My lover sits in the kitchen, looks in the computer and itches Bashny.Net

"Only, you know, lass – she's not the mother after all..."

My lover sits in the kitchen looking at computer and scratching his balls. I mean, honestly, I'm not sure what cards. You know, this brooding movement – maybe he's trying to grope or pulls like a rosary. So do almost all men. In those moments when they are good and when they feel comfortable and secure, they immediately run hand in pants (if they have pants).

 



 

You can imagine the woman as if nothing had happened, with all the people, scratches between her legs? Honestly, if he masturbated to the most disgusting porn, then I wouldn't hate that. "Well fuck," I said, " are you crazy?". We even got in a fight. That is, they are still snapping! Because for many men this day-to-promiscuity – lying on the couch in pissy pants among the gnawed chicken wings and with one hand in the pants – this is happiness.

No need to panic. Women are no better. Deep dropping in man's roots, they don't have time to dye her hair, shave her legs, and in curlers and a mask on her face go right around the house. Beautiful such. And so people live until it appears that they would rather have sex with their parents than with each other.

 



Of course, everyone wants sometimes to relax. And enough already backcomb that there is one card. But were you not warned in advance that life together is torture? And that personal space will not be never. Although, oddly enough, many people hate personal space. The impression is that they are just waiting when it will be possible not to close the door to the toilet or shave their pubic area with her man. Some even find it sexy.

Now there are hotels that focus on couples. I love these places (you get them by mistake usually). Bathroom or shower you have in the bedroom. Well, that is behind a glass wall. And the bed sink. You stand in the morning, all so delightful, brush your teeth, and your man wakes up, sees your ass and immediately falls into a frenzy. He's not offended that he was awakened by the sound of water. And you're not worried that plucking eyebrows and stare at my skin in front of witnesses.

Probably, all these people were trained "How to wash sexy". Personally, I don't shower erotic. And don't shave sexy armpit. And everything else too don't shave sexy.

Usually in such hotels does not close the door to the toilet (on castle). If your partner will get excited while you sit on the toilet, he has a chance for you to come in here and boast. Between us there are no barriers. All for show. To hell with no intimate area.

As almost all modern hotels for a romantic weekend it's done that way, it makes you wonder about the average idea of sexuality. Apparently, the lack of hygiene of course – one of her important components.

People are too lazy to try. And soon the sounds from the toilet sound like music. Because-I-can-relax! But between "relax" and "to blossom" – a huge difference. It is clear that when people are together, anything can happen. And poisoning shrimp has not been canceled. But this is force majeure.

"What is this?" I asked friend, who was fully made up and nicely combed at eleven o'clock in the morning. "Yes, I watched this show where a detective is Italian and he was like, wow, I immediately grabbed a bag and let's smarten up", she replied. Masha brought the beauty to watch the show with a handsome man. That's what I call a sense of beauty.

Wake up. Nobody likes us for who we are. This insidious lie. We love beautiful, funny and cheerful. And well-groomed.



 

In the summer I saw one girl on the beach in Portugal was pressing his friend's back acne. It was the highest degree of abomination. But their understanding is probably close. Honestly, I wanted to rip their heads off (why should they have doomed me to this show?), but they certainly did not speak English. You can't tear a man's head, without explaining why.

It is a strange intimacy, kind of related, when the mother removes the baby's stinky diapers, but still loves him. Only, you know, lass – she's not the mother after all. Relationships should be aesthetic. Otherwise, it appears that you put fresh food on dirty plates.

I had a neighbor (God rest her soul), a former Opera singer. The old lady. On the street she went naturarena – wig, lipstick, mascara, fashion coat and all. But when I first caught her on the stairwell in hose, bra, no jaw and fake hair, I honestly did not know what to do – laugh or scream with fear.

We all sometimes like that. If people live together, change happens gradually, without a cultural shock. But the essence is the same: respectives, the person eventually becomes a caricature of itself. So simplifying is closer, and trap. For those who are tired to admire and to admire himself... posted

 

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