#Paul Salas

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Paul Salas, Dustin Yu : Regal Studios Presents

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Best of Menswear at GMA Gala 2023

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Paul Salas

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"As only an ecclesiastic, Cesare had very definitely a secondary rank at this wedding, where his brother Don Juan was the leading figure. [Johannes Burchart] also mentions how other diplomats observed that Cesare was hardly noticeable amongst all the cardinals and clergy, and was necessarily far outshone by his younger brother. Juan again took his sister’s arm and led her and the other wedding guests into the Sala Reale." — The Borgias Power and Fortune (Paul Strathern)

LOS BORGIA (2006) dir. by Antonio Hernández Sergio Muñiz (Juan Borgia) & María Valverde (Lucrezia Borgia)

THE BORGIAS (2011-2013) dir. by Neil Jordan David Oakes (Juan Borgia) & Holliday Grainger (Lucrezia Borgia)

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Decius Mus Addressing the Legions - Peter Paul Rubens | Decoration of the Sala del Gigli - Domenico Ghirlandaio | The Battle Between the Philistines and the Israelites - Tintoretto | The Death of the Consul Decius - Peter Paul Rubens | The Battle of Nazareth - Antoine-Jean Gros | Two Knights Fighting in a Landscape - Eugene Delacroix

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Former Nazi Bunker Turned Into Luxury Hotel in Germany

At 58 meters tall - just a little taller than the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but with considerably more heft - the St. Pauli bunker in Hamburg, Germany, has dominated the city skyline for just over 80 years.

Built using forced labor during Adolf Hitler’s Nazi regime, it’s a relic of the darkest period in Germany’s history - but this concrete hulk has had a surprising rebirth.

The relaunched Hamburg Bunker is now packed with two restaurants, a five-story Hard Rock Hotel and a newly built pyramid-like rooftop bar and garden from which greenery flows abundantly over the concrete facade.

The REVERB by Hard Rock is a fitting addition to a city with an impressive musical history – this is, after all, where The Beatles began their career at the start of the 1960s.

The Karoviertel neighborhood in which the fortress-like bunker sits is a cool enclave filled with stylish coffee shops and vintage stores, plus the Knust nightclub in a repurposed abattoir.

The amenities

Rooms in the 134-key REVERB range from 180 euros for a classic room, with amenities including a 55-inch flat screen TV and Alexa in-room assistant, to 269 euros for a suite with sweeping citywide views.

The hotel also has the kind of modern details you’d expect in any self-respecting hip hotel, such as self check-in, smart technology and co-working spaces.

You don’t have to be a hotel guest to enjoy the bunker’s amenities, however. On the ground level, there’s the Constant Grind coffee shop and bar, and a Rock Shop for those seeking Hard Rock merch.

Bar-restaurant Karo & Paul, by German TV chef Frank Rosin, opened as a bar in April 2024 and occupies the first three levels of the building. The restaurant area is still coming soon.

The restaurant La Sala – Spanish for living room - is open for business on the fifth floor, offering lofty views and an international menu.

Finally at the top is the Green Beanie roof garden, with bar and walkway looping round the building, which can be accessed by the public for free.

The challenge

The Hamburg bunker was one of eight flak towers – above-ground anti-aircraft bunkers which doubled as air raid shelters - which Germany built after British air raids on Berlin in 1940.

The history the Hamburg Bunker wears is heavy, but a 76,000-tonne concrete behemoth with walls 2.5 meters thick can’t be easily demolished or ignored.

The only flak tower to have been completely destroyed is one at Berlin’s zoo, as the others are in heavily populated areas where the explosives involved would be too great a risk, AFP reports.

“The idea of raising the height of the building with greenery was to add something peaceful and positive to this massive block left over from the Nazi dictatorship,” Anita Engels, from the Hilldegarden neighborhood association which supported the project, told AFP.

The association has helped with this new chapter in the Hamburg flak tower’s history by collecting testimonies from people who lived in the wartime bunker as well as records of the hundreds of forced laborers who built it.

An exhibition on the first floor now tells the full story of the building’s history.

By Maureen O'Hare.

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Capítulo 7. Praça John Lennon Eu me lembro bem da sensação anestésica daquele verão, A brisa fresca da paixão, juntos na sala de casa quando estreou a segunda temporada de Stranger Things, você me ligou de madrugada e eu atravessei o bairro tão rápido com sua bicicleta emprestada só pra assistir com você, tão clichê como um romance deve ser, O vento gelado no rosto enquanto penso no calor do teu abraço, seu quarto nosso forte, Você prometeu que não deixaria nada nos destruir, Eu ouvi você falar sobre meu medo bobo, chorei e sorri, Nós somos tão diferentes, ao mesmo tempo tão iguais,

Você me fez amar Bethânia e eu baguncei seu gosto musical com meus álbuns indies de pop experimental e quando eu lembro de nós sempre me vejo em cima da bike, Pedalando entre euforia e ansiedade, paramos na minha capela favorita do bairro. O Sol atravessa as figuras dos anjos nos vitrais, eu te encaro e no silêncio daquela segunda-feira a tarde, por um breve momento consigo sentir paz. Eu e você filhos do pecado, dois anjos apaixonados, todo amor é santificado. Talvez você esteja certo em não conseguir ficar, em outra vida ainda vou te encontrar. Num mundo onde amores como o nosso possam ser celebrados nas catedrais. Lembro da primeira vez que coloquei ‘’Oslo’’ da Anna of the North pra tocar na TV, 

Aquele lugar era tão lindo que não parecia ser real, sempre ignorei os sinais, Talvez eu nunca conheça Oslo, talvez esse tratado de paz seja esquecido, Semanas na sua casa, madrugadas em padarias católicas, trocando o dia pela noite, Fugindo dos vampiros, usando sua escova e tomando suas doses de amor matinais, Você costumava fazer anéis de guardanapo, Mas usamos alianças de verdade por tão pouco tempo, Confesso que também tinha um pouco de medo dos julgamentos, Mas mesmo que eles me queimem, eu só queria te amar, Foda-se, é tarde mais, eu nunca vou conhecer Oslo, Eu nunca vou ter você e eu sempre vou passar pela minha antiga casa na Praça John Lennon, imaginar como devem ser felizes as versões menos covardes de nós,

Espero que toda dor que você me causou por seus medos te ensinem nos palcos da vida, O destino tem seus mistérios, ele amou Yoko mais que a fama, isso pode ser real? O amor só é visível quando sobrevive às mais duras guerras, transcende a dor, posso ser tolo por acreditar que uma flor que nasceu num campo de batalha, possa florescer? Me beija enquanto os generais tentam nos caçar, essa guerra nunca vai acabar. Tantas vidas, tantas eras, os falsos sábios, os padres, as bruxas, os magos e os registros akáshicos podem provar: Nunca provei o gosto do teu amor em praça pública. Os melhores perfumes são segredos do Oásis proibido, Por que eu me sinto culpado por dançar de um jeito doce e feminino, Só você pode desnudar o véu que se esconde na pérola do luar, E só a Lua pode testemunhar o reencontro dos poetas Arthur Rimbaud e Paul Verlaine depois de quinhentos dias sem teu doce cheiro numa temporada solitária preso pela saudade infernal, Lindo, eu tenho medo desse ritual, todos os olhos me condenam por te amar. Se eu fugir você vem comigo? Você enfrentaria tudo isso? Eu sei que não.

Eles tem tantos discípulos, vão dizer que sou louco, eles me odeiam como eu sou. Gritam coisas que nunca pude te contar, cruéis demais para se acreditar. Eles nos vigiam e querem um triste fim, eu enfraqueci no teu veneno, Sua língua te protege, mas suas ações te incriminam, seus contratos me aprisionaram, poesias tristes demais, verdades não comerciais, uma seita de narcisistas, Fui privado do amor, abusos secretos, poder demais na mão de loucos, eu esqueço tudo isso quando eu deito na grama da Praça John Lennon e contemplo o luar com você,

Quantas guerras ainda vamos vivenciar? Eles me negaram o Paraíso por amar. Eu mordi o fruto do conhecimento, vamos fugir desse lugar barulhento? Tensão de pensamentos, corpos se descarregam, O amor pode ser calmo, se eu soubesse a forma certa de amar, Ir para outras galáxias num olhar e ouvir o som dos anjos num suave canto,   Você pode entrar no meu jardim, deitar na minha cama, sentir a mansidão de cada respiração que oxigena o sangue que corre em minhas veias, que alimentam minhas entranhas como galhos feitos de arte que abrigam o meu coração nu, que sussurra: Todo ato de amor é sagrado, você pode imaginar?

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immediate red flag 🏁: when he doenst watch ruth Paul drag race so he cannot umderstand any ronpaul reference or GIF can I get an amen¿ sala malekom

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Horror & Thriller Books with Queer characters: 🏳️‍🌈🎃

The Girls Are Never Gone by Sarah Glenn Marsh

Ace Of Spades by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand

Burn Down, Rise Up by Vincent Tirado

Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice

The Coldest Touch by Isabel Sterling

Murder Takes The High Road by Josh Lanyon

A Dowry Of Blood by S.T Gibson

The Taking Of Jake Livingston by Ryan Douglass

Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

Catherine House by Elizabeth Thomas

Manhunt by Gretchen Felcker-Martin

The Honeys by Ryan La Sala

A Lesson In Vengeance by Victoria Lee

The Diviners by Libba Bray

Her Body And Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado

The Route Of Ice And Salt by José Luis Zárate

The Dead And The Dark by Courtney Gould

The City Beautiful by Aden Polydoros

The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu

Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt

Queen Of Teeth by Hailey Piper

Our Wives Under The Sea by Julia Armfield

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher

The Cabin At The End Of The World by Paul Tremblay

It Came From The Closet by Various Authors

House Of Hunger by Alexis Henderson

What Moves The Dead by Ursula Vernon

These Fleeting Shadows by Kate Alice Marshall

Night Of The Living Queers by Various Authors

Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey

They Drown Our Daughters by Katrina Monroe

Graveyard Of Lost Children by Katrina Monroe

The River Has Teeth by Erica Waters

Hell Followed With Us by Andrew White

The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew White

Dead Flip by Sara Farizan

The Many Half-Lived Lives of Sam Sylvester by Maya Macgregor

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca

Everything The Darkness Eats by Eric LaRocca

Into The Drowning Deep by Mira Grant

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

The Monster of Elendhaven by Jennifer Giesbrecht

White Is For Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

The Promise of Lost Things by Helena Dunbar

Prelude For Lost Things by Helena Dunbar

My Dear Henry by Kalynn Bayron

All The White Spaces by Ally Wilkes

As I Descended by Robin Talley

This Is Where We Talk Things Out by Caitlin Marceau

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The Cast of Shining Inheritance

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03:45; JUSTHIS.

Sinopse: "Eram os lábios gostosos de Seung, o aperto firme em seus cabelos, a mão hábil explorando seu corpo como um instrumento que ele toca a tanto tempo que já sabe cada nota que virá de cada toque."

Notas: ok, isso aqui é uma só uma representação da obsessão que eu tenho por ele falando "bitch" nas músicas dele, o foco inicial era aquele estúdio lindo dele mas eu meio que perdi totalmente o controle 😖 (corrigi duas vezes bro, se tiver erros eu vou berrar)

Avisos: conteúdo sexual, sugestivo(?), um tapa, asfixia(de levinho 😔), begging, uso de "puta", isso foi escrito ao som de Paul Blanco, ok 🥴

Heo Seung estava dentro do estúdio pelas, no mínimo, últimas duas horas inteiras, considerando que havia te dito que vinha deitar em 10 minutos desde a última vez que entrou no estúdio, a falta do corpo quente ao seu lado na cama te fez despertar novamente.

Atravessou o apartamento em passos lentos, tanto pelo sono, quanto por cuidado, está escuro e a última coisa que você precisa é tropeçar a essa hora.

Normalmente, Seung se tranca dentro do estúdio, mas nos dias em que você está com ele, ele opta por não passar a chave na porta, avisando que pode se juntar a ele ou chamá-lo se precisar sempre que quiser. Ao abrir a porta, automaticamente a música alta que o isolamento acústico não te deixava ouvir atinge seus tímpanos, e junto da música, a voz alta de seu namorado.

— É isso, porra! - ele bate a palma da mão na mesa, aponta para a tela. Sempre é algo que te diverte ver ele trabalhando, a forma como ele comemora, faz barulho e solta algum palavrão quando gosta do que fez.

Seung vira um pouco a cadeira na sua direção, finalmente notando sua presença.

— precisa de algo, amor? - a mão se apressa em diminuir o volume da música enquanto você fecha a porta às suas costas, caminha até ele, o observando sob a luz roxa do led do estúdio.

— Você - devolveu. — Você disse que vinha dormir duas horas atrás - comenta, para a um passo dele, o fazendo virar a cadeira para frente, de costas para você, as mãos decoradas pelas unhas pintadas em um tom pastel vão parar nos ombros dele, onde massageia devagar, colocando as mãos quentes por dentro da regata preta que ele veste.

— Eu sei - o coreano suspira, se encosta totalmente na cadeira, cedendo a massagem suave que recebe nos ombros que ele sequer percebeu estarem tensos. — Perdi a noção do tempo.

Você não respondeu, se contentando em continuar a massagem enquanto ele estica o braço tatuado até a mesa, alcança o celular, aperta o botão lateral vendo o horário 03:45 aparecer na tela.

— Caralho. Desculpa.

Seung alcança sua mão, quase a contragosto te faz parar a massagem enquanto te traz até estar entre as pernas dele, te faz sentar sobre o colo dele.

— Como tá indo? - Questiona observando a tela, namorar um músico ainda não faz com que você entenda absolutamente aquilo que está na tela enorme do monitor, mas está aprendendo. Em uma janela menor sobre a sala de música está uma página de notas branca aberta onde há parte de uma letra escrita, você corre os olhos pelas palavras, lendo o que está escrito.

— Melhor que antes. Acho que agora sim eu peguei no tranco - dá de ombros, ele arrasta a cadeira mais para frente, os braços rodeiam você para que cheguem até o teclado do piano e apoia o queixo em seu ombro enquanto te explica detalhadamente o que está fazendo e te mostra o beat da música que está na tela desde o começo.

Particularmente, estar no estúdio com Heo Seung é uma de suas coisas favoritas, adora ouvi-lo falar sobre seus projetos e a forma animada com que ele fala, explica o que está pensando para ver se você concorda. Mas a melhor coisa é no geral, estar na companhia dele, como agora, a voz próxima ao seu ouvido enquanto ele fala, em alguns momentos, a voz se torna mais rouca e grave graças ao tom baixo. O corpo forte grudado em suas costas, os dedos hábeis mexendo no teclado sobre a mesa sem que ele mal precise olhar para as teclas.

Odiava distraí-lo quando estava tão concentrado, mas logo se deu conta que neste momento, enquanto ele comentava sobre o porquê de ainda não estar satisfeito com essa música, a única coisa que você conseguia pensar era no corpo dele abaixo do seu. Um pouco impaciente, se remexeu, pressionando um pouco mais a bunda coberta pelo short do pijama fininho contra ele. Concordou com um som ao que ele disse, se remexeu novamente enquanto o escuta voltava a falar.

Na quarta ou quinta vez que você se mexeu, a mão tatuada do Heo segurou sua cintura, o toque firme repentino te fez soltar um sonzinho baixo em frustração.

— O que foi? - ele questiona.

— Nada - suspira, apoia os cotovelos sobre a mesa, empina a bunda de propósito enquanto abre a aba onde há outra letra escrita — Eu gosto dessa.

— É só uma ideia - Seung respirou fundo, apoiou as costas na cadeira novamente, os olhos agora correndo por suas costas até a bunda posicionada exatamente no quadril dele, os dedos apertam sua cintura devagar, se dá a liberdade de levantar sua blusa até a metade, a outra mão agarra sua cintura também, aperta a carne macia devagar.

— Você vai usar essa letra?

— Não agora. Provavelmente - devolve simples, os olhos agora acompanham o movimento dos dedos quando afasta seus cabelos para o lado e o indicador desce devagar pela sua coluna, quase sem tocar a pele, ele consegue notar seu arrepio. — eu gosto dela, mas não é o que eu quero agora.

Você abre outra aba, agora finge que não nota os toques dele.

— Eu gosto dessa também.

— Ótimo…- Seung se aproxima novamente, sela seu pescoço devagar. — escrevi pra você.

Você não consegue evitar o riso bobo, os olhos correm pelas linhas, a letra explícita faz algo em seu interior se revirar, vira um pouco a cabeça pro lado, dando mais acesso ao seu pescoço onde o heo mordisca a pele devagar, desce selares suaves até seu ombro, enquanto os lábios brincam com a pele sensível os dedos dele afastam a alça do pijama, a outra mão sobe pela lateral de seu corpo devagar e afasta o outro fio fino, em seguida, ambas vão para frente, agarram seus seios ao mesmo tempo.

— Eu não quero distrair você do trabalho…- manha. — Mas…

— Mas?...- a voz dele soa abafada enquanto ele mordisca seu ombro, abaixa sua blusa sem pudor algum e agora as mãos vão parar em seus seios, o contato frio do metal do anel dele em sua pele quente causa um choque gostosinho.

— Você trabalhou muito nos últimos dias…- suspira, o biquinho dos seios enrijece com o arrepio gostoso que percorre sua espinha. — Sinto falta do meu homem.

— Ah, é? - Seung ri, beija seu ombro uma última vez antes de te fazer levantar, te ajuda a retirar do caminho qualquer das peças inúteis que cobrem seu corpo, e em seguida, te traz de volta para o colo dele.

Ele te puxa para perto, uma das mãos se emaranha entre seus cabelos e a outra desliza por sua cintura até a bunda, apertando a carne com gosto enquanto ele te beija, entrelaça a língua na sua, mordisca seus lábios com os dentes. A língua do rapper ainda tem o sabor doce de alguma coisa que ele bebia, da qual há quatro latas espalhadas sobre a mesa bagunçada, você não teve tempo para conferir o que era ou sequer se importava com isso agora, tudo que importava era ele.

Eram os lábios gostosos de Seung, o aperto firme em seus cabelos, a mão hábil explorando seu corpo como um instrumento que ele toca a tanto tempo que já sabe cada nota que virá de cada toque.

Ele sela seus lábios devagarzinho quase como se não fodesse sua boca com a língua segundos antes. Os selares descem por sua mandíbula até o pescoço, Heo puxa um pouco mais forte seu cabelo, te fazendo tombar a cabeça para trás, cedendo ao aperto.

— Puta...- Sussurra rente a sua orelha, sabe o efeito que uma simples palavra te causa, um sorriso sacana se instala nos lábios dele ao ouvir seu resmungo manhosinho. — Minha puta.

Nesse momento, seu interior se revira de ansiedade, precisa dele imediatamente, suas mãos ansiosas perpassam o abdômen dele, puxando a barra da camisa para cima com pressa, seu choramingo irritadiço é suficiente para que o rapper ria baixo, as mãos deixam seu corpo apenas para agarrar a regata pela gola e retirar o tecido do corpo, que logo vai parar jogado no chão do estúdio junto com suas roupas.

Seus dedos traçam o corpo de Heo Seung desde os ombros, percorrendo as tatuagens, facinadinha pelos desenhos bonitos que cobrem quase todo o corpo dele e por um momento Seung apenas fica quieto, apoia as costas na cadeira e te observa atentamente, um arrepio ou outro o tomando quando suas unhas roçam a pele dele enquanto os dígitos ainda exploram as tatuagens bonitas do peito como se fosse a primeira vez que você as vê.

Finalmente suas mãos descem até a barra da bermuda preta que ele veste, desfaz o nó do cordão, afasta o tecido junto da cueca em uma pressa divertida de certo ponto, não importa se parece desesperada por pau. Precisa dele, agora.

Um gemido arrastado, quase como um arfar aliviado deixa sua boquinha entreaberta no momento em que o pau dele preenche seu canalzinho apertado.

— Amor... - Choraminga, os olhos grandinhos encaram ele, Seung franze as sobrancelhas, as mãos apertam sua cintura enquanto os olhos miram o pau enterramento por inteiro entre suas pernas. — Fala aquilo de novo... - pede, sente as bochechas arderem. — Por favor.

Heo Seung te olha, franze as sobrancelhas em uma expressão quase irônica, as mãos deslizam até sua bunda, um tapa estala em uma das nádegas.

— O que você quer, princesa?

— Seung... - Um bico bonitinho se forma em seus lábios. — Diz, vai...

— O que você quer ouvir?

Ele questiona, o sorriso que se forma no canto dos lábios dele quando você choraminga se remexendo sobre o colo dele, fazendo o pau dele ir mais fundo ainda, denuncia que ele sabe muito bem o que você quer, mas ainda não acha que você pediu o suficiente.

— Seung...por favor, vai. - agora, passa a subir e descer no pau dele devagar, as mãos no peito dele, onde a ponta das unhas arranha um pouco a pele. — Só mais uma vezinha, amor...

Heo sorri, a mão em sua cintura sobe pelo seu corpo, apalpa seu seio antes de rodear seu pescoço, ele se aproxima, mordisca seu lábio inferior.

— Puta. É isso que você quer ouvir? - questiona, o aperto em seu pescoço se torna mais firme, te tirando parte do ar quando você acena com a cabeça de levinho junto de um chorinho doce, os lábios espremidos em um bico manhoso. — Puta...minha puta bonita.

Notas finais: gente, tô tendo dez mil surtos eu sou LOUCA por esse homem! 😭😭

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THE BULL (PART ONE)

1

Kevin bobbed up and down on his husband's cock. He'd been married to Paul Stanson for five years now and had dated him for five years before that. So Paul's dick was by now familiar. Every inch and curve and ridge on the seven incher, the slightly flared head, the way it spasmed as it neared orgasm.

It was getting there, now, he knew, also from the way Paul was sucking harder at Kevin's own smaller cock. Faster, more furious in his sucking pace, with more suction. It was going to get Kevin to the finish line, too.

It wasn't split-second timing, but Paul's seed spurted into Kevin's mouth. Kev loved the test of his man's cum... sweet with just a little salty flavor. That taste and the sensation of it gushing into his throat was often the trigger for his own orgasm and indeed he felt his cum hit his body with waves of pleasure. His husband sucked down his ejaculation as greedily.

They uncoupled and rearranged themselves to meet in a kiss. "Favorite way to start the weekend," Paul said. The man had long hours as a CFO for a small company and often had his sexual needs backed up if he and Kev didn't have enough time for regular sex during the week.

Kevin loved 69-ing, too, even if he sometimes wished they fucked more. Mutual oral was an act he never got the hang of till he met Paul. But his husband was a great cocksucker, having both technique and enthusiasm and their bodies were proportioned similarly enough in height to make it work.

"You came a lot," Kevin said, grinning.

"Should hold me for a couple of hours," Paul winked. He looked over at the clock. Almost 6pm. "What do you say we shower up and get some dinner?"

"Sounds good."

****

Life with Paul was great. Comfortable, even. Kevin Connors had been a personal trainer in his 20s and early 30s before getting into the marketing and then sales side of the business. Now 47, he worked in sales for a tech company specializing in apps for gyms and fitness companies.

The main challenge was their schedules, since Kevin traveled a lot for work, and Paul put in long hours. So weekends were their time for hanging out, and for sex.

And the sex was good. Great, even. Sure, familiarity sets in, but that had its positives as well as its drawbacks. Surprisingly, for as much as Paul was a type-A, even controlling guy in most aspects of their lives, even their relationship, in bed it was all mutual. He even liked it when Kevin topped, though Kevin would consider himself very much on the bottom side of the vers spectrum.

The one disagreement they had was about threesomes. They had done them a few times, and yeah they could be fun, but Kevin never liked the emotional aftermath or the awkwardness. For him, it just wasn't worth it. He had settled down and married a handsome, successful, and considerate man (faults notwithstanding) and wasn't looking to play the field.

Paul, though, LOVED threeways. He stopped pestering Kevin, but he did talk him into them a couple of times after their marriage. Kevin had started to get the sense that Paul enjoyed watching him with another man more than actually wanting to join in.

Kev brought that up with him and Paul admitted, sheepishly at first, that this was one of his big turn ons. "I don't know what it is, but it's crazy hot to watch you service some guy. If I can be honest, I'd love to watch some man fuck you some time."

"I don't know about that, babe," Kevin said, a little bothered by the suggestion. When they had played with a third, it was all oral, or both men topped the guy. Having the third fuck either of them seemed wrong. "I don't feel comfortable with that."

Paul smiled. "It's just a fantasy, and if you don't feel up that, that's cool."

****

Paul brought up the idea a couple of times, almost in jest, but didn't pursue it any more after he saw Kevin was not warming up the idea.

Kevin still wasn't crazy about it. But Paul's 50th birthday was coming up and Kev wanted to do something special for him. The man made a good salary and could afford most of the things he wanted to buy. And being the type-A control freak, he actually planned his own 50th party, with friends, some from out of town.

The idea had come to him and it seemed perfect. He knew Paul had a strong fantasy for a threeway, and a threeway where the man fucked Kevin. It would be a special treat, something only Kevin could give him. And he knew that it would be a one-time thing. A man turns 50 only once.

Kevin couldn't decide whether to tell Paul in advance and arrange for the threesome on his actual birthday or to wait till his birthday to tell him of his "present." He chose the latter, waiting until they were coming home from Paul's party, more than a little tipsy.

He knew Paul had some anxiety about turning 50, but he seemed to be in a good mood. "I'm the luckiest man in the city," he said as he slipped his arm around Kevin's and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Ended up with the hottest guy."

Kevin ate up the flattery. He always did. He'd always had "it," the stuff that gay guys went for. Good looks, great body, and a Midwestern personality that meant he never was short of admirers. He kept his middle aged body in perfect shape, even if that took more effort than before. The result was that Kevin's presence lit up a room... 190-something pounds of lean muscle at 6-foot-even, light brown hair that was getting gray at the temples, green eyes, roman nose, and bright smile.

It's what drew Paul to him, and it always amused Kevin to think that the guy wooed him with the same headstrong determination the man had in every aspect of his life. His husband was always proud that he'd snagged a hot stud like Kevin and never hesitated to express his gratitude.

While Paul wasn't in the same league, physically, Kevin had fallen for him immediately. Tall, strikingly handsome looks, trim swimmer's build, the man's serious personality was also an appeal for him. He looked up to Paul's educational and professional achievements, which inspired him to pursue his own MBA degree and get more serious about his career. He loved the way Paul's rationality balanced out his own often impetuous nature.

And, not to mince words, Paul had a bigger cock. Longer, thicker, at 7 thick inches. Kevin loved sucking on it and loved the way it felt fucking him. Kevin didn't like to think of himself as shallow, but he preferred a guy with a big dick.

Now, Kevin was proposing that another man fuck him, for the first time since he and Paul got involved.

"You serious?" Paul asked, surprised and very excited by the idea.

"Yeah, babe. You deserve to live out your fantasy once," Kevin said, clarifying that this would be a one-time thing.

Paul embraced him, holding him tight and planting a kiss on the mouth. Not a normal husband's peck but a heated, sexual kiss. Paul was turned on, for sure, and Kevin could feel his rigid boner in his pants as he started thrusting and backing Kevin toward the bed.

"I take it you like your present?"

"Fuck, yeah," Paul growled and they kissed again.

They couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. Paul was horny and his desire fueled his husband's.

They made out on the bed, gripping each other's muscle. Paul's trimmer build was on top of Kevin and his legs were kicking his husband's apart as he reached over to the nightstand for the lube. Paul was going to top and Kevin was very OK with that idea. It had been too long.

He slicked up and took just a second entering. But Kevin was horny and relaxed both and pretty quickly his pucker gave way and he felt the hot, hard shaft burrow in.

"Fuck me, babe," Kevin growled.

"Oh yeah," Paul hissed, his hips bucking fast. The alcohol was going to delay his cum just a little but they were going for a sprint rather than a marathon. "Fucking hot stud."

Kevin spread his legs wider and took his fucking. "You thinking of it already aren't you?" he asked. "Some guy fucking me."

Paul nodded, not embarrassed but turned on beyond belief. "Oh yeah." Then all of a sudden he started cumming, with a loud cry. Then he collapsed on the buffer man, taking a second to catch his breath before raising himself on his arms once more. Paul now pumped Kevin, slowly now, but it felt good.

"I want you to come, Kevin," he growled. "Come with my cock inside you."

"Oh yeah," Kev nodded and started stroking. His orgasm took just a little longer to arrive but when it did it felt great, and Kevin shot white ropes of jism on his chest and abs.

They kissed and uncoupled.

"Thanks for an amazing birthday, Kevin," he said, smiling and relaxed, like a happy kid.

****

They went online to arrange it. Kevin had a long defunct profile from a hookup site, which he updated with new pictures. He made it very clear in the language: good looking, in shape, married guy, 48, looking for a fit, masc, good looking top to fuck me while my husband watches. Should be hung, be able to fuck for more than five minutes. Safe only, no strings.

As predicted he got a lot of replies. He and Paul scrolled through them, laughing at some of the cheesy things guys wrote and mentally putting some of the guys on the short list. They finally came across a simple, straightforward message. "Dude, you're hot as fuck, but you know that. I'm younger and can usually come a couple times in one go. I'd love to show you what your husband's not giving you."

"What about that one?" Paul asked. It was almost a statement - let's pick this one - more than a question. Paul was definitely excited by "Mike."

Kevin looked at the profile. Something about the cocky nature of the message was a turn off, but he had to admit that Mike was a seriously hot guy. 25 years old, 5'11", 180, muscular as fuck, 8 inch fat cock, buzz-cut brown hair and blue eyes. "He's hot," he admitted to his husband.

"This may be my present, but I want to make sure you're into him," Paul said, patting Kevin's knee.

Kevin was. Maybe that was the problem. This guy was almost too hot. He wanted to seem open to this experience but not too eager. And his heart did pump faster imagining this younger man doing him. And especially looking at the photo of Mike's hardon. It was hard to judge the real size from a picture, and guys always exaggerated their size on these apps anyway, but the prick looked beautiful. Big, hard, ready to fuck. "All right," he said.

And just like that, he was firing back a message. It didn't take long for them to set up details. Next Saturday night, at Paul and Kevin's condo.

****

Saturday came and Kevin was nervous. Not ready to back out but feeling like he'd be happy if Paul called this off. In fact, he kept observing his husband that afternoon and it was clear that Paul was excited. It was a warm early summer day and Paul was wearing a preppy pair of khaki shorts and a blue-striped Oxford button down. He was handsome and Kevin couldn't help but remark how attractive his man was. Tall, distinguished looking with more salt-and-pepper hair than Kevin, who had just several flecks of gray coming in along the temples.

Kevin for his part went casual. Just a pair of gym shorts, commando, and a faded T-shirt of his Big 10 alma mater. He figured it would show off his gym-conditioned body. There always was the possibility with an online hookup not panning out. First Kevin had been nervous Mike wouldn't live up to his profile. In his single days he'd seen the flakes and the dudes with misleading and outdated pictures. Then, he worried he wouldn't live up to Mike's expectations. That message was right: Kevin knew he was hot. But he also was no longer in his 20s.

Before he could contemplate longer, the doorbell rang. Paul bounded up to answer it, and Kevin could hear their conversation down the hall.

"Mike?"

"That's me. You must be the birthday boy."

"Yes," Paul laughed. "Paul. Come on in."

Kevin watched as a medium-tall man entered, living up to his picture but somehow even better. He was dressed in jeans and a tight gray T-shirt that accentuated his build. He had just a hint of padding on his body, the kind of thickness 20-something guys often have when they focus on putting on muscle and don't want to avoid the occasional beer. But Mike was in shape and big, almost football player beefy. The man's smile broke out when he entered and saw Kevin. He was clearly pleased with what he saw.

"Mike," he said offering his hand to shake. Firm grip, steady eye contact. His eyes were almost sea blue in person, and his hair looked lighter than his picture, not quite blond but definitely light brown.

Kevin stood up, the nervousness fading rapidly, as he shook the hand. He was very much into Mike, the guy was definitely masculine with a laid-back deep voice, but there was something cute about his face, surprisingly, a bit of that boy next door appearance and a playfulness, too.

"I'm starting to think it's my birthday," Mike grinned and winked.

Paul seemed very pleased this was going to work out. He could tell Mike's interest immediately and read a similar lust in Kevin's face. "Can I get you a beer? Wine?"

Mike could barely take his eyes off Kevin. "How about we get down to business, if you guys don't mind? It's been a couple of days since I've gotten a load off and I'm horny as fuck."

Kevin laughed. There was something brash but adorable about this guy's approach. Like he was living up to the cocky messages he'd sent but not in a cheesy or overbearing way. More like he was just a horny young guy who craved sex.

"Oh yeah, we can do that," Paul answered for them. "Let's go to the bedroom."

When they got there the men were just a little awkward of how to start. Thankfully Mike took initiative. He turned to Paul: "It's your birthday, Paul, tell us what you want to see."

Kevin was glad Mike was looping Paul into this. Deferring to his husband in fact. With a wry grin, Paul sat down on an armchair we had off to the side in our bedroom and nodded toward me. "I want to watch Kevin suck your cock for starters."

Mike turned, an impish look on his face. "It was like he read my mind, dude." He started undoing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Kevin didn't waste time kneeing in front of him, and he had a close view of Mike's cock appearing. Not fully erect but very full looking. Mike was going commando and Kev sighed excitedly as he hauled out his meat.

"Fuck!" Kevin growled when he saw the length. He had assumed the guy was bullshitting about his size but there it was. At least eight perfect inches, real fat ones, too, maybe even a shade bigger than advertised. He leaned forward and took the head into my mouth.

"Oh God!" Kevin could hear Paul's excited gasp as he started sucking on the younger man's dick, feeling it firm up in my mouth. He never considered myself an expert cocksucker - Paul was more talented in that department, actually - but he did his best. Opening his mouth and relaxing the jaw and throat. Slowly working more and more into his craw. Kevin was almost deep throating him when Mike finally placed his hand on the top of my head to ease him off.

"Enough of the warm up, bud," Mike said. "Don't want to cum just yet." He reached down and hoisted Kev up and just like that initiated a kiss. The couple hadn't talked about kissing, but Paul wasn't making any objection now and Kevin was definitely keyed up for it. He kissed Mike back, feeling the strong hands slip down his shorts and massage his exposed ass cheeks. Mike's hands were strong, all right, gripping Kevin's gym-toned ass muscle.

"Fucking perfect ass," Mike mumbled and leaned back to remove his shirt while Kevin followed suit. He stripped off his jeans and now their naked bodies connected. His muscle felt warm to the touch and Kevin could tell he was getting off on the better definition.

Mike walked the two back toward the bed and they collapsed in embraced. The man may have been young, but was a skilled lover, covering Kevin's body with his own and humping against him. He kissed up the older man's neck, muttering into his ear. "You like your husband watching?"

Kevin hissed. This was Paul's part of the scene, the voyeur aspect. Kevin just enjoyed the sexual contact.

Maybe Mike mistook his silence. "Don't worry, man," he whispered. "I'm going to give you a fuck you'll remember."

"What are you guys whispering about?" Paul said, a tone half amused, half annoyed.

Mike craned his head back and looked at the 50 year old. "I was telling him I'm going to give him a fuck he'll remember."

With a grin he scooted down and lifted Kevin's legs up. Kevin aided the process by pulling his legs back the rest of the way. He trembled as Mike's breath fluttered against his crack and then moaned as the man planted his face right there.

"Oh fuck," Paul gasped and as Kevin looked over he could see Paul undoing his shorts and pulling out his rigid prick. As rigid as he ever remembered seeing his husband. He was glad Paul was enjoying the show. He was even happier feeling Mike's tongue circle around his hole. Paul wasn't a big fan of rimming, either giving or receiving. In contrast, this young stud was downright enthusiastic, munching Kevin's hole for a good five or ten minutes before pulling back.

"Hot fucking hole," he growled, giving another swipe or two of the tongue.

"Fuck me," Kevin urged. As he said it he realized it was the first time he'd actively initiated the process. Not waiting for Paul's request. He wanted Mike to fuck him. Bad.

Mike leaned up, grinning big. "Gladly, stud." He turned over toward Paul, showing off his large erection. "You ready to see me stuff this in your husband?"

Paul was so horny he could barely speak. "God yeah." He didn't touch his cock which was reddened and throbbing and dripping precum down its length. He couldn't remember ever being so turned on. "Just wear a rubber," he reminded.

Mike nodded his agreement as got off the bed and picked up the condom and lube. He walked over to where Paul was sitting. "Maybe you should put it on."

Kevin lay back, his legs still spread but now resting on the mattress. He hadn't expected this turn of events, for Paul to be brought in physically. He wouldn't have minded getting this young stud prepped and ready, but it was insanely hot to watch Paul take the Magnum and tear open the foil packet with his teeth, then gripping Mike's rigid prick in his hand to roll the rubber down.

"You like feeling this cock, man?" Mike asked, his hands on his hips as he looked down. "It's going right up your husband's asshole. Is that what you want?"

"Oh yeah. Please," Paul's voice was soft but definitely excited.

"More lube," Mike instructed. "Your husband's got a horny hole, but he's not used to cocks this big."

That made Paul audibly grown. Kevin wasn't sure where this was coming from. It must go beyond the voyeurism, he guessed. Paul seemed to get off being put in his place by a more muscular, better hung man.

Finally Mike stepped back and then crawled back onto the bed, his hardon throbbing and waving with each step. Kevin was nervous he'd get right to fucking and was growing apprehensive given the girth of that dick. The length he could take just fine, he knew, but Mike's cock was fat, almost cylindrically shaped.

But Mike just squirted some lubricant on his fingers and started working it into Kevin's hole.

"Lean back, buddy," he urged. "Relax." Then as his fingers pushed in and out, first two, then three, he hissed, "feels good."

Kevin was getting into that horny space again. That I gotta-get-fucked urge. He pulled back his legs to his chest, hiking his toned ass up. Mike got the message, withdrew his fingers and scooted forward.

The penetration was slow and steady. Kevin's hole would tighten then relax again, and more of that gloriously fat cock would slip inside. He forgot about Paul entirely, in fact, as this hunk was hovering over him, looking down with an intense, lusty smile. His fucker was about 20 years younger than him and was definitely into Kevin. Hungry, almost possessive in his fuck. Mike was enjoying this, and that somehow thrilled Kevin even more.

Pretty soon his pubes pressed against Kev's hole. "All the way in ya, man," he boasted. "How's that feel?"

"Incredible," Kevin grunted.

Mike pulled back just an inch and pressed in. Then again. Priming the pump. When he was sure Kevin was ready, he started fucking.

Kevin's mind was feeling overwhelmed with the sensation. He felt full, amazingly full. Possessed, stimulated inside and out. His dick was rigid and leaking on his hairy taut abs.

Mike built up a steady pace, working both men up. Not rushed, but gradually faster and harder. "Yeah you love this," Mike growled, putting more power into his hips. Rhythmic hard thrusts, that somehow Kevin was able not only to take but to crave. "Love being fucked by a real man."

At those words, Paul came, shooting his seed all over his hand and stomach. Mike looked over and saw the man go through the aftershocks. "Your husband just nutted," he grinned as he looked down on Kevin's horny state, muscles tensed, dick hard. "You about ready to come, too, bud?"

"Fuck, yeah," Kevin urged. As much as he wanted this to last, it was all so intense. He gripped his bone and started stroking.

That seemed to urge Mike to fuck faster, that fat rod hitting Kevin's internal gland more insistently. "Do it, man. Come on my cock."

Kevin did. His body shook and he gave it up. Heavy hard spurts of cum sprayed all over himself, some spurting against Mike's smoother torso in the process.

Mike's look of satisfaction was giving way to his O face. Kevin's spasming hole was gonna make him come. "FUCK!!!" he cried as he held his hips steady and filled his condom. Leaning forward he met Kevin in one last deep kiss, as his body tensed in the waves of pleasure.

That rubber was bulbed at the tip with jizz when he pulled out at last. He stepped off and Paul could see that magnificent, powerful cock.

"Mind if I rinse off?" Mike asked.

Paul had come a second time and was wiping his hands off with kleenex. "Yeah, sure, the bathroom's there," he said, pointing to the master bath.

"Thanks. And I may take you up on that beer if you don't mind me sticking around just a bit."

"Least we can do after that performance," Paul observed. As Mike stepped into the bathroom, Paul got up and crossed over to where Kevin lay, relaxed and satisfied. "You doing OK, babe?" he asked.

Kevin looked up with a dreamy expression. "More than OK. That was awesome. Was it everything you wanted?" He felt guilty now he'd enjoyed it so much but Paul seemed to have enjoyed it too.

"Oh yeah," he nodded and met Kevin in a soft kiss. "You can clean up and join us."

***

Ten minutes later, the men sat, dressed once more, in the living room sipping their beer and making small talk.

Finally Mike addressed the elephant in the room. "You guys done this before?"

"No," Kevin said. "Not exactly."

"We've had a few threesomes," Paul clarified. "But never a scene like this. With me watching. What about you?"

Mike nodded. "Yeah, a couple times. I had a running thing with a couple... you know, one of the guys had a big-time cuck fantasy." He took a sip of beer and looked squarely at Kevin. "The bottom wasn't as hot as you, though. Not by a mile."

"Thanks," Kevin replied.

"I'll just say you surpassed our expectations when we decided to do this," Paul said, his arm affectionately around Kevin's shoulder. "Guess we didn't expect a younger guy."

Mike got a sexy grin. "Oh, I have a real thing for older guys. Especially DILFs. It's one reason I come into the city to hookup with guys." His expression turned more serious. "Besides, I'm not out on my job, so it's just easier this way."

"What do you do?" Kevin asked.

"State trooper," he replied, clearly anticipating the surprised reaction from Paul and Kevin. He'd seen it before. He didn't usually tell guys his profession, but he felt comfortable with these men.

"No shit?" Paul exclaimed.

"You definitely look every bit the part," Kevin observed.

"I wish I was in your kind of shape," Mike answered truthfully. Kevin was his type to a T.

"Kev was a personal trainer," Paul volunteered proudly. "Hard keeping up with a dude this hot, I'll tell ya."

"You're a good looking dude, too, Paul," Mike admitted. "Thanks for setting this little play date up. Made my week. I think I was a little backed up."

"Looked like it from what I saw trapped in the condom." Paul observed.

Mike laughed. "Yeah." He reached down and gripped his crotch. "I could go again, too."

Paul looked shocked. He'd assumed the sex part of the evening was over.

"You're not fucking me again," Kevin said, his eyes locking on Mike's. "But I'll suck you off."

He was too nervous to look at Paul for confirmation on this. But his husband was the one who'd hounded him to play this scene, and Kevin knew he wanted another chance with Mike's amazing cock, since this was a one-time threesome. He stood up and crossed over, getting on his knees between the state cop's spread legs.

"Fuckin' A." Mike hissed, undoing his jeans once more.

Paul didn't think he had any more boner left after two cums not even twenty minutes ago. But here he was growing hard as he watched Kevin give Mike the Cop head.

Kevin felt a little more comfortable Mike's big dick this time, slowly working more of the thick shaft into his throat with an up and down bob. Sucking on that dick in the process and rubbing the cop's heavy nut sac with his right hand. He wanted to give the young stud pleasure.

Mike for his part seemed engrossed in the blowjob, looking down on Kevin's bobbing head, guiding him a little, until he looked up and over at Paul. "He's really good at this. Man your husband is so friggin hot." He leaned back and let the pleasure climb until he was having his second orgasm, firing a healthy load into Kevin's sucking throat.

Now it was Kevin with a look of proud satisfaction as he stood up, gripping his boner to calm it, and returned to sit next to Paul as Mike tucked in and buttoned back up.

"Fuck," the cop growled. "I won't say that was better than your ass, but... wow."

[luckhissoul]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE(S): (canon muses)

mat cauthon ( the wheel of time )

quinn blackwood ( the vampire chronicles)

michael curry ( the mayfair witches )

adolin kholin ( stormlight archive )

jasnah kholin ( stormlight archive )

syl ( stormlight archive )

vin venture ( mistborn )

ivar the boneless ( vikings )

bellamy blake ( the 100 )

francis de valois ( reign )

cahir ( the witcher saga )

aviendha ( the wheel of time )

min farshaw ( the wheel of time )

paul atredies ( dune )

alia atredies ( dune )

carl grimes ( the walking dead )

aramis ( the three musketeers )

john silver ( black sails )

seth gecko ( from dusk til dawn : the series )

will graham ( hannibal )

rodrigo borgia ( the borgias )

lucrezia borgia ( the borgias )

michael grey ( peaky blinders )

marcel gerard ( the orignals )

anakin skywalker ( star wars )

louis xiv ( versailles )

moiraine damodred ( the wheel of time )

lan mandragoran ( the wheel of time )

and four ocs !

WANT TO WRITE: (maybe i will write them someday, maybe not)

like idk right now? probably none. i considered adding marius from the vampire chronicles but decided against it lol

HAVE WRITTEN:

peter petrelli ( heroes )

jaime lannister ( asoiaf )

theon greyjoy ( asoiaf )

sam "falcon" wilson ( mcu )

raven / mystique ( mcu )

elijah mikaelson ( the the originals )

caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries )

enzo st. john ( the vampire diaries )

elle bishop ( heroes )

arthur petrelli ( heroes )

genevieve ( the orginals )

aurora ( the originals )

matt parkman ( heroes )

kaz brekker ( six of crows )

the darkling ( shadow and bone )

fergus fraser ( outlander )

sarah manning ( orphan black )

james patrick march ( ahs )

tate langdon ( ahs )

jimmy darling ( ahs )

kit walker ( ahs )

ethan chandler ( penny dreadful )

lazlo kreizler ( the alienist )

marcus isaacson ( the alienist )

lucius vorenus ( rome )

dwight enys ( poldark )

nell crain ( the haunting of hill house )

charles xavier ( mcu )

elizabeth of york

gendry ( asoiaf )

dinah madani ( the punisher )

freya mikaelson ( the originals )

carolina villanueva ( high seas )

nicolas sala ( high seas )

WOULD WRITE AGAIN:

not sure who i would ? write again ? sometimes i'm like hey maybe but then i'm like nah i don't want to lol

Tagged by: @stcrforged tagging : @caracarnn - @xhideyourfires - @adversitybloomed - @wstfl - @honorhearted - @godresembled - @bas0rexias - @indigodreames and anyone else?

[gebo4482]

Legends of Runeterra by Envar Studio #3

Artist: Paul Riebe / Kevin Zamir Goeke / Leonardo Sala / Lorenzo Lanfranconi

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💥 En su XXXVI edición se cuenta con la participación de ocho espectáculos seleccionados mediante convocatoria nacional, en los que la danza contemporánea y otros estilos dancísticos, así como diferentes expresiones artísticas se fusionan para dar como resultado creaciones escénicas únicas, diversas y dialogantes con nuestra realidad social. Esta edición dedicada a la más reciente e innovadora producción dancística peruana, con una treintena de artistas nacionales que se unen para ofrecer una experiencia única. La programación incluye clases maestras y conversatorios con los artistas.

📜 PROGRAMA

🗯 Se inicia el 02 y 03 de julio con PosTacto, obra creada y dirigida por Ana Brito, Cory Cruz y Pachi Valle Riestra,con la participación de Andrea Pereda, Joselyn Ortiz, Lui Vizcarra.Continúa el 05 y 06 de julio con Albagané, propuesta de La Trenza Colectivo y Tumbes_204, bajo la dirección e interpretación de Luz Gutiérrez Privat y Joelle Gruenberg, creación escénica contemporánea, inspirada en la ritualidad festiva del Señor de la Soledad en Huaraz de la Región Ancash.

👁 Desde Cusco, llega la compañía Transdisciplinar Escénicas con Amazonasdelcuerpo, amazonasdelalma, obra de danza teatro y video programada para el 09 y 10 de julio, dirigida e interpretada por Marisol Zumaeta, acompañada por la cantante Gladys Conde. Luego de la función del 10 de julio se propone un conversatorio con las artistas. El 13 y 14 de julio se presenta el Ballet de San Marcos con Ello sensible,  coreografía de Arturo Vela, Luis Valdivia, Marlon Cabellos y la participación de Leila León, Karol Martínez, Naysha Meneses, María Elena Riera, Vanessa Rivera, Ana María Tarazona, Rudy Quispe, Juan Salas Ariza, Raúl Trujillo y Luis Valdivia.

🤩 El 16 y 17 de julio se aprecia AYACÁN, dirigida porPável Paniagua, interpretada por Pável Paniagua y Alonso Núñez. Inspirado en el contacto con la noche, propone irrumpir la lógica racional del día presentando la oscuridad como un espacio-tiempo para el redescubrimiento de la existencia personal a partir de la magia, la ternura, el juego, el placer, la violencia y el riesgo. El 17 de julio se realiza un conversatorio con los artistas, inmediatamente después de la presentación

👸 Ojalá que al ocaso tengas compañía, se presenta el 19 y 20 de julio, obra de la Compañía Médula Danza, con coreografía y dirección de Carla Picón, está interpretada por Andrea Zamora, Andreína Dueñas, Fabián Henostroza, Héctor Quispe, Melisa Luna, Pierina Bullón, Sebastián Cornejo y Taty Correa. La pieza explora la paleta de colores de la vida, desde el amor hasta el dolor, y cómo estas experiencias nos enriquecen.

🎯 El humor y el sarcasmo están presentes en El presidente más feliz, que va el 23 y 24 de julio, bajo el concepto y la dirección de Cristina Velarde. Participan, Cristina Velarde, Mariel Tamayo, Fer Escudero, Miguel Campana, Lui Vizcarra, Paul Lazo. La obra plantea una nueva lectura del ejercicio de autoridad y de la percepción de desamparo que sentimos como ciudadanos.

👀 La función de cierre, el 26 y 27 de julio con la presentación de Dejar ir / Orquídea azul de Hevia Dance Company, con la dirección y coreografía de Pepe Hevia. Participan: Ariam León, Valentina Hidalgo, Jesús Paiva, Alejandro Cabel, Diago Borda, Naidubys Ferrer, Sofía Murrugarra y André Tempo.La obra cuestiona la belleza y la pureza en toda regla, toma como metáfora a la orquídea azul y su extrema plasticidad y perfección, haciéndonos valorar lo hermoso que vive en el paisaje que habitamos y diseñamos, asumiendo el dolor del destierro, el olvido y la ofrenda que generamos al dejar ir, intuyendo a lo lejos una nueva vida.

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📆 Del 02 al 27 de Julio

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🎟️Jubilados: S/.35

🎟 Estudiantes S/.30

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