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I was called by my name and I entered the bedroom… she was laying on the bed, resting her head against the pillow and holding the sheets up to her neck. I was stunned… Instead of that confident lady, so sure of herself that I met a few moments before, there she was, just a frightened little girl, with big wet eyes, trembling with anxiety, her mouth cramped into a smile both sad and full of emotion.



She touched me so much. My cheeks became red with perplexity. I kneeled on the pillow big as a wheel beside the short bed. I approached my head looking into her eyes clear and yet full of anxiety that were asking for a childish and useless forgiveness. Her shy mouth would smile all the time, but all she could do was open it up a little. I pressed it a little and I felt it wet and warm under my lips. I put my left arm under her head, I grasped her chin with my right arm and then I opened up and crushed her lips feasted with their delicacy.

But my right elbow crushed a little and elastic fruit, her chest, through the sheet making me shiver all over. I snatched the sheets with all her scared resistance and I threw it in the middle of the room so that she couldn't cover herself anymore. That moment I discovered a body like I hadn't seen before.

As she stayed lie down on the bed, her little breasts could barely be seen from on top of her; yet there was a soft part and on top of it the small brown kernel, surrounded by a wine-red penny, resting on it like on an indefinite little pillow. Looked at from the side you could see the form of her breasts that was inviting you to put your palm around them...

All those warm, smooth gliding made you see her different, not skinny as when she was dressed. There was a line starting from her neck and going down between her breasts to go further to her small, cute belly button and then loosing itself into the silk triangle.

Her thighs were so little; you could almost guess that they were there, getting a little out of the line of her stomach. But at the back they ended in something round so perfect and hard as an apple, just as big as they needed to be. You had just to put your hand under her child-like loins without raising her waste that was caressing your palm and you fingers beneath it. But what really got me were her legs that did not start from the behind, like at other women, but from upwards, from the thigh. They were long, round, strong, and just a little narrow at the knees.

And you could feel the wave of this agile-even-when-not-moving body, under my kisses. It was something unbelievable, a puzzle, became even stronger because of the fact that I saw her so small and slim.

As if I wanted to see again the eyes that went with this body I turned my face to her. She turned her head with a hurt smile, with her eyes of a wet, intense, blue that seemed almost black, looking for a support in vane. She was all burning up like no one I had seen before...

I wanted to posses her eyes but she turned them away. She even turned her body a little and that moment her leg bend so that I could see the soft, warm roundness from inside her. It was something that made me see black... Like my thoughts burned me. Tortured with this imagine of her inner thigh, I grabbed her by her shoulders and I forced her to let me see her eyes and her lips, trying to observe the restlessness and the shudder of her body.