In the name of the sin

-Stop teasing me bitch- She told him whining while he laughed at her

-You are so inept- He snapped back, and she giggled

-Maybe that is why I’m your friend, we are the same shit- she told him and pout hard.

-I like when you pout- he told her lasciviously, she smiled and her eyes turned dark

-Then come and get my lips, love… or… are you a coward?-she said while touching his neck, he shuddered and exhaled deeply, she had him where she wanted him.

The game was extended during the afternoon, actually, during the week, trying to see who would give it up first. They love their stupid game, about the power, about the sex, about every possibility even if it was almost certain they would never end up fucking.

Alanis lived with her partner and Hiram was married, but since they met, they instantly had a connection which none of them could explain, looking in the other eyes was like looking into their inner darkness, and believe me, there was plenty to look at. He said good bye to her and pulled her hair until she moaned softly, he bit her ear and kissed her in the cheek and left before saying anything. She was horney and frustrated because she had to stay at work. When she left, she arrived home and as soon as Dante came into the living room, she jumped him without explanation at all and didn’t let him out of bed after late night.

She walked to the kitchen and opened a beer, she relaxed after very good sex, and now she was calmed she could bear the idea of not seeing Hiram for a few days. She knew he was going to remember her as well during weekend and that put a smile in her face. In his house he was taking his wife too, it was long since he has done it, but he wanted to imagine how it would feel to be inside Alanis, the idea of his dick in her mouth, in her hands, in her pussy, in her ass, he came hard, just as Alanis was coming too. They had that kind of connection, and on Monday they will look each other in the eye and they would know. Forbidden things were so tasty.

-Hi stud, wanna come over? - She said in his ear and as hot as she could

-What? - He turned his face at her and they were millimeters away. He eyed the door but no one was near of them; she licked her lips and stood up

-Yes, lunch time dude- Alanis was already in the door standing in a way he could see her tights in the stockings and her under ware. He smiled and arched an eyebrow, second later he had caught up with her and both of them were going down the elevator

-Nice skirt and stockings, you know the kind I would reap apart in an elevator- Hiram said and get too close to her, before going out he spank her, she closed her eyes and bit her lip. It was too hard not to kiss him.

Each left with other coworkers and dismissed them after lunch arguing they needed to go to other places. They were waiting for those fifteen minutes after eating apart. They met in his car, she climbed into the car and as soon as they were there, they started eating each other, kissing and teasing. He didn’t care and reaped apart the stockings, she moaned hard in his mouth, overexcited about that. Alanis unzipped his pants and let her hand run down and was rewarded by his very hard cock, she panted and moaned again, both of them were breathless, he slipped his fingers under the skirt and started to listen to her ragged breathing

-C’mon baby, give it up- He said kissing her chin and neck, few minutes later she was going higher, then she stiffened her tights and came loudly in his car, both were panting and he had a big grin in his face, she took his hand and start kissing his fingers and then sucking hard. He lost the grin and it was her chance, after cleaning her taste off of his fingers she kept kissing and sucking, until the only thing he could see was her, going down slowly on him.

-We don’t have enough time, baby- He said but Hiram didn’t want her to stop, her expert mouth was too good to be wasted. Anyway he pulled her hair and made her sit down with a little groan, he kissed her and she bit his lip, hard. It hurt but she knew that, so she grin at him

-That was because my stockings, they were expensive you know, lucky me I have an extra pair in my drawer- She got down the car leaving him to fix everything.

That was as far as they dare to go, not because they really cared about cheating but because they were too close. They fought all the time joking and for real; their taste for bending the other was far too much. He was in awe for her, he couldn’t believe a girl as sexy as her, could really consider an adventure with him. He wasn’t bad looking but she had other taste in guys, usually pretty face cocky bastards with wolfish grin and special taste in music and books, she liked them witty and smart asses who like the leading role. All except for her partner, he knew he was the smartest guy ever with very similar tastes to hers, but then again, totally different of him. He used to tell her how the perfect girl she was, she was all sex and breasts and tongue, mouth, and eyes. Alanis had everything, he considered himself just a normal guy and she was the impossible girl he didn’t deserve, and then there she was, flirting, kissing, wanting him and seducing him every chance she had, letting him touch her, as no one else could.

As the game escalated, they couldn’t be apart from the other and they constantly messaged each other to talk about how sex had been with their respective partners and how much they were thinking in the other. Do not get me wrong they loved their partners but his wife was a real bitch who wanted to control him about everything and she was in an open relationship; so they found the refresh they needed in the other, and what a refresh.

- I fucking hate him, he wants always to stay in and he is becoming so boring, I’m not cut off for this shit, not anymore, I mean I love him, but he is not what I want- She said to Hiram one day in the office.

- I get you sweetheart; leave him, the dude deserves to lose you. And I totally get you, I’m leaving her, I want something else- He said. Alanis sat in his desk after closing the door.

-Lets escape for one day, let’s cut the crap: I want you, I want to fuck you dead- She said, he watched her with lust, gave it a thought.

- Open your legs- Hiram said and open them abruptly, she gasped, he was sit in the middle of her open legs which were protected by her tight jeans, and he put his head between her legs and smelled her sex.

-You are on, sweetheart- He said and they left without being seen.

They went to a hotel and after a long time, she felt self-conscious. He went directly to take a bath, and let her feel comfortable. He was pissed and with a lot of things in his fucking mind, he didn’t even know why he was there, he know she was dangerous and falling in her game and her eyes and her body may lead him into an abyss, an abyss he was already part of, but that no one needed to know; oh but she knew, she told him in one of their weird encounters in the office

“You are darkness babe, you know more than you say, I can see in your eyes how that hunger is inside you, how you want more, you are not comfortable with the same old things; you go beyond that, that darkness prickling behind your head, trying to take you to the bottom of the sea where you are king. I can see how you salivate at the thought, how much you want to embrace that darkness, how you want to do as you please because you can, but you have been bounded so long you don’t feel safe without your restrains, you don’t feel comfortable with freedom, with all your capability of give and receive pain,  with all your skills to take, to claim, to conquer; I can see how the thoughts are in your mind, I can see through you and that is what it scares you, because I can offer you all that and…”

The simple thought of her words make him hard in a minute, he could feel her get in to the shower but he didn’t turn to face her. What was he doing there? Her, he was doing her, he wanted her so bad, and he knew she wanted him as much.

-You have a lot of things in your mind babe; let’s play with energy and all we have- Alanis hugged him from behind, he could feel her breast and her arms around him, looking for his dick. Not yet baby, not yet, he turned and face her, he drank her in

-Sorry, it is just I have a lot of things in my mind- He said cupping her ass and kissing her

-There is a way to make your problems go, darling- She said with a mischievous smile

-Is there now? Who knew?- He said in disbelief, she open all the hot water and hugged him to not let him escape, he growled in pain

-Shhhh, hush Hiram, breath, is just fucking hot water, you can take it – Alanis said without letting go – Breath in and out, feel the water babe, feel how it washes away your problems- He did as he was told and surprisingly it worked

He closed his eyes and got lost in her, in her kisses, in her waist and her breast, he started kissing all of her, her shoulders and neck, he knew there were her weak points, and she started to moan, he turned her against the wall and while he was kissing her shoulders and neck he slipped his fingers inside her, she gasped and whined, tossing her hips against him, moving at the same rhythm of his fingers which were doing circles, that was so arousing for him that he wanted an orgasm from her, he teased her pulling her hair, telling her how much he enjoyed how wet she was

-Right now you are mine- he just heard her say yours, then she stiffened her legs and he could feel how she tighten around his fingers, she stop breathing –Let go, Alanis – and as he said so, she let herself go and cried out loud her orgasm.

He backened a little, to see her, how the tattoo in her back was being washed, how her hair was damp, how the water ran over her ass, and then she faced him, he took her in, her eyes and mouth and white skin, she was flawless. She kneeled before him, and started touching him biting his white skin, she kissed with delight every inch of his belly and legs, she took his hands and kissed them too, her eyes were shining with lust, as her put his dick on her mouth she moaned with pure devotion to him, up and down, and every moment her eyes were fixed on his. She was the best blow job he has ever had, and that was a lot to say, but he wasn’t finishing yet.

-Come here pretty face, I love those eyes- Hiram told her and help her up. He took her to the bed and they kept kissing, leaving all the floor wet. She turn on the music and he open a condom, but left it there. It was time to repay the favor. He laid her on the bed, he knew she wanted him. But he wanted her, he wanted her attention, he was going to give her the fuck of the year. He teased her biting her and leaving small marks in her body, pink and red, he loved how his marks looked in her. Her panting leaded him south until he has her almost non-existent pubic hair in the nose, and he smelled hard. Her smell was captivating 

He wanted more, again he teased with his fingers, and then with his tongue, she cried out in pleasure, for a long time until she came, twice; he looked for her hand and guide it with his, until her fingers were in her clitoris. He stood up and sat down in the bed; she looked at him and understood what he wanted.

-I will masturbate for you,- Alanis smiled and started moving her fingers up, down, inside, out, she licked her fingers and he could see how much she was enjoying it, she stopped but only to put his hand around his dick, the game was on, they lost track of the time, and then she was going over him, she didn’t even let him think, before he knew he had the condom on and she was in top of him, and she felt amazing, for her he felt amazing too, she really liked his dick. They were all tongue and sweat and teeth and lips; he ran all over her with his mouth and hands and she ride him relentlessly without getting tired. After an hour of her restless game, he stopped her

-I want to see your ass- She growl and let him lead her, he could admire that fine ass of hers, he spanked while fucking her hard and fast, his other hand around her neck, listening to her bated breathing, and at last, what she was waiting for. He came with a big growl, saying her name.

She hugged him and they stayed like that for a while. Then she talked about magic and he listened, he knew she had power, the kind that attracted him, and he knew he had it too, she was willing to train him, she didn’t think he was really committed. They fucked again and again. The alarm ringed. Both knew they had to go, and with a last orgasm, they left the room, to never come back.

After that, the communication between them changed; they were friends but they could understand everything in the eyes of the other. They had a language made by skin and touch, and looks and grins. But the fight wasn’t over, he knew she had the upper hand and he started to realize he had feelings for her. He didn’t know but she had feelings for him too, the only thing was she was better than him in keeping them buried. She started to get away from him, she was escaping but not only from him, but from Dante. Hiram was running to, but not only from her, but from Karla, and then the endless fight started between them; so entangled, so bounded, so close, and then so far, so stubborn, so hungry for winning the power, thy thought they wanted to control the other, but really they wanted control over their lives… so stupid they were. And one day they really fought, she got angry, he got angry, and they stop talking at all. He changed the department and her, her schedule. And for six months fear and pride kept them away, remembering each other. Every time he listened to the bands she showed him, he felt her next to him, feeling the water in their faces as she was kneeling, and it was painful, in his mind and groin. Every time she listened to the word “inept” or his voice, her stomach churned as remembering a hunger she never felt before.

After six months she came to him, crying, she was totally broken because of Dante, because her perfect little life wasn’t going anywhere any more, she shouted at him that she missed him, that he was a proud son of a bitch, that she needed him; she discovered something that day, he couldn’t see her cry and in pain, she felt it in his eyes, and when they stared in each other’s eyes. They both fell in the same abysm they were before…

TO BE CONTINUED…

Pandora

Se soltó el cabello, odiaba tenerlo agarrado. Se acaba de cambiar la imagen; pelo corto, lacio; era tan divertido vivir en esta época siendo mujer, jeans apretados, blusas cortas, faldas abiertas, vestidos entallados, cortes de cabello, tintes, uñas. ¿Qué mas podría pedir?

Tantos milenios viviendo y las cosas apenas se ponían bien. Entró a su recámara, que era una habitación amplia de techos muy altos con vigas de madera. Las paredes estaban hechas de arcilla con pintura antigüa, ella la había hecho. Si bien le fascinaba la tecnología de este nuevo mundo; odiaba la decoración y la nueva arquitectura.

Se sentó en la cama y se quitó las botas, las puso en la pared llena de más de doscientos pares de zapatos y sonrió. Dejó la habitación principal de su recámara y caminó al corredor que la llevaba a un vestidor, se quitó la ropa que la cubría y la dejó en el cesto. Tomó una bata y pantuflas y se las puso.

Se aproximó al final del vestidor y movió la ropa, dejó a la vista un teclado y marcó la clave. Una pequeña puerta se abrió y ella bajó un nivel. Al final de las escaleras se detuvo, estaba una habitación más amplia que su alcoba entera, al principio parecía una gran bibliioteca llena de estantes y si bien amaba los libros, su verdadera obsesión era otra: cada estante estaba dividido en más de 500 repisas, y cada una contenía una caja. Desde el principio de los tiempos esa era su obsesión, coleccionar cajas. Tenía mas de sesenta mil y cada una contenía cosas diferentes. Algunos guardaban collares, catalogados por antigüedad; algunas otras, contenían anillos y otras más brazaletes; al fondo había cajas gigantes, con pedazos de armaduras, armas. Otras contenían artefactos mágicos, runas, varitas, monedas, dijes. Cada caja era invaluable, algunas eran de las maderas más finas, otras de oro y plata, unas tenían rubíes y otras esmeraldas, otras eran de cristal o de piedra. Cada caja en su colección contenía y era, un tesoro incalculable; pero no era solo el material, sino la belleza de cada una y el valor sentimental que tenían eran lo que las hacía su verdadero tesoro. Suspiró lentamente, aspirando el olor de cada caja, del cuarto regulado por completo. Dejó en cada una de las cajas las joyas que traía. Ella sabía a que caja pertenecía cada joya.

Se alejó y comenzó a subir las escaleras, pero no pudo, algo la había detenido, desde que fue creada había intentado separarse de su influjo, que ya no tuviera poder sobre ella, pero nunca pudo lograrlo. Se detuvo y se giró. Vió la caja de madera de pino corriente al fondo del pequeño museo.

 Recordó cuando los dioses se la dieron y como le advirtieron no abrirla. Recordaba como la castigaron, como la leyenda se esparció diciendo que la caja tenía todos los males de la humanidad, como enfermedad y muerte, como ella por ser mujer, había sido tirada de curiosa, pero nadie sabía la verdad. En esa caja estaba lo que causaría todos los males del planeta, pero no eran los males que nos azotaban lo que había en esa caja, solo la causa. Nadie decía tampoco que no solo había recibido una caja sino un jarro.

Esa noche ella estaba sola en la casa de Epimetheus; Zeus la había regalado al hermano de Prometheus y él la mantenía por consejo de su hermano, encerrada. Un hombre de barba blanca apareció en su habitación y le regaló una caja no mas grande que su pulgar.

-Lo que hay dentro de la caja te podrá parecer pequeño, pero crecerá y crecerá, abre la caja- Dijo el hombre, pero ella se rehusó. El hombre desapareció y esperó  que estuviera dormida para aparecerse nuevamente en su habitación. Abrió la caja y dejó que lo que había dentro cayera sobre la mujer perfecta que dormía en el lecho.

Cuando ella despertó sintió una sensación que no conocía, las manos le cosquilleaban y la cabeza también por saber que había en esa caja, al principio era una pequeña cosquilla detrás pero al final del día creció y creció hasta que la sensación era inaguantable y sentía la cabeza y las manos con un ardor inaguantable. Curiosidad.

El hombre volvió a  aparecer en la casa.

-Abre la caja y toda esa ansiedad desaparecerá- dijo. Ella se quedó quieta con ganas de llorar.

En la madrugada se levantó, tomó la caja y la abrió, un temblor recorrió la tierra completa, pero no  liberó ni la muerte ni la enfermedad. El hombre reapareció

-¿Es verdad que liberé todo el mal sobre el mundo?- Preguntó
-No, solo la causa-
-¿Que liberé?-
-El amor-


Pandora estaba de nuevo en su museo personal, recordó como lloró y como no entendió en ese momento que el amor viene de la mano de la obsesión y la lujuria, y que no solo se ama a alguien y no solo se tiene lujuria por otra persona, sino por las cosas, el poder, el dinero y lo mas importante que uno no se obsesiona solo con el prójimo.

Subió las escaleras con una ultima memoria: ella, llorando frente al hombre de la barba, como ella rompía en la furia del momento,  el jarrón que había dejado  el hombre junto a ella, y como él  se estremecía por que no lo esperaba. En el jarrón estaba el remedio al daño que hacían el amor, la obsesión y la lujuria. Pero nunca se lo dijo a nadie, sin embargo era lo primero que buscaba cuando experimentaba alguna de éstas y las cosas salían mal... Ese secreto lo guardó para ella, en una de sus cajas de vidrio cubierta de piedras preciosas; pero esa caja, no estaba ahí.  Sonrió para sus adentros.

Cerró la puerta y se puso a ver una película en Netflix.

El aire huele a Desastre

Todos los que son asiduos a mi blog.. osea nadie jajaja, conocen como soy, como pienso y quien he sido alrededor de la creación del universo.

Hace mucho que no hablo de broncas "inmortales" porque he estado disfrutando la otra parte de mi, la parte, que a mi parecer prevalecerá, ni siquiera se si soy "inmortal" todavía, pedí un deseo, fue concedido...

No es algo de lo que quiera hablar, quiero mas bien expresar un sentimiento que he traído desde hace un par de meses...

El aire huele a desastre, para mi al menos, ese es el aroma, muchos podrán decir que es la contaminación la que me hace pensarlo, pero no, el aire huele diferente, me huele a destrucción, a catástrofe, primero Haití, luego Chile y Hawaii. Estoy esperando a que llegue aquí... la leyenda dice que aquí todo tiene que comenzar.

No se si vaya a ser el fin del mundo o no, no estoy interesada en averiguarlo, pero si creo que algo va a pasar.

El viernes estaba sentada en mi sala (que todos ustedes conocen) con la ventana abierta, la corriente de aire que entró y lo volví a percibir, como un suave perfume, como algo más...

Extrañamente se que todo es natural... que no tiene que ver con mi caos paranormal...pero aun así lo percibo... el color del cielo, el olor del aire, no se, tal vez el sol...

Ya se lo dije a alguien y ahora lo repito, es como estar en medio del bosque sin oir ningún ruido... no animales, no viento, no hojas, no aves... Eso es l oque siento y si, a lo mejor estoy loca de remate, pero no me he metido nada y en serio noto el cambio...

Es caótico...