retired from it in a heartbeat, I noticed the sticky fingers. Miró, restless hands, fearing to see a bloody hand sort of like a horror movie. And no, his fingers sparkled in the dim light of the darkroom, some even came to join them trickle, but it was transparent. He went to his nose, sniffed it, deep smell of female

Do not be displeased

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Dear readers you arrive to this page looking for ... do not know why.

Well I do know what, as I indicated in the system. I know that strange ways of the searches you have come to the aquarium with colorful fish.

Sure Do not be alarmed, I know how did you come up here, no more. Not who you are or where you come (well, the country where if you are connected), and, above all, what has led you to click on a name as unlikely as lospecesdecolores.com. But what you have done, and here you are.

I do not know what your history, but when you arrive here with search phrases like "my girlfriend fucked in a hallway French" (if this is precisely to get their hands and not sex!), Or "in the massage parlors , masturbates "(well of course, of course!) or even" fucking while you pluck the eggs, "there is a history, some concerns, an imagination. The blog author, inventor of stories, must recognize that his fantasy is not enough to think as you can get fucked while I pluck one egg, but why you are the readers, to give ideas.

But this is not the steal of the search phrases, if not the share

That if you are interested in any particular topic, I leave it for comment, so anonymous as you like. The public comment only after I read it, and if I approve ... so, why do not you let the question, history, and I use it as a script and write "your" story?

We passed two or three emails - and before anyone had email, we had it we were, almost obligatorily, university or similar, and it was a kind of white duckling tale of the goat and the wolf - before meeting the conditions:

"I do not know anything about you, do not even want coffee before or after cigarette. Climb to the hotel room where I stay, call the door, you'll be waiting. If I do not like, you're going the way you came. And if you agree, we do what we do, and you leave once we finished. The less we talk, the better "

Said and done, I said the hotel (a luxury hotel by the sea, he said he worked there and be discreet), time, and told me to announce at the reception saying, "I have a meeting room nnnn" to let me pass.

Arriving at the room. Doubts arise ... how I was sure who was going to get? How in heaven's name, I knew I would be waiting for a woman, not a Lord with all your weapons ready? In this case I was prepared to say that I had the wrong room, and run away.

I call, a woman's voice asks who I am, it opens the door of a room almost dark.

"I was expecting. Let me smell you "
Freaked. "Let me smell you." No "I see you." He came up to my neck, smelled (yes, I know that you can think of an Axe ad, but no), and apparently I passed.

"We have two hours, do not talk, we have nothing to say, we will not see"
"But ..."
"Shhht" putting a finger to my lips. Do not talk.

His mouth followed his finger, kissing as if there were no tomorrow. In fact, for us there was not.

He approached the bed, turned off the light of the bedside table, was just the light on the entry.

And there in that bed, we did what is usually done in these cases. With desire, eager, curious, too, and without words.

None.

He spent half an hour, she got up, went to the bathroom, started up the shower, got into the cab, I went after her. He made me sign in, we shower, we lathered each other. I made a last fellatio there, standing in the cockpit, in full light in the shower, I remember with nostalgia.

Over, when I was still catching his breath, he said, you have to go.

And this is the last I heard of it.

Never answered my emails.

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This was the title of the film in Spain.

The original title was more impressive: "Une Liaison pornographique". But if the title changed the original Spanish, in English it was surreal: "An Affair of Love" (To Have an affair, in English, is having an affair)

Spanish poster and the title remains in French under the original title, but is that English has not only lost the original title, but the title retranslated into French, and call it "Une Liaison D'Amour" ( !) (which is not French, nor anything)

I imagine the discussions marqueting departments of the distributors, among those defending the right of the author to call his film as he wants, and those who believe that the dirty word scares the public. Again, he had to win won.

And that was the movie?

it is a love story of a man (Sergi Lopez) and a woman (Nathalie Baye) who meet through an ad to carry out a sexual fantasy they share. The first appointment will lead to another and what was at first merely a sexual bond, becomes a passionate relationship that ends.

In the film the two characters are remembering, separately, their love story to an interviewer whose face does not appear. This feature was essential to the director, because he was interested in making a film about love, but also on memory. "In the interview they discover that the two lived this love story three years ago and have not removed the head, so they need to tell someone, but ceased to exist, Fonteyne says. The porn film is just that , getting naked before a third person. That helped me to work on different levels of emotion. What it feels like to fall in love and then to remember, and it turns out the most exciting thing is that I remember. "

But my post today was not that, but I posted an ad that one day some years ago (a few, because the movie is 99!) In a national newspaper:

"A private relationship. Have you seen the movie? Want to live with me? ... call me, send an email to ... "

And two comments. First, I also wrote the word damn, and second, that at that time not many people had email.

I must say that I can not collapse the phone (did not call anyone), or saturated the mailbox. But when he had lost hope, I received an email.

"I saw the movie. I would like to live it. With conditions. "

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