Emiliano Mancilla

We’ve left the danger zone and I finally could get some sleep, Gina thinks his dad contracted me, the use of brutal force hasn’t been needed. 

There is still a long road ahead as I’m using the least popular highways to remain unnoticed, the absence of tears and struggles are making the trip quite comfortable. Nevertheless, there’s a surplus of complains and tantrums about the journey that just feel out of script, every time there’s an amusement park, mall, or museum, she demands to visit. The requests keep increasing (as it seems like every town we pass by has almost a thousand new attractions) until the noise is too loud to handle, making me pull her hair aggressively and shout her to shut up, that this is not a vacation. 

After my strong and abrupt reaction, a cloud of silence invades the car, and a dilated look mixed with a devilish smile rape my soul and leave me frozen for an instant, once I feel my senses returning, I get back to the wheel. 

And I drive and drive and drive until we get to the next motel, but by now the situation has changed, the road was accompanied with some new amenities as she kept finding excuses to chafe my skin every now and then. Her contortions to get something from the back seat, the attempts with her wet sucked thumb to clean the stain on my cheek, her feet on my lap to rest her legs, each one more pleasurable than the other. 

We arrived earlier than expected, I ask for a double-bed, get the keys and proceed to open the room, once inside and before I accommodate to repose, Gina steps In front of me, leaving 5 inches of distance between us, a distance that feels like a form of deadly magnetism, a magnetism that speeds my heart rate, and asks me if we can take advantage of the extra time gained and take a small walk around the neighborhood… I just confirm with my head. 

The town is small, the fresh air and the reddish color given by nature develops an aura of tranquility, the alertness of my senses vanishes with every step taken, and how couldn’t?  She’s in a fervent contest to make me smile, and suddenly wins the battle with energetic movements, weird faces and queer noises. We finish our little stroll with her left shoulder glued to my right pectoral and proceed to get back into the room, she tells me she’ll take a shower and I lie in my bed. 

As soon as my nape touches the pillow, I feel how my blood flows through my body. My back, my arms, my legs, throbbing at the same tempo, it’s been an exhausting week, and there are still two more days left before we get to the point.

My body finally finds some comfort and my eyes start closing in when I hear Gina’s voice calling me, I turn my head and there she is, no clothes, no towels covering her precious golden skin. Her slender waist, her long shapely legs, her toned midriff and her perfect breasts are playing a magnificent symphony that hypnotize me as a rat in Hamelin. My corpse follows the trace of her perfume, like the dog I am, following my yearned bone, my mouth salivates uncontrollably as I look her juicy lips glancing in my direction, and the tension gets more tense with every second spent, and I hurry until I finally get her. And the moon sings her song while we unload our lust in the heat of the night.