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May 25th (continues)
Alicante has become
'our place', perhaps the dearest time
of our life together. I don't know how
long our thing will last, I don't know
if we'll together be for many years
or not, but this time is so special
and Alicante is so special, but so very
special that it is difficult to express
on this pad.
When we were at the
beach, I was laying on top of him, there
were people around us, I was topless,
by breast were pressing his chest, we
were kissing and we forgot, we forgot
that we were not alone, we forgot that
there were hundreds of people surrounding
us. I could feel he was growing under
me. His erection, as hard as usual,
pressing my belly ... almost in a state
of total bliss ... I felt his hand reaching
below my thighs, opening my legs ...
he was going to go for it, I was going
to let him when we heard a wave crashing
near us, it took us back to the place,
I looked around nobody was watching
us, but they could, so we stopped. We
didn't wan to be arrested in Spain ....
give our names, appear in some tabloid
.... such and such, director of such
and such, which was recently shown at
Malaga... was arrested along with so
and so, the young actress of ... and
so on.
We decided to
go in the water instead.
We played a bit, we were swimming, away
from the crowds but not deep. Once
in our safe spot I jumped on him, wrapping
my legs around him, he made room with
his finger, and entered me ... we made
love floating, kissing, laughing, he
asked me to tell him what we did in
the attic, to describe to him what I
felt, not me, not the actress ... but
the character, the victim.
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flew back to the attic and saw myself
on my cross, my legs slightly open, naked,
the arrows sticking out of my legs and
torso, whip marks all over my body, a
bit of blood on my lips, I was moving,
shaking in pain, slowing down as I was
overcome by weakness, not crying, just
breathing slowly.
Do you feel the
arrows? he asked as he moved slowly
inside me. I could hardly talk.
I answer yes, more as a whisper.
I can't scream, I told
him, I can hardly move, at least not by
my own will, but even if I could move
I don't want to, any movement makes the
arrows hurt more and more.
Who are you?
he asked ... I'm a martyr, I answered.
I'm naked and I don't know why
I'm treated this way ... my hands hurt,
my feet hurt, I'm moving slowly, but not
because I want to, it's my body that is
pulling me forward, I can't hold myself
anymore... I launch forward completely,
my head falls back, my body hangs away
from the cross, held up by the nails in
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JJ heard me tell him the story
and as I reached the end he insisted
that I suffer a bit more, I did ...
I held on all I could until he was ready
to come... I was ready too, we learned
how to time our orgasms.
We came together, pressing
our lips against each other so we wouldn't
scream, we sank in the water, came up,
sank again, my nostrils were killing
me. I think there was water coming
out of my eyes... We laughed like crazy,
hugged a bit more and helped each other
to get rid of whatever remained of our
love making and went back to sleep on
the sand, under the sun, happy, blessed....
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