“THE BLACK WIDOW”

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“THE BLACK WIDOW”I pushed the unlocked door and rushed to the toilet. Oh, what a surprise! You were sitting naively on the toilet bowl, with your panties lowered to the calves, the legs half-open, your soles turned inward. No shoes. You were not surprised. Contrary to me, who apologizing turned to leave the small room. Smiling, like nothing was going on, you touched my hand. “It doesn’t matter,” you said. “I was waiting for you”. And with a gentle motion, skillfully getting rid of your panties, you stood up, lifted up your skirt and you stepped on the marble washbasin, holding your hands back and your feet wide open at the edge. You looked at me reassuringly, straight into my eyes and you said, “Come on, I’ve been looking for you for so long.” Your next gesture was to stretch out your hand, place it on my shoulder and push me gently low and at the same time, towards you. Suddenly the horizon in front of my eyes was filled with your sex. I lost my mind. A pink, wet, gorgeous vagina, with intense lips and a swollen clit was spreading out in front of my nose. Trying to control my surprise, I took a deep breath. But by approaching my face in the wide-open slit of yours, your feminine scent overwhelmed me. Before I even figure it out, I found myself bending towards you and bahis firmaları touched like hypnotized, with my lips the beautiful embossed lips of your pussy. Surrendering completely to the unprecedented challenge, slowly, almost ritually, I began to kiss, lick and slip my tongue all over your little miracle. Sipping your clitoris, biting it gently and exploring with my tongue the depths of your open crack, I communed – drop by drop – your holy Achranth Mysteries. Already the moans of your pleasure filled the small room. The smells and flavors came in waves every time your spasms brought fresh flows of juices to my lickerish mouth. It tasted like Nectar, the Gods ancient beverage! With no further hesitations, whatsoever, I savored it, I greedily sucked it, I drunk it up to its last precious drop. Being already in profound giddiness, you grubbed my head with both your hands and you pushed it with all your strength right there, between your long legs, as though you wanted to put me inside you, to your womb; to take me back to the cradle, behind the keyhole from where we all got our first painful glimpse of the outside world. Another wave of juices followed, before your heavy breathing begun to subside. You pushed me gently, but with confidence, lower. You were eager kaçak iddaa to feel me in your other erogenous place, the rear gate of your secret pleasures, the Trojan horse of all your lusts. Gently at the beginning and tenderly, stipulating the sin, I explored your tight back crevice. And when I felt it relaxed, I pushed my tongue into it, violating at once all taboos and prejudices. And as simple as that, with slow, wet movements, already being submitted to the “unfamiliar acquaintance” of our bodies, I made love to you in the most “unorthodox” way. Throughout all those intimate moments you had taken my thumb in your mouth and sucked on it with voluptuous fury, while at the same time you were brushing with your fingers your soaked clit. You’re panting, you’re sobbing and your spasms attested the multiple pleasures you were experiencing throughout the entire mystic act, held in that insignificant and humble for the glorious occasion place. As soon as I felt the new wave that was about to overflow your hot wet spring, I turned there, greedy and thirsty, to welcome it onto my lips, my tongue, my face. What a pleasure, what a delight, what a magnificent moment in “Here and Now”! The whole world spinning rowdily out there and its epicenter located in that little room; your kaçak bahis divine vulva being the center of the universe and I, there amidst your legs, lost in space and in time…. just floating “in the unspoken, into the nowhere, into the never.” *A few moments later, without even perceiving it, during your final climax, my part of the miracle occurred. Effortlessly, without a warning, without even your help, as I thought! I felt an intense, acute, nearly hedonistic back pain on my spine. And then the explosion came. Tons of hot liquid poured out of me, without stop, tearing my physical entity apart. I don’t really know how many earthly seconds or minutes the instant actually lasted. The time seemed to be frozen. The rapid emptying of my being was imminent and irreversible. The straining that I was feeling with each and every one of my last breaths was overwhelming. The next thing I realized is that I collapsed on the floor, in the middle of a warm, thick pool of red, sticky blood; my own blood. The last image that passed, flickering, on my mind’s screen – which was slowly but steadily fading like an old blown bulb, was a blooded knife dropped near-by, on the floor and a black tattoo low on your left calf, as you rushed away. That ugly image, which was blurring in front of my eyes and was fading away, exactly as my entire existence did at that final instant, was the image of an unrealistic, repulsive and obnoxious spider: the image of a black widow! … Off! geocal**Chalil Gibran

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