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consolation kiss girls: épisode17: Like mother like daughter


It's good to be true, such an invitation by surprise by Amira. A desire that emanates from it, not me. I was extremely surprised by his statement, no longer able to move the small square of sidewalk. My eyes were seeking psychological comfort of my new friends, but they were more trying to console Abdelmajid after slamming it tasted, with lots of lesbians. As for Amir, his back pressed against the door of her car, she nervously tapped his fingers with the cap and after a while she continued.
- So you coming or not?
Put yourself in my shoes, what would you do if your girlfriend where you dropped in a moment and returned a moment later to ask you to do some legs in the air?
Well, it's useless to ask such a question because it's very rare to come across someone as deranged as indecisive and my girl. And as rare to be so naive and submissive like me, the point of discard his last message I do not want you anymore, and run to her like a kid happy to come to his mother at the end of the day to save the arm of the wicked nanny of the crib.
I wish I had the balls to say no, it was you who put an end to our relationship and therefore you assume all the consequences alone. But of course I am a coward, I'm no personality, I am without dignity, I am in two words the daughter Yasmin who believes everything he says and swimming day and night in a blue sky dreams of a Children 2 years old in the body of a woman of 20 years.
Once inside, she placed her hand on my thigh and said after starting the car.
- I missed you!
I watched a very long time and I moved back as if nothing had happened.
- Me too. I have not stopped thinking about you last night.
And now the sequence of our romantic soap opera ended when she resumed her true nature.
- You've masturbated many times, thinking about me yesterday?
Here, immediately, expressing disappointment won my face then releasing his hand from my thigh with a nervous gesture, I add.
- Damn, Amira, you can not be romantic for once in your life!
She smiled and said, stroking my hair.
- This is not me who invented the jargon of sex, and there is nothing romantic about the sex act to share the preliminaries! then more than a car, ok then I'll rephrase, how many times your hand was moving back and forth on your little pussy! In
leaned on the window, I shouted angrily.
- Close, ok! It
ria, without saying a word and then stopped at a red light. And X5 is a car stopped near us and the driver, a handsome man with blue eyes she raised her head from the window and said.
- Hi girls! And as Amira
liked being dredged, she smiled and replied.
- Hi, you!
Having confidence after his answer, he continued, leaving his car a little ahead of us.
- I invite you and your girlfriend at a coffee shop, if you wish.
- Yes, of course!
There, I pinched his leg and I whispered to him.
- Are you crazy or what? we do not know the guy! the grumbling and wishing, stop acting like a slut!
She smiled at me nigga then turned his head.
- can not still deny the invitation of a handsome man driving a X5? After
nerves, I cried.
- OK, fine stops the car, I want to get off. She laughed and said
in ridiculing.
- It is already stopped.
I threw one last look trim and I prepared to get up so she grabbed my arm so hard and cried.
- Ok, ok! then looked at the guy and said smilingly, sorry may be another time.
The guy, a little disappointed, made up his glass and replied slowly smoked.
- Do not worry, girls!
Once the green light, the X5 sank into the asphalt at full speed. She looked around and said.
- Are you happy now?
I had a dry chuckle and nervous and I muttered.
- Listen, it makes sense spend quality time together so stop searching always the little beast!
nervous, she lit a cigarette and says.
- You make your jealous because I wanted to have coffee with a guy?
- Do not start please!
This was only the beginning of his film. A healthy dose of nervousness she injects filler before I overdosed in his apartment.
- Make yourself at home! said she, removing his jacket and heading to the refrigerator.
I closed the door behind me, and I sat down quietly on the couch. After a minute, she came to me and sat near me by giving me a beer.
- No, I do not want to thank you.
She smiled, opened a can and says.
- As you like, I'll drink alone.
a gesture nervous, I snatched the can and I cried.
- But damn, you can not kiss me for once without swallowing a single drop of alcohol?
Leaving his tongue, take a walk in her mouth she went without me leave his sight.
- I must get drunk, to act as if you were a guy!
fists clenched, I lowered my head and I whispered in a voice very low.
- Why you do not stop always getting hurt?
She emptied the can and opened the second, stroking my hair.
- You know I'm not a lesbian, but I'm a huge effort with you.
And leaving his hand landed on my belly.
- I do not like pussy! what do you want me to do?
- OK, fine! "I said, making a leap. Then
entering my jacket.
- I always wonder why I yield to your caprices! In
leaning, sensually on a pillow she said, drawing a sly smile.
- Because you're in love with me.
- And I think I paid enough for that! I said, pulling my jacket, suddenly.
She rose, I walked around and said, letting his fingers caress my cheek.
- I wet you want to see? and smiling, or do you want to go?
I held his fingers between mine and I said, eyes burning with desire.
- Why you do that?
- What? said she, putting my thumb between his lips.
And leaving your other hand down gently on my buttocks.
- I want to kiss you.
Approaching my head to hers, until his hot breath tickles my lips.
- At one moment you say you do not like the cat and now you want me?
His hand slipped under my sweater and then her fingers began to climb my stomach and ended up on my chest. By snatching a long kiss, she introduced the other hand that does not lose to find its way to my breasts. After palpating my chest, in a caressing. She nibbled his ear and whispered.
- Tell me you burn with desire as me.
Leaving my legs rubbing his, eagerly, I murmured looking lips.
- I want you.
- Me too! murmured she, by marrying my lips.
Then his right hand, ran down very quickly on my chest and stopped my belt. She tried to unbutton my jeans, but as she could not with one hand. The other came to the rescue. Once unbuttoned, his right hand sliding into my pants. Here she opened her eyes and sniffed the mine, sniffing my breath gathering steam, an extraordinary rate.
- You're wet!
- Yes! "I said, closing his eyes. More
his hand in between my thighs, the more I panted. I was on the brink of enjoying, for the first time, not alone. And it was different, more intense, warm, exciting time to live for two, to cross his eyes at achieving an orgasm.
But unfortunately I have not had the pleasure of access this fun duo. Because when I prepared to cross the seventh heaven, "cried the door. As someone that just nab committing a mistake, she abruptly withdrew her hand, wiped it on my jeans, to the spotted with the jet of cum I secreted as a fountain.
Me too on my part, I buttoned my jeans in the next open door. And it's not a surprise since 99% of his visits were one-person Ilhem, I too hated that day because I was deprived of the enjoyment.
was a girl who had the sense of observation, in excess. Seeing us both sweating, she asked us.
- You were fucking or what?
- But no! Amira said, forcing a laugh, and looking at me with fear, you know that girls disgust me.
- Do not bother reminding me! she said, approaching me.
Then his eyes fell on the small white spot on my jeans, a black unfortunately.
- What's that? she questioned with the intention to put his finger on it.
- It's nothing! it's a little dust is all.
- Ah! agree! then, smiling, going to wash.
And addressing himself to Amira.
- There is a new cafeteria, it's a karaoke together and everyone speaks.
- Ah, cool. And shouting for me to hear, we gonna party darling. Trying
with soap and water to remove the task, which was neither white nor transparent.
- I'm coming!
In the end I managed to make it less noticeable to the naked eye, but frowning and looking carefully, it was still there, proof denouncing our game of legs in the air.
Before getting into the car of Ilhem, she stole this time to her mother, she stopped to take a phone call to a friend. During this short period of time, Amir left his eyes on my black pants and said mockingly.
- Ah, it's still apparent!
- Thanks to you! I said, gritting his teeth to enervation.
She left a sneering laugh, go out and say.
- You got a good brand of love juice.
- Fuck you! I said, laughing.
Have a dose of excitement in the car then a task of remembering my shit sex act for everyone, not to the same footing from what I saw in that cafeteria karaoke.
It was five miles away from where my girlfriend lived. And there were many people inside the stand point of a quarter of an hour.
- Phew! we came to stand? I muttered. We'd better go. Amira
held me by the hand and said.
- Patience! and pointing the finger at a table in the back, the lady and the young man preparing to leave.
- Who? Ilhem questioned.
Then following the lady.
- is his son? or her boyfriend?
Amira, laughed and kids.
- Have you ever seen a mother take coffee alone with his son?
And as I lacked purpose and that the lady and man were far enough, I could not look at them clearly.
- I do not see them well.
- Put on your glasses!
- I've forgotten my home.
A large smile on his lips traced which of Amira said.
- That's it, they go away! will we!
She held me by the arm and pulled me. Approaching the table, my eyes met those of the woman, arm in arm with the young man of 24 years ago, lovingly. Frozen on the ground of surprise, my smile disappeared, and a hoot jumped from my lips.
- Mom?!

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Between daughters épisode16: Between myth


I've tried to analyze the meaning of new knowledge according to Amir, and I ended up concluding that it was ashamed of me, and that even as a friend, she would not accept me then why are we doing a pseudo relationship, which was formulated in my head?
The next day, after having woken up to 16h, identified as a monster, and hair scattered in all directions like satellites, I found a text message waiting for me on my cell from my so-called girlfriend "Hi Yasmine, I do not want see you or you call me, to god. "
was clear at least, she passed me on the same plate. And I do not know, I was not moved or affected by his texting. This may be due to the fact that I adapted the rules of his dirty game of sadism, which may also be because deep down I knew she did just to annoy me, or see me suffer for a while then she would hug me with a big smile and tell me it was just to test if you like me or not.
stupid as thought, but that was the case anyway. Three days later, I was with my two friends to the North Star, it was about 18h. And she was sitting with his band of losers, around the same table. As a police officer reasoned, she kept watching me. Then as she saw me laughing and laughing with Cyrine and Nawras, she arose and approached us.
- Hi, girls.
Cyrine, sipping his juice, did not even bother to watch it. Nawras, meanwhile, which was lacking all the time, since it never had a girlfriend, drew a pleasant smile and said.
- Hi, Amira, cava?
Then a violent kick, the trampling on the part its neighbor, calm and even managed to silence it. As I was the one not to make the slightest gesture, she bowed her back a bit to meet my eyes and said, grabbing my chin.
- Cava, Yasmine?
Plotting a fake smile, "I muttered.
- Yes, cava, thank you! She injected
Cyrine a bad look and continued, lowering his voice.
- Get up, we need to talk.
Cyrine, said nothing but his eyes told me so mad not to move.
- What do you want to Amira? I said, trying to stay calm.
- Get up and you'll know what I want.
Shaking my shoulders, I whispered with my stubbornness.
- No, c'mon, before my friends.
In fact, I expected it begged me even more, like maybe a last chance to boost my morals at the sight of my mates. But she dropped her chin, and said, stepping back.
- Ok, as you want, it's not worth it!
And turned back to his buddies. Nervous, Cyrine purpose of his glass of juice and cried.
- What a bitch, how you manage to bear it?
Sipping the rest of my juice with a little noise, I muttered.
- With paracetamol and sometimes Doliprane. She laughed and said
to tease me.
- Be careful, I do not want you to be a junkie for pharmaceuticals.
- No, man! "I said laughing, unable to control my eyes, which betrayed me by searching.
What becomes unworthy when you fall in love. Even after what she did to me at the police station, a secret I kept for myself, without revealing it to my two buddies, I could not stop loving. It certainly was sadistic and I think I on my part I was masochistic.
It's true that I suffered a lot of permanent hostility, but somehow that spice up our relationship. Very complicated as the situation is not it?
That was all that occupied me in my little life as a lesbian, my ups and downs with my girlfriend straight until the day I met a beautiful girl, the girl that everyone dreamed of out with the myth.
The first time I saw her was at the North Star. She came with a guy, bald with a mustache. It was his best friend, with whom she was hanging all the time, but he was not gay but if. A real lesbian, (the beginning, like every lesbian, she hid his sexual identity, but after She had no further discomfort be displayed as proud of his homosexual lifestyle particularly) a committed feminist, a journalist and a blogger known weight, with the thorny debate and turning all about homosexuality in Tunisia .
was a myth in the eyes of small lesbians vulnerable and shy, a strong woman who has character. Her name was Inez, and she was 27 years. She was not beautiful, but very charming. She had charm when she spoke, when she smiled and even charming when she got angry.
She was simply magnificent. Just by looking, chatting, laughing and smoking, it gave me great pleasure but also calmed the beast of love that tortured me and kept buzzing in my ear, asking me to get up to ask forgiveness of Amira as if I offending me. This girl unwittingly gave me the strength to resist unhealthy love getting weaker.
And it was also the lesbian most bothered by the patients, who were holding for defendants of sexual identity, naturally, against the perverts, who wanted vermin, they say, kill the good die, rooted in religion.
Once one of his enemies, like a lot of guys do, was actually spent for a girl. He even went so far in his pathetic game, asking a girl to call him by phone and camera show on MSN, so that she begins to trust him.
And even dared to invite him for a coffee. D-Day came, and the daughter with whom she talked for days turned out the guy in question. He pretended to be kind, understanding, but not long in saying that homosexuality is prohibited, or prohibited and severely punished by Allah, and the State, as if she did not. And he added would love to go out with her. Ines
therefore, remained very calm, very smiling. It was one of the stories she told assiduously to any new friends, including me. That day, she went, and at night he sent a text message to tell him she accepted his offer with great joy.
The next day the man was the place where she asked him to wait. In a park in Tunis, but it was not she who had come to the tip-off, my two guys, two thugs, that were to break his face.
In short, the girl was unbeatable and most unpredictable. Another story she told me, was that of a virtual enemy, who kept insulting him and saying hurtful remarks on his blog. Worse, it was so stupid to not find anything to argue his hatred towards homosexuals than to use big words, he clapped as he breathed.
It was his commentator, number one, the only one who never missed any of his posts. But since he did not know who he was dealing, she conducted her own research on the guy who turned a young student in the faculty of psychology of Tunis: a guy who has paid dearly, especially that it was discovered its coordinated its name, and was shocked and decided to make his life hell for weeks, until he came to ask forgiveness in front of everyone.
But the story that struck me the most but mostly made me laugh the most was one that I assisted with my own eyes, the first day I saw him in the cafeteria.
She was the heroine of this story with Abdelmadjid comic. Me on my part, I had an eye on her and the other on the chosen of my heart, that was his bitch with Hikmet, and Ines meanwhile, smoking a cigarette and told her best friend, Bilel.
And suddenly, the sudden entry in the manner of a bull in a bullfight, Hana, attracted the attention of everyone at the North Star.
crying her eyes rolling around, grabbed her hand Hana aggressively and cried.
- Why hast thou done this? Astonished
like us, Ines, open your eyes and cried.
- Cava not? my arm loose.
- Not until you tell me why you have not called back! Abdelmajid shouted, wild with rage.
- What? and crushing his cigarette in the ashtray, Hana cava?
- Not at all! Hana went, leaving droplets jumping from his lips, and sprinkle the poor Bilel FIG to what the poor man can open his eyes so he was the victim of a violent downpour.
more Intimidated by the looks, confining him everywhere, Ines stood up, quickly wrapped himself in his jacket and left the cafeteria. Furious, Hana, followed by running, but she was not alone in doing so. Two thirds of the people, being in the cafeteria, they did, leading them to me, my two buddies and the group of losers, Amira. Who does not attend a fight girls? Three
not the portal of the North Star, Hana, in a poor psychological state, stopped him by pulling his leather jacket.
- You will not get out of it like that my big!
Gritting his teeth with rage, yelled ines.
- Enough scandal to the world, loose my jacket.
- Why you do not want to go out with me? Hana said, crying harder and harder.
- But stop whore, you want me ashamed of my life or what?
Hana, as it mocking the twenty persons, assistants to the brawl on the sidewalk, near red light went on, a hysterically.
- I love you Ines! I'm crazy about you!
Crimson, Ines, tried in vain to get rid of the standoff Abdelmahid.
- You're sick!
Another increasingly distracted and carried away by the tide of his feelings.
- Ines you Please, give me a chance, I love you.
could no longer bear the scandal in public, his hand began to tremble, then an excess of anger, she rose and made a thunderous free-fall on the cheek of Hana. A slap
historic and memorable, which since that day provoked laughter whenever qu'Abdelmadjid penetrated the North Star. During
Over time, I followed Ines away by pressing the pace, and Hana, crying harder and harder as a girl abandoned by her mother, a hand fell on my butt boldly. Ashamed, I turned my head, thinking it was a guy, enjoying the crowd, to let his hand wander at his ease. But to my surprise, it was Amir who smiled at me and circling me with his arms at me whispering in her ear.
- I want you!
I did all a U-turn, his heart beating so hard to explode and I asked frustrated.
- Pardon?
She kissed me, Express near my lips to turn me on, then continued with a smile.
- You've been listening. Then moving towards the car of her father that she borrows from time to time, you coming or not?

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girls épisode15: New knowledge Between


Who was able to imagine such a turn of events? It bothered us pompoms, we make up, to spend our evening rotten behind the bars of a police station in Barcelona street. It was really the top, that even in fiction, one can imagine. It is often said that truth is stranger than fiction and has proven true, finally. But switching
three hours at the office, I was not too affected, the gesture has been when Amira's savior has come, that hurt me see let me swallow my tears, so much, me n ' had not the strength to secrete. Not too
make you wait, and how the famous American series, a special unit for victims, this is my story.
Without going into detail, explaining that we were all sent to the back of his car, an old car, at least ten years, the work of a charity for the police patrol, his body , would be interesting stopping, a quarter of an hour after we have picked our nice car, like sheep.
- Damn! cried the officer, closing the engine and then restarting again in vain.
- No big words, officer! Amira said, more obnoxious than ever.
He injected him with a look of her mirror and unpleasant words.
- Hey, you, I record every word that you spit, so be careful, you'll pay dearly for the little finger you got mounted!
In a voice so low I barely heard, she whispered.
- I'm over the moon for you mount another!
I pinched his arm furiously.
- What you got tonight? huh? it happens to us all because of you!
She turned her head towards me and resumed his cheeky tone.
- Hey, my big? you were voluntary, you have not been forced so stop sulking, everything will be fine!
then pulled his mobile phone, and before you can dial any number, the officer pulled a brusque gesture and yelled.
- No quick call! You're under arrest!
- Hey, my iPod, and I do what I want, as long as I'm not the position.
He raised himself slightly from his seat and securing an angry look.
- Until you find yourself in my car, you will obey me!
then asked us to give our cell phones too. Once his car, agreed to start, we only had a small ten minutes to regain the position.
Upon our entrance, a street girl, a fake blonde, about thirty years ago who tried to remove his hand from that of an officer grabbed him, cried when they saw us.
- Hey, want competition!
- Shut up, Louie! cried the old police officer sitting at home, taking his footprints.
- Hey, you make me evil, and then you're not obliged to emerge all my fingers in the ink, you'll soil my manicured corners, it cost me 5dinars at the beautician.
Then when she saw the disastrous results, with fingers so black.
- Oh damn, you did it on purpose.
Another policeman, a piece of chewing gum, interfered mockingly.
- loulou It does not matter, you will make a new manicure with your next client, before being nabbed by one of our agents.
With a violent gesture, she pulled his hand out a piece of tissue from her purse and went on.
- You print my fingerprints 6months ago, I do not see why you do it again?
- We lost your old folder, so there is bound to repeat the procedure. Then, looking over the official chewing, hey, Hosni, just show him the way to our tea room.
Man, estuary, and the prostitute grabbed his arm to break it and say, pushing before him.
- Come to me, baby!
Once available, the old man, we made gestures with the hand as we approached his office and said after taking his whole time to stare.
- So, how brothel you bump?
- Pardon? cried Ilhem. And
Amira, cried on the nerves.
- Do we not whores? and pointing his finger at the policeman who brought us is the gentleman who brought us here by force!
He raised a doubtful look and said to his colleague.
- What they have done?
- Lack of respect for a police officer and driving while intoxicated. Man
anniversary, drew a small smile and then said.
- Ben is serious charges as girls. then lighting a cigarette, well, if you have a relative you would call now.
Amira, carried away by pride surprising I pushed his shoulder, got before me while talking to the man.
- I'll call Hedi! then, glancing annoying to the other officer, and we'll see!
Once she passed her sudden call, the officer in question at the end of the nerves, grabbed his arm and shouted aggressively.
- Meanwhile, you'll find our tea room.
- No, thank you, I'm not thirsty.
He laughed nervously and whispered.
- is made for people who just do not feel thirsty.
Once the three of us behind bars, Ilhem, who could no longer talk so she burned with anger.
- You've wasted a great opportunity to have an autograph of Inna.
Well, I understand she is angry, I too was there but for the same reason, which was very obvious. As for Amir, it does not let go of the officer's aggressive look, which was kindled when she saw him playing with his iPod.
- Hey, do not touch my iPod!
He smiled and continued to annoy him to play with, without uttering a word. In this cell arrest, we were not alone, but with the prostitute, who was only a piece of chewing gum, then muttered.
- So you bump for Ibrahim?
- What? She quietly and
ria said, crossing his arms.
- Whores of luxury?
Ilhem, unable to endure all these false accusations aggressively cut him short.
- It looks as whores? dirty whore!
- Oh, oh calm down! "I said, holding the arm Ilhem.
Then a cry of joy sprang from the lips of Amira, who approached the bar and says, cheerfully.
- Oh, dear, it happened!
The old fiance, smiled and made a quick hello with the hand and then went to speak to police.
- We will soon get out of this rat hole! cried Amira crossing arms.
The other woman, but we miss his inquisitive murmured in a low voice.
- Hookers and Luxury VIP more!
After about twenty minutes, her fiancé in an elegant gray suit approached us with the policeman who has to chopées Gammart. He drew a smile and then spoke to Amir in a mild tone.
- So my princess? we still doing stupid things?
She smiled and patted her hand and whispered hairy shameful.
- It was not purposely Titi!
- Titi? I said, thinking of saying to myself. So
Ilhem, estuary and went softly whispering to me ear.
- That's it called Hedi. Hedi
? Titi? For me, it was clear that there was no word related to these two names and no possibility of diversion, but hey who knows where we invent nicknames and on what basis?
- Hey, sweetie, if you want an experienced you can contact me! said the prostitute, by being affectionate and making him a glance, you will not regret it!
The policeman intervened in a firm voice.
- Shut up, layla!
Hedi, after his fiancée of a benevolent eye and said.
- Good, Here, this gentleman has been a good man and nice, he is ready to do away with you sweetie if you apologize.
She looked at him coldly for a moment and then tried to tell cons heart. Once he went to fetch the keys for us to open the cell, Amir wondered unconvinced.
- It cost you much?
He smiled and said, lowering his voice, because the officer walked toward us.
- In Nature! two free weekends at my hotel, Hedipalace in July, his wife and children.
- I suspected as much for his kindness! Amira murmured, with a sneer.
Once the door opened, Amira boldly went out and threw himself into the arms of her man, kissing him on the cheek length.
- Thank you my savior!
Hedi, more rational and modest she was, gently relaxed arms of his bride and said, smiling.
- So who were with you in the car?
Without thinking twice she said, grabbing the hand of Hedi.
- Ilhem.
Ilhem, left the cell arrest and exclaimed, eyes wide open.
- Yasmine And? you have forgotten.
She looked at me strangely, for the first time and then said, drawing a false smile.
- Ah yes, Yasmine.
Her fiancé, stared at me a sweet look and said.
- Ilhem I know, but you do not.
I smiled, wanting to introduce myself but Amira was faster and I stole the floor, crying.
- This is a new understanding of Ilhem!

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girls épisode14: Between the finger


O love when we catch you, you despise us, make us more stupid, more naive, you we emerge into a vicious cycle of bitterness and failure innumerable!
Make no mistake, I'm not writing a poem, nor to reveal some of my loving soul through prose. I do not hold or how neither art nor the verb to sing my pen.
It is often said that those who fall in love, become poets or many nicks best rhymers, or rhymesters versifiers, and the limit of the singers. Finally, all in their heads, but when it comes to translating the ideas of a nascent inspiration comes for the first time tickle your mind, you lose the mobility of your fingers, or rather the theme of your romantic ideas.
And worse, when the person for whom all this inspiration, haunts you, makes fun of your latent talents and began to laugh, you lose not only the desire to write but you feel ridiculed.
The only time where I started writing, it was with Amira. It was my way to express my deep feelings. She invited me home on a Friday, go to dinner somewhere. And during the time she showered (she even closed the door key to the bathroom, I did not even interpret the reason), I immersed myself in reading a book of poems that I liked grave the flowers of evil. As I thought what he wrote of extreme beauty, it encouraged me to write prose in his own way. Upon
came out of the shower, she ran toward me and shook his head m'asperger with her wet hair. Once, my sweater soaked with tepid water droplets, and the sheet on which I wrote my first three sentences, swimming in a lake anchor diluted, she laughed and cried.
- You still want to get wet?
- Stop! I said when I got up at the end of nerves.
She noticed the sheet soaked, so she seized it and read aloud.
- O love?
And then, a crisis of laughter to tears from the eyes and wrapped.
- What's that? yourself become a poet, now?
I tried to snatch the piece of paper, but she kept in her hand, then continued reading mockingly.
- Ilhem must see!
- Stop Amira, it's not funny!
She looked at me and gave me a long time.
- Listen, poets are boring people who do not find comfort as with words! and kissing me on the mouth, if you become a poet, you will forget me!
I stepped back and asked him.
- Luckily you're a student in fine arts and so you know what an art! It
ria, kissed me again on the lips and went on their way to her room.
- You make me really laugh, my bitch! and leaving the door half open, she continued, with the score I had in high school, I could not register as fine arts! So it's no love for art that I chose this branch! and then laughing, oh love when you despise us ...
- OK, fine Amira!
And without being able to remember I ran toward it with excitement, pushing the door without noticing that she was naked.
- Oh, sorry! I did not want
... She's beautiful ass, well rounded and well muscled. With a gesture she appealed to the nervous After she left towel drop to the ground, then wrapped his bottom and turned his head toward me, grabbing a bra.
- At this point, you're lacking? she exclaimed with a grin, then to annoy me yet, O love!
- Amira, shut the! I said, clenching his fists in anger.
As if she was enjoying the anger rising in me, she continued, raising his voice.
- O Love! oh love, oh love!
- OK, fine!
Furious, I pressed on towards the door of his apartment, but she caught me at the last second, then hugged me against her arms, kissing me on the forehead.

- Do not get angry my heart, I wanted to tease you! then stroking my cheek, I promise, I do most of your mock latent talent!
- Fuck you! I said, laughing.
She hugged me against her, caressing one way and added, devouring me with a look of passion.
- What? you want a second run!
I belt my arms and I answered without leaving my eyes.
- Provided that you are serious this time.
She got rid of my hands and then laughs.
- You really are naive, do not take my word! and raising his arm, I was kidding!
Ashamed, I lowered eyes, then raising my hand on the doorknob.
- I do not feel like dinner, I'll go. She dried her hair
with another towel and said coldly.
- Ok, goodbye!
- Thank you, Amira! it's very nice.
As she said nothing, while putting the hair dryer on. I took my jacket and I left his apartment, closing the door so hard.
-hey bitch, a little finesse! You will pay the costs of a new door if the tremors you!
was his way of saying goodbye to me, with kind expression of his love and affection outside the norm.
When I make a feedback in the past, I I am often asked how I could not open your eyes and noticed that she did not love me, then perhaps, she liked me but she did not love me.
The next day she called me to 19h. I was home I was summarized on the cards for the anatomy course. And his phone call, just distract me.
- Hey, my bitch? what are you doing?
- I review. She laughed and cried
.
- Oh, stop, you become very boring, once you're a poet, another hard worker? In
sucking a piece of candy to calm myself, I whispered.
- I am angry against you.
- Oh, damn, does not start please. It is you who are left yesterday, and I do not know why ...
I interrupted him nervously.
- You do not know why? you talk to me as if I were one to you.
- You're my girlfriend.
- Well, you do not give me the impression of being.
She lowered the tone, as if to apologize and added.
- I know I do not show my feelings. I'm like that sweetie.
enamored by my passion for her, I cried.
- You never tell me, I love you when you sent me a text, yet me, I always say.
She let a breath of weariness escape her lips and said.
- Ok, I love you!
- It is very clear, as you say to heart cons! I said, laughing.
She shared the laughter and continued.
- Go bitch ass move and bring them back to my apartment!
- Why?
- To celebrate my darling.
Partying as defined by my girlfriend was drinking to intoxication in a deep sink, break the head of the neighbors with loud music to house, give me a striptease without letting me touch her. But this time was different. We was not only head to head as the two times we partied.
What was planned was to find myself alone with her. Besides, she was so drunk at the end let me touch everywhere. It was on her bed, her eyes were almost closed so she drank a dozen beers. To excite me even more she took off her bra and panties remained in red, then standing with difficulty.
- Come on, this time, I'll play the role of the subject! and making me a wink, it's rare, I love to dominate when I make love. Then she threw
on the bed and invited me with your finger to join her. From the moment I was on it, I nailed both his hands under mine and snatching a long kiss.
- You're cute, as a subject!
She smiled and pushed me with his legs, and began on me. His black heart pendant, tickled my neck a little and then eventually stops at my chin. I suck on her neck, which made me laugh when she resumed.
- You love it, nasty girl, huh?
In devouring a hungry look of desire, I muttered.
- I love your lips when they touch me!
His hand slid slowly towards my sale and it continued without leave me of her eyes.
- You want me to caress, is not it?
- Yes, I said, feeling a flame, invade my whole body.
- Ok! she said, sticking her lips in mine.
As his hand passes my "red zone", the door of the apartment said. So she withdrew her hand from my panties, and rewashed.
- Oh, no, stay! I said in a voice capricious.
She gave me a kiss with his hand and said.
- I'm curious to know who it is! then I threw my jeans in the figure, dressed you, it can be Ilhem! In
lifting me, sadly.
- She comes to midnight Ilhem?
She put her sweater and then said, pulling his pants.
- She comes sometimes to 2am.
And as she guessed, was Ilhem. When she entered the apartment. She exchanged without discomfort a kiss on the mouth with my girl. I was shocked to lose the language, then Ilhem, approached me to co me a kiss and laughed at me too.
- So you do not be jealous.
Then pat the shoulder of Amira.
- Go repairs you are going away in the disco!
By opening a new beer, Amira wondered.
- Which box?
- Butterfly Gammart! and by drawing a bright smile, tonight, Inna will explode the box with his hits.
- I thought there were more tickets?
She went out, so the pocket of his jacket and three tickets said proudly.
- The two weeks I spent with Imed, have borne fruit.
- Imed? I cried in amazement.
Amira, laughed and explained.
- Yes, that's her boyfriend.
- Oh, your boyfriend? I think you're lesbian?
Ilhem, snatched another kiss and said.
- I love your naivety! then giving me a wink, hang out with guys from time to time for business, is not bad!
And by opening a can in his turn.
- need only know which guy to choose, and in jest, so out with the head of sales of concert tickets, was a good idea.
I sat on a chair and I said, hesitating.
- Inna I love, but it's getting late!
The two girls then exploded with laughter Amira spoke.
- Oh, sweetie! usually we go out to 1am! and holding me by the arm, we'll just primping for a party.
Once pampered, wrapped in robes and masked bare, it blew into the car which was that the cousin Ilhem. When she started the engine, Amira sitting in the front seat, put music on.
back seat alone, I said, heart pounding.
- Decrease the volume a bit, people fall asleep.
She laughed, and increased the volume to annoy me shouting for me to hear.
- Only the cheesy falling asleep early on a Saturday night!
then began to dance in his seat, waving his beer can out the window.
- Hey, Amira stops!
- What? I want to party, and leaving Ilhem, sipping his beer because it had both hands on the fly. Oh, be thou participles to our party, be shut up, Yasmine! After
nerves, I crossed his arms and I lie on my seat. It was around 1am, we were at the entrance to Gammart, and at the roundabout Ilhem stopped the car for some time pending the passage of three cars from the other direction.
Meanwhile, a police patrol car stopped to the right of ours. There was the driver, a young thirty. In seeing only girls, beautiful and super sexy dresses, evening he put his car up a little stop at the window of Amira.
She had no discomfort to drink more beer before him. The policeman, only smiled and when she turned her eyes toward him, he made a snap. She drank his beer, then to me with the can, she looked at the policeman again, then cried.
- Hey, girls, he sent me a kiss!
Ilhem, passed a car, then said, seeking police car.
- Who?
- The policeman.
- Non, tu rigoles, dis- Ilhem, en riant.
- I swear!
Ilhem, looked at the corner of my eye, and in turn received a kiss wheel.
- Wow, what nerve! Then the car passed
police. But Amir does not stop there, she went out the window of his head while I cried from the rear.
- Hey, what are you doing?
- I'll send him a kiss on my way!
Cheeky by nature, she made him the finger, then sat back in his seat. Ilhem, laughed and said.
- You're really mad.
But here, the car began to honk, and then he beckoned us with its lights for us to stop the car.
- This is the best, this one! Ilhem said in parked the car.
Once parked the car, he stopped his before ours then approached the seat and said Ilhem by inserting his head out the window.
- So girls, there is a lack of respect for the police now?
Then looking with his eyes, Amira.
- This is not worthy of a young girl to make rude gestures!
- We are sorry sir! Ilhem cried a little frustrated. She is drunk and not really aware of what she did. As
to sniff, he sniffed the face and said Ilhem.
- Ben, you too, you got drunk?
Then, withdrawing his head and typing so loudly on the hood.
- Driving while intoxicated ! and a firm tone, your papers miss.
Hesitant, she opened the small lamp above the mirror, and gave him the papers of the car as soon as he read them, briefly, he said.
- This is not your car!
- is that of my cousin!
- And where is your cousin?
Frustrated and upset, she cried.
- I borrowed it for tonight.
- Who can assure me that you did not steal.
- Oh, as I told you that this is my cousin.
He opened his door and said, pulling his arm violently.
- Go up!
And addressing himself to Amira.
- You too!
then opened the back door and shouted angrily.
- It applies to you too, my big!
Then without releasing the arm Ilhem.
- Go closes the car! Se
standing with difficulty, Amira exclaimed grabbing me by the arm to avoid losing balance.
- I can know where do you come?
He smiled and said, chuckling.
- Well, for now you'll get into my car, and then continue your party Saturday night at the police station!

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girls épisode13: Status "couple" Between


Who can understand what is happening in our heads when we fall in love with someone? Who can explain behaviors antagonists in the same person. A shrink? Not even. How can we explain that a person rejected you an hour to return an hour after you recover? The answer to these questions may lie in Amira.
Even as delirium, I could not believe the scene that I was involved. She paused, like a tigress to the poor Sahar, crying over, that's my girl. She had a sacred character, to me greatly exhausted when you are out together. Was a funny relationship, one that marked me forever.
- Sorry, I do not know. Stammered the poor Sahar, harassed by a venomous look.
I was like a gourd, physically present but virtually absent so I was amazed Amira, in person, having imposed this portion magical lesbian.
- Now you know. She said, putting his hands around her waist.
eyes wide open, I rose drawing Amira's arm.
- But what are you doing?
She got rid of my arm with a nervous gesture, then dipping a bully look into mine.
- You are deceiving me bitch?
Deceiving? But since when we go out together she accused me of cheating? A lot of questions, swung at my lips, that I did not let escape, so the tone and the dispute was rising fast.
- And you, you had better go, if you want me to be nice!
- Hey, do not cry over me, okay? screamed the girl on the nerves, I told you I did not know. Then
me pointing his finger.
- I asked her, but she did not respond.
Amira, pinched me by the cheek, then holding my hand tight.
- She is shy! and then staring at me from one of his eyes psychosis, is not it sweetie? Next
blaming a look, topped with a huge anger from the eyes of Sahar, then turning the head to Amira, smiling like a winning lotto.
- I
... But I could not speak to explain, as a gesture quickly and unexpectedly, Amira pulled me by the neck, and my collaboration with a kiss on the lips, to Hollywood, then opened his eyes, leaving a small smile wicked plot, as to annoy the girl, show him where I was at it.
- You may want to see us kiss with tongue?
And by his bitch.
- Or maybe we filmed while kiss?
- Amira, stop! I cried at the ends of nerves so it was disrespectful to the girl.
- No, you stop! she said, fixing my cheeks between his palms. Then raising a smoldering gaze to Sahar, what are you waiting for the show? must pay in advance for that?
The girl shook her head as if shocked, and then approached the door.
- You really are a bitch. Then she
partit.Une only time I had my share of cake like I was at fault.
- I can see what you were alone with her in the locker room?
- I came, clean myself! Then shrug my voice, and then it not concern you, I do not see why you're bitter about the girl? and clenched teeth, Sulaym certainly awaits.
- She left with her boyfriend ...
I interrupted him, furious.
- Oh, and now you're alone and you have nothing to do, you just to piss me off?
She did not answer my question but I stuck with his leg at the edge of the faucet, then staring at me with a jealous eye.
- It pleases you?
- I ... I do not see the connection! "I said, trying to sneak, so I had a bad back, to be tilted.
- You find it beautiful? she continued sticky me back on the contour marble faucet.
- She's cute. I said, embarrassed.
- Cute? it? Amira said jealously, then pulling me towards her, a gesture greedy. You find her more beautiful like me?
- Are you jealous or what?
In fact, it was not totally jealous. His violent reaction was a part, but not until after the period I spent with her that I have assimilated the rationale for such a crisis.
was a girl with the syndrome of narcissism and sadism, which was taken for a goddess, for a Chakira. (Well, Chakira certainly had a perfect body but not a beautiful face) who regarded me as a stooge, or his slave. And look at his poor servant, the disobedient, falling under the spell of a rival considerable, according to the criteria of Amira, a physical point of view of course, was a serious crime.
So, she decided to intervene and set up the scene disguised as a possessive jealousy. Too bad that I did come to that conclusion, after having broken up with her.
that day, so the event had succeeded in a manner as fast and hectic, I thought I was a heroine of one of my fantastic dreams, one of my fantasies, rather, that happened in my head, closing his eyes, to make me a little pleasure in the shower .
seeing me, hand in hand with Amir, approached his table Hikmet, lost his tongue a few seconds before finding his smile and his words.
- Who can understand you, you girls?
She therefore resumed his place, pulled me by the hand for me to sit beside him and then putting a piece of chewing gum in his mouth.
- are reconciled! and holding me as a boy by the chin tenderly, is it not my heart? In
rid my chin, while prisoner of looks disappointed that my two girlfriends, m'injectent since leaving the toilet girls.
- I'm sorry, Amira, but we need ...
She interrupted me without losing my girlfriends from his eyes.
- But what? I do enough for you not me. Then insolently, you want to find your losers.
- My friends are not losers! And
noting on it, a frightened look.
- I do not know what you up to this time, but I assure you that if you try to have me, you'll regret it.
She was silent, fixing on me, first, a look at emotional and so tender that rarely invaded his little face.
- Listen, I know I was rude to you. But it was not out of malice.
Without releasing his mat, Hikmet laughed.
- Well, she is always with me bitch, but she loves me. And laughing is his way of showing affection to those she loves.
funny way of showing his love, you find it? Finally, each a very specific way to him to send his feelings to the person he loves. But being bad, to satisfy his goals relational? It's weird but typical me Amira.
However, I was still lost, because she has not told me solemnly that she wanted to be my girlfriend. So, when I got home at night, I took my courage in both hands and I called to have the ideas clearer.
- Hi.
From his cold voice, she said.
- Hi, my heart. Cava?
Every time she said my heart, a pleasant little shiver of delight ran through my body and my voice disturbances.
- Yes, cava. then chowing down on my saliva with difficulty, listen, I know it will appear to you idiot of myself, but I want to know if we go out or not.
She said nothing. As I heard a noise near her I knew she was not alone, and then lowering her voice she murmured.
- Yes, you can say that. Then raising his voice, I'll call you later, I'm not alone.
After a quarter of an hour she called me to add.
- Listen, I want it to remain our little secret, ok?
A little disappointed, I answered, lying down on my bed.
- Not even Ilhem?
- especially not her. Cried Amira, a frustrated voice.
- Why you want so that it does not know us? She drew a breath
large and resumed.
- Like that, I do not want.
As I was so happy to be officially in a relationship with the girl I was crazy, I did not add anything to avoid conflict. But since I was a real lesbian, and proud of it, I continued.
- So I can change my status?
- Pardon? then when she realized my suggestion, saying she ria, ah, yes, I forgot, customs lesbians.
And finally give me his agreement, to change my status as face book, single to couple, but without specifying the person, because she did not, because it was bride and the account she used was her official account.
was better than keep a single status and engage in a relationship top secret. From the moment when I typed the magic word a couple, phone calls followed, and my firefox page is blocked so full of girls talking to me on the chat this social network. And the question, which I did not answer was right to unveil my girlfriend.
So, I invented a little lie to save my skin, assuming that my girlfriend is a married woman, and she wanted to maintain a romantic relationship with me, out of sight but just barely. Many, do not buy my story, including my two close friends who saw me hand in hand with it, and even a mentally retarded, had doubts about us. And
Ilhem was one curious girls who called me to discover my new girlfriend.
- So dirty cachotière is that the chosen of your heart?
- You do not know! "I said frustrated.
She laughed and continued.
- Do not underestimate me, I know almost all lesbians in Tunis.
- No it's not a lesbian. And more distorted, I mean, not a daughter of the star North is a married woman.
Not convinced, of course, she spoke.
- Oh, married?
- Yes.
- How old is she?
- 28 years.
There she astonished me, crying.
- Ah, well, I recognized her.
- Really? She laughed and added
proud.
- No one ever tells you that CNN called me the LGBT Tunisian? And confidence. This is Sarah, and I'll indicates that it is out with a third of lesbians in the capital.
Sarra, this lesbian bride was also a young mother, is another special character, which will of course, its way to me. Another story to follow.
Good enough breaks in the future, and return to my story with my first. For the eyes, some so I went out with an unknown married in the eyes of Ilhem was Sarra, and cyrine and Nawras was Amira.
But as I asked them, they have promised to keep secret, even if they showed more fear than joy for me, for my bond, which she said was dangerous, and ultimately, they were right.
Two days later, Amir called me and asked me to spend the night at her house. It was also what she called "sleepover", but in my head, I took her for an invitation to make love.
And I could not describe to you the happiness in which I swam, choosing carefully, put the underwear in case she wanted to have sex with me. Towards
8:15 p.m. I was at his apartment, she opened, wearing pink pajamas, with lots of pictures of Japanese comics, I co a long kiss on the mouth, then pulled me towards her.
- You'll love the movie.
- What movie?
- The latest film Twilight.
Hiding my smile, I murmured whimsically by following in his room.
- I've seen. She moved
under the blanket, then in my hand.
- me 15 times, at least.
- Why the review then?
Once bare feet, I climbed onto the bed, she handed me the piece of quilt then continued, laughing.
- I love the movie, period! and kissing me on the cheek. I love the hero.
- Yes, I see! I say, absorbed by a wave of trouble.
And here, again, I was having, but this time by myself. After half past one in the film, I grew tired. She was silent, his eyes glued on the screen instead of TV, and only her fingers caressed my arm time to time.
was perhaps his way of being a couple, but with us lesbians, it was more like a night with friends and between lovers.
Suddenly, I found myself in the obligation, to make the first move myself. Very gently, my hand slipped from his grip. To say that I did not find difficulty in doing so, she was so devastated by the film. And my index finger, began by touching her neck, and I even fun to let him dance on his chest and feel her curves.
As she was no reaction, my finger slipped slowly to her stomach but every time he crossed her navel, she intervened in the grabbing and sticking him a gentle kiss, while keeping my finger trapped in his hand.
Based on the fourth attempt to descend even lower, she kept myself suddenly turned his head suddenly.
- Stop, Yasmine, I do not want!
- I have done nothing! I said, a little ashamed.
She let the breath escape nervous and cried.
- It's still early for that!
Pulling my hand furiously, I muttered.
- The last time, yet you seemed ready. It drew a smile
ridiculing, and responded by pressing my hand.
- The last time it was to fuck you, I knew very well that you dare not take action. Now it's different, you are a couple!

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girls épisode12: Honey, that's my girl! Between


There are certain moments in life when we can no longer be silent no longer endure the bad jokes, like dad said when he got angry against my mother.
In fact I was more angry against me than against it. I was angry against my naivety, a lack, or rather a weak point which was a source of amusement for Amira. I was angry against the world how wonderful of a soap opera, life tinged with pink than I imagined in his company. I was angry against the innocent love that I bore her and she was laughing, inevitably.
I had always heard that it was the kind of girl, looking for the little beast, who found great pleasure in humiliating people rather shy and stuck, and yet I loved him. It was also during this time that I believed in the dictum that proclaimed they would never fall in love with a person's choosing, but rather someone we expect it.
I blamed myself for falling so in love with the wrong person, I have loved that based on the physical. Maybe because I allowed myself to be seduced by the superficialities, that I was severely punished.
But I could not extinguish the anger that tortured me in the confronting, it was not to show him she could touch me again, but to tell him it is time to stop to piss me off and it no longer mattered to me, nor as a lover or friend.
That was the day the clumsy revelation of Ilham. I sat with my two buddies, Nawras and Cyrine around a table at the North Star, pretending to be smiling in a good mood when I was burning with fury intrinsic, which flashed more and more in my eyes seeing Amira and his gang of thugs enter the cafeteria.
She even dared look at me, smile at me and make me a sign with his hand as if nothing had happened. Absorbed by a terrible excitement, I got up and I approached their table.
Hikmet saw me first, looking up by chance, then sent me the floor, swinging his mat.
- Hey, sweetie, cava?
Amira, who spoke during this time with a girlfriend, I looked at the corner of his eye and returned to his conversation as it fucks with my presence. As for Hikmet, he smiled and said, rubbing his chin.
- Come join us, Yasmine.
Leaving a long breath to blow my lips, as an attempt to calm myself, I muttered.
- No, thank you I'm with friends! then turning his head toward Amira, I came rather speak with her.
She raised her head and just said, turning her neck to the other girl.
- Who? me?
- Yes, you! I said shaking my teeth, I hope your dad okay?
She drew a fake smile and replied, raising his gaze on me a bully.
- It is well, thank you. Then addressing himself to his girlfriend, so how she reacted after her boyfriend has dropped?
The other, the boy cut, but very feminine, "said.
- Poor thing, she wanted to commit suicide.
- No you laugh!
- I swear!
Embarrassed by his indifferent attitude toward me, I cried.
- Excuse me, but you do not see that I'm talking to you?
She stared at me with a look and ridiculing continue, resulting in me.
- And you do not see that I talk to Sulaym?
- Yes it shows!
Hikmet, who followed us closely, intervened to calm the atmosphere electrifying that has developed around him.
- What is there between you two?
- I want to talk! "I said, crossing his arms.
She crossed her arms and said to irritate me more.
- You can come back later I'm busy now.
There Hikmet launched a chuckle and interfered.
- It looks like two little kids who get hot for a real fight!
- Shut up, asshole! Amira said, by squeezing gently on the cheek. Then in addressing me, no, seriously, Yasmine, I myself will come later to talk to you. In
chowing down my saliva, I resumed.
- I'm going to leave me!
- Too bad for you in this case! she replied, shaking his shoulders.
- You really are a bitch! I exclaimed, unable to bear his modus operandi of provocation.
- Oh! calm, girls! Hikmet said, getting up, like how to calm the game
She had not even a gesture, then leaned in addressing himself to Sulaym.
- Where were we?
was actually his way to show that I was nothing for her and that she did not care how I felt. It was at that time also, I felt the futility of dealing with respect, to show any feeling towards her. What's the point to get excited when she felt the pleasure to see me angry, touched by his dirty game of provocation.
Without adding another word, I turned back to the table of my girlfriends, where Cyrine at the end of the nerves, cried.
- I told you to do so discouraged!
Without answering, I sat down beside her, and my eyes swam after five minutes of a flood of tears.
- Oh! no! come here! she said, hugging me tightly in his arms. Then kissed me on the cheek if I were you I shall have slapped him.
Nawras, added, stroking my hand.
- If you want me to break his face, you're only making me a sign.
Cyrine, wanting to make me laugh, "said.
- It is a black belt in taekwondo! then laughing out loud, otherwise 10dinars enough to retain the services of Abdelmajid.
Despite myself, a small smile played on my lips, then Cyrine pinched my cheek tenderly and went.
- I prefer you smiling, my smart!
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, then laughed.
- Abdelmajid I imagined the body of Mike Tyson.
Nawras, burst out laughing and I growled.
- Stop, you're wicked. Then our little joke
ended when a girl they did not know approached us.
- Excuse me, girls.
relavant In my head, I saw a girl, kinda cute, then she smiled, pointing to a pretty girl, sitting at the back of the cafeteria with two other girls.
- My friend, the one with the pink sweater, much love to meet you.
- Who me? I say, in opening eyes wide with surprise.
a little intimidated, the girl continued.
- Yes, the one in the middle.
The girl she talked to me, looked very fresh. She had a pretty face, beautiful green eyes and beautiful long hair, a chestnut color. Next
my eyes, Cyrine told me to tease me.
- Ooh, Yasmine is currently being dredged.
- Shut up. I say, red cheeks so shy because I did not know what to say.
was Sahar, my second girlfriend. Another story I'll tell you later, a girl with whom I stayed a couple a year, the only relationship I have woven seriously, and that was hard to see complete hell.
After encouragement from my two friends and I got up from my chair and I followed the girl into his band of friends.
- Hey, girls, her name is Yasmin!
The girl in question, spoke to me first by drawing a lovely smile.
- Moi is Sahar.
- Magic! "I dare not face his eyes.
She was very cute, very stylish but also very sweet smile as she kept track.
- Come sit. She said, leaving me a place near her.
A little ashamed, I muttered.
- I'm with friends, I ...
She interrupted me, then added.
- I see. Then without turning his tongue seven times, then you're single or you got a girlfriend?
- Calm down, Sahar! teased the girl who picked me up, can not you see you're scaring him?
Then another sitting side by side with Sahar, intervened with a laugh.
- She recently discovered she has a penchant for girls.
And here, in my head was another hetero wanting fun, carried by the new bisexual trend that has spread like an epidemic. As I already my dose of excitement, I excused myself by going to the toilet for girls, without noticing that the girl got up and followed me.
- Listen, I'm sorry! I know what you think! she said, holding my arm gently
- No this is nothing! "I said opening the tap, you're not for nothing I assure you!
She put her hand on my shoulder and added.
- Listen, I want to be frank with you ... then a timid voice, I like you, so there!
And as I said nothing, she added, frustrated.
- It's been weeks since I was hesitant to talk to you ... You know this is the first time a girl I like.
Then a voice from a capricious girl pushing the door interrupted the crapper.
- As it is moving!
It was not difficult to recognize the voice of Amir, who pushed me with the palm of his hand horribly, and stopped before the tap for washing hands.
- Who's that girl?
- It does not concern you, Amira! and carried away by anger, Sulaym awaits surely tell you the rest of the story.
It injects a furious look, then wiped her hands and stood side by attaching at Sahar a fierce look.
- Honey, that's my girl!

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girls épisode11; pranks


Everybody makes mishaps, everyone faces the failures of heart. The only mistake I was falling in love with a girl straight, but worse, which proved to sadistic. Have a crush on a straight with us lesbians is a serious offense not to commit and is severely punished, and I think I served my sentence enough torture. It was a crucial rule in the world of lesbianism, "a lesbian hetero = a + hell "I've likened course after what she put me through.

Since that day, I was just asking me questions, like a madman in a psychiatric hospital, and after three days of confinement in my apartment, I came to the conclusion, I hurt my chosen circle lesbian friendship. As I once said I have known that the category plugged In and lesbians. One class, two-thirds were straight people, who posed for lesbians for fun, because it's something very fashionable to be bisexual, one of evil consequences of the famous American series "The L World", a series which I love, at the time of discovery of my sexual orientation.

As each questionnaire, there are screening questions, the world of local lesbians, the filter question that you asked a girl who has doubts about your sexuality is, "Do you know the L world? "An affirmative answer, meant of course, is that you're lesbian, bisexual or you got a penchant for girls or simple curiosity, but mostly you're not homophobic. Invalidating an answer, does not always mean you're a real owl. It may be that you're lesbian, but you might not know this series homosexual.

But anyway it was the kind of questions you ask a lesbian classic first during the period of knowledge. That was the case with a real lesbian, a girl who was not connected In neither was a very wise girl, finally, a girl, normal, nice girl to make the kind your parents , say the type for a positive image of lesbians.

Cyrine was a girl who was 23 years old, and who was a student in computer science, I knew on face book at the time of my confinement. It was not very complicated, as the procedure of friendship. She sent me a friend request, under a pseudonym, "Cyrine Lesbi. After some hesitation, I add and friendship between us comes together eventually. It was she who also told me first "is that you know the L word? "When I answered" yes ", she sent me a Simley laughing, expressing his joy, of course, to say," you're lesbian or bi "when I answered" lesb "she was thrilled .

And now, so we jumped in a conversation on MSN. It was a cool girl and we had stuff in common. We liked them both, go to the movies, shopping, and especially watching the same movies. It was like a dream for me, or maybe a kind of moral damages that God handed to me, to forget the bitch Amira.

And our new knowledge to triumph, or rather it happen in life, we finally set up an appointment at the North Star, without hesitation. I do not know why I insisted that the tip-off or in a cafeteria where Amira hanging out most of the time, may be that deep, I wanted to get revenge or to prove that my love life does not stop her, she did not represent much in my life, it 's was a black page that I turned once and for all.
Anyway, I can not explain why I was so insistent that Amira, aware of my association with Cyrine. Who knows how a broken heart anyway?

On the first tip-off, it was a Tuesday, at 18:30. Why did you choose one hour late to meet Cyrine enough? The answer was very simple, of course because Amir does came with his band until 18h.

Punctual as a German, I arrived around 18:15. And of course as I entered, my eyes, as if by surprise, came across one of Amira, who was not his bitch like last time, and kept our dirty secret that both of us.

was nice of him, but hey, it was rather to save his reputation, not mine, especially as word of mouth ass side is highly developed, as a channel, and it may spread to its See Frequently old fiance's wedding.

The moment I put foot in the cafeteria, she did not fail in her eyes, but as rebellion, I pretended not to see. Anyway, I was a bad actress, and she noticed that I've seen.

Ten minutes later, my guest of honor arrived. She was thin, very even, very feminine and had a pretty face with hair, square cut very short.

Physically it was not bad, but frankly I preferred a girl with more curves, as my eyes could not leave, Amira. Damn, she had a body of a goddess, very sexy, and well trained. She was perfect physically, but morally void.

But why I did not stop talking about her? It is true that I still had feelings for her, but in my head, I decided to forget it and throw myself into the arms instead of a real lesbian, before me, smiling and very cute.

- So how you found out you're a lesbian? I threw Does the outset of our conversation.

- I do not know, I was not attracted to guys, so I guess I was attracted to girls. My answer enough

naive did laugh. I loved the way he laughs, the way she move her hands, she threw me tender glances from time to
other. For me it was time to start a real conversation, a serious conversation, then without hesitation I told him.

- How do I look?
She looked at me, a brief moment and replied, shyly.
- You're nice. And chowing down on his saliva, and you, how you find me?
I smiled, his eyes looking Amira, and I answered.
- You're cute. Finally

not cute enough for my taste, but it was a some way. After all, since when real guns were lesbians? It was pretty rare to come across a gun and lesbian women, but not impossible, whatever gay girls in this category were also the most time of nympho bitches and queens relationships short and transient.
- I want to introduce you a good friend of mine! she said after a long silence.
- Really? who? I say curious. She held her

Gsm and made a beep. And moments later, a girl who was sitting alone in a table last ours, just join us. She was very young, beautiful, with glasses. She looked very serious. She was a Lycian, and even wore the uniform of the pilot school, which meant that it was a studious girl, the kind of girl who reminded me that I was in school.

- Hi! said the young girl with her voice.
- Hi! I said, raising his hand. Cyrine

And, to me is saying.

- This is my neighbor, Nawras, she is in 3rd year math, and 17 years. Then, mocking, a genius in school, but nowhere in romantic relationships, and she is bisexual.

The girl sat facing me and said smiling at me.
- I'm not zero, but I do not have enough time for a potential girlfriend. Then
devouring me with a look admirer.

- You're very cute yourself.

I laughed slightly and I murmured.
- You too.

Finally here, the two girls were adorable. We talked about everything and nothing. And it was more the kind to be regarded as friend and not as a girlfriend. Very quickly, over the dating as I revealed my little secret to my two new best friends.

I told them that the love of my life was Amira, a straight, pathetic and sadistic. I even dared to show them the finger at a time when she was talking to his best friend Hikmet.


After watching carefully for a long time, Nawras said, under her spell.

- As she is beautiful, very feminine to be a lesbian.
Cyrine, interrupted him, looking sideways.

- I wonder how you do it for 18of average. Did not you hear when she said Yasmine, it's a fucking straight? Without leaving

Amira from her eyes, Nawras continues.

- It takes too fake jewelry, it is possible that or lesbian.

Too many accessories and stuff the arms and neck were representative of a style of dress lesbians. It was like the ring at thumb, a hallmark of babes gay but it was only relative and not absolute truth.

- Well, maybe but this chick is the exception. Cyrine said, looking with some caution. It sounds very pretentious. In
flashing eyes, I whispered.

- Grave.
Cyrine, stroked my hand and said tenderly.

- It's better that you got terminated your relationship with her. You deserve better, I assure you!

Nawras, wanting to tease her, intervened.

- Like you for example?
She tapped gently on his neck and cried.
- Yes, like me, I'm not a slut anyway.
And then we burst out laughing the three, and our laughter attracted attention, Amira, who relavant head and looked at me for a long time.
few minutes later, I excused myself to go to the toilet to pee. Amira as if expecting it, she followed me directly to the locker room.
She took the time to wash, until I leave the bathroom. Once, I stopped near to wash her hands, she lit a cigarette and giving me one.
- Want one?
- No thank you, "I said without looking.
She was silent a moment and replied in a voice disturbed.
- So cava?
Wiping my hands I said, lifting her eyes slightly.
- Yes, thank you cava. As upset
indifferent tone which I spoke, she cried.
- Will you stop to thank me after each sentence or not?
By throwing the piece of towel dipped in a garbage can, I said in the beating.
- I'll leave you, my friends waiting for me.
one quick motion, she grabbed me by hand. When she crossed her fingers with mine, my heart began to beat and my eyes flicker of stress and emotion. She swallowed his saliva, and resumed stroking my face with his other hand.
- Listen I'm sorry for the other day.
- This is nothing! I say, so frustrated.
She smiled, and asked her voice capricious.
- I see you did the new girlfriends.
- Yes, they are very nice.
She ate a light went on and solved.
- They are both your friends?
I followed her gentle approach and I continued, ridding my hand.
- Yes! then, looking down, I'm sorry, I must go.
the evening in my apartment, she bipa for the first time. As I was not answering his beeper, she sent me the following SMS "Good evening, Yasmine, I know I was listening to dog with you, but I want to explain everything. "And
gave me an appointment at the North Star, the next day around 19h. I hesitated a lot but I ended up accepting his invitation. In my heart, I longed for some explanation for his exaggerated hostility towards me. I have taken anyone of my tip-off with her, even not my two new friends, because I knew they were going to grumble and argue that tip-off after everything I told them about Amira.
I even invented a test to which I do not see that day, and I insisted to change the cafeteria to avoid possible conflict with my two friendly guys.
As usual, I first came to the cafeteria Jasmine, who reminded me of my nerdy dating as with Fahmi. It was around 6:44 p.m.. Even a half hour later, Amir was not his appearance. This began to annoy me and especially annoy me, so I put the pager for a quarter of an hour. And to 19:30, I called him on his mobile phone, but she did not answer. When I rose to leave the cafeteria, ashamed of my innocence of having taken the bait again, she sent me an sms to tell me she apologizes and that his father fell ill, and that it could not come see me tonight.
I was very angry, but I could not blame too much since it was a real excuse this time non-negotiable. In fact, it made me think, by asking me a rabbit. It
I discovered the next day by accident while cruising, Ilhem at the entrance of the North Star. After giving me a kiss, she said.
- You missed a fucking last night.
- What a night? I said, frowning.
She smiled, I stuck a sweet kiss on the cheek, then hugging me like it was full length.
- I love your naivety. Then holding my cheeks, in your opinion? which is the number 1 party girl?
- Amira! "I said softly.
- Yep! she said, her arms encircling me, it was a sacred party with lots of beer and martini. And red eyes, we spent the whole afternoon at the hairdresser to 20h, as if preparing for a wedding.
- Who? I said, clenching his fists in anger.
Rubbing his chin, she said.
- Me, Amir and another friend you do not know!

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She closed the door with the tip of his foot, pulled me by the hand to the little room where there was still the mattress on the floor, and pushed me with his two palms on a mattress stuck the feet of the sofa, then crouched over me. My hands stuck through his own, his heart pendant of black, swaying on my neck, she co another delicious kiss, then opened his eyes and said.
- So you still want us to go to hell?
heart pounding, hands nailed by his, I said wanting to get up.
- I must go. She cornered
so my arm under the weight of his legs and tilting his head toward me until her warm breath tickling my lips, just by injecting an eager gaze of desire.
- Where does that go? and leave me without a smile in her eyes, you're scared?
- Stand up please, you're hurting me! "I said I wanted to raise. She smiled
again, I tickle his nose with his voice and said his capricious.
- It's exciting, what you say! then snatching a light kiss, you've been told I'm not masochistic? By successfully
free my left arm, I answered in a voice disturbed.
- I was never told that you were lesbian!
As if she loved the game of domination, she came back to nail my arm under his leg and then placing his hands on my neck as if to strangle me.
- Well, here I want to become now! then plunging a fiery look in his, you have not yet answered ...
- What I said ... trying to avoid her gaze while turning my head.
a nervous gesture, she looked at me head up to his eyes and continued.
- When I'm talking to you, you look at me! then smile, you're scared?
- No, I'm not afraid.
She laughed as if to make me uncomfortable and then kissed my cheek and licked my lips with the tip of his tongue saying.
- You burn with desire, is not it?
- You really are a dumb pretentious. "I said, the terminal of an angry glance.
- Really? she said, raising his eyebrows and added insolent, I bet you wet right now!
She was right. I wet for when she tumbled down his hand on my belt. And I also like fire burning my foot. An uncontrollable urge to get her. But I did not, because I knew what she did to humiliate me and not because she wanted to fuck me.
- You really are a bitch! "I said between his teeth.
She smiled her smile at me and said malignant identifying his charming gaze.
- I'm in bed! then looking for my neck with her voluptuous lips, you want a demonstration?
- Let me please ... she cut me
the floor with a serious this time telling me.
- Not until you make me a demonstration of sex between lesbians.
- A demonstration? "I said surprised.
She smiled, stood up but not away from me.
- I'll be your guinea pig!
- You really are pathetic. In
getting up I tried to leave, but she grabbed me tightly by the arm and pulled me towards her saying.
- Oh? but when you think you are? I have not given permission to leave. Then his fingers brushed
my cheek, my lower lip and down on my chest and stood between my breasts.
- So tell me where to start when you're fucking a chick?
cheeks so red I gasped in frustration.
- I ... I've never done before.
She left a huge laugh grin prevail then exclaimed, mocking me.
- So how can you know you're a lesbian? huh? then I let go of the hand, took a quick movement her jacket and stood in black bra that showed off her beautiful round breasts. It excites you to see girls in support?
An expression of sadness invaded my face and I whispered in holding back my tears.
- Why you do that?
As if she did not hear me, she approached me, grabbed his arm and fixed her with his hand on her right breast, then raising her eyes to my face.
- So that you like me to touch them is not it?
I tried to remove my hand but she settled again on her breast and pulling me towards her other hand.
- What, are you shy? and smiled, adding, or maybe you want to pet them directly! then kiss me a new sticky on the lips, you know, if you want something, say it me?
Then without shame, she took off her bra, and I saw her lovely chestnut studs on top of two beautiful mountains of white flesh. Without embarrassment, she held my hands and stuck them on her breasts. As if I had more control over my organs, I let her lead them where she wanted on her chest. She used them as if they were the hands of his puppet and gently caressed her breasts in a circular motion.
- you like it, huh?
I felt the heat flowing through my whole body heat of desire mixed with the bitterness of psychological torture she inflicted upon me.
- Stop please.
As she had no mercy on me, refusing to release my hands, its Gsm, saved my skin, momentarily. She smiles, and said releasing my left hand, while keeping the other prisoner of his right hand.
- I'm not finished with you.
then seized the cell that was on the small round table show.
- Oh, hello Hikmout! do not miss his look, yes, yes, I'll join you in an hour! and smiling, I have something to do now.
then hung up and told me by his encircling arms.
- You see, you're still an hour before you!
- Why you do that? I said in a voice choked with tears.
She stroked my face and continued by injecting a stern look.
- This is not what you want? fuck me? My eyes flickered
humiliation and sadness and I muttered.
- You always behave well with people who love you?
She put her finger on my lower lip and say.
- Not only with you!
- Why? I said, so moved.
Approaching his head to mine, she whispered in my ear.
- Because I hate you.
A tear found its way on my left cheek. With the back of his hand I wiped so quickly and I answered, stepping back.
- Thanks! at least you're honest with me.
- I'm with everyone! she replied without leaving me from his eyes.
Swallowing my tears, I continued to whisper.
- I did nothing to hate me as much.
She put her soft hands on my shoulders and said, smiling.
- But if you got dared to love me.
- You really are sick! "I said getting rid of his hands and then suddenly I was walking towards the door, you know what? I think you got need a shrink ...
She interrupted me, running me block the door.
- No, I do not need a shrink but if you, and if not laughing, you bear a passion for me will make you crazy!
Lowering my eyes, I whispered.
- Walk away from my path !
She smiled then, folding his arms.
- Why do you look down? you are looking for something down? and laughing insolently, you want to see my pussy right?
No longer able to undergo sexual connotations to his provocations, I uttered nervously putting my hand on the doorknob. But she did not stop there and continued on its cheeky tone.
- You gonna bite your fingers if you miss the touch.
- You really are a bitch! "I opened the door. She laughed and continued
laying his hand on my shoulder.
- I shaved last night! it is very soft, and laughing, you will not even put down my pussy or can be licked me?
I turned my head, throwing him a last look swollen with anger and hate I cried.
- I hate you!
one furious gesture, I got rid of his hand and I ran down the stairs, her eyes swimming in a sea of tears, without bothering to turn his head or hear what she added immediately afterwards.