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| Natalie's Confessions Page 4 |
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| In Chiasso, I get off the train, which I know makes a several minutes stop, and I go to the coffee shop. A custom officer stares at me. He probably has been aroused by my coppery hair... If he only knew how I don't care for what he has between his legs. If he only knew how many sausages of that kind I have seen How I wetted myself that time a colleague of his checked me, but could not put his hands in my shrine, where there was what he was looking for in every sense. Even a condom wrapped Republic National Bank receipt. Ah, those hairy and sweaty hands that were so close to me without however touching my skin, that tobacco and virility odor, that trousers fold which had enlarged! And a dazed me who orgasmed more for fear than voluptuosness. I would have liked to grant me to him if only it could have been as a present, if I had beeen the stronger. It was of course impossibile with him, who represented a bossy State as the Italian one. Is it possible to be as complicated as I am? I adore men. I almost have an orgasm when only a sexy guy looks at me voraciously and later when I happen to come to the point, I flop but in very peculiar circumstances. How better the Internet, where I am not afraid of anything, not evem to type the most obscene words or to implement the most shameless sexual acts. If my PM chats and emails lovers knew how I fear their so gruesome appendices that I so much virtually like. Let's hope Mariuccia is at home, otherwise how can I remain one whole day without the Internet? I already long so much to open my inboxes, read what my many virtual lovers wrote me, visit the clubs I belong to, to chat for a while to ascertain if there is some new interesting guy. Or simply to navigate from Auckland to Cordoba, from Florence to Heidelberg. I'm so curious to hear from that passionate Nick from Foggia. Will it be true he types from a hospital? Why not from a vicarage. I can now see Campione d'Italia - how funny a small piece of Italy completely inside Switzerland - casino on the opposite lake shore. In a few minutes my train will arrive in charming Lugano. If Mariuccia is not at home, I will go the Splendide Royal... |
