"You could say that about anything." Secrets, flattery, kisses... «I see where you want to go, Yuri Sandoval...» Marc was subtle when he smiled. He left the tie on the stretcher. Blue satin, without pattern. Almost always blue. It was his color. “I agree with flattery, but sometimes you have to ask for kisses, because there are those who are too shy to give them. He tugged at the collar of his shirt just enough to let in some air. He undid two buttons and nothing else. Without a jacket and tie, he was the spitting image of the Latino lover dancing salsa with a skintight brunette at the side. Or would have been if his countenance was charming in the mischievous sense. Marc meant no mischief. It was palpable in the way he looked, in the energy of his posture, that he had come to do evil. And he couldn't block his way for long. Everyone knew that as much as the movies sold goodness as a superior force, it always ended up corrupted in real life. And in most cases, very happy to have f
“It is a way of conditioning your life to what has happened with someone outside. It's not someone outside. It's my wife. Marc held up the divorce papers, still warm from the recent shock. "No, Jesse. It is not anymore. I haven't signed yet. "But you're going to do it." "Listen," he interrupted, holding up a hand. I'm not running away from here, nor do I do it to make anyone happy, it's just a way to make things easier. I'm not dying for this place, my job doesn't even kill me: I don't care where to go. But she loves her office, her people, and she was first in her promotion. The fair thing is that, in order not to affect our career, and avoid suffering each time we cross paths... I transferred my employment file to another firm. Marc planted the pages on the table with a thud and faced him irritably. "Now you're going to tell me you're going to Lawyer’s firm." “Yes. He bit back a bitter laugh. Cool. That was one of the bad parts of having friends”because with a brother, in
Bah, it might not have been special. Maybe he hugged everyone, but he couldn't remember the last time someone had broken his basic rule of living space to comfort him. Jesse was the only one he hugged, and why did he get so annoying with his repetitive “hugs? Yes? A little hug? Comooo on »that he had no other choice if he did not want to end up with headaches.Damn it, that gesture had taken him out of his boxes at the time, and even a week later he had him thinking. Those things were warned, damn. I needed physical and psychological preparation to hug someone back and not look like Robocop.He took the cell phone out of his pants. It was time to continue befriending her, since he had a spare moment and she was adorable in a short white dress. He wanted to see it up close, and if possible, touch it too. But as a friend, huh?He took advantage of having his email to type something in a new email . I expected it to follow the latest trends and have the app downloaded.From: Marc Ambani
"I suppose you've read all sorts of romance books by now... at least the famous ones." I would have to think of less typical female writers in this corner of the world. Do you know how to speak Spanish at a native level? Mark nodded. Then I could try the last one I'm reading... She reached into her magical bag and pulled out a rather thick tome. “He doesn't just write romance, he also has fantasy, detective stories... I liked this saga a lot years ago. It's lost a bit now, perhaps, but…” She grimaced at the title. Jolin, not this one. It's very disgusting. “Why not? he asked curiously. It looks interesting. If I had time I would read it before giving it to him. In fact, I intend to. “I eat? Are you going to read a romance book? “Why not? I like to know what I'm giving away. If it's a book, what a minimum to find out if it's good and worth it. “And if you do not like it? “There is a difference between personal opinion and quality. If it's good, it's good. It doesn't matter if I
“Call Otto on Skype. He told me yesterday that he was going to tell me what he's going to get Caleb for his birthday, and now he says he better show me live. It's just that I'm nervous about that,” she confessed, pouting. I need to know what the others are going to give him to know if my gift is painful, or... if he's going to like it.Yuri shook his hand."Of course you're going to like it, silly." He'll play hard to get, because you already know how he is, but in the end he'll surely love it. What have you bought him?Natsumi bit her lip nervously."Tell me first."“Estopa's hits, a Mexican cookbook and a photo album. Full, sure. I thought about adopting a puppy so he wouldn't feel so lonely, but in the end the one who would feel lonely is the dog. He spends the day working..."How is he going to feel lonely if he has you?""Well, yeah, yeah. It's not like I spend the day in his office either, we both have things to do. And you? What have you given him?“You will see. In the end we
" It makes me so sad to think of the number of women who haven't had an orgasm ," she confessed. And it saddens me twice as much that you are one of them. "Yeah, well, what do I do to him?" " Well, an idea occurs to me. Would you do something for me? “Depends on what. “ I just want you to go to your great library of written porn... “Erotic literature. “... take out an explicit book, and read me how orgasm is described. Yuri went to ask why, but something told her that she would regret it if she did. Instead, he looked around. In his old room he didn't have his books, just a few that Natsumi asked him to read and always ended up leaving halfway. One of those might do. He walked over to the desk and picked up the first one he saw from a stack of three. "It'll take me a while to find the chapter." “ There is no rush. I'm never sleepy.
Although they said that he kissed well. I had one of four.«Yuri, this is not an exam».“Very explicit. What happens when they do not meet any of those requirements?“ They are not requirements, but preferences. I like women with initiative and the desire to get wet all over, but I won't break if I have to be the one to do it either. Sometimes I prefer to take my time." I remind you that we were not talking about me, " he continued. Getting back to your orgasm... I want you to do what I tell you, okay?"What do you tell me?"“ Yes.“Voucher.“ I want you to put the mobile in hands”free . “ A pause of several seconds. You've done it?“Yes.to use your hands. First only one.“I got it.Mark burst out laughing.“Use it to stroke you from behind your earlobe to th
“To. P”Stop, please, I'm begging you... “Hugo gasped, trying to catch up with Marc on the promenade. Son of a bitch, if I have a heart attack, you're going to pay for the damage.Marc stopped jogging and turned to face the deputy. She was wearing the same style of clothing as him; Adidas shorts and a lycra shirt . Marc dressed them regularly, and on Hugo they looked like the trousseau of a dying man. He seemed on the verge of fainting, so red in some places and pale in others, hyperventilating like a buffalo.“If you have a heart attack, the problem is yours and your passion for the Big Mac. You can stuff yourself with hydrates if you want, but the crap from McDonald's is not good for your cholesterol or your health.Hugo glared at him. It didn't have much of an effect when he looked like he was about to drop. He put his hands on his knees and stayed there for a long time.“You said... that we would go for a