Sunday night; loneliness and rain. It's midnight, I'm left alone in front of the PC, sitting in the lotus position, bare

Sunday night; loneliness and rain. It's midnight, I'm left alone in front of the PC, sitting in the lotus position, barefoot. and as the only outfit, blue satin pajamas, which slide, producing tickling my bare skin. He doesn't arrive. I wait for it as if my life depended on its arrival. As the minutes pass, reality tells me that he won't come. I hope. Old movies, crosswords, chat...the usual: age...condition civil...where are you from...do you have MSN...what are you wearing...measurements...do you have a cam. ...do you want to see me?...etc., etc., etc., I feel like a bull on display. It's already three in the morning...he's not coming. The memory of him, the pajamas and the rain are addicting my body. Salvation comes from the hand of a man from Mar del Plata... a children's teacher specials...we talked about it (he claims to be romantic). He writes me a poem (very bad), with erotic pretensions, but he gets cold feet (I have fun)...poor!!! He writes me a poem for my birthday (worse than the poem), I feel bad I swallow watching the satellite images of the storm over my city. Four thirty, he won't be coming, I say goodbye to the pseudo-romantic-poet and I'm going to sleep. It rains in torrents, I hug the pillow and the night does the rest... Nine thirty, the phone rings, I wake up instantly. I stay in bed and, like bursts, images of a dream come to my mind that startle: a chair...a naked torso...my restless hands searching for their sex...the darkness of a room -my body gets excited- and that's when I realize the feeling of his flesh occupying my space. I try and can't remember that dream - I curse my memory - and head to the bathroom. The sensation persists, it is like an anchor stuck in my port, I get into the shower...the water is cold...it doesn't matter -I think-, it will clear my mind...and I close the eyes I hug my breasts and raise them to the water, a fateful mistake...the cold of the water and the heat of my skin cause bursts of humidity in the warm and burning of my privacy. I sense his presence...I have no choice but to hug him and feel him tremble. On my face I feel his breath that burns... I immerse myself in his mouth, eager for desires...with strong, powerful, intense kisses I feel like he wants me so much that I can't is going to stop until it makes me easy prey for its most hidden instincts...those that They unleash all my dormant passions. I feel the sweat that runs through the softness of his skin...and I die of thirst. I feel the pleasure and the moans that he extracts from me with his fingers when they delve into what hidden from my being...when they arrive and stay...when they leave and return, causing me spasms of joy. My hands get lost in his body, they go crazy with the pronunciation of his words. curves. Leave my mouth to navigate my body, my naked skin...discover my sensitivity...his lips devour me without stopping or mercy...his hot tongue discovers my appetite for him, in a wild coming and going...from top to bottom...for the dark corners of my desires. He rises and hugs me, and with such passion that tears the soul, lifts me on his belly and sits on a bench. He kisses me madly...he dresses me with his skin...I learn from his madness. His sex is rigid, his humidity is mine, and he loses himself in me...he tortures me with his power...and it is forever embedded in my darkest delusions. Waves of moans and pleasure escape my mouth...grunts of passion...I feel die of anxiety in his arms. His hands, arms and legs tangled in my body shake my instincts at every turn. lunge...and I ride with abandon in pursuit of victory. I was so immersed, so deep in me, that just remembering, I must bite my teeth. lips so as not to let out a moan of desire. Satiety comes with panting, rhythmic movements, spasms, hot explosions that burned the inside of my hell, molten flesh in a perfect and infinite union...in the same breath...in the same heartbeat...in the sordidness of a scream... And the calm...the peace...on my lips the taste of your body...kisses soft...tender...warm caresses... The sensation of his presence is still stuck in me, like a red-hot spear fire. I know I didn't dream it. This morning he walked in me body.