had always been a free spirit. Although at this stage of his life there was much that was rethinking, and it remained unclear if he would be free or could not make a commitment. Or never met the right woman. O. ..
Love had always seemed very strange game, full of hope and disappointments, sometimes noble to the point of imbecility and other vile to the point of amorality. She came to believe that love nullified the common sense self-preservation, the illumination of the mind.
And maybe it never was in love.
Their marriage had been in limbo asexual adult of a lack of love, or even affinity, for many years.
Cohabitation with his wife was like walking through an impenetrable fog. What I felt was so amorphous that kept always squeezed to become something different and yet equally unidentifiable. Occasionally one was aware of a change in ambient temperature: extra patches on a substrate moisture usually viscous. For when it came to a climax, if it was only opened his mouth to yawn.
And his work had become a sad backwater where he kept his mind occupied away from metaphysical pose.
That night was to go to that dinner. I did not really win, but anything was preferable to support the bills that his wife happened every time the opportunity arose. Not for a moment she thought of going in search of his wife before leaving. He had forgotten for years ... if, indeed, had ever remembered.
was a typical, boring evening. Why had he gone? Maybe I could sneak in a while and go have a beer at a bar.
And suddenly appeared. When he saw a wild and triumphant that it flowed into the eyes, skin, hair ... Bristling, Mario stopped in his tracks, overwhelmed by a kind of terror. Venus. She was Venus. Sovereign of life and death. For what life was saved the procreative principle? What death, except for its extinction? Everything else was decoration, ornaments invented to convince people that life and death should mean something more.
She looked at him. Intrigued, Mario looked back.
- Hi, said Mario approaching.
- Hello. How did they not see you! Do you remember me? I'm Laura.
's face Mario is served as an a mirror, and began to take shape in him a happy smile. Someone from the old days! How could he not having recognized?
- It's amazing! You are so changed ...
- But some things never change, and I'm terribly bored at these meetings. Are we a while in the garden? Laura
took his hand and led him out gently. He followed without question. Her dress shone through her breasts, her white skin and soft, rounded shapes. And it was more than Mario could bear. Then the control
Mario stony broke and not knowing how she would react, her arms extended. Hungry for it, Laura offered her lips hungrily.
The kiss was exquisite. Mario's hands roamed the back of the girl and a delicious erection struggled to get a space inside your pants.
They said a few words of love, and were given without question to find so rewarding for both was much more than a reunion.
Love had always seemed very strange game, full of hope and disappointments, sometimes noble to the point of imbecility and other vile to the point of amorality. She came to believe that love nullified the common sense self-preservation, the illumination of the mind.
And maybe it never was in love.
Their marriage had been in limbo asexual adult of a lack of love, or even affinity, for many years.
Cohabitation with his wife was like walking through an impenetrable fog. What I felt was so amorphous that kept always squeezed to become something different and yet equally unidentifiable. Occasionally one was aware of a change in ambient temperature: extra patches on a substrate moisture usually viscous. For when it came to a climax, if it was only opened his mouth to yawn.
And his work had become a sad backwater where he kept his mind occupied away from metaphysical pose.
That night was to go to that dinner. I did not really win, but anything was preferable to support the bills that his wife happened every time the opportunity arose. Not for a moment she thought of going in search of his wife before leaving. He had forgotten for years ... if, indeed, had ever remembered.
was a typical, boring evening. Why had he gone? Maybe I could sneak in a while and go have a beer at a bar.
And suddenly appeared. When he saw a wild and triumphant that it flowed into the eyes, skin, hair ... Bristling, Mario stopped in his tracks, overwhelmed by a kind of terror. Venus. She was Venus. Sovereign of life and death. For what life was saved the procreative principle? What death, except for its extinction? Everything else was decoration, ornaments invented to convince people that life and death should mean something more.
She looked at him. Intrigued, Mario looked back.
- Hi, said Mario approaching.
- Hello. How did they not see you! Do you remember me? I'm Laura.
's face Mario is served as an a mirror, and began to take shape in him a happy smile. Someone from the old days! How could he not having recognized?
- It's amazing! You are so changed ...
- But some things never change, and I'm terribly bored at these meetings. Are we a while in the garden? Laura
took his hand and led him out gently. He followed without question. Her dress shone through her breasts, her white skin and soft, rounded shapes. And it was more than Mario could bear. Then the control
Mario stony broke and not knowing how she would react, her arms extended. Hungry for it, Laura offered her lips hungrily.
The kiss was exquisite. Mario's hands roamed the back of the girl and a delicious erection struggled to get a space inside your pants.
They said a few words of love, and were given without question to find so rewarding for both was much more than a reunion.
Mario slowly returned home. What God had sent? He suddenly felt lighter, like a benign god really good and had passed by. A strange feeling for someone that knew no peace.
When he arrived, his wife slept. Fortunately. He lay down quietly. While waiting to sleep thinking about all the things you should rethink your life ...
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