Let’s cover the topic of How to use the Spanish verb llevar.
According to a Spanish dictionary that I have, “llevar” means “to carry” or to “take.” But I have heard native Spanish speakers use “llevar” to indicate a duration of time or to designate actions that began in the past and which continue into the present. And I have also heard them use the verb “llevar” to measure or indicate quantity.
How To Use the Spanish Verb Llevar
¿Cuánto tiempo lleva viviendo acá?
How long have you been living here?
I guess you could look at the question as “How much time are you carrying here?”
My response is:
Llevo viviendo más de seis años en Colombia.
Or . . .
Llevo más de seis años viviendo en Colombia.
Both mean “I have been living in Colombia more than 6 years.”
There are two other ways the “taxistas” could ask me the same question:
1. ¿Cuánto tiempo hace que vive acá?
2. ¿Desde cuándo vive acá?
And there are also 2 other ways that I could have responded.
1. Vivo en Colombia hace más de seis años.
2. Vivo en Colombia desde hace más de seis años.
But here in Colombia and many parts of Latin America it is common to use the verb “llevar” + gerund (verb ending with “ing”) to designate actions that began in the past but that continue into the present instead of using one of the following two methods :
1. hace + expression of time + que + verb in the present tense. Or to form a question as, ¿Cuánto tiempo hace que …..?
2. verb in the present tense + desde hace + expression of time. Or to form a question as, ¿Desde cuándo …..?
Here´s example of how the verb “llevar” is used to measure or indicate quantity.
¿Cuántas páginas llevas leídas?
How many pages do you have read?
Llevo leídas tres páginas.
I have three pages read.Or …
Llevo leída media novela.
I am halfway through the novel.
Here´s another example:
¿Cuántos libros llevas leídos?
How many books do you have read?Llevo leídos seis libros.
I have 6 books read.
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As I leant down I simultaneously thrust into her and kissed her, I whispered in her ear that I cannot believe she let them fuck and cum in her and demanded that she lick every trace of the two men off me. “What, no, no, no, not two, it was just Gary, what do you think . . .” Her sentence was cut short by me pushing her legs down back to the bed, making her thong stretch from side to side of her face gagging her. “JUST GARY” I said “you dirty fucking slut”, as I held her there in that position, I pistoned into her furiously, using my legs, hips and bodyweight, Stacey whimpered and muffled encouragement, after a couple of minutes she was shaking through an orgasm, before tapping me vigorously on my hip, I released her from being pinned. She immediately began talking “that was amazing, the best”. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and carried on driving into her, using my now free hands to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. “ I want YOUR cum” and “I’m sorry, I really am, I love you” I cut her off again, this time by pulling her panties off and gagging her with them. Wow they were wet, in hindsight I should have wrung them out over the dirty bitch.
Over the last 15 years we have grown together, both in spirit as soul mates and sexually. At 42 I’m older and have certainly had more experience. She is trusting and open minded, most new things she has tried with me, she has enjoyed and gone on to develop. Sex indoors, sex outdoors, making love, fucking like animals, some rough play, dressing up, we’ve come a long way together. But recently things had gone off the boil, the UK covid lockdown didn’t help, Stacey, me and the kids were cooped up together for a long period, limit privacy and working from home consuming us, probably made worse for me as my masturbating opportunities were also reduced.
I rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties, as I pulled down her shorts with my other hand. I was surprised at how wet she already was, but put that down to have been golfing on a hot day for 4 hours. I was pleasantly surprised to find the panties were new to me, a lovely lacy pair of hipster thongs. With just her panties on, I stood behind her, right hand rubbing her mound and my left hand back up top, alternating between her tits and neck. I myself had only had a towel on, however, this was long gone and all I had was a raging 8” hard on, which was nestling between her legs, nudging against her panty clad butt. Her half hearted “no, no, no” was contradicted by her body responding to me, pushing herself back on to my rock hard cock. Maybe sensing that I wasn’t going to take n for an answer, she panted “the kids are downstairs, so lets be quiet” before adding “and don’t be making it or worry about me (making reference to me always holding off cumming until she had), just fuck me, use me to cum in”. This nearly made me cum where I was stood, I love her talking dirty to me, possibly because to the outside world, she is so lovely, she has a high profile job and comes across as butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
Stacey (my wife) and myself had a good sex life, but after 15 years it became a little predictable. Usually driven by me, I knew the signals, the main signal being Stacey going up for a shower before bed. The sex itself was always good, sometimes great as we both know what makes each other tick and cum. I still find Stacey attractive, she’s 5’7” and although at 36 she has never shed the baby weight of having a couple of kids, her exercise routine still keeps her bum pert and large tits firm.
As the lockdown restrictions were eased and certain sports and exercises were allowed again, I got out walking and kayaking, whereas Stacey got back on the golf course at every opportunity, where she is very accomplished (playing off a handicap of 5). She played 2 or 3 times a week with her friend Amy, who roped her into entering a mixed completion. Stacey eagerly told me about the comp coming up in 6 months and that she would be playing with Gary and Tony. Tony was new to me, an average player and someone making the numbers up. Gary I knew from way back, an excellent golfer and a bit of a ladies man. Despite knowing this, I didn’t say anything, I’m not the jealous type and have never had cause to be. Of the 2-3 rounds a week, Stacey and Amy played, Gary and Tony joined them, but again as they were playing as a 4, I didn’t worry unduly.
Over the last 15 years we have grown together, both in spirit as soul mates and sexually. At 42 I’m older and have certainly had more experience. She is trusting and open minded, most new things she has tried with me, she has enjoyed and gone on to develop. Sex indoors, sex outdoors, making love, fucking like animals, some rough play, dressing up, we’ve come a long way together. But recently things had gone off the boil, the UK covid lockdown didn’t help, Stacey, me and the kids were cooped up together for a long period, limit privacy and working from home consuming us, probably made worse for me as my masturbating opportunities were also reduced.
With a head full of emotions, anger, lust and confusion. I flipped her over to face me, she immediately saw the look on my face and looking eye to eye, she teared up and quivered “I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you” at this point, with the realisation that I’d be licking sweat and spunk from my wifes pussy after she’d been unfaithful with another man, my hard on should have gone, but it was fit to burst. Not only fit to burst, but laid upwards between Stacey and me, rubbing against her dripping pussy, with every slight movement. There was 10 seconds of silence, in which we never lost eye contact. Stacey laid back on the bed, me holding her legs by the ankles, with her sodden panties pressing firmly against my chest. After the eternity like moment of silence, with one hand Stacey pushed my cock inside her, I couldn’t believe how lubricated and warm her pussy was.
With a head full of emotions, anger, lust and confusion. I flipped her over to face me, she immediately saw the look on my face and looking eye to eye, she teared up and quivered “I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you” at this point, with the realisation that I’d be licking sweat and spunk from my wifes pussy after she’d been unfaithful with another man, my hard on should have gone, but it was fit to burst. Not only fit to burst, but laid upwards between Stacey and me, rubbing against her dripping pussy, with every slight movement. There was 10 seconds of silence, in which we never lost eye contact. Stacey laid back on the bed, me holding her legs by the ankles, with her sodden panties pressing firmly against my chest. After the eternity like moment of silence, with one hand Stacey pushed my cock inside her, I couldn’t believe how lubricated and warm her pussy was.
I rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties, as I pulled down her shorts with my other hand. I was surprised at how wet she already was, but put that down to have been golfing on a hot day for 4 hours. I was pleasantly surprised to find the panties were new to me, a lovely lacy pair of hipster thongs. With just her panties on, I stood behind her, right hand rubbing her mound and my left hand back up top, alternating between her tits and neck. I myself had only had a towel on, however, this was long gone and all I had was a raging 8” hard on, which was nestling between her legs, nudging against her panty clad butt. Her half hearted “no, no, no” was contradicted by her body responding to me, pushing herself back on to my rock hard cock. Maybe sensing that I wasn’t going to take n for an answer, she panted “the kids are downstairs, so lets be quiet” before adding “and don’t be making it or worry about me (making reference to me always holding off cumming until she had), just fuck me, use me to cum in”. This nearly made me cum where I was stood, I love her talking dirty to me, possibly because to the outside world, she is so lovely, she has a high profile job and comes across as butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
I then started to wonder why Stacey hadn’t told me and began to think things, I got myself in a mess wondering if Stacey was having an affair, but was able to rationalise things and put my thoughts down to petty jealousy, after all Tony was there to cock block Gary. Strangely though, with the mix of emotions I’d been feeling, I was quite turned on by my dirty mind wrongly thinking what my wife was up to. With my dirty mind getting the better of me, I shut myself away from the kids in the bathroom and wanked myself furiously at the thought my wife being fucked o the golf course by Gary, Tony even joined my fantasy at one point as I imagined her being bent over in the woods by both men, using her and leaving her full of cum. I came buckets myself at the thought. Immediately afterwards I was overcome by guilt and anger at myself for being turned on by such thoughts. I pushed all that to the back of my mind and went downstairs, to prep the kids evening dinner, which I served before jumping in the shower upstairs in the en-suite.
I rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties, as I pulled down her shorts with my other hand. I was surprised at how wet she already was, but put that down to have been golfing on a hot day for 4 hours. I was pleasantly surprised to find the panties were new to me, a lovely lacy pair of hipster thongs. With just her panties on, I stood behind her, right hand rubbing her mound and my left hand back up top, alternating between her tits and neck. I myself had only had a towel on, however, this was long gone and all I had was a raging 8” hard on, which was nestling between her legs, nudging against her panty clad butt. Her half hearted “no, no, no” was contradicted by her body responding to me, pushing herself back on to my rock hard cock. Maybe sensing that I wasn’t going to take n for an answer, she panted “the kids are downstairs, so lets be quiet” before adding “and don’t be making it or worry about me (making reference to me always holding off cumming until she had), just fuck me, use me to cum in”. This nearly made me cum where I was stood, I love her talking dirty to me, possibly because to the outside world, she is so lovely, she has a high profile job and comes across as butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
With a head full of emotions, anger, lust and confusion. I flipped her over to face me, she immediately saw the look on my face and looking eye to eye, she teared up and quivered “I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you” at this point, with the realisation that I’d be licking sweat and spunk from my wifes pussy after she’d been unfaithful with another man, my hard on should have gone, but it was fit to burst. Not only fit to burst, but laid upwards between Stacey and me, rubbing against her dripping pussy, with every slight movement. There was 10 seconds of silence, in which we never lost eye contact. Stacey laid back on the bed, me holding her legs by the ankles, with her sodden panties pressing firmly against my chest. After the eternity like moment of silence, with one hand Stacey pushed my cock inside her, I couldn’t believe how lubricated and warm her pussy was.
I rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties, as I pulled down her shorts with my other hand. I was surprised at how wet she already was, but put that down to have been golfing on a hot day for 4 hours. I was pleasantly surprised to find the panties were new to me, a lovely lacy pair of hipster thongs. With just her panties on, I stood behind her, right hand rubbing her mound and my left hand back up top, alternating between her tits and neck. I myself had only had a towel on, however, this was long gone and all I had was a raging 8” hard on, which was nestling between her legs, nudging against her panty clad butt. Her half hearted “no, no, no” was contradicted by her body responding to me, pushing herself back on to my rock hard cock. Maybe sensing that I wasn’t going to take n for an answer, she panted “the kids are downstairs, so lets be quiet” before adding “and don’t be making it or worry about me (making reference to me always holding off cumming until she had), just fuck me, use me to cum in”. This nearly made me cum where I was stood, I love her talking dirty to me, possibly because to the outside world, she is so lovely, she has a high profile job and comes across as butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
Over the last 15 years we have grown together, both in spirit as soul mates and sexually. At 42 I’m older and have certainly had more experience. She is trusting and open minded, most new things she has tried with me, she has enjoyed and gone on to develop. Sex indoors, sex outdoors, making love, fucking like animals, some rough play, dressing up, we’ve come a long way together. But recently things had gone off the boil, the UK covid lockdown didn’t help, Stacey, me and the kids were cooped up together for a long period, limit privacy and working from home consuming us, probably made worse for me as my masturbating opportunities were also reduced.
As I leant down I simultaneously thrust into her and kissed her, I whispered in her ear that I cannot believe she let them fuck and cum in her and demanded that she lick every trace of the two men off me. “What, no, no, no, not two, it was just Gary, what do you think . . .” Her sentence was cut short by me pushing her legs down back to the bed, making her thong stretch from side to side of her face gagging her. “JUST GARY” I said “you dirty fucking slut”, as I held her there in that position, I pistoned into her furiously, using my legs, hips and bodyweight, Stacey whimpered and muffled encouragement, after a couple of minutes she was shaking through an orgasm, before tapping me vigorously on my hip, I released her from being pinned. She immediately began talking “that was amazing, the best”. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and carried on driving into her, using my now free hands to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. “ I want YOUR cum” and “I’m sorry, I really am, I love you” I cut her off again, this time by pulling her panties off and gagging her with them. Wow they were wet, in hindsight I should have wrung them out over the dirty bitch.
Well i’m from Ireland, and throughout Ireland bono and the lads are unquestionably liked and also could certainly not do really much incorrect, we all love them.
As I leant down I simultaneously thrust into her and kissed her, I whispered in her ear that I cannot believe she let them fuck and cum in her and demanded that she lick every trace of the two men off me. “What, no, no, no, not two, it was just Gary, what do you think . . .” Her sentence was cut short by me pushing her legs down back to the bed, making her thong stretch from side to side of her face gagging her. “JUST GARY” I said “you dirty fucking slut”, as I held her there in that position, I pistoned into her furiously, using my legs, hips and bodyweight, Stacey whimpered and muffled encouragement, after a couple of minutes she was shaking through an orgasm, before tapping me vigorously on my hip, I released her from being pinned. She immediately began talking “that was amazing, the best”. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and carried on driving into her, using my now free hands to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. “ I want YOUR cum” and “I’m sorry, I really am, I love you” I cut her off again, this time by pulling her panties off and gagging her with them. Wow they were wet, in hindsight I should have wrung them out over the dirty bitch.
As the lockdown restrictions were eased and certain sports and exercises were allowed again, I got out walking and kayaking, whereas Stacey got back on the golf course at every opportunity, where she is very accomplished (playing off a handicap of 5). She played 2 or 3 times a week with her friend Amy, who roped her into entering a mixed completion. Stacey eagerly told me about the comp coming up in 6 months and that she would be playing with Gary and Tony. Tony was new to me, an average player and someone making the numbers up. Gary I knew from way back, an excellent golfer and a bit of a ladies man. Despite knowing this, I didn’t say anything, I’m not the jealous type and have never had cause to be. Of the 2-3 rounds a week, Stacey and Amy played, Gary and Tony joined them, but again as they were playing as a 4, I didn’t worry unduly.
Stacey (my wife) and myself had a good sex life, but after 15 years it became a little predictable. Usually driven by me, I knew the signals, the main signal being Stacey going up for a shower before bed. The sex itself was always good, sometimes great as we both know what makes each other tick and cum. I still find Stacey attractive, she’s 5’7” and although at 36 she has never shed the baby weight of having a couple of kids, her exercise routine still keeps her bum pert and large tits firm.
I rubbed her pussy through the lacy panties, as I pulled down her shorts with my other hand. I was surprised at how wet she already was, but put that down to have been golfing on a hot day for 4 hours. I was pleasantly surprised to find the panties were new to me, a lovely lacy pair of hipster thongs. With just her panties on, I stood behind her, right hand rubbing her mound and my left hand back up top, alternating between her tits and neck. I myself had only had a towel on, however, this was long gone and all I had was a raging 8” hard on, which was nestling between her legs, nudging against her panty clad butt. Her half hearted “no, no, no” was contradicted by her body responding to me, pushing herself back on to my rock hard cock. Maybe sensing that I wasn’t going to take n for an answer, she panted “the kids are downstairs, so lets be quiet” before adding “and don’t be making it or worry about me (making reference to me always holding off cumming until she had), just fuck me, use me to cum in”. This nearly made me cum where I was stood, I love her talking dirty to me, possibly because to the outside world, she is so lovely, she has a high profile job and comes across as butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
As the lockdown restrictions were eased and certain sports and exercises were allowed again, I got out walking and kayaking, whereas Stacey got back on the golf course at every opportunity, where she is very accomplished (playing off a handicap of 5). She played 2 or 3 times a week with her friend Amy, who roped her into entering a mixed completion. Stacey eagerly told me about the comp coming up in 6 months and that she would be playing with Gary and Tony. Tony was new to me, an average player and someone making the numbers up. Gary I knew from way back, an excellent golfer and a bit of a ladies man. Despite knowing this, I didn’t say anything, I’m not the jealous type and have never had cause to be. Of the 2-3 rounds a week, Stacey and Amy played, Gary and Tony joined them, but again as they were playing as a 4, I didn’t worry unduly.
As I leant down I simultaneously thrust into her and kissed her, I whispered in her ear that I cannot believe she let them fuck and cum in her and demanded that she lick every trace of the two men off me. “What, no, no, no, not two, it was just Gary, what do you think . . .” Her sentence was cut short by me pushing her legs down back to the bed, making her thong stretch from side to side of her face gagging her. “JUST GARY” I said “you dirty fucking slut”, as I held her there in that position, I pistoned into her furiously, using my legs, hips and bodyweight, Stacey whimpered and muffled encouragement, after a couple of minutes she was shaking through an orgasm, before tapping me vigorously on my hip, I released her from being pinned. She immediately began talking “that was amazing, the best”. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and carried on driving into her, using my now free hands to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. “ I want YOUR cum” and “I’m sorry, I really am, I love you” I cut her off again, this time by pulling her panties off and gagging her with them. Wow they were wet, in hindsight I should have wrung them out over the dirty bitch.