Who is this woman teasing you?

Who is this woman teasing you?
Thu, Sep 22, 2022, Modou Fall

If you are a woman, no doubt you have already been called a tease. It goes without saying that it was to be taken in the sense of flirty.

The real tease will always try to pass herself off as the hit of the century, the girl you absolutely must put in her bed, the sex marathon runner. The first word she utters is desire, the last is dissatisfaction. Often well constituted, she will not amaze you with her intelligence but will never let you realize how little she has. She hides behind sexy outfits and, judging by her words, must not lack inventiveness in bed. She is indeed very inventive, but in her excuses in order to do nothing with you: From the traditional “I have a headache! to “I have a stomach ache!” “, passing by” The day was really very hard, so let me sleep!", or the no less original "My breasts are all swollen. They hurt me. Do not touch me ! " Expert in Kama Sutra, you will quickly learn her favourite position: the “I spread my thighs and go! ". Its best asset, passivity. She will not make you dizzy with her sexual combativeness and, if she pulls an orgasm from you, it will be more by her tenacity than by her technique. This is a good shot for one who likes a shot once in a while. The fantastic thing about teases is that they manage to become haunting. Even when you know they suck, they always manage to ignite the powder, and you'd be damned to put them in your bed. They have a scent that suggests a taste of coming back, a look that says "take me!" “, a mouth that says” I like! », a body that announces hell and damnation. They are the thrill and the passion they can generate puts your blood boiling. Your head is spinning so much, the urge to take them obsesses you. But when you have taken them, you say to yourself: “All that for that! ". Cruel path than the one that pushes you to live such a passion, comparable to a match that ignites at the first touch, which burns so ardently and which, the next second, is already extinguished. Cruel destiny which places such power and such feeble means in these women! Cruel disappointment when the child opens his present, and that under this magnificent paper, he finds nothing. It is time to ask forgiveness from all the women who deserve to be loved, for not knowing how to reason with us, for succumbing to our impulses, to a few poor finery, although worthy of the greatest conjurers.