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Ho! Ho! Ho!

I drew your attention is not it. I am fully in the holiday season now. I just finished my Christmas tree and while I rode, I was wondering how I might well link all I wanted to write.

Let's talk about Christmas ... I always loved Christmas. ALWAYS! Very small, it was time when the whole family gathered to celebrate, share and enjoy being together. I spent hours preparing the Christmas mass. It was something when I was not involved in the nursery or the choir, I served mass. This gave a special stamp.

When I stopped believing in Santa Claus (do I really stopped believing?), I gave myself a heck of a permit for my cousins to believe. I think I scored some more than others who have continued the tradition and who now, like me, a fertile imagination. I invented several tricks to create the excitement among smaller and guess what? I still do. I told my sweet that business to my children and it's so nice to see the stars in their eyes when:
- I explain that the few weeks before Christmas, the elves roam the magical Santa's reindeer to bring the magic of the houses which become decorated;
- I send them the message of Father Christmas Portable ;
- I help them to prepare a letter for Father Christmas;
- I read the letter they received from Santa Claus and I improvise to change the text because they are all three alike;
- I purposely change path for them to see other neighborhoods decorated differently;
- I make them watch thousand-and-a Christmas movie;
- I tell them to ask their desire most valuable in the window led to the magic of Christmas.

exercise I do, is to their imagination and it works. I got confirmation Thursday night when my kindergarten teacher gave me my first big Christmas present.
When you become a parent, there is no manual. We do as we can with the resources we have. I give all my best to my three angels. But in the hubbub of everyday life, it often remains with the bad times ahead. "Why did I lose patience? Why he does not eat well? What have I done to deserve a tantrum yet? "We forget our successes. Thursday night, our successes were highlighted by the teacher of my daughter. She told us that we had good values instilled in our daughter that we had very stimulating. She told us that we had made a polite little girl, quick-witted, rational, very bright. That we had to show compassion and empathy, as it is able to reach out to others when they seem to be necessary. It is now almost 6 years since we did our best, without knowing whether it was enough without knowing whether it worked, what results we obtained: here, we know.

Yes, Santa Claus exists, he lives in us all. It is we who give it life in everything we do. As a mom, I live Father Christmas every day for the happiness of seeing my children rejoice before the tree in front of the exterior decorations, Santa Claus in front of a shopping center ...

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And to tell you that I have ever had

I do not know if you've ever tried to drink piss? I
yes.
And frankly, it was delicious.
Why am I telling you this? I am not sure, frankly.
To be honest, I'm not sure to be a passionate
sexual practices which we will call out to euphemistically-standards, lack of a better name. I
always been wise enough in this area, perhaps even a little old France, although I have never spat on sodomy.
Hey, let's talk.
I repeatedly cut to pieces with some on this subject that deserves its own lengthy arguments, but it is
Internet, brothel, so I'll do like everyone else: the pruning cut Freud. The issue is: can we talk about male desire and female desire? The answer is no.
(I told you: the pruning)
Come on, I force myself and I developed a bit:
I do not believe at all that there is a male or female desire, a sort of large format under FAT32
software zigounette / flannelette. Estelle likes to be fucked, Rachel is stubborn. Betsabée swallows. Judith not. Moses enjoys moderately
finger in the ass when you suck. Saul loves. (Yes it is called "biblically to know" - so I unsheathed the reference heavy - Corinthians, let down your comzzz - ah, the cocks to the Corinthians. I Megara, as they say in Crete)

I'm a pretty boy opened done. And always ready to revise my thinking.
I have long believed that ejaculation facial was a full practice right after porn for dummies , emanation exclusive male desire to unload in mouth full of his wife or daughter in the evening with one side not healthy-healthy. Up to realize that:
- it's still pretty exciting,
- there are girls that it is not possible in states - and wanting more.

But I said I was talking sodomy.
Mystery. orifice prohibited. In my point of fascination domineering. No will to ensure that my partner "has in the ass" figuratively, but literally only. Enough of my joy, as it is his.
And they are particular sensations.
(Incidentally, and it's the girls that I am speaking at a sodomy boy enters the tail of the ass of the girl with a somewhat odd, unusual and exciting. It's definitely worth a look)

In fact, I read it again: and I had gone to cause you piss.
Currently installed in front of my computer writing this text, I do not willingly
would drink a swig of urine, with a little fag in drag.
's all about context. I was very excited, you were very excited. It was already a bit of time we kissed and we even knew each other. I had come upon thee behind up, I'd taken in front, behind, I had you licked, sucked you had, all in order (one day I'll explain why I am ready to kill me
the first preliminary talks about - it is not diesel) and you were standing over me, when you told me you'd really want to pee and of course you are about to spin out of bed to the toilet. And I can tell you it was cold, that you were not going out of the room and almost silently and trembling you got closer to me, your sex soon brushing my face, my mouth.
The first jet. Light. Wow. It's delicious. Thou enjoy. I ask for more. You continue. Light. You're empty. You enjoy more. I swallow everything.
Just think back to, I have chills.
I knew it was something you tried. I wanted to make you happy without knowing if it would please me as such but I knew that, you make me happy and having fun, it was gone. I knew you were never reached there and I understand that: piss on someone and a fortiori in his mouth, uh, shall we say?
is dirty. This is perverse. It is even disgusting.
While I was a break in writing this text, I went for a ride on porn sites, and I've seen girls piss on boys or other girls, boys pissing on girls. I found it repulsive. It is filmed. It's fake. And it's disgusting.
They say that pornography is the eroticism of others, which is not true. Pornography, especially an industry.
I do not want to tell you that I love or I love pee drinking piss. Wrong. I even think I frankly think it's dirty and I do not like this.
I just wanted to say that tonight there at that time because it was her, because it was me that was an amazing experience. Unforgettable. And that love
to this really wonderful that transforms raw facts, without obvious erotic significance in magical moment and fabulous memories.
So you love each other, kiss as you can without you EVER ask if what you are doing is reasonable, as long as you want, that pleasure is there and shared. There is still time, if it is unpleasant, if not cool, if it gets ugly, to say stop. Must still be in bed with the right person.
Provided that this remains between us, but if everyone did the same, we would head to less nonsense and that the world turn round, it was my contribution to the Copenhagen Summit.