The following narrative is fictional, and it never occurred.September 2008. Ignacio Couselo disengaged from everything he had ever promised his parents. They were very disappointed, but they understood it until then. At that moment, he was 20 years old. He had decided to leave his university career at UBA and take a year off. Not only did he leave, but he also went to live alone in the countryside, far from the city, where an inhospitable landscape and a tranquil atmosphere worthy of mention reigned. No one accompanied him, except for one of his dogs, a Cane Corso, very adorable indeed. He spent his days outside, on the patio, with the dog by his side, reading books and swimming in the pool. He had a computer with internet connection that allowed him to communicate with his parents, as well as TV, but he didn't care about it. He preferred to roll around in the grass a thousand times rather than waste his time watching TV.
One Saturday, three of his friends surprise him by visiting. How did they know he wasn't there? The neighbor, who was a second cousin of one of them, told them. They had set up at a hotel in the town the night before and brought the asado, wine (naturally), cards, salt, tomatoes, potatoes, everything that makes for a lovely gathering. Why wasn't he there? He took the family pet out for a walk on the dirt paths filled with empty lots, almost near the town. It was a pleasant day: sunny with some clouds, but not hot. It was 11 am. They would arrive at 11:30, but he would return at noon. In those 30 minutes, they had to search hard for something that wouldn't disturb anything, make too much noise, and of course, give no signs of an attack, besides having to put the meat on the grill so it could take its traditional slow cooking process. When he returns, he feels a very strange sensation. Something's off, he says to himself. He opens the door and sees men's clothing that sounds familiar. very familiar. He goes to the bathroom and the three big guys prepare to leave from behind the couches. They scream surprise! and hug each other tightly, greet each other, and Ignacio gets a bit angry because they entered without his consent onto the property, but eating will get him mad. Animals of God are all, who didn't leave anything absolutely, not even bones for Pato, the dog. The 10 bottles of wine, 4 of beer, and 2 kilos of ice cream (one at noon and one at night) flew away. Their bellies got so big that they seemed pregnant, although one of them had been eating a lot lately. Even the trick cards flew away because they liked rubbing each other's defeats and lies in their faces. Most of the game was played almost drunk, and even the host was stumbling. By midnight, one of them had already recovered and offered to be the designated driver and take them to the hotel, but they left because Ignacio insisted several times that they should leave.
Ignacio: - Old man, it's 3 am. Please take me away from here. You guys are really wasted.
Gabriel: - Let's see who's more drunk!
Julián: - Gentlemen, relax. Let's be civilized. Give me a hug.
Ignacio: - I'll try. (shaking) Come here, damn it! (almost delirious)
The long-awaited hug is realized. Hernán, the sober one, takes hold of the two drunkards who shout incoherences and slowly introduces them into the car. Ignacio gets in, carrying the puppy in his hands at the same time as he watches them leave, trying to be careful not to drop him anywhere. He was aware of his mistakes but believed that as a young man, he should let himself go to have fun. He goes up to the room and falls asleep.
Sunday. The worst day for any person, but for him they were all the same if he didn't have to doing nothing. The fart knocked him out and he got up quickly from the bed when he saw the clock indicating 12 noon. He went down the stairs and petted the dog. He had to go to the village to buy food for the rest of the day, especially since he didn't feel like cooking much. He took the car keys and brought the dog with him. At the store, Doña Pepa gave him the last boxes of pasta she had left, and didn't charge him. Bring it back to me later, kid. Have a good day, she said. He ran out and started the car. He arrived, let the dog out, took the boxes, and went inside. He went to the kitchen, waited for the water to boil, put some of the contents from one of these boxes on his plate, and sat down at the table. He mixed it up and tasted a ravioli. They were ready. Before serving them, he let the dog out again so it could go under the tree and enjoy the shade. He ate in silence, feeling guilty for eating so much. That's why he drank juice, and while chewing, he glanced at his friend who was lying down. He picked up his plate, utensils, bowl, and washed everything. He didn't want to disturb him and went back upstairs. He wasn't fully recovered yet and wanted to see if he would feel better soon. He fell asleep again, and two hours passed until he woke up startled. The dog was barking and he rushed downstairs to see what was happening. A strange car had stopped on the quiet road, and he couldn't make out who it belonged to. The sun's rays were strong and he was standing in the gallery. The fact that he had just woken up altered his vision. A young girl got out of this car and asked if she could help him. He told her he knew nothing about mechanics but would be helpful and see what he could do. They concluded: two flat tires. She didn't have any spares, and they would have to wait until the next day to go to the village and get new ones. They started a long conversation in which they revealed some of the things that characterize them. Her name was Clara Felgueiras, she came from the Capital and never clarified where she was going (why should he do it if he doesn't know?) towards which direction she was heading. To summarize in brief lines, he said he worked for a couple of years as a model (it showed, she was very beautiful, 1.75 cm), and wanted to study a career that would allow him to leave that competitive world that sometimes drags people who are inside it down. Ignacio fell in love with her practically when the conversation started. He kept his distance because he is quiet and shy, but knows how to listen. He proposed that on the eve of the next day, she could stay at the house and he would give her the guest room to rest. In her mind, there was a certain distrust, perhaps it wouldn't be a very close person, but she didn't know where she was. She accepted, and they had dinner with the leftover ravioli from the box that hadn't been eaten in the afternoon. She constantly praised the beauty of the house, which was a good place to rest, and hugged Pato without fear, almost as if he were hers. At midnight Ignacio was asleep, with his neurons all mixed up, but it wasn't because of alcohol consumption. It was what he felt for Clara. In less than a day he already felt something for her, and if he wanted to forget her, he would have to get away from her more, which was practically impossible since there were only two living (temporarily) in the house. He remembered that Monday was coming, and with the tires repaired, she would continue on her way and he wouldn't see her again. Only that would save his sanity.
Monday. 9 am. Thanks to some tranquilizers, Ignacio managed to sleep. He got dressed and went down. He had to be respectful of the guest and prepare breakfast for her. Before reaching the kitchen, he saw her from the hallway and almost burst with excitement. Why? She was smoking a cigarette, standing up, leaning on the counter, but there was something very strange. Her curves, her white skin, her chestnut hair down to her hips were totally visible. She had a body of a goddess, not just her face was beautiful, like a person in human condition, also. He tries to leave running, but she already knew he was watching her. He calls and says:
Clara: - You! Come here! I saw you... (making herself angry)
Ignacio: - I swear I didn't see anything.
Clara: - What do you mean you didn't see anything? You saw me from top to bottom. Don't be stupid, want you?
Ignacio: - I saw you for a second and then I wanted to get out of here.
Clara: - Did you want to leave? Don't be ridiculous. You can't disrespect me.
Ignacio: - I never wanted to disrespect you. I'm someone who respects others.
Clara: - Then, if you say you respect people so much, tell me that's fine, not that you wanted to get out of here.
Ignacio: - Why don't you want to cover yourself?
Clara: - What do you mean by cover myself?
Ignacio: - Why aren't you dressed?
Clara: - Because I don't want to. Besides, I was alone before you appeared. I was very comfortable smoking like I came into this world. I don't wear pajamas to sleep, that's why I'm like this.
Ignacio: - I'll make breakfast.
Clara: - Now I'm coming back. You're the reason I have to get dressed.
Ignacio prepares the toast and coffee. While waiting for everything to be ready, he sits down at the table and crosses his hands over his nerves. Maybe I did something wrong, he thought. I want to go back to Buenos Aires, I can't take this situation anymore, he continued thinking. Clara didn't come down again, and it was almost 10 am. She had gone up almost an hour ago and the toast was cold.
Clara: - Ignacio, get up right now! (furious)
Ignacio: - What's going on now?
Clara: - How what's going on? Come here, urgent. (she keeps shouting)
He goes up the stairs to try to find out why the girl is upset. Before he can say a word, she interrupts him, kissing him intensely.
Clara: - Do you know what happened? I realized that I like you very much and there was only one way to bring you to my feet. I noticed you're attractive and what I did was risky, but it's given fruit, isn't it? (she hits him)
Ignacio: - It hurts... Yes, ma'am. (timidly)
Clara: - I used an arm that I never used in my life. You're losing yourself, you You lost in me.
Ignacio: - Yes, I got lost.
Clara: - You have a one-way ticket. (smiling perversely while caressing his red apple cheek)
Clara had never gotten dressed. And that breakfast the host had prepared was going to be obsolete. In less than 15 seconds, they were both naked. She had lost her mind and needed him to suffer a little for her own entertainment. She needs to keep attacking him verbally and physically, and he opposes but doesn't defend himself. He has no way out, like they told him a moment ago. Either he makes love with her or makes love with her. Their lips constantly touch almost without separating. Clara only removes them to continue attacking his masculinity, and for him to be what he should be. She has the ideal character to turn him into an inferior because he is a man. He will have to obey her, hug her, and caress her, as well as do whatever it takes for her to reach orgasm; he won't be allowed until she authorizes it.
After consummating the sexual act and having three orgasms, she lets him cum, and he thanks her on his knees, repressing his voice, since the delay of the fluid's expulsion was torturing him internally. He goes to the bathroom and releases it there.
After a whole afternoon in bed and with the little strength he had left, he takes her to town to buy new tires. They return, put them on, and test them. They say goodbye with a kiss, and she decides to go back to Buenos Aires. She doesn't have time to go to the place she had planned before getting on the bus. Before getting off, she takes his face strongly, like a lascivious threat, but it had excited him too much: You're going to keep belonging to me, and I'm going to keep being your owner.
One Saturday, three of his friends surprise him by visiting. How did they know he wasn't there? The neighbor, who was a second cousin of one of them, told them. They had set up at a hotel in the town the night before and brought the asado, wine (naturally), cards, salt, tomatoes, potatoes, everything that makes for a lovely gathering. Why wasn't he there? He took the family pet out for a walk on the dirt paths filled with empty lots, almost near the town. It was a pleasant day: sunny with some clouds, but not hot. It was 11 am. They would arrive at 11:30, but he would return at noon. In those 30 minutes, they had to search hard for something that wouldn't disturb anything, make too much noise, and of course, give no signs of an attack, besides having to put the meat on the grill so it could take its traditional slow cooking process. When he returns, he feels a very strange sensation. Something's off, he says to himself. He opens the door and sees men's clothing that sounds familiar. very familiar. He goes to the bathroom and the three big guys prepare to leave from behind the couches. They scream surprise! and hug each other tightly, greet each other, and Ignacio gets a bit angry because they entered without his consent onto the property, but eating will get him mad. Animals of God are all, who didn't leave anything absolutely, not even bones for Pato, the dog. The 10 bottles of wine, 4 of beer, and 2 kilos of ice cream (one at noon and one at night) flew away. Their bellies got so big that they seemed pregnant, although one of them had been eating a lot lately. Even the trick cards flew away because they liked rubbing each other's defeats and lies in their faces. Most of the game was played almost drunk, and even the host was stumbling. By midnight, one of them had already recovered and offered to be the designated driver and take them to the hotel, but they left because Ignacio insisted several times that they should leave.
Ignacio: - Old man, it's 3 am. Please take me away from here. You guys are really wasted.
Gabriel: - Let's see who's more drunk!
Julián: - Gentlemen, relax. Let's be civilized. Give me a hug.
Ignacio: - I'll try. (shaking) Come here, damn it! (almost delirious)
The long-awaited hug is realized. Hernán, the sober one, takes hold of the two drunkards who shout incoherences and slowly introduces them into the car. Ignacio gets in, carrying the puppy in his hands at the same time as he watches them leave, trying to be careful not to drop him anywhere. He was aware of his mistakes but believed that as a young man, he should let himself go to have fun. He goes up to the room and falls asleep.
Sunday. The worst day for any person, but for him they were all the same if he didn't have to doing nothing. The fart knocked him out and he got up quickly from the bed when he saw the clock indicating 12 noon. He went down the stairs and petted the dog. He had to go to the village to buy food for the rest of the day, especially since he didn't feel like cooking much. He took the car keys and brought the dog with him. At the store, Doña Pepa gave him the last boxes of pasta she had left, and didn't charge him. Bring it back to me later, kid. Have a good day, she said. He ran out and started the car. He arrived, let the dog out, took the boxes, and went inside. He went to the kitchen, waited for the water to boil, put some of the contents from one of these boxes on his plate, and sat down at the table. He mixed it up and tasted a ravioli. They were ready. Before serving them, he let the dog out again so it could go under the tree and enjoy the shade. He ate in silence, feeling guilty for eating so much. That's why he drank juice, and while chewing, he glanced at his friend who was lying down. He picked up his plate, utensils, bowl, and washed everything. He didn't want to disturb him and went back upstairs. He wasn't fully recovered yet and wanted to see if he would feel better soon. He fell asleep again, and two hours passed until he woke up startled. The dog was barking and he rushed downstairs to see what was happening. A strange car had stopped on the quiet road, and he couldn't make out who it belonged to. The sun's rays were strong and he was standing in the gallery. The fact that he had just woken up altered his vision. A young girl got out of this car and asked if she could help him. He told her he knew nothing about mechanics but would be helpful and see what he could do. They concluded: two flat tires. She didn't have any spares, and they would have to wait until the next day to go to the village and get new ones. They started a long conversation in which they revealed some of the things that characterize them. Her name was Clara Felgueiras, she came from the Capital and never clarified where she was going (why should he do it if he doesn't know?) towards which direction she was heading. To summarize in brief lines, he said he worked for a couple of years as a model (it showed, she was very beautiful, 1.75 cm), and wanted to study a career that would allow him to leave that competitive world that sometimes drags people who are inside it down. Ignacio fell in love with her practically when the conversation started. He kept his distance because he is quiet and shy, but knows how to listen. He proposed that on the eve of the next day, she could stay at the house and he would give her the guest room to rest. In her mind, there was a certain distrust, perhaps it wouldn't be a very close person, but she didn't know where she was. She accepted, and they had dinner with the leftover ravioli from the box that hadn't been eaten in the afternoon. She constantly praised the beauty of the house, which was a good place to rest, and hugged Pato without fear, almost as if he were hers. At midnight Ignacio was asleep, with his neurons all mixed up, but it wasn't because of alcohol consumption. It was what he felt for Clara. In less than a day he already felt something for her, and if he wanted to forget her, he would have to get away from her more, which was practically impossible since there were only two living (temporarily) in the house. He remembered that Monday was coming, and with the tires repaired, she would continue on her way and he wouldn't see her again. Only that would save his sanity.
Monday. 9 am. Thanks to some tranquilizers, Ignacio managed to sleep. He got dressed and went down. He had to be respectful of the guest and prepare breakfast for her. Before reaching the kitchen, he saw her from the hallway and almost burst with excitement. Why? She was smoking a cigarette, standing up, leaning on the counter, but there was something very strange. Her curves, her white skin, her chestnut hair down to her hips were totally visible. She had a body of a goddess, not just her face was beautiful, like a person in human condition, also. He tries to leave running, but she already knew he was watching her. He calls and says:
Clara: - You! Come here! I saw you... (making herself angry)
Ignacio: - I swear I didn't see anything.
Clara: - What do you mean you didn't see anything? You saw me from top to bottom. Don't be stupid, want you?
Ignacio: - I saw you for a second and then I wanted to get out of here.
Clara: - Did you want to leave? Don't be ridiculous. You can't disrespect me.
Ignacio: - I never wanted to disrespect you. I'm someone who respects others.
Clara: - Then, if you say you respect people so much, tell me that's fine, not that you wanted to get out of here.
Ignacio: - Why don't you want to cover yourself?
Clara: - What do you mean by cover myself?
Ignacio: - Why aren't you dressed?
Clara: - Because I don't want to. Besides, I was alone before you appeared. I was very comfortable smoking like I came into this world. I don't wear pajamas to sleep, that's why I'm like this.
Ignacio: - I'll make breakfast.
Clara: - Now I'm coming back. You're the reason I have to get dressed.
Ignacio prepares the toast and coffee. While waiting for everything to be ready, he sits down at the table and crosses his hands over his nerves. Maybe I did something wrong, he thought. I want to go back to Buenos Aires, I can't take this situation anymore, he continued thinking. Clara didn't come down again, and it was almost 10 am. She had gone up almost an hour ago and the toast was cold.
Clara: - Ignacio, get up right now! (furious)
Ignacio: - What's going on now?
Clara: - How what's going on? Come here, urgent. (she keeps shouting)
He goes up the stairs to try to find out why the girl is upset. Before he can say a word, she interrupts him, kissing him intensely.
Clara: - Do you know what happened? I realized that I like you very much and there was only one way to bring you to my feet. I noticed you're attractive and what I did was risky, but it's given fruit, isn't it? (she hits him)
Ignacio: - It hurts... Yes, ma'am. (timidly)
Clara: - I used an arm that I never used in my life. You're losing yourself, you You lost in me.
Ignacio: - Yes, I got lost.
Clara: - You have a one-way ticket. (smiling perversely while caressing his red apple cheek)
Clara had never gotten dressed. And that breakfast the host had prepared was going to be obsolete. In less than 15 seconds, they were both naked. She had lost her mind and needed him to suffer a little for her own entertainment. She needs to keep attacking him verbally and physically, and he opposes but doesn't defend himself. He has no way out, like they told him a moment ago. Either he makes love with her or makes love with her. Their lips constantly touch almost without separating. Clara only removes them to continue attacking his masculinity, and for him to be what he should be. She has the ideal character to turn him into an inferior because he is a man. He will have to obey her, hug her, and caress her, as well as do whatever it takes for her to reach orgasm; he won't be allowed until she authorizes it.
After consummating the sexual act and having three orgasms, she lets him cum, and he thanks her on his knees, repressing his voice, since the delay of the fluid's expulsion was torturing him internally. He goes to the bathroom and releases it there.
After a whole afternoon in bed and with the little strength he had left, he takes her to town to buy new tires. They return, put them on, and test them. They say goodbye with a kiss, and she decides to go back to Buenos Aires. She doesn't have time to go to the place she had planned before getting on the bus. Before getting off, she takes his face strongly, like a lascivious threat, but it had excited him too much: You're going to keep belonging to me, and I'm going to keep being your owner.
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