У меня история оч. романтичная по поводу комаров есть :):

As I lay on my bed, thinking about you, I feel this strong urge to grab you and squeeze you, because I can't forget last night. You came to me unexpectedly during the balmy and calm night, and what happened in my bed still leaves a tingling sensation in me. You appeared from nowhere and shamelessly, without any reservations, you laid on my naked body... you sensed my indifference, so you started to bite my body without any guilt or humiliation, and you drove me crazy while you sucked me dry. Since you were satisfied and calm.... finally I fell a sleep. Today when I woke up, you were gone, I searched for you but to no avail,only the sheets bore witness to last night's events. My body still shows your marks, making it harder to forget you. Tonight I will remain awake waiting for you... as soon you appear I will quickly grab you and you will never go, will catch you with all my strength so you won't disappear. Won't rest until l squeeze your blood out and destroy you …



























fucking mosquito!