so it is...

the bath water rushed and while she thought-lost on the edge of the tub staring into the easily discolouring water, her passion (or it was her longing) tore it from the fantasies of the cyanogen-blue face back into the reality. in the it characteristic, again and again not knowing, and nevertheless so familiar which can be discovered again. her thought flood let pictures develop and she saw her body the forming foam dividing while the water level the sufficient period left in order to unscrew the head of the shower and with the ray developing from her desires in addition to give herself.
the picture disappeared and nearly mechanically her body carried out the operational sequence just received, those now as tension in all members and organs to feel was.
were not surely the kidneys were momentarily busy with the decontamination. like a brainstorm it met her realization that almost around the 80% of her sex comrades straight in that kind their desire devotions. as much it also the exception to form was able that mark - whether trash mark, memorial, embarrasement – to drive out, here it resulted her fate. the conscience could be sunk deeply under the foam and ran sometime with the last trace from rivlet the siphon down. even the moon took itself the right to arrange her body and the accompanying needs, if she wanted to speak of order. the comparison of ebbs and tide came hert into the sense. at present was after a long period off ebbs one waves the tide followed. she enjoyed it - provided it nevertheless an overview of her present condition and permitted also again statistics, those her probability over her fertility; it ran now with off or increasing moon, to compute left.
a smile appeared about her face and a deep groan penetrated her throat up, while it led presumptions
like highly the probability of a win in lottery on the one hand and the sperm cells number within a mondphase on the other hand employed. her eyes were already for a long time closed and her large - or small brain concentrate itself whole on meanwhile at the belly navel in pleasant temperature and pressure concerned ray that slowly its away into the deep found.
in principle is said, that each female nature which longer than 21, 37 minutes under steaming cocks despise, little interest in it finds - whether peeling its first effect just laid on shows.
the luck blessedness, itself between upperlipp and tender floccus, that settled there a holy light resembled, spoke all from which her lips in this moment not say could not. it required also no words just take up as that holistic. her body resembled only one pore thirsting any form of liquid up-sucking over similarly the outbreak of vesuv to bury completely pompeji under itself.
before her eyes ash fell down and her groan which in irregular would be away from her mouth penetrated, the assumption left close - each individual column Pompejis would collapse equal a domino play. she remained for a while - those weighed smoothed themselves - Atlantis had sunk, for Pompeji was appropriate buried
the cool tingle in her throat - a wonderful side effect of cooled sparkling champagne - pulled deep keep in track up to her belly navel. she drank in hasty small courses in order to give to her throat the necessary humidity, to cool straight enough around her body – enuogh to hold around her heat.
she loves extreme - one of her large passions.
this opposite, apparently not together-finding and according to common judgement not belonging together.
here it was……………….

petra
(white snowflake in the ghetto)