Alevosia

We'll have time for new candid, sensual, and entertaining stories. But today I want to stop on one that I want to tell, so all the doubts that can hover over me and my tastes are cleared up.
Although it sounds incredible, the story of the clandestine began in a music house and ended in a private apartment, furnished like a low-quality brothel.
But let's not rush. Let's talk about the album that caught my attention, by Luis Eduardo Aute. A cover in pale, gray tones. A naked girl, with her hands up high, as if she were tied. Small, firm breasts. No doubt, young ones. The attentive gaze, but mischievous. A Gioconda-like smile, which provokes more doubts than certainties. And a scorpion or some creature protruding, because it was painted blue. Maybe ready to attack the girl, ready to fall on her stomach. The album was called Alevosía, and I didn't hesitate to buy it.
Something had pricked me in the stomach. I put it at home to listen and confirmed that this album had a lot to tell me. It was a different production, dark. The song titles were catchy: Kisses like bullets, Soaking everything, and the one on the cover Cruelty, seemed to be talking to me, and something that was already buzzing in my head. And it said things like
More than love, what I feel for you.
It is the evil of the beast, not the stubbornness of the wild boar, nor the fury of the jackal...
It's the soul that sparks with a criminal instinct, it's loving until it hurts
Like a stab in the back
Ay, love. Ay, pain
I love you with guile...
The issue is quite explicit, but if anyone still had any doubts, the second part would come, even more direct:
I need to confuse your skin with the cold of metal
Or maybe with the cruel flash of a shard of crystal...
He played hard Luis Eduardo. At the limit. Cutting. Bleeding. Making bleed. A world was opening up before my eyes. Classes had started and I, internally, had taken the decision to be the most diligent student at the University of Domination and Submission.
I decided to go meet Docutie Sandra. Those who have heard of her already know what I'm talking about. If not, they can still search for her traces online.
To me, no one ever reached me with a man inside me. Not two either. Not a couple. Doctor Sandra was going to teach me some of the secrets that I still conserve today and that I put into practice.
And why not, also, those games that sometimes I like receiving them.
Very often.





Alevosia

7 comentários - Alevosia

El comienzo del camino múltiple al placer. Se presiente que habrá más cuentos como señales en las encrucijadas.
presiente bien...
¡viva la revolución!
Reivindico el espejismo
de intentar ser uno mismo,
ese viaje hacia la nada
que consiste en la certeza
de encontrar en tu mirada
la belleza…
no hablo de esa parte de su obra, precisamente...
@Clandestina70 lo tengo claro... aunque la revolución tambien será en las camas...
Espero siempre sus relatos con ansia, y siempre me dejan con ganas de más. Una virtud suya, sin dudas...
no solo se trata de conseguir satisfacción con mis relatos.. también un poquito de intriga... gracias como siempre!
Esos chispazos que encienden la oscuridad y descubren la punta del iceberg son contados de la mano. Es algo especial que movio una parte de nuestro interior hasta el momento dormida. +10!
cuando vuelva escribirlo, cuando esto forme parte de una historia más compleja, incorporaré todo lo que rodea a la "chispa", al momento iniciático y casi impeceptible...
Mmmmm siempre interesante, intensa, sensual, alevosa 😈
y todavia no sabe nada!
gracias por pasar y dejar su huella!
muy buen comienzo.... imposible dejar otro comentario, la intriga sigue plasmada en estos post!! muchisima cultura y sabiduria en este post!!!!
usted, rey... sabe cuando es el comienzo de algo...