BEST RETURNED NORTH GIRLS LUST 
Angelica Blandon
An angel of truth
At age 19, when there are no commitments to experience the life, no limits or anything stop you. "Why not?" Often ask ourselves before the good taste that has the danger. This is my confession: I women seemed attractive for the first time, when I was 16. I'm not gay. On the contrary, but for me there are no taboos in this regard. I'm an esthetician, that's all. There are many things I see in a sexy woman long hair, neck smooth and hairless, an Arab court abdomen, pelvis geometric ... Ah, the pelvis! And something very obvious to everyone: tits. The mine is small. So I prefer large.
never, to my eight years, I was able to confuse my head into the legs of a girl, wearing masks with long noses, to bring out the color of passion, as it did the characters José Evelio Juliana Rosero in his book looks at them. Instead, I played with a cousin to rub our bodies. The leather chair in my grandmother witnessed several times with an ice calmábamos how the heat of the Medellín of 90, until one day my aunt, or her mother discovered us and separated us. Fortunately there were consequences I do not know it. Expect questions after you learn of this story.
Gone are the days, months and years, as in the bolero. Also gone boyfriends and lovers. And in the age of "why not?" I dated a musician. For them, everything happens between touch and touch (of songs) the flavor of the night, the Seventh (Bogota), the Star Marts of InVitro, Magnolia ... He and I, more than lovers, we were accomplices. That night seemed to pass as usual: starting at home, a drink, pack equipment, unpack equipment and, after three tequilas, when we reached the site of touch, I told one of my fantasies, it has about 80 percent of the women, spend the night with someone of the same sex.
At about 11:30 pm, while in the darkness of the bar he heated the percussion of the band are Cuban, I waved my little short skirt and white. Despite my blonde hair and my fair skin, I felt as the darkest and sandunguera of all women.
In the meantime, my musician told me: "I have a surprise for you can not resist." I walked around with his eyes closed and saw an abundance of curly hair, long. As he turned, I found clear eyes, like the inside of a passion fruit, red lips as juicy strawberries, white shirt, executive type, with the top three buttons undone, which revealed more than the beginning of its oranges and a steep Uvita. It was a delicious fruit salad. He whispered in my ear: "She is a former girlfriend." At that moment I understood why he smiled so much when he made that call about 20 minutes.
I looked impish, almost nervous. He saw me and, probably, I also scanned. We started to dance very sensual. If the bar that night could have been sweating, have transpired more than a black man on a beach. After much wiggling, invited us to his house, told us that her boyfriend was away and that there would be no problem to finish the feast there had tequila. By then, my favorite drink. I could not resist. We
three. His apartment on the 16th floor of a building in the north, leaving the most beautiful view of Bogota. In the bar, had a variety of drinks ranging from the wine cheapest to the most exclusive whiskey. I could not help focus on their leather chairs, which reminded me of my eight years. I wondered if the mulatto children had been similar to mine. Although surely it took more than an ice cube. While we danced, she played with her hair, exposing her neck and hips, which did not conceal her panties set. She suggested that we play clothes, who can not guess the song that was hummed shed another one. When I proposed an adventure, Grupo Niche-song very easy to guess-she, without anyone being asked and sing the exact lyrics of the theme, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing what yo deseaba. Entendí que en este juego no había reglas más que la de disfrutar.
Al final, terminó solo con sus tanguitas moradas y mi músico completamente vestido, aunque en su cara se notaba lo cachondo que estaba. No era que no quisiera participar, sino que para él resultaba más excitante ver a dos mamacitas tocarse antes que entrar en su juego. Yo todavía conservaba mi brasier. Aunque no por mucho tiempo. Ella no esperó su turno para quitármelo.
Ahora, en las mismas condiciones, caminó hacia el bar de su sala, se llevó una copa de tequila a la boca, se acercó a mí y me besó. Como una niña, que recién lame una colombina, probé their round oranges. I touched his back. Savor your strawberries juicy and I did follow the tequila and an excellent cocktail flavors.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that my music was there just looking. For a moment I felt guilt. But I realized that the two had enjoyed, he and his fetish for having seen and I tasted my fantasy. After a few days, she called to invite me to his birthday. I wanted to do, now, a party of three ... "But with my boyfriend," he said. I'll think, "I said I'll call you in a while. It's been a long time and still do not talk to her. The drinks and fun of the night took me to experiment. As an actress I think that give credence to the characters is what draws the audience and one can not truly communicate what is not known. So I tried something I thought was delicious. I do not know if doing it again. For now, while I devote myself to my family and my work, I enjoy recreating the story with these photos and this story.
