Sunday, February 27, 2011

Diane 35 And Breast Cancer

I'm afraid

Yes, I'm afraid.

I fear what will become of this country, my country, perhaps in a year, maybe even a month or even tomorrow.
I'm afraid because there are things that should not be that bad, which are the worst, that they should not even exist, and instead we are and are becoming the rule rather than the exception, and this in addition to fear, is sucks.
I recently finished listening to Roberta Flack to Che Tempo Fa
What a great man. Beyond his talent as a singer and songwriter, that I personally know very little, is a wonderful person, with an extraordinary intelligence, and intelligence not going to know Latin, mathematics or history, but inner intelligence, moral integrity, the ability to think for themselves and be able to divide every stage of life to its original color, not just dividing it into sterile black and white. It 'a poet, poetaster I heard it defined more than once, a man of culture, a genius who speaks to the heart, which in this country no one takes into account, when he would be better to hear that so many other clowns stand as a sage.
E 'shocking as a cultured person, serious, passionate, a myth is not the slightest question, and that will be remembered in the annals only because he won San Remo 2011. This is Italy today.
are polemical, bitter these days, tonight I decided to jot down a few lines, even if these thoughts circulating in my head for months, an eternity too long not humanly conceivable.
There are so many things do not go, even though the last one that I can cite a long list, is the last this beautiful masterpiece of Italian society, a second Finanziaria otherwise called, the so-called Milleproroghe.
Now, I do not understand politics, like so many others are ignorant, are not of neither side, I'm going to vote regularly, although sometimes I wonder why I insist on doing so. I'm not a political activist, I do not know everything.
But I think with my head, which perhaps is no longer so fashionable as I thought.
This new law, this beautiful law passed again by that great man who is Silvio, our President Council, a criminal with a smile and a nice jacket on him, so much the protection of that nonsense I did not think possible all at once. And yet.
I am not going to talk about the increases to € 1 tickets for the cinema (for the funds to culture ), excluding those parish (the church, this was great and friendly power-hungry from the immaculate cassock stained with blood infidel for ever and ever), I will not dwell on the various extensions of payments (to protect those who have never paid anything, and to ridicule those who has always done), I will not dwell on anything all decrees here included.
me focus on something that is close to my heart. The inability to homosexual couples, for singles, unmarried couples, being able to adopt children, both Italians and foreigners.
This shocked me.
Not because I have intention to adopt, not ever, do not expect in my future. But why this limitation of human rights have made me afraid.
I saw our explicit Milleproroghe Knight while in service of its tg exclusive property (Rai1 if anyone had any doubts), I saw him on stage, I heard that he would never allow that family values were trampled .
family values. Strange that he is talking about family. Ok, I do not abbarbicherò on Rubygate and the like because it would be a waste of breath. What will this little man, and of course all those who have after appaludito excited to family?
The family have to be composed of mother, father, child? Either that or nothing? Must be a minimum of three, a heterosexual couple or a result of their breeding, a family ?
So if one parent dies, the child is not entitled to stay with the other parent? So if the parents divorce, the child would be taken away from them? So if one parent is a drug dealer, alcoholic, in a coma, suffering from mental imbalance, are you alright?
So it's not the 'love underlying family, as I have always thought. How stupid. And I thought that was enough to make a family will, the wish well enough, just the understanding, respect, dialogue, affection, realism ...
No. To make a family it only takes a legal deed signed paid, and possibly celebrated by a Catholic priest.
I have heard from our Knight rather watch girls being gay .
Because no one realizes that we are taking away our rights one after another? Why is there so much hatred, stupidity because of this it is, so much ignorance, so much silence, so much belief in the words of a homophobe anachronistic? I take
homosexuals as an example because I feel deeply called into question, I'll take as an example because they are the most glaring example that may exist, waylaid, and treated like lepers, we are in the twenty-first century, and there are still people who believe they are sick .
twenty-first century.
Homosexuals are people who love each other, crying, laughing, suffering, which can be bad people, good people or stupid people, they are people of all kinds as well as bisexuals, heterosexuals, the pansexual, like me, like you, nothing more, nothing less, humans .
I will not dwell on those idiots who say that a child growing up with two fathers or two mothers, a female or male reference, it is not normal, is all bullshit widely discredited by many excellent studies are scientifically recognized, that only stupidity, still tends to decline at all costs because it puts the effect on reasoning. Do not talk to stupid people, I try to do as little as possible, even if it is still too much.
We are in a modern world where you have negative stereotypes of modern order to move forward, and those are gay, right now.
In the State of California, in 2008 was approved by referendum to repeal the law that allowed same-sex marriages, after some years of happy institution. They have taken away the rights of humanity, this is, needless to minimize needless to say that is a trifle. They
. Violated. I. Rights. Humans.
E 'a shameful thing to write on a screen, let alone pronounce, to say out loud, even just to think about. Why do such a thing?
Indeed, the question that most worries me is why
were allowed a thing?
steal the dreams of so many people, deny them the right to be happy, to clip the wings, curb their freedom .
AND 'the freedom the crux of this discourse.
Freedom of modern societies it is gradually disappearing without anyone lifting a finger, no one protests, no one is more indignant. What has become a regular thing so that we can not afford not to be ashamed?
They have taken away the freedom to love homosexuals in California, gay Italians do not have that freedom never even had, they're taking away the freedom to protest to the young, are taking away the opportunity to study thousands of university are taking away the freedom to think for themselves to millions of people, we are taking away the freedom to live in a civilized society, forcing us to lower his head behind a propaganda claiming that there is a democracy, which does not exist, use the word democracy (demos: people; kratos: government literally government of the people ) pretend to be a synonym for freedom, when they do not use that as a mirror for the skylarks.
Democracy can not exist where there is freedom, freedom to think, live, believe, love, pray, read, talk, cry, laugh, freedom of life in all its forms.
This government, this disgusting, shameful (this is the only word that I feel completely adapted to this situation) companies are raping the democracy, is brutalizing and putting chains on freedom, the our freedom, and nobody seems to notice, nobody raises a voice, no one gets angry, that frightens, angers you, trembling, pulling punches. No one who pays attention to those who are afraid, like me.

How do I change the world if the world does not want to change?

What have we do not know the world is wrong. He's afraid too? He is so frightened he could not raise his head to fight back?
I do not think so. The dead in Libya, the dead of Tiananmen Square, the deaths of hundreds of countries where we do not even know the existence, countries seeking to maintain their strong freedom, trying to save, to make arrangements to fly away from dictators, the dead, and these also teach me that no survivors , freedom is not dead, that there is still that does not hide, which winds through again as the oldest of evils, that condemns us to life, which condemns us to hear it all the way, until we want everything, until we say we can not kneel, until we realize that we are not, we should not be slaves, but masters of ourselves.
Freedom can not be bought, not sold, it is unlikely not it turns out, is not, is not lost and does not die, freedom is a right that we expect, that we deserve, is a right, is a duty that we must demand loudly that we use against those who want to take that away, we must always remember and never forget.
In modern society take away the freedom of homosexuals, saying they are wrong, which are errors that are sick, that is their right, they do not know love.
In modern society there are people who believe they are able to limit the freedom of other people like them. Best of them.
In modern society there are people who agree with restricting the freedom of other people, clapping, nodding, saying it is a good thing.
In modern society, freedom is treated like a whore, nobody ever remembers that this bitch can go, can be kidnapped, or worse, be forgotten, removed, can be ignored brandishing a scepter with the ' emblem of power, the power that no one, least of all a government has the right arrogance.
We should never forget that freedom which we will not go anywhere, that we can treat it as evil does not run away, do not abandon us, loves us as we love her, is on our side to help lift his head and put to scream, helps us to overcome the fear, the fear that everyone, without distinction, we have that fear that hinders us, makes us believe that we can not get any better.
We can get better, we might, we should have it.
But there we have it.
We do not have because we are stupid, we are greedy, there are ignorant people who think it is right that freedom has chains on her wrists.
I'm afraid, because these fools, these ignorant, the greedy, these people hate freedom, diversity, change, hate it so much that is not aware of being about to destroy themselves with their own hands.
I'm afraid, because no matter how we try to say, do not listen to us. I'm afraid as we scream, cover their hatred of our cries. I fear that our freedom is touching under the weight of too many chains.
I'm afraid they are going to forget my freedom. Emblematic
a poem by Martin Niemöller (1892 - 1984), written at the time of the Nazi .
Shocking to realize how much is still present today.

First they came for the gypsies
and I was glad, for stealing.
Then they came for the Jews
and I said nothing because I was being disagreeable.
Then they came for the homosexuals,
and I was relieved, because I was annoying.
Then they came for the Communists,
and I said nothing because I was not a Communist.
One day they came for me,
and there was nobody left to protest.

protest. Protester
until my eyes bleed for my freedom.
long as I remember.

And I'll never forget.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Resorts In Chennai Ecr

puffs Italy II Edition!

Since I'm mad like a horse, and I'm happy with everything that I normally do, so here I am going to start with a new challenge of [info] bingo_italia ! Below is the multiplication table, so let's see what comes out! The idea I'm the caring and nurturing with love for a while 'days ... Let's hope so, let's see if I could reveal or fail miserably in my arduous undertaking ...
Vote for me: D


Actor
scene
Handcuffs
debut
Keyword
Images
Acute
Gobbo
Shadow
Flowers
Alcoholism
Popular
JOLLY
Promise
Secrets
Disappearance
Innamoramento
Curse
Morning
physical pain
Guilt
Battery
Mirror
Solo
Cover

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Lucasville Ohio Traderd

Updated books read


's book tomorrow (Cecelia Ahern)
Only if you dare (Nicholas Evans)
The moon paper
The wings of the sphinx
The potter's field (Andrea Camilleri, the last three)
The Red and Black (Stendal)
The Gift (Cecelia Ahern)
If you saw me now (Cecelia Ahern)
sad Omen (Banana Yoshimoto)
The last mistress of Hachiko. (Banana Yoshimoto)


Thursday, February 10, 2011

How To Get Rid Of Plastic Shower Curtain Smell

Compromises - OneShot

Title: Compromises
Fandom: RPF Singers
Rating: Orange
Genre: Erotic (almost)
Notes : Slash, lemon, oneshot
Characters: Tom Kaulitz (Tokio Hotel), Billie Joe Armstrong (Green Day )
Notes: Eheheheheheheheh , nothing, for p0rnfest # 4 not save anyone! XD Well, yes, even the much-hated-loved couple Billie Joe / Tom had to go in this competition for the prompt "You play a guitar? Do not make me laugh ", here are a couple from FF Lemonose adorably weird XD But it was not

Billie Joe the most mature of the two?

Compromises


\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You play a guitar? Do not make me laugh. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;In fact I do not want to laugh, and that guitar is my . >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;As long as I am here, that you forget the. >> Tom sighed
beating the palms on her hips, raising his eyes to heaven. When
Billie Joe was the baby was unbearable.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please. >> Asked him patient. The singer pretended to think about it a moment.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Billie, I have to play that song tomorrow and still do not know well! >> Said trying to reason with him, which is manifestly unnecessary, now the poor guitar had become a hostage \u0026lt;\u0026lt;BILLIE JOE! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want something in return. >> He said at one point, struck by divine inspiration.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Put on my shirt. >> Tom stared at him in surprise.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm not staying inside your shirt! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Then the T-shirt ... This! >> He picked up an old t-shirt Ramones .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'close ... >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Even the jeans to me are wide, then you are fine! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>> The boy replied, raising an eyebrow \u0026lt;\u0026lt;That stuff not put. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So do not give you the guitar. >> Snapped Billie haughty, slouched in his chair, with that poor instrument between her legs. Tom gave a
to angry and say that the youngest among them was he, Billie was not ripe?! The
snatched his clothes and went to the room putting it in, it took him twenty minutes to have the courage to go out and present to his eyes with the clothes of his absolutely perfect measure.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're right. >> Was the comment by Billie , accompanied by a smile as she looked him from head to toe \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why do not you dress like this more often? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why not, now, the guitar! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not right away! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How not now?! >>
Billie got up and walked around, staring at millimeter by millimeter, eyeing your large chest swathed in a black T-shirt, his biceps, half hidden by the fabric, legs sunk into a pair of pants that made full justice, and a seat that seemed to shout things fabulous sconce.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now I can get my c. .. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shut up. >>
Billie grabbed her wrists loosely, approaching his face, drowning in his dark eyes, round and drooping like a puppy. She smiled, brushing the tip of the nose.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E '... so urgent? >> Whispered softly blowing on his lips. Tom hesitated for a moment, hands of Billie were pleasantly warm on her skin, everything about him was still pleasantly warm.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;... No. .. >>
Billie smile widened, she expected that answer.
He bent over her mouth and began to suck very slowly piercing Tom, gently, almost tickling the boy trembled slightly, inhaling the strong scent intense male.
He knew he should not have had to play, had to prove there was a concert tomorrow, and he did not know a fucking song.
shuddered again when the language of Billie raided in his mouth, calling her in a sensual dance that struck him with a burst of heat that does not even remotely thought of escape.
Fuck this song.
Tom laid his hands on his shoulders, and then unite them behind his back, gathered in a kiss that was way off more fiery, deep, lips against lips continued to taste them, and seek to divide, unite and stick together, allow time to flow and the temperature would rise slowly, his hands became more daring, climbed and descended along the body, sighs that they were running and lost everything perfect sense.
Billie weight dragged him up in the room, fell sprawling on the bed pulling her clothes, revealing bare skin finally, the singer felt his hips leaving four long rows of reddish nails, Tom's passing then nipped the clavicles the language above, by sliding along her neck, long chin, until you return to her lips and kissed each other while Billie undid the button of his jeans, feeling a shiver of pure excitement at the thought that they were his, belonged as well as the body which now were in it, full of her unmistakable smell like an indelible mark over time.
Tom grabbed him by passing his hands on his back, tracing the spine and then down meekly to the firm buttocks, the left strip slightly before opening the shirt he wore Billie and go against him, or was Billie to go against Tom, it did not matter.
continued to rub against each other, panting, morbid desire, they stripped just enough time to finish together, choking moans for more self-respect for decency, Tom bowed his head with his eyes shut, no l & rsquo , would have permitted even under torture, but he liked it.
could not live without Billie Joe, without his kisses, his body, his presence all around him. The
put his fingers through his dark hair, dragging it back toward you, Billie did not cadergli lever arms to him, took it, owned it gracefully, with that maddening slowness that was typical of him, when he wanted damn it literally, when he wanted to spoil that pleasure without him feel that he was trying desperately, he enjoyed playing with his senses and make him mad, and we could, we could all holy time.
Tom would have wanted to shout something, but he knew that if he succumbed to temptation would have done nothing but beg him to go faster, more and more, and no date gliel'avrebbe never won.
Especially because not yet had his guitar.
He bit his finger in his throat while holding a variety of pants more or less coherent, Billie molds a trail of kisses down my neck and face to forgive, as she began to get serious, very seriously, making road inside him and trying every sensitive point, not that Tom had a lot of it, but Billie knew where it will come looking. And he found them immediately.
Tom stiffened his back, without breath, literally broke up between the sheets when he heard Billie press firmly on her erogenous zone, there, again and again, if you could no longer hope that all came after it ends as quickly as possible, or wish that the torture wantonly entrancing continue forever, we just thought, he shut his eyes when he heard his thoughts propel many sparks of gold, called Billie , he pronounced his name once, twice, eight times in a row as a discordant dirge, he did not pray, strangely, he kissed her, raped her her lips and her piercing service by giving it what he wanted, he went into him a few more times until he felt it tremble, and then collapsing exhausted.
It took only a few more seconds, and he too was in an exhausted sigh, then propped on one elbow to cadergli not me.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My ... guitar! >> Tom gasped without even waiting for the aftermath of the orgasm fades.
Billie sighed in exasperation, putting down his drenched forehead on his shoulder.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;If you promise me that we do it again tonight, I'll try for the whole day. >> Tom
seemed an acceptable compromise.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Woodbury Outlet By Taxi

We fight often - OneShot

Title: We fight often
Fandom: RPF Tokio Hotel
Rating : Red
Genre: Erotic,
introspective
Notes: Slash,
lemon
Characters: Bill Kaulitz, Tom Kaulitz
Note: The p0rnfest # 4 does this and more. My first Twincest . I know that I came to nothing special, yes, I definitely could have done better, but unfortunately I'm very tired today, and this was my most also say that lately have little scope for incest, then I could not think about the right time. I hope you will forgive me, and I hope it is not coming off a ridiculous crap. For the prompt "We just wanted to talk" , here is the FF! (But goes, but from?)

was a bit 'that they had an evening to themselves. Make better use immediately.

We fight often


And you know it's wrong, knows it too, you know very well both, what flows in your veins is the very same blood that has given you life, the same cells, the same flesh, the very same scent.
But no matter.
does not matter, because what binds you is beyond the threshold of reality What goes on between you can not be understood by anyone, and you know it, you noticed long ago, you closed your feelings in a bubble away from prying eyes, because the world does not know the world does not understand, only those who are like you could do it, but certainly those who are like you will not come to speak, instead, to be held closely guarded secret in its folds of their hearts, and basically that's okay, not a problem. Frem when Tom
touch you with his forefinger, leave your finger with a lightness infinite along the side of your thin and light, the cost goes up to stop at your chest, and kisses you, you feel her piercing press on your lower lip, the juice, you want it, you hold of him as you own, and basically it really is.
You are close on the bed, like two snakes intertwined by the same identical colors, you twist a winding under the other, skin to skin, the temperature rises and your hearts that have begun to beat in unison, there is no one at home, Simon has come out for a few hours, there is little time, ever so little time to explore, to merge, you need a morbid felt both, tingling, necessary, when it does not happen for a long time you become intractable as a wounded beast and Tom closes itself without saying a word, the absence of meeting your soul makes you mad, so you will never to separate, so amongst you will always be like, forever.
crossed his knees around his hips shoving her fingers through her hair, gently pull them to him, he'll bite your neck out of spite, as when you were kids, stifled a laugh in another passionate kiss, savor his stiff back and muscular, listen on you its hard body, tanned, the Bill that you've become, you do not want to miss time in the preliminaries, there is always room for one, tickles a leg and is lost in your smile, kiss him everywhere, tracings with those lips cheekbones that are so fantastically identical to yours, leave you like you're petting a girl from his hands as gnarled of yours, the circles, squeeze and then leave, you know he's thinking the exact same things they are giving birth to your mind, and excite you, look right through you like a thunderbolt to realize that the ecstasy You could stand there, eyes closed and without a word and he would understand immediately what you're looking like you want it, he knows everything about you, you read minds and sneaks into your dreams obscene, slips into your soul, because he is the piece that you have not, and you're the missing piece to him.
Pant without worrying about making noise, take her face in her warm hands and kiss him, his voluptuous language clashes with your exact moment in which is wedged within you, it does not hurt, has a lot of time that stage there, because as soon as you feel it rubbing against your skin you know it's something that you can not escape, which does not want steal in any way, and everything is so relaxed, automatic , do you take, makes me, your chest goes against his in an identical panting breath, feel it move inside of you, every push is a step closer to becoming one, open your legs and close your eyes, you let yourself go, let time for him to carry everything, I admit, so you know that the next time you'll be to take the reins, I always leave it because you love someone, you want a world of good, and so do you want him, perhaps more than even your parents think . The nails in tears
biceps trembling with lust, contracts and relax the muscles of the abdomen and pelvis for a better welcome, you feel like deep down, you feel like everything , like, you feel the need like air, you hit a lip spreading his arms in surrender, surrendering completely to those moves that you are digging a see-saw its way into your body, anxious, not expecting much, Tom kisses, hugs you, caresses you everywhere, it attracts more and more against you with one hand on his head, half choking cry suddenly when rubbing against your most sensitive area, Tom pulls the sheets because he knows, he tried , there is no escape, are indivisible in and out, the pleasure in you rises in exactly the same level, at the same speed, insignificant within a few minutes and you find yourself gasping at the same time, reaching a climax that leaves you exhausted sister between the sheets, lying naked and neighbors, staring at the ceiling and restore normal breathing.
"Well ... What we say to Gus and George, since we gave him the hole again tonight? "Tom application after quarter of an hour in which you have kept hand in hand.
"We just wanted to talk." Bill answered promptly, the genius of the excuses at the last second. And Tom laughs.
"So we had a fight today?" Nod with a sly expression "E ' the second time this week, we are not fighting a bit 'too? "
" Come on, you know that for us it is never too much. "

Average Price Of A Wedding Mandap

For your eyes open - OneShot

Title: For your eyes open
Fandom: RPF Singers
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic, insightful
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: 30 Seconds to Mars , Placebo
Note: All right, I did that too, happy? For p0rnfest # 4 I can live with you too, even those that do nothing but ask a full-blown rape XD Ok, I did not rape anyone here, but I think you are happy, is not it? No, I do not think I be wrong XD For the prompt "Imagination", here is a stupendous FF that our protagonists and the equally adorable adorable Brian Jared!!

for All you! Inspired by a sadistic

out of the ordinary.

For your eyes open


What was he going to Jared ? Everything. Just about anything.
Brian looked at him for dressing and undressing fight with his shirt did not want to slip on his arm, the tight pants that drew her legs, and the masterpiece that was his perfect ass, Jared was an eighteen year old trapped in a body forty of which showed winds. There were not many like him.
stared back and forth, watching his sculpted abdominals get forward at every step timidly, her pink nipples, two adorable flower buds that were willing to be tortured, his back tanned and smooth, thin shoulders, and the veins in emphasis on muscular arms, everything about him was able to take your breath away, because Jared was a god, or something very similar, as was the presumptuous but in reality cares little or nothing of their beauty. Brian
sometimes unleashed a whole army of filthy thoughts about him, it was fun to think about what he could do. Jared was a man more candid, sensitive, delightful he had ever met in his life. Inspired by a sadistic
out of the ordinary.
So, every now and Brian stopped to look at him in the dressing room to prepare for the upcoming concert, and gave free rein to the imagination.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Where is my caffèèèèèèè ?! >> Jared said trying to slip a shoe on one foot. Brian
imagined slide ice cubes down his spine perfectly designed, directed, he imagined his breath become shorter, stiff shoulders and shake the goosebumps, I imagined while he tried to stand still while the drops trickled frost along its wet skin, to the firm side, until arriving at the dock and get even lower, touching his buttocks firm, like ripe apples to bite. Brian
imagined lay it on a bed, then take a black leather whip and let it run down his chest, tickling gently, then tortured her nipples, imagining them as swelling fruitlets red, swollen, which did not ask for more than a little 'attention, touch them, touch them, look at Jared who tried not to move even for not inviting to end the game, watching his chest rise and fall and feel the His voice plan panting, pleading, praying silently not to quit. Brian
imagined licking her belly, licked his skin smooth and swollen, watching his muscles to contract by the heat, excitement, dwelling on his navel, tickle him, grab her hips and move your fingers and onto her thighs muscular, slightly parted in a last gasp of instinctive modesty, he imagined touch it anywhere, let wander slowly along each line the tips of his legs to make him their presence felt on his body, feeling it twitch with each beat, his hands look desperate to cling sheets, his head thrown back and his eyes emissions by voluptuous on the rise, watch her expression totally kidnapped by an ecstasy that had been held at all, caressing her lips with his fingers, feeling her soft kisses and his tongue moist act fully in the throes of pleasure, immersed in the delirium of the senses. Brian
imagined to descend among his thanks, slip between her thighs that opposed the minimum resistance and swing very slowly, lost in his body hard, anxious waiting, give him the pleasure slowly, millimeter by millimeter, to hear every little moan, imperceptible thrust, sinking in him being careful not to hurt him, violating his flesh quivering and while playing nicely with his excitement, look, feel shaking trying to hold every grain of ecstasy that was Brian's giving back, relax and contract at the same time, imagined he saw her languid eyes, bright with lust fix it, beg, begged him not to stop for any reason, be making a great desire to stop moving and be bad, very bad. Brian imagined
do not do it, not this time, he imagined to satisfy him, continue to deflower with exquisite gentleness that was obviously the pleasure beyond all limits, imagined to caress her face, put your hands in your hair blond and kiss his neck, feeling his pheromones emitted as a scent immersed in his unique scent, to feel his muscles tense in unison, to hear her muffled scream, to watch a couple of tears of gratitude in his eyes fattisi get a deep blue. Brian imagined
Jared that embraced him languidly, remaining in that position for hours, to sleep together.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh man ... >> The voice of Jared put an end to his dream with open eyes, drawing his attention \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Can you help me? >> Asked him softly, holding out his wrist and a bracelet of cloth of a light pink color.
Brian smiled at him and tied him to the wrist, right between the green and blue bracelet as he knew he wanted to.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Thanks. >> Whispered the shirt fit snugly so that light would be removed very soon. Brian hugged hold you tight, then gave him a kiss on the lips, which lasted for some minutes \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I wait? >> Asked, whispering close to his face.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;As always. >> Brian smiled, then start looking up the stairs to go on stage. Sometimes
Brian wondered what was best.
imagine or experience it?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

How To Get Dahvie Vanity's Hair

Enjoy the silence - OneShot

Title: Enjoy the Silence
Fandom: RPF My Chemical Romance
Rating: Orange
Genre: Erotic
, angst (weird, huh?)
Notes: Slash,
lemon
Characters: Frank
Iero, Gerard Way
Note: For the
p0rnfest # 4 have sold his soul to the devil (do not worry, when you understand , who has to do with me make it immediately), and here I am with the second, I say second FF dedicated to My Chemical Romance . Beat me!


You want silence, you just want to be alone to think not, but you can not.

You can not, because there will always be that he will occupy your thoughts.


Enjoy the Silence


There were times when everything was becoming unbearable, everything from the words spoken just to joke that the sky was not blue is waiting for us, to look a little crooked to the rope that was not enough pulled, insignificant details that no one would notice the normal days, but on other days they became a source of irritation, visceral hatred and anger.
In those days, Gerard preferred to go out and sit on fire escapes to calm down, breathe and cool off strong not to explode in front of others, or to his wife, his daughter, or anyone else in its path.
That was one of the days where he wanted to be alone, without anyone to speak, standing in complete silence and not thinking about anything, listen to CDs, draw, but no people, no human noises, no.
Promptly, Frank opened and closed the door, sending smoke even in the little silence that was granted. He sat down beside him, wearing a sweatshirt and a ridiculously huge baseball cap. Did not open his mouth, he just stand there beside her hands fidgeted with a pen, Gee tried to ignore, but ignore Frank Iero was groped as not to make a case to stay in the albino alligator .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Need? >> Gerard asked, without looking.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No.>>
silence again, but what a Gee did not like, because it left too much open.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So what are you doing here? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I take a little 'air. >> Gee
straightened hair like a neurotic tic, it occurred to him evil for a reply, but swallowed it, it was not the case.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We were so close, once. >> Frank then said, relaxing back against the step behind him \u0026lt;\u0026lt;You told me once when something was wrong. >>
The day was getting worse by the minute.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You can see that we grew up. >> Gee said in acid tone.
Frank sighed, gave up the pen, and turned toward him, crossing his eyes. There was no particular emotion, only ... Bitterness.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why are you angry with me? >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No I'm angry with you! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes you are. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Gee. >> When he used that tone was not much to do. Damn, Frank never lost his ability to look inside \u0026lt;\u0026lt;You Are you angry with me. Why? >> Gerard
turned away, he wanted to stop to tell her thoughts, she wanted to stop to peer into his soul and left him in peace. At least a stupid day.
Another silence that lasted for minutes, until Frank's hand rested lightly on the shoulder, making him feel its warmth. How
hated Frank. How he hated himself, and the fact that he could not stay away, to depend on him as a medicine.
Gee did not matter for the moment, at least we tried, but could not resist that much, he turned up, cursing, because he would never had won against Frank, ever.
The guitarist put her chin on her shoulder, close to his face, looked at him with those big eyes that were languishing on the puppy come to the dental caries only at the thought. Then he gave a faint smile, those sweet like sugar icing, the discontent of those who melted like snow in the sun Gerard.
Frank leaned a little and put her soft lips on her, licking slowly Gee not escaped, stood still feel that kiss with a tenderness as possible.
Why him? Because Frank had decided that he must be himself, just Gerard Way, all deserve unconditional love? What had he done to conquistarselo?
tried to drive away Frank leaned against him, but without being heavy, it's like a cat would have rested with the owner, continued to kiss until Gee did not budge and closed her mouth, allowing the other to slide in and do a little shiver. His tongue was exactly as he remembered Gee, delicate, soft and warm, something that there is never tired of touching, sucking, was delicate and bold, candid and inviting, confused, swept inexorably toward him, but they may ; escape.
The loud noise of the siren of an ambulance destroyed them, just long enough for Gerard to depart and getting up, taking away from something that felt that they should avoid at all costs. The reason, he still could not understand it.
went back and walked down the aisle, Frank invariably ran behind, but still did not utter a word, as if he knew Gee not stand. Frank always knew everything.
took his arm, stopped him, looked him in the eye again, you could not escape its alabaster look, she kissed him again, Gerard would have wanted to shout but he also wanted to not do it, not realizing he was more ; nothing, it was confusing, too confusing, had not idea of what he wanted, so when the guitarist led him towards a languidly from the room lights off did not resist, let the shut behind them, was running the key in the lock and hugged him.
They were hugging, close to one another, for a time that seemed endless, a muffled silence that seemed to Gee heaven on earth, which will free the mind, and the smell, the body of Frank against her did the rest, did everything else undesirable.
Gerard took away the hat of cock and threw it in the dark over the table, passed his hands on his hips, sneaked under the sweatshirt, under her shirt, felt his back, was hot, crossed the line of her spine that twitched under his touch, Frank took over his mouth again, this time made more of a , urgent, more hungry, thirsty, gathered in a fiery union while running her fingers anywhere on the skin under the clothes, pulling them, raised them, until they both ended up lying on the ground to sigh deeply, flesh against flesh, like a dance, or an oath.
Without hurry, without much pressure, they left it was a sort of calm to dictate the pace frantic, Gerard pushed Frank with his back gently to the floor and climbed over him, kissed him with her face in her hands and took it, stifled a groan in his throat when he came in, a few seconds time and began to sink slowly in the His body, awakening in Gee a flood of feelings that one believed that he had forgotten.
How long have not made love, two hours a day, six months, three years? They had never done them both, love together? Never mind, did not care, because now they were there, twisting, lost in an embrace exhausting, with Frank that bend to any pressure and planted her nails in the wrists, and Gee that he wanted, he wanted with his whole being, possessed him staring intently, looked at each other, their eyes met and no more left, continued to join with their looks in chains, where you read everything, every detail, every feeling, every bit of emotion, and finally realized that the bond had not been among them were broken, had not vanished, it was merely dormant, but would never have gone, planted too deep, instilled in the soul as a root.
Frank groaned, biting her lips and lowered eyelids for a single while to come back to fix Gerard, who put his hands on his shoulders, leaned over and kissed him, opened her legs a little more and going deeper, to remain silent became more less easy, continued until the orgasm is not caught them almost totally unprepared, shook vigorously and remained there on the ground to recover lost his breath, while every sound he returned to disappear if not that of their breaths.
Suddenly Gerard took off from his body, stood up, reorganization clothes and hair system, back to have that expression of the first inert.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Coated. >> This time he was the first to break the silence. It was nice \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not make me repeat. >> He turned the key and walked out the door, banging as he left, leaving Frank still lying half naked on the cold floor.

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cold metal of palladium and heart - OneShot

Title: Cold heart of palladium metal and
Fandom: Ironman
Rating: Orange
Genre: Armaturofilia (does not exist, but the way you've caught!), Introspective
Notes: Lemon (???)
Characters: Armor, Tony Stark
Note: I saw this prompt and I could not help but think that she must be mine. Ok, it is short and not so interesting, but for the p0rnfest # 4 need to have fun and meet new fields ... So here, for the IRONMAN fandom, and for the prompt " awwww, it fits very well !

Who said armor is a pain to get ?

cold metal of palladium and heart


The skin was d ' duck on contact, early in the morning he always felt a bit 'hypersensitive, especially on rainy days, the heart of palladium was reacting to some kind of nerve impulses, making him feel a pleasant sense of thrill in the flesh, sometimes.
The idea was insane, but who cares, so he lived alone.
He commanded the robot to make him wear the armor, and he knew what he was to meet.
When the parties began to compose his body, he left the delirium of the senses, god! , but it was possible that such a thing happen? Or rather, how could that be so damn sexy, it was possible that the mere wearing of a machine could be assembled so terribly erotic?
The cold hard metal that is glued to the skin creating a warm simply entrancing contrast, clung to him as a smooth but firm dough, it immediately becomes warm, melted with him in a long shiver, as if someone had licked the moisture neck. Then
thighs, the area was particularly sensitive, he lacked the breath every time, the armor treated him with extreme grace, and with a bit of immodesty, approached him slowly and then took him literally making him stiffen his back The same happened in regard to the buttocks, was beginning to think that he did it on purpose, that the symbiosis between the two of them had arrived at a level sufficient to overcome the barrier of human understanding to get the most intimate levels, reaching no name chords .
but they were masterpieces of erotic drive worthy of note.
Tony shivered with pleasure when the armor was completed on the belly and chest, brushing her nipples and the artificial heart, pierced him with a rush of pure carnal passion that spread to every fragment of his body and bones blood, felt a tingling in general, a sort of state of grace total that made him feel good, fine, too, felt like slipping on the armor of him as if he were in the warm waters of the Aegean, relaxing, delicious, fiery that he dug and found the very soul of space among its hormones, causing a feeling similar to orgasm, more mental than physical, but that stunning to throw him off balance, forcing him to take a few minutes before coming back down to earth.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;All right, sir? >> Jarvis asked setting the vision in the eye Tony.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Be ... Very good. >> Nodded his feet. In fact could not be said to feel bad, indeed! \u0026lt;\u0026lt; awwww, it fits very well ! >>

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I hate him - OneShot

Title: I hate
Fandom: RPF Singers
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic ( or something similar)
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: 30 Seconds to Mars , Green Day

Notes : Because now I have started the parade of canon canon or not for p0rnfest # 4, here is a FF from pairing already extensively tested by me, for the prompt "I hate that fucking -green eyes " with Billie Joe Armstrong and Jared Leto in ... fiery attitudes!

Each meeting is a good game .

I hate


are stupid. I'm an idiot, there is no other explanation, are an idiot of galactic dimensions, you deserve someone to take me and my head hard against the sbattesse a wall, could at least turn on the switch, what the fuck!
I'm a grown man, I am a serious person, an actor, a singer, a cool that everyone wants, so why am I doing to treat this way?!
lose my breath when I Billie takes a nipple between his lips, it makes me feel a little sharp teeth, I tremble like a leaf, although I would not do it, I look up at the sky trying to close her legs, but what's the use if not to remember that there are now fallen? Like every fucking time.
I can not resist.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You can see both the strong but not that you're sorry ... >> Murmurs he on my skin, not look at him but I know that alludes to my pants. And what's inside.
I would say something bad, but I can not, his right hand is clutching the most precious thing in my physical body, and I swear that I stop to think, I do not understand anything, I remain motionless beneath his fingers, hoping that start to do something, anything to not be there to focus my hormones and then leave without satisfaction as has already happened.
Billie Joe, this moron!
close my eyes when it starts to get serious, when slowly begins to masturbate, and I tend to clench their fists handcuffs that keep me tied to the headboard of the bed, try not to get lost in the sea of feelings that already are invading bully me, I try to resist him, his scent, his moves, I try not to think that her thighs are rubbing against mine, and wince when I hear his tongue licking his chin, warm, moist, firm, reminds me of him terribly, it drives me crazy, without realizing I relax in his movements, I try to kiss her, I realize I want to hear his voice in his ear.
I bite my lower lip when his fingers became more brazen, more marked on my State, kicked that enough to send me into a frenzy, pushing rod, comes to mind with the nail through the center line, arches his back like a conditioned reflex, gasping, unable to restrain myself. I feel her hair slipping down his face, I let myself go completely tending more and more chains of iron, I go against him when he touches my penis, I feel wet, hard, swollen and full support for the sweaty forehead on his shoulder I am in agony when the frenulum with a swinging motion of the thumb makes me squirt hormones through the roof, moaning against his skin like an animal in a lack of attention, I literally melt against his boil, any more than I mm in torture is an eternity to me is condensed in the veins, and a pleasure to dense, visceral belly up from me, I know, I know, it's all wrong, I should not be here with him, should not be here to make me fuck!
But there are, because as soon as I see his eyes as I speak, make me think of obscene words whispered in a dark room, his hands that run through my body, and by now have learned step-by-step my weaknesses, you can do with me what he wants, and the worst thing is that I enjoy to make me do.
I love it, I can not help it.
Pants again with a drop of sweat down my face, I open my legs rubbing her nipples against the shirt Billie Joe, is rough, or maybe I'm being oversensitive, I do not care, I just know that I'm quivering with pure desire, I feel that I have a morbid need something to complete me, make me feel satisfied, which contrasts this feeling of ascent that can not control.
All this only with the fingers of Billie Joe to make me a saw.
We kiss. I taste her lips have a subtle flavor of cocoa, are soft, fleshy, pleasant to touch, to torture, to own, closing the mouth and allows him to enter his gets to tickle my tongue, and that bitch is no exception, narrows into a hot embrace, you try and let you rub and energize each other, I want it, want it, I ask.
gasping in a jerk when I feel I have touched the line between reality and delusion, I slumped against Billie urging him to go on with my moans, little miss, little miss so ...
And suddenly, everything stops. Billie Joe stops.
It takes me a bit 'to be aware, and when you understand where I am, I open my eyes and meet her, two emerald gems that I look languid, cat, I completely surround making me blush, I know that I spit, but the only thought that comes to me would be to attack him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Billie ... >> Beg out of breath, no, can not do \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please ... >>
She smiles at me and approaches me, putting that wonderful mouth to my ear.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The key is in the drawer. >>
... What! And before I ask, has already got out of bed, let me completely naked, handcuffed to the back button with an erection and still waiting.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;BILLIE JOE! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sorry Jared . >> I am an amused smile, damn this shit! \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Believe me, it's so beautiful! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;FUCK! >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not be afraid. >> She leaned toward me, running a hand through his hair, stroking his chin \u0026lt;\u0026lt;The next time to recover these. >> I
kisses a long, hot kiss that crushes me at all, then I spring greeting with a wave of his hand and leaves the room.
I knew it, being with him does not bring me anything good, ever! Should I stop myself be carried away by her sensuality, I should send him fuck when I came up with his fucking clear intentions, I end up in bed with the blonde sexiest of the evening, do not run in the room as if Billie we were rabbits in heat!
Why can not I resist?!
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I hate that fucking-green eyes! >> Scream just to vent my frustration.
But then I know next time give me what I want. As usual.

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Rainy Day - OneShot

Title: Rainy Day
Fandom: RPF My Chemical Romance
Rating: Orange
Genre: Erotic ( more or less), angst (weird, huh?)
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: Frank Iero, Gerard Way
Note: For the p0rnfest # 4 I do follies, and this shot is testimony to this. Driven by many people (the dark side, nuuuuuu !!@_@) I decided to experiment a bit 'my skills on My Chemical Romance , which I came pretty darn well. This is no good at all! D: Anyway, for the prompt "'re avoiding me. ", that's what it came out, I hope is not a pocher .


You can pretend all you want, you can lie to you, you can look in the mirror and smile, you can do anything you want.

So you know that sooner or later will destroy you both.

Rainy Day


was cold, a cold February morning, the sky gray and heavy, it was Sunday and the special meeting had been over half an hour, the Studios were completely empty.
Gerard and Frank sat on a bench under the concrete porch, the lights were off newsstand, on that island there were only two of them, in a hushed silence that foreshadowed rain, rain.
the sat side by side, without looking, without saying anything, they were very close but not touching.
Among them was tension, a palpable tension, and they both knew, had already spent too much time together to not notice. He went on like this for a month, maybe two, but had been too proud or too stupid to say so openly. Until
was the right time, only two of them with no one around, with an abysmal silence to make a master that does not claim to be broken.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're avoiding. >> "Frank said, deciding to take the first step. His was not a question. But a finding.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You're getting married. >> Another observation that had responded to everything. All solved now, right?
No.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Gee ... >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You owe me an explanation. >> Gerard interrupted \u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm married, right? >>
Frank sighed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I do not want to explain. >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;So I do not want to hear more. >> And
closed the speech. It was not difficult. It was not anything.
Frank got up and was tired of sitting on the moisture, walked a little, pulling up the collar of his jacket for protection against the cold, slowly began to fall a thin drizzle that stained the courtyard. Frank
retraced his steps, stopping next to Gerard. She stood there for a few minutes before the other one decides to look up at him. Frank smiled and offered his hand. Gerard stared at her skeptical, before resigning and taking it, not pressed, touched only was Frank to pull it up get it up reluctantly, forced him to walk beside him, hand in hand, listening to the noise cushion the drops that were dying on the pavement.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;continue for long? >> Still talking about Frank.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; I do not know. >>
Frank looked up at the sky, stopping and parandosi in front of him, his hands on his shoulders.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; Gee, what's between us will not change! >> Said, staring straight into the clear eyes, seemed to have made even more ethereal.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why, what's between us? >> Replied the other, indifferent \u0026lt;\u0026lt;There was never anything, you're just a guitarist, and I was the lead singer of a band stupid. >>
The slap came straight at him, the scratched almost made him ill, not for the force with which he had been given, but for what it meant.
Gerard put his fingers to his cheek flushed, turning to look at Frank, who was staring at him with rapid breathing, and his fingers still raised, it was an automatic gesture, dictated by instinct. Gerard knew he deserved esserselo.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not say never. >>
came upon him, he printed the lips on the mouth, snatched a kiss intense that he knew so much anger, frustration, repression, Gerard is braced against him not to fall backwards from the fury which had been invested, not escaped, his language comes to life with mixed feelings that clashed one with each other, that they hated to death, but which produces a passion that stole the breath that stole it to both, keeping them glued for a few long minutes and then forcing them to separate only for lack of oxygen.
Frank took him by the scarf, pulling him into a corner under the gallery of a porch, a small dark space, cool, a blind alley hidden from all eyes, Gerard was there that slammed against the wall with little grace and kissed him again, pressing against him, grabbing his tongue, his lips, leaving a force, intensity, oppressed by a desire to hurt him, make him understand that was not all there, that was all over, no, never would have accepted.
is lost in a frantic kiss, as if it were the last, as if the world was to expire the next day, with a hint of hidden despair, Gerard clung to his arms, hugged him, he let go by closing eyes hoping that the reality not return to torture him again, the hands of Frank ran down to the belt of the singer, fiddle pulling Indelicato, and when he finally managed to unfasten the button of silver jeans came off, brow to brow, staring into the eyes panting, there were so many of those unspoken words that would not be enough for a whole day to listen to, and not worth it, it was too late, too late. Frank Gee
turned and tablets against the wall, adhering to his back, clasped his fingers with his, it violated stifling a groan, Gerard clenched his teeth, so suddenly It hurt, it was so bad that he wanted to prove that pain forever.
They stood for a moment, then Frank gave him a slight bite to the neck before you start to move rhythmically, starting up and going ever stronger, ever more vigorously, Gee slammed his head against the wall and not to yield , would not, could not, not if it would never be forgiven, but he could not, when he was with Frank when he was with him in those moments when everything vanished and left only the two of them something happened, something that but there should have been, and could not control it, control it, lie and say that did not like was a lie that burned, because that was his life, Frank was his life, and admit it made him so scared just like to know that it was the same for him, something too big for both, sooner or later would explode as victims claiming their hearts.
But now that same heart was telling him it was not important, was telling him to send fuck common sense, because time is not waiting, not waiting for anybody. So
Gee relaxed and switched off completely the mind, taking to adapt to the pressures of Frank in his body, went mad feel in touch every part of himself against the wall melting groaned, shook his hand and drank with avidity all the pleasure that was struggling to get the better of him, and had the pleasure blinded him like a flash taking away all possible resistance, cried when he felt he had reached an impassable limit, he heard Frank's body leaning against his hot, tight to his belly, united as if they were not due to never separate, and that hurt more than anything else.
It took only a few more push, then it was pleading with a sigh, wishing to die at that very moment, in the arms of Frank, which reached its climax twin a few miserable seconds away, hugging herself.
's what we were reduced to having to fuck dark corner so as not to give up something that was destroying them, that sooner or later he would do it, shattering everything.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I love you. >> Frank whispered in his ear, passing a hand over his forehead drenched \u0026lt;\u0026lt;And I will love you forever. >> Gee
closed his eyes, he wanted not to hear, he wanted to not be so happy for those words, he wanted to feel guilty, he wanted to many things.
A tear fell on his face, then another, then another, broke into tears without a word, letting the desperation finally take its deserved place on the podium, he girded him tenderly kissing Frank's face, still inside her body, not knowing what to do.
He wanted to cry too.

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E 'mild - OneShot

Title: E 'delicate
Fandom: RPF Green Day
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic ( I tell you! )
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt

Notes: Oh, now I can finally say I made the happiness of a lot of people! Also for the p0rnfest # 4, for the prompt " E 'delicate " , here is the long awaited highly anticipated BIKE directly Written by the hands of the champion of Bike !
So I did my part even p0rn on this pair XD

And there are those moments when you think you could break it if you treat him badly.

E 'delicate


And there are those moments when you think that if Whether you break the bad.
You know it delicate.
Or at least, when they want him. It is the same
Billie Joe ever, is the same soft-eyed little boy who asks you to sleep with you, is the same school friend that gives you chocolates on Valentine's Day is always the same, that at this time you're slamming on the sofa with little grace and assails you, many without taking off his shirt and throwing it in the preambles to the corner, climb astride badly on you and slip your fingers through your hair to get hurt, or at least, if you would only hurt his mouth was not glued to your own and you explain what is going inch by inch of you.
And you know that it will, all right if you will.
Like his body, thin, pale, dark with those tattoos that stand out as an eyesore, that hair always put the dick and those eyes that make you his favorite slave, you can not resist Billie , and he can not resist you, try as it's useless, you are made to be opposite poles of two magnets that do nothing but attract morbidly, and when it does start the sparks, stuff from blush to even the most experienced and regular practitioner. But that day
Billie did not want to overdo it, you tired from the long day, just wants an advance, and if you're not willing to give it to him, if he takes it without a layer to get permission. The uncombed
of spite, your kiss lasted an eternity, you will never break away if it was not for lack of oxygen, its language is something more exciting than you've ever found on earth, can drive you nuts just licking the palate, even dragging your license in a spiral in November despite being sweaty, let him do it, you're at his mercy, I like to sit down and see what is invented, or even hear her skin rubs against your asking a sea of attention, the hugs, the string while her lips make you feel heaven, his muscles flickering against yours, we pass over the fingers, the services which, you feel its your nipples masturbating, and when you wonder fuck able to do very well already know the answer, and you like Billie you like in every detail, would you die for him, you had everything imaginable, and you also probably already done so, but again, do again .
Suddenly Billie breaks away from your mouth, foreplay lasted too, kneels astride you and begins to trade your jeans, you'll rake in even a minute, completely naked, and he does the same, you've always admired his audacity, especially at certain times.
We grasped each other like animals, now, flesh against flesh, the contact becomes more intense, more tangible, more intimate, every caress the sensitive part as he does the same with you, play with your bodies, so now we know every weakness of the other, a tremendously sensual treasure hunt that brings the adrenaline, sex should not be so fundamental, yet feel unable to do without.
Maybe because your not just sex.
Billie Joe pushes you back against the cushions of the sofa, there's no one home, thankfully, and has the air of one who does not care not to make you scream or not. We love it, makes you a shiver down the spine, you only rapes his mind, and behold, that's where you see that is Billie that you could never do without .
I kissed another wet, very long time before he'll open his legs, neck to give you a lick and penetrate you with a single thrust, it takes your breath for a moment, it's a bit ' bad, but you like, you like because you know that pain is a grain of sand in a desert of pleasure which is already fitting into you, you relax with panting Billie who returns to nibble on the earlobe , looks you in the eyes and smiles at you in that you fatally crushes any possible resistance, and begins to oscillate, it begins to press your inner, slowly at first, it makes you get used to his presence and at the same time makes you damn why you want that everything was faster, curse him, his body and his fuckin sensuality that sends you into a frenzy every time with nothing, breathe deeply to keep a bit 'of behavior, which regularly lose when he penetrates you with more decision, doing it on purpose to hear you moan, pressing and recedes back and forth like a pendulum, hot and hard, you feel his excitement raging inside you, and it is as if you had never felt better, never felt more at peace with the world, and at the same time you are in absolute chaos, you get lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure that is possessing you, hug your knees to Billie sides to feel better, deeper, you want it, want everything immediately, you were not aware of being shouted at each thrust, sighing and begging like a virgin at first intercourse, you twist in the breath of Billie that goes with your voice, you move slightly, and then go mad at all, because your knight has centered in the middle of your target and you feel that you are about to die of desire, which does not continue to touch there, there there there, always there will not forgive, never understand anything unless the movement that each pulse you passes from side to side, you violent attacks you and you take making you wish that you never stop, because muscles stiffen everything is amplified, tearing a groan to Billie that is blocked for an eternal moment, you're ready to beg him not to quit when they start again with more energy, you throw open your eyes, arching his back, and then not see anything , devastated by the absolute pleasure, you can not see anything for a few moments where you just shut the gates of heaven, and when they return to earth feel warm, beautiful, wonderful warmth to the abdomen, and then Billie Joe comes down him exhausted, panting on the shoulder without you even more strength to speak.
He puts a hand through his hair soaked with sweat recover normal breathing, and hugs.
Oh yes, he's a sensitive guy.
When in the mood.

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Dream or I'm awake? - OneShot

Title: dream or are awake?
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean RPF
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic ( About )
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters : Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom

Notes: Oneshot (of course) for p0rnfest # 4 for prompt " He was fine with that low-cut shirt " , it really is a trifle of cabbage, Johnny deserves to be treated with honor and not with this shameful fic ... But I hope that if one day will read it (OMG, I would worry me) appreciate the commitment to the final save (my) XD

was just a closet for brooms. Nothing strange, no?

am dreaming or awake?


\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Were you comfortable with the low-cut shirt. >>
Here's what Johnny Depp, the great, mythical, sensual Johnny Depp had said before him into a closet for the broom and close them in, then advancing toward him with a sly smile, those who knew it would won anyway. Orlando
backed ending with his back against the damp wall of the square room, very small, there were no many escape routes, in fact, there was really no.
So he had to sit there, watching, listening to Johnny's large hands rested, tanned chest, your nipples are swelling out of spite that instant, those bloody traitors.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, this. >> He said Johnny, with his beautiful deep voice, reassuring him with those dark eyes, bilayers, those from the Indian thoroughbred to enchant you with their intensity. Orlando
swallowed, even though it was uncomfortable, not really. On the set of Pirates of the Caribbean had faced worst scenes with him, even though they were never aired. It was embarrassing, but not uncomfortable.
Johnny's opened the top button of his shirt white light, revealing his thin chest, even after the sun bronze the ocean, and perfectly smooth. Hope you do not take him for a narcissist.
Johnny took his face in her hands, approached slowly, and kissed him point blank. Orlando rolled his eyes from side to side to see what the heck was going on, but then realized that did not care much.
She lowered her eyes and let him kiss her, kissed him, they exchanged a kiss at first light, superficial, slowly became deeper, breathing in unison, like him, the smell of Johnny was loaded, exuding a magnetic erotic hypnotized, was how to release pheromones in the open air, and Orlando drowning there of her own free will. Would never say that the original was even more attractive than Jack Sparrow .
Johnny touched his slender hips with his hands always warm, like a man through and through, Orlando shivered slightly under his skin, pushed gently against him for fear of combining some damage, was not used to kiss men, Johnny also was not a man. It was just Johnny
.
knew kiss well, a gentleman, that day was not a beard, his chin was smooth and hairless as a girl's face, and Orlando finally resigned himself to embrace him as his language was lost in an elegant meeting with gallant the other, firm but never intrusive.
They shook in an embrace that the temperature rose further, even if that heat was ecstatic, made her feel good soul immorally, his hands became more daring, they were closer, more and more heat, until not to stumble along in an auction dropped to the ground, and found themselves one above the other, lying back with Johnny and Orlando on him that he was trying to not be incinerated by redness on the cheeks.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I, uh ... Heavy ... >> Murmured, not knowing where to put their hands, and Johnny told him very kindly took it from him and placed them on their shoulders, while his plunged into an exploration in that beautiful white shirt that he wore Orlando, followed , for the entire line back, tickled the coccyx, ran his fingers along the ribs making him tremble, and it was damn exciting. Orlando
simply got lost.
is lost in that situation to the limit of the impossible, was lost in the dark eyes of Johnny who occasionally stopped to look before you start to kiss him, was lost in a delirium that was melting the reins of inhibition, fear, and His movements had started to be more driven, more profound, it was getting involved, and was appreciating like crazy.
not take long to find themselves rolling in a confused jumble of legs and arms, including passionate kisses and dresses that were shoved, Johnny was a poison, a toxin that can be slipped under the skin by destroying inhibitions and instilling feelings to the limit of the tolerable, and Orlando did not think even escape this treatment, in fact, one was throwing without even looking.
Both knew that he would like. Orlando
stifled a groan in his throat when he heard the virility of Johnny come into him, he clung to his shoulders, taking a deep breath, licked each other's thighs plan to do to relax, and finally the youngest began to rock above him, eyes closed, with sensations never felt before it unraveled in the blood, and made his heart beat speed doubled. He
lever on his knees without moving quickly on the body of Johnny, he let himself being taken over, gasped for each shot with the abdominal muscles that twitched and stiffened second by second, I felt deeply, increasingly hard, ever more intimate, he did go mad, dragging it monopolized every thought in absolute delirium, hormones screaming frenzy, and the body of Johnny so terribly, overly ecstatic, male, powerful, energetic, breathtaking, he, only, and only him.
Orlando leaned on his chest while continuing to push, did not think of anything that was not the pleasure that he was going in a straight line on the inside, broken breaths Johnny gave him the coup de grace, sensual, haunting, a lengthy spell that made him almost to orgasm, but not if granted it continued, he clenched his teeth and dragged the languidissima, wanton torture again and again, until he was a Johnny come first, and hold hands.
Orlando finally granted his wish that it deserved, very few pushes and he was pleading with a groan, before collapsing on the body of Johnny, in his arms.
now that I think, he did not know where they were. Do not know why, and did not know with whom.
Actually, did not even know if that was the reality, or only a dream.
But do not give a shit really.