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"Quod Scripsi, Scripsi"

(understand that and I can not correct?;-P)

Sappho falls in love a girl

Sappho was The most beautiful of all the party, tortured by loneliness amid the bustle absurd for her birthday, smiled for all the expectation of the concert they had prepared his friends kept looking at that woman she began to adjust microphones with an incredible voice. Remember

immortal night where the light fell on his face livid outrage shortly before submitting his voice imperceptible "The most fascinating song, Pictures of You, The Cure, with love for you", great interpretation of that girl woman I barely knew it was a hard performance that warmed women's hormones. Its very white skin, his beret styling her hair, her big eyes and his lips extravagant amortized the loneliness that suspended in time.

Unwittingly, the small figure flees his recall, two weeks ago that party where he heard her sing for the first time, in honor of his birthday, twenty-nine. The singer accepted his friendship, gifts sent to him days later, calls to see how he was, without foreseeing that he had an intense love that encouraged just talking with just singing, just by existing.

Eros sings like a bird English

had been five minutes from the time agreed, while she doubted if I should leave, he came as fast as he could and waved. Eros hello , do not panic. Do you? The waiting in the corner, I thought it would not come. You treat me for. I can not. Why? Because you're the doctor. Please treat me to you, talk in the coffee of the next street. No thanks, I walk better. With the first steps in the discomfort of feeling disappeared observed by passersby who looked surprised. Was it the first time they saw a girl dressed in black, with black nail polish and dark shadows in your eyes? Never understand a consummate singer and thought it would be the last time I was waiting there, dressed as Dracula's daughter in a mall.

nervous, long hair and shabby appearance of whom accompanied her, walking suspicious, imagining its dismemberment in view of everyone in a restaurant either, the better to be on the street, with multiple opportunities escape if necessary. Did not think to accept any edible, the traps would be for her that day. No way.

I had known for a page Internet social, he had mentioned that his tastes were similar, and sent the groups songs she liked, she paid no interest, until he started talking about his depressive trance, and he offered her help, telling him that many sometimes had treated similar cases. Her child in her madness, had drawn a face that was similar to that afternoon, a man with long hair, wavy, savior of souls and spirits bloody. Reflected in papers all dark poems he dedicated to . Was sure would please him and it was.

was the first time they had seen, walked the streets near the domain him. I knew it was dangerous, suicidal, but needed help, needed to feel that he lived. He told the reason for their problems, and he kept looking at her until she blush, invited him back for coffee, she refused. Then ice cream. I do not want, thank you, if you so hungry you go with but I do not invite me. Why so elusive. No, I have no hunger for truth.

sat in a restaurant is many blocks from the starting point. He relaxed when talking about music. So you're a singer. Yes, a professional singer. You like any particular style. The rock, of course. Smiles for the first time all night. Gave him a disc of songs from the best artist of all time. She watched him excited, it was impressive to see him sing with his eyes closed, feeling his face burst in each English word, his lips were about a man who sold the world. That song is very good. Of course, the better. The two began singing . She sensed that at that time I was in love with this stranger, and not reject their kisses when they parted, and are not offended when he told her to go see the stars, and not intimidated to say what would be his first time and never left him, even though the infamous mark of disloyalty was sealed on the lost kisses another woman.

Eros, love in its purity, had lodged in his heart.

The Volupia explodes in the supreme sound of a tom.

She was aware that his first was not going to be the last, to come others, it was his destiny to be an apprentice and teacher, singer and spectator.

The city turned off its lights, that night he had defined what love felt for her, how much they coveted his skin, and how unhappy he was committed to see the bird English. She just tried to hide in the balcony, eager to leave that meeting without remorse. Its proximity to the wind fell silent. She looked at the sky, pleading, hoping not wish, valiantly resist the urge, like the time he pulled the pole in the middle, before the fast, battery ready to play freely.

was ready for that animal which has not yet persuaded, and made her change of feeling, she still loved her first man, in every touch, when he came down the curve of her neck, he repeated that he was in love with another , and while covering his hot kiss mouth she screamed that she loved her savior, the boy regaled him with pain, sensual an invitation to make the balcony a transparent bed in the middle of the sky, making love and without fear of being seen, the more excited . Is your loved one would have that sixth sense, perhaps the call to ask how you love, you done to make your voice lessons? Perhaps, owned by the halo of the pheromones of his beloved, run after her to find her affair with her best friend. Can there be much chance that prevents consummation of the hottest sex of his life? No.

was not surprised when he took hold of her hips to the railing. Sweating disappeared in every stroke of the wind, hidden language, pervasive, and ardent cut her lips, the warmth of his hands sought support not to fall for the latest attempt to link in your legs. He had enough force to knock it down again on ground while biting her neck as she asked, did not like vampires? "Biting is not shocking but it was something deliciously sick? He was with her, the woman five years older, a crazy era did not understand how to love without fanaticism.

Finally, he in it, Volupia exalted their bodies, venerating their tenacious movement. Was really a vampire?

Sappho, closes the chapter with his revenge

Sappho longing every second to be with his beloved, then to confess their desires, he noticed his giddy flight, he had repeatedly called despite the request not to bother her again. But the appeal of a wounded woman was stronger, he agreed to talk to her one last time and personally.

went into the house, like the time he was singing, the cigar burned in the hand of his jacket, he decided, was coming more and more. Having her so close he felt his excitement, his last puff smoke reflected an exhausted breath.

She, watching everything, just threw his head against the wall avoiding the breath, if she tried something, he thought, would rise from the sofa, and never see her again, but felt the strange strength of Sappho, who held the arm, moving, slowly rested his legs on her, pinning any easy way out, "This means that you do not feel anything if I get to you?" "No" "Why not, do not feel my heart beating next to yours? " "Yes, but I think you're crushing me, I'm going" "No, you do not leave without having tasted my kiss," "You're crazy" "Let me kiss!" One hand he held his face tight and another approaching cigarette to her cheek. "No!" Reflexively covered her hands, and took the cigarette on the floor pushing the hell lesbian priestess, "you're a stupid, mean that I have who I love and who love, understand that I have the same tastes you, you're crazy. " He fled in terror.

face hurt terribly, it was observed carefully in the mirror of the taxi and warned sore spooky, and despite trying to defend himself, could not avoid that horrible mark on her face. That night, just anxious to get home, heal the skin and the soul, it was too live in such a short time.