http://diariodelostaconesrojos.blogspot.com/We had met in

http://diariodelostaconesrojos.blogspot.com/ We had met in the hotel parking lot. Neither did he want for his girlfriend to find out, nor for my husband to see me. Hurried by the hour what it was and with my bag of secrets on me, I stayed at the door. He, like Always, very punctual, I look at myself with suspicion. We had an hour. And now we only 59 minutes left... He had reserved the room. He went through reception and picked up the card. We cautiously head to the elevator. Nobody had seen us.-We went up to the seventh, honey. Those words caused great excitement in me. Things of destiny. Don't hesitate for a second. I had fun playing with his hands. TO plan our adventure, our game. To think, we had the opportunity to forget everything. Not to say anything. And we only had 50 minutes left... We open the room. Spotless. Immaculate. Virginal. I love to think pranks that could have been consumed there. The secrets that have been possible say. The agreements that have been made. I went to the bathroom and changed. I put on my lover costume perfect. Meanwhile, he unmade the bed, lit the candles and perfumed the room. room with the sweet smell of vanilla. I suggested that he lie down on the bed. I was going to enjoy my hands. He ran them through every pore of his skin. I felt breathing in my chest of his soul. I imagined that he was planning the next assault. And now alone 43 minutes left... After the moment of calm, the excitement began. we played to love us To be for a moment what we could not in reality. We kissed the idea of ​​the forbidden. We embrace the adventure of those moments. We believed that The time had come to undress our bodies, to shelter our imagination, which reached the most unsuspected limits. The heat ran through me extremities. My lips drank the elixir of life. Passion flooded me for complete. We were going to dance the fire dance. And we refuel in the sheets white, crying out for the smell of lovers. I had always loved of those innocent sheets, that cover what is necessary, and show what is inevitable. And there were only 29 minutes left... I didn't always feel the same. What's more, I would say that with the same person has different sensations. We had concluded our meeting that afternoon. We were amazed at what we were capable of doing. The Timing was perfect. We waited while we returned to reality, then of that trip to paradise. We cling to each other. In those moments, both We enjoy the moment of being masters of our passions and slaves of ours. discoveries. I decided to take a shower before leaving. And I was only missing 11 minutes... Ya, nada tenia sentido. The outside world was beginning to knock at the door. The Fantasy was beginning to fade. Everything was coming to an end. I collected everything and me despedí de el. Who knows when we would have another meeting. I only had one memory left. Room 739. My accomplice. Our confidant.