Hello everyone, here I am again to tell you my life ... unfortunately I can not update the blog frequently because the exams are approaching and for those who will have to dealing with patients one day iperaggiornati and full of questions to be studied, but Carrie does not mind because as I said he does willingly.
So where were we? Oh yeah ... it was the period between late July and August 2008, we were miles apart not for our will, but just to follow their families. We felt ogni giorno,ogni ora era quella buona per scambiarci qualche chiacchiera ed aumentare la voglia di vederci e fomentare la nostra passione. Ricordo che quell’anno feci una crociera insieme ai miei e che,gironzolando per la nave, avevo scoperto il ponte 7: era il ponte su cui si faceva jogging ed essendo comunque lo spazio molto limitato per chi in genere si dedica a questo sport, era quasi sempre deserto. Ogni giorno verso il tramonto andavo là e attendevo la sua chiamata costante e col mare davanti il tempo scorreva finchè le lancette dell’orologio non mi riportavano alla monotonia di quella vacanza. Forse è questo il motivo per cui ancora oggi odio andare in crociera, lì il tempo scorre molto lentamente e noi invece proprio allora avevamo urgenza time passes as quickly as possible. S. said he did not wait to meet again with Carrie, and she wished so much that those kisses and affection that were written message to become reality.
On August 17 and was happy to get off the ship as if it were one of the first day of my vacation. S. Foggia was already waiting for me. Only two days after it started for me the best story, carefree and mess of my life. It was the afternoon of August 19, invent a lie to get out, this time he also invents a lie because the family had returned from vacation to complete, picks me up again with his car and stroll for a city that still feels the wake of a summer almost on its last legs and we could not ask for better than him to avoid the eyes of people who would not have even understood what we were still conscious. That afternoon, Carrie was very "bourgeois" in his clothing, as I call it: beige trousers, white t-shirt with puffy short sleeves, low moccasin, one of many Alviero Martini arm and a touch of tan that will enrich the skin. As soon as I find it later in his Toyota more beautiful than before and hug him .... Moreover all that talk that we had traded in those days we were together even more. We continue to talk a lot, are always the usual talkative I say ... At one point, S. stops the car, telling me not take it anymore, he needs to shake and I at that time are more excited than ever: I approached him, I find myself wrapped in his arms and was so natural that by exchanging that first kiss time now, both wanted. If today I think back to that kiss I can see very hasty, furtive, as if Carrie and S. wanted to take the essence of everything in a moment of pleasure, our lips were as bound by a strange force, and his tongue caressed my potavamo and finally enjoy and taste our first taste with which he learns to know so many other flavors. S. did not know where to put its hands, holding them above my stroked his shirt and only later told me that he was very embarrassed and did not know how far you could push. With that kiss, we began to learn about our intimacy and I must say that our subsequent meetings were certainly more beautiful .
I was taken back home and I was happy and adrenaline as I was not ever in my life, even before getting a few kisses and then three laps of the block where I call my best friend on the phone: "We kissed and it was beautiful."
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