WARNING: The characters and situations of this story is very real, any resemblance to existing persons or situations is absolutely not a coincidence.
Thomas was shy. He was always even-tempered, calm all the time, always spoke in the same tone. It was not pretty, not very charming. Great, but paunchy, balding. He had few opinions, no passion, but enjoyed the music. Thomas was ordinary, even boring. He proclaimed himself a "good guy". Those who do not kiss because too nice. We shared some friends and some musical tastes, but it stopped there. I showed great interest, but I did do that.
One evening when the need was felt, had just opened his legs to his astonishment. Thomas became a different man in a bedroom. It was clever and inflamed. His fingers knew stroking, touching, pinching at the right time. His tongue was nimble and he always found a good rhythm. Despite this, I had given little interest. Perhaps there could I find fun if I had not known. But even her eyes shine animal left something bland. I kicked out after he enjoyed twice. He takes offense.
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