Desire

This conversation just took place. Gaby was preparing lunch for all of us, and I showed up in the kitchen wearing my shirt all rolled up as if it were the top part of a bikini. I will spare you the details because you have seen pictures of me already, but let me tell you I do this very often (unfortunately for Gaby's eyes). So this is the conversation that ensued:

Me (with a 'sensual' lisp): Hello, Baby... aren't I thexy?
Gaby: ...
Me: Don't you feel the flameth of pathion engulfing you?
Gaby: ...
Me: What, aren't you overcome with 'dethire' right now?
Gaby: Yes. The desire of running away!

Too blunt, eh?

Esto acaba de ocurrir. Gaby estaba preparando el almuerzo, y yo me le aparecí con una remera (playera) toda enrollada, simulando la parte de arriba de una bikini. Les obviaré los detalles porque ya han visto fotos mías, pero déjenme decirles que hago cosas como ésta todo el tiempo (desafortunadamente para los ojos de Gaby). Esta es la conversación que siguió:

Yo ('ceceando' sensualmente): Hola, Baby... no zoy zexy?
Gaby: ...
Yo: No zientes las llamaz de la pazión devorándote al verme?
Gaby: ...
Yo: Acazo no te conzume el dezeo al verme?
Gaby: Sí. El deseo de salir corriendo!

Lapidario, no?

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