Era o zi deprimant\u0103 de decembrie. Frig de t\u00e2mpeai. Un cer gri privea mohor\u00e2t \u00een jos spre Bucure\u015ftiul secat de recesiune. Mie mi se f\u0103cuse oferta de angajare la TABU \u015fi o acceptasem f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ezit. \u015ei imediat dup\u0103, am purces la discu\u0163ii despre num\u0103rul de februarie.<\/p>\n
Februarie e lun\u0103 de Valentine’s \u015fi de Dragobete. Dar astea-s fumate. Noi vrem ceva proasp\u0103t, etern actual \u015fi totodat\u0103, ne\u00eentinat de cli\u015feele norodului n\u0103rod. Ce s\u0103 fie?<\/p>\n
Exact atunci, pe strada din fa\u0163a balconului nostru, s-a oprit o ma\u015fin\u0103 mic\u0103, ro\u015fie. Doi se s\u0103rutau de zor. Ea i-a desf\u0103cut c\u0103ma\u015fa, nasture cu nasture, apoi i-a dat jos pantalonii p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi \u015fi a purces la un deep throat pasional, cu privit \u00een ochi, tot tac\u00e2mul.<\/p>\n
Eu: Dar de ce s\u0103 dezbraci \u00een halul \u0103sta un b\u0103rbat pentru o simpl\u0103 muie?<\/p>\n
O coleg\u0103: Pentru c\u0103 e o muie din dragoste, nu una sportiv\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u015ei cineva – jur c\u0103 nu mai \u0163in minte cine, eram cu ochii-n muie – a rostit cuvintele magice:<\/p>\n
-Tema num\u0103rului ar putea fi “Iubiri Interzise”.<\/p>\n
\u015ei “iubiri interzise” i-a r\u0103mas numele. Cerul nu s-a \u00eenveselit, frigul nu s-a \u00eenmuiat, dar to\u0163i am plecat acas\u0103 cu o muie din dragoste \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului. Mai pu\u0163in eu, care aveam o demisie de anun\u0163at la Vice, dar tot cu o muie \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului.<\/p>\n
…iar efectele magice ale acestui blow job pot fi g\u0103site, \u00eencep\u00e2nd de m\u00e2ine, la chio\u015fcuri. Tabu – iubiri interzise. Num\u0103rul care a pornit de la o papacioac\u0103 pasional\u0103 sub balconul nostru.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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