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Détail d'une oeuvre de Remy Cogghe, Roubaix, Nord, France

Maroilles, Nord, France

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Shanghai, China

Thought for the courageous Norway elected Liu Xiaobo, Chinese dissident imprisoned Nobel Peace Prize. Decision welcomed by many countries except France, a country of human rights ...

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It is Sunday and I'm dying of boredom. I talk with Marine on facebook, and I avoid talking to him about his evening last week when I was drunk and kept me from where we choose the music to spend dripping pieces in place, the evening where while I had avoided all the time I found myself at the time to say goodbye to roll on his bed despite her bedroom door does not close.

I came home several times and each time there was this vaguely sexual tension of expectation, I created probably by acting as if nothing was expected of me, and that was reflected in a gesture shy and conversations floating, as if we would had to jump on it rather than drink green tea because she did it, and as if, again, we did not really know if we felt like it or not . Personally, I knew not, sometimes I was thinking back yes and no profile, and yes my eyes open and eyes closed not.

So on her bed, she asked me to stay when we kissed it, and I caressed her small breasts even though we arrived enters the room, even though she protested softly, and smiled in Black feeling his nipples harden under my fingers. I was completely wiped, it was between 3 and 4 and Y'avait too crowded and too much music marshmallow, and then I would not qualify for the next tenants. It lasted about ten minutes, maybe twenty, I did not want to discuss, not me to justify not wanting to stay, I rolled on the bed with my head was spinning, and then sometimes I kissed her and then she began again to ask me questions about myself and the night was coming, so I snatched after kissing her one last time and I thought it was really nice shape, tall and thin, and then a firm body and a really cute little ass, and then a face ok. It's really a girl ok I thought.

I do not really know how but I finally offered him to come home. She arrives late, if you can say it, my apartment reeks of cigarette and kissing and undressing and they sleep together, but they say not much because there is not much to say, really. She asked that I turned off the light before. And that's fine, as I imagined, as foreshadowed in his body, nervous and everything, and then scratch my back and slides her legs behind my thighs and my butt and it makes me mad. After a while you remain lying with his head on my chest and my hand on his cheek and then I'll smoke a cigarette while looking out the window from time to time I see people pass through the yellow light and snow, and then she said:

- I never thought it would happen, and she laughs.

- was good, I say, without really knowing what to think of what she has said.

- Yes. I'm happy. She pauses. You want what?

- How-it I want to do what? You mean like, for you and me? "I sneered.

I see she nods, and she said yes, but timidly.

- Ah, but I want nothing, I told you, I want to get. I do not want a girlfriend. I have not the shoulders or the guts for it today. Nothing has changed from the other day. I dunno, you expected that you wanted us to be together? I can not help but laugh. This would be someone else, it would be like, eh.

- Ok, she said, and I dunno, she looks disappointed, and I expect it.

Then she says she loves me, and I put out my cigarette and I go to bed without really paying attention to her.

When I wake it is 4am, and she said she has not yet been able to sleep, and she goes away. I open the door and I did not kiss her when she goes, and I'm still completely in my bed and I say it is no worse way.

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I met Naomi on the Internet. She had appeared on the profile picture of a girl whom I had a compliment on twitter about it. She had created an account a little later to speak with me, I think, otherwise, she had limited use and it quickly dried up after this story. I thought she must have my profile stalker and that if it got underway, it was surely not just to see what I looked like in html. The current was quite good, very fast too.

It was one year younger than me, Hypokhâgne, a girl with long hair and light brown and smooth, relatively large eyes wide apart, a beautiful mouth, pretty nose, pretty eyebrows, a mischievous air, wise and seductive at once. Teenager, really. Thighs a little wider, a nice ass, though bigger than my hand, I imagined firm breasts.

Our relationship was ultimately based on a misunderstanding, because the seeming complicity of instant messaging had created based on a play about words Booba, who made her laugh when I could not be more serious about their quality. It is through them that I had his number téléphone, en le citant une nouvelle fois, et elle me l’avait donné alors que je n’y pensais même pas, que ce n’était qu’un coup d’épée dans l’eau, et je sentais de fait que oui, c’était une affaire qui roulait sans même que j’aie à conduire.

J’ai débarqué à Paris pour une raison x ou y un week-end. J’ai vu Sophie, on a bu des cafés et fumé des clopes dans le soleil qui rebondissait de façades en façades jusqu’au goudron et à la terrasse sur laquelle on se cachait derrière nos lunettes de soleil, puis j’ai attendu Noémie à Saint-Germain, un peu ennuyé par son retard, un peu ennuyé tout court, sans trop savoir ce que j’aurais à faire.

Elle est arrivée et alors que je voulais lui faire la bise, normalement, elle m’a embrassé tout de suite, ce qui a causé ce moment d’incertitude et de fouillis de joues et de lèvres et puis je me suis laissé faire. On a marché dans Paris, ce qui était cliché et bidon, simplement parce que je n’avais pas envie de reboire un café, ni de prendre un verre, et qu’on ne trouvait rien qui nous satisfasse, et il faisait beau et parfois, quand nous étions arrêtés, à un passage piéton par exemple, on s’embrassait, and often, she pulled me towards her so that I do, and she held my hand and she hugged me against her, and I quite like her, but the film bothered me a little. I wanted it, it scared me that it behaves like this and I also like a couple actually, because it had nothing to do, it was not intended to be and it would be ever, and then it was as if I was an accomplice of his illusions and it put me uncomfortable, it bothered me. At the same time, I thought I was exaggerating, it was a big girl that I was movies and thought it not that, it was just one and she wanted to be soft and sentimental with someone, sharing something intimate and everything, kind be accepted entirely without headaches. Anyway, all that concerned me, although when we kissed it was going, if only because I felt she was looking for my hand when I escaped him.

At one point we arrived at the Tuileries. We discussed a lot, I seem to have great difficulty sometimes in finding what to say, ask questions and start the conversation and it worried me a bit but I knew for some time that I could feel good to die of boredom with a girl without her and feel she is delighted the contrary, by a mechanism that I don ' I still do not understand. So we talked well, we laughed, too, was fairly light and it was not uncomfortable because someone is tightened against you as if you were living it feels good, it is reassuring and warm and flattering and so I took what there was to be taken and I closed my eyes to what there was to learn.

on chairs in front of green scrap Basin I kissed and I caressed her thighs under her skirt and she told me to stop, there were lots of kids and it was true but I told him we did not care and began to rain, which was funny because we had just spoken guys who sell bottles and sun umbrellas under water-reactivity with crazy and we stayed as it was feasible and I found it too can because we might as well have called Honore we filmed and it annoys me to feel like giving me a show, making love under the rain, it was really something to two balls and the only thing that was reassuring that I could not be Hugh Grant because I had a leather jacket.

Then we took shelter under trees near a statue and when I pressed against the stone and she gasped after she said she wanted me to redo and it was great actually exciting and everything, but I was trying to send text messages to Stephen and smoking a cigarette which meant that I turned away a little of it and it bothered him I could see, and I told him that I had to go, and I had to go do something in a girl. She asked if she could come with me. Then I laughed because it was very funny and I imagined a little trick that I had to go in a girl with whom I had great stew and I recently saw the Noemie meet and lick my ear or shoot me in front of his pelvis against her and it was just unimaginable. So I told him no and I gave a vague explanation and said that I spent the evening with friends in Paris and I would not see it and I would not sleep with her because it was not my corner and I'd do anything until late etc.. and I even wanted to have to justify myself.

She even accompanied me when the subway and slid his hands under my jacket and I let it. She was released on the platform with me and then she hugged me against her, kissing me and she would not let me go and she said you can come sleep with me if you want, after your evening and she would not let me go even if I told him three times that I should go, and I told him again that I went after kissing her three times quickly on the lips and she asked me why and I'm quite violently cleared of its embrace, I realize, and I fell, looking with an air of confident guy who plays with fire, I fell very slowly, but remained out of reach anyway because she did not move and when she said why when I left, I told him I did not want to play it, shrugging his shoulders ..

When I turned around after that, I looked over and I felt relieved even before press my headphones into my ears and I have not managed to cry on the night that I deprived myself if it was endure all this.