" 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
Marc was the last person interested in Went taking advantage of the woman's bachelorhood to remind her that he had continued to love her since their unfortunate attempts at dating years ago. That could kill Jesse. But if he thought of all Wentworth's suffering during their six years of their relationship, even when he was her best man at their wedding... All she wanted was to push him towards her.Fortunately, Wentworth agreed with the first reasoning."Don't even hint at it." You know if I go see her I can still have the balls to…” She sighed. I could take out the baton, and not the one that goes with the uniform.“You would not do that. You are the only man capable of overcoming instinct.“And a horn. “He chuckled”. He would go after her even now. I forget the codes when it comes to... It doesn't matter, it's better not to think about it. This is all bullshit. They should have stayed together forever, Marc."T
“Why? he insisted, without moving away. He brought his face close to hers, though without touching her. I'm not doing anything. I just want to know why you are like this. Hearing a sigh from her lips made his hair stand on end. She wanted to swallow that sigh, wanted it glued to her cheek. Damn, tell me what's up."It just so happens that you told me you weren't going to harass me again." Can't I trust your promises?"No, you can't," he roared, eager to bite her neck. She looked at him angrily, as if she were to blame for not being able to touch him. Next question.Yuri turned to him with a frown. That frown didn't last long over her pretty eyes. Sweet, betrayed eyes that, against themselves, longed for that betrayal."What about our friendship?"Marc gave a single hollow laugh."Did you really believe that at some point?" I can be friends with twenty”year”old Cindy Crawford, but I can't and won't be yours. Ca
Thank heavens it wasn't necessary. Yuri's father snapped out of the lapse in a rage in a second. The next he was looking at Marc ruefully. He didn't even wonder who the hell he was or what he was doing there. He only apologized to her and softened very slowly, surprised by his own outburst.Marc didn't want to pay attention to those guilty eyes, and not because it was another one of his flashbacks . His mother's attacker never regretted it, nor did he try to fake it. I was proud. In that they were different. But the disgust had permeated so deeply in his body and in his blood that he could not be separated immediately."Oh, God," the mother murmured. I didn't know you were accompanied."You knew it was me." But it seems that this is not enough for you to behave “Yuri reproached him harshly. Marc knew that it was she who was touching his shoulder. Leave it alone. They were already leaving, right? I don't think they want to give Caleb a violent show
She, who had already taken her place behind the bar, rested a hand there and met his gaze."Should I believe there is something beyond?" Because I understand that he despises his ex's lawyer, a woman who has given him a lot of trouble... but it's always strange that they tell you to talk as little as possible, not with the other party, but with his defender.I have a reputation. Just like you and everyone else... only mine is tailor”made for guys like Campbell to fear me. He hadn't lied at all; in fact, he was being honest... He just left out some parts. Thank heavens there are individual opinions. You have one on me, just like you have one on Campbell.“Clear. I don't think either of you are bad.Marc's eyes narrowed, but otherwise it wasn't apparent that the response had been insulting."Do you think it's good?" Is that your opinion about him?"I can't talk about my client with you," she said as she poured the flour into a circ
"After before"? Did this woman really think she was satisfied with a few kisses? He must have seen very little of the world. Yuri left the room and he did so a few seconds later, when he had already entered the title of the novel and the name of the writer. Kathleen Priest. It sounded good. The front and back covers were black, with a very elegant drawing of a cross”legged blonde woman. The yoke of pleasure . It sounded erotic. He followed Yuri, who was waiting for him leaning against the wall “as if she was going to get lost. They crossed the corridor in silence. Marc meditated on what he had said. Perhaps she suspected something, or perhaps it was her way of moving him, admitting to being weak in the face of her feelings for him... It still shocked him that a woman like her would confess her flaws without her voice shaking. That is to say... Yes, he trembled. But he did not seem to hesitate between saying it or not saying it. And on the other hand,
Yuri hit the play button for the fifth time in a row. Six times Pablo Alborán had already been singing the same song, and she had been pining for almost twenty minutes for the ex”boyfriend she didn't have. Listening to the singer made her want to have had a failed relationship, to fall in love again, to never fall into the clutches of love, to dedicate it to someone and never to admit that she cried like a child when she heard him sing. A little late for that last one; On the tour she did in Spain, she saw him live with Otto and Mio, and it was no longer a secret that the man made her sensitive.She pushed the iron to one side and stared at the remains of the pie. Then he looked at the clock. Four hours had passed since Marc had left. In that time, Yuri had hosted Caleb's friends' gathering, laughed at his jokes, gracefully accepted his flirtations, called her mother on the phone”no answer”and comforted Mio.It had taken her sister fifteen minu