tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23124844157163139812024-02-19T05:12:16.452+03:00sonhos SUaves...a preto e brancoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger64125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-13819100924631278122011-06-21T11:55:00.003+03:002011-06-21T12:04:26.219+03:00sunset resort...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRATC5pr4Al8ysgIdz7zGCwoSS-sP9nu4Xsru001e5w2tg2Kc1WFLQrCryrDAktINp4DT3jiPMZiJK2fdFsD5k8Q0vQ39LzHmPOPt2FeNlejSvHdvC_BUWRcBQCadmh3IMJNxWWakSTk/s1600/DSCF5906pb.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhRATC5pr4Al8ysgIdz7zGCwoSS-sP9nu4Xsru001e5w2tg2Kc1WFLQrCryrDAktINp4DT3jiPMZiJK2fdFsD5k8Q0vQ39LzHmPOPt2FeNlejSvHdvC_BUWRcBQCadmh3IMJNxWWakSTk/s320/DSCF5906pb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620596040938761330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pi3FYpRQ4TJeVsrP7PJg59w6cg-0lkwCWH9F6qlPrc7uw3Alr3YDmZpg7UorkqKrHbUZ05_txICGUQ0mTF3o0_XiRQaZ1hmirja0vVRm9yLs2tandUwxWvcVuZQcfT6nla5nT2M6tTk/s1600/DSCF5905pb.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1pi3FYpRQ4TJeVsrP7PJg59w6cg-0lkwCWH9F6qlPrc7uw3Alr3YDmZpg7UorkqKrHbUZ05_txICGUQ0mTF3o0_XiRQaZ1hmirja0vVRm9yLs2tandUwxWvcVuZQcfT6nla5nT2M6tTk/s320/DSCF5905pb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620596025745339506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXMn6Vqg9BAT6H-TFILQHl5dajQmodd2Ap9kxdIdDRKMgMmOu1AMHVC9Q6MLWnlDrUseKdvNxbeQFUsr3Thj4uhkj8SinbzV7FuIiqmjT0Tz3GVcmRAFudo-IKEtNrdpBt1i-Y_GNgKk/s1600/DSCF5902pb.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXMn6Vqg9BAT6H-TFILQHl5dajQmodd2Ap9kxdIdDRKMgMmOu1AMHVC9Q6MLWnlDrUseKdvNxbeQFUsr3Thj4uhkj8SinbzV7FuIiqmjT0Tz3GVcmRAFudo-IKEtNrdpBt1i-Y_GNgKk/s320/DSCF5902pb.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620596019337203842" /></a>um tardio ''sunset''...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-23963438833352560842010-09-05T00:39:00.003+03:002010-09-05T00:54:40.131+03:00leque<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNDAg_wX1bVgkRfUPqnQmZqG827F70vA_gEfKX_UTTa1FuDHkY3X_rKbdvqUu2IQvTLNVF96aqhyRkyQOvl7eJ475LZkaLKt_skleiJ3VwKf52gTA0TaTWRQsMf5Iuj-SeTrFSXQvJNc/s1600/DSCF3405(pb).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNDAg_wX1bVgkRfUPqnQmZqG827F70vA_gEfKX_UTTa1FuDHkY3X_rKbdvqUu2IQvTLNVF96aqhyRkyQOvl7eJ475LZkaLKt_skleiJ3VwKf52gTA0TaTWRQsMf5Iuj-SeTrFSXQvJNc/s320/DSCF3405(pb).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513177239504027490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYc3aSFPddal8VA8PqjEJKMolP72gQSjrJxdqxVV8UiAUKW1hWXUf3FIh3BX5hZJknIPqCfeYJWtBzHaciZOpHOg3qPbdiILkr6M6p7BwXfhkUlZNALglbY6ds82HDwOIql2MFN1oGm4/s1600/DSCF3406(pb).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYc3aSFPddal8VA8PqjEJKMolP72gQSjrJxdqxVV8UiAUKW1hWXUf3FIh3BX5hZJknIPqCfeYJWtBzHaciZOpHOg3qPbdiILkr6M6p7BwXfhkUlZNALglbY6ds82HDwOIql2MFN1oGm4/s320/DSCF3406(pb).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513177231030837474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhm95fGDH980y8griP2G23bwLjLtr-3Dr1G7BsGh-cdlnM16YzyuKUezWnRPDe0Ci8J_DPRgXC9SeYOamQQP_Y8e-xluFldQNMFFqbPyaqQ3vrnCnu_hLLr7FX0BArg-TF2Zw9BH5nBys/s1600/DSCF3396(pb).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhm95fGDH980y8griP2G23bwLjLtr-3Dr1G7BsGh-cdlnM16YzyuKUezWnRPDe0Ci8J_DPRgXC9SeYOamQQP_Y8e-xluFldQNMFFqbPyaqQ3vrnCnu_hLLr7FX0BArg-TF2Zw9BH5nBys/s320/DSCF3396(pb).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513177228251982402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rEgJl50Ly2erTRRYtxNp3Oy-a-GVnbvoSrYKOXbL9QX15TI6rM2dP4wJC08RPsl71G9rT4Jd8YRnzbQsPvBkGm7j3GzNUHcCH2LcDYAJ5vxWimmNAjPLCRIzgGsYJzriT8Xdcm8wxEA/s1600/DSCF3394(pb).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6rEgJl50Ly2erTRRYtxNp3Oy-a-GVnbvoSrYKOXbL9QX15TI6rM2dP4wJC08RPsl71G9rT4Jd8YRnzbQsPvBkGm7j3GzNUHcCH2LcDYAJ5vxWimmNAjPLCRIzgGsYJzriT8Xdcm8wxEA/s320/DSCF3394(pb).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513177214700867954" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">em verões abrasadores, só a tua nudez e um leque, me mata a sede que me deixa escorrendo desejos de sexo...</span></b></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-19275840490731391792010-02-16T04:33:00.009+02:002011-06-22T03:04:31.227+03:00antecipo a primavera...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7zajD1U4bFZpp17keBnwbSiMyTIkN9cgpVsWr8VaZshqmIOPiq_C22r_BuLuwSi0ytc37ZRc2I3wfX0a2So7Sr5CSjS0D8oZq7EvcEXHuPCNlb99mEcRh1wK84OHzHpxzQWS5q3T3Z8/s1600/IMAGE_188pb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid7zajD1U4bFZpp17keBnwbSiMyTIkN9cgpVsWr8VaZshqmIOPiq_C22r_BuLuwSi0ytc37ZRc2I3wfX0a2So7Sr5CSjS0D8oZq7EvcEXHuPCNlb99mEcRh1wK84OHzHpxzQWS5q3T3Z8/s400/IMAGE_188pb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620827967983937554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgII02hUNgI6iIIs2xfe8ACHZJSCjyi9q6YCPUGy_4FhyWC6ENZgXwtTS_y3t13yqp9GEh1peONVy3E_LIJ1H_PWjuyinvD2KfJ2iCWAb_37xz527YIac8ZZ4C_blkzJ0lxjfkJ7LROUGg/s1600/IMAGE_177pb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgII02hUNgI6iIIs2xfe8ACHZJSCjyi9q6YCPUGy_4FhyWC6ENZgXwtTS_y3t13yqp9GEh1peONVy3E_LIJ1H_PWjuyinvD2KfJ2iCWAb_37xz527YIac8ZZ4C_blkzJ0lxjfkJ7LROUGg/s400/IMAGE_177pb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620827964455254130" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9JyNmH1C56VuTd55gnIbJGDC7vuN21KqcNCiYeQj5EiOGM5dJ-4pMVRGWmm3EolK0YloKQ7ZGjBA2k1yNV6Xm45Jg_QztsnxWdWQ-Q3aAsH3mzugg5McrXFtSFmpyoekEvXuG6aSqxs/s1600/IMAGE_176pb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM9JyNmH1C56VuTd55gnIbJGDC7vuN21KqcNCiYeQj5EiOGM5dJ-4pMVRGWmm3EolK0YloKQ7ZGjBA2k1yNV6Xm45Jg_QztsnxWdWQ-Q3aAsH3mzugg5McrXFtSFmpyoekEvXuG6aSqxs/s400/IMAGE_176pb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620827957788041058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihyphenhyphenSeEcoiDeiB8dEufK8Qlqy93qm7TVdC0_l5z7XMNKr0_Kcj6ZjbqH0SGmgrZooRyNEAWKqFceMMFrA_l2gM0cP18JPXqUBm0SeLsEcPnoRUcl-aaNFIfnlrijfBYa7LYpATpxlKwv4/s1600/IMAGE_166pb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihyphenhyphenSeEcoiDeiB8dEufK8Qlqy93qm7TVdC0_l5z7XMNKr0_Kcj6ZjbqH0SGmgrZooRyNEAWKqFceMMFrA_l2gM0cP18JPXqUBm0SeLsEcPnoRUcl-aaNFIfnlrijfBYa7LYpATpxlKwv4/s400/IMAGE_166pb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620827956187944562" /></a><div><div><div><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >... com morangos que me envias. Adoçados no teu peito com chocolate, tento adivinhar-lhe sabores, pelos arrepios do teu corpo. Imagino-me em provas deslizantes sobre ti como os morangos que te resvalam na pele, te afagam, te enchem de gostos e sentidos coloridos. Vejo-os beijando-te com ternura. Envolvem os mamilos impelidos por teus dedos, e com eles dançam uma valsa de Strauss (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndh3vlSU0kk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndh3vlSU0kk</a>). Ouço-a numa cadência ritmada e alegre como “vozes das primaveras” As notas escorrem em chocolate acompanhando os morangos pelos cantos do teu corpo. Procuram linhas suaves que desenhas entre pernas, como pautas suaves onde deixas pousar notas vermelhas que, fechando os olhos, acabo por tocar.</span></div></span></span></span><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span><span></span></span> </span></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-37536078510654396742009-12-16T01:03:00.007+02:002011-06-22T03:13:00.083+03:00pinto quadros...<div><div align="justify">... com teu corpo. Projecto desejos nos teus seios, molho os dedos em tintas dos prazeres que me ofereces. Traço linhas, acompanhando as curvas das tuas coxas e encontro o centro do teu mundo onde me afundo sempre que te invento. A tua pele é papel onde exprimo meus quereres. Experimento-a deslizando em óleos que te impregno, em texturas que pressinto. Apago e construo caminhos no teu corpo, com dedos empenhados em descobertas dos pontos que te fazem suspirar. Encontro vários, expostos e mais escondido, brinco com eles, faço-te gemer e derreter escorrendo em tonalidades que gritas, acordando meus sentidos. Pinto-te assim em sexo colorido em formas e conteúdo. Pinto quadros no teu corpo e procuro galeria onde te posso expor só para mim…</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdrvwtCMA16UDIDzCicDrpIe5yrp7x63EbzD3cnxg_wulCFNo_SETRsODiw7uYCoJfLTRchbMJzZZrBxsVJJmL0GxnHpSVno4pomJFXZcLGUp_vOjSZGPs7CX2_J1LWs5f_eGqNUNxD0/s1600/05-11-09_1351b%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdrvwtCMA16UDIDzCicDrpIe5yrp7x63EbzD3cnxg_wulCFNo_SETRsODiw7uYCoJfLTRchbMJzZZrBxsVJJmL0GxnHpSVno4pomJFXZcLGUp_vOjSZGPs7CX2_J1LWs5f_eGqNUNxD0/s400/05-11-09_1351b%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620829733697194194" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP_0zpROWZeupMwx4wJ1DVoL_wUz5C8MdpcPw0qNgoYrkgw4sWuVqZUCdk-aHSdD_IF5ZePqXxq2k2CX45ZNIPXrto6-CmGuWT-l9cgBMc9fNhdrkz5bspwGGoBtpFHOh-Y-1iQRoIqE/s1600/05-11-09_1350%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP_0zpROWZeupMwx4wJ1DVoL_wUz5C8MdpcPw0qNgoYrkgw4sWuVqZUCdk-aHSdD_IF5ZePqXxq2k2CX45ZNIPXrto6-CmGuWT-l9cgBMc9fNhdrkz5bspwGGoBtpFHOh-Y-1iQRoIqE/s400/05-11-09_1350%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620829726617793490" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw44fXB8IMVJ6QuPT2MgeCsuigmEVEciOaErOh-QZU-M95EqEsze4Y5tkrgz4qNF-t5uP1WIVvsVhzjTVX-WTWvmFx2-vFKLUSnCDrTiHgXOgNB-GPDandJTIO2g_bI65cFlwL4F8gpIA/s1600/05-11-09_1349b%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw44fXB8IMVJ6QuPT2MgeCsuigmEVEciOaErOh-QZU-M95EqEsze4Y5tkrgz4qNF-t5uP1WIVvsVhzjTVX-WTWvmFx2-vFKLUSnCDrTiHgXOgNB-GPDandJTIO2g_bI65cFlwL4F8gpIA/s400/05-11-09_1349b%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620829723437782754" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-61126160834127111752009-12-07T00:36:00.004+02:002011-06-22T03:21:16.427+03:00estavas à janela...<div style="text-align: justify;">... esperando pela lua, para te afagar os cabelo que tanto gosto de tocar. Caracóis que de derramam nos ombros e te tornam excitantemente bela. Eras quase brisa, quase sonho, quase milagre, quase princesa que encanta os sonhos meus. O teu ar altivo, imponente, à janela. Corpo que encanta quem te vê, ou não vendo te imagina e te quer tocar… toquei-te, à janela, não resistindo a brisa perfumada de desejo que me invadiu, soprada por ti. Brisa carregada de vontade, de sexo, de sussurro, de gemidos abafados por ausências que custam tanto a passar. Brinquei com os teus seios que esperavam carícias, e beijos molhados. Senti-os sorrindo quando me ofereceste, em provocações de janela, em mãos beijadas por Novembro, cinco. Cinco beijos, cinco dedos, cinco toques arrepiados, cinco penetrações sentidas, cinco orgasmos mal contados, cinco sorrisos tão belos que tu tiveste à janela.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnSiL10m89jxU60XQcVfgAiunDL_FnEcu08ZdGCySxzfN91Ek-f1jvrVgU2HP_aHPhTVfYaUS0t5fSfqR9_NS4UYS8ZjViwBxkb5iwTmtk1SuPi_Ii_T3lyUctg6YvLpYaqzKldPez8I/s1600/05-11-09_1341%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnSiL10m89jxU60XQcVfgAiunDL_FnEcu08ZdGCySxzfN91Ek-f1jvrVgU2HP_aHPhTVfYaUS0t5fSfqR9_NS4UYS8ZjViwBxkb5iwTmtk1SuPi_Ii_T3lyUctg6YvLpYaqzKldPez8I/s400/05-11-09_1341%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620831560750769442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcNacdoYnHPGZZOHbyN298vrzhvr0zilVBNlarVvkmapRumC8qdLV58MJkEZVifFETe1vN3FGP1CgI9VSWhALUR7gySB9U-asRlnvr48HB26fHwZeiwi3AEpg8q3h64G17dNn75qRJQ0/s1600/05-11-09_1340%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcNacdoYnHPGZZOHbyN298vrzhvr0zilVBNlarVvkmapRumC8qdLV58MJkEZVifFETe1vN3FGP1CgI9VSWhALUR7gySB9U-asRlnvr48HB26fHwZeiwi3AEpg8q3h64G17dNn75qRJQ0/s400/05-11-09_1340%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620831559612300930" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwIUGGZXX_R0h9qrMIL8Vlezr7CACa0VUYXYQuQFEGuvmEJ3k2Lf1feGHsYcHkLipiX_5ICpRvkosL7jviqa4BlrulcqoDIVzgJgmci3SK_A826D0DjF5V_2qtocGO7H0WZH8E6PVomc/s1600/05-11-09_1339b%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkwIUGGZXX_R0h9qrMIL8Vlezr7CACa0VUYXYQuQFEGuvmEJ3k2Lf1feGHsYcHkLipiX_5ICpRvkosL7jviqa4BlrulcqoDIVzgJgmci3SK_A826D0DjF5V_2qtocGO7H0WZH8E6PVomc/s400/05-11-09_1339b%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620831555167618546" /></a><div align="justify"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-66021774782295869312009-12-02T01:23:00.005+02:002011-06-22T03:25:58.520+03:00o espelho...<div style="text-align: justify;">... tem uma cumplicidade que te reflecte, fazendo aguçar desejos, apetites. Faz-te contar histórias de corpos aos pares em danças que se tocam. Peles que deslizam em suores de mãos que os percorrem, de sexos que se tocam em lábios cheios de beijos molhados. Ao espelho, entregaste a tua inocência fingida, deixando que a outra, do outro lado, te penetrasse com dedos e língua cheios de reflexos imaginados. Tocaste a outra, viste a tua mão percorrer-lhe os seios como se fossem os teus. Eram os teus seios nos dela, era a tua boca igual à dela, era o teu sexo beijando o dela, na superfície fria do espelho. Uma dualidade quente-fria construída. Uma cumplicidade de corpos femininos que tocando-se, não se sentiam. Que se beijando, não se mordiam. Que se masturbando, em gémeos e apetecidos movimentos, só em ti provocaram escorridos que tu derramaste em gemidos, à beira daquele espelho envergonhado.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_gYjaZuaJIaRFUlNory7Z7Tw5FJASWRWlTARODKrLhHm_qO1oylOR8cQZW0uOxqT-OSQZ-knSZ8CLhFEUQM8NDWyegEayOh0pKbfHuWObA2FGosfV8proUj6PvbgD_tXdOd542DDFdY/s1600/05-11-09_1347%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_gYjaZuaJIaRFUlNory7Z7Tw5FJASWRWlTARODKrLhHm_qO1oylOR8cQZW0uOxqT-OSQZ-knSZ8CLhFEUQM8NDWyegEayOh0pKbfHuWObA2FGosfV8proUj6PvbgD_tXdOd542DDFdY/s400/05-11-09_1347%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620833586231292162" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkHF1mR7cqqFqwTFjUbscxOI-AdSMBdV8_6Ll6cRhBmw78dSYinYQJ6fuE9y499jbk1BhTbMAwULE6yQy-NQurNWE56nnzoq8txeOtEfU_fPZrPks17Ay5JDGTfODBNqQJyPTe_dcRlI/s1600/05-11-09_1346%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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Naquela manhã de sedes de sexo vi-te já nua envolvida em instruções escritas de prazeres. Estudavas pormenores de posições adequadas a uma cadeira que completava o ambiente do quarto e abria apetites e vontades. Cadeira do sexo, cadeira ondulada onde o corpo se encaixa navegando em mares de cheiros eróticos e de couro. Estudavas atentamente e absorvias prazeres borrifados no teu corpo ansioso. O teu sexo com púbis de novo desenho excitante, começava já a lacrimejar gozos entre pernas e não resististe mesmo a tocar-lhe enquanto contavas as nove posições apresentadas. Nove vezes, nove toques, nove posições que colocavam cada sentido em alerta. As nove posições que abriam o teu sexo para mim e o expunham em tentações irrecusáveis. As nove posições que naquela manhã de sexo voaram do nosso imaginário e pousaram naquele quarto de motel.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatYuAC6jRffu_wp-Y5GRH4yCULIX7Ai0OoNwrsygFQM4z78TuSYX2j-KfLSt3rx_K6Qd8uMXFS9Qhp3Xn0f8jjo7IKVCLD-GluGpiER0ePa2daHOYdI0tSVFGLDh70M1zqLPu7JngpVw/s1600/05-11-09_1358%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhatYuAC6jRffu_wp-Y5GRH4yCULIX7Ai0OoNwrsygFQM4z78TuSYX2j-KfLSt3rx_K6Qd8uMXFS9Qhp3Xn0f8jjo7IKVCLD-GluGpiER0ePa2daHOYdI0tSVFGLDh70M1zqLPu7JngpVw/s400/05-11-09_1358%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620836413219820930" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCqpnPWlZONfVO0T-USRfEnfS_igoY1okdESWvEYMnDzjoxFQx3fQTxfEtqdpI96b2e6iDNF4rw-5jDUOvhHQ1ID7J-n20bOFoqAT5nPfTK_phdj_sr5avQ4fbAEZ9iGPH3PSuJqzIHo/s1600/05-11-09_1357%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCqpnPWlZONfVO0T-USRfEnfS_igoY1okdESWvEYMnDzjoxFQx3fQTxfEtqdpI96b2e6iDNF4rw-5jDUOvhHQ1ID7J-n20bOFoqAT5nPfTK_phdj_sr5avQ4fbAEZ9iGPH3PSuJqzIHo/s400/05-11-09_1357%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620836406899377810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xbvuNNZP7f9jmCswPo8mDwPP-mQLVkQ3vanFtnoo3hyUrywKuRxa5-URCY50NurQ9XWPvO8yveWDvFguZMygozEL1Pa0vCwdu6gGR7yDcdsEaS4nycMzA_L_CusgeFh8BPC8-QV7sbA/s1600/05-11-09_1355%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8xbvuNNZP7f9jmCswPo8mDwPP-mQLVkQ3vanFtnoo3hyUrywKuRxa5-URCY50NurQ9XWPvO8yveWDvFguZMygozEL1Pa0vCwdu6gGR7yDcdsEaS4nycMzA_L_CusgeFh8BPC8-QV7sbA/s400/05-11-09_1355%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620836404652868194" /></a><div align="justify" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-14437492716487554042009-11-14T01:23:00.002+02:002011-06-22T03:42:43.271+03:00bateram à porta...<div style="text-align: justify;">... para te ver. Nua. E assim cumpriste os desejos de quem te tinha desejado. De quem tinha espalhado olhares pelo teu corpo durante o café da manhã, tocando-te com pensamentos de pele beijada. Tu provocas. Barras manteiga numa torrada quente que escorre em dois dedos teus. Tu provocas, lambendo-os com um sorriso que pousa na mesa do lado, adoçando o chá que se bebe em goles demorados e que se entorna em reacção ao inesperado. Tu provocas: um guardanapo que cai propositadamente e apanhas de seguida, distraidamente com movimento de libidos matinais. Deixas brecha em decote que generosamente expõe os seios, fazendo mexer sentidos. Tu provocas, e nua abres a porta expondo-te, cumprindo promessas esboçadas durante o pequeno-almoço. Bateram à porta e mostraste-te numa nudez que se espalhou pelo corredor em ondas que encheram espaços vestidos de vazios. Bateram à porta, não era ninguém, mas tu provocas.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhau7SLZgE93UNfS2dKKxfU5azD7iYKKxWxSweAbfev1sB7z8vw1TW5ht2ZpzjJPUGTryySXmbC-8ElkzeISeSDkdymdITPJ3SQjfJX1NGfa2S3_4Kxyft3KVJBL7TQFwevoWq5FWg_OAg/s1600/IMG_0174%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhau7SLZgE93UNfS2dKKxfU5azD7iYKKxWxSweAbfev1sB7z8vw1TW5ht2ZpzjJPUGTryySXmbC-8ElkzeISeSDkdymdITPJ3SQjfJX1NGfa2S3_4Kxyft3KVJBL7TQFwevoWq5FWg_OAg/s400/IMG_0174%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620837864576293250" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BFqO8dd172Vb9-cWIxJ6UxLGs7rX5cg2gSDEKjR5haJluyl7zRXNbmyzPQuawD1ecW1OpAaYSyPnj7Ps0l1JnjscPZRzg9yZpSEcFBgEHSAZq0HuFNZVZ8arThyphenhyphenWbc4-l4yHC7uSmp0/s1600/IMG_0173%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0BFqO8dd172Vb9-cWIxJ6UxLGs7rX5cg2gSDEKjR5haJluyl7zRXNbmyzPQuawD1ecW1OpAaYSyPnj7Ps0l1JnjscPZRzg9yZpSEcFBgEHSAZq0HuFNZVZ8arThyphenhyphenWbc4-l4yHC7uSmp0/s400/IMG_0173%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620837862611579650" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9UOTZ-_X-NMemH2czXn5GBWdvCiMj7tlt_Bq3RWZlSeHlBAkNGc3CCkrJCGI7zzzrNpXZfP-IRXH0LIn3oUaEOgAnlat15scVFmXx21XCLB77PSzbgnBHwOrISBwasN5HZolX5HzYN0/s1600/IMG_0172%2528pb%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9UOTZ-_X-NMemH2czXn5GBWdvCiMj7tlt_Bq3RWZlSeHlBAkNGc3CCkrJCGI7zzzrNpXZfP-IRXH0LIn3oUaEOgAnlat15scVFmXx21XCLB77PSzbgnBHwOrISBwasN5HZolX5HzYN0/s400/IMG_0172%2528pb%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620837860064238146" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-14719565698028553722009-11-04T01:00:00.003+02:002009-11-04T01:03:48.340+02:00era um filme a preto e branco...<div align="justify">... onde o teu corpo violava regras, aparecendo a cores. O xadrez das paredes ficou impossível de jogar. O preto invadiu o branco deixando somente a perpendicularidade alva de linhas em cruzamentos sem semáforos – era um filme a preto e branco. O branco, esse, fugiu diluindo-se em cortinas de plástico depois de feroz perseguição. Marcas são visíveis. Linhas de tiros negros, rasantes inter cortados, vêem-se em traços rectos que espreitam o teu corpo, os teus seios, a tua pele apaziguadora de uma guerra descolorida e pobre. Tu, assim nua, como um anjo, entraste devagarinho em cena, miraste-te ao espelho mostrando-te imperial e segura. Reparei mesmo que tudo em volta se agitava. A luz tremulava excitada sobre o espelho, a escova erecta ansiava por te beijar, o sabonete deixava cair as primeiras gotas e eu próprio aguardava pacientemente o momento em que molhada gritas: ACÇÃO! </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqcShHjBGM_k9jLMwpY1K2eO0HpmCXRaqCySlc-cghSRnUfXWMXVIZtudjU-JkglfJOWAMXIJriW6n66bhdONno5S9QWqO1p6JPtWCEE2n2Ntz6j7TxTD1Oc0XOXV47D8zQ9jXvgT-1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0183b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400016643450497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqcShHjBGM_k9jLMwpY1K2eO0HpmCXRaqCySlc-cghSRnUfXWMXVIZtudjU-JkglfJOWAMXIJriW6n66bhdONno5S9QWqO1p6JPtWCEE2n2Ntz6j7TxTD1Oc0XOXV47D8zQ9jXvgT-1Y/s400/IMG_0183b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06lAmucSfFLGysNHVXR-s24pchHaL4as_jNfSu4PM_iV5ZLg9njSrKHHhvCsuQKNkLZanxhaYMazlGaD1ts1qXZmIiUkBEoRR7A1D9tAcnAvU5jbxFGA7sWVAgKe7Tqya5k_cKNkZg7c/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400016643141876418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06lAmucSfFLGysNHVXR-s24pchHaL4as_jNfSu4PM_iV5ZLg9njSrKHHhvCsuQKNkLZanxhaYMazlGaD1ts1qXZmIiUkBEoRR7A1D9tAcnAvU5jbxFGA7sWVAgKe7Tqya5k_cKNkZg7c/s400/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bdxwMNaEjEaHv-606UvAgwSBVGWvCFu3ceOIZshJZyQGw6cE3oe66QaXGnvZe_ZBT9aSuU1M4KrYs51eJnDj_zJ-Fk0W4SHRQqMy0NnRjk0ngt8QPD4RheacGnTQp3_4TXq3Mfwd5uc/s1600-h/IMG_0186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400016639689910370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bdxwMNaEjEaHv-606UvAgwSBVGWvCFu3ceOIZshJZyQGw6cE3oe66QaXGnvZe_ZBT9aSuU1M4KrYs51eJnDj_zJ-Fk0W4SHRQqMy0NnRjk0ngt8QPD4RheacGnTQp3_4TXq3Mfwd5uc/s400/IMG_0186.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-bnbLnTWtk5B2JN_9f5brz0SehsDFXsVQQ6T2jCAtf1gMdsXQ8IMNGa59OzIIRTUXe9KTeJgNKEQ4ptALy-klZqLi7n599pE82Ytn8IZnLhZyYfFE92kfQosUSDtYGjUmFrPPgmEnG8/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400016639296713842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-bnbLnTWtk5B2JN_9f5brz0SehsDFXsVQQ6T2jCAtf1gMdsXQ8IMNGa59OzIIRTUXe9KTeJgNKEQ4ptALy-klZqLi7n599pE82Ytn8IZnLhZyYfFE92kfQosUSDtYGjUmFrPPgmEnG8/s400/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-26293862844521423872009-10-29T22:57:00.006+02:002009-10-30T18:35:40.658+02:00entras em vento...<div align="justify">... de Outono, molhada por chuva miudinha. Entras assim, vinda de sul, e enrolas-te em cortinas finas que te acolhem e te afagam a pele, com sinais de Outubro. As árvores já em despedida, seminuas, dançam com folhas amarelecidas esperando quedas acrobáticas e suaves em circos de Invernos rigorosos. Assobiam, ao ver-te chegar, entoando sonatas que tu bebes em bailados transparentes, no palco da janela do meu quarto. Exibes-te em peça improvisada, com monólogos de um corpo crescendo em excitação. Falas contigo, usando dedos expressivos que embalam seios expectantes. De quando em vez, espreitam à boca de cena, envergonhados, e sorriem para mim. Tentam-me, endurecidos por dedos finos, que os moldam. Consigo ver o teu sexo iluminado por uma lua que imagino no cenário. Distingo os lábios brilhantes, molhados por movimentos do 1º acto e tento adivinhar histórias que tens para me contar. Imagino actos vindouros e invertendo ordem teatral, entro em cena entrando em ti e tomo conta do teu corpo comandado pelas velhas pancadas de Molière.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398130106735917650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWxvfYTIFBVmqjoxUYndNx_jW8koHTyoZS2-sFbnpLtO1T5kifrnvatOzF4HqBmy_-aZEx7BpOY5iC0I0o-zDA8xO4WdDWevlgL5xhTGH087z0oHLtEHrllXDFoj1fUYE98fDpmiHL98/s400/IMG_0134b.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398130119856859362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiawmJTRgzgAcKDH733SzF-EMwtp2CKXRNZenx9yZDIE95lAj905F0kBPr_ase_BybMzW_ffdJ5DC9HmuE5VZbSg6wEKiHX9ZyaM2hbFTdvRenr8cmvpCVY-ZpklwQnCK8fI7I4hcQAc28/s400/IMG_0125.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398130112348089890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhuTJZHqIvJSdsyYXzbIuf7VbOZT5xhbDRdQefnBeHZMtV0WaCRy3mOtBpZ369PcebGsr0CyQCcsMr-AGyf9ayWRv1agQQM73uczJm2q2vpzK6qULMFpyzuQqozHAjrx-ikuLeuTVKTnE/s400/IMG_0133.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzmv8ALplus-XneOr2smXvCuA9f8sc8qjkDN5IDwsNOGAlc5dv8-Lz85SCHEBzts54X9FWGWPofo2_Avav0C_UoVnqiljKcuReO6m_TYrR1Gm4EKz3OEvISpYmcph_905dIqJJBUG-i8/s1600-h/IMG_0124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398130122955301426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzmv8ALplus-XneOr2smXvCuA9f8sc8qjkDN5IDwsNOGAlc5dv8-Lz85SCHEBzts54X9FWGWPofo2_Avav0C_UoVnqiljKcuReO6m_TYrR1Gm4EKz3OEvISpYmcph_905dIqJJBUG-i8/s400/IMG_0124.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMsY3sTskw12J5069dvYuCgDOG4owX0B-1j0wbnwPdsiwZKqXHTvfRJr4qho5JS3dcWh6Ef42iHL6XlbCJTq3MALEP9eKtRBv2gw-lHYs2famjaODo0ce1O-pIaasUjAmuQOMHui-xJk/s1600-h/IMG_0127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398130114472309042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMsY3sTskw12J5069dvYuCgDOG4owX0B-1j0wbnwPdsiwZKqXHTvfRJr4qho5JS3dcWh6Ef42iHL6XlbCJTq3MALEP9eKtRBv2gw-lHYs2famjaODo0ce1O-pIaasUjAmuQOMHui-xJk/s400/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-63233722174318930732009-10-25T21:57:00.005+02:002009-10-25T22:05:05.374+02:00desfolhei...<div align="justify">...em pétalas o teu corpo de bem-me-quer. São vermelhas, da cor da paixão. Cor de sangue que corre depressa, em palpitar acelerado de coração. Enfeitam-te agora enquanto te estendes em prazeres e aguardas o passar do Inverno frio que te arrepia a pele. Ficam-te bem, no teu corpo de seivas a explodir. Assim pousadas nos meus desejos que são teus, escondem com sombras vermelhas os bocados do teu corpo que quero devorar com beijos. Num jogo combinado, troco cada pétala por beijo molhado que te vai alagando aos poucos. Por fora, por dentro, em mares de maré-cheia. Fui mergulhando em ti, afastando pétalas orvalhadas por gotas que chovias excitada. Foram mergulhos ternos, contornando as tuas ondas, surpreendendo-te… foram mergulhos vigorosos, explorando as tuas profundezas fazendo-te ofegante e plena… foram passeios submersos, entre as tuas coxas com sabor a maresia… foram espumas libertadas em bateres sincopados, quando penetrada te vieste em estremecer de corpo que me fez, contigo, encher-te de mar meu espesso e abundante.</div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396629655978673138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW05oyxAQbfOm3M5Bz9mPkqowZhKj2VvR4v65Z4s8svw11RQRZIudS8lyvtMFkpYajbtFh77di-mo2DOTbQVWVyhtkq7jhJfuSbEgfbyA5O3MBbuq-mYd-h54wKhT_5pCHdvsNKtduKaw/s400/IMG_0155.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396629668949774578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjDOxuYywFVugs1HB-t_ywEcfplsq2sOSVYmbDU9Yc8649zZSqb8kItFXto397GbVgxqhjqy6EzWwprWWy1VfvlsXJV4rHBOixVTHX2gFotV295y5ahyphenhyphendalQU8kYVV0B8pK-eb-bQTi8/s400/IMG_0150.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8OkdlC6cJKXeoZrWhMvYB_btQMvAmncY8L1O5gV_V06ZHXq5d6YL-Avj7s8w_7JRJFy_Xxkw9M8TeqLzq-VuWI-tWUG1SjUuT8crSAeS8NnR2CivPKSGfOmrpSM-YTLdQjFVVLc3lKc/s1600-h/IMG_0149.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396629674498244226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8OkdlC6cJKXeoZrWhMvYB_btQMvAmncY8L1O5gV_V06ZHXq5d6YL-Avj7s8w_7JRJFy_Xxkw9M8TeqLzq-VuWI-tWUG1SjUuT8crSAeS8NnR2CivPKSGfOmrpSM-YTLdQjFVVLc3lKc/s400/IMG_0149.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZ_Qi9N_vfHf0yGBbAWS8-02_-6ykuQw0089u4Fgby0iSz6bUxE6Om92SG6CVvdeSVga6zj2vtHyox7evmk0un3U8A8rKGUav4LCQqlixQAnRmME_U0ZNF5XW1ABAbsTmSnYZ7ZARRCo/s1600-h/IMG_0151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396629667210674786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXZ_Qi9N_vfHf0yGBbAWS8-02_-6ykuQw0089u4Fgby0iSz6bUxE6Om92SG6CVvdeSVga6zj2vtHyox7evmk0un3U8A8rKGUav4LCQqlixQAnRmME_U0ZNF5XW1ABAbsTmSnYZ7ZARRCo/s400/IMG_0151.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51Hnw7A9ODzT2JuEyWK-9beuHPj3_AisbcaQT3Z7vGLy8679nnv3pgbE7nA5pawOHpzLB0qChmJf4IFSu-JrocewFTgT2Au2f32W_5-SJRjrRKs7mbgcWZpIts-4qpUMaUambimDySWE/s1600-h/IMG_0152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396629660458247730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51Hnw7A9ODzT2JuEyWK-9beuHPj3_AisbcaQT3Z7vGLy8679nnv3pgbE7nA5pawOHpzLB0qChmJf4IFSu-JrocewFTgT2Au2f32W_5-SJRjrRKs7mbgcWZpIts-4qpUMaUambimDySWE/s400/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-88504259457505494602009-10-22T22:30:00.003+03:002009-10-22T22:43:15.244+03:00embrulhei-te...<div align="justify">... em camisa minha para te roubar o cheiro. Pedi-te que a sentisses junto a ti, que a sujasses com as saudades que trazias e a enchesses com toques de pele onde me perco. O seu tamanho, grande, aconchegava-te, sobrando tecido em volta dos teus seios que se enchiam de sorrisos endurecidos. As mangas escondiam os dedos que te afagavam os lábios e eu, adivinhando as brincadeiras que fazias, desejava saturá-los de beijos molhados e mornos. Semi-despida, semi-vestida ias impregnando o teu perfume no tecido vermelho, cor de sexo. Em cada quadrícula, colocavas um fragmento de ti: um beijo, um arrepio, uma gota do prazer que escorria dos teus dedos. Sem plano, estavam pintados com a cor do gradeamento onde prendi os bocadinhos que me deixaste trazer. Hoje, quando morro de saudades, serro grades e liberto-te em cheiros que me envolvem, me acariciam, me presenteiam com os prazeres que, semi-despida, semi-vestida, distribuíste por mim em jogos vermelhos, de escondidas. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZekwB7bEeU5E-idkr5P18Gghc15c5xFKNkdeH-DncJPj6OtVun3VJQpb6pvuQNhCsvREfz8P0hO6DprM8mwYHQAvR94L0vb7dGCqRd4HvQLnH6ljFnSN9kml-PpgR5vVca7CnRIGUgL0/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395509538320127618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZekwB7bEeU5E-idkr5P18Gghc15c5xFKNkdeH-DncJPj6OtVun3VJQpb6pvuQNhCsvREfz8P0hO6DprM8mwYHQAvR94L0vb7dGCqRd4HvQLnH6ljFnSN9kml-PpgR5vVca7CnRIGUgL0/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iZQ903kSCsoqWMW1M7KVVW7u7p_SC_Nf0Yw9UemQIzNSmsNC1nrd_CcEIt77Fr6OS_Q2q4i1LAZFLElSrrQefTfeiKEcWfWtQAQMCiwXRN4TFz_Is71RUWHFUFYwhHGfXCuQmjq0a3A/s1600-h/IMG_0178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395509534794584978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iZQ903kSCsoqWMW1M7KVVW7u7p_SC_Nf0Yw9UemQIzNSmsNC1nrd_CcEIt77Fr6OS_Q2q4i1LAZFLElSrrQefTfeiKEcWfWtQAQMCiwXRN4TFz_Is71RUWHFUFYwhHGfXCuQmjq0a3A/s400/IMG_0178.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQT4x0aVvaUA0kJcSIHCwwHTKYEE_oozfTUytX5X5EEwitwERNV4bqhIpjBQc3DNt5gfq_CwYv_Rj43hlaB3m70fIGsWutpjSfLxNiDMfWwT6vhs-ZTyDpeevPq-cXpSgZEcGU1TbB0s/s1600-h/IMG_0177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395509526966906482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQT4x0aVvaUA0kJcSIHCwwHTKYEE_oozfTUytX5X5EEwitwERNV4bqhIpjBQc3DNt5gfq_CwYv_Rj43hlaB3m70fIGsWutpjSfLxNiDMfWwT6vhs-ZTyDpeevPq-cXpSgZEcGU1TbB0s/s400/IMG_0177.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395509542083305266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh27xNT1ppmyuPI54_1BOpb7Zwzr-OUtCxFUMB4JviIPPD3X5ZlKDZLJyo7BnCe84M5wZWICuObEuNVVpdRQM6rBKN3HPlFybyy5ToEDXFypRpvNJW6uCaWcwrRxbeq4caMYKlT6Q8DBCM/s400/IMG_0181(ac).jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaq8MnJcRbhLE_Nj4X2mn3gum6sOCrt92_yGFImYkhWRXtF-nhL44v3oYJ6NUit0JjpnJ1jQwxpE2OP9_ox8POJVTdC4FF9i3NdHS5AbNgPpkmXq5aut-xadWn0bT0oLs9jn4HQ6wVRhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395509519294124338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaq8MnJcRbhLE_Nj4X2mn3gum6sOCrt92_yGFImYkhWRXtF-nhL44v3oYJ6NUit0JjpnJ1jQwxpE2OP9_ox8POJVTdC4FF9i3NdHS5AbNgPpkmXq5aut-xadWn0bT0oLs9jn4HQ6wVRhQ/s400/IMG_0176.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-27493478056686969672009-10-18T12:16:00.005+03:002009-10-18T12:30:06.649+03:00círculos ou bolinhas ...<div align="justify">... pingavam em ti, simetricamente em fundo azul, noite. Não sei se era pijama ou roupa interior, sei que de despiste devagar, exibindo-te para mim, jogando com bolinhas brancas desenhadas em pin-pong múltiplo que te percorria o corpo. As bolinhas brincam contigo arrepiando-te, tu brincas com o teu corpo, usando dedos deslizantes pela pele, sempre ansiosa de prazeres. Procuras caminhos que conheces, em explorações prazenteiras e solitárias. Hoje seguia-te, e não sozinha mostravas-me como lá chegar. Tesouro escondido (entre bolinhas), tesouro encontrado. Ali estava ele, despido de pilosidade, de preconceitos, sem disfarces, aberto, brilhando húmido, com a luz nascida nos meus olhos. Iluminava-o de prazer e desejava possui-lo, roubá-lo de ti, ficar para sempre com ele. Saciar desejos das distâncias que nos afastam. Por uma noite, as bolinhas cúmplices que trouxeste junto a pele, ajudaram-me a roubar o teu tesouro. Por uma noite, possuí-o intensamente, demoradamente, saboreando todas as riquezas que tens sempre dentro de ti. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuFfIjSEFxZWX4c0sYJWYdyMQ21vuV6QNOFyHREzgBAXpzx9q-rFPuELHB4_5T247fFAwE6ZuNN1ynIw5rzi2WEv7utcp7qePeEqRPZYj6L4KmPhGAuDnVsHCVJha6ur_sCv7bH8q5Cw/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393867012234808898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipuFfIjSEFxZWX4c0sYJWYdyMQ21vuV6QNOFyHREzgBAXpzx9q-rFPuELHB4_5T247fFAwE6ZuNN1ynIw5rzi2WEv7utcp7qePeEqRPZYj6L4KmPhGAuDnVsHCVJha6ur_sCv7bH8q5Cw/s400/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlEPaPAxw2vFgto9a6L8Xcck5UEt5wA_XxRim5JhhEqjgQDf2ejiDYB2rjFzAhKGjph4dgURFuiYblWeMVnqXaEhmjpINL9nYqhWCxF0Bria3NP6WM3tG4OV1l0zpuwoC-FKCZf_Kcok/s1600-h/IMG_0107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393867000356412562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlEPaPAxw2vFgto9a6L8Xcck5UEt5wA_XxRim5JhhEqjgQDf2ejiDYB2rjFzAhKGjph4dgURFuiYblWeMVnqXaEhmjpINL9nYqhWCxF0Bria3NP6WM3tG4OV1l0zpuwoC-FKCZf_Kcok/s400/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwQiUcdMNOEvBArk15VylK9wj0Q9c8mj9dOVx-SGdXAEqI54DgmurF6BoTPmMf4allsascsDvj2elrKDPyoazHhLE8Vh-ztIsKcegSjUcf5PEkin5oGWmrEQ7c3HlnI2boSlvUsZv8GY/s1600-h/IMG_0105(ac).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393866994818048114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwQiUcdMNOEvBArk15VylK9wj0Q9c8mj9dOVx-SGdXAEqI54DgmurF6BoTPmMf4allsascsDvj2elrKDPyoazHhLE8Vh-ztIsKcegSjUcf5PEkin5oGWmrEQ7c3HlnI2boSlvUsZv8GY/s400/IMG_0105(ac).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAV5udA3isPknL_Hp18AtBgw1y7TbO4XHColcu1CkXlXqCJz0dCXJL9FVN6Nk32UYlLnV01ChZORAFZCfaLjAWhSKf0eedzumBdR66GsrxrJ4JDZGcrc67pMzD4QmAV6Bi1-g4S7D1w4/s1600-h/IMG_0103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393866991820391266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAV5udA3isPknL_Hp18AtBgw1y7TbO4XHColcu1CkXlXqCJz0dCXJL9FVN6Nk32UYlLnV01ChZORAFZCfaLjAWhSKf0eedzumBdR66GsrxrJ4JDZGcrc67pMzD4QmAV6Bi1-g4S7D1w4/s400/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393867009844936402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6iByB4LAA3MOQyzUAKI9SPENwqxXUgSknKi4tXTi3PQPP8rfnzOt0aGi7IauIESUuEduUVGMRIrGLh6VzZMKCpWwdrUO6mAer1bp7tf24PYAPQPPii-WeWZl2YCaGE2-a5n8nUtcWp8o/s400/IMG_0113b.JPG" border="0" /> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-63731103780230229902009-10-14T00:17:00.004+03:002009-10-14T00:22:22.985+03:00o chapéu...<div align="justify"> ... é o prolongamento da tua beleza. Difícil de definir, mesclado, cores suaves, quente, aconchegante… O chapéu em ti! Tu no chapéu… Gosto do mesclado das tuas cores, os teus olhos verde amêndoa a combinarem com o mel dos teus seios, o reflexo do pôr-do-sol no teu cabelo a casarem com os lábios pintados sem batom, que me excitam. Beijo-te e coro com as tuas cores, fico com elas nos meus olhos, e pinto todos os pensamentos com as tintas saborosas dos teus toques subtis, com os toques das tuas mãos que, como o chapéu, me cobrem o corpo com textura suave e natural. Gosto dos teus bicos endurecidos, desenhados em sombras eróticas na parede. Gosto do teu sorriso debaixo de um chapéu, enigmático, transbordante, provocador. Gosto quando o tiras e despida de tudo, me deitas sobre ti, fazendo de mim o chapéu que te cobre por completo, abrigando-te assim debaixo de orgasmos mesclados que nos inundam. </div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivh5SLsxvqsy7O3DLrmGdE-SLkLVI3h-uLUECIF-mmMJknviJIzbGagjCg1qdzmqu65oSjeDIKO3h01DMUIspKZV0ezD0et9sBFu8egdW5u-GiCN0aNDBzQC422pCNzzh_IL2w2AYnNdc/s1600-h/IMG_0145.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392197281881604258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivh5SLsxvqsy7O3DLrmGdE-SLkLVI3h-uLUECIF-mmMJknviJIzbGagjCg1qdzmqu65oSjeDIKO3h01DMUIspKZV0ezD0et9sBFu8egdW5u-GiCN0aNDBzQC422pCNzzh_IL2w2AYnNdc/s400/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392197686306984562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFzBKQQ7NxL6b4EaxECnHVl3hB3lTqbhsMjmfXVQOMCM__yPNgNlQWIWVm0YsDgHBqL8IaLXAIB0wO8TjAZayFmZ0a2Y8BdSyxRt-QlrBBCMshUAIc8E-CaIgWQfy6hwOJaXy-iJF13mI/s400/IMG_0140.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWrAB0UOGMhCNNcOAexaY63VkvGRVkqot3zLT9SKcIcMbuYpwt4bBU6IYzLflYm5m-3e7pt_j6Fleov3VLc8y4WLFPeLdneb8x4SWlG0wC2gvIAomVHFHhDYhaVwytvP2N9WfDH4RNuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392197271294117426" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjow_p7OZ5PDri9ovONf6hamDIzHUzT3x2C-jVg3ryW5W0uYvkMAwvMhF4RdrzS3udkZRU5RUtFTffTS2IPvc-vkcKbbQR7A6A8tCH8vNyUasMLc4thBKuBydRHKKrKi9f0NrLevGazHo8/s400/IMG_0156.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-23262449986041127762009-09-27T03:03:00.004+03:002009-10-10T16:14:09.886+03:00foste libertando...<div align="center">... as roupas que te prendiam à nudez… vagarosamente, num ritual que deixava louco o casal sentado no sofá do quarto. Observavam-te seguindo os movimentos que espalhavas pela cama. Uma a uma, cada peça tinha o seu modo de despir… provocante, lânguido, húmido de prazer. Eles tocavam-se mutuamente e os gemidos da Ana excitaram-te, lamberam-te o corpo, desenharam línguas nos teus bicos cor de mel… As brisas de sexo inundaram aquele quarto devasso, batendo em ondas nas paredes que não falam. Libertas-te na última peça negra, como se de uma corrente se tratasse. Depois, e a pedido dos convidados, masturbas-te em mares molhados, com dois dedos de remares fortes e profundos…</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ssq6x5tcQOuDL9hCOke5WbVX-fQ98lTHfnRCt1GCwjW4q8hdXqiv9yiLTG5Ip89ZXnwCUuRLQlGWCjUr_Vu_AbwwPvPkrFEifeRLZBWgcwcQyvhIHO2L7MpMeZFUx16ErXpujB95tm8/s1600-h/IMG_0174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933436073062562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ssq6x5tcQOuDL9hCOke5WbVX-fQ98lTHfnRCt1GCwjW4q8hdXqiv9yiLTG5Ip89ZXnwCUuRLQlGWCjUr_Vu_AbwwPvPkrFEifeRLZBWgcwcQyvhIHO2L7MpMeZFUx16ErXpujB95tm8/s320/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6Cbh3vfERfc1iynU8t0GlMLq0gGqD-x4CY3tGXeO1eN8PYB0JCyB-Xb2pe1HSPg8vbNhWEqLqfV5tav4DIHd0c6li-3D5WwD-r-mMkN8lYLtvKh2JcGrbA3cQNCh97-RNSeY3-9a118/s1600-h/IMG_0173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933261840074578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6Cbh3vfERfc1iynU8t0GlMLq0gGqD-x4CY3tGXeO1eN8PYB0JCyB-Xb2pe1HSPg8vbNhWEqLqfV5tav4DIHd0c6li-3D5WwD-r-mMkN8lYLtvKh2JcGrbA3cQNCh97-RNSeY3-9a118/s320/IMG_0173.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3eLxmwGbQQuDfSXF9eQWodJmpUkYz2iJxaRHoCa1dL9Vp_6xxV3sUIiK6TaZQpnpe5SxpyHJVBQ498k7rZKGhCnQFhR8HAPtRLIJO7TjyoKcbMYE5UF-Cj7kfqP4vWo6-Ka87e4R-xk/s1600-h/IMG_0182.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385933257059975954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3eLxmwGbQQuDfSXF9eQWodJmpUkYz2iJxaRHoCa1dL9Vp_6xxV3sUIiK6TaZQpnpe5SxpyHJVBQ498k7rZKGhCnQFhR8HAPtRLIJO7TjyoKcbMYE5UF-Cj7kfqP4vWo6-Ka87e4R-xk/s320/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-5309212698229180482009-09-24T01:52:00.004+03:002009-10-10T16:15:26.806+03:00à socapa no vestiário...<div align="center">... apanhei-te a “fazer fitas”. Levantavas a camisola e a brisa do lago beijava-te os seios, fazendo-te arrepiar. Sorrias com um sorriso doce, daqueles que gosto de ter de ti. Daqueles que me transportam para sabores lembrados do teu corpo molhado, a escorrer. Sabores que recolho sempre que me serves os teus quentes prazeres em taças de erotismo transbordante. Daqueles que me deixam ébrio e adormecido… Ali, empurrado pela brisa, possuí-te em segundos rápidos, por entre gritos de crianças a jogar a bola e o chapinhar dos mergulhos de meninas louras seminuas, com seios balouçantes…</div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJhUh8UTQBmO2c_4dbPq_P5uxJZWtT3OluJe40HO13rGnCOcxLEdsxxqE0wYRzaT62RDQqlshEOA6H8rAA2_6Rgp-uakPf0aX79HHiWYZJVoZr80eVSvssGMRuYgU9krySndpYsXGlac/s1600-h/vestiario.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384800926507617074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSJhUh8UTQBmO2c_4dbPq_P5uxJZWtT3OluJe40HO13rGnCOcxLEdsxxqE0wYRzaT62RDQqlshEOA6H8rAA2_6Rgp-uakPf0aX79HHiWYZJVoZr80eVSvssGMRuYgU9krySndpYsXGlac/s400/vestiario.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-54240967995462836732009-09-18T23:47:00.006+03:002009-10-10T16:16:41.474+03:00os dedos...<div align="center">...são sentidos em alerta que percorrem as texturas do teu corpo. Procuram arrepios, erotismos apaixonados, sinais que te levem a pairar por entre prazeres carnais, por caminhos que conheces e exploras de olhos bem fechados. Tacteias-te, com movimentos de contornos diferentes, com velocidades definidas em manuais ilustrados. Numa aula só para mim, os teus dedos beijam demoradamente lábios lindos em gozos escorridos. Molham-te com brilhos liquefeitos reflectidos nos meus olhos e espero. Espero delicadamente pelo sabor oferecido por teus dedos que afagarão minha língua ávida de os percorrer… </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpLvCctSzgr87MqpYFnO5eiDfMIp7LOnyUGNDSyIygqUNvu3qlFMOu_5ASu07T6RXePWjn5HoGkMo0JiXSAC4tt3p_0hP-gjJ7xAcccEvDlS76vfnI9Mf-Bj6T_Qd3kERu52ZTPVbueM/s1600-h/IMG_0168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382914160218300818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDpLvCctSzgr87MqpYFnO5eiDfMIp7LOnyUGNDSyIygqUNvu3qlFMOu_5ASu07T6RXePWjn5HoGkMo0JiXSAC4tt3p_0hP-gjJ7xAcccEvDlS76vfnI9Mf-Bj6T_Qd3kERu52ZTPVbueM/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzDVflroxCDwrYV_p5lLq1cc8an_9D7AyGaMKOt7LSyNC4RxXfo7iXA9iSKUAILpVh9hkThdMHZLOtG2u2tLp3mIaIeF6_KmgpPBPdWi_WEsHpuRP3FDDqXqKz2zm9972Lpwc7v1YZVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382913256742303842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzDVflroxCDwrYV_p5lLq1cc8an_9D7AyGaMKOt7LSyNC4RxXfo7iXA9iSKUAILpVh9hkThdMHZLOtG2u2tLp3mIaIeF6_KmgpPBPdWi_WEsHpuRP3FDDqXqKz2zm9972Lpwc7v1YZVQ/s320/IMG_0166.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzw73OZ12wSZ6HaQ_2yooQwrjTRFgEVDMHqbRMFVvxbyHGNDPkEyVaBLIxlRac_eXltNaClHGK6wXhi5CAfY6VVnKClFJKSBPoUsDZBtYJ4xmYo0Polrq915eGitmYXVTX9Saxa8QAJU/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382913254495415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzw73OZ12wSZ6HaQ_2yooQwrjTRFgEVDMHqbRMFVvxbyHGNDPkEyVaBLIxlRac_eXltNaClHGK6wXhi5CAfY6VVnKClFJKSBPoUsDZBtYJ4xmYo0Polrq915eGitmYXVTX9Saxa8QAJU/s320/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmZ4RoBItFE6RMSoTkvycRB7DL32i6WdzoH37CvZfDQYYJhyphenhyphen90K6dzzir5mZwvauQ3i4F-Z3H_2Ar8RTL-X0w4KY_eHZQh6OgtxvxQjMF1FNXlK2eNHHAfYXIK5xErvyJDTI3eG_C5gM/s1600-h/IMG_0169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382913244783140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmZ4RoBItFE6RMSoTkvycRB7DL32i6WdzoH37CvZfDQYYJhyphenhyphen90K6dzzir5mZwvauQ3i4F-Z3H_2Ar8RTL-X0w4KY_eHZQh6OgtxvxQjMF1FNXlK2eNHHAfYXIK5xErvyJDTI3eG_C5gM/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-32078388018851325952009-09-16T20:52:00.008+03:002009-10-10T16:17:23.611+03:00o quadro...<div align="center">...ali pendurado foi o modelo para ti. desenhaste-o com o corpo, deste-lhe cor e ousadia, colocando em visível provocação os seios que fizeste deslizar nas costas da mulher-aguarela, ali parada, indiferente. Despreocupadamente prendeu os cabelos, balouçou os corpo para nós, deixando-nos adivihar uns mamilos hirtos, desenhados à vista por lápis experiente e duro. Contou-nos aventuras clandestinas, excitou-nos com as suas histórias de pintar. Em noites de tinta escura entregava-se em coloridos gemidos de prazer, ao pintor que lhe percorria o corpo com dedos de mestre renascentista , contornando-lhe cada linha, preenchendo-lhe cada espaço. Sentimos, em contornos esbeltos e provocantes, os seus orgasmos de cores quentes. Materializando-se, salpicaram o teu corpo, escorrendo em ti com riscos de prazer. Afagaste-os docemente na tua pele arrepiada, recebeste-os, deixaste-os correr em liberdade. Assim desenhada, entregaste-te num abraço penetrado. Cheia de cor pintaste em mim o teu orgasmo há tanto tempo esboçado. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7I5sGybKSZXNunJlcPOfOvff3rnuzLWYACWUz7OXHy2FW0C09SLdLKjb0lWjNeKGMUwDREmfekFv2EHbLyTgFcYCrY4NvdPxNdbEpldkwYP7bFoHG-32W09kyXUMMeSYdNKUSddOpWY/s1600-h/IMG_0186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382125414697630930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7I5sGybKSZXNunJlcPOfOvff3rnuzLWYACWUz7OXHy2FW0C09SLdLKjb0lWjNeKGMUwDREmfekFv2EHbLyTgFcYCrY4NvdPxNdbEpldkwYP7bFoHG-32W09kyXUMMeSYdNKUSddOpWY/s400/IMG_0186.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy4hnZM-cHXJqwP1gB5hRAq9ESr377f57MabvF7U7Skht7g8BksHsVPUGQytiX7vQLTmQwG3NBbRFCE_fqBhDsybh8Dzczvigcjy50A10M0YnbV5j55fqyJt-VwuFOSuX6wNruXUsEmk/s1600-h/IMG_0187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382125405839405746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy4hnZM-cHXJqwP1gB5hRAq9ESr377f57MabvF7U7Skht7g8BksHsVPUGQytiX7vQLTmQwG3NBbRFCE_fqBhDsybh8Dzczvigcjy50A10M0YnbV5j55fqyJt-VwuFOSuX6wNruXUsEmk/s400/IMG_0187.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTn8whe1nCsfYr9_zuCbmWIOJKuBWB54vqx9Af3HX_vkKLmsT5GSyMMl1KFpkiQlxQgonRh-TDGkVfn0qWsEfE1XQSd3Nq3OuxSE-iZoWcAADPSSHHYgsYbKA_lS9rC00JrDjstmjHVsk/s1600-h/IMG_0188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382125400612037074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTn8whe1nCsfYr9_zuCbmWIOJKuBWB54vqx9Af3HX_vkKLmsT5GSyMMl1KFpkiQlxQgonRh-TDGkVfn0qWsEfE1XQSd3Nq3OuxSE-iZoWcAADPSSHHYgsYbKA_lS9rC00JrDjstmjHVsk/s400/IMG_0188.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUt6hXEe-07SkZGX4VixCq50A3eEK_umDuK0yf1igsoxkoazGqbRuZii96auAar6UkOUOTMCHYCzoDdfs15MAUYgY8WU09BUiL9laE04EnEFao4dHRH4E2XmwySICHuzY2kSe7JfhQRlw/s1600-h/IMG_0189.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382125396082139186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUt6hXEe-07SkZGX4VixCq50A3eEK_umDuK0yf1igsoxkoazGqbRuZii96auAar6UkOUOTMCHYCzoDdfs15MAUYgY8WU09BUiL9laE04EnEFao4dHRH4E2XmwySICHuzY2kSe7JfhQRlw/s400/IMG_0189.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-28795772614730556082009-09-12T00:47:00.003+03:002009-10-10T16:18:12.391+03:00naquele castelo...<div align="center">... sempre fora a donzela provocadora que seduzia cavaleiros com seios de lua cheia. Expostos às escondidas em rituais pagãos que sobreviviam a moral católica conquistadora do reino, despia-se em danças medievais, percorrendo o seu corpo alvo com dedos aveludados. Via-a em orgasmos que me enfeitiçavam, molhados, excitantes, irresistíveis… Eram noites que se escoavam devagar por entre os seus gemidos de prazer, ecoados em paredes graníticas imponentes. Eram noites que, em cavalgadas guerreiras, imaginava-a docemente penetrada, até ao nascer do sol. Eram noites que desejava, sempre que a madrugada teimava em aparecer… Hoje voltei. Hoje encontrei-a. Hoje a minha donzela voltou a despir-se para mim… </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeWWZbQphMcKe2nY6IH6RRarSUYFTWatjQdw87qbAp4Ny3JtzMzccaGlKiK50yMT2xYHaZv03rLOc8CMsUWcCX4NjbpuGNu-a_pYsm7PGGBcorOKCYEF_yaBUw2rowj_4ULiCYG0ggOg/s1600-h/IMG_0175.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380330274889663458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYeWWZbQphMcKe2nY6IH6RRarSUYFTWatjQdw87qbAp4Ny3JtzMzccaGlKiK50yMT2xYHaZv03rLOc8CMsUWcCX4NjbpuGNu-a_pYsm7PGGBcorOKCYEF_yaBUw2rowj_4ULiCYG0ggOg/s400/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xUVOTIRUTHyLjIjnsKAXj_zxb1mSDTVmhsttK-vCzkF4zcaSVtqoekkHMoHc5QFruAjsivD0iATebUaNF6_yzuAX2dT_ngsVh0INVu3Wj5WqOBSDKBqpMC6eUlASw5tsvPUB-wLShXA/s1600-h/IMG_0179.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380330266712684946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xUVOTIRUTHyLjIjnsKAXj_zxb1mSDTVmhsttK-vCzkF4zcaSVtqoekkHMoHc5QFruAjsivD0iATebUaNF6_yzuAX2dT_ngsVh0INVu3Wj5WqOBSDKBqpMC6eUlASw5tsvPUB-wLShXA/s400/IMG_0179.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlq-Nx9dtzwoJ-Zuel3mr7O80p0jMMZd1xEZQ28Xdp2FH3XKMswOxXPyRhVuVV2BrQlJG3F__BtTfAUI38FZCPU7OAM8YM4aV6rjIb_Uuhxyf6kENPIZqQB95AmlD5PCM0t6t5JIgypc/s1600-h/IMG_0174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380330259047649602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlq-Nx9dtzwoJ-Zuel3mr7O80p0jMMZd1xEZQ28Xdp2FH3XKMswOxXPyRhVuVV2BrQlJG3F__BtTfAUI38FZCPU7OAM8YM4aV6rjIb_Uuhxyf6kENPIZqQB95AmlD5PCM0t6t5JIgypc/s400/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-7617012858431496832009-09-06T05:46:00.006+03:002009-10-10T16:19:11.555+03:00esperando...<div align="center">... pela prenda ia sonhando como criança que aguarda pela chegada do dia de anos, imaginando presentes, contando dias, coleccionando insónias… De repente, em papel electrónico, enfeitado por laço com bytes coloridos, encontrei-te assim para mim… Linda, macia, sedosa, aguardando carícias molhadas de uma língua ansiosa, com sedes por matar. Foram verões imensos, delírios intensos, securas que matavam aos poucos e teimavam não acabar… Chegaste! Que bom que é voltar a beber-te devagar… </div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuP5iPsux7MXORLhrGesG1ikypuEiWG5IkYDppHOthyeJv2DQn-Uh9agUcMGkO8dWqXeCmO8r02JwtRP13Z__459fD1_GakI5sdYMuSXI7Yex67qqq28SqlUQZ0YqIPikNe24jB4DLXM/s1600-h/IMAGE_050(pb).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378195172330746546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuP5iPsux7MXORLhrGesG1ikypuEiWG5IkYDppHOthyeJv2DQn-Uh9agUcMGkO8dWqXeCmO8r02JwtRP13Z__459fD1_GakI5sdYMuSXI7Yex67qqq28SqlUQZ0YqIPikNe24jB4DLXM/s400/IMAGE_050(pb).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUI8VCL94B7GU3BdaUsyjLFcgBfxNm4h2oX4rGe1qyfngDsXUg7CvqUc83-x0iM3ezBQ68eeR-nH7_P9fGArpLaz-5L8TTLgC4pJlOkdkwGbtBadj4nH20XZ-jRae3Mtq0UwBASuYO0Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_052(pb).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378182551413819058" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJsLpwQ2RA8pEHawAasdMHyVfEUuZDaRC5EA-B4LCMucy37lVT7jKdIMvH3bYH7u2V8zaxHEN-f5vdzlijphs50AS_34vPFa1OYxQ_7_wFcMEjvoqp5KXhB-ivBXqGr7Tr_6fC8rGHo0/s400/IMAGE_641.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GEHohZ_ppsRWIyZU0_jPO-oltc_23mMU1mIpug7r73pa90EPAlU4FMg4MIHqR8G4kzZIzG4v5jJicrDwjVawLMO2LCqiSR3wqdg5ZFIbzGSojdc2y4Jnr6P5_kGPEDQ-tMfmdHT9oFY/s1600-h/IMAGE_642.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329857225520415170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GEHohZ_ppsRWIyZU0_jPO-oltc_23mMU1mIpug7r73pa90EPAlU4FMg4MIHqR8G4kzZIzG4v5jJicrDwjVawLMO2LCqiSR3wqdg5ZFIbzGSojdc2y4Jnr6P5_kGPEDQ-tMfmdHT9oFY/s400/IMAGE_642.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbc6Vxw6gCHN2cRu6ySM0o2imR93sPhf2M35Dkw2-EDj1JF9nUKSo3_KF07gzKoQXCSKNGnzokyzNe-_8I1TvXRd8Pkf7kAIz6usa5GSIbjRSN0nwxg6AQKsQEdo-Q-SE2T-61aenN1lo/s1600-h/IMAGE_643.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329857220696438866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbc6Vxw6gCHN2cRu6ySM0o2imR93sPhf2M35Dkw2-EDj1JF9nUKSo3_KF07gzKoQXCSKNGnzokyzNe-_8I1TvXRd8Pkf7kAIz6usa5GSIbjRSN0nwxg6AQKsQEdo-Q-SE2T-61aenN1lo/s400/IMAGE_643.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zhLZ3kcF7J5Hftye6qlpohEe28t59d1vRAczjLZ-odBStxkcMb8dtd1U_33oo9alzYaY-ag9ERL9eRp9iSr_4UetvGPnqOTu586wyRHXCsrT7sWN5OYxz33YAHnLiYtO2-yQf6hk1zw/s1600-h/IMAGE_654.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329857220333026338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5zhLZ3kcF7J5Hftye6qlpohEe28t59d1vRAczjLZ-odBStxkcMb8dtd1U_33oo9alzYaY-ag9ERL9eRp9iSr_4UetvGPnqOTu586wyRHXCsrT7sWN5OYxz33YAHnLiYtO2-yQf6hk1zw/s400/IMAGE_654.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglibHWWqMhlExtDfypflRneM_WrXBS7Z7mNG802ulYIiNNtpuUl1pIJmnJ5z09zt3PQRXg1gv-tBLQHUn-SocgntbgtSQ4hrBSdw5WLdk1T85domMG8TzL_DtAhdGg90wR27ZYejNy9yU/s1600-h/IMAGE_658.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329857216853781346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglibHWWqMhlExtDfypflRneM_WrXBS7Z7mNG802ulYIiNNtpuUl1pIJmnJ5z09zt3PQRXg1gv-tBLQHUn-SocgntbgtSQ4hrBSdw5WLdk1T85domMG8TzL_DtAhdGg90wR27ZYejNy9yU/s400/IMAGE_658.jpg" border="0" /></a>... é interna, no sangue, e isso provoca (diz a sabedoria popular) desmaios… daí aquela imagem com a qual nos cruzamos muitas vezes na vida de ver alguém estendido no chão, desmaiado e logo logo chegando outro alguém com o pacotinho milagroso do açúcar que é entornado na língua até que a reanimação se consiga… tu não, não desmaiaras mas estavas com falta de açúcar, não no sangue… mas na pele… falta de doçura que te afagasse e te beijasse, se escorresse em ti, te percorresse e descobrisse os segredos do teu corpo, chegasse lá, e te envolvesse o sexo, se misturasse com o teu sabor, produzindo um cocktail irresistível de desejo…<br />o chocolate cumpria a função… beijou-te a pele e fundiu-se excitado e quente… ele restituía os níveis de açúcar, colocava-te doce… com os dedos ias espalhando-o pelas partes mais apetecíveis do teu corpo. Untaste os seios, realçando os mamilos com gotas de chocolate e massajaste o sexo, lambuzando-o à espera de alguém para te beber… Excitada, ias lambendo os dedos de quando em vez e chupando os bicos docemente, enquanto sorrias… </div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-65366261732423743382009-04-19T13:14:00.007+03:002009-04-19T14:58:59.905+03:00és o meu doce preferido...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndgbbaIY8DMOQB_7fNndi7kT9mNwhOaYOQ9fysKkEc9TuvdljCr67eeRCX6qAOgBYwipBoVWz_d3J_uyUdjjV8eGp0RNIkd_R_KEsaDwcjLte2omCZ6PSOJqbQDCIsbtxcc_ccGHRIck/s1600-h/swpb(b)2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326370692083927330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndgbbaIY8DMOQB_7fNndi7kT9mNwhOaYOQ9fysKkEc9TuvdljCr67eeRCX6qAOgBYwipBoVWz_d3J_uyUdjjV8eGp0RNIkd_R_KEsaDwcjLte2omCZ6PSOJqbQDCIsbtxcc_ccGHRIck/s400/swpb(b)2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0NNf6XBRF2ZH-LpuqsvAfKAIoOMKH-VqGo5BOJ0ZXVATRscvOD-9VoVf4KkCfHHOHaAV2GuET9kEA3uNLyV96AFaxhDR7CJOE3UJ6QFo4xH2CG2eQwJuIOYGdMFYzSc9xPHhCcDGOnk/s1600-h/swpb3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326353187557042114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0NNf6XBRF2ZH-LpuqsvAfKAIoOMKH-VqGo5BOJ0ZXVATRscvOD-9VoVf4KkCfHHOHaAV2GuET9kEA3uNLyV96AFaxhDR7CJOE3UJ6QFo4xH2CG2eQwJuIOYGdMFYzSc9xPHhCcDGOnk/s400/swpb3.JPG" border="0" /></a>...quando a solidão ou a insónia ataca. Naquela noite, mais uma vez lembrei-me de ti… Era tarde, mas precisava de ti… Como te dizia sistematicamente nestas ocasiões, precisava de relaxar. Só o teu modo especial de dar prazer me fazia recuperar todo o stress acumulado durante o dia. Não tinha reparado que já tínhamos <strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">10.000 visitas</span></em></strong> e, de repente, relembrei aquela noite em que fomos para um quarto com piscina, onde pela primeira vez experimentei penetrar-te debaixo de água… <div><div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Como sempre, mal entramos, penduraste-te em mim, beijando-me demoradamente, fazendo passear a tua língua em torno da minha. O teu corpo quente e perfeito excitava-me imenso. Os teus seios, relativamente grandes, roçavam o meu peito, fazendo-me sentir os mamilos entesados, apontando o céu.Pegando-me na mão, levaste-me para o chuveiro. Ainda vestidos e com a água encharcando aos poucos toda a nossa roupa, agarraste o meu sexo com aquela vontade que tanto apreciava em ti. Depois de pouco tempo, a água realçou ainda mais as linhas esculturais do teu corpo. Hoje não trazias soutien, e as meias vermelhas com as ligas amarradas a umas calcinhas reduzidas, preenchiam o cenário de tesão daquele momento. A um sinal teu sentei-me, ainda vestido, enquanto tu, debaixo da água que corria agora com mais pressão, te despias com movimentos sensuais. Só de meias e ligas, acariciando os seios com uma mão e abrindo o sexo rosado com a outra, aproximaste-o de mim, da minha boca, convidando-me a lamber. Inicialmente devagar, mas com o prazer galopante que sentia em ti, fui acelerando os movimentos da minha língua, tentando percorrer todos os pedacinhos daquele doce. Próxima do clímax, e como gostas, penetrei o mais que pude a língua dentro de ti enquanto tu, movimentando os quadris, controlavas a teu belo prazer o timing do teu orgasmo… Já despidos corremos para a piscina. A imagem do teu corpo nu flutuando na água excitou-me ainda mais. Puxei-te para mim e beijei-te demoradamente… Como é bom sentir os teus beijos. Sempre achei serem os melhores do mundo… Curtinhos, com a pontinha da língua, saborosos…Flectindo ligeiramente as pernas e contigo quase no meu colo, procurei o teu sexo ainda latejante e aberto pelas carícias prévias. Num movimento lento, ajudado pela redução de peso que a água oferece, encaixaste-te em mim, deslizando delicadamente ao longo do meu pénis. Devagarinho, praticamente às escuras, executamos movimentos de subida e descida, trocando imensas carícias. O meu orgasmo aproximava-se. Queria que o sentisses em toda a sua plenitude… Por isso não acelerei os movimentos. Quando senti o esperma subindo ao longo do meu membro, parei e avisei-te ao ouvido. Assim parados, concentrados e à espera do estremecer dentro de ti, disseste-me baixinho...EU GOSTO DE TI…</div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2312484415716313981.post-71019181516218174832009-04-11T05:15:00.002+03:002009-04-11T05:24:48.677+03:00hoje recebi amêndoas...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUPmEqil-ojpkkiR3d74uO9r0tdAiGDFn5IBQIw218Seaen85zysiEVgAY3z0QwIcwNwhquaWeqgf8zxx8ocRMm6f7H3Bl021MC4cOQPKWXSTtaQKnhf6QZZHALaUaDQAnFP1vZNOV38/s1600-h/IMG_0131.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323253965293789714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUPmEqil-ojpkkiR3d74uO9r0tdAiGDFn5IBQIw218Seaen85zysiEVgAY3z0QwIcwNwhquaWeqgf8zxx8ocRMm6f7H3Bl021MC4cOQPKWXSTtaQKnhf6QZZHALaUaDQAnFP1vZNOV38/s400/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrPZS3tIPoBT8Wa2s7tp7uIT1WLNO2b0Tb_vDvKoY23gwZZA7wiOfTGDfb2HZZjntxz_7DY3vxumNprS-JS7Pvnuqkhm-zAIZjY3PB5di-8ywLFP2pr2r43JIILzMa-87BJxcy0dWL8o/s1600-h/IMG_0132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323253964246816114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrPZS3tIPoBT8Wa2s7tp7uIT1WLNO2b0Tb_vDvKoY23gwZZA7wiOfTGDfb2HZZjntxz_7DY3vxumNprS-JS7Pvnuqkhm-zAIZjY3PB5di-8ywLFP2pr2r43JIILzMa-87BJxcy0dWL8o/s400/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEbSQXCLHG7Vd7KvP4OtU-iCrQXJbLbaZwxcM-nsfBrV5QK5QK8-3sDVh5wzEG3AtArc49yxQLValHvlQDzhj7vQQFR_zR-H6cym1PDMRtoWXO0U5vqwLkaDfLtOyOgZK-Xt1vxbLG8E/s1600-h/IMG_0133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323253962691255330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEbSQXCLHG7Vd7KvP4OtU-iCrQXJbLbaZwxcM-nsfBrV5QK5QK8-3sDVh5wzEG3AtArc49yxQLValHvlQDzhj7vQQFR_zR-H6cym1PDMRtoWXO0U5vqwLkaDfLtOyOgZK-Xt1vxbLG8E/s400/IMG_0133.jpg" border="0" /></a>...de luz que apaguei cuidadosamente com saliva de saudade... Depois, na boca do desejo, mordisquei os teus mamilos e senti o sabor do teu sexo. Guardei-os religiosamente e para sempre, nos sentidos convenientes: paladar e tacto…</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9