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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 ^ ^