Did you know that a man's G-spot is 5 centimeters inside the anus?
At this moment my mind and my body are in different realities. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by all this madness.
it's not easy to escape...
-Still can't find a partner?
It was the question that made me go back in time and realize that all the efforts, feelings and stupid dreams, led me to be a few seconds away from giving a stupid answer.
- Yes, I still can't find a partner. (lost look) Could it be that love hates me so much?
- Why do you say that Sair? - asked my friend looking at me with a gesture on her face so strange and familiar to me.
- I don't know Mari, the truth is that I have tried, but I think that in this city love is not relevant with this lifestyle.
- I know someone I trust and I'm sure she would like you," my friend Mari's boyfriend or temporary partner hinted to me.
What am I supposed to say?, in all this year I haven't made it, what difference will it make if I dare and try again?, I wasn't planning to go out today, but they insisted, it sounds tempting, but I'm bored already.
- Do you have any pictures?
- Sure, it would be great if you could try -she tells me with so much excitement.
- Yes!, they would look cute hahahahahaha, that way we would be the four of us -she gets excited too.
Months ago I saw a good movie that made me envy that environment where the plot developed, I think it would have been so different from what I am now, the mentality of adults, the culture and landscapes where you could let yourself go all a sunny summer afternoon. I do not know if in reality everything looked so perfect for being a movie or a story so far away from my reality? . and it is so interesting to know that actually in the times in which it was represented, there was already that distrust and resentment of many that without caring about the consequences are able to omit opinions and judge with just a glance, or do I only think that way because that was my environment? But in the same way I still feel a little bit of suspicion just imagining that I was not born in Italy in those years.
I grew up surrounded by farm animals, with a morning routine so marked in my blood by more than three generations of cattle ranchers and herdsmen. I remember how every morning before the first rooster crowed, my grandfather would get up early and get to work with the other day laborers and start milking and herding. My grandmother would prepare the most bitter coffee that I have ever tasted, but that everyone loved; I must add that at this moment I miss waking up with that aroma.
Almost every day I would walk alone along the trail to the end of the paddocks with the excuse of going to check the cattle, which in reality was my moment to disconnect from the world, live my own fantastic story and create alternative futures in my life. realities that today only make me wonder why not invest in bitcoin in those years? I was a millionaire and surely I wouldn't need an assistant to write my story while I dictated and exaggerate everything.
I fell in love at an early age, I think I was six years old more or less, she was my elementary school teacher, I still remember her name and her hair so abundant, that smile that told you somehow that everything is fine. I think that from that moment I became a fool in love with life without measuring the consequences that would cause in me, not to mention my first love disappointment, hahahahahahaha the first broken heart does not hurt as much as the second, in my opinion the first disappointment is overcome much faster and even becomes the least remembered. since the second or third time where you know what you are worth and what you gave was totally sincere, it changes you completely and you even get to think that it is not worth trying so hard and much less try.
It was a sunny Thursday day, my favorite day of the week and without knowing why, since I was born on a Wednesday. My friend arrived at the door of my apartment accompanied by her current boyfriend, the same one who today would take me to the long awaited meeting that would give me the answer if I tried again or I would not even take the time to answer a message again.
- How beautiful you look Sair, I haven't seen that shirt, did you buy it to impress? -Mari asked me mischievously
- No! I don't wear this shirt that much, that's why you haven't seen it -I answered reddened- isn't it too early to go to the coast to see the bonfires?
- The truth is that we will go around first before the famous meeting hehehehehehe-with his face of a child with delays my friend's boyfriend answers me taking my coat and going out to get in the car-get in ladies, the other princess is waiting for us.
- What an asshole you are.
I forgot the glasses of wine he asked me to bring, how absent-minded I am, I shouldn't smoke before breakfast, although I feel I prefer to be totally doped up, even though I'm not very sane to say the least. I hope to make a good first impression, I bought this shirt to look more stylish and earn points for style.
the famous meeting that had been planned for weeks via text and video flames late at night where almost always the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the lighter and the spark before the flame.
What an irony of life, to arrive at this small square so busy and full of its own life. Every time I pass by here I feel it calling me, to see the musicians on every corner performing their best repertoires filling the atmosphere with a bohemian and classic style, the artisans in their workshops making clay figures and the backpackers selling their crafts to continue their travels, not to mention the peculiar aroma that this part of the city has.
- Well champ here we leave you, I hope you manage to do something hehehehehehehe!.
- Yes my friend, be nice, we'll wait for you down at the beach to watch the sea sitting in front of the bonfires.
- Don't worry guys, I'm a sweetheart- I answer them both just before getting out of the car smiling like a high school kid.
I had to wait in this small square for our first meeting, hoping to connect completely when we were face to face, it is inevitable to think and feel strange to do this in such a busy place, with so many looks and faces so familiarly known.
One day I took one of those tests that are on the internet, where they asked me three things, my favorite animal, my favorite scent and what I felt when I looked at the sea, although I do not remember exactly what the first two answers meant, I do remember what I feel when I see and hear the sea every night before going to sleep; The sound of the tide hitting the rocks and the pier has a relaxing effect that helps me fall asleep every night or when I have insomnia, but seeing how majestic it is, looking only at its surface without knowing what it hides underneath, creates in me a mysticism and some fear. Not knowing what is underneath or what can be waiting for me is not a complete love that I feel for it, but rather a deep respect for its majesty. According to this answer, this is how I perceive love, a mystery, a respect, a fear, but even so I am willing to submerge and be able to swim and let myself be carried away by the movement of the waves, feel the cold of its waters while it purifies my whole body with its salts.
(text message tone)
hello, I'm coming
the subway is one station away.
In white...
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The thousands of thoughts and questions vanished when I read this message, I think the automatic button was turned on and everything verbally rehearsed will remain in the minutes I spent in front of the mirror while I was getting ready to be the most perfect and interesting, in front of what may be my next attempt to find that red thread that hangs from my finger.
Only minutes passed and in the distance among the crowd of people crossing the sidewalk from one side of the street to the other, I managed to perceive his figure, his being, his charm, approaching with firm steps, with his gaze fixed on me, detailing me completely the closer he got.
I couldn't help but smile and blush as we exchanged glances.
What must have gone through his mind at that moment, would his mind be the same as mine, or would he feel the same as I feel when I see us, what a strange sensation, before I felt overwhelmed with the presence of so many people, just imagining being crossed by looks and prejudices, but now all that is gone, none of that is relevant or disturbs me anymore.
- Hello Sair, it's nice to finally meet you-he greets me with a kiss on the cheek.
I had smelled her perfume from far away, her voice is softer and her eyes have the same effect that the sea has on me. I can't stare at them without feeling disarmed.
- The truth is that I feel like I know you from another life-without hesitation I took her purse and invited her to follow my lead: "The kids are waiting for us on the beach to see the bonfires being lit, but first I'll buy you the cotton candy I promised you.
- hahahahahaha, I had already forgotten, but let's go slowly, I don't want to get to the beach without knowing a little more about you first- I took my hand strongly- you really have the hands of a man.
- hahahahahahahaha, I think I should have worn gloves these days that I was doing calisthenics.
His hand was cold just like mine, but somehow it gave me such confidence that I would be able to scream it out.
Her skin is so white and her dark hair brings out all her expressions, her lips moist and tempting me to let myself be carried away by the heat of passion and madness.
- I see you didn't bring the glasses for the wine - he asked me as he squeezed my hand every time we passed in front of a group of people, as if taking strength and being able to withstand the stinging looks and amazement.
- Sorry, I forgot I was supposed to treat you, but we can buy disposable cups at some bar while we go down to the beach-he replied knowing that he needs to feel comfort and a refuge by my side.
- let's stop here, I need to go to the bathroom
I took the opportunity while I was going to the bathroom to buy glasses and cotton candy. From the place where I was standing waiting, I could see the light of the bonfires, hear the laughter and differentiate the aromas that were lost in the cold wind from the sea.
When he came out and we continued down to meet my friends, I took his hand again and noticed how he sighed heavily as he smiled, his face reddened and he no longer felt cold.
- I never asked your full name, I'm curious to know a little more about you," I asked, whispering as I approached him.
He smiled at me, stopped and staring at me he said.
