Talking Love ... no boredom 
I'm back, gloomy day today, but at least it's not cold, but now I devote myself to cleaning, to make a change of life in this room, as usual I can not find the bed at night! Do not tell me it's my fault, it's my room which is not to be ordered! Too much stress on the order perhaps, and I do not want to stress it that much. I smile as I write, I have a free role on at least for this mess! Ok, now I will be a full-time maid, wearing comfortable clothing, tracksuit pants, a soft white shirt that adheres well on my breasts, now without a bra, they reveal her nipples under the shirt end maliciously. Hair in a bandana and braided forelock that touches my cheek, like a nun of Monza, which was wont to do it for habit and not to forget that the cassock was tight, as I do not wear suits this "forced labor "... patience, now I will be the maid of Sicily, but it's still sexy! I turn on the TV to make me a bit of company, listening absently to the news of the day and reset my room. At one point I pause to listen to a story about yet another rape of a woman, once a mess by not really know how to define, since it calls men is an insult to them. This gesture, sparked off by the brutality of unclean beings, who, with their violence sesssuale not be compared even to the beasts (at least they do it by instinct of reproduction), these beings of a human subspecies do not classifiable only to violence and mental cruelty! I then think to a comment lasciatomi, where he criticized the way I love, and then I turn to you, dear friend, to judge the way I love to have sex with boring, have you ever felt a gentle caress you gently touched her face the breast, which causes you feel beautiful, feel about yourself warm and moist lips that slip on the skin like being caressed by rose petals, to hear you whisper "I I love "and sealed with a kiss, how to sign a declaration of 'love, or hands that slip on your body as if to enjoy the warmth of your skin under your fingers, a warmth that only knows how to give a gentle embrace and is the foundation two c
orpi in the completion of all that is called sex, but that is my love. A caress can not be replaced by violent acts on your body, a kiss must touch your lips, do not tear animal with rabies your hands be gentle like being touched by a veil over your breast and non-violent and insane such as research animal of your body, which deforms only what I and many like me just see sex in an act of love and not bored, but reach ecstasy gently. How many times have forced many women to suffer sexual violence and their certainly was not an erotic game, indeed it was not at all a pleasure, but only one episode that will remain engraved in their minds forever. Love ... no boredom!
I'm back, gloomy day today, but at least it's not cold, but now I devote myself to cleaning, to make a change of life in this room, as usual I can not find the bed at night! Do not tell me it's my fault, it's my room which is not to be ordered! Too much stress on the order perhaps, and I do not want to stress it that much. I smile as I write, I have a free role on at least for this mess! Ok, now I will be a full-time maid, wearing comfortable clothing, tracksuit pants, a soft white shirt that adheres well on my breasts, now without a bra, they reveal her nipples under the shirt end maliciously. Hair in a bandana and braided forelock that touches my cheek, like a nun of Monza, which was wont to do it for habit and not to forget that the cassock was tight, as I do not wear suits this "forced labor "... patience, now I will be the maid of Sicily, but it's still sexy! I turn on the TV to make me a bit of company, listening absently to the news of the day and reset my room. At one point I pause to listen to a story about yet another rape of a woman, once a mess by not really know how to define, since it calls men is an insult to them. This gesture, sparked off by the brutality of unclean beings, who, with their violence sesssuale not be compared even to the beasts (at least they do it by instinct of reproduction), these beings of a human subspecies do not classifiable only to violence and mental cruelty! I then think to a comment lasciatomi, where he criticized the way I love, and then I turn to you, dear friend, to judge the way I love to have sex with boring, have you ever felt a gentle caress you gently touched her face the breast, which causes you feel beautiful, feel about yourself warm and moist lips that slip on the skin like being caressed by rose petals, to hear you whisper "I I love "and sealed with a kiss, how to sign a declaration of 'love, or hands that slip on your body as if to enjoy the warmth of your skin under your fingers, a warmth that only knows how to give a gentle embrace and is the foundation two c 
orpi in the completion of all that is called sex, but that is my love. A caress can not be replaced by violent acts on your body, a kiss must touch your lips, do not tear animal with rabies your hands be gentle like being touched by a veil over your breast and non-violent and insane such as research animal of your body, which deforms only what I and many like me just see sex in an act of love and not bored, but reach ecstasy gently. How many times have forced many women to suffer sexual violence and their certainly was not an erotic game, indeed it was not at all a pleasure, but only one episode that will remain engraved in their minds forever. Love ... no boredom! 
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