At the terrace where we were drinking our coffee, there were a lot of guys who were smiling at us provocatively and sending as flowers through their little messenger. The kid had a bucket full of ox-eye daisies. Our table had become a memorial. We were trying to refuse them, but the joy in his eyes when he ran out of flowers was too intense. Tonight we'll also be sleeping with our stomachs full. I have six more siblings. The two men on the left gave me the most money. Don't refuse a one-night love, or quickly exit through the backdoor. I'll be on a lookout.
Costică Tihan
Tenderly, I gulped down a Mango Mojito and attacked that Argentinean beef with asparagus and cheddar cheese like a peasant. The light was soft and, in the background, Luz Casal was playing, my weakness. Piensa en mi. Then she made her appearance. She lounged leisurely, in shades of blood, displaying an aromatic palette of ripe cherries and Parma violets. From beneath the vegetal folds, velvety notes and fleshy fireworks gently flowed. I enjoyed that wine with my entire being. It was a fabulous night, filled with eroticism and emotion.
Iulia Anastasia Roșca
I had woken up before him, admiring his young and slim body, but with well-defined muscles, delicately clothed in baby-soft skin. I couldn't resist, I sprinkled warm and soft kisses all over his body. I felt lucky to have him in my bed. Over coffee, he told me about his ex, who, in his view, was crazy, and about his dear mother, with whom he lived. I didn't make an effort to seem interested, dressing as if I hat to head somewhere. At the door, he asked how he could reach me, and I told him I'd find him. If I wanted to.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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