• March 27, 2009 by brice
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    • Making out in Brussels
    • It lasted forever... like an hour. For the first 30 minutes I did not dare using my tongue, I kept touching her lips softly with mine.

      It was the first time I could approach a girl closer than 50 centimeters, who was not of my family. I'm completely myop, I was fascinated by the details of her skin. I couldn't stop staring at her face. I'm pretty sure she thought I was a complete nerd or something similar, but at that time this word did not exist. May she thought I was victim of autism... actually maybe I was.

      Anyway, it was during lunchtime, I remember I was very stressed she would not have enough time to eat a sandwich and may byte me at a certain point. Actually I was projecting my own obsession on her. I took me 12 years before we had sex for the first time. You can say that I'm the slowest seducer in the world.

      After 30 minutes she was bored with my sweetness and took the initiative to teach me how to deep french kiss.

       
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