{"id":2862,"date":"2015-07-03T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2015-07-03T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=2852"},"modified":"2015-07-03T14:00:00","modified_gmt":"2015-07-03T13:00:00","slug":"love-touch-me-like-you-do-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2015\/07\/03\/love-touch-me-like-you-do-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Love (Touch) me like you do 5."},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Sisa<\/p>\n

<\/strong> Ko\u010dky op\u00e4tovne v\u00e1m \u010f<\/a>akujem za koment\u00e1re \ud83d\ude42 Pom\u00e1haj\u00fa mi p\u00edsa\u0165 \u010falej \ud83d\ude42 Hlavne tie va\u0161e dohady<\/em><\/div>\n

\ud83d\ude00 Zbo\u017e\u0148ujem ich!<\/em><\/div>\n
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„Tak u\u017e sa nehnevaj. Pros\u00edm. Ja… nemyslel som to zle. Ja to \u0161\u00e9fovi vysvetl\u00edm.“ Bill u\u017e bol skuto\u010dne z\u00fafal\u00fd. Bol to u\u017e tret\u00ed de\u0148, \u010do s n\u00edm Mike odmietal komunikova\u0165 a jeho to tr\u00e1pilo. Nechcel mu u\u0161kodi\u0165. Zad\u00edva sa do jeho zelen\u00fdch o\u010di a e\u0161te raz ticho zaprosil. Mlad\u00fd bachar ticho vyd\u00fdchol a prik\u00fdvol.<\/div>\n
„Dobre. Toto odnes pros\u00edm Romanovi, nech to nare\u017ee, a potom do skladu, nech sa o to postar\u00e1. A tento raz pros\u00edm dohliadni na to, aby tie papiere vyplnil!“ Bill nasucho prehltol a pomaly prik\u00fdvol. Urputne ignoroval pozn\u00e1mky reza\u010dov, a ke\u010f bolo v\u0161etko nachystan\u00e9, v\u00e1hav\u00fdm krokom zamieril do skladu v \u00fastrety mlad\u00e9mu skladn\u00edkovi. Vo\u0161iel dnu a ticho si odka\u0161lal. Ucukol poh\u013eadom, ke\u010f sa na neho okam\u017eite zad\u00edvali jeho \u013eadovo hned\u00e9 o\u010di. Nerv\u00f3zne sledoval, ako sa k nemu pribli\u017euje. Prezeral si jeho dlh\u00e9 tmav\u00e9 vlasy. Zarasten\u00fa tv\u00e1r, kr\u00fa\u017eok v pere a dokonale vypracovan\u00fd hrudn\u00edk ukryt\u00fd pod obtiahnut\u00fdm bielym tielkom. Nemohol tu by\u0165 dlho, ke\u010f\u017ee jeho poko\u017eka mala st\u00e1le jemne bronzov\u00fd n\u00e1dych.<\/p>\n

„Tak, \u010do to bude dneska, pane.“ Prehovoril pevn\u00fdm hlasom s jemne hrav\u00fdm t\u00f3nom.<\/div>\n

Bill sa zop\u00e1r kr\u00e1t prudko nad\u00fdchol, k\u00fdm mu pred tv\u00e1rou zam\u00e1val Mikeov\u00fdm formul\u00e1rom. „Toto mi vypln\u00edte…“<\/div>\n
Mlad\u00fd v\u00e4ze\u0148 s nez\u00e1ujmom preletel formul\u00e1r poh\u013eadom. Mykol slabo plecami a odlo\u017eil ho na kopu ostatn\u00fdch. „Mo\u017eno sa na to nesk\u00f4r pozriem.“ Provoka\u010dne preto\u010dil o\u010dami a vzal z Billov\u00fdch r\u00fak \u0161t\u00f3s papiera. „Chvejete sa. \u017de by ste mali zo m\u0148a strach, pane?“ zad\u00edval sa do blondiakov\u00fdch o\u010d\u00ed a prist\u00fapil o krok bli\u017e\u0161ie. Bill z\u00fafalo odol\u00e1val poku\u0161eniu utiec\u0165 ako minule. Hral sa s n\u00edm! Ako ma\u010dka s my\u0161ou! Zamra\u010dil sa a prebodol v\u00e4z\u0148a poh\u013eadom.<\/div>\n
„Nie, to si skuto\u010dne nemysl\u00edm. Naozaj sa neboj\u00edm niekoho, kto sa odtia\u013eto e\u0161te p\u00e1r rokov nedostane.“ Odsekol jemne posme\u0161n\u00fdm t\u00f3nom. T\u00e1to reakcia ho st\u00e1la naozaj ve\u013ea odvahy. Stuhol, ke\u010f videl z\u00e1blesk zlosti vo v\u00e4z\u0148ov\u00fdch o\u010diach. „Ten papier.“ Zamumlal sk\u00f4r, ako pri\u0161iel o zvy\u0161ok svojej odvahy. Mlad\u00edk nie\u010do ticho zavr\u010dal a skuto\u010dne sa pustil do vyp\u013a\u0148ania Billovho formul\u00e1ru. Len \u010do bol hotov\u00fd, str\u010dil mu ho pod nos a so slovami, \u017ee m\u00e1 e\u0161te kopec pr\u00e1ce, mu zabuchol dvere pred nosom. Ten so spokojn\u00fdm \u00fasmevom zamieril sp\u00e4\u0165 do kancel\u00e1rie. „Mike? Tu to je.“ Podal mu vyplnen\u00fd formul\u00e1r a spokojne sa posadil k svojmu stolu. Dnes ho \u010dakalo e\u0161te dos\u0165 pr\u00e1ce a on ju chcel ma\u0165 \u010do najsk\u00f4r hotov\u00fa.<\/div>\n
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Prech\u00e1dzal tmavou opustenou ulicou. Bolo kr\u00e1tko po polnoci a mesto bolo ponoren\u00e9 do tmy a ticha. Svietila len ka\u017ed\u00e1 tretia pouli\u010dn\u00e1 lampa. Vzduch bol naplnen\u00fd neznesite\u013en\u00fdm tichom. Bolo to sn\u00e1\u010f ticho pred b\u00farkou ? Kdesi v dia\u013eke zavre\u0161\u0165ala ma\u010dka a zarachotil kontajner. Prudko sa oto\u010dil, ke\u010f za svojim chrbtom za\u010dul kroky, no nikoho nevidel. \u00da\u013eavne vyd\u00fdchol a oto\u010dil sa dopredu, aby pokra\u010doval v ceste, no hrudn\u00edkom narazil do mu\u017ea pred sebou. Okam\u017eite c\u00favol. Mu\u017e natiahol ruku jeho smerom a on popla\u0161ene c\u00faval do priestoru za sebou. Pouli\u010dn\u00e1 lampa zablikala a ulica sa ponorila do tmy. Za jeho chrbtom sa ozval smiech a hlasy, ktor\u00e9 sa st\u00e1le pribli\u017eovali. Rozbehol sa do parku a z\u00fafalo h\u013eadal niekoho, kto by mu pomohol. Volal a prosil, no nebol tu nikto, kto by mu pri\u0161iel na pomoc. Zasy\u010dal, ke\u010f zakopol o kore\u0148 stromu a spadol. \u010clenok ho bolel a tv\u00e1r p\u00e1lila. Dotkol sa jej a na prstoch zac\u00edtil mal\u00e9 kvap\u00f4\u010dky krvi. Teraz ho v\u0161ak ove\u013ea viac zauj\u00edmali pribli\u017euj\u00face sa hlasy. Volali jeho meno. Odkia\u013e ho poznali? Schoval sa za jeden zo stromov a pevne d\u00fafal, \u017ee ho nen\u00e1jdu. Vykr\u00edkol, ke\u010f ho nie\u010dia ruka vytiahla na nohy a pritisla bru\u0161kom ku stromu.
„Nie! Presta\u0148te! Pros\u00edm!“ \u0161epkal medzi vzlykmi a sna\u017eil sa br\u00e1ni\u0165. Bez \u00faspechu. C\u00edtil ruky dot\u00fdkaj\u00face sa jeho tela a dych na svojom krku.<\/em><\/div>\n

„Hovoril som ti, \u017ee si \u0165a n\u00e1jdem,“ za\u0161epkal mu nezn\u00e1my do ucha a rukami vk\u013azol pod upl\u00e9 tri\u010dko. „Odvediem si \u0165a domov a u\u017e \u0165a nikam nepust\u00edm. Bude\u0161 mi patri\u0165! Budem sa \u0165a dot\u00fdka\u0165 cel\u00e9 dni a cel\u00e9 noci. Bude\u0161 len m\u00f4j. Nav\u017edy.“ Zavr\u010dal mu do ucha a prudko ho oto\u010dil tv\u00e1rou k sebe, aby sa mohol zad\u00edva\u0165 do \u013eadov\u00fdch hned\u00fdch o\u010d\u00ed.<\/p>\n

<\/em> Bill sa s tich\u00fdm v\u00fdkrikom prudko posadil a spla\u0161ene lapal po dychu. Bol mokr\u00fd od potu a s\u013az.<\/div>\n

„Sen! Bol to len sen!“ sna\u017eil sa uisti\u0165 s\u00e1m seba a vystra\u0161ene sa obzeral po svojej izbe. Bol doma. Vo svojej posteli. V bezpe\u010d\u00ed. Pomaly vstal a pre\u0161iel do malej k\u00fape\u013ene, aby si mohol opl\u00e1chnu\u0165 tv\u00e1r studenou vodou. Zaprel sa o um\u00fdvadlo a zad\u00edval sa na seba do zrkadla. Frustrovane vyd\u00fdchol a stisol vie\u010dka. Pre\u010do sa to mus\u00ed dia\u0165 pr\u00e1ve jemu? Otvoril skrinku a vzal do ruky plat\u00f3 s tabletkami. Vyd\u00fdchol a dve si hodil do \u00fast. Musel sa vyspa\u0165 a vedel, \u017ee bez nich sa mu to len \u0165a\u017eko podar\u00ed. Pomaly pre\u0161iel k posteli a posadil sa. Tie hned\u00e9 o\u010di. Pre\u010do sa mu sn\u00edvalo o \u0148om? Dopadol do per\u00edn a unavene stisol vie\u010dka. Obmotal ruky okolo podu\u0161ky a pritisol si ju k hrudn\u00edku. Akoko\u013evek bol ten sen desiv\u00fd, tie ruky dot\u00fdkaj\u00face sa jeho poko\u017eky, sp\u00f4sobovali mrazenie v celom jeho tele. Trhane vyd\u00fdchol a zachvel sa. Nasucho prehltol a sna\u017eil sa nespom\u00edna\u0165 na tie pocity. V sne alebo v tom sklade. Bol to v\u00e4ze\u0148. Zlo\u010dinec. Musel spravi\u0165 nie\u010do skuto\u010dne zl\u00e9. Preto tam bol a nebolo na mieste, aby k nemu c\u00edtil ak\u00e9ko\u013evek sympatie. Zad\u00edval sa na oblohu za oknom a pritiahol si k sebe ply\u0161ov\u00e9ho medve\u010fa. Zat\u00fa\u017eil o \u0148om vedie\u0165 viac…<\/p>\n

autor: Sisa<\/strong><\/div>\n

betaread: J. :o)<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: Sisa Ko\u010dky op\u00e4tovne v\u00e1m \u010fakujem za koment\u00e1re \ud83d\ude42 Pom\u00e1haj\u00fa mi p\u00edsa\u0165 \u010falej \ud83d\ude42 Hlavne tie va\u0161e dohady \ud83d\ude00 Zbo\u017e\u0148ujem ich! „Tak u\u017e sa nehnevaj. Pros\u00edm. Ja… nemyslel som to zle. Ja to \u0161\u00e9fovi vysvetl\u00edm.“ Bill u\u017e bol skuto\u010dne z\u00fafal\u00fd. Bol to<\/p>\n

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