Sex is a massive plague, which is positioned between the legs. To turn it on, it differs from one person to another, from one gender to another. Guys are more easily ignited, anyway, a man always ends excited by having an erection, and it is observable. A girl by cons, requires many more factors to let go.
For girls, it's a bit complicated. Love and sex are highly correlated. So no feelings, no kisses. Finally, it reflects the romantic nature of the fair sex is always trying to improve sex as physical activity, the carving of his condition until the animal affection and garnish with a human touch.
But when you're under the influence of a narcotic such as sex, it is no longer the same until you reach orgasm. We do not know how to say, as guided by the little creature stuck between her legs. Once it reaches its goal, our brain resumes its normal operation.
Finally, sex is not as bad it is an obsession for some, an obligation to have children, and a fundamental ingredient to spice up the love.
In my personal life, I knew that the first and last category of sex. Finally, sex as a hobby, it's a little specialty of boys, for them there is a relation of independence between love and sex. However, exceptions in the world of Eve exist.
And yes, some girls too, love and sex do not rhyme together. This was the case Nesrine. A girl as beautiful as a goddess, but with a devilish soul.
I was lucky with her. Let's say I was the girl with whom she slept more than once. Actually, every time we sleep together, it disappears a good time then resurfaced as if nothing had happened, and a simple smile followed by one of his caresses, I fell instantly under its spell and I was finishing his bed.
As for my first time with her, it was not really the top. Finally, it was not a true first time, say a taste of it, since it was in a small closet fitting and I do not feel comfortable, it's as if I was the love in a public place, and everyone looked at me, but what I feared most that one of my colleagues to come and pull the curtain suddenly surprise us in flagrante delicto. You can imagine the anxiety and fear with which I was.
With my hand stuck in her bosom, I was burning with desire. I saw very well that she took pleasure in making small circular motions with my hand as if it was his. Then put his head on mine, I felt her warm breath. And she rubbed her nose for a few seconds against mine and then with her left hand stroked my cheek and stared at me a long head and married my lips, a long while. It was
quite a show between the lips hungry, greedy envy and desire. For a brief moment, so I was in another world, I forgot my presence in the workplace, and without opening his eyes, following my instinct, I let my other hand free, sliding on his belly. But the instant she touched her panties, she grabbed my hand and snatched a last loving kiss, and walked a little bit about me.
- Oh, you're hot, you, eh?
- I ... I ...
With your right hand, she pulled me back towards her and then laughed.
- You do not have my permission to descend bottom.
- I'm sorry, I do not know what came over me. I said, troubled.
She stroked my hair and then kindly left his hand, get between my legs so fun.
- Emm, I felt warm. Then snatching a kiss, you let me caress you?
As I said nothing, but I closed my eyes with excitement, she took his hand and smiled continuing.
you see me, I ask politely.
What she was sadistic! She knew that I was burning with desire, and she felt joy, to make me suffer, making little breaks in action. I thought that was his way to give pleasure to his partner. It was new for me, finally, everything was new since I've had one sexual experience so far.
But this kind of procedure only works in head to head. And as a first impression, it was a girl who loved to take his time making love, not a good sign?
- Yes, if you like! I said, the tips of the lips in a timid voice.
It leaves a small laugh escape him and whispered, putting his hands on my hips.
- No, I will not! then as she saw the expression of amazement on my little face she kissed me on the lips again and continued, I'm kidding, of course I will. His hand landed
inside my pants, and a shiver of pleasure through my instant whole body, but when his fingers sank further into it, I heard the cries of Amal, which widened further in coming to us.
- Yasmine! Yasmine! where are you? Then speaking to
Mouna.
- You did not see?
- I think I have seen with Nesrine!
Frustrated, I removed the hand Nesrine of my pants. She gave a little smile and then said after handing in her bra.
- Well, I think you should go away.
- Yes ! "I said with a look seductive. Then, kissing his cheek shyly. So we may be, have a coffee later?
She bowed her face as she did 1m75 and looked at me from below.
- Want a coffee with me?
- Yes, if you want of course. With a small smile
morning she put her hands on my shoulders and whispered.
- I have no time ... and letting the breath escape him. And I do not really want to drink coffee with you.
then handed his sweater, pulled on his jeans super tight and said, pinching my cheek.
- I have to go now.
Then in snatching a kiss.
- Good day!
then seized her purse and without looking at me, she pulled the curtain and left the firm. A few seconds later, I went out and when I put my foot out of the room, my eyes met those of Mouna which confined me to one of his nasty looks and says to me very upset.
- I can see what you did with Nesrine within the firm?
- I helped! "I said, avoiding looking at her.
She approached me, and continued in a low voice, as there were two or three clients nearby.
- You try to aid the bras? as if she did not do any alone? she says with an air of ridiculing. Then with a look so furious. If the boss knows that you take your foot with it, you'll trip!
- We did nothing. Mouna
giggled nervously adding.
- No one girl who stays with Nesrine face to face without doing anything. Also
a pale quince, and getting away from it.
- Do what you want Mouna!
She did nothing thereafter. I do not actually know why she spoke in a tone as defiant, as if she tried the little beast. The same evening at the North Star, I kept Nesrine mater, sitting with the same group girls. Then she stood up and went to the girls' bathroom. A few minutes later, one of the girls joined there. I was a little disgusted
, I confess. I'd rather not believe what Cyrine told me about it. But she was right. Nesrine, not seeking to build relationships but just kiss.
But disgust was not comparable to the disgust and bitterness I felt at my place of work, three months later.
I was very happy with my job. I loved the atmosphere, the contact with customers, but one client was shocked my fate and put end to all this.
That day, I made an inventory of the stock with Majdi, as Karim was absent. And after a quarter of an hour, Amal, entered the small depot, smiling at me saying.
- There is a small group of old bourgeois women wandering around the store, you had better come and see. Shortly
interested, I replied without looking.
- And then?
- Ben, come on! they behave like aristocrats, their speech, their manners!
The casual tone, I muttered.
- Can not you see I'm concerned about that?
Majdi, drew a nice smile and said.
- Go! goes with it!
Leaving the depot, I saw four old women in almost 80 years each. Dress chewed, smoked glasses to face, beautiful dresses. There was a gentleman with them. He was young, dressed, and wore bags, the driver of one of the ladies of high society probably. Mouna
Then ran towards me, grabbing a white nightgown very broad and kindly asked me to go and give the old woman in the third cabinet fitting since she had another client support.
As she asked me nicely, I grabbed the nightgown and I went to the office fitting.
Approaching my head curtain I cried.
- Madam, I have the shirt.
The woman inside opened the curtain so suddenly. And the stern look with which it injects froze me on the floor. At the sight of this old woman, I lost my tongue and control my actions. She went out of the cabinet and pulled the shirt of my hands, crying violently.
- Yasmine! I do not believe my eyes. What are you doing here?
Amal, who feel that a disaster would happen to us and questioned advanced worried.
- It is there a problem? Any
pale and seeing my hands trembling.
- Nothing, Amal, so good, it's my grandmother!
There Amal spontaneously tried to kiss my grandmother, but she pushed her out of her, in a gesture crazy and screamed.
- Do not touch me brat! then his eyes darkened and her voice became more and more accentuated, Yasmine're selling?
Without being able to compose a simple sentence, I was so scared.
- I ... no ... it's just a slap ... And
deafening landed hard on my right cheek.
- You make me ashamed! shame on you doing your whole family! you forgot who you are? eh! and grabbing me by the hair like a crazy, you're like your father! you do not have the genes of the citizens but the people!
- Let me go, Granny, you're hurting me! I say eyes swollen with tears.
As all eyes stared us, Majdi ran to us to put an end to this scandal, but he had his share of cake too.
- Madam, please ...
But as she was furious, she looked with contempt and malice and cried.
- Stay away from me, you dirty vermin! 're not even a man, dirty pedal! and turning his eyes towards me, sales are even worse, with people like this?
And grabbing me by the arm to break me. 82ans she may be but it was quite stocky and very strong.
- If your parents have failed to raise you properly, it's my turn now to remedy that!
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