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Attila Sassy

* Attila Sassy
(1880-1967)

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Rule The number one

are the last days of an apocalyptic July, the first step away from the sea: how much I miss ... The only consolation is this terrace is a jewel of my apartment on the top floor of an old palace located in the center. Throughout the winter, the fog hid the sun risking making me freeze several. Now, however, seems to stifle wrapped in a shroud of perpetual damp heat ... ... the thin dress she is wearing wet with sweat: the take off and stay naked, then I know my neighbors, who occupy the terrace adjacent to the mine, I'm out for a holiday. My neighbors ... Paul and Laura, Paul ... I get to andarmi to bathe the little fountain that used to water the flowers. While I keep hanging the rubber over the head look at the view over the old iron railing: the dome of the Baptistery of the Duomo and the imposing figure, surrounded by reddish roofs of the houses offer a magical backdrop to reddish lamplight; furthest sprout silhouettes of the ancient walls, and beyond, the shimmering river, now reduced to a near-trickle. Yes, it's a very nice view, but does not move a breath of air ... When the hair is wet the back deck and I surrender, lost in contemplation of boungavillea red-lacquer that I was able to carry here and I invaded the terrace, overlooking with its color on the other flowers seem to be in the midst of a flame which, fortunately, does not heat. I close my eyes and take a sudden and violent a desire to make love. After all have not eaten for 28 days and for me that I regard sex as a basic need to eat and drink, this time is an eternity. But I made a promise before I left: I'd been faithful for two months, whatever the cost for the entire period of your absence. Except that suddenly close to my apartment, vacant for centuries, has been busy, a couple, Paul and Laura in fact. You were just left when I knew them, however, with Paul there was still nothing, for now .. And it is thinking of him, to his hands as I heard before he left, I start to caress her breasts, to twist the nipples, then your head between her thighs, my love, that makes me rub vigorously excited clitoris, while language expert explore my hot chicks, while Paul tries to get me from behind ... In a swirl of licentious pictures in which the faces of two men overlap and confuse I lose myself in a very rapid and violent climax, which I gives an ephemeral peace of mind. I close my eyes, arms and legs abandoned, like a rag doll. And I think back to the last hot month, what happened on this terrace. I gently caress il ginocchio sinistro ancora malandato e il livido bluastro sulla coscia mentre i pensieri vanno e vengono, forse tra poco mi addormenterò, intanto mi perdo nel ricordo. Tu eri appena partito e il caldo già imperversava, quando mi dissero che l’appartamento vicino al mio, sfitto da secoli, era stato affittato ad una coppia, che però l’avrebbe occupato non prima di settembre. Ne fui felice, pensando che avrei potuto godermi il mio ampio balcone per tutta l’estate, senza il timore di essere spiata: infatti le ringhiere unite delle due terrazze formano un grande angolo ottuso, mandando a farsi benedire la libertà cui tengo tanto. Appena arrivata nel nuovo appartamento, ho collocato sul basso muretto che divide i due spazi contiguous huge vases of flowers, so you have some 'privacy, even of a minor and my beloved cat to avoid too many laps on the roofs nearby. So that evening the first of the month, already afosissima, I was lying, as now, naked and wet with sweat and water waiting for a breeze to freshen up, the last thing I remember before falling asleep was the tail big cat that disappeared between the two big pots of hydrangeas. The mewing of the cat woke me up: I opened my eyes and saw the smiling face of a man emerge from the vessels. Shaking the beast in her arms, with absolute disregard for my nakedness asked him: "'her this?" I jumped up and grabbed a towel, but the face of my new neighbor (because it was him) remained imperturbable even look at the tits or legs, kept looking at me in the face, handing me the cat miagolante. "Who are you?" I asked, question redundant. "His new neighbor, soon comes my wife, we decided to do that earlier, tomorrow we move ..." "Well, if so, is' I say, handing him a chair," I wear a dress and we do know, because that the terraces are our neighbors ... "We chatted a bit ', I realized that Young was less than had seemed among the hydrangeas, about forty, very tall and strong, had a solid appearance, marked by a few wrinkles in his face stood out eyes, blue and very mobile, he spoke calmly, with measured gestures, also said, as I was to fall, that this was his city, and that all the summers were so, he then he did not feel all that hot. As he spoke stroking the cat that was sleeping peacefully on her lap. Nothing sexual went off between us, no mystery biochemical attracted our bodies, a little later I met his wife, a girl of about thirty-five small (it was an effect close to him so high), blackberry and sweet, very kind. However, even if I had tried some interest, I would have choked at all costs, committed to the principle: "Married men are off limits, never be disloyal to another woman, whatever the cost." But that was a month ago, had just started fasting sex, and then ... our relationship became closer, we moved often on their terraces to talk late into the night, ate together, we exchanged friends. Of course I had to learn to turn to the terrace dressed, because some of their guests were visibly willing to ease my loneliness (temporarily knew I was free and maybe they sensed too hungry), while he did not seem to notice at all of my body. Prada convict was, to paraphrase the poet. Last week I decided to make me a super gift, a pair of Prada sandals turquoise, I have a passion for sandals laced to the ankle, heel tall and thin, possibly a prestige brand and therefore expensive. Completed the purchase I wanted to wear them once, but I was in a hurry for a change, and my balance on those stilts was quite unstable. Arrived in the front door, almost running, slipped on the polished floor, I found myself on the ground with a great pain in his left knee and the palms of your hands ruined and bloody. I felt like I was a young girl raised by two strong arms weak and I found myself in front of the worried face of Paul, who arrived in the lobby to leave, I found her lying groaning in lion's skin. "But how hai fatto a cadere, sono questi tacchi, magari correvi, andiamo, ti accompagno a casa…” E mi prese in braccio come se pesassi venti chili, invece dei miei cinquantasei. Tranne mio padre quando ero piccola, nessuno l’aveva mai fatto, anche perché non sono proprio …una bambolina. Mi piacque da morire starmene al sicuro tra quelle braccia maschili, avrei voluto che le scale non finissero più. Come fummo in casa mi fece accomodare sul divano, poi chiese dove fossero disinfettante e garze e con una delicatezza infinita cominciò a ripulirmi, prima le mani, poi il ginocchio; si accorse che a mezza coscia mi si stava formando un grosso livido e ci passò sopra la mano, come per farlo sparire. Stava con il capo chino e I realized how they were letting her hair, which had some white streaks and I found myself wanting to stuffing them with your fingers. I sighed plan when his hand caressed my thigh, he realized that something had suddenly changed between us. He looked straight into my eyes, then I gently touched her face and hair, and her cell phone rang .... The magic moment had passed, he stood up, "Hello, Laura, yes, I'm coming, you begin, I helped the Faith which has fallen, yes, I too, see you soon ..." And then: "Faith, then we left for tomorrow 'Elba, back in a week "... the voice was uncertain and I thought that was a damn stupid, I forgot he was married? I had never broken the rule number one, before, just before I had just threatened to do so. "Hello, Paul, also greets Laura, I'm going to bed early, I hurt my knee, and indeed may Fabiana phone to bed with me." We greeted each other like this .... oh, finally a breath of air, to sleep ... mmmm .... A pungent smell of tobacco makes me sneeze, I wake up, open my eyes and he is here, leaning against the railing, Marlboro between his fingers, watching me sleep. "What are you doing here, Paul?" Wonder "were not meant to go on Sunday?" "For I am alone, I had to make a jump in the studio, James (the partner) did not document ... "(lie, lie, lie ...) Now I see, oh yes, my naked body, not moving, but I caressing all eyes, even I remain motionless, holding his breath , and the excitement rises in me, in concentric waves, increasingly larger. Then turn off the cigarette, take me by the shoulders and lift me: we are facing each other for a moment, I, for once, his face lifted toward his. Threw her arms around my neck and I get up on tiptoe to kiss him: he holds me against him and while biting his lips, raises strength with my ass towards his lap, I will shake your hips with your legs in a pincer move against and feel my sex open his hard erection. He pushes me against the wall, still holding against him, while I open my pants and freeing it rubs against his will. I feel the red hot desire turbulent flow in the arteries. He moans, while the ear breath as I want. I enter with a shot inside, pinned to the wall: "If you knew how long have I guess fuck you, the first time I saw you on the roof, remember? Faith, do you remember? "I can not answer, I am coming, I want it, you do not exist and even more his wife, we are just hungry and my pussy his cock that wants to fill, one female and one male will mate with violence against a wall. Cry, a long time, while Paul goes deeper and deeper inside of me, ending with a gasp, emptying of the seed. I am shocked, slide under him into the house and throw me on the bed of the vagina open like a mouth that has eaten well, runs his seed. There is still leaning against the wall for a moment, then follow me, and strips, stretched at my side. Neither of them speak, what good? He caresses her breast, she bends to kiss him, then returns to his mouth and the desire of him filming me. If you notice, his hand begins to wander between the belly, sex wet and sore nipples. Then, suddenly sits on the edge of the bed, "Here, come here, Faith" I obey, get down and kneel between her legs, then gently take it in your mouth, it is still soft, tender, caress it, lick it while, then I am a mouth full of him. Paul, I dissolve the hair and it sticks in their hands, causing pain that increases my excitement. The movement of my lips and tongue became more frantic, with one hand down between her thighs to give me pleasure. Then he comes, dropping back and your mouth full of thick, hot liquid, and swallowed it greedily. Poggio my cheek on her sex that is losing strength and covered him with kisses rents rents. It makes me get up and lie down next to him: we look in the eye and then hugs me close, my hand in her hair , How nice to be among those strong arms, away from everything. I can feel tiny against him. It is a great feeling and I do not care rather than face so hot ... I do not know how long we remain so, in silence. When you feel thirsty I get up to go to the kitchen to prepare a drink. While traffic and scouring the fridge, I take the door open to cool, and I lean forward and "have a sit talking, we have a weakness for Emilia buttocks as these." I arrived at the back, without my noticing, and I rub against her sex, and I feel it hard again. It makes me put on the table, shakes my hips in his hands and took me from behind ... "It seems to get into a bath of hot oil," he murmurs. And continues to go inside me, with increasing violence, rarely have I "heard" in a man as a "feel" him at this time. It 'just that "feeling" that enhances the eros ... I'm telling you, in fragments of words, and then it seems to me to faint with pleasure, my head is spinning, I grip the edge of the table to avoid falling. He fills me again with a long groan. We're heaving, altered, our bodies glistening with sweat emanate the smell of sex dolceaspro fully enjoyed. "Paul, take a shower," I say "Yes, I think it is necessary to have carpet, I have no age for these marathons ... not your fault, were years that a woman is not so m'intrigava "We go in the shower together is amazing, the fresh water on the skin burning, Paul washes my breasts, with slow circular movements, looks into eyes and he said: "No, you do the good, no, Faith" But I'm already on my knees to kiss his sex under the running water and in the meantime I think I've really tried to be faithful to it, have been for a entire month ... then ... yes, Paul is married, I have broken my rule number one, but it will not happen ever again, was an exception. It's not really the exception that proves the rule?

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