What Qualities Do You Need To Be Good Nurse?

Erotica Reticulatae

you lie to me. Not obscene, not "plump", or how these impertinent plebiscitary words like hot, swollen, not to the extreme like a soaked tumor. You lie there, relaxed, almost panting. Your skin is tinted rough and strong, dancing hills and valleys in miniature at my fingertips. Round shapes are nestled in my palm.
Then I press the thumb into the hollow, tear your skin and inject me against a couple of fine droplets that I wet the chin. My thumb dig deeper under your skin, separating it from your innermost being divided in a wet facts accomplishments, not even satisfied. Do this, this goes much deeper, which is suddenly skill, these steaming hot breath here, this Destroy and make him vulnerable and club takeovers. Animalistic desires.
throw with a quick snort, I continued, finally your skin. You are in my hands - shiny, but concealed the same time. More bad than good though, the white fringes barely keep a look at your beard, open, from your deepest weakness, but in your innocence, you do not want to give you the last nakedness. Self-deception in moral intoxication.
grab with wet fingers, I in the hole, pull apart up, the smacking sound of a buzzing drives me goose bumps through the neck. You give up reluctantly and my fingers can not resist it, until you give up control and cohesion to raw and vulnerable to rest in my hands. I have a part of you, and then another until I have everything up as a whole.
desires. You get me through the ceiling, skull fracture, out from inside and outside clean.
I devour you. We
merge. If I bite it, it shoots through my mouth, a sweet fog, light, fleeing, and present simultaneously aware of the throat down to the stomach sliding up to the solar plexus, where a deep, universal peace comes. Shaky indeed, but not nervous: expectations, knowing every moment knowing in advance to him but to experience again. An insistence that burning is suddenly given way, piece by piece it burns higher and

"Feng. Do not tell me that you're currently aufgeilen of a tangerine."
"... is the pleasure! Pleasure, I say!"
"pervert."

- fed up I swallow the last remaining Mandarin.