Tangiers

Para Catherine

Dear Cat,

What I meant was about you soaking in a steaming Turkish bath being fed sweets of honey, ground almonds and hashish with chilled Malaga wine by two slender naked Moroccan girls, until you start losing your senses and feel like they spread your legs and begin shaving your Venus mound. The razor is cold against your hot skin and their fingers open the lips of your sex and they laugh as they make you lie on your belly and it looks like you are going to break the hot tiles with your hard nipples as they spread open your buttocks to reach the tight little hole, and the razor glides over your skin that is soft as a baby´s.

Then they start rubbing perfumed oil over your body, reaching with their fingers into both holes, making you shiver as they go deeper and deeper, and suddenly you realize that somebody else is there and you raise your bottom as you are entered from behind and two manly hands cup your breasts and your sex is dripping wet with oil and your own juices that are sweet as Malaga wine now and you feel my cock swelling inside you until it fills you up and you arch your back like a Cat and I push deeper and deeper and you explode as I come inside you.

You lean forward and rest your forehead in the tiles as I slide out of you, and pearly drops run down the soft inside of your thigh, and you stay still for a while, breathing, knowing that there is more to come.

Then you turn around, straddling my body, and start caressing my cock, slick with come and juices behind your back, running it up and down your crack, until it gets hard again and, squatting over it, you put its swollen head against your narrower entrance and you lower yourself very slowly, taking it, past its head, then the rest until it´s burning hot inside you, and my balls seem to be yours between your legs as you caress yourself, spreading the lips with your fingers, anointing your mound with its outflow. One of the girls kneels in front of you and starts lapping at your sex, open like a flower, and as you lean back you see that she has an ivory dildo, long and thick, slightly curved, carved to resemble the real thing, bulging veins and tight balls, and on the very second when you think that it must be too cold for your furnace she rams it in, and it´s hot and huge, and it stretches your inside until the thin wall that keeps both rods apart seems to disappear, and the girl starts pumping it in and out as you rock your hips in a grinding motion, wanting everything, anything.

And as you close your eyes you remember that morning at the beach, the boy selling oranges that grabbed your behind and then ran away all white flashing teeth, dropping two oranges that looked like nubile breasts in the sand, and suddenly he´s there with you, and it´s his cock inside you, and his hands cup your breasts as mine open your cunt to make his pounding deeper, and you are caught in a clamp of hard chests and arms, and you feel a blast inside your cunt as the dildo shoots a jet of warm milk inside you, and I feel its flow like lava in my balls, and I cannot hold it anymore and I discharge my own load, howling with pleasure, and you start coming like it´s not going to end.

There is a frontier in the mind, something like the sound barrier, and when you get to cross it you find yourself in a realm where it doesn´t matter who or what you are, and the only thing that remains is the beating of the drum of your senses.