A heavy love story silent lips that know 
Barzotto all began with an erection. The moon was screaming rage choked by clouds to the stars that night. They entered the bar, two guys dressed in black with ridges, his face gaunt and his eyes rimmed. I gave them a large beer and drank, then another.
"Thank you so much.." He told me the most expansive.
"You're welcome." I said.
merely exchanging nods in agreement with the eyes absent. And they did not speak. I liked them. They knew a slow death and peaceful. Devoid of acrimony. Disinterest in human affairs than to the vulgar. Long sweaters in the middle of July, did not feel anything. They did not know how to thank me. They left me two tickets to an evening in a room nearby. Live music and drink free. A good deal. One free bell there like me with similar jobs. They went with a slow and mournful, ambulatory corpses. Posthumous appearances of people alive.
Then he entered her. A kind of scented tornado, noisy heels and stride on a dirty floor. He had a cascade of brown hair that fell over her shoulders. The charming fringe just above large, dark eyes, which flowed from a subtle spark of madness. He came to visit me every night. It lies at the counter. Then he sat down crossing her legs to the stool. He wore a short skirt and high boots. Firm thighs and ankles elegant, show no restraint. A pair of very large breasts and squeeze in a low-cut black shirt. Essence of the female. A fucking slap. I was not with a woman for three months. Masturbation was enough for me, at that period of meditation. What could she know? He drank his beer green and was watching me. He wanted to know. Investigated. I was studying. He tried to discover the great mystery that was hidden behind my eyes drunk and lonely. I had no mystery to unravel. I was sitting at the bar and shredded my beer. Life is simple. She is too complicated and with a pair of tapered legs that I lost. A winding road to heaven or hell of the damned. Exciting, smooth. Lust sfiammeggiante. I clouded your senses. I thought for a moment to rape her there on the counter. Then I ordered another beer.
And she kept asking. Questions, penetrating glances, words. If Christ spoke. I looked at the lips. Dimple, and then relax into a smile vaguely covered with sadism indifferent.
"You want to know too. Treasury, who is too curious not make a good end. ".
"E 'curiosity to keep us afloat. Move around, otherwise we would already be dead.. "
"Uh! and then I'm already dead.. "
"It 's your conscious suicide.".
"Jesus! But what are you, a shrink or a beat poet? ". Then a sudden and uncontrollable momentum.
"Look, if you like a drink and go up to my house? I live near here.. "
"I know where you live, but it does not seem appropriate.."
knew where I lived. What was a Russian spy with the most beautiful legs I've ever seen? He refused the invitation, looking down, in a fit of virginal shyness. "I'm not that kind of girl," seemed to add blink doe helpless. Another request and gave way. The insistence authorizes calm their spirits. But I gave one chance. Then another little flame of initiative.
"I have two tickets to a club nearby, you follow me?".
"Oh yes."
not take much to understand women. We set off on foot. I told the mechanic that the car was from. I was ashamed to show them my jalopy from miserable. I should be ashamed of the rest. Maybe. But there was no time. Then the outdoor venue, packed. Already struggling on stage. Shrill voices, guitars, and soft melodies of restless death. That was the dark played by dogs. It continued to shake bodies ethereal with no expression. Other guys without longing life began to push. Then I went to the counter. There was free drinks. I threw down a pair of transparent drink, then another, like still water. They came back on at once. I went back to the center of the room. She was taken. Almost excited by this horrible noise, which does not leave out the words. I thought it was the right time. I had a smile straight.
"Listen, I want to fuck you. Would you like to follow me? The bathroom is over there. ".
not understand a single word, but gladly accepted. I took her hand. He did not seem surprised. Just a little 'fun. The beer was his duty. I swallowed drink in the room, kept her afloat. Not think that was enough for the rest. We went into the thick blanket of smoke from the small bathroom. On the one hand beardless boys rolled something. Just behind the door, others were smoking cocaine. The smell was acrid. And 'straight from smoking cocaine. Once I tried. I did not sleep for two days, I read Kerouac, I burned the book in the throes of a nervous breakdown before I could meet a point, I tried to throw me shouting from the balcony and discovered that I lived on the ground floor. Then I put a vinyl Stravinsky, I fell asleep and decided that the drugs I did not like that much.
one of the doors closed behind us. I kissed her lips. They knew they were good, wild species and salt. Pressed her against the wall. The lifted her skirt, lowered the panties, and I kept to kiss her lips lasciviously. Languages \u200b\u200bvoracious. And the hand explored my pussy wet, sweaty thighs, buttocks, tough and eager. I was excited as was not the case for centuries. I lowered my pants along with the boxer.
"Oh, but it's huge ...". He said holding it strong. Then he began to lavorarselo.
Why are there stupid words? Because the most amazing creatures on earth should spoil it by saying in the wrong time? I imagined a world of mute and beautiful women.
"You plan, you will make me ...". Before he could finish another chilling sentence, the language and sucked him in for schiaffai half. I took a lead firmly, squeezing against the wall. He fucks her standing up lifting with each hit. And she clung, squirming and screaming as un'invasata. Covered with coarse screaming delirium music. Then I scocciai. I studied the situation rapidly. She did not understand a shit.
"Oh please continue, make me crazy if you go ...".
I chose the corner, lifted his leg on the sink, carefully.
"Oh but you want to do? You're such a pervert. I knew I had ...". Now he had the look of mad greedy, his hair disheveled and sweaty face. In that position, showing her pussy pink, helpless and unfolded coarsely. Smooth and neat, with a discrete tuft just above his lip. I pushed him back inside and shot at me to do.
"Oh baby arrival, arrival ...".
Jesus! I was a stationmaster. And he continued to rave. Bite my tongue in vain to silence her.
"Find me, Then I beg you in, please ... ooooooohhhh.
Pompano, sweating, lagging in that sea of \u200b\u200bhot excitement. I heard her moan and twitch strong, its nail driven into my flesh, and then I gave up. Sitting on the toilet I looked. His face was transfigured quickly. From dreamy contours became doubtful. Disappointed.
"What do not you like me enough?".
"Oh shit ...".
"You can tell me if you do not get excited! Hey ugly bastard, you're hearing? Do you think the way to act? ".
did not answer. The cacciai still hard in pants. Then I rinsed my face. What the hell did that crazy-eyed? He had enjoyed. I was not able to come. Too much alcohol, damn it. It happens. Affairs of men. Humiliating. A little 'less of other things. The difference between idea and action. Will and power. To be and not be, The Beatles and The Rolling Stones, Adam and Eve. And hovering in the mirror mocking Freud, surrounded by maidens in a skirt, dancing and toothless. I left the bathroom. The two cocaine addicts were gone. Too bad, I would have a shot.
I left the room. Completely overwhelmed, I struggled to remain standing. I followed a route imaginary. She ticked behind me, then at my side.
"Look, it can happen, I would not do a drama ...".
"Ok. We'll talk about tomorrow, I'm too drunk now. ".
I entered the front door, her heels following me again. A sort of pounding condemnation, with the sexiest legs I knew. Held up a flight of stairs to the railing, then finally inside. And she behind me, not that I had requested. It did not seem surprised by the sloppy squalor of the rooms. I arrived in the bathroom, threw up the soul and something more. I went back to bed. She had already found. He undressed slowly, becoming watching, and slipped under the sheets. What the hell did more? She was in love? Crazy with a stranger? Tremendously stupid and curious? He wanted to rob me? He would found nothing. I turned on the air conditioner. Unique luxury frills that shabby house, set in a dilapidated building. A bizarre contradiction. The Rome of the pariahs. The air cooled quickly. Seemed to crystallize the sweat on his body lean and naked. Just as attractive. In the drawer I still had half a bottle of bourbon. The svitai, I gave a full sip. Then I lit a cigarette. We passed the bottle and lit cigarette lulled by the sound of the air conditioner. And I was talking about French cinema and Stendhal.
"Listen darling, I'm too drunk to fuck you again ...". Drunk smiled, then pointed out a sob and fell asleep. With her breasts warm and soft, crushed against my back.
I was awakened by a warm, wet heat that enveloped the chapel, and down down, deeper and deeper. Then rose again by entangling. Completely immersed in the sheets she gave me the best months to wake up from that side. I mounted on the face, fucking her mouth gently. Then went down and filled my cunt. One of the most beautiful goal of my life. I managed to cum inside while enjoying the moment. What else was simply the completion of a pure love? I am beset by doubt. "Are you sure that you take the pill, right?". I answered yes, with the troubled expression. Women
ruin during the men destroy later. It is well known.
stayed at my house for two weeks. I obviously did not work, she cooked. The wine and the money ran out. Any day he decided to leave England. To refine the language, he said.
"Why do not you come too?".
"They're fucking on the British. You tell me how to do it to obey a queen ninety cap with mentally ill? ".
"A fuck you are on the Italians and democracy.."
"Will you stop with these fallacies? I am not convinced ...".
I gave her a sweet and passionate kiss, then took her to the airport, with my red jalopy. Every time I send the mail, and asks me how I am.
