Hot. Quente.

The night before yesterday was... How can I say it?! ... I was so hot! God dam it. Just by thinking in those hands... How I love your hands. I really needed for those stupid awesome hands to touch me that night... I couldn't sleep... Just rolling under the sheets thinking about the way you touched me once! It was so stressful getting through that night, because I really had the need to make sex with you. Just as simple as that. not Love. make Love is for those who are in Love. we're not, so... well, at least you are not! But that night I didn't needed you to Kiss me, or even touch me with that magical hands of yours... Sex. Only sex. the way you like it. Rough sex, as you told me one of these days. and after that, you could just leave, disappear, as you always do. I certainly wouldn't care. after all, it would be just sex! Right?!

 (25.02.2014)