KateZoe

 

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I want to share with you this personal space where I will leave open all my desires and thoughts

 

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I'm Kate I'm 20 I'm a woman who likes adventure, extreme sports and having a great time, I like to try new things and I like to meet people willing to try new things with me, come and enjoy the pleasures of life together. I'm flirtatious and I like flattery, I fall in love with nice people, I like my body, I take good care of it, I love to dance, I like jokes, I have a good sense of humor, I stand out for making people laugh a lot, I like to enjoy and have fun in life.

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Your back has its own neurons that remember your fingernails with your fingers. The thighs, with the arms, hold the softness of the sides forever. The body remembers, and its memories speak of splendor and moisture.

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The meaning of the color red Positive: Passion, boldness, importance, strength, warmth, energy, stimulation, masculinity, excitement, exuberance, boldness. Negative: defiance, aggression, impact, tension, which is not a good thing..

 

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If you love me, love me whole, not by areas of light or shadow... if you love me, love me black and white, and gray, and green, and blonde, and brown…

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Love me day, love me night... and dawn in the open window! ... if you love me, don't cut me off: love me all... or don't love me.

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Sometimes I feel like being corny to say, "I love you madly". Sometimes I feel like being stupid to scream, "I love her so much!" Sometimes I wish I was a kid to cry curled up in her bosom..

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Sometimes I wish I were dead to feel, under the damp soil of my juices, that a flower grows breaking my chest, a flower, and say:.

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Ni recuerdos ni presagios: Just present, singing. No silence, no words: your voice, only, only, speaking to me. No hands or lips, just two bodies, far apart. Neither light nor darkness, neither eye nor sight, vision, the vision of the soul. And at last, at last, neither joy nor sorrow, neither heaven nor earth, neither above nor below,

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I offer you among the bunches, green gazelles and roses, my naive heart that to your goodness humbles; do not want to tear it your loving hands, your eyes rejoice my simple gift. In the shady garden my weary body morning auras covered with dew; as in the peace of a dream it slips beside you The fugitive instant that lust rest. When the divine storm is quiet in my bosom, I'll recline, playing with your thick loops, over your honey-breast my sleepy forehead, sounding to the rhythm of your last kisses..

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A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love the undying light of your black ally. You will walk with me as long as my body shadows and my sandal remains. - Are you thirsty or water in my way? - Tell me, elusive virgin and companion.

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I want you.. And you move me the time of my life without hours. I love you in the pale streams that travel in the night, and never end of driving stars to the sea. I love you in that morning detached from the flight of the centuries that fled its white ship to the water without waves where they swam sad, your voice and my song. I love you in the pain without tears that so many nights has collected the sleep in the sky invested in my pupils to look at you cosmic, in the voice undermined by my noise of centuries collapsing. I love you. In the reflective sleeplessness where my spirit has turned into birds. I want you.. My love escapes slightly from expressions and paths, and breaks through shadows and reaches your image from the innocent point where I am grass and thorn.

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You'll come naked with open arms I'll rest my head on your breasts You'll say the words I expect I'll sing sweet dirges You'll promise seas and valleys and mountain tops I'll be the father of your children You'll shine like lightning I'll become a star You'll be my girlfriend, prettier than all brides I'll sing Jorge Ben's songs You'll have long hair I'll braid mine You'll want to A house in the countryside I'll build a cabin by the river You'll dress up sometimes in all the colors of the Iris I'll love you forever You'll want flowers I'm a horse, a guitar And we'll never, never, never work.

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The murdered love

It can never be said that the unhappy Eve omitted any lawful means of escaping from that tunnel of Love, which pursued her without leaving her a resting place.. He began by putting earth in the middle, traveling to break the spell that binds the soul to the places where love first appears to us.. Useless caution, wasted time; for the rogue of prey climbed into the back of the carriage, crouched under the seats of the train, then slipped into the hand-bag, and finally into the traveller's pockets. Every time Eve stopped, Love would pull out her malicious little head and tell her with a petty and confidential smile:. Let's go together.»

Then Eve, who did not sleep, ordered to build a very high tower well guarded with buckets, bastions, ditches and underpants, defended by veteran guards, and with rakes and massive iron plated and bolted doors, closed day and night. But when he opened the window, one evening he looked overwhelmed with weariness to look at the field and to enjoy the soft and melancholy light of the rising moon, the robber crept into the room; and though he drove him out of it and placed double bars, with sharp spikes, and imprisoned himself willingly, he only got Eve let love come through the crevices of the wall, through the gutters of the roof or through the keyhole.

 

Furious, she made the cracks and caulk the interstices, believing herself safe from daring and excess; but she did not count on the douche that is in trits and picardihuelas the Love. The very cursed was dissolved in the atoms of the air, and wrapped in them got into her mouth and lungs, so that Eve spent the day breathing it, excited, crazy, with a fever very similar to that caused by the oxygen-saturated atmosphere. Out of her mind, desperate to keep the evil Love at bay, Eve began to think of a way to get rid of him once and for all, at all costs, without looking at means or stopping in scruples.. Between Love and Eve, the fight was to the death, and it didn't matter how it was won, but only to get the victory. Eve knew herself well, not because she was very thoughtful, but because she possessed a shrewd and accurate instinct; and knowing himself, he knew that he was capable of cajoling the devil himself, not Love, inflammable and easily seduced with meows and flattery. He proposed, then, to squeeze Love, and get rid of him over sure and treacherously, killing him. She prepared her nets and hooks, and putting in them bait of flowers and sweet honey, she lured Love making funny winking and directing smiles of intoxicating tenderness and words between bass and mimosas, in a voice veiled by emotion, of notes more melodious than those of water when it is unrestrained On pebbles or fall sighing in MoorishThe source.

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Love came flying, cheerful, gentle, happy, stunned and confident as a child, impetuous and conceited as a mancebo, placid and serene as a vigorous male. Eve took him in her arms, caressed him with feline softness, served him sweets, cuddled him to sleep in peace, and then she saw him calm down, laying his head on her chest, prepared to strangle him, squeezing his throat with rage and rage.

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A feeling of pity and pity held her back, however, for brief moments.. ¡It was so cute, so divinely beautiful that damned Love! On her nacar cheeks, pale with happiness, fell a rain of golden curls, as thin as the very strands of light; and from her purple, still smiling mouth, from between the double string of pine nuts mounted on her teeth, came a pure, equal, aromatic whiff.. Her blue pupils, open, wet, retained the blissful languor of the last moments; and folded over her body in Hellenic proportions, her pink wings looked like torn petals.. Eva felt like crying.

There was no choice; I had to kill him if I wanted to live with dignity, respect, freedom. She did not close her eyes to see the boy, she squeezed her hands tightly, long, long, horrified by the screaming she heard, the dull, gloomy whining exhaled by dying love.. Eventually, Eve let go of the victim and stared at her... Love neither breathed nor bounced; it was dead, as dead as my grandmother. Just as she was making sure of this, the criminal felt a terrible, strange, inexplicable pain, something like a wave of blood rising to her brain, and like an iron ring gradually pressing on her chest, suffocating her.. He understood what was happening... The love she thought she held was deeper, in her heart, and Eva, by murdering him, had killed herself..

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My friends and I decided to call a costume party, which would have one purpose: to invite the woman we liked. The environment would be perfect for interaction without any barriers.. Finally my special guest has arrived.. Before this meeting we had only spoken on certain occasions, where we realized that there was a "spark" between us.. As soon as he got here, I offered him a drink and we started talking.. She was dressed as a black fairy: tender and evil at the same time.. I was a woodcutter. The drinks were rising and the temperature between us was rising too.. We sat on an armchair and I couldn't resist, so I grabbed the layer of her costume that covered part of her underwear and groin and sneaked my fingers into her private area. His reaction was one of immediate acceptance.. I told him to pretend and keep talking as if no one saw us (the truth is that everything was around us). She committed herself and only inhaled and exhaled rapidly at a very low pitch when she finally reached climax.. I was the happiest to have made her experience this pleasure..

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Take off my eyelids and cheeks, kiss the corner waiting for you: open your neck high to be approached; by your lips slowly runs my shoulders, uncovered and now that I open my eyes, look at me and we talk

Crunchy meat

Wake me like this, with my body crunching with my desires stirred with the promise of your return with the essence of our desires, with the hollow of your smile with your unmet grief, with the profusion of our agonies. Then I'll know how to savor the solitude of my hours, those that don't understand clocks, knowing that I keep inside me all your moist memories.

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Give me back my solitude

Tear me from my waist to the back of your mount, tear me from my back, with a clean kiss, grab me and never let me go, so you muffle all my silences fill me with you, fill every pore with the insistence of your tongue turn me lonely, break it in your fingers, those who now occupy all my spaces Give me shelter from hunger in the hollow of your arms I want to let go of myself, today, in them

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To take root in your bosom

To root myself in your chest, with every heartbeat Sow me in your arms, fertilized with caresses To curdle a sweet love, syrup in your mouth Water with my hands your trunk-man, mine alone To be born in you every night Scrambled in branches, leaf litter and fertile soil: a mass of flesh like coiled selty honeysuckle Germinate for you every one of my early mornings Wrap me with your sad green smile, until it disappears and becomes a loving fertilizer of a love story, ours, made of sun, light and earthy blood

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On my hottest nights in the cold the memory of your passionate kisses come to my memories, just thinking about it ignites me as if I'm seeing reflected in your eyes the desire that had no brake when we wanted it so much. You know, I miss those sneak visits to your office. I miss the time I wanted to see you greet me at 7:30 a.m. or 3 p.m..

Today I'm not gonna talk about how much I miss those moments, I'm gonna talk about what I dream about with you, the stories under my blanket where you're the protagonist, my hot tub feels like the feeling I had in your car when we got back that day after your gift or the day I sweated in that place that gave us We met to show you that desire (although if I think about it right that day was more) or the last rich moment... that moment that was so present in me as a tattoo on my skin. I don't know if it will happen again. All I can say is that I wish it with all my soul. This time I wish that fear and stress would not overwhelm us. I feel for you..

Pray to God that this happens to me I feel because otherwise no one saves you from repeating it with me many times in my dreams both asleep and awake and with full consciousness, like coming back to never go away and cling to your evening kisses, hidden, passionate, that promise a task It's spectacular.. I don't regret a single moment of what happened and if you ask me if I would do it again I say if once and a thousand times more passionate than before, just remember that you have me at your mercy, like the Aladdin lamp, ask and it will be granted. These are the midnight confessions, now I'm heading to a space where I only think of you and…

The murdered love

It can never be said that the unhappy Eve omitted any lawful means of escaping from that tunnel of Love, which pursued her without leaving her a resting place.. He began by putting earth in the middle, traveling to break the spell that binds the soul to the places where love first appears to us.. Useless caution, wasted time; for the rogue of prey climbed into the back of the carriage, crouched under the seats of the train, then slipped into the hand-bag, and finally into the traveller's pockets. Every time Eve stopped, Love would pull out her malicious little head and tell her with a petty and confidential smile:. Let's go together.»

Then Eve, who did not sleep, ordered to build a very high tower well guarded with buckets, bastions, ditches and underpants, defended by veteran guards, and with rakes and massive iron plated and bolted doors, closed day and night. But when he opened the window, one evening he looked overwhelmed with weariness to look at the field and to enjoy the soft and melancholy light of the rising moon, the robber crept into the room; and though he drove him out of it and placed double bars, with sharp spikes, and imprisoned himself willingly, he only got Eve let love come through the crevices of the wall, through the gutters of the roof or through the keyhole. Furious, she made the cracks and caulk the interstices, believing herself safe from daring and excess; but she did not count on the douche that is in trits and picardihuelas the Love. The very cursed was dissolved in the atoms of the air, and wrapped in them got into her mouth and lungs, so that Eve spent the day breathing it, excited, crazy, with a fever very similar to that caused by the oxygen-saturated atmosphere. Out of her mind, desperate to keep the evil Love at bay, Eve began to think of a way to get rid of him once and for all, at all costs, without looking at means or stopping in scruples.. Between Love and Eve, the fight was to the death, and it didn't matter how it was won, but only to get the victory.

Erotic story

 

On my hottest nights in the cold the memory of your passionate kisses come to my memories, just thinking about it ignites me as if I'm seeing reflected in your eyes the desire that had no brake when we wanted it so much. You know, I miss those sneak visits to your office. I miss the time I wanted to see you greet me at 7:30 a.m. or 3 p.m..

Today I'm not gonna talk about how much I miss those moments, I'm gonna talk about what I dream about with you, the stories under my blanket where you're the protagonist, my hot tub feels like the feeling I had in your car when we got back that day after your gift or the day I sweated in that place that gave us We met to show you that desire (although if I think about it right that day was more) or the last rich moment... that moment that was so present in me as a tattoo on my skin.

 

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Gestational love

To be placenta and irrigated with fetal desire Your first sip, trapped in your lungs: pools of molecular oxygen Pez that drips sweat, sweat that drips deformed beats erupting in your inexperienced lips Being in you when you weren't

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Take off my eyelids and cheeks, kiss the corner waiting for you: open your neck high to be approached; by your lips slowly runs my shoulders, uncovered and now that I open my eyes, look at me and we talk

Crunchy meat

Wake me like this, with my body crunching with my desires stirred with the promise of your return with the essence of our desires, with the hollow of your smile with your unmet grief, with the profusion of our agonies. Then I'll know how to savor the solitude of my hours, those that don't understand clocks, knowing that I keep inside me all your moist memories.

Give me back my solitude

Tear me from my waist to the back of your mount, tear me from my back, with a clean kiss, grab me and never let me go, so you muffle all my silences fill me with you, fill every pore with the insistence of your tongue turn me lonely, break it in your fingers, those who now occupy all my spaces Give me shelter from hunger in the hollow of your arms I want to let go of myself, today, in them

To take root in your bosom

To root myself in your chest, with every heartbeat Sow me in your arms, fertilized with caresses To curdle a sweet love, syrup in your mouth Water with my hands your trunk-man, mine alone To be born in you every night Scrambled in branches, leaf litter and fertile soil: a mass of flesh like coiled selty honeysuckle Germinate for you every one of my early mornings Wrap me with your sad green smile, until it disappears and becomes a loving fertilizer of a love story, ours, made of sun, light and earthy blood

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A snail by my fingers, on my foot, crawls drooling into a kiss so slow, that the foot is lip, and the lip, slow, kiss. You ask me to make you sad, but I'm just a happy snail crawling between your toes You ask me to give you saliva, when you know you've got it all inside, seething armored and reviled between my legs I grab your face for a moment: Mythical countenance of a movie actor, and even if I don't want to, I get lost in reasonable similarities Like fleeting children we recognize each other: Intact toy, instant sexed toy library open thirty hours a day, accessibility assured You ask me to be a free boomerang, and I think of you: oblique journey, and I ask you, I only ask you to tell me the way And to return, or die, in my womb You ask me, and I ask you, You disarm me and compose me like an unfinished comic, like hesitant waiting, I swallow what I love you, so you never know

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