Author of quotes: Victoria ROA. Page 4

Launching into the air striking the kite, he heard his dad laugh, and then a breath of wind, which relates to a wet back - an unforgettable. Small boy runs with a slight downhill, forgetting, in the arms of the air about the fear of heights. Affectionate palms of nature lifted him above the ground, and he hovers in the children's squeals.

Perhaps I may not be happiness, if you bring problems, pain, and a burning desire to love yourself as a voluptuous body, but not a smart woman.

This may be weird, but on the wedding day I felt the heart is not the love of Henry, and jealousy that black dog tore the soul of my brother. I know he hates my husband, but love me for the curse.

Holy virgin, I hope you will forgive me my weakness. I hope you can forgive me my love. Forgive my infidelity, but if only my husband could see me as a woman, to love her in me, then none of this would be.

Today, he sees not the tired Queen, and one that's been waiting to see the night with him.

Tonight promises to be one of the best in my life. the Comte de Bussy should come in the night, and maybe today he'll let me touch her. The thought that his thin lips to touch my neck, and I squirm in the water like a snake in the sun. The body ran a wave of tingling, and I can't control these feelings, bowed his head to the side, and touched his hand to the reddened neck. Count...rather, night came.

It's wrong for both. Closing my eyes, I see the image of count de Bussy, and is the wife of imagine it in my bed, and all the passion which now gives me my husband Henry, just a figment of the fleeting love, which now he felt the stranger Victoria. And although now we're so good together - it's all a lie, how we feed each other in the hope to escape from the lust which has conquered us both.

All this time he was scrutinizing her gaze, occasionally tried to caress her heart with her empty words, but she wasn't going to drink the poison from his lips.

A woman crying the most terrible punishment.

I don't understand why women always suffer in these situations, and why female infidelity is always perceived as an act which it pushes the devil himself, and men that just love to tickle the neck young ladies just who can give a healthy child.

One girl that was guilty in the eyes of his wife were punished with a game of "Cherry". Gracefully proportioned, pretty girl came out completely naked, and covering the palms of her neat, small Breasts, she pushed forward. As soon as she was in the center of the property, one of the young graph threw her under the feet of big cherries, and she, choking with tears modestly lowered on his haunches, and continuing to cover up with one hand his chest, the second she picked berries. Unhappy guests initially grumbled that it makes it too dry, and then, her husband decided to rectify the situation Panov a young girl, roughly a foot so that it is so loved by the men of the place were shown in their juicy ripeness. She cried, swallowing lumps of tears, but continued to collect cherries, which they oozed their cherry juice in her hands.

The pearls of my body could not leave alone anyone.

How long have I been playing this game "perfect marriage" if, when I take the hand of her husband, nothing but friendly warmth and feel? He has a lot of women that are ready to execute any his whim for the role of "main, beloved mistress," and if not for his stupid indifference show, then other women would see in me something more than "the Queen and the courtesan".

Maybe they were wondering about when a married woman looking for love in the wrong hands? I can confidently say that only indifference spouse may push for such nasty adventures as mine, and do they bring me pleasure? I don't know. On the one hand, my body is able to calm down, but the soul...what is the sense of passion in bed, if she's not touching the soul?