Mon amour Page #4

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spying on boys as they took a pee.

So many c*cks...

A old man dragging his balls

followed me all the way home.

"Is your little p*ssy furry?"

he asked, his speech all slurry.

I shook with fear and dread...

but I stroked my p*ssy

when I went to bed.

You're not the first one

who's stuck it up my ass.

Be gentle, I said, it hurts.

It's the safest place to come,

he said,

pushing it all the way in.

He pulled it out covered in sh*t.

Deflowered in the ass

before the p*ssy.

What a slut...

We're all like that.

We've all got our values.

A matter of time, place and size.

With a doctor one Sunday morning

when the clinic was closed.

He wanted me

to put it in my mouth.

It was so big

I didn't think I'd be able to.

With a photographer

in his booth at the beach,

with the excuse of looking

at photos.

He was married, but very talented

with his finger.

With a schoolmate

in the upper-tier-box at a concert.

A bit clumsy,

but good with his tongue.

Not just in my mouth,

but on my neck, on my tits,

between my ass cheeks

and in my p*ssy.

Married six months and I'm taking it

up the ass from a stranger.

What would they say

if I don't go back to Milan?

If I run off to Paris

with a man who draws nude women?

You know that four-eyed slut

who works as his secretary.

"Remember the appointment

with so and so, sir. "

Whores who want to be published,

eager to suck him off

under the desk, like these women here

who pretend to be shocked but who

would all like to be in my place.

Dario would treat me like

an accessory.

If he could see me now,

maybe he'd change his mind.

He'd get a hard-on

knowing I have a cock in my p*ssy

and a hand on my ass.

Silvia's right,

jealousy is an aphrodisiac.

Leon must be as intelligent

as he is hung,

but how long could

our relationship last?

Ten centilitres, the average amount

a cock can spurt on you.

That's all that's left of love.

The festival has ended,

the party's over too.

Is this what you're looking for?

I asked you a question,

answer me!

- I was looking for my nightgown.

- Liar, you know it's here.

- Oh, of course it is.

- Know what time it is?

No. Around two?

It's five in the morning.

Where the f*** where you?

Where was I?

Out dancing with Silvia.

Silvia was at the party,

why do you keep on lying?

If you read it, you know why!

Sure, I read it.

It's a real masterpiece!

It should be published and launched

at the next festival.

You don't leave anything out.

Behind that fake veneer of modesty

you're the biggest whore of all!

Let me f*** you, b*tch.

Is this what you want?

Oh, yes!

I'll give you the "Monamour"!

Do you like it, slut?

Tell me you're my filthy whore!

Yes, Dario, I'm your slut!

I'm your filthy whore!

Say you'd like someone in your

mouth while I come up your ass!

F***, yes!

Scream, Monamour!

It's the wedding present

you promised me!

Silvia was right, thanks to Leon

I found Dario again.

After reading my diary

he even behaved like him.

Did jealousy

really rekindle his passion?

Always having that little suspicion,

that's what turns him on.

Before he fell asleep,

worn out and satisfied,

he put his hand on my ass

and whispered knowingly:

"When are you going dancing

with Silvia again?"

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