Childhood memories and small erotic obsessions lead me to the feast of ice cream. I have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe strawberry flavor to choose from but I think the most appropriate combination with the importance of the moment. Remember it with the eyes of teenage girls and images borrowed from the licked the famous ice cream in the tube. An icicle and its obligations. An icicle and his lucky consumers. An icicle and his equally astute buyers. It happens usually is that the male to the female to offer it in a curious ritual erotic-sentimental only physical-technical background. Discounts grounds and then discounted as the least mental or Consequences at the dream ... Since the fate hardly lacks sense of ignorance this time I decided to put myself in position "contrarian" of the moment: will I be the consumer as part of the ingenuous Federation will be the buyer looking for malicious emotions "immoral." The first phase has always been my favorite: heating. Just removing the cap of tinfoil in fact, the ghiacciolone is not willing to move to fresh air. The grip of the cold alloy cardboard flavored ice in a deep embrace of love that somehow you have to break. E 'at this point that replaces the technique of rubbing his hands, an act in certain athletic aspects (and some known) that to be honest I find it all too well. The ice is now so ready to grow in order to set down in dealing with the magnificence of its second phase (the most troubling) of the tasting. Not to sound sexist, but for a woman is certainly easier to deal with this look ... the embarrassment I feel when approaching a cool ice is matched only by the intensity of the moment. Light and shadow blend into a kaleidoscope of colors as time stands still immobilized by the importance of the event. Some passersby stop their futile wandering tourist to observe the evolution of events, but maybe it's just my impression fueled by fear of failure in the enterprise. Suck the Calippo may seem trivial, but the consequences inherent in such an act can have devastating effects on the psyche of a man. Or so I'm afraid. The sea of \u200b\u200bemotions in which I find myself fighting appears increasingly hostile moment by moment, but l’esperienza unita alla disciplina mi sorreggono dal punto di vista psicologico. Mi sono da sempre chiesto quale sia la metodologia esatta per eseguire l’operazione: inizare semplicemente a ciucciare con labbra voraci oppure avvicinarsi e titillare la punta con il solo uso della lingua? Misteri ai quali non troverò forse mai risposta. Il mio metodo è rude e decisamente poco elegante: strappo un bel pezzo di punta coi denti e lo mastico. Riconosco di aver provato due fitte in quel momento: una all’orgoglio (per non essere riuscito ad esprimermi in maniera adeguata nel gesto), la seconda all’inguine (per una qualche strana correlazione inconscia tra il ghiacciolone ed il mio strumento di piacere). L’espressione dei miei occhi while leaving room for personal interpretations leave little doubt about the fate of ghiacciolone strawberry, certainly much more comfortable out of the hands (and lips) of an inexperienced man ...
Published on August 16, 2010 www.scrivendo.it
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