Valentine's Day and the art of waiting
Jolie than usual this Valentine's Day, from the medieval feast of love. In fact, the Catholic Church had merely, as often, to return an ancient Roman celebration dedicated to the worship of love and fertility. On the calendar, it corresponded to that of Valentine's Day, celebrated on February 24 - it is actually three Christian martyrs celebrated the same day. Since then, it is fitting that a couple of small gifts offered in love, invites himself to spend together on a weekend or a night of dreaming. Love said that also said the cult of Eros and erotic art. Tintin and reluctantly abandon his serial killings to say the best of love. The time of waiting.
"time of waiting, attention, fear delicious. Best time to love. Time of seduction and appearance, when we do not see that in the eyes of others. When we fear the slightest false note. At least that is what feminine behavior ...
Finally, Laure resorts to signal its presence by opening the door of the mini bar.
- Because you want to drink anything, I put everything back in the fridge. I propose that mango juice with a hint of vodka to spice things up.
- Well, Corson!
It takes one of two glasses which she tends. Then he draws a handful of sun-soaked cherries and stands over her, for her to snatch. They clink glasses. Softened by the mango, vodka cache effects, but both want to get carried away by a slight intoxication, in this special moment.
Also, Laura had the impression that these small moments of happiness remaining stolen moments. Ever, it has been able to believe in happiness and said it is probably not good at it. This time, she defends herself to think too far to be carried away by circumstances. No such provision. Decide nothing. He let the initiative, then it has continuously sought to lead and control his life. At that moment, she wants the pleasure of Shan.
- What can I do for you, right now? asked he.
She was grateful not to rush, to also enjoy the wait by not caring that her.
- A foot massage at the Tibetan?
- I am afraid of being incompetent, but I can always try.
- There's a bottle of almond milk on the edge of the sink.
With a sigh of relief, she lies down on the couch - the bed was a little subtle choice. Bathrobe wisely closed, legs spread, she nibbles a cherry and taste his drink. While Debussy continues to roll its waves, she savored the moment. Shan is beautiful, but she is not sure to want to love with him.
It feels too good.
He returns with the milk, looks at her and, slowly, with an excess of caution, pour the cream on her feet, ankles and calves. His hands are soft and experts to take possession of his skin slowly. They graze in, first, then knead it more firmly. Seated against it, Shan watching his approval and this way to explore with confidence his feet and legs seemed suddenly more intimate, more erotic than a hug.
hand back a little and massage begins to look like a caress. Laura also wants to know the skin of a dark grain that contrasts so well with the color of snow bathrobe. Who would be so nice effect against hers. His hand touches the nape of Shan. His fingernails slowly running his flesh, but she resists the temptation to sink his claws. Everything must, for now, be only gently.
- I'll make mistakes, "he said with a chuckle.
Without answering, she draws her. He puts his lips on his cheek and wants to get up, but it is stronger than him. Turning his head, his mouth is and she gives him the kiss s'enfièvre. Laura feels melting from the mouth. Her moist heat attracts like vertigo. With its mysteries and promises. Shan does not yet extend the kiss and stood up, uttered these strange words:
- It is better that I leave you now. Thank you for cherries and vodka with mango.
As he opens the door, she joined him and resumed the interrupted kiss that loads this time of violence. Almost ferocity. He plaque to him and kiss them away. Again, it He stops, as if it incorporated roughly the control of a force having failed to overwhelm.
- I'm going, "he said while waiting for other words.
- A butterfly forages women and do not linger. I've seen during this gala evening. It is true that you foraging females. For your sake? I do not know ... bye, butterfly.
He smiled. A disarming smile who offers or resumes, they do not know, then he closes the door softly without her trying to restrain him. They are after all almost prisoners This city within a city. Even if everything is monstrous, superhuman, they inevitably will cross one day or another.
Now she has to perform his journalistic work and explore the picturesque corners of Singapore, China Town and Little India, the neighborhoods still untouched by the futurism of the vast city. It will also have another purpose. It will be occupied in waiting. "
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