KamilleGirard

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Passion between the Sabinas

Under the dimness of the room, their hands intertwined like two souls anxious to discover each other's universe.. Whispers of seduction painted the air as he drew imaginary lines on his back, revealing the secrets hidden in every fold of his being.. She, with her lips, weaves promises of fire into the skin of her lover. They slipped down the path of lust, exploring forbidden territories with the certainty that desire knows no borders.. Every caress was a poem, every kiss a stanza in the symphony of shared pleasure.. In the dance of their bodies, they discovered a unique language, a dialect of passion that only they understood.. Time was stretching, as if the universe were conspiring in her favor.. Every moment was eternal, every touch a chapter in the story they were writing with their bodies.. They plunged into the abyss of desire, where there was only them two, surrendered to the magic of unconditional love.. At last, when the last groan faded into silence, they were embraced, enveloped in the serenity that follows the storm.. In that room, steeped in whispers and promises, a pact of carnal love was sealed, a story that would continue to beat in the memories of two lovers who met in the dark of the night..

The beach escape👙🌴

Under the blazing sun on a Colombian beach, she emerged from the sea with salt on her skin. They met among palm trees and vallenata music, sharing laughter and suggestive looks. They decided to get away from the crowd and sought refuge in the shade of a palapa. With the sound of the sea in the background, their bodies drew closer with the urgency of desire. They kissed with saltpeter flavor, and their hands explored each other's warmth under the relentless sun.. The sand was an accomplice witness to their passionate encounter, a secret corner on the Caribbean coast.. Passion grew like a thermometer on a hot day. They gave themselves over to the swirling waves and the tropical heat, letting the searing atmosphere of the Colombian beach guide their ecstasy. When the sun reached its highest point, they found their own love refuge in the golden sand, a fleeting but eternal moment in the paradise corner that Colombia gave them..

"Zarathustra spoke many words to the people, saying: 'Joy and sorrow are not antagonists, but opposite poles dancing in the same being. As the flower opens to the sun and closes in the night, so your body must know joy and pain. Sensuality is a celebration of life, an expression of the will to power that flows through every fiber of your being. Do not be afraid of the dance of your instincts; Let them guide your being to wholeness'."

-I'm not going to lie.

"¡Write your body! I write the body, when I write, and I make decisions for my pleasures: I write in first woman. Writing: either myself or herself. And I or she says to herself: no more absences! The terms, the method, the hierarchies, the histories, the philosophies must end. No more anthropology, gentlemen, we are no longer the Other! No God, no Myself, no desires, no fears!"

- Hélène Cixous

"In a dream city, we find ourselves in the pitch darkness, and her embrace was so passionate that it seemed impossible for the bodies to contain it. His hands ran through my skin like waves caressing the beach, his mouth searching for mine with an intensity that defied reality. At that moment, we were two souls lost in ecstasy, entangled in a fiery dance that lifted us beyond time and space.."

-Anaïs Nin

She, me

The man gets up to get the pack of cigarettes. He offers another cigarette to the woman, who proposes to go out on the terrace to prevent the smoke from staying in the house. They sit on wicker chairs. The man crosses his legs to hold the old ashtray and the woman, after lighting the cigarette, spreads her legs to support them in her lap. He's about to tip the topper.. He starts stroking her knee and raises her leg until her red and black-painted toes are within reach of her lips. He jumps the little one, a pure burro, and bites the ring finger. He sticks his heart finger in his mouth and traps it with his tongue.. He repeats the operation with his index finger and, on his thumb, he kneels, playing with his lips, tongue and teeth all the tricks she does to him. –Fuck, I love it, she says.. –I knew it. He replies, chewing.. –You know me so well.. –No. The other day you left a fantasy in the bathroom.. –¿A fantasy? What is it? Erotic. It's not the first time.. I guess you had a shower and then you had to run.. –I had a meeting.. I am sorry. –It's okay. It's not the first time either, he says, shrugging his shoulders.. The woman takes her legs off the man's lap and lowers her head before taking a couple of quick strokes.. The smoke envelops her head and the man waves over her the hand that doesn't hold the cigarette. He tells her to raise her head so the smoke doesn't get in her hair and she answers by standing up.. –¿What did you do?! Did you take advantage of it? I couldn't. I was in a hurry too, so I filed it..

The woman chokes on the smoke and throws a morsel of Morse code.. –I put her in for amateur, cunnilingus, doggy, footjob, interracial, spit roast, threesome. - Interracial? - I know. A threesome? Yes, at the end, a boy with a beard and an earring in his right ear. You haven't had a fantasy like that in a long time.. –There's an Englishman who's doing a marketing audit.. –The other one was the usual one.. –Yeah, I try to think of another one, but it always ends up with Ryan Gosling.. –That was the one with the feet.. –¿And what did you say? - What? Spit roast. Oral sex during penetration. You were doing the puppy and the marketing guy came dressed as a waiter.. –I couldn't think of anything else.. –You asked him to come closer and you lowered his pants yourself.. –¿And that's called spit roast? Everything has a name. I also think the waiter was making you a pile driver at the end, but it was blurry.. I guess that's when you broke up.. –¿- What? One sixty-nine to the pulse.. The man smashes the cigarette in the topper and gets up from the wicker chair. –¿Did you see her again? No, I've kept it with the others.. I always think about it, but I never get time to see them.. See if I come home early from work or on the weekend when you go to the gym.. –Yeah, the weekend.. The woman turns off her cigarette in the topper and asks him to come in because she's starting to get unhinged..

“Once a woman turns her back on you, forget it. They love you and then suddenly something changes. They can see you dying in a ditch, getting hit by a car and they'll just walk right by and spit on you..”

“When a sexy woman meets a hermit, one of them will change.”

Honey, find what you love and let it kill you. Let me take everything from you. Let it ride on your back and bring you down to nothing. Let me kill you and eat your remains. Because everything will kill you and it's better to be killed for something you want..

Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of five sisters.. Cass was the prettiest girl in town.. Half Indian, with a flexible, strange body, a fierce, serpentine body and matching eyes.. Cass was moving, fluid fire.. It was like a spirit built into a form unable to contain it.. Her hair was black and long and silky and it moved and twisted just like her body.. Cass was always either very cheerful or very depressed. For her there was no middle ground. Some said I was crazy.. It was the fools who said it.. The fools couldn't understand Cass.. Men thought she was just a sex machine and didn't care if she was crazy or not.. And Cass would dance and flirt and kiss men but, except for one or two cases, when it came time to do so, Cass would somehow evade, elude them.. Her sisters accused her of wasting her beauty, of not using her intelligence enough, but Cass had intelligence and spirit; she painted, danced, sang, made objects out of clay, and when people were hurt, in spirit or in flesh, Cass felt a tremendous sorrow.. His mind was different and nothing else; it was simply not practical.. Her sisters envied her because she attracted her men, and they were furious because they thought she wasn't getting the best out of them.. She used to be kind and gentle to the ugly, and men considered handsome repelled her.-. They have no nerve.. They always rely on their perfect little ears and their twisted noses.. all facade and nothing inside". He had a character that was crazy; a character that some would call crazy.. Her father had died of alcoholism and her mother had run away leaving the girls alone.. The girls went to a relative who put them in a convent school.. School had been a sad place, more for Cass than for her sisters.. The girls were jealous of Cass and Cass fought with almost all of them.. He had stab marks all over his left arm, from defending himself in two fights.. She also had an indelible scar that crossed her left cheek; but the scar, instead of diminishing her beauty, seemed to enhance it.. I met her in the West End bar a few nights after she was released from the convent.. Being the youngest, she was the last sister to be released.. He just walked in and sat next to me.. I may be the ugliest man in town, and this may have something to do with it.. - ¿You want something? - Sure, why not? I don't think there was anything special about our conversation that night, it was just the feeling Cass was conveying.. I had chosen me and there was no one else. No pressure, he liked the drink and drank a lot.. He didn't seem old, but they served him anyway.. Maybe he faked his ID, I don't know.. Anyway, the truth is, every time I came back from the toilet and he sat next to me, I felt a certain pride.. She was not only the most beautiful woman in town, but also one of the most beautiful I had ever seen in my life.. I put my arm around her waist and kissed her once.. - ¿Do you think I'm pretty? - he asked. - I know, of course.. But there's something else... Something more than your looks.. - People are always accusing me of being pretty. ¿Do you really think I'm pretty? - Pretty isn't the word, it doesn't do you justice.. He looked in her purse.. I thought you were looking for the handkerchief.. He pulled out a very long hat pin.. Before I could stop it, she had pierced her nose with it, side to side, right over the windows.. I felt disgust and horror. She looked at me and laughed.. - ¿You think I'm pretty now? What do you think now, huh? I took out the pin and put my handkerchief over the wound.. Some people, including the manager, had observed the scene. The manager came up to me.. -Look, he said to Cass, if you do that again, I'll throw you out.. We don't need your exhibits here.. - ¡Fuck you, man! - she said. - I'd better check it out, the manager said.. - Don't worry, I said.. - It's my nose, said Cass, I can do what I want with it. No, I said, it hurts me.. - ¿You mean it hurts you when I stick a pin in my nose? - Yes, it hurts, really.. - Okay, I won't do it again.. He encouraged me to kiss, but as if laughing a little in the middle of the kiss and without letting go of the handkerchief. When they closed, we went to where I lived.. I had some beer and we sat down to talk.. That's when I could appreciate that he was a person who was full of kindness and affection.. He was surrendering without knowing it.. At the same time, it was falling back into areas of uncontrol and incoherence.. The schizoid. A beautiful and spiritual sketch. Maybe some man, something, would end up destroying her forever.. I was hoping it wasn't me.. We went to bed and when I turned off the lights, he asked me, "When do you want to do it, now or in the morning?" - In the morning, I said, and I turned around. In the morning I got up, made a couple coffees and took one to bed.. He laughed.. - You're the first man I've ever met who's wanted to do it at night.. - No problem, I said-. We don't really have to.. - No, wait, now I want to. Let me cool off a little bit.. He went to the bathroom.. She came out right away, really wonderful, long shiny black hair, eyes and lips shining, all glowing.. He disappeared quietly, good thing.. He got into bed.. - Come on, honey. Went. Kissing with abandon, but not in a hurry. I let my hands run through her body. Stretch her hair. I mounted it.. His flesh was warm and tender. I started moving slowly and wanting it to last.. She looked me in the eye. - ¿What's your name? -Jim. - I asked. - ¿What the hell does it matter? - she asked. I let out a laugh and went on. Then she got dressed and I drove her to the bar, but it was hard to forget her.. I didn't work and slept until 2:00 and then I got up and read the paper.. When I was in the bathtub, she came in with a leaf: an elephant ear.. - I knew you were in the bathtub, she said, so I brought you something to cover that thing, son of nature.. And he threw the elephant leaf on me in the bathtub.. - ¿How did you know I was in the bathtub? - I knew it.. Cass came in almost every day when I was in the bathtub.. It wasn't always the same time, but it rarely failed, and I brought the elephant leaf. And then we made love. I call her up one or two nights and I had to get her out of jail for drunk and fighting bail.. - Those sons of bitches, he said, just because they pay you a few drinks, they think they can get their hands on your panties.. - It's your fault for taking the cup.. - I'm interested in you and your body.. But I doubt most men can see beyond your body.. I left the city and I was out for six months, I wandered around; I came back.. I hadn't forgotten Cass for a moment, but we had had some kind of argument and besides I was in a rush to get going, and when I came back I thought she was gone; but I hadn't sat in the West End for 30 minutes when she came and sat next to me. - Come on, you son of a bitch, you're back. I ordered a drink for her.. Then I looked at her.. She was wearing a high-necked dress.. I've never seen her like this.. And under each eye, nailed, he wore a glass-headed pin.. You could only see the heads of the pins, but the pins were nailed in.. - Damn it, you're still trying to destroy your beauty... - No, don't be silly, it's the fashion. - You're out of your mind.. - I missed you, he said. Is there another? - No, there's none. Just you.. But now I make a living. I charge ten bills. But for you it's free.. - Take off those pins.. - No, it's the fashion.. - It makes me very unhappy.. - ¿Are you sure? I'm sure. - Yeah, shit, I'm sure of it.. He slowly took out the pins and I put them in my bag.. - Because people think that's all I got. Beauty is nothing. Beauty does not last. You don't know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if someone likes you, you know it's for something else.. - "Okay", I said, "I'm very lucky. - I don't mean to say you're ugly.. Just that people think you are.. You have a fascinating face.. - Thank you. Let's have another drink.. - ¿What are you doing? - he asked. - Nothing. I can't hold on to anything.. I'm not interested in anything.. - Neither do I.. If you were a woman, you could be a whore.. - I don't think I'd want to make such intimate contact with so many strangers.. It must be a nuisance.. - You're right, it's annoying, everything is annoying. We were out together, on the street, people were still looking at Cass.. She was still a beautiful woman, perhaps more than ever.. We went home and opened a bottle of wine and talked.. Cass and I, we always had it easy talking.. She talked for a while, I listened, and then I talked.. Our conversation flowed smoothly without tension.. It was like we were discovering secrets together.. When we found a good one, Cass would laugh with that laugh... In a way that only she could laugh.. It was like the joy of fire. And during the talk we kissed and cuddled. We got really hot and decided to go to bed.. That's when Cass took off that high-necked dress and I saw him... I saw the bruised, horrible scar that ran across his neck.. It was big and wide.. - Damn it, damned, what have you done? - I said from the bed - I tried it with a broken bottle one night. ¿You don't like me anymore? Am I still pretty? I dragged her to bed and kissed her.. He pushes me and starts laughing, "Some people pay me the ten and then when I undress they don't want to do it.. I'll take all ten. It's very fun. - I said, "I can't stop laughing"... Cass, bitch, I love you.. Stop destroying yourself; you're the most alive woman I know.. We kissed again. Cass was crying quietly.. I felt the tears. I felt that long black hair stretched out under me like a death flag.. We enjoyed and made slow and gloomy and wonderful love. In the morning, Cass was up making breakfast.. She seemed very calm and happy.. I was singing. I stayed in bed enjoying her happiness. Finally, he came and he kicked me. - ¡Up there, you son of a bitch! Get some cold water on your face and dick and come enjoy the feast! That day I drove her to the beach. It wasn't a holiday and it wasn't summer yet, everything was splendidly deserted. Stray beach-dwellers in rags slept in the sand. There were others sitting on stone benches sharing a lonely bottle.. The seagulls were hovering, stupid but distracted. Old women in their 70s and 80s, sitting on benches, discussing the sale of estates left by husbands murdered long ago by the anguish and stupidity of survival.. There was peace in the air and we walked and we lay there and we didn't talk much.. It was nice just being together.. I bought snacks, fries and drinks and we sat down to drink in the sand.. Then I hugged Cass and we slept like this for a while.. It was better than making love. It was like flowing together without tension.. Then we drove home in my car and I made dinner.. After dinner, I suggested Cass in my car and made dinner.. After dinner, I suggested to Cass that we move in together.. He looked at me for a long time and then he said slowly, "No.". I took her back to the bar, bought her a drink and left.. The next day, I found a job as a packer in a factory and worked the rest of the week.. I was too tired to be around much, but Friday night I went to the West End.. I sat and waited for Cass.. It's been hours.. When I was drunk enough, the manager gave me. - I'm sorry about your friend.. - ¿- What? - I asked. - I am sorry. ¿You didn't know? - No, suicide, she was buried yesterday. - I asked. It looked like he was gonna show up at the door any second.. ¿How could he have died? - The sisters buried her. - Suicide? How'd it go? - He cut his neck.. - Already. Give me another drink.. I was drinking there until they closed.. Cass, the most beautiful of the five sisters, the most beautiful girl in town.. I was able to drive home without being able to stop thinking that I should have insisted that she stay with me instead of accepting that "No"". Everything about her had indicated that something was wrong.. I had simply been too insensitive, too carefree.. I deserved my death and hers.. It was a dog.. No, why accuse the dogs? I got up, I got a bottle of wine, I drank it sadly. Cass, the prettiest girl in town, dead at 20.. Outside, someone was honking a car horn.. Some outrageous, persistent honking. I put the bottle down and yelled "Cursed Seas, damned son of a bitch, shut up NOW!". And the night kept going on and I couldn't do anything..