tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10295392959770583192024-03-09T23:45:53.764-03:00meus instantes meus momentosmeus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.comBlogger512125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-2394320807404389902022-08-24T07:46:00.004-03:002022-08-24T07:46:28.689-03:00<p><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i>quem gosta, gosta. </i></span><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i>Faz, facilita, provoca, instiga, ... e quem não gosta, não gosta. </i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjK5iSUSgEb_TkkLbRd34Dfb2OonoKgdSNa-_tcpjBVnVB7A8Vv07jRXcR9ygKMAktNpsu5N3JkWSxCFaeReehkkM0_hhEfdgVP-qV4TZ-K1lbDZY4h8mZPAmImyjTogPEkEr6eZt7TChptXLv1egqjzCMgMPAD6mzfG-baoaTdHkw_0paOoby_DCbXQQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="838" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjK5iSUSgEb_TkkLbRd34Dfb2OonoKgdSNa-_tcpjBVnVB7A8Vv07jRXcR9ygKMAktNpsu5N3JkWSxCFaeReehkkM0_hhEfdgVP-qV4TZ-K1lbDZY4h8mZPAmImyjTogPEkEr6eZt7TChptXLv1egqjzCMgMPAD6mzfG-baoaTdHkw_0paOoby_DCbXQQ=w437-h263" width="437" /></a></i></span></div><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i><br />simples assim. </i></span> <p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-73986138910696359452022-07-22T06:57:00.004-03:002022-07-22T06:57:44.757-03:00<p><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i>sexo é assim, meio sem limites. Sexo é a vontade que dá, é o desejo que explode de repente. Sexo é assim. Meio louco, sem pensar. Sexo é o momento, é a sensação que se tem, que se quer ter, dividir e desfrutar. Sexo é sexo, o resto é intervalo . . .</i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_rQOMvMzVYCb8MlFkzhYbS0_EJ2MZgSQS3JFGC_9wV90HKpTnIGeZq7KchRjavVsz71nLtpoeG9lfHuZblihQboTQHxFbY4potWeEGGWGgfMJCmdp5C6tnsV_iO6mV3VmB54dxbrN7HuBtCa0cs2XpfeXvqftUU38gPZIdXHUTc8hkyYhPGGrBYqh1A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="666" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_rQOMvMzVYCb8MlFkzhYbS0_EJ2MZgSQS3JFGC_9wV90HKpTnIGeZq7KchRjavVsz71nLtpoeG9lfHuZblihQboTQHxFbY4potWeEGGWGgfMJCmdp5C6tnsV_iO6mV3VmB54dxbrN7HuBtCa0cs2XpfeXvqftUU38gPZIdXHUTc8hkyYhPGGrBYqh1A=w465-h292" width="465" /></a></i></span></div><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-11858130529327404712022-07-11T06:34:00.007-03:002022-07-16T15:20:15.340-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Então fui bloqueado no face por essa foto, mas a foto foi inserida num grupo que fala sobre sexo.. Um grupo privado, onde só entram pessoas convidadas e não é aberto ao público.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">Por essas e outras deixei o facebook. </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large; font-style: italic;"> .</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">O texto era esse </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">"</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-style: italic;">" assim, todo, inteiro, tudo. Agora então só nós dois. O tempo e o desejo. O movimento e o momento. Suores, prazeres e gemidos, </span><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: georgia; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">a CONFIANÇA, A CERTEZA, A CUMPLICIDADE. e LÁ FORA O MUNDO, COM TODAS AS SUAS INCERTEZAS, SEUS MEDOS, suas censuras E SEUS DETALHES . .</span></div></div></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;">,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzQvERjq5sps4wALpAm3LQ45--LowAwdgaWn-8EOzrK2N_-PqRDrySxS_YRngzPCWW4Y48eAG3QwOmw761Y6OGrUUdzMFcgtiL0qK8AUG8AaEUYinAVS7Wy9OAWB4_YkLAEB90-4UxZmMTtWB9dPJrPrGQfm70u0vwHO9Gx2YL67u3dKv0S8SV2Es2qQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="912" data-original-width="577" height="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzQvERjq5sps4wALpAm3LQ45--LowAwdgaWn-8EOzrK2N_-PqRDrySxS_YRngzPCWW4Y48eAG3QwOmw761Y6OGrUUdzMFcgtiL0qK8AUG8AaEUYinAVS7Wy9OAWB4_YkLAEB90-4UxZmMTtWB9dPJrPrGQfm70u0vwHO9Gx2YL67u3dKv0S8SV2Es2qQ=w410-h499" width="410" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-7971691821789465472022-07-05T19:24:00.001-03:002022-07-05T19:24:23.213-03:00<span style="font-size: large;"><i>... eu também já tive 25 anos, barriga lisinha, peso compatível com a altura. Com um tesão e disposição de fazer suar e tremer...mas o tempo passa e hoje, bem, os 25 anos já estão longe, mas o resto ...</i></span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>hummm aí só chegando junto pra crer, pra ver, pra ter certeza, etc...etc... etc...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTclAWUwZu-latefi1rJMpkWMHyTUnclmDZW8Y2TUiD2SjWLzBVdXUj7TPwk7aNwsW9CFx7Tm5Cems8hILUzD5iFW5NpXDgGArCP4A4RCVwLWwxjdVS2dlKjl5ucRSpjM3gocXUE4A8XTEle0WyCOveL2X0h3LQhxBfehLFTTdSVlWwWvBFHhASfjrQ/s960/74632534_10219643769662680_944915694067825303_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="459" height="545" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTclAWUwZu-latefi1rJMpkWMHyTUnclmDZW8Y2TUiD2SjWLzBVdXUj7TPwk7aNwsW9CFx7Tm5Cems8hILUzD5iFW5NpXDgGArCP4A4RCVwLWwxjdVS2dlKjl5ucRSpjM3gocXUE4A8XTEle0WyCOveL2X0h3LQhxBfehLFTTdSVlWwWvBFHhASfjrQ/w333-h545/74632534_10219643769662680_944915694067825303_n.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><br /></i></span></div>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-77959969390119154462022-06-30T21:49:00.002-03:002022-06-30T21:49:15.430-03:00<p> <i style="color: #fcff01; font-size: x-large;">A vontade era a de sempre, ela queria sentir o gosto. Gostava do contato, gostava da sensação que sentia e transmitia. Queria sempre mais. Matava sua fome de amor assim. Saciava sua sede no gozo que provocava, e queria mais .</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="color: #fcff01; font-size: x-large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFctOlGnvwLhqy_ZsQyJnqBugpWOD_U8fAKQH4q4NBR3piN_J_lBHqcR6YMX2SHztrQ7eTtSFB9TYm-UAEk8sytda_rPKZ2S3FOPRrtaQjrkgNoBLfToYgIHSo7HbPexhjuP7nE-NfgSnLEKOyqHUtt04Dl15tNhpPLYWrbdRx-AzSrYK38RnPuwepw/s543/Screenshot%20-%2030_06_2022%20,%2019_29_33.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="543" data-original-width="498" height="552" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPFctOlGnvwLhqy_ZsQyJnqBugpWOD_U8fAKQH4q4NBR3piN_J_lBHqcR6YMX2SHztrQ7eTtSFB9TYm-UAEk8sytda_rPKZ2S3FOPRrtaQjrkgNoBLfToYgIHSo7HbPexhjuP7nE-NfgSnLEKOyqHUtt04Dl15tNhpPLYWrbdRx-AzSrYK38RnPuwepw/w563-h552/Screenshot%20-%2030_06_2022%20,%2019_29_33.png" width="563" /></a></i></div><i style="color: #fcff01; font-size: x-large;"><br />..</i><p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-23864241715683098032022-06-28T05:21:00.002-03:002022-06-28T05:21:19.158-03:00<p> <span style="font-size: large;"><i>assim, completamente . . .</i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYrD0JcBIMS9lYxWc53FMow8S3eQrosFF5AxIKJmR-pnevJ_SgNFZQVkpP3h3KlyMaMP3-wbi9pUvVOKvjU2ttziuQ4p6qrfq2z6dd9MxjiVc9d92CNTFYQ0SNtOo-rvktnPI7BBCyDB9gcHZ_QiHVmHkIVYSTFp0eSQq7vArm29RBMrZv4XGWQp38FQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="879" data-original-width="601" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYrD0JcBIMS9lYxWc53FMow8S3eQrosFF5AxIKJmR-pnevJ_SgNFZQVkpP3h3KlyMaMP3-wbi9pUvVOKvjU2ttziuQ4p6qrfq2z6dd9MxjiVc9d92CNTFYQ0SNtOo-rvktnPI7BBCyDB9gcHZ_QiHVmHkIVYSTFp0eSQq7vArm29RBMrZv4XGWQp38FQ=w383-h431" width="383" /></a></div><p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-83128799748796962932022-06-26T10:53:00.011-03:002022-06-26T16:36:04.371-03:00como sempre !<p> Então ela diz que não aguenta, mas aguenta sim. E vai tudo completamente.</p><p>E geme e pede mais como sempre e quer mais como sempre. </p><p>e direciona meu corpo para o seu corpo, e então pede outra vez, como sempre !!!</p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvzBiLyssGufZ7iuLtzlT3hAuNkoxbponBf7QREY0NZ8dq-1lri1FN4u4qJBVDfkIMaqoDEltgjNqZuQDENIQB4mC_E4GuMps_kC9xA20l1uV9UUMxSMbH56w9lrmGB_erZUmFHyD8K58q0Cteyk5onVJB17jHbwAqOm99MbbGOYJCKVb0qD4HtKrkg/s1117/Screenshot%20-%2026_06_2022%20,%2010_41_22.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1117" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvzBiLyssGufZ7iuLtzlT3hAuNkoxbponBf7QREY0NZ8dq-1lri1FN4u4qJBVDfkIMaqoDEltgjNqZuQDENIQB4mC_E4GuMps_kC9xA20l1uV9UUMxSMbH56w9lrmGB_erZUmFHyD8K58q0Cteyk5onVJB17jHbwAqOm99MbbGOYJCKVb0qD4HtKrkg/w542-h327/Screenshot%20-%2026_06_2022%20,%2010_41_22.png" width="542" /></a></i></span></div><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-38918681632597524212022-06-26T04:41:00.008-03:002022-06-26T05:09:11.731-03:00<p><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: medium;"></span></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyq4N1rzMVrKnnUj6T7sWApXVY8KSw43xN2vgJhVuKdXz4JxlkqllvuFf-3XAzo86v2N4sXXjeoz-VSdhVLgYwTIvg-qEENp_obhiON7FeXql13pqKy6GlHkc8CN6Daf0OPyRDv25ZNb5BdHdCafnuSLW8pWupJKQeB8a6N4bwsKrqY2auJbWBqAyFLQ/s761/Screenshot%20-%2011_06_2022%20,%2013_02_58.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="761" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyq4N1rzMVrKnnUj6T7sWApXVY8KSw43xN2vgJhVuKdXz4JxlkqllvuFf-3XAzo86v2N4sXXjeoz-VSdhVLgYwTIvg-qEENp_obhiON7FeXql13pqKy6GlHkc8CN6Daf0OPyRDv25ZNb5BdHdCafnuSLW8pWupJKQeB8a6N4bwsKrqY2auJbWBqAyFLQ/w601-h312/Screenshot%20-%2011_06_2022%20,%2013_02_58.png" width="601" /></a></div><i><span style="color: #fcff01; font-size: medium;">ela queria assim, pedia, queria mais, queria sempre. Queria a dor que o tesão fazia. Eu ali, era o detalhe que a provocava, que forçava. Que empurrava para dentro dela todos os seus sonhos de sexo. Ela queria o sexo assim. Com todos os seus modos, com todas as suas variações. Com todos os seus detalhes ...</span></i>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-52039798367112202952022-06-20T21:41:00.003-03:002022-06-20T21:41:39.466-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgv_YzRwMFaCTYzZrB0Yq8KzWFqoM5nueFVLUT3ZzbuenQaCE8Jigtpfv_o6uxgkHj_yFDn8vnHDkgC-fxxwGiIcw3INsikE8ZnzUcFXMXuUZgrLk03RQJU0kV8TgQNGgqNqPJFTKmdwHrGI3OWxdHEOOy4wK4LfsuCnG7aJ8GkZJY4peA25djLmgX8PA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="180" data-original-width="400" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgv_YzRwMFaCTYzZrB0Yq8KzWFqoM5nueFVLUT3ZzbuenQaCE8Jigtpfv_o6uxgkHj_yFDn8vnHDkgC-fxxwGiIcw3INsikE8ZnzUcFXMXuUZgrLk03RQJU0kV8TgQNGgqNqPJFTKmdwHrGI3OWxdHEOOy4wK4LfsuCnG7aJ8GkZJY4peA25djLmgX8PA" width="320" /></a></div><br /> então paramos na beira da estrada, como se o mundo em volta não existisse. E de verdade nem existia mesmo . . . <p></p>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-68241959737528349032022-06-14T18:22:00.008-03:002022-06-14T19:02:54.994-03:00Ela é assim . . .<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgq9wZy2EGuDowQtK6hMq0MdaUOvDqzeB2c7OsoqHS7fUs8BDY2YxyrgrIrzWSuNOggukk759o36paGvrz7oZZHoqLVWGcSQJQ3Hw3_qjghSMvee2acD1XwmvttWfNVLeEE2MNCCW8jPnQMhzOb8dxUV507LA84UIwavxMmHHMtsHrQsv1iZjFeI33ePQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="827" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgq9wZy2EGuDowQtK6hMq0MdaUOvDqzeB2c7OsoqHS7fUs8BDY2YxyrgrIrzWSuNOggukk759o36paGvrz7oZZHoqLVWGcSQJQ3Hw3_qjghSMvee2acD1XwmvttWfNVLeEE2MNCCW8jPnQMhzOb8dxUV507LA84UIwavxMmHHMtsHrQsv1iZjFeI33ePQ=w632-h349" width="632" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #d5a4a4;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><i> Não, ela não gostava de amar com romance, nem palavras leves. </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><i> Preferia a estocada funda seguida de um palavrão. </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i style="color: #fcff01;"> Não queria a monotonia como contas de um terço. </i></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><i> Queria o banal, o vulgar, queria o explicito, </i></span></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><i> c</i></span><i style="color: #fcff01; text-align: center;">omo um tapa na boca por gemer demais.. </i></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i style="color: #fcff01; text-align: center;"> Queria o gozo louco. </i><i style="color: #fcff01; text-align: center;">Queria assim. Gostava disso, gostava assim. </i></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; background-color: #242526; font-family: "Segoe UI Historic", "Segoe UI", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: start; transition-property: none; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #fcff01;"><i> As rosas e os versos. 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<i><span style="color: orange;">num sábado ensolarado aceito o convite de uma amiga que queria descansar um pouco do seu trabalho. dentista aqui Montreal. Se dizia meio estressada, cansada e queria conversar sobre a vida e quem sabe aprender um pouco do Brasil, que ela tinha enorme curiosidade. Aceitei, afinal nada melhor que um vinho numa tarde ensolarada, e com uma companhia nova que conhecia só de visitas normais que fazia ao seu consultório. Ela é Canadense filha de um espanhol com uma portuguesa que vieram para Montreal há 29 anos atrs. Por sorte ela falava um pouco de português, o que ajudou muito . Mas o que ajudou muito mais foi sua linguagem corporal. Acompanhada de um sorriso bonito que dizia muito mais que qualquer palavra, e convidava muito mais que qualquer convite ...</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #141414;"><i>__ ... mas eu nem ligo mais se alguem descobrir. - dizia ela - e continuava -</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #141414;"><i>__ eu quero assim. Se é pecado, não me importa, eu pago quando for a hora, se precisar. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #141414;"><i>Não quero mais nada, apenas os momentos que a gente pode ter. Não abro mão .Quando saio daqui, </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #141414;"><i> a vontade é voltar. Quando chego em casa meu corpo não aceita ninguem mais. Perdeu a graça, </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #141414;"><i>o encanto, a vontade. Não posso fazer nada. Conto as horas pra voltar aqui. Voce me acostumou mal. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #141414;"><i>Hoje não quero o basico, o pouco, o nada, o simples, o comum. Tenho medo de admitir isso, </i></span></span><br />
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Fui até o mais fundo possivel que pude ir em ti, enquanto na superficie, nossos corpos famintos se roçavam,</span></i><i style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> te arrancando gemidos altos, despudorados. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">o teu corpo largado, oferecido,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">em fingida inocencia.</span></i></div>
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meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-67769557931733213772018-07-25T20:41:00.002-03:002018-07-25T21:20:16.144-03:00de bruços ...<i><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><br /></span></i>
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<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">e sem pudores mexe o corpo</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">e faz toda a vontade</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">de todas as vontades que eu tenho.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">gemendo as dores que seu corpo sente</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">dos desejos que seu corpo pede,</span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">nos prazeres que meu corpo faz...</span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">página do face, por uma foto postada em um grupo secreto, onde pouquíssimas pessoas tinham acesso, uma grande palhaçada. Tudo bem que a foto é ostensiva e escancarada demais, mas dai a censurar num grupo secreto é demais. Mas tudo bem o face é deles. Eles tem suas regras e regras são para serem cumpridas. Mas a censura do facebook não vai cortar nunca o tesão de ninguem . Não é censurando grupos ( repito ) secretos, que eles vão consertar merda nenhuma. Sexo é festa. principalmente o sexo bem feito. O sexo que ocupa tempo e espaço. Que faz esquecer dores e problemas. Sexo é remédio . Sexo não doi - bem , doi mas não doooooi. É aquela dor de encher espaços, de ocupar lugar, que parece até que não vai dar ( se é que voces me entendem ) -mas é isso aí, esse post foi só para mostrar a foto que me fez ficar supenso uma semana do puro e casto facebook. Mas deixa eles pra lá. Quem não deixa passar uma trepadinha de vez em quando. Não vai deixar passar nunca uma daquelas de fazer gemer sem sentir dor. E principalmente uma daquelas que doi e as vezes muito. Mas e daí , deixa doer ...</i></span>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-22031571248264441142018-07-21T16:09:00.005-03:002018-07-22T10:44:22.911-03:00queria mais !<br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><i>... e no meio da madrugada ela já não aguentava mais. Gemia qualquer movimento. Berrava como gata no telhado, mas queria mais. E xingava palavrão provocando. Se mexia como em transe. Mordia e beijava, puxava meu corpo </i><i>contra ela. Pedia para eu parar um pouco, mas não parava. Pedia por pedir. Gemia e sorria. Não aguento mais, dizia. Mas se roçava com força. Fincava suas unhas no meu braço. Arranhava. Mordia meu queixo. mordia e me chupava por inteiro. </i></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><i>Então, forcei, forcei m</i><i>eu corpo no dela , que pulsava e outra vez. E outra vez mais forte, mais fundo e mais rápido. Ela Chorava e gemia alto. Encharcada como chuva. Gozou como nunca. Um gozo contínuo e múltiplo. Se mexia como um lagarto ao sol. </i></span><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Como dança. Suava, apesar do frio. e mexia seu corpo na cadencia forte do meu. Me apertava, mordia meu peito, gemendo pedia para eu parar, mas ela não parava. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="background-color: black; color: #e69138; font-size: large;">Só queria mais...</span></i>meus instantes e momentoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02783392244572112994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029539295977058319.post-75228027557421235062018-05-01T13:18:00.001-03:002018-07-22T17:00:22.985-03:00frio? depende !<span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="color: orange; font-family: "lora" , serif; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></span>
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<i style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "lora" , serif; font-size: medium;">já deve ter quase um mes que batemos essas fotos. O frio ? estava uns 9 abaixo. O tesão ? uns 50 acima. Não precisa nem quarto, nem aquecedor ou cobertor. Eu esquento no automático.</span><span style="color: orange; font-family: "lora" , serif; font-size: medium;">..</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">è l'arte, è ritardo, è attesa....</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é arte, é demora, é expectativa.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é medo, é susto, é impressão</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é ansiedade.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">É hora certa, é encaixe .</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é suor e intensidade, é prazer.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é cumplicidade e sensação.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é conquista, intimidade e despudor</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">É gemido assanhado,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é deixar acontecer,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é apertar, é fazer carinho, é comer....</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é doer, é doer um pouquinho, é não doer mais</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é mania, é posição atrevida,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é dizer sempre que é a primeira vez...</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">sem ninguem perguntar !</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é o macho, é a femea, é o cio.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é querer, é querer muito, é querer sempre.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é querer mais...</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é pecado e penitencia,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é fantasia,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é entrega e liberdade,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é vontade, é o voo mais alto</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;">é loucura</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: 20.8px;">no inicio<br />fechou os olhos<br />chorou, gemeu.<br />depois riu<br />riu com força,<br />riu o roçar da pele, o galope do corpo<br />riu a fantasia de desejos acontecer,<br />riu o latejar da carne na carne.</span><span style="font-size: 20.8px;">riu</span></span><span style="font-size: 20.8px;"><span style="color: orange;"> os cheiros, o compasso alucinado<br />de sensações, de veias e pelos,<br />de arrepios e suores.<br />com a mão, buscou o encaixe,<br />se acariciou como em transe,<br />levou a ponta dos dedos encharcados<br />à língua,<br />pra sentir o gosto.<br /><br />E<br />sem pudor,<br />me buscou o rosto.<br />me lambeu a boca.<br />Feliz,<br />sentiu-se enfim em gozo..<br />E<br />tremendo,<br />gemeu, chorou , sorriu...</span></span></i><br />
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<em><span style="color: #cc6600; font-size: large;">Fui até o mais fundo possível que pude ir em ti, enquanto na superfície, nossos corpos se roçavam.<br />Acintosos, famintos, te arrancando gemidos e gritos num total impudor de desejos.</span></em><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em><span style="color: #cc6600;">Nesse louco ir e vir e no atrito lascivo de pele, pelos e óleo ultrapassei o limite dos teus principios e te fiz gozar.</span></em><em><span style="color: #cc6600;">E gozei contigo. Gozei o mais forte e contínuo gozo que voce já teve. O mais longo e profundo gozo, que nós pudemos gozar....</span></em></span><br />
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