's friend and we
Part Two: The friend, you and I ( female)
Since morning I heard about your accident in a casual conversation, my head did not stop thinking about you, the meeting was a robot that gave hollow smiles trying to hide my uneasiness, my partner, Santiago, freaked me, asked no questions, he was discreet, he knew to give me a cloak fill my absence.
The morning passed quickly, and Santiago had to leave and return to Valencia, was the birthday of his son and wanted to reach, so I stayed for whether to resolve last-minute doubts, he should be , would catch the last train.
I went to dinner at La Miranda del Museo, and today more than I loved, needed and let me relax my mind wander, while sipping a delicious noodle dishes and a glass of white wine, looking without seeing through the glass Tibidabo and barely realize you got no call back, I saw you there, on the reflection of my memories came back , I'm not going to let you forget.
were my first and only foray into the dark borders of a world where unspeakable desires survive sex dream, a pulse meter by eating my limits as a rubber band to jump on the mouth, a search always forward , as out as needed to delve into me.
I left a sour taste, a point addictive, poisonous, but that made me smacking as a tonic, who may belong to my generation, will remember your ad, it is that you had tried some, sugar, citric acid, anhydride carbon, natural flavors and quinine, bitter, adulterated heroin cure my malaria is verbalized in you.
often thought that I knew how to read, others read me like no other, a reader always quiet, into thy hands I forgot you were leaving a book on the bedside table and then running my saliva-soaked sheets over and again.
Although I was dying to hear from you, I decided I should not do, I knew I had to, but I could not avoid meeting a penultimate desire, as an alcoholic in his last binge, a trio pleaded and never granted as a better cup of wine tasting you'll never know.
On the table was La Vanguardia, I searched the classified section, I knew what I wanted, a first call and everything was in place, the second would be more difficult, I searched your name on my agenda for a while I deleted it but then decided to record it again but you never knew would flash on the screen, recognize the lived experience was overcome, another step up, I heard your voice soft as he remembered, with that accent you knew explode as seductive amateur and I let out a disjointed tirade, I told you to visit with a friend, did not let you just talk and hung up, was close to collapse and doubts appeared slam gave them at the same time I ran the chair sharply to not waver.
Via Laietana
I walked into the Diagonal looking for a taxi, and soon found myself in your street, I still had to wait a few minutes until I saw her appear, she was beautiful, a mixture of feelings coming up my esophagus and gall the mingled admiration and jealousy, the most beautiful blue and green with envy, eventually became an emerald blue, tall, dark, lank hair, elegant and above all very exotic, I knew you'd go crazy.
I asked him the keys to the doorman, was new, I thanked him, I avoided social routines which at that time I did not feel capable and in the elevator I told the friend what he alleged, he understood the situation perfectly, I used to imagine that while all trances not forget to be primarily women.
At the door, a quick exchange of glances, a smile and a nervous pull my skirt accommodating the prejudices and pride.
I called, his voice sounded strange to me that increased my uncertainty, directly to your bedroom, and even without seeing the darkness you almost let out a:
- I asked for a gift, a thoughtful gift special now I'm not sure why but I know I need.
With a gesture I invited her to spend, now you see, my eyes recognized each highlight of this room, den of the passions, the friend came, and your eyes turned our first leering night, we looked stunned, but we do not think too much, that was always your problem, and about you, your mouth was my hostage, I kissed a thousand times, a hundred thousand, a million, trillion, I realized the thirsty I was, my fingers looked anchored in your hands above your head, aprisionándote could not stop shaking, I was angry, with the fury of which want and should not, almost forgotten until its shadow overlapped with ours on the wall, shadow puppets to three bands I eroticized, which announced me as the friend coming from other seas pirate approached my boat and clinging to the figurehead, hoisted to the top the pirate flag.
wanted to see you, and I retired to a corner of the bed, while looking at you, I undressed, I wanted to do it slowly, but my hands sought my skin quickly, feverish, I masturbated next to you who sixty-nine perfect evolved into seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two ...., did the eighties Ninety .... ,.... the hundred, magic number, 1 0 0 three digits without joints were assembled, you, me and her.
already over and I could not let you ate my pussy, I think you do not even realize it, you were ecstatic, I closed my eyes and suddenly feel your tongue was on my tits, is your language ? Sometimes you some snake but I doubt you are able to get there, I opened my eyes and it was she who sucked, sucked, and I realized how I liked it, I closed my eyes again to the door walled up with them to conscience and I left to do, that pleasure, two languages \u200b\u200bfor me, a new first experience with you.
Face to face, the friend and I about your body, we were slipping wheel where our flows freely, I ran into it and I felt that you did in me, the breath of your sighs of pain and pleasure in my cunt and your tongue without rhythm I started a long breath to empty my bowels and everything went back up, again and again the water from the well of our bodies turned to each other and to other and the other once again in the reflection of the moon that loomed as the quartet curious looking ...................
"Uh viatgers senyors arrivant a l'estació destinació termini Alacant, Renfe desitgem els that .....................", a voice calling me, train speakers drove me back to my reality , disoriented, I looked out the window, the red bridge at the entrance to Alicante, I announced that I came home, but it was smiling in the background was the sea, surely there would always be a boat anchor that would cause an "deja vu" when they seek to feel again.
Photo Emil Schildt Pascal Renoux and "Machine Infernale" by Jean Jacques André
