The hands of the clock weighed down a perennial burden and every second creaked in my temple. Overwhelmed by the leaden

The hands of the clock weighed down a perennial burden and every second creaked in my temple. Overwhelmed by the leaden heat and exposed by the whiteness of the sun, he lay in the afternoon couch not knowing what to do in this new city with its new hours, their new solitudes. Once installed I didn't know what to do during the first afternoons. Made the purchase, arranged the procedures for all moving, walked and conceived this new nest, I had hours that were impossible to eliminate with mere reading, television; It was impossible to escape the boredom that, As time went by, I came to foresee and fear. And from my couch I thought it would be an afternoon like the others. The buttons on my laptop clicked under my fingerprints as my sleepy eyes ran sleepy readings. From the sofa I couldn't see a safe passage from reality, from the painful transhumance of hours if it were not for that chance find. My eyebrows rose when I found that page of erotic stories where members exhibited their fantasies and experiences. went up and I downloaded, clicked and marked the texts that, with a certain ecstasy, I began to read. devour between sips of coffee and sporadic escapades animated by the phone. As if a bell hung from my restlessness, I clicked above all on the most prohibitive or those that had to have attraction for sex as their content own and never foreign (or sporadic). Some experiences revealed my smile and amazement and others, honestly, scared me and forced me to abandon my thoughts. But if there was one that caught my attention it was that of a young man who loved vegetables. How curious, how original, could it be that exciting?, I questioned myself while, for the remaining hours, I closed the portable. Somewhat disturbed by reading, I began to tidy up my desk and wander around. the house with those thoughts. Thoughts that flashed even in the time to open the refrigerator when going for a drink of fresh water. My pupils They stuck them deep in the refrigerator where the vegetables were. With a childish fear and knowing that I was the only inhabitant of my apartment, I made a slight gesture as if he were just going to check that they were there. Were. I closed the door and returned to the living room. I doubted a thought. I returned to the threshold of the door the kitchen. I disappeared. I returned. I opened the door. The inner drawer rotated. I closed. AND I disappeared with that carrot stolen by morbidity in my bedroom. I was beginning to take slight steps towards carrying out a furtive reading and something morbid or, more than morbid, for the fact of wanting to check if it was true or not what was related by that young man. He looked at that carrot with doubts and fears that seemed absurd to me. But, don't you realize that no one can see? It's your house, dare, risk something as easy as this, he argued with me same. I dropped my shoes with resignation and stood on the edge of the bed. He belt lost its function and the pants dragged down my thighs to the floor. I undid each button on the shirt and with a soft flutter it fell onto the mattress. I grabbed the carrot and contemplated its physiognomy from the palm of my hand. hand. I knew then that a lubricant was necessary and that, if my memory does not I was failing, I didn't have one. With doubt on my back, I turned on the bathroom light to take control of some cream or lotion but there was barely anything left. Dejected, disillusioned, I began to dress again as I pondered the possibilities, the edge of excitement that he suffered for just a few minutes. I dragged my steps until the kitchen to make a coffee and spend the rest of the afternoon on my couch when, opening the pantry to take out the can of coffee, I contemplated a twist unexpected. Right next to the aroma I was looking for was that golden bottle and that, At that moment, it seemed to me to be a strange and majestic entity. I grabbed that one jar of honey and, without blinking, I closed the pantry and my doubts. I then went to bathroom where I had forgotten the carrot on the edge of the sink. I delegated the pot on the narrow edge that protruded from the mirror and on which he had the glass with the toothbrush and other hygiene items. With the slowness appropriately I began to get rid of my clothes, seeing how in the mirror illuminated by the light of the room I also undressed. Right there, in the mirror, I watched one of my arms disappear behind me. back and a hand slid along my contours and buttocks to the depths. I felt an index finger press on a spot on me. He pressed again and, with some effort, he began to delve inside me. With gentle movements rotating I noticed how my sex began to vibrate and rise gradually. He The mirror also saw it and a second hand landed on the edge of the sink. while the other appeared missing. I regained my composure altered and at the moment of unplugging, I noticed a slight humidity in my hole. I then took the orange pilaster of just a few centimeters and positioned it vertically in front of me and the mirror. The open honey pot then left drop a thick thread on it. I carefully tried to cover the spilled honey that It spread through both hands. I noticed the stickiness at all times and the aroma soft and sweet that that bottle exhaled. Decided, I took the lighting rod orange and watched it disappear in the mirror. I noticed a point above me rear hole. I swallowed. With slight rotating movements I began to notice how I agreed and a point inside me dilated. He kept piercing me and my lips They opened a little and my eyes dilated just as much, staring into those of the mirror. To the Wanting to support myself with my free hand, I noticed the stickiness on the cold ceramic. Scared and trying not to want to stain, I withdrew my hand and, sensing, began to put my sticky fingers in my mouth while with the other something followed me drilling. The mirror revealed someone who saw himself sucking on a sweet taste, licking his fingers, a stretched tongue protruding from his teeth and, with a rhythm on his hips, he began to suck and lick with greater intensity. Me The one in the mirror liked and liked seeing himself like that and the movements were increasing, accompanied with a pain and a rhythm that grew. From my mouth more and more half open it began to whine with greater intensity and my eyes They were disorbiting towards the ceiling. A drop on my thigh revealed another fact that I barely took it into account. I looked down and watched how between the two legs had formed small threads and how some drips had confirmed their existence on the ground. It was dripping with honey. I wanted to move, go back to the bedroom, take a short break and expand a towel but something was holding me back, chaining me to the sink. I slowed down a bit worried about the slavery in which I found myself for that object that possessed from my ass. I wanted to expel him and I delegated what I had penetrated until that the very tip of that devilish object refused to come out. my legs They turned and, barely moving, I looked for the ground I found. First on your knees and then on all fours. I don't know how or why I found that position but the I took without the thumb and index finger that kept the carrot half hidden between my buttocks they will complain. Then I pressed both fingers again to resume the movement and then I returned to ecstasy. As if he crossed an interior strip That vegetable pulled my neck and my half-open mouth sighed in surprise. With greater insistence it came and went with an atrocious rhythm, a frenzy never experienced. The clicking noise was present behind me. The Moisture had taken over my entire asshole and the noise was increasing. Dripping and it got louder and louder. My legs gave out again and I let myself fall. Stretched on the ground, sunken, I delegated my body to a lateral posture. The carrot stopped again for a moment where I took a breath. And then, as if someone fucked me from the side, that started piercing me with a unprecedented violence. Astonished by the rhythm and depth of my panting almost Turned into wheeze, I dilated my eyes. I was wondering what was happening. almost moaning lightly, with that fine and never heavy tone, he looked at an unknown point. I noticed how the joy rose through my sex until it almost exploded. Would I cum for him just by putting in a vegetable and some honey? It was something inexplicable, so inexplicable as if my eyes were buried and, my mouth half open, searching air, he let out that imposition that he never thought he would say even when he was alone. -'Fuck me,' I said. "Fuck me," I repeated again with the feeling of being stranded. in a space-time of pleasure. There, sunk on the cold bathroom tiles, I I was moving frantically, driven by an object that possessed me and It made you fade, forget, remember. I licked my lips, I silently repeated that imposition while he moaned lightly. I uninterruptedly maintained the direction and something crossed my sex, I was looking for a way out, ecstasy, the total eruption that surged and spilled between my closed thighs and the floor. Sweaty and mouth Asking for a blessing I half-opened my eyes. It stopped little by little and that, apparently inert, he uncorked from my butt, noticing a space in which inhabited the humidity of a pleasure supplied by time. With difficulty I took the position and became myself again in my own house. It experienced tried to forget it that same afternoon when it faded, giving way to the night. But it's still at my job, at the supermarket or right now, writing, where a bulge appears in my pants and I think of that carrot with honey flavor.