There are two sayings that I think very true. "In life, or nothing happens and it happens all together" and "If you do not appreciate your presence, let them feel your absence." This motto I heard him once by Red Ronnie. Yes, I watched Red Ronnie on TV and also bought his comic, Be Bop a Lula . I think I even started a fan club latinense. "Those who read Be Bop a Lula." What do you know? There were four and after a couple of meetings we perdemmo di vista, cosa difficile a Latina a meno che non si voglia proprio scomparire. Seguivo Red Ronnie perché lui negli anni era diventato grande amico di Boy George. Boy era il consulente di Red. Ogni questione giovanile veniva sciscerata dai due in un modo davvero sincero. C'era il reale interesse di Ronnie di capire i ragazzi e c'era vera comprensione di Boy George per le nuove tendenze giovanili. Io amavo Boy George e sapere che Red Ronnie poteva avvinicinarlo tanto spesso me lo faceva tedestare e insieme invidiare. Forse però ispirandomi a questa coppia sono diventata tanto curiosa del mondo e soprattutto degli uomini. Di certo è che dopo mesi di latitanza gli uomini hanno cominciato a spuntare fuori come funghi, arrivati tutti insieme nuovi e vecchi. Some not so welcome. In less than two weeks later they've got two men of whom I can do without, an old lover who reminded me that "there is hope and a new lover, a policeman, who wants exclusive use of my body.
In order of appearance will tell you immediately the re-emergence of the Professor, because it is one of those conversations that should be recorded and replayed every morning while having breakfast.
The telephone number of the legendary Professor is no longer stored in my address book (after the proposal to do so in three with her friend I thought that maybe a man like that could help it) and so escapes even half a gaffe on the type "But who are you you? ". Then, recognized the voice, I listen to what he has to say. The way between us were so very friendly and cordial the Professor tells me you're looking at a girl, but, although it is very exciting to read, you are too fond of. But I, who are so boring in bed, at least I do not stick as the mussels. For this reason, he says the Professor, "paradoxically" I have better. Paradoxically, I think it's a compliment. However, paradoxically the adverb is worthy of the year and replaces the previous "despite everything." Obviously, Prof. call you live as if this was giving me a second chance. He to me. So again raises the stakes. I do not want do it in three? No problem, then we move on to whip or belt. Lovers, or connoisseurs of the "fun between the sheets", will know that the belt is the epitome of Strap On A belt with attached fake a pea in which a woman can have fun with whoever he wants. My Prof. therefore wants to be buggered. This man also proposes that a machissimo now I get caught from behind. I imagine the scene and laugh. So I ask him to better understand the "belt" would bring him or should I think about it. The answer is unexpected and incredible together. The Prof. is talking about a simple waistband of his pants! Penetrate but does not want to whip me! In my mind an endless series of exclamation points occupy the space for any other oath. Are without words. And I laugh. I laugh so hard that the coach is taking me to the office people are laughing with me without even knowing why. I that I never got a slap from my parents now I find exciting is printed on the ass the sign of a buckle? I laugh bitterly, not for me but for him. A head so intelligent, a body so beautiful ... no soul, no heart, no ability to be passionate or simply a traditional trombeur de Famme. The Prof. is why I am convinced that my life would be happier alone than with someone. This man, a woman unable to live it in a really intimate, needs to organize her fantasies on paper. Are incredulos. I leave it open by declaring very busy at the moment, but he seems so confident. So how confident my "advisor sexual practices" to be recommended first of all to set the password to give the "stop" to the game. I remember that night when the gay lobby advised me to give me the SM. Sti visionaries are also fucking gay! Then I think of my ceramic white complexion, my skin very sensitive to my butt marked by a bruise shaped buckle. I would not well at all. I remember saying it the third in which I think a lot. Better alone than badly accompanied.
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