IS LOVE ELSEWHERE ?

t's it. In

frankness and throws himself on me, grabs my left arm, shakes me like a prick and gets ready to drag me by force towa

eat it twice, if you persist in dismemberin

big fingers exerted, at the point to cut the circulatio

ige, Mrs. Conti

chipie. I'm also getting a bit of a kick out of it, because I'm pr

ana. My name

assured me that you

onal life. Besides, you're overestimating yourself when you

does this guy

stions. I'm

really have a knack for

e eye? It's a bit of a str

rectly to my request an

g the boss like that, I'll fly you ou

bite, the moron!

. Lewis, please

before Seige grabs me by the skin of my b

the show? You feel in position of superiority

at. All hostility on my part, just in a fraction of a second, disappears. It

man who pays me atten

hat you can examine from every angle whil

ords, but I don't want him t

be able to look at su

it is invigorating. I finally feel like I'm living, taking risks even if it means burning my wings. His reac

ou Seige,

keep my feet

errogation,

t not the war. He's not eat

lidate them. So... Mr. Emile Lewis, you are 35 years old, you were b

ods b

brothers and you

othering to go through my life with a fine-tooth comb? The Internet is fu

d... What j

sed an episode in this star's life. Perhaps Mrs. Lewis has made him wear horns and he is in the middle of a divorce. This wou

. Finally, the revelations about the famous Mrs. Lewis came. Linda, a beautiful brunette with a devastating smile. The writings relating their rupture are rather vague, only is specified that it is her who left their residence. I therefore conclude that my blunder has awakened a pain in him that is still present fiv

with pleasure that I abandon my sumptuous outfit and that I let myself

, knoc

then damn, if I don't answe

knock,

're there, my

. I know you're in the

the floor, but I am not worried at

are you,

n my

come and scr

d lov

yes widening as you rush to

alks into my bathroom, while I'm unclothed. Oh, sacrilege! The following is not go

his clothes wet, takes off his

big deal about it. I must admit, as an art lover, that

amous net twisted on itself that, once covered with a lick of sh

I assure you that a foamy back massage from Lope

close my eyelids, slow down my heart rate by breathing slowly and complete this delightful moment, by getting intoxicated by the smell

fingers of a f

his pause, because it betrays me by leaving my mouth, in the form of an erot

n't know

e to come out of

y terry cloth robe, ins

it that I have made a point. You are

my memory, his smile which illuminates his face. Sometimes I take a few seconds to print in my mind moments of my life when I simply feel good. At this very moment, I realize that Lopez has an important place in

g... I wasn't really making fun of you. Okay, oka

y quickly, these little burning touche

ng me like this, I'm not a delicacy. But... by

and second, I met a hottie who is passing through the area. And si

can just waltz into my home whenever you want. Secondly, I'm

t, you love to hear stories

ble merchandise. No, I don't really feel sorry for them, although... But, I know that Lopez suffers from this u

reason he avoids the subject, changes the conversation, and if I insist, he gets angry, reminding me that we're not in church, so there's no

areful not to slip, I'm wet

creamed with pleasure in the public restroom. As a personal revenge, I mimic to perfection

etailed explanations a

yway, my dear, you know very well tha

I carry out some fast beats of eyelashes, I accelerate voluntarily my breathing, pinch my lower lip between my teeth, play the ping-pong between his irises and his mouth, until perceiving a burning atmosphere between us two. Then, I throw him a last glance, decided this time, release my lippe of my incisors, pass m

! How about a m