Maybe tonight you’ll call me, maybe tonight you’ll leave me a message telling me how much you miss me…
but one more day it passes .. the evening .. back comes the night and you do not give any sign ..
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I tell myself that maybe tonight I will hear your voice .. it will stiffen my heart when the phone will ring but my mind wears stories of sleepy children … you will not call for the simple fact that you feel nothing for me. Sadness encompasses me and I try to hide it from daily activities … behind a fake smile .. start by deceiving that everything is like before … but it is not. Thinking about you, I drink my coffee and I do not understand when it happened , when I fell in love with you … a young man devoid of depth … a man who does not understand the soul of a woman .. and especially my soul. Your gaze comes to my mind and then I try to cast it away. I know that I will forget you, but until then I have to struggle a little with the need to look at you. If the woman is the one who chooses in the beginning, it is the man who decides to continue. I have not been your choice for anything, and even if it is upsetting now, I will later understand why you did not. I made another coffee and I watched the rain on the windshield. It’s a thrilling atmosphere as well as in my soul. The day I met you, the sun was outside and I was glad to meet you, I was talking a lot on the phone, I loved your voice of a slightly ironic man .. I wanted to see you as soon as possible .. and you were anxious .. you gave me plenty of compliments and I loved this combination of a baby man … slightly moody and spoiled … The night came and we met, I told you that you were looking younger than you were. Then as the evening flowed we sank on an unknown road in front of a glass or a cup of something .. I do not know what I was drinking .. I just thought we were exploring and you kept looking at me me with your brown eyes and lashes longer than mine. My very opposite, a brunette with full lips and a light olive skin and a beautiful smile. Sure you are proud of your physique. It hurts me a little bit of your infatuation, but your humor and your way of being drove away any trace of discontent. The evening extended in a romantic way .. we walked in the park, hand by hand as two lovers. The butterflies in my stomach began to give life signs .. The time passed and the night came on us like a magical velvet jacket .. we’re still walking with our soft hands touching one another, actually my palms were easily sweaty .. it happens when I’m excited … Then I do not know how to it happened, he hugged me and his lips touched my little mouth at the beginning slowly ..and then more and more deep , then he embraced me again and then he raised me up in his arms laughing … We started to walk again but the attraction was so big that we were kissing and we were hugging at every step just like two teenagers . It was a long time since I felt that kind of thing, a sort of childlike exaltation that filled my soul with joy …
I finished drinking the coffee and the rain stopped, the sun was trying to come out of the clouds but the sky did not clear up just like my soul. When the phone rang I rushed with my heart to answer..I hoped, but it was not him … just a girlfriend who asked me what I was doing. We’ve talked banality subjects for a while, then I decided to go out in the city if the rain stood. Too many thoughts did not do well. The night in bed I could not fall asleep. I moaned for a while with my eyes closed, then my mind stuck at the memory of his skin … our bare bodies glued to one another .. our hot, crazy talks .. his lips and my hair falling in waves on his chest … There are images I want to delete from my memory but I can not do it for the moment … Next meeting I gave me up to him, I wanted to sleep with him like a desperate woman, though I managed to behave normally, with my attitude of feline vigilance. Inside me, I was not vigilance … I wanted him a lot. I knew that he also wanted that. I thought that he might be that kind of a guy that wanted just sex, but I didn’t care if he only saw that in me, or if I was going to suffer… and so I was his.
Ever since he met me he told me I was a prey too tempting to get away .. That was what I was for him .. A prey that after he devoured it, he got bored and went to another chase … My mistake was that I fell in love with the predator … But in bed, I was the predator in the beginning … then he , then again me .. none of us would not give up … We loved each other wonderful .. but the most we loved in a crazy, hot, wild way .. two wild animals that tear each other .. then they offer tenderness. Slowly, you retired, the meetings went away, the phones ceased, the messages ceased, and my heart began to be restless. I did not have the courage to ask you what happened, I could not even write a word, though my soul was kneeling every night and I was waking up missing you, your voice and your kiss .. I miss and despite the fact that I miss you … you do not deserve to be missed.
I do not know what’s in your mind, but I think I was just an adventure for you … but the words and promises you made to me were part of the arsenal of conquest … Actually you did not realize that I wanted you and without your arsenal of promises of love … You thought you were impressing me with them but I was impressed by you as you were. Maybe tonight you’ll call me, maybe tonight you’ll leave me a message tell me how bad you miss me that you want me in your bed, you want to make love again as crazy as we did before, as you like it, to tear you like a hot dog, suck your erected penis, let go inside of my mouth, then break your penis deep into your vagina, which is so wet. I liked when you were licking my freshly washed body that smelled of shower gel and creams that made my skin so smooth. And now I feel the Flemish tongue that tastes, the nose that touched me and smelled me. Every time you made me tremble at your touches, you made me explode orgasm when you touched my clit with your fingers and the penis was deep in my vagina. You always felt good as well, you were trying not to ejaculate too soon because you were excited very much. Everything was perfect, and I would also like to turn back time and have wonderful things happening right now.
And the phone rings and there you are, telling me that you want me so much, as you never wanted me until now …
