Swott Analysis For Salon

God exists (and is called Alejandro)

Lady GaGa.
I love you, and I hope that one day I will marry.

Meanwhile, remaining confident expectation, and I want to make all share the fact that I discovered the films of the millennium.
"Another Gay Movie", and its worthy sequel, "Another Gay Sequel."
Now, since one would guess that name something of genius lurks in the frames of this film. E 'Magritte. The film is a
tantinello explicit but not pornographic so demeaning, indeed. It 'so ... shiny that is forgiving, and the characters are so adorably stereotyped I want to become my best friends forevah instantly.
... Misery, I'm happy with less.
Among other things, in the sequel there is an incredible beef called Luis. This has threatened to assassinate me, as I recalled that I had a guy with the same name. It was half Colombian, and was the lucky owner of the most beautiful ass I've ever seen in my life. Record still stands. Okay, this still uses the infamous Luis Supreme prohibited weapon for its beautiful Marple: The talk in English. He says
kose.karine.in.spagnolo.
Now, I've sucked it five years of high school language, more courses, study tours and various certifications for plain masochistic spirit, or even worse, because - HAH! - Accounts of finding work more easily. No no no, it's because I have a kink truly monstrous for English, English and French. I very much sympathized with the protagonist bionderrimo, when he made a face, "Okay, now that you told me that I can also los ojos azules with his car."

Seriously, is not a serious film, not a manifesto of the struggle for equal dignity, and is not a fresco of the gay world with stars and stripes. It 's just a gay American Pie filled with beautiful youths dressed in preposterous outfits, dildo fathers who give their children for graduation, and summer competitions extremely unlikely. And the soundtrack could have written Lady GaGa in person, or his trusted Alejandro. Look
. It 'awful, will kill you, and will also appear at some point a very special guest in the guise of a mermaid.
"So Many Men, So Little lube ..."

Walk With Feet Turned Out

Fic: That Phone Call

Ok, as always in everything I forgot to post my first fic here, better late than never. U_U





Community: dietrolequinte
Title: That phone call
Author: x_stateira_x
Beta: koorime_yu and janetmourfaaill
Fandom: RPS - FC Liverpool / Real Madrid CF
Characters / Pairing: Sergio Ramos, Fernando Torres (Sernandoh)
Rating: VM18
Warning: sporcaccionaggini
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is not profit. (H) You do not want to offend or be prejudicial against real people described. (Eeeeeh) Nothing in this narrated fanfiction has really happened but it is fictional, so do not pretend to give a truthful picture of events or personalities. (Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh)
Note: I angosciatissima for this debut. Angosciatissima.




- Ready. -

While he said it, Sergio Ramos was putting together a difficult puzzle pieces. was three thirty in the morning and he was sleeping the best sleep of his life. The staff had taken his cell phone to ring frantically. It was a contact number for the chosen few, that: he saw the words "private number" on the screen, but he answered automatically, even without taking the time to curse.

- Hello. - Whispered a voice. Sergio had a shiver down my spine.
- C-Who's Talking? -
Silence, and then a soft chuckle. - Who knows. Did I wake you? - At
giggle, Sergio knew him, and finally relaxed on the sheets that had kicked off in the rush to respond. - Hell, yes. - Sighed. - What is it, why do you call me with--
- Shhhh. - Sergio
closed his eyes glare. He tried the same, unmistakable tension when the idiot at the other end made him "shhh" live, right ear. He curled up a little, pushing his head against the pillow crumpled.
- All right. I'm all ears. - Murmured, amused.
- Here. That's better. -
- Why did you call me? -
- Because I wanted to hear. -
- At three o'clock in the morning? -
- Yes. I could not sleep. -
- Poor niño. -
- You know, I tried to relax a bit 'masturbate, but I did not succeed. -
- ... Thanks for informing me that you're a million miles from here with an orgasm at stake. Now I just did not succeed to sleep. -
other end, half sneer. Fernando's voice echoing slightly, as if he were in an empty room or very small. - I'll I company. Guess, I'm wearing boxers that we bought together. Red ones. Those who make the stain immediately if I get a drop. - Sergio
mentally counted to three, and then moaned softly. - Do not do this. - Blew, and stretched a hand under the sheets to get half a caress.
- All right. Then I raise them. -
- Oh no no no, no ... Nando -
A rustle through the ear's unique vibrating all the way down between her legs, and the erection he had hoped to hold off with the caress swelled almost made him sick.
Holy shit.
would have been able to distinguish the noise made when it slid off the clothes even if Fernando had been distorted and mixed with one hundred thousand other sounds. Its thin skin is wrinkled even if he bent to help pull out the hip pants and scratch card gently on the fabric.
- Sergio. - Shoot the damn little tormentor. - I'm all naked, they are very hard, and I'm thinking about you so so much that I hurt my temples. -
No replies the other. Only a faint noise. Surely Sergio was moving the cushions, to have all the space he needed.
- I came back the urge to masturbate. ... Do you hear? I'm trembling voice. -
- Yes. I feel it. - Sergio closed his eyes, like a defeated man. He ran a finger over the glans, squeezing the muscles of the back reflection of the slight sensation of cold. His body trembled at first pleasantly caress.
- Anf. - Fernando made over the phone. - Wish you were here, Sergio. I looked. -
- Yes. Nnnh, you would look, fill my eyes. Are you lying? -
- Yes. -
- God What you need to be indecent. -
- St keeping your legs wide. I can not use his left hand because I'm holding the phone. Otherwise ... Nh ... I put two fingers between your buttocks and try to do spells that you do. -
- God You're killing me. -
A sob. The vague feeling that Fernando had lost control of breath and could not talk anymore.
- S-Sergio! There are ... ... I'm ... -
Sergio gave a ferocious pace with his hand, but for those who were sighing in my ears Nando would not even be served.
- Aaaahn! - Threw out his chest, while his feet were planted curled themselves into the mattress. He came and shook a few seconds before Nando. The perfect time to enjoy with a minimum of lucidity his sigh that became frantic squeaks when he was doing was trying to breathe, and finally the long, soft, delighted "Ooooooooh" which was the best orgasm of his commentary as possible.
After at least a full minute of flotation, recovered one of the pillows that had moved, to put it under the head.
- I hate you. - Chuckled. - Explain how you came to mind to me a thing. -
- I told you. Because I missed you. -
- Yeah. - The smile was a moment of hesitation. Exhaled a long time. - When you arrive at the airport tomorrow? -
- have already arrived. -
- ... What? -
- Surprise. I'm in the car. -
- By car. Have you masturbated while driving? -
- Look, are stationary. -
- Ah, even better! All we need is that you do see! Where are you exactly? -
- In your home. I open? -

Why? Why
Nando had to be so ...?

- If you open? - Sergio
threw away the phone without being sure you have closed the call. He grabbed a pair of shorts to training that had thrown the chair before going to sleep if he had not even put them under her pants and ran like a madman down the stairs. If they had not been nearly four in the morning, would have laughed like a madman, for the savage joy of being able to immediately embrace, and why were these small, dirty things that reminded him of why he loved Fernando.