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06, Iliad,

Fandom: Pg
Iliad: Achilles / Patroclus
Prompt: sighs
Notes. AU. Yes, AU. Achilles and Patroclus in a location other than a tent, a battlefield, one thing with the dust and blood, in fact. Just for a change and see what effect him, maybe make fun. Join the 4 of pOrnfest fanfic_italia , of course.

my gaze falls on his index finger as it slides between the lips. I see the lower lip to lean forward while sucking the tip of his finger in mock done thoughtfully, the bastard. Is looking at me from the back of the room because he knows that I am excited beyond words, she knows very well.
For a moment I can even to glimpse her tongue peeping out, before my attention is captured by the owner that I badly apostrophe.
"Hey you, give us a move? We're not playing mica, here! "
Yes, yes I nod and when I take the bar from where I had left. The shadows I hide her figure, especially now that he has moved further down, one of the last seats. I look at him as he dropped wearily on a chair, that Christ's always finger in her mouth. But what is it, a baby?
I move forward into the spotlight and talk about fixing it, making my every gesture, the more dramatic - and sensual - as possible. I look at it, if you like, but I will ensure that they are not the only one excited tonight. My hand shooting forward, as if wielding a sword, and with a half smile I launch into my monologue, while very fantasy kill my opponent, not stopping for a moment to be graceful in their movements. Fencing helped me a lot in this, I must admit, and my healthy narcissism not only increases the pleasure I feel at this time. The rehearsals are those stresses me more, but they can also give me great satisfaction and at times more than the former itself. Concluding the scene, I go back from the wings, getting a decent round of applause from the boys who coordinate the behind the scenes.
Lynn approached me with a bottle of water and a towel, take care to place it on my bare chest and drenched in sweat. Now I'm used to his gestures, his hands touching me with ease and familiarity. Not only is it beautiful, but also fairly good as an actress. Several times I told her to try to claim a part, but every time she merely shook her head and giggling, hiding behind the excuse of shyness. For the theater you need courage, or so I have always said. A minimum of courage, at least. He glanced sideways to the audience, but I can not see it, so I turned toward her.
"You know who is that guy? It is now a week who come here. "
The girl I'm massaging your shoulders, and replied absently.
"I have no idea, honey. The director does not stories and I do not ask questions, if you are good to him ... Why? "
shrugged in a gesture of false indifference, and taking her hand to his lips. I see her tremble slightly, and smile in response.
"No, it's just me from 'bother to have those eyeballs. You may inquire for me? I would like to exchange a few words after the first of tomorrow, if it is present there too. "
The bite just smile and look at your thumb, while backs and loose from my grip.
"Okay sweet, I'll see what I can do. You know what it will cost you, mh? "He laughs, her back to me and directed towards the dressing rooms.
"Oh, sure. With pleasure. "I say, following her. I do not even care that someone sees us, what is now known that there is enough fun, me and her. I sneak into my dressing room, following her, and I shut the door behind him with a thud dry.

"At last the finger is where it belongs." Whistle, taking the index of that guy - how did you call? Oh, yes, Patroclus, here's how. What a name! - Sucking and almost reaching the knuckle.
"At least the plant to smile." Grumbling, went in one direction and indistinct. I feel rder, while with the other hand pulls me down on this costume - or a ridiculous thong - and takes possession of my excitement without giving so many explanations. Those arriving later, I suppose. Or they did not, would not be a problem. I will just push harder against the chair in the dressing room, because to sit, or do something meaningful that can take on the appearance of a position quite horny. Patroclus - but parents have? - Merely resist slipping off the finger of his mouth and letting my sex, while a step back and I team.
"Of course you're much better up close." Verdict, not stop giggling. "I do not I would have thought, really. "he looks around, searching for something like one of the bouquets of flowers and makeup and the lack of furniture. At the end shakes his head, sighing.
"But there's no good. Do not have a place more comfortable? "Fed up with making calls, crossing his arms to his chest. I feel that I am going to jump on him, if I were an animal, but I refrain.
"What do you want a suite? This is what I have for the time being, I certainly did not intend to take you home. "
sighed again, before putting on an air of sullen gods.
"Too bad, I would have liked ... You know, a bed, sofa, rug ... "
With a click I move, finding a few inches from him, with my most charming smile.
"On the ground you're happy with less?" He murmured, getting close enough to be potergli biting the ear lobe. I feel that finally choked to issue a stop that laughter and sighs, and before long his hands back to touch me, frantically. Slid on the floor with ease, and I leave it mounted on top of me still dressed. My fingers quickly loose the buttons of his shirt, as he unravels outside the trousers, without stopping to stare. I know, are really cool, there is what to say. I see the way I look, you look at my slender fingers as they move over her body, I can see from his expression hungry that I immediately contagious. With a groan I open my legs and I let myself get in that uncomfortable position, closing his eyes and bowing his head on the cold floor. As he plays

glances at me, trying to hide the wish that more evidence. I settle her hair absent-mindedly looking at the mirror and my face when I hear the door open.
"See you tomorrow?" I ask casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
His eyes are crossed by a lightning of surprise and then of satisfaction.
"I'm really so good in bed, mh, Mr Achilles' Fast?" Does not wait for my response and simply close the door behind him, leaving me in doubt, except that I saw that grin just mentioned. Oh, yes, he can not resist. I'm just a cool.

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Sighs 05. Iliad, Fixed points

Fandom: Iliad

Pg: Achilles / Patroclus

Prompt: Fixed points

Notes: Written for the pOrnfest # 4, although there is not porn none, in practice. He comes from a night a bit ' blue, from a nostalgic evening.

The air was crisp. The air was not crisp for days now. The dust was rising continuously for the passage of horses and the charioteer on foot, covering everything from hair under the helmet to the tissues beneath the armor. The sky was not blue, but gray. I could just see it, if you lift the face, but my eyes were constantly focused on the Trojan that I was in front, the comrade who died next to me, blood gushing out and Keres who carried souls to Hades.

"will reveal a secret, because I know that I did not betray you. "

continues to advance and my sword went on strike. From the top of my car I could see the bodies relentlessly beaten and torn, as in the most respectable of the carnage. I saw the mighty Agamemnon who was in front, to lead men and to encourage them, I saw Diomedes giving orders to his charioteer, even Hector saw that as a wild beast, severed limbs and threw the fear among our ranks.

There was no more sound in that devastated land. I do this I have learned the value of the sound.

"Every time we returned, I sat in silence until he fell the night. "

I could observe from my position all I wanted. Madness, above all, of those gestures. Madness and the meticulousness, the ferocity, the desire, the thirst for blood and get value, get the glory, forever remember the words of others. I could see all this, but my eyes were tired. Do not laugh, I know I do not believe me. Nine years I had watched this scene repeated again and again, how could I not tired at the end?

In fact, now not paying more attention to them. I looked at them without really seeing them, I would just do what I went there for the honor, to fulfill my destiny, as each of them, but really did not see them. Amid all that noise, I kept looking for you.

"You see? Fool, I should not talk. I knew you'd laugh. What do you think that I is not even human? Every so often happens to me, to make these thoughts. "

" Yes. I did not think was possible, in truth. "We were up and had stopped my hand, taking the cloth wet. Without ceasing to smile you had passed me on his shoulders, letting me relax. I was half-closed eyes, and go on.

Every man needs a fixed point where to look. It 'something I realized over time, with every passing day, with the accumulation of fatigue in the arms. Every man needs to find its own balance, something that takes away the chaos in times of panic, in the most unexpected moments, in times of need. As the constellations for the sailors, everyone needs something to bring her home, even for a moment. Otherwise, go mad, do not you think?

I heard your hands on my shoulders now fresh. I felt your lips that I kissed her hair dirty and gross dust and blood. Your fingers had come to undress and had began to stroke, and your voice urged me to continue. At these times your voice down, it becomes hoarse, invariably gives me shivers of pleasure. I just leaned his head back and I waited for your get down on my lips gently, that would suck and withdrew, becoming elusive. I felt your arms around me, and sighed, letting go against you.

In battle I can not ever distract me. Not for a while, even for breath, not even to cry out as they should. I am the one who must lead this nation to victory, I have no time for anything there. On that field of the earth sometimes I I really wonder what remains. The honor, glory, fortune, knowledge of being right. Sometimes I forget and I remember the days when we played Phthia. Sometimes I think I'm there in the blinding sun.

Your mouth continued to kiss me, cradling my skin, my sweat. For a moment I opened my eyes, and led me to the bed without speaking. I had done stretch and just laughed and asked me to move on. To think back to when we were small, too small even for the memories. Of what life was like before you decide to smile at my fate. He had laid his head on her lap, and your fingers have fallen to look for my State, touching it with a note of malice. I sighed and leaned his head on the pillow.

The stones there were white. You have lost their color. Everything is painted in reddish earth, every thing can not escape to what is happening around. Even the gods come down to have their say, to pull the strings, running beside us. Do not leave us in peace, give us no respite. Oh, right, I know. For them it does not matter who will live or die tomorrow. It 's just a game, a step, nothing. I said, there were white stones, we do not have more color. The sky is not not clear. Nothing is clean, nothing is fresh, new. Nothing will ever be, do not you think?

Your hand was firmly closed around me and I arched my back, just a little, sighing. Your lips were firmly on my taxes, this time, and I'd smile.

I was looking for you. I've always looked for you, the fray, you know? Amid all that noise, among others they called my name. Achilles, Achilles, shouting. I even listened to them, I pushed myself forward until I found myself in the midst of those bodies, and I was coming around to protect you. Why are you the needle my balance, without you, it would be useless even revival, even this life. But you know, right? You try again, there. Now that Hector's body was torn and my thirst quenched only half, I still look for your picture there in the middle. I see you look back at me and smile, before going back to advance. I give you my fixed point to continue.

I opened my eyes, do not feel your weight on me. There was nothing there. I breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling of the tent, looking for any points that could give me a balance, in vain.

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04. Closet

Fandom: ORIGINALù

Pg: M / M

Prompt: "We are not in the closet!" ;

Notes. Written for the pOrnFest, semic much to do and have fun, because I needed to relax. Sex semi descriptive, but not really.

"But ... we're not in the closet!" I exclaimed, laughing, while pushing me inside the closet space and equipment that could not even be called a 'wardrobe'. It was simply a business full of coats and piled up buckets and brushes that they would not find another place in my small apartment.

"Oh yes we are, trust me." I said, lifting his shirt and biting a nipple to playful, heedless of my moan that was half dictated by pain. Shortly after I had kicked the jeans in a corner with a kick, passing his arms around her waist and dragging down on me. You were cursed, slamming his elbow against a shelf of the shelf, before sinking his face in the crook of my neck and suck the skin, your hands are occupied elsewhere to give me pleasure, much lower. Her hair was still wet for the heavy rain that poured out, and seems incredibly innocent, despite everything. When I raised my face to kiss passionately I closed my eyes, opening his lips to penetrate your language. Only then I stopped thinking, focusing on feelings, on trying to grasp everything about you, every inch of skin, every boss, I wanted to touch everything, like I was going for some time, I did not want to miss anything, not even a breath. In that space

let me take narrow, looking in your eyes while you arch your back and gently pushed into me, not me too bad. It was me that once again I was approached, clinging to my legs behind your hips and lift your pelvis so that I could sink into me over and over again, without deny you anything. I raised a hand to caress her face, to touch her hair blonde who had become too long and I fell over his eyes, moving away soon. I smile, feeling the pleasure mount in waves inside me, seeing it reflected in your muscles, in your head that bent into the mouth and biting my hand to suppress a stifled cry. For eyes closed, his arms trembling from the effort, had let go of my hand, kissing the imprint of your teeth. Only after I had watched and smiled, dropped it on my chest with a sigh of satisfaction.

"See? And 'even comfortable. "You muttered while with one hand languidly caressing her hair.

"Seh, comfortable, really. The next time we do it over the chandelier. "I'd heard giggling, and then asleep on me in the middle of stuff and things forgotten.

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03. If you can learn to do it

Fandom. ORIGINAL
Pg: fangirl / Boyfriend
Prompt: "Love, what does it mean NC17?"
Notes: written for the pOrnfest # 4 of fanfic_italia , to list a couple of fancy stuff that came to my mind. Fic a day keeps the doctor away, especially if there's porn in the middle, so we are all happier, no? Sex
descriptive, of course. Otherwise what good is?

biting his pen impatiently waiting for I should wish to continue to write that essay on Goethe, which would not have happened in a short time, I already knew. Luckily it was overcast outside, so I could not complain too much, more, my boyfriend was in the room do not know exactly what to read, just to make presence.

He had left his notes to be organic chemistry twenty minutes ago, when she discovered a stack of papers filled with various stories, fragments of stuff written by me and others who print fanwriter to keep up to date and have something to read just relaxing I felt like it. They could not even be called stories, they were only snippets of stories, images, and that would not have had an early development, writing exercises that relax me in the least downtime like this. I was also dedicated to ... I rose to sit down with a jerk, but it was too late.

"Love," I heard him call from my room while I got up in a hurry and almost ran to the '. No, no, no! I thought almost hopeless, but I had to do something about it before. "What's NC17?"

was sitting at my desk, with all the papers scattered around. He was holding two pages in particular, and his eyes darted from one part of the paper. The half-smile that had popped into her face did not promise anything good.

I cleared my throat, adopting a tone of casual and indifferent, when I wanted to collapse.

"NC17 is a fanfic ... ..."

I saw him raise an eyebrow and opened his mouth to do with surprise. He turned and looked at me, asking in disbelief.

"You really can do such a thing?"

what I wrote? Fic that was? Among those who were? It had to be slash for sure! The het I could not very well, especially when it came to sex ... or yes? Oh God, oh God ...

"What?" I reached forward and took the first sheet out of the hands, looking for the title. It was one of the last fic I wrote, and was het. And it was chock full of sex. Mixed pairs and handcuffs and tape for complete bondage and lace open and vibrators and ... oh God.

"I never thought you could do it ... well, of course, it takes imagination ." I heard him mutter happily surprised, as I reread what I wrote. They were not so well off world, yet there and then I had the courage to answer.

"Love," he said, rising from his chair and taking me by the wrist, "I have not yet said what a NC17."

I do not know what song or citation said if you can imagine it you can do it, or something like that. It was damn true and I was having the reconfirmation.

His face was a few inches from mine and mischievous smile that I was exciting beyond belief. I wondered why I had never thought of before. I bit his chin and I strongly mugugnai, biting the piece of cloth that kept me from speaking. I leaned forward, wanting to return the favor, but having his hands tied behind his back prevented me from continuing. Luigi bit my shoulder naked, licking the bone could be seen on and off just to lick a nipple, sucking gently without. I groaned as her fingers ran down, touching me where I was wet and penetrate completely. The movements were fast, I could take your breath away was frustrating and exciting at the same time, this constraint was to come ... when he slipped out, leaving me to the brink. A growl escaped my lips before he was running me badly, feeling my excitement rise as the metal of the handcuffs I clutched my wrists. I pushed her face against the pillows, taking another tape and cotton legandomelo around the neck like a collar. He sent down the length of fabric between my breasts and made her move between my legs, leaving you wet and made pressure on the clitoris. He gave a little tug, so that the friction would increase and I snapped the head raised, increasing involuntary movement, coming with a stifled cry.

"Yes, you can do ..." I heard him whisper in my ear, while just divaricata my buttocks and introduced something wet where I had never been touched. Slipped to the bottom, making me cringe in pain at first and then with pleasure, pushing a finger into higher speed, while the other hand gently pulled the tape. A bowed head, I continued to tremble for the pleasure, until I felt the desire to mount with arrogance, passing in waves of pleasure.

laughed softly, and held back the movement of your hand and placed himself behind me, the tip of his member that touched his lips without penetration. I bit her ear lobes, while muttering my agreement, continuing to brush her for the sheer pleasure to extend my expectation. When

finally entered me I sighed, arching her back and working with its almost total pressures in synchrony, reaching a peak again and closed his eyes.

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02. Alexander, Rain

Fandom: ALEXANDER
Pg: Alexander / Hephaestion
Prompt: * Rain, rain and more rain! I'm sick of hanging this damn tent! "
Notes: second fic written for the pOrnfest # 4 fanfic_italia ever and when ever. A little 'creative talents of my mother cooks while we were waiting, at least one is satisfied and does not think all'amount fish that eat dinner - yes, I do not like fish, I prefer red meat, I do not know if he had understood ... The stop, I promise. For tonight, at least. Enjoy!

were two days that was still raining. The drops were beating on the canvas tent with a constant ticking that gave him no respite even at night, in the end decided to stay awake and see if it actually would have stopped or not.

Hephaestion took out his sword from its sheath and took a cloth and began to polish it. He did it in slow motion, so relax and keep the nerves at bay. One thing I hated was that they could not move, it must stand still with nothing particular to do. After two days, or even reading the fighting seemed to distract him enough, for more Alexander was involved in some meetings, for which he could not even see the shadow.

Rain and more rain, if it did not stop soon it would be crazy if he felt it.

Suddenly, with a lightning movement, the tent flap was lifted and a figure rushed inside, cursing softly,

"Rain, rain and more rain! I'm sick of hanging this damn tent! "

Hephaestion's hand stopped on the hilt of the sword, while the eyebrows are arched and the term took on a tone of surprise. He looked at his king to shake off the cloak soaked with water and continue to curse as if she had not even seen. Which was probably true, given the attitude.

"Indeed, your majesty," he murmured, trying not to giggle softly, "this is not exactly the your tent ..."

The king of the Macedonians held up shooting the head, eyes framed only then that the figure sitting on the bed with a sword in his hand. Hephaestion grinned, while the other was watching him more carefully and realized that he did not wear anything, even though the temperature outside was not really hot.

Alessandro seemed foregone, a step backwards and saying, in a tone that would verge on the profound apologies and hid in a true pleasure, a certain desire, a certain ...

"Forgive me, Hephaestion. These meetings start to overcome, not to mention the rain ... it seems to have no end. "

Hephaestion shook his head, allowing you to laugh openly this time. He moved to the side, suggesting that the other could sit down if he wanted. Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair wearily rebels, before approaching and drop lying on the bed.

Hephaestion looked back at his sword, by wiping with a final coat of polish, put it back in its sheath and laid the cloth where he kept all his weapons. Turning, he saw that Alexander had closed my eyes and lay on his back, if he had not known, would have thought you were asleep.

He sat down again, making plans, and let his right hand stroked his breast covered by the sweater. Prepend long fingers lightly on the skin, following drawings and maps that only he knew. He bowed his head, lifting the hem of the shirt and kissing the side below, tasting the sweat that soaked his body, biting the top of the hip bone protruding, caressing his tongue with the shadow of a scar.

"Everything has an end, my king." He whispered, while his left hand traced the curves of that sculpted chest, looking Nipple and higher still, a collarbone, the base of the neck, with slow, measured gestures. Down again, is infiltrated under the fingers of the narrow fabric pants, extricating himself from wool and leather. Leather and leather, and Alexander, who now had his eyes open - Hephaestion was also felt out of control.

heard him sigh, as if annoyed, and stopped. He hesitated for a moment, that moment it took for the king of the world is pulled down and raised her face in her hands free, staring into his eyes. For a moment, Hephaestion came to recognize the destroyer of the world; for a while, including those Hephaestion was the man who was in front. And he did not have fear. Thus, when Alexander placed his lips on her own, smiled and returned the kiss, letting him ammonisse language and then play with her, at length, while the king's hand stroked, arousing his desire.

"No, Hephaestion. Not everything has an end. "I then heard muttering as he fell on him and on the State to touch it with his mouth, kissing it and then close your lips around. A long kiss, a slip of tongue and a touch of the hand that Hephaestion forced to close their eyes. In the darkness of that vision, he could feel King's fingers move quickly on him, going up and down, tightening and then loosening the grip as the State swelled. His wet tongue had stopped at the tip and licked greedily, as if to suck something other than seed.

Hephaestion groaned and came, unable to restrain himself further. With a grunt of satisfaction, Alexander raised his head, watching for a while, then lay on his back again, stripping himself of everything.

"This rain has no end." I said softly, laying a languid caress on the face of Hephaestion. "This world has no end. This night is very, very long. "

The other smiled, leaning over him and kissing his neck in several places, he felt the strong hands that guided him to get to get to the excitement of the king, as if they were asking for something.

"Yes, sire." Whispered the man, returning to lay his lips on her skin, not caring that while most of the rain had ceased falling.

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Dark Spotting A Week Before Period

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Fandom: Original
Pg: M + M
Prompt: Caves
Warning: PG 13
Notes: Written for the pOrnFest # 4 of fanfic_italia ; first fic of the Bell Challenge, the first fic a lot of time, etc etc first fic. Inspired by my hospital stay and a nurse so kind and helpful - what you're thinking, eh? EH?
A little 'descriptive sex, nothing special, it's just to warm your fingers. Ah, pOrnomani, the festival has begun! (Other than Christmas and Christmas ...)

The thing I liked least was the turn of his work twelve-hour non-stop he had to in the holidays. It could be Christmas, Epiphany, the middle of August, who was promptly relieve him disappears and he could do was make the room the next morning, without rest and without a moment's peace.

20:00. The bell had stopped ringing in the booth, at least for now, and he allowed himself to close his eyes and leaned back in his swivel chair, mentally going over the list of things to do in the next eight hours. With a bit 'of calm would have found the time to do everything and perhaps - but perhaps a lot - could also take the time to smoke.

A thud aroused him abruptly opened his eyes he found on his desk a stack of sealed drugs that Eric, the nurse on duty with him, had delivered. He grinned, pulling up from its convenient location and eyeing the boy with dark scowl.

"You're not going to tell me that ..."

Eric shrugged, raising his hands in defense. The most irritating in that moment was that his eyes betrayed a certain hilarity and she was not even bother to hide it.

"I touch you. I stay here, so only ten minutes to the pharmacy. "

Mark put his hand on the sealed package, lifting it. He raised an eyebrow, almost sadly. He would not surrender without a fight.

"I do not see why I should go. They call here and know that patients and 3 of 8 does not trust you and start to complain if you do not see me. It 's a quarter of an hour up in Pharmacy, we do not put anything to go and return. Also because you are more organized than me and certainly know where to put this stuff and where to get the iron for the drip. "

The other was leaning against the doorway, and he was grinning. Never had the courage to ...

"It is not the time it takes and even to patients. And 'because you have to let it get a foot in the basement that will surely now empty. And you do not like this place already during the day ... "

Marco stood up, gripping the pack with visibly annoyed expression. He could not believe it, he dared to tell him in the face! And to think that a trainee had fallen on the ward for a little over a year, how dare you?

wordlessly passed him, heading toward the elevator. Only last hesitated, feeling recall, however, did not dare turn around.

"I ... I could go for something, eh?"

The thing starts to smell bad and give him really on my nerves. Not only would have to put up double shift in the company of this guy, he should also give something back so as not to get in the damn neon-lit corridors ... It was really a coward, there was nothing to say, the problem is that his mind was seriously considering the exchange, after all, what could ever ask?

Marco turned very slowly, taking into account the high and slender body of the nurse. His hair was shaved and his eyes practically blacks were slightly too large, but on the kind of face were not bad. With the girls had some success and there had been a long time before getting a playboy fame that was accepted without much discussion.

A turn in more favors ... what could have been greater? Certainly nothing too serious, know.

"What do you want in return? You know that I can not quit drugs on the sly or anything like that, or I'm going to help you with one of the newcomers, if that's what you want. "

Eric looked around quickly to make sure that the hall was free from any prying eyes. The patients had finished eating and relatives already if the latest they were gone, so everything was empty and strangely silent.

With a pair of well-measured steps joined him, suddenly raising a hand to his face. Marco instinctively drew back, finishing with their backs to the wall near the elevator. He did not even have time to ask him what he was doing, so Eric took his chin with two fingers and pressed her lips to her with vehemence, never stop looking. Mark did not have time to figure out if what was acceptable or not that the other had already moved away, and the parcel from the hands presogli had called the elevator, infilandocisi in without a word more.

21:00. He finished off the last piece of adhesive paper and applied to the wrist of man lying on the bed before getting up and smile.

"Behold, I cut it after this, ok?"

The man mumbled an assent not too convinced and nodded, looking dejected that he had the cannula in the wrist and inches of gauze adhesive appendages. Marco gave a smile and took another tourniquet, putting it in his pocket before casually exit. Passing the sentry glanced at the clock, noting the time. Checking another patient made a quick calculation of the time that Eric was away, we would have wanted him only a quarter of an hour to go and another to return, not an hour. In addition, he needed help, he could not accept that he had defiladed for what had happened before, it would be unacceptable. Immediately after the kiss were two bells rang at the same time and he had not had the opportunity to think too deeply, thankfully, would never have imagined that Eric could feed some interest, moreover, just arrived had given him to do properly, so Mark had ruled out the possibility a priori. Not denied that it had not thought of, the shifts were often long and weary, and have a beautiful body in front for eight hours straight was not the best way to focus. Eric wondered how he had to be so sure - he had only told a few people and those few were not in his own department. Sure, it was undeniable that he had launched the long glances, but did not believe the other if they had noticed.

shrugged his shoulders, concentrating on their duties and gave up the taste on her lips - a smoky flavor and sugar. Bittersweet and arrogant, as well as the expression that was noted on the face of the owner if you watched long enough.

Marco finished the ride, going to place the cart with clean sheets and syringes in the closet, then go in front of the room charge nurse, without a glimpse of anyone. Was it possible there was putting so much? Now should know the location and, moreover, there was no risk of being lost, as the long underground corridors were all different, and after having taken the right direction ... He shook his head, chasing away those thoughts. Why should he bother? Eric was tall and strong and certainly if you would manage. Soon he would reappear as arrogant in the face with that expression, and the only thing he wanted to do then would beat him.

Hours 22:0 7. The secret was not thinking about it, he said while at a quick pace, turn in the corridor from the orange stripes. Simply had to think about the satisfaction that he would try in the vent and -

- to hear her body pressed against his hard, being forced to touch the cement wall with the cold front for support. It was really satisfying? After all you were doing submit, in addition to that bleak place. The moments before they were wrapped in a mist as we arrived? The only thing that was distinctly felt Eric's hand pressing down the white pants with the heat, pulling off and leaving part of the boxer. The satisfaction was in letting go and moan softly when he felt her hand touch his penis, the index went up from the base to the tip, drawing lines twisted and not fulfilling. Opened her lips to summon to do better, but the only thing that could to elude him was a line of pleasure when the other picked it up and started to caress and squeeze, moving faster and faster up and down.

"... Even more than that." Mark closed his eyes, so you do not see the neon light that was reflected on the white wall. It would still, damn, it was not that difficult to understand. It was becoming an agony, now swollen member would not stand another languid caress, a maybe yes, maybe no . With a gasp and a groan choked the boy raised his the back, finding himself two fingers had penetrated deeply into its opening, had not heard coming, nor had deigned to tell Eric and yet ... it was so rewarding. Start having fun, finally. The language of Eric's neck and then traveled she rise to the lobe, sucking and biting. The voice was hoarse and almost mocking.

"You want more? Tell me, come on. "

Mark bucked against him, tightening her lips in a gesture of denial useless. His body was pushed against the two fingers without any scruples, and his farce was all too visible, but not he repeated the most, he has been admitted once was enough. With a laugh Eric pulled his fingers wet and pulled back his hand from her sex, both resting against the wall and secure it against it. His mouth teased his ear, and could feel the erect member and pressing against a buttock.

"Next ... basically I made you a favor, right?"

Marco was silent, trying to earn a minimum of dignity, but in fact that Eric would have wanted to take him there, now and unceremoniously, making be so violent and almost too sweet. The other sighed, shaking his head resignedly. With a sound that resembled a snarl grabbed his sex in his right hand, making him moan of pain and pleasure at the same time, prior to entering with force, pushing into him without stopping for a moment, completely smashing it against the wall. Mark moaned freely, trying to sustain the pace and pushed the boy, but he finally let go, allowing him to drive the embrace ever more frantic, until she heard him stifle a groan and go, leaning heavily on his back.

Eric's hand had become wet and sticky, thanks to his seed, and Mark stared at her for a moment before sighing and closing his eyes.

23:41 pm. It was raining outside, but did not care. It was started while he was down, and now was the only good time for that holy smoke. He inhaled the smoke, staring at the drops falling on the balcony of the plan. The city was asleep, as many of the patients within the department. In the last room on the far right, a boy was lying on an empty bed, her eyes closed. Eyes a bit ' too large, but attractive nevertheless.

Marco took the last breath, throwing her cigarette on the ground and turning it off under the sole of the shoe. He finished the round by himself, now it is barely seven hours, at least he was sure he had no other distractions that night and definitely should not have to come down in the basement.

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The continuation bet in Texas Holdem poker online

If during a game of Texas Holdem there happen to a case of pre-flop raise is a good idea, unless of a very dangerous flop, continue to focus during the game of Texas Holdem poker.

The "continuation bet" , as the name suggests, is a bet that is made after the flop, when he made a raise to the top of the hand, irrespective the cards on the table, but only to prove their strength.

The way of the episode is that if the opponents do not have a lot tied up, in principle, pass away, leaving the victory. One of the cases where it is convenient when one of the three community cards is high (up from Jack), which will make us even more credible.

Certainly, the risk is that if one of the other players that card has it really probably hurt us a raise, but otherwise the dish will be ours. The question is how to act if, al contrario, durante una partita di Texas Holdem poker online qualcuno si limitasse a vedere la puntata, perché bisogna pensare attentamente a cosa fare dopo il turn.
Continuare a puntare o fermarsi, sapendo però che nel secondo caso si regalerà il piatto all’avversario. In questo caso molto dipende da chi ci troveremo di fronte.

Se giochiamo contro uno molto solido evitiamo di ripuntare, in caso contrario proviamo di nuovo, augurandoci che sia lui a passare. Se vede di nuovo, infatti, è la certezza che ha un punto, quindi fermiamoci.

 

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Eeeeehm ... yes, I know, the last time I wrote here was in August, but ... I've been busy, especially with the school so I have not given much importance to LJ> _ \u0026lt;I ask
pardon!
And then probably I'll have a new PC for Christmas and everything will be easier: D

Now, I would write something more, but ... Heck, I can not put the cut T_T I followed
what I have written in the comments of the previous post, but does not work ... perhaps even sure I'm being goofy!
After several attempts that they made me nervous, I leave you! I hope

write soon ^ ^

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Tomorrow, 10:36 am, I'll be on a train that will take me to Rifredi, then go and meet with Salo her until Buggianese Bridge, where we will spend the day.
Saturday, that's incredible, it will replicate the Luccacomics 2010, where I will go mad and drag everywhere (although I'll be more than a drag), so LJ fans and readers, if you too will be do me a ring *___*

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[Halloween Fest # 3] You busted my window

Title: You busted my window

Author: Iachia

Pairing: Achilles / Paris

Rating: Pf G

Dressed as: participating all'halloween fest # 3 fanfic_italia I travesti, Ugh.

First, no one has ever heard of Achilles and Paris together and in love. Second, no one has ever heard of Achilles and Paris in love today, just to make an AU. Third, do not you ever heard of Achilles and Paris in love, today, what message fiercely. Really, we're serious. If it was not Halloween

quest'aborto would not exist. Also, do not even get to be a drabble, but a mini-drabble thing even 180 words.

No, not me. I did not wrote it, I do not, absolutely not.

"Dv you?"

Three quick movements on the keys of a cellular response.

"Nn sn your cocks."

Well, he thought, perfect.

"Paris, x favor."

"crashed under the train underground."

Achilles issued to a frustrated.

"T do 'tto qllo you want. I swear. Giurogiurogiuro. "

T bites head off, asshole."

"I then bought the ."

"Dv the fuck are 'na cm that machine? Mica x no call Helen of Troy. "

" You can use me any way you cm.

"x Not a life of purpose."

"..."

" Even if t kill you. "

"... but I love t "

"... what?"

't I love you. T I loved the first moment I saw t. Since I entered the pub et qndo I saw playing the guitar. Since when did you pretend to try d cn qlla chick but I knew I'd love t d me. Why m love, no? "

" Nn believed could be true. M said it was just sex. "

" was true Nn, nn you noticed? "

... no. Forget Elena. "

" M forgive?! ç.ç "

" Nn I, you idiot. T but I love you. "

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Play Online Texas Hold'em Strategies

Quando giochiamo il poker online  siamo soli di fronte al video, non vediamo in faccia i nostri avversari. Tutte le tecniche del Texas Holdem riguardanti il linguaggio del corpo non possono essere applicate. Un validissimo aiuto per carpire informazione sui giocatori al tavolo arriva dalla analisi del loro schema di puntate (le "betting pattern"). Soprattutto agli inizi sarà molto difficile per noi tenere sotto controllo tutte le betting pattern dei nostri compagni di gioco. Una piccola astuzia è quella di begin to focus on players to our left and then, over time, broaden our analysis. segnamoci For your convenience we have some questions we ask when we want to study the betting pattern. ;

How many hands a play of our opponents in every round button?
• Up to two hands, we will have to do with a conservative player.
• Three to five will make it very likely that the person is aggressive or super aggressive.
• More than five hands played, the player in question plays in a totally loser, aspettiamolo the gap and "puniamolo" with a strong hand.

2 When you come into play simply prefer to call or raise? • Limiting the declines
is synonymous with weakness in almost all circumstances. When we go into a hand and we should always try to dominate the pre-flop raise will be a constant. If we find ourselves at a table where our opponents raising often come into play is very likely that we will have to do with hard bones and we realize how difficult it is to play against people like that. ;

3 How to behave in front of a raise on their bet?
• The answer to this question could yield a big pot in the future. If we notice that a player tends more times to leave easily if exposed to a large recovery, we could wait for the opportune moment to make a strong raise and bring home a good quantity of chips without much effort.

4 By what hands they play or other link?
• If we are fortunate to witness a showdown annotiamoci mentally hand with which he played (and above bullet) an opponent.

A small craft in Texas Holdem is to not fall victim readings of the enemy. Knowing how you can analyze the betting patterns of suspending ourselves. Changing patterns of dots, we try to be creative, let us consider not only the raise button automatic poker room. Inventiamoci different places, even slightly, to confuse people at our table. Here are some tips

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Today is the last day of summer and I have seen the largest Buddha in Japan.
Today, last day of summer, I left a tablet written in the temple, hoping that my wish will come true.
realize their dreams and being happy are two separate things and do not necessarily linked, at this time I'm understanding.
Tokyo hot and full of people who walk and run without saying a word, it was not for high school girls who laugh while crossing the street and television screens of Shibuya with the new singing idol. Kyoto is sultry and full of temples, ancient houses and streets that are almost that refer to anime. Kobe has a port and rebuilt a English galleon near two modern ships. The colors of the sky are blurred and soft, like everything here is accurate and precise up to capacity. The four people are in so as not to say no to any request and apologize all the time for the minimum error.
There is peace and quiet, seems to be on another planet where the loud noise and cries do not exist.
not find even the determination of Nana, if Takeshita dori with girls dressed in black and gothic lolita shops from.
's all frozen in time, as a frame that blend of crisp color gradation. The stand and watch from the outside to understand its meaning.

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You know, it will always just be me.

The Tokyo Tower is very high, but looking at it from the bottom one does not realize it. When you get through a glass window and look down you realize that you are 150 meters high, but it still does not surprise you that much.

that the fourth floor there will be a giant Pikachu, who are the second shop of Hello Kitty and who will read the hand, which will meet here and that the couples in this place the people in anime by 'date when it has to do shady things.

Maybe it's cloudy, and light for taking photos sucks, despite the adjustment of brightness. It will be that this is another world, planet Tokyo, Japan's solar system. Ginza is

a Fifth Avenue department stores where they have nine stories and beloved restaurants, JR Yamamoto is a line and there are elevated platforms with the fences so that people do not throw you in front of the real Japanese cuisine is mozzarella soy milk and eel soup, the City 'at night is full of light and career women wear short hair and dark trousers. The Temple of Zozogi has no staff to speak English, the horoscope costs 200 yen and there are tablets that can be attached at the temples to express the desires - the things written have infinite value, it seems.

The thing is otherworldly and slightly disturbing is the silence here. By subway, the streets, temples, even in restaurants. There's this whispering in the background like a piece of music that does not want to bother. Maybe because we are not accustomed to, but after a little unnerving and I think of a person who speaks to death, by comparison.

Tomorrow we will be at Ghibli Museum, if I could come, and then go to Shibuya to breathe the air of Tokyo - what for me is the real Tokyo, even though I know it's not for nothing .

I expect the Shibuya 109 building, the Mandarake, the Kiddyland and all those things pucciose I love to distraction.

Right now I can not think of anything to write romantic dolcioso, mhm. It will be that in this city aimed at the aesthetic perfection and extreme politeness does not give off heat, at least for me. I feel that being here will Hachiko in every way, always split between Takumi and Nobu, in search of Nana in the crowd.

"Now that my relationship with Nana was shattered, I was not more of any injuries I might suffer."

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Hello World!
I just finished reading a review in the upcoming expansion of TS3 (late night) and I must say that the second will be wonderful * w * Especially with regard to vampires *________* That is, will not be as horrible in ts2. Life for them will be longer than the other sim will be able to drink blood, instead of the hungry there will be a "thirst" and so on. What I like most is the fact that a mind reader and can hunt *____*
Only one thing leaves me a bit perplexed and would be " The vampires, however, never attack another Sim without his knowledge, but ask if they can bite or not"
I mean, the vampire will do so: "Hey man, you just you feel .... I am a vampire and since I'm thirsty, I'd drink a little of your blood, please?" The thing is xDD comic. However, if it says it will hunt, so why should require sim to drink their blood?
O_o Oh well, I'll see ... for now I still have the sims 3 ... then you think late night xD.

Ps: Who can tell me how to make the cut? I can not do that>. \u0026lt;

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Texas Hold'em poker play online poker short stack

strategic no-limit Texas Hold'em poker , very useful especially to understand how to play before the flop.
Want to win playing online poker ? Did you find a table you like and biuy paid-in? Now the question you want to play to win or to participate?
To start you should first try the short stack strategy that works basically like this:
You play very few hands. When you play, you do so only with a very strong hand, or with a high point.
When you play, it raises a lot you do not hardly ever call.
This is the basic strategy to try to maximize the winnings is to play tight and aim high in the few hands that you play.

But before we can successfully implement this strategy need to understand a fundamental concept of Texas Hold'em poker: the position. The

position in poker is molto importante da considerare prima di fare qualsiasi mossa al tavolo verde. Come fare allora a determinare la vostra posizione?

La vostra posizione si riferisce alla posizione del posto in cui sedete  in relazione al posto del mazziere (dealer).

E 'importante sapere in quale posizione vi trovate, in quanto la posizione influenza la mano di partenza: più la posizione è tra le prime, più forte deve essere il punto per giocare. C'è una ragione molto semplice: più avversari hai dietro di te, più probabile è che uno di loro potrebbe avere una mano migliore.

Le 4 serie posizioni in un tavolo da 10 posti:
A table with 10 seats has 4 positions: 3 / 1, 3 medium, 2 to the end and 2 blinds.
The dealer (dealer) and the player to his right are in late position, called the lateral position (LP).
The three players to the left of the LP are in an intermediate position or Mid Position (MP).
The three players to the right of MPs are in a position of initial or early position (EP).
The two positions of the blinds are fairly obvious, the small blind and big blind (SB and BB).

What happens if there are fewer than 10 players at the table?
If, for example, there are only 9 players at the table, one of the top positions does not count. If there are only 8 players, the first two positions are countless and there is only one of the top positions. With 7 players or not there are initial positions.
The presence of fewer players mean less positions. The top spots for fall first, then move to the central ones, and so on. And remember: never play the short stack strategy against seven opponents under the table. Get up and find another table if there are enough players.
How much should you bet?

As we have said, do not you call when you play the short stack strategy. When you play, it raises (raise). The only question is, how much?
oxen or 4 times the all-in
The size of your bet / raise depends on small sum that someone else or not.
The simplest case is when an opponent bets in front of you, in which case you go all-in. Otherwise, you will need to do some 'mathematical calculations.
How much should you raise?
If no one has raised, is raised 4 big blinds. It adds a (Big Blind) to any player who has already passed.
If an opponent raises before you have to go all-in.
This strategy is implemented mostly in Texas Hold'em tournaments online poker when it comes to the table with a few fices and you have to force the hand groped for not to leave. But the strategy can be implemented in any game of Texas Hold'em and adapts well to a game computer and can optimize bets without losing precisely the stack of chips available.

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And here I am finally at my first post here on LJ, which I warn you, I know little use .-.
Anyway, I'm Nicky and I'm 16, I live in Monopoli (yes, just like the game) and ... what else to say ... one of my passions is music, but do not list my groups and / or favorite singers because you might be shocked and you're not my friends vv Poooi, play the piano for 4 years though actually I have my keyboard at home, but when I see one, crazy *-----*
I love doing many other things like reading, writing, drawing, graphics and playing The Sims . Unfortunately there is to say that my stupid computer barely makes it to hold the second, let alone the 3 that after trying once I need to have. When my dad will decide to take the new PC then I will post some photos and history more.
I stop writing because I could dwell too and I would not give the impression of the person who is not talkative xD.


Bye bye!

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Funny. That's the only thing I do not want us to be.

"It 's very Celtic."

"What?"
"This song."
"It all references Celtic."

I'm a Doctor of plus or minus five days and still do not quite understand what that means.

have three days to reference this post and tell myself that I would sum it up, write, words to realize all that has happened.

am three days that my mind swings dangerously between two people, M & T, M & T, without understanding what he wants to seriously. Or rather, what I really know very well. Come on, Matthew is perfect, what else is there to say? But Tom is tender, caring, sweet, would be a crushing nail nail fantastic. So why can not I let go?

pull the hand brake suddenly, when the situation heats up more, I stopped short and I become impatient. I restrain myself because for me all this kissing and hugging, however beautiful, is too in relation to the timing of the report. And 'soon, damn early, and though I want to listen to my body that continues to whisper to let go, I can not. I can not because my brain is split in two: on the one hand there is the rational thinking from twenties 'what do you care, take off as the whim and will have to go', on the other neuron and scapoccia shouting 'yes, but if you go wrong? Then as we stay? '.

I pestered the poor Sbrilli all weekend with this story I think after this stroke of intravenous Paturnie will not want to know me for quite a while 'time.

Saturday night we were at the beach. Saturday night we drank alcohol and ate apple pie, sitting on the wet towels while we waited for the hair to dry.

Saturday night for the first time I had a bath in the dark with my friends who were afraid to enter because the water was cold. Saturday night I became Edward Cullen, or the woman who sbrilluccicava of happiness for a reason that in reality would not even exist.

My problem is that Edward became only at a given time, only in specific situations and I can not control myself. What idiot paradox, mh? With Thomas and pull the handbrake, however, when I'm not able to keep me at bay and let myself go completely. I know very well what it means to all of this, but I refuse to look at the issue in the face, because I would go to me in the foot, although right now I'm actually digging the grave, millimeter by millimeter.

Changing argument and go back to my degree, which is better.

Friday morning, woke up at seven. I get dressed, I put the heels trying not to make noise, go out with the Salo behind me, my personal graduation gift \u0026lt;3

get there and where is that monster father must come after, thank you that there was already my friend Ale, otherwise the poor would have found me Salo Read the complete hysteria. As cazzeggiano arrived and my other friends, the time passed. Entry into the third dimension by stoned and anxiety, well thanks to the doors of the famous panel, I felt called to treason in Teachers' Room and are supposed to come.

Now, I do not say why I did that and then m'è past the anxiety and everything, but seriously.

SERIOUSLY.

have been ten minutes (three and a half, according to my perception) in which my Rapporteur / Chairman of the Committee presented to me, then let me say a few words in English, three in Italian, let me make a claim that among other things had nothing to do with my thesis smear and say "Okay, for me is enough." To which I wanted to say, "enough but that old, that I have not even started?". But no, of course, I went out and then come back and I took that rag wheel with 106 written on it, 1 & 6 = 7 = Nana, so all's well that ends well, cheers and kisses and more.

We went in the tank and of course I have had to swim. I'm still alive, so I'd say so can you, when it will be. Many flowers and a trolley FUCHSIA (not pink, its PINK!) Later, we went to lunch and there began my full fifth dimension stoned to graduate. Stoned that in truth includes harassing Salo with my problems, take them out to dinner and get a popsicle, go half on Saturday afternoon to understand what I had to buy alcohol and call a thousand people to understand, I thank my girls who organized and has also addressed what else I would have stayed completely changing \u0026lt;3

I will not tell you that there was fun that night, the laughter and the torches and Disney songs accompanied by a bongo playing the same melody.

Ringrazio tutti i presenti, davvero. Prometto che domani cercherò di risolvere tutte queste mega pippe mentali e trarne qualcosa di buono. <3

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What is the key to enter.

Death comes in a rush and then stops right beside you. It smiles, almost, whispering something that you can't bear to hear, and then vanishes.
And then you find yourself on the phone, with your aunt telling you that the son of friends died last night. And your mom's not here, and you dad's not either, so you have to get up in the morning, get dressed all in black - black pants, black t.shirt and sandals that really didn't match - and go over to their place because they're family and you really want to be close to them right now.
His father's the one who saw me when I first got back to Italy, six months old, in my mom's arms. She's my godmother, and they really care for me and have always been there for me if I needed anything. And their son, Maurizio, is dead. He was affected by this genetic thing, similar to polio, and for the past 15 years he's been sick. I saw him recently and he was in bed and couldn't speak nor move or eat properly anymore and had to be assisted at all times.
They're marvelous people. They are just so sweet that it broke my heart to see them so composed and almost resigned, as if they were trying to cope with it in the best of ways, because he really ended all his suffering now.
Zio Luciano told me that he'll always be there for me, and I was hugging him hard and couldn't fight back the tears. Barbara and Robera, their two daugthers, kept me company and it almost seemed like they were trying to console me and not the other way around.
In the end I went away around one o'clock and went to the chuch for the funeral. It was yesterday, and now it's over. Over.

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I'm about to kill one of my best friends. KILL HER IN A VERY PAINFUL WAY.
ONE HOUR AND THIRTEEN MINUTES LATE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR HAVING RUINED MY EVENING OUT WITH MY FRIENDS WHO RIGHT NOW WILL BE ON THE BEACH OR IN A PUB HAVING FUN.

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So, I really don't know how to do this. Or what to do with myself, apart from studying, yeah XD
I love you. And that's the worst best thing that could ever happen to me.
I love you and I'm also supposedly getting over you, which is good. Oh, so good to be free, except when you're not.
I met some wonderful people yesterday night and I'm going to catch up with them tomorrow, before they go back in Friuli ç_ç so I can't wait. But I also am being aware of the fact that, Hell yeah, it's still me and still you. And we're nothing if not friends which is wonderful, because I really appreciate this kind of friendship and the thought of you being so similar to me that it really freaks me out sometimes. It does, believe me.
So, here I am, thinking that I love you, for who you are and for what we can Have together, a beautiful relationship Which I really want to cherish and let grow stronger.
I am smiling to myself, thinking about you while breathing in summer's fresh air.
I do, a thousand times.

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We may be the only ones tomorrow. Everywhere I go

I just got back home and once again smile.
These days I seem to have mostly good days, certainly messy, but there are many small facets that make wonderful and terrible at the same time.
First there are the girls, anyway, a habit that I hope will never go away, including ice cream and evenings playing poker and phone calls, and future plans.
Then there are the friends that if they had told you a year ago, there would never believed, those who take to you immediately and not leave you more, but always distant, always close.
Then there's the family, which as usual is messed up and not take you anywhere, it leaves you there with the discussions and things unsaid and bitterness in the mouth it is hoped that sooner or later steps.
There are a thousand things for which the penalty is to be here, a thousand things that's worth smiling, and I thank you very much, because in bad times I'll always remember you.

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Fidipù I hate, because it brings into play the Panda-Puccio (Panda-Puccio I choose you! Gotta catch'em all!) And I can not resist the Panda-Puccio, then here is the WWF Challenge permanent.
And because I like the reds, and since the bronze is the color that is closest to the bronze will point to that!
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is your lack of confidence hurting your poker profits in ? In good

online poker room for Texas Holdem there are various levels of buy-in tournament for each tournament, usually start at about € 5 (plus commission of the website).
This is the level at which to begin most new players.
You have gained experience that will leave poker behind the beginners and advance to the next level?
If the answer to this question is yes, I strongly suggest you start playing at tables more difficult but much more profitable in order to maximize your earnings with online poker .

The disadvantage to play the tables in the lower is that often inexperienced players make unpredictable moves of the players much more experienced poker players, and then often these are harder to beat than the best players .

Phil Hellmuth is a good example of this.

Phil is probably the best player in the world, but is famous for its aggressive behavior whenever an opponent makes an unexpected move against him.

for him would be very difficult to play against a beginner who has obtained a series of lucky hands, in fact, most professionals do not play poker in r (at least using their real name), compared with beginners for reason that there is too great a risk of suffering an embarrassing defeat.

Poker is an art and a science. These are people who play cards and behave differently, it's human nature. A hand that a player might see as an opportunity to raise or go all in, another might consider a hand to spend.

In Texas Hold'em poker online, there is a divergence of views and visions so large compared to the game and strategies, especially in a poker room frequented by many beginners. ; But if you start to play the tables with a more advanced level of play, you face players whose play is much more defined and standardized.

Everybody wants to win so players who have taken the plunge and decided to move to the tables of a more competitive online poker room, have a realistic chance to win a lot more money.
Nobody wants to play a hand after another, without ever winning, and so each player finds the tables at his level and continues to play until he is ready to go to the next grade.

So if you play a bit and have gained some experience in Texas Hold'em poker not keep still at the tables at $ 5 if you really want to start earning good money.
Do yourself a favor and take a step forward to the next level. You will find players who are more in tune with the way you play so you're more likely to be able to read their game and increase your profits.

Clearly, it will cost a bit more money, but look on the bright side: You are the best players now and it's just that you have the chance to win more money!

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"Within you I lose myself."

You to me are like one of those things that are not found when you need it most.
You know when you need a rubber band for the hair and you know that you had a thousand on the desk, but suddenly all disappeared? O sunglasses when there is a blinding light? You know you put that thing in a certain place, but in that place, now, is not there.
And then you start looking for her, first slowly, then faster, then you stop, take a break, let go a bit 'of time and forgive you look everywhere. Throw all the sheets, look under the bed, the basket of dirty laundry, because you know you have to be somewhere. God, you've made you, there. You decided that this would be his place and time there must be, right?
're not there yet. You're somewhere else, remote corner of the room where you drop your eye for a microsecond, and you have a sudden flash. Finally you found it, here it is, you knew he had to exercise somewhere at the bottom. The choice you have, and now here she is, you've found.
You, for me, you're so. I know you're in a ravine somewhere, you took me I am there, leaning against the wall of my mind, who smokes a pipe and look at me. I put you there, there, with those steps that can match my converse and leather. I've been buried under another skin and another smell. I've been buried under a summer Hot and affection for a painter. I drove out to the sound of whispering between the sheets and a hunger for sex, met every time.
you I'd buried. Yet, here it rose again.
not once but twice. What are you, God?
would let me run into any wall in a dark, let me tie, so I want you you'd do what you want. It is not because you're cool, it's cool A. you, if you really want, but it's because you got me vein. When they gave me cortisone intravenously, has subsided in five days the infection caused by colitis.
You, taken intravenously, the only dependency. Which is even a slight and subtle addiction, you know? It is not the talk on MSN, send messages and get a response, because the see you.
I'm dying to see you. I want to talk, I walk with you through the night, I want to tell you about all the things I have not spoken to anyone, ever. I want to eat with you and understand what goes into your head, I want to comment on how you dress, I want to hear what you have to say about BSDM. I want to spend hours with you.
's terrible. Terrible, you realize that? Of course not.
I will, of course, yes.
I would be one of those heroines of shojo manga and women of tragic love and not paid up to win the heart of the beloved.
The problem is that in fact you never love me. And before I'll spend the better it is, this time without involving some other person who has realized is purely useless.
I love you. My way. Perhaps it is not entirely true , but ...

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I sleep, I go to sleep or do something useful like studying, and instead I'm here to listen to music and I find these beautiful and random test on my flist \u0026lt;3

1. I still believe in people. Even those who still believe in me hurt, mistreated, perhaps convinced that eventually there will be a good side in everyone, or everyone can change, something that never happens.
2. I want to learn how to do bondage, there is a course tomorrow and Tuesday that I can not study due to follow, something for which Rosica enough>. \u0026lt;But now and then find another è.é
3. I do not like studying, or at least, I can not study I would like. I like reading, to death, but often people confuse this with a healthy love of learning that bon, does not exist.
4. I would die to work in a library, if I could
* _ * 5. Looking back, I had to do rhythmic gymnastics, as a child. The parallel fascinate me terribly.
6. I made the big dick to take English and English languages as One, when I had to do Russian and Chinese. But it is also true that if I made would not have known all my girls \u0026lt;3
7. I love musicals, everybody. I love music and Gregorian chants nrew age, I relax and above all inspire me.
8. The Disney movies are the panacea for the moments of my blue mood, especially Robin Hood and Beauty & the Beast.
9. Slowly I'm starting to read books in Italian, my library is now composed almost exclusively of stuff in English XD
10. I love the chains and dark look that, unfortunately, do not wear anymore. Should I start over, but I should make my wardrobe.
11. Reference, I refer back. I'm terrible when I head away I can not concentrate and I refer to later / tomorrow also do the silliest things like a washing machine.
12. Quote above could not multitask. If I have a fixed idea in his head what is and is difficult to get unrivet from there. At least that lisa_grey not take me somewhere, of course XD
13. I love physical contact and at the same time I can not prove it. If I had my hug, spupazzerei all the people I love whenever I see them, but then I block, not knowing whether it would be appreciated.
14. I have a few fantasies that I would like to experiment, and on time when I type or at least can I forget and then do not hope, until he came to my mind, and of course the raw material has run fine on that.
15. I love walking. And I intend to walk to walk like five hours straight without complaining, because for me to walk is like jogging or going to the gym for normal people.
16. Do I always have a little 'music when I walk, if I'm alone. Will be antisocial, but it is a further reason of inspiration and reflection for me.
17. I also like women, as well as the boys. So we're clear once and for all.
18. I'm sensitive, too. I am grateful that over the years my quality / defect is smoothed, otherwise I would not know how to live.
19. I'm afraid to disappoint others, and I'm always asking me how I guidichino / what they think of me. I'm terrified of being out of place in situations, and know myself nno lead.
20. One thing I miss from my childhood is someone who reads me stories before bedtime.
21. I was a mountain of times on the Twin Towers and now I miss them so much.
22. Dylan Dog to collect when I was about 16 years, I stopped for a long break of about two years and then resumed. Oh, Dylan! \u0026lt;3
23. I believe there is some kind of cyclicality in life, that spring most of the time bring me luck, that really is my month in May and not only my name, that men of my life to start M.
24. I've lost the habit of writing on the record card, after discovering that it was read. Despite this, continuo a comprare journals su journals bellissimi e a lasciarli blank.
25. Amo i sonagli e i campanelli, al liceo ne avevo uno a mo' di braccialetto per cui tutti i miei compagni di classe mi odiavano.

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.This is side one, flip me over, I know I'm not your favourite record.

This is wrenching my heart out. Not breaking it, nor tearing it to pieces or some drama hectic stuff. It's pulling it out.
I don't want to go there and you know it as well as I do. I don't want to say those things because they've been piling up and I've tried to just let them go, 'cause, you're still you , and I would let anything go by just for that.
You're a part of me. And I'm not kidding, and I know that probably you'll never read this but I just have to write it down somewhere, and it may as well be here. You are one of those person who made me the way I am today. You are the one that brought me into music and you are the one that made me laugh when I was crying; you are the one that kept me up and going at three in the morning, you are the one that told me you loved me when I wasn't expecting it and God, it was one of the best things in the world. You are the one for which I went to Roma3 instead of someplace else, 'cause in the end I was going to see you EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY which was something I'd wanted since high school. You are the one to whom I told stuff I didn't tell anybody else, and you are the one from which I learned most of the stuff I know now. When I was sad I came to you 'cause you were the only one who could cheer me up, and I left my cellphone on so you could call at night if you felt like talking.
I remember that time when you called me crying 'cause of him and I hid undercovers and tried to calm you down. I rememeber the first time we met, I was wearing my green pants and you came to me and said "Er... cuz?" and then you laughed.
I guess I never told you how I love to hear you laughing, did I?
I remember that we walked for ten minutes and then I was like "Where are we going?" "Actually, I WAS FOLLOWING YOU."
I remember the times that we went over to Lo Zoppo when it was still near Termini, and I remember the time when we drank from that fountain and you had to drink from every single bocchetta otherwise it was bad luck. I remember the posts we wrote to each other, I remember the times we went to the movies and when we held hands even thought you don't like to be touchy. I remember the things before and then the days after , I remember sitting next t you and I remember that first day at the Uni when I'd asked you to keep me a seat cause I was late as usual. I remember opening that door and seeing you first, and then everything else. I remember the people you made me meet, and how I'd be lost without you.
I remember that morning you had to fly to Houston at about 5 am and I woke suddently ap at something like 4.30 and I sent you a message "just think happy thoughts and we'll fly home." . I remember the times we quoted Gee and the coming out of closets years afterwards (heterosexuality is not my point), I remember the morning of my High School oral exam and that I called you before I called anyone else.
I remember all the songs and all the conversations and all the laughter and the tears and the pics and the videos and the mornings and afternoons and the nights..
I am sorry if I made mistakes, if I treated you badly without noticing, if I didn't notice when you were down or angry. I am sorry if I didn't try hard enough to understand what was wrong,if it seemed like you couldn't come and tell me things anymore, I'm sorry if I let go of things because I thought you didn't care, I'm sorry if I went my way without looking back.
But What Happened in the middle? Where did we start going in different directions? Why can not I Seem To Reach You Anymore?

One morning, we where seated next to Each Other and fantasy book I was reading Some of mine. I heard your voice. I lifted my head, puzzled, and you said it again. The Answered "Me too." And I Smiled.

I love you. So please, do not go where I can not follow.
"Of everyone I love in life, Nana, for me there is only one hero. And that hero is you. "