A warm night, born from a hot day, from the second half of the 90s, when I arrived home with new toys for my three sons and an old excuse for my wife in the car.
After a frugal dinner, showered, electric shaver with batteries in the suitcase, dressed in usual clothes for occasions where I had work outside normal hours - to avoid suspicions - and an expression of sacrifice, I left to meet Erika.
Erika had a determined air and uncommon beauty.
From good sources, I knew that not a few young men had suffered for her favors and suffered from her rejections and whims, which she inherited the mother's ways, the father's tastes, and after upsetting lawyers, doctors, politicians, ended up succumbing to an individual who stood out among his fellow citizens due to his birth and possessions: a VIP husband who gave her a life of mild and comfortable but in the time when my work made me alternate with her (I had been assigned to a project for her husband's company, a project for which I worked at the engineering company that employed me), her ardent desires were with actions, if not frozen, monotonous.
After some months - multiple professional encounters, soundings, and suggestions to induce her to play with new cards, she broke the routine, supposedly years of indecision, and took a taxi for an adventure, around the same hour I left in my car. She brought a new perfume for me, an old hope, and recent excitement for herself. Bathed, depilated, and wearing suggestive intimate clothing - to awaken desire - , she put on a convenient expression of indifference - you never know - that did not correspond with the thrill of the forbidden or the boldness of diving into the unknown with a man (me), not badly positioned, who lost much in social and economic level compared to the husband but excelled in attitude, style, and Treats and conversation topics, sometimes sprinkled with delicate indecencies and subtle vulgarity.
I left my car at a nearby beach near my office – you never know.
Before handing over the key, I checked my beard and hairstyle in the rearview mirror. Then I took a taxi to the corner bar of Corrientes and Callao (now extinct).
The program for that day was the usual for encounters like this, except for the company: a VIP woman with a VIP husband, probably missing something from the previous companions. Who knows if she wouldn't mix French into her moans...
The encounter began with complicit smiles and two cheek kisses:
-You're splendid, radiant!–
-Very kind, thank you for your kindness.
-I'm being serious.
-Tell all the ones you bring here that you'll say the same thing to them.
-You're the first one.
-I don't believe it.
......-
Do you want to order now?
We talked about trivialities, current events, and the beauty, elegance, and charm of my company for that night, me. She spoke about the pleasantness of the place, some of her feelings, annoyances, dreams, and new personal projects.
The silence after drinks left us motionless, looking at each other. The aroma of exacerbated bodies, accumulated excitement, and opposing forces' tensions floated in the air, needing an escape route. When I felt a suggestive touch from a little foot under the table, I half-rose and we kissed for the first time.
I sensed it was time to make things concrete.
She felt it was time to talk and said she was looking for new, unexplored emotions, wanted to fly, be someone else, and at the same time, be herself:
-Do you understand me?
I had my doubts but didn't express them. I'd see what to do:
-Course I do! The place I told you about is nearby, we can go in the same taxi, no one will see us.
-I want to experience with you the charm of “Green Fairy”. With the inspiration of the Green Fairy we will travel to an unknown dimension. I'm bringing a little bottle from my bag. Ready to take it with the right proportion of water and sugar. It's not the same as preparing it on the spot, but it'll do. -
I couldn't have imagined it any other way, I thought, she's a chic woman and has rare, extravagant fantasies.
I remembered that wormwood is also known as Green Fairy (la fée verte) due to its supposed hallucinogenic effect. Charles Baudelaire, Vincent Van Gogh (who allegedly lost his ear under its effects), Oscar Wilde, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Edgar Allan Poe, among many others, were adepts of the Green Fairy.
It was banned at the beginning of the 20th century almost everywhere in the world. Over time and rigorous studies, it was proven that, except for high alcohol content, it has no harmful properties.
A halo or belief surrounds this elixir. It is believed to hallucinate, seduce, and make one vehemently desire it. At the beginning of the 2000s, it was included in a movie (Alfie) where the protagonist (Susan Sarandon) drinks wormwood with the recommended rite (wormwood + perforated spoon with sugar lump + water) with her partner and then they have an alucinatory love.
In my living room's modular cabinet, I had a Mari Mayans bottle (which I brought from Spain, I don't know when. I think it was never banned in the peninsula.) almost unused (I only used it in a couple of intimate sessions at home without anything to remark).
-Well, shall we?–
I paid the bill and we left to find Hotel Los Pinos on Independencia Avenue 1300.
In the room, we resumed our conversation, barely hinted at in the bar, and our hands began to explore each other's bodies with increasingly bold caresses that, despite the clothes in between, managed to consume a good handful of ardent minutes.
It was then necessary to remove our clothing. I pretended to start undoing buttons and closures. -Give me a second – she replied, separating herself from me by pushing my chest with her hands. I sensed mischief in Erika's gaze. I didn't catch on to why until she went where I had left her purse, took out a tiny bottle with greenish clear content, unscrewed the cap and brought it to her mouth. She came back to me, pressed her lips to mine and poured the contents of her mouth into my mouth in a kiss. I swallowed the dose and the surprise.
She took my right hand and led it under her skirt to her pubic area, protected only by her underwear – something more than wet, less than soaked – and let it go (I would have trouble pulling it back). Then she went looking for my erect and throbbing groin.
It was get to the point and get down to business. A few seconds later we were two craters about to spew lava.
What happened from that moment on and for the rest of the hotel's shift was giving in to passions, surrendering to the exaltation of the senses, almost without moderation.
I can't guarantee if there were any unexplored emotions between us. The ones I enjoyed were superlative to alucinantes, including the excellent Singapore Kiss she mastered and, as far as I could tell from Erika (in her dilated pupils I read a wild desire that consumed her, her gasps echoed off the room's walls, her hips moved urgently, her tongue struggled to join mine in an erotic animal dance, her clitoris pulsed frenetically stimulated by caresses...), she enjoyed ripples of pleasure that seemed to threaten to leave her unconscious.
There was profusion of orgasms from her and abundant ejaculations from my part, deep within her intimacy.
However, when we were leaving, we agreed that we owed ourselves at least a reply. We left the hotel in the same taxi that, after dropping me off at the parking lot where I had parked the car, He continued my journey to my apartment. Upon entering the bedroom, after a new thorough body hygiene and brushing teeth for more than three minutes recommended, and rinsing with mouthwash - to prevent the remote possibility of detection of revealing odors - I found my wife, illuminated by the faint light of the nightstand lamp that I had forgotten to turn off, deeply asleep, with a pleasant expression on her face, relaxed due to the coolness of the night, with her body resting on her back, her legs in a V shape and one of her hands placed near her pubis. The scene extinguished my fatigue and ignited desire. It was the first time that, after a sexual piracy act, I experienced my wife at this level, the claims, the howls of the genitals... Suddenly, the Spanish anise liqueur appeared in the modular and Erika's clever and cunning artifice in the hotel. Seconds later, armed with a spoon, I poured a small amount of the emerald liquid over a sugar cube to lower the high alcohol content and returned to the bedroom. I woke Mariela up with caresses, kisses, and undressing her from her intimate garment, sipped a minimal dose of anise and positioned my body on hers obediently. She, almost asleep, accepted the minimum doses that my mouth - out of fear of choking her - was pouring into hers and the urgent and palpitating member. She fulfilled her conjugal role cooperatively, initially with enthusiasm, intensity, and frenzy, successively, when she became aware. With rhythmic movements, her mouth gently biting me and emitting sighs and moans; her nails digging into my back at each thrust of my member. We remained entwined, delighting in each other, devouring each other mutually, until I felt my semen rising to the head like taking off, something that imposed a frenzied rhythm on the in-and-out motion of the cock, which subsided after the fluid that had risen descended precipitously and flooded The cave of Mariela, who, with a deep previous sigh, exteriorized her orgasm, scratching my back and moving frenetically her pelvis. Recovered, after the epilogue, the normal heart rate, she sighed, pseudo complaints for having interrupted her sleep. Then she wanted to know: -What was it that you had in your mouth when you started kissing me? It was sweet and intoxicating. A liquor... and you don't drink wine or liquors, as far as I know. Where did you get it from? - -It was the green fairy. It comes from the modular compartment of the living room. Did you see how good it is? You felt it and savored it and woke up! And, in addition, re-cuddly. - -What I felt inside and cleared my mind was something else, damn it!!! What a fairy or witch!!!... Your cock like iron! ... What do you think that is the green fairy?- -The wormwood we have in the little bar of the modular. – -Ahah, now I get it! Now I understand, it's that emerald-colored little bottle you brought from Madrid. I had forgotten about her. What did you take out to dust her off, today and at this hour? - -I'll tell you what came to mind when I arrived and saw you like Venus Naked in Giorgione's painting, with a hand on the flower of life. I wanted to wake you up and crazy... – -What a crazy thing!- -It's time for us to sleep. – And there are those who say that years of cohabitation bring, inevitably, boredom. In our case, the years of cohabitation, despite certain heavy but bearable routine, continued to be highly pleasant and ardent, at that time and subsequently. Perhaps it contributed to having dared, from time to time, to subtle indecencies, passions and/or furtive loves. It is proven, without a doubt, that wormwood is not hallucinogenic nor aphrodisiac but... my adherence to the scientific method wavers when I remember that extraordinary night of the 90s. I am invaded by the suspicion that yes, with this elixir, one's natural inclination and body to join another person and body and become both a whole during a captivating interval known for a while, but always renewed, gratifying and, inevitably, always too brief. (and sometimes at odds with morality and good customs that every human, supposedly, should profess and does not always do. Fortunately)
It's only for an instant, then I dismiss the idea, faced with precise and objective evidence from science.
The green absinthe bottle got lost, along with two other liquor bottles in a domestic misfortune (clumsiness in cleaning the modular).
On some occasions, I surprised Mariela whispering on the phone (or, from a few years ago, on her cell phone or smiling openly in front of her laptop screen) and wondered: who is she talking to (chatting with) and why is she laughing so much.
Nothing to be surprised about: science established that mammals are quite at odds with fidelity - only 3% are monogamous - with primates (including humans and monkeys) leading the way.
I have no evidence, but before the accident in the modular's bathroom, I had the impression that the level of content in the little bottle had decreased.
Has Mariela also resorted to the green fairy, to sophisticate, refine some non sancta escapade??
After a frugal dinner, showered, electric shaver with batteries in the suitcase, dressed in usual clothes for occasions where I had work outside normal hours - to avoid suspicions - and an expression of sacrifice, I left to meet Erika.
Erika had a determined air and uncommon beauty.
From good sources, I knew that not a few young men had suffered for her favors and suffered from her rejections and whims, which she inherited the mother's ways, the father's tastes, and after upsetting lawyers, doctors, politicians, ended up succumbing to an individual who stood out among his fellow citizens due to his birth and possessions: a VIP husband who gave her a life of mild and comfortable but in the time when my work made me alternate with her (I had been assigned to a project for her husband's company, a project for which I worked at the engineering company that employed me), her ardent desires were with actions, if not frozen, monotonous.
After some months - multiple professional encounters, soundings, and suggestions to induce her to play with new cards, she broke the routine, supposedly years of indecision, and took a taxi for an adventure, around the same hour I left in my car. She brought a new perfume for me, an old hope, and recent excitement for herself. Bathed, depilated, and wearing suggestive intimate clothing - to awaken desire - , she put on a convenient expression of indifference - you never know - that did not correspond with the thrill of the forbidden or the boldness of diving into the unknown with a man (me), not badly positioned, who lost much in social and economic level compared to the husband but excelled in attitude, style, and Treats and conversation topics, sometimes sprinkled with delicate indecencies and subtle vulgarity.
I left my car at a nearby beach near my office – you never know.
Before handing over the key, I checked my beard and hairstyle in the rearview mirror. Then I took a taxi to the corner bar of Corrientes and Callao (now extinct).
The program for that day was the usual for encounters like this, except for the company: a VIP woman with a VIP husband, probably missing something from the previous companions. Who knows if she wouldn't mix French into her moans...
The encounter began with complicit smiles and two cheek kisses:
-You're splendid, radiant!–
-Very kind, thank you for your kindness.
-I'm being serious.
-Tell all the ones you bring here that you'll say the same thing to them.
-You're the first one.
-I don't believe it.
......-
Do you want to order now?
We talked about trivialities, current events, and the beauty, elegance, and charm of my company for that night, me. She spoke about the pleasantness of the place, some of her feelings, annoyances, dreams, and new personal projects.
The silence after drinks left us motionless, looking at each other. The aroma of exacerbated bodies, accumulated excitement, and opposing forces' tensions floated in the air, needing an escape route. When I felt a suggestive touch from a little foot under the table, I half-rose and we kissed for the first time.
I sensed it was time to make things concrete.
She felt it was time to talk and said she was looking for new, unexplored emotions, wanted to fly, be someone else, and at the same time, be herself:
-Do you understand me?
I had my doubts but didn't express them. I'd see what to do:
-Course I do! The place I told you about is nearby, we can go in the same taxi, no one will see us.
-I want to experience with you the charm of “Green Fairy”. With the inspiration of the Green Fairy we will travel to an unknown dimension. I'm bringing a little bottle from my bag. Ready to take it with the right proportion of water and sugar. It's not the same as preparing it on the spot, but it'll do. -
I couldn't have imagined it any other way, I thought, she's a chic woman and has rare, extravagant fantasies.
I remembered that wormwood is also known as Green Fairy (la fée verte) due to its supposed hallucinogenic effect. Charles Baudelaire, Vincent Van Gogh (who allegedly lost his ear under its effects), Oscar Wilde, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Edgar Allan Poe, among many others, were adepts of the Green Fairy.
It was banned at the beginning of the 20th century almost everywhere in the world. Over time and rigorous studies, it was proven that, except for high alcohol content, it has no harmful properties.
A halo or belief surrounds this elixir. It is believed to hallucinate, seduce, and make one vehemently desire it. At the beginning of the 2000s, it was included in a movie (Alfie) where the protagonist (Susan Sarandon) drinks wormwood with the recommended rite (wormwood + perforated spoon with sugar lump + water) with her partner and then they have an alucinatory love.
In my living room's modular cabinet, I had a Mari Mayans bottle (which I brought from Spain, I don't know when. I think it was never banned in the peninsula.) almost unused (I only used it in a couple of intimate sessions at home without anything to remark).
-Well, shall we?–
I paid the bill and we left to find Hotel Los Pinos on Independencia Avenue 1300.
In the room, we resumed our conversation, barely hinted at in the bar, and our hands began to explore each other's bodies with increasingly bold caresses that, despite the clothes in between, managed to consume a good handful of ardent minutes.
It was then necessary to remove our clothing. I pretended to start undoing buttons and closures. -Give me a second – she replied, separating herself from me by pushing my chest with her hands. I sensed mischief in Erika's gaze. I didn't catch on to why until she went where I had left her purse, took out a tiny bottle with greenish clear content, unscrewed the cap and brought it to her mouth. She came back to me, pressed her lips to mine and poured the contents of her mouth into my mouth in a kiss. I swallowed the dose and the surprise.
She took my right hand and led it under her skirt to her pubic area, protected only by her underwear – something more than wet, less than soaked – and let it go (I would have trouble pulling it back). Then she went looking for my erect and throbbing groin.
It was get to the point and get down to business. A few seconds later we were two craters about to spew lava.
What happened from that moment on and for the rest of the hotel's shift was giving in to passions, surrendering to the exaltation of the senses, almost without moderation.
I can't guarantee if there were any unexplored emotions between us. The ones I enjoyed were superlative to alucinantes, including the excellent Singapore Kiss she mastered and, as far as I could tell from Erika (in her dilated pupils I read a wild desire that consumed her, her gasps echoed off the room's walls, her hips moved urgently, her tongue struggled to join mine in an erotic animal dance, her clitoris pulsed frenetically stimulated by caresses...), she enjoyed ripples of pleasure that seemed to threaten to leave her unconscious.
There was profusion of orgasms from her and abundant ejaculations from my part, deep within her intimacy.
However, when we were leaving, we agreed that we owed ourselves at least a reply. We left the hotel in the same taxi that, after dropping me off at the parking lot where I had parked the car, He continued my journey to my apartment. Upon entering the bedroom, after a new thorough body hygiene and brushing teeth for more than three minutes recommended, and rinsing with mouthwash - to prevent the remote possibility of detection of revealing odors - I found my wife, illuminated by the faint light of the nightstand lamp that I had forgotten to turn off, deeply asleep, with a pleasant expression on her face, relaxed due to the coolness of the night, with her body resting on her back, her legs in a V shape and one of her hands placed near her pubis. The scene extinguished my fatigue and ignited desire. It was the first time that, after a sexual piracy act, I experienced my wife at this level, the claims, the howls of the genitals... Suddenly, the Spanish anise liqueur appeared in the modular and Erika's clever and cunning artifice in the hotel. Seconds later, armed with a spoon, I poured a small amount of the emerald liquid over a sugar cube to lower the high alcohol content and returned to the bedroom. I woke Mariela up with caresses, kisses, and undressing her from her intimate garment, sipped a minimal dose of anise and positioned my body on hers obediently. She, almost asleep, accepted the minimum doses that my mouth - out of fear of choking her - was pouring into hers and the urgent and palpitating member. She fulfilled her conjugal role cooperatively, initially with enthusiasm, intensity, and frenzy, successively, when she became aware. With rhythmic movements, her mouth gently biting me and emitting sighs and moans; her nails digging into my back at each thrust of my member. We remained entwined, delighting in each other, devouring each other mutually, until I felt my semen rising to the head like taking off, something that imposed a frenzied rhythm on the in-and-out motion of the cock, which subsided after the fluid that had risen descended precipitously and flooded The cave of Mariela, who, with a deep previous sigh, exteriorized her orgasm, scratching my back and moving frenetically her pelvis. Recovered, after the epilogue, the normal heart rate, she sighed, pseudo complaints for having interrupted her sleep. Then she wanted to know: -What was it that you had in your mouth when you started kissing me? It was sweet and intoxicating. A liquor... and you don't drink wine or liquors, as far as I know. Where did you get it from? - -It was the green fairy. It comes from the modular compartment of the living room. Did you see how good it is? You felt it and savored it and woke up! And, in addition, re-cuddly. - -What I felt inside and cleared my mind was something else, damn it!!! What a fairy or witch!!!... Your cock like iron! ... What do you think that is the green fairy?- -The wormwood we have in the little bar of the modular. – -Ahah, now I get it! Now I understand, it's that emerald-colored little bottle you brought from Madrid. I had forgotten about her. What did you take out to dust her off, today and at this hour? - -I'll tell you what came to mind when I arrived and saw you like Venus Naked in Giorgione's painting, with a hand on the flower of life. I wanted to wake you up and crazy... – -What a crazy thing!- -It's time for us to sleep. – And there are those who say that years of cohabitation bring, inevitably, boredom. In our case, the years of cohabitation, despite certain heavy but bearable routine, continued to be highly pleasant and ardent, at that time and subsequently. Perhaps it contributed to having dared, from time to time, to subtle indecencies, passions and/or furtive loves. It is proven, without a doubt, that wormwood is not hallucinogenic nor aphrodisiac but... my adherence to the scientific method wavers when I remember that extraordinary night of the 90s. I am invaded by the suspicion that yes, with this elixir, one's natural inclination and body to join another person and body and become both a whole during a captivating interval known for a while, but always renewed, gratifying and, inevitably, always too brief. (and sometimes at odds with morality and good customs that every human, supposedly, should profess and does not always do. Fortunately)
It's only for an instant, then I dismiss the idea, faced with precise and objective evidence from science.
The green absinthe bottle got lost, along with two other liquor bottles in a domestic misfortune (clumsiness in cleaning the modular).
On some occasions, I surprised Mariela whispering on the phone (or, from a few years ago, on her cell phone or smiling openly in front of her laptop screen) and wondered: who is she talking to (chatting with) and why is she laughing so much.
Nothing to be surprised about: science established that mammals are quite at odds with fidelity - only 3% are monogamous - with primates (including humans and monkeys) leading the way.
I have no evidence, but before the accident in the modular's bathroom, I had the impression that the level of content in the little bottle had decreased.
Has Mariela also resorted to the green fairy, to sophisticate, refine some non sancta escapade??
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