-I don't have very clear if what you write is fiction or reality...
-Everything I write is false. And everything is true. And in any case, a gentleman has no memory.
Between stories, chats, and private messages, confidences began to be generated. To like each other. To desire each other. He, of course, had run into an intelligent girl. He knew it from the first moment because he was used to seeing girls and boys who would get off or ask to bang. She didn't. She had correct spelling and just syntax. But also, she knew how to play at escaping, hiding, responding with wit. Provoking him to the point of paroxysm. Playing with the limits of language and fantasy.
But the photo exchanges arrived, and he got lost there.
It's that besides being intelligent, she was precious. And feared that when seeing him, he would run away. But that didn't happen. They kept giving each other pieces to assemble a puzzle, and the beginning of the end was approaching. Or the end of the prologue, because all the procession would come to an end, to move on to another stage.
It was the day she sent him a photo of her mouth. And of her neck. And even though he had been left dazed by her lips and the dimples forming with her ironic smile, he joked that he really liked the scarf around her neck. She didn't let herself be intimidated and sent another identical photo, but with her tongue out. When he saw it, he shuddered thinking about her inside his mouth, but didn't show vulnerability, and told her he loved the combination of turquoise blue and emerald green, pretending to be distracted but also showing himself as a sensitive man who knows more colors than red, blue, and yellow.
-Why do you like my handkerchief so much? - she asked intrigued
-Because I see it smooth, of those that in your dolls wouldn't hurt you.
She understood everything. She knew he desired her carnally, but curiosity! Well, it's known that curiosity is not good advice. The next question had an implicit answer, but no one, neither she nor he, could know what would happen a few decades of minutes later.
Would you dare?
-All you have to tell me is where I should look for you and show you.
-...
I loved your silence, which means you're thinking. I have the whole morning free and can go pick you up wherever you are.
She no hesitated anymore. She told him she would be at a bar on a corner of a southern suburb in the Buenos Aires conurbation, and he said he'd be there in an hour. And he kept his word. They looked at each other with that unique gaze that happens rarely. A sweet, curious, killing, hungry gaze. With the joy of meeting, with the desire to already be somewhere else. He didn't sit down. He gave her a kiss on the corner of her lips. He called the waiter and made signs for him to bring the bill. He paid and she followed him without words. They got into the car and hid in a hotel accommodation. And when they closed the room door, they looked at each other's eyes and kissed as if it had been weeks since they wanted to do so.
Both of them took care of undressing the other, exploring him with their hands, recognizing each other... until he picked up the blue and green silk handkerchief that had been left on the floor, and looked at her fixedly, seeking her approval. And in her gaze, he found no rejection, nor any fear... so he laid her down on the bed and raised his arms. He spun the handkerchief around like he knew how to do it and adjusted the ends to the bed's railing.
She was immobilized and let herself be done. He took a few seconds to contemplate the body of the woman he desired. And he touched her belly with his finger tips, and she shuddered as if electricity had passed through her.
He didn't touch her until after kissing her deeply, to instill confidence... his kiss was descending down her neck, and lingered on her breasts. Her nipples hardened, and her body made contortions of pleasure. He stopped his tongue in her belly, while with both hands caressing the thighs of the beautiful and enigmatic woman. Until finally he started rubbing her clitoris with his tongue, making small circles around it. She received her first orgasm in her mouth, like a prelude to the next ones, which she would receive in her hands.
Until he decided to unleash it. And a glass of water reached him. And he sat on the edge of the bed, and she launched herself at him, and rode him until they felt fused in each other's body: her tongue in his mouth, her cock invading her entirely, his hands rubbing her ass, caressing her buttocks, taking advantage of the lubrications to penetrate her butt. Every centimeter of skin on the other person's skin, every millimeter provoking waves of pleasure. Everything becomes uncontainable and a final orgasm from her, and his first one, in sync, as if directed by an orchestra conductor, collapsing them onto the bed.
When they recovered their breath, they looked at each other and smiled.
Tomorrow you'll know what's true and what's fantasy about my stories.
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Alguien escribe un relato, e insipira. Otros están inspirados y hacen un post con fotos que invitan a la fantasía... y así el mundo se convierte en un lugar más lindo y sensual!
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