My brother 10 years older than me, 10 years ago and I was his favorite playmate. I remember the revolutions in Baja California and Mexico in search of waves to ride with him. My brother. That in his life is so perfect, so right, so highbrow, but unexpectedly fun to let the impressions of his big feet in the wet sand.
He taught me how you're in the water as it floats, as you stand up on a table, and finally, at the end, how to tone up those thighs and the wave is breaking or do you tame.
The effort of the climb, the tension of being in balance, the satisfaction when you finish the wave in the tunnel that takes you up and makes you feel lighter, and completely happy.
Surfing is like making love.
You must find the balance, determination of the forces, to catch waves and not leave until it gets you high. These days I can not get on the wave. Keep losing, to let me slide the table from the knees. I can not even stand up to the surf. This situation
exhausts and frustrates me. I continue to systematically lose an orgasm after another.
Not even the spanking can 'do the miracle. I do not take the wave.
And I wonder how it is possible, given that the world no human being could want more than my man.
"It's not a problem. It happens and blah blah blah" I did not really comforting.
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