Relationships: Temetwir style, baby.

I saw her. To my disappointment, I still couldn't resist her. Just so many memories, so much to pretend to forget that I get lost in my admiration of the good times she's shown me.

We never really were the talking type, we did not get to that. It was more like those queit relationships. You know, those advertised stories of soulmates and all that crap. Turns out to be true afterall. I was pretty young when I first fell in love with her, so young infact I did not know much about grace and glamour. All I wanted was to have her.

I have a way of getting things I want, so I constantly told myself that one day. One day I'll make her mine. And what do you know, one day she was. At first, I was all gentle and sweet. You know, trying to make an impression. But she just begs for it, I'll tell you that much. When I saw her again, I could tell she needed me. Someone who knows what to do with her.

It didn't take much more than my fingertips, to be honest. Not that I'm that good, but it's true. And no matter how much I try to take it slow and enjoy my time, something about her just insists to push her to the limit. And so I comply. I remember a time when I gave her all I got, I could swear that everyone in a 50 meter radius could hear her groan. That exotic sound she makes when she's under pressure. Fuck yeah!

Some of my friends shared their concerns on the way I treated her. "You're lucky to have her, treat her right. Take it easy" they'd say. But me and her? We knew that she didn't want to just belong. She just wanted to be abused.

I would warm her up a bit before I turn her on. You know, get all the fluids up and running. Afterall, since she did have Italian routes, she had her own way of operating. And nobody knew it better than I did. It showed, quite frankly, it just showed. Sure, she was a head-turner in her timeless grace, but I knew that the way I used her made her all that more alluring. Almost a divine embrace.

It's simple physics. The greater the load you unleash on her, the more she'd give you. She truly represents the ultimate efficiency. A climax, if you may.

I could not tell if it was appropriate for me to just go there and touch her again. Feel my hands over her sleek, timeless and almost perfect shape. Italians. They sure do know what the fuck they're doing, don't they?

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