“My thighs are wet.” Said Valentina.
“It’s your fluids.”
“Wash them! What are you waiting for?”
“How?” Asked rhetorically the boy as he smiled.
“With your tongue, of course, and then dry them with your hair.”
As they both caught their breath the young man penetrated her and both had a prolonged sex climaxing in unison. During the next few hours they joined three more times until their thirst of each other was satiated. Then they lay exhausted and sweaty on the messed and stained sheets.
“Come.” Said she.”‘The wounds in your back are bleeding. I need to cure them so they do not get infected and make sure you´ll be right next time.”
“To hurt me again?”
“Of course.”
“I did not expect that reaction from you. What have you experienced when you reopened my wounds?”
“It’s not just reopen them, but do so at the time of maximum degree of excitation of both.”
“What did you feel?” He insisted.
“Now I understand that horrible woman.”
“But now also you have become a horrible woman.” Esteban added wryly.
“But I’m your horrible woman.” Replied Valentina surrounding the man’s torso with her long legs.
“Well, I see we start again.”
The woman answered this time with a smile.
Chapter 13
The morning found them cuddled in bed. It was Saturday and none of them had to go to work. When Esteban opened his eyes he saw the woman staring at him.
“Why are you looking at me?”
“Let me watch you closely. For a long time I watched you from afar.”
“When I was with Luz?”
“Yes.”
“But when I wanted to take you, you would not let me.”
“Out of respect for my friend. In addition you were drunk.”
“I had gotten drunk to encourage me to kiss you.”
“I did not want you in those conditions. But I always knew that you’d be mine.”
“And Luz?”
“If needed I would have killed her.” Exaggerated Valentina. “Or else I would have resorted to a love potion.”
“What is that?”
“Something to put I your drink. It is something that women in Colombia use a lot.”
“Black women who want a white man?”
“And the others too.”
“And how do they prepare it?”
“You don´t want to know.”
“Oh yes, I do.”
Valentina approached her mouth to the ear of the man who laughed.
“I´d rather drink all of that directly from the source.” He said pointing to her groin area. “And would you make me drink that?”
“How do you know that I haven´t done it already?
“Have you?”
“Of course.”
“All right. I see that it is effective.”
The woman changed the subject.
“Tell me! What made you get drunk when you wanted to take me?”
“That morning I had seen you putting your stockings through the mirror. I’m sorry for having been spying.”
“Fool. You’re really naive.”
The man hesitated.
“What does that mean? Don´t tell me you had purposely arranged everything, the room door open, with the closet …”
“Of course. I could not bear it anymore seeing you in bed with Luz. I wanted you with me.”
“Why then you rejected me?”
“Women are contradictory. I wanted you on my own terms”.
Esteban leaned on his back, which caused him pain in his wounds again.
“You know, when I was between your legs I saw a strange glow in your eyes.”
“It could be excitement.”
“It was at the time you were reopening my wounds.”
“And that scared you?”
“On the contrary, it kind of reassured me. I do not know why.”
“I do know.”
“Tell me.”
Valentina told the man the talk she had had with her friend Leah, the psychiatrist. She spoke of the relations of submission and sadomasochism.
“Not only Lucrecia is dependent on your submission. You also are.” She explained.
“How is that?”
“It’s a feature of your personality. I do not know. Do not you realize it yourself? What did you feel when that woman was hurting you?”
“More pleasure.”
“You see.”
“But you’ve reopened my wounds.”
“I already explained it to you. It increased my excitement.”
“Would you do it to another man?”
“Never. It only excites me doing it to you.”
“How do you explain that?”
“I do not know. Submission, so I read it, it is something inherent in a relationship.”
“Then you sadomasochistic too.”
“Only with you.”
After lunch young couple took a walk around the area, that during the day looked less threatening than after sundown, particularly with autumn already arriving. At one point Esteban noted that his cell phone was buzzing in his pocket. He took the message and his face turned ashen.
“Oh no!”
“What happens?” Valentina asked alarmed.
“It’s a message from Lucrecia.”
“Let me see it.” She said in a commanding tone.
The young man handed her the phone. The girl read on the screen.
“I’m two months pregnant. Of course it´s your son.”
“It can be a lie!” Exclaimed outraged the woman.
“I don`t think so. We´ve had sex many times. She refused to use protection.”
“No doubt she wanted to become pregnant and have you trapped.”
“She’s capable of doing that.”
“I won´t let get away with it. I will not lose you even if I have to kill her. This time I mean it. This black woman will not lose her man!”
“Do not talk like that.”
“But there are other things we can do.” Said the woman when she was calmer.
Upon returning they set the TV and watched it from the bed. Valentina began to embrace his torso with her legs in a method she knew was infallible.
“What do you do? “ Asked rhetorically Esteban.
“Counteract that witches plans.” Enigmatically replied the girl.
Valentina was driving the man´s head between her legs.
“I’m so wet with excitement. Do you want me to wash before?”
“ No need. I’ll take care.”
She smiled pleased by the response, took his head of it and put it between her thighs. Immediately she began with her rhythmic swing.
“Take off your shirt.”
“For what?”
“Look at me.”
By lifting his eyes Esteban saw that the woman had a blade in her hands.
“I am already covered by wounds.”
“But those are the wounds of made by that witch. I want my own wounds.”
Esteban looked at the woman in the eyes.
“You’ve got that glint in your eyes.”
“It’s what I need to hold you. You need that share of sadism in me. Put your head where it belongs and let me see your back.”
Valentina waited until Leah reached her with her tray and both sat at one end of the bar, far away from the rest of their coworkers. The friend sensed Valentina had something to tell her, something important and thought she knew what it was.
“I see a smile and at the same time concern on your face.”
“So it is.”
“You have news!”
“Yes.”
“I need you to tell me everything.”
“And I need to tell you everything.”
As they ate the Colombian recounted what had happened since her friend had given her advice. So she narr
ated Esteban´s meetings with his domineering, the monitoring Valentina carried out of those meetings, the physical condition of the young man to the exit, the crossing of anonymous messages, the arrival of the boy to her home and the sex they had had. Valentina then fell silent.
“But there’s something you’re not telling me. True?”
The Colombian woman did not respond. Obviously she was gathering courage to tell her friend the most intimate details.
“Come on! Let it go!” Urged Leah knowing that her demand was close to being fulfilled. Valentina felt the blood rush to her head and face, but began telling her story in detail.
“I see you have not forgotten anything.” Said Leah as she stopped. “You remember accurately everything you did.”
“Every little thing.”
“But you’ve limited to the facts. I want you to tell me what were your feelings and sensations, that is what interests me most as a psychiatrist.”
As Valentina finished her narrative her friend thought for a moment, looking puzzled.
“When you tore his previous wounds you did it just to give him what he needs, as I had explained to you? Hurting Esteban was it a sacrifice to keep him?”
Valentina had not thought about the issue before and therefore had no answer ready; however she replied without hesitation.
“Perhaps what made me decide to do it was that, but then the desire to move forward took hold of me, I felt I could not stop.”
“What made you decide to inflict him new wounds, being that you were sorry for his state?”
“The desire not to depend on the traces left by the witch on his body, to make my own brands.”
“Listen carefully and ponder well your answer. What did you feel when doing the new wounds?”
“An ecstasy I had never known before, I had to restrain myself for not hurting him further.” At that point it was obvious that Valentina felt very uncomfortable with her confession.
“But tell me exactly what you saw and felt.” Leah’s tone grew anxious, and her friend had the perception that it was led her not only by a professional interest.
“Well, what I saw was the wide and muscular back the man I love and desire located between my legs. The contrast between its white flesh and mine filled me with excitement. I wanted to possess him but before I wanted to hurt him. Knowing that you can damage your man and do it repeatedly and that doing so will excite and energize both you and him is an unknown and wonderful experience.”
At that time Valentina realized that she had been carried away by his horniness, and her moral sense came to censor her deeds and words.
“Tell me, Leah. I’m a monster like that horrible woman. Is it not true? What do you feel about me, disgust, revulsion, rejection?”
Leah turned her face to avoid looking at her friend.
“Answer me! What do you feel, repugnance?”
Leah looked her with a contorted gesture.
“No! stupid woman, what I feel is sexual arousal and envy.”
Paradoxically Valentina threw herself into the arms of her friend and both melted into a deep embrace, to the surprise of their coworkers that were watching them from other distant tables. Suddenly they burst into applause. The two women blushed and began to mourn together.
“Tell me.” Whispered suddenly Leah. “Would you let me watch when you do it? Would you and your boyfriend agree?”
“I have to ask, for me it´s fine. Are you interested in a professional manner or out of voyeurism?”
“I guess by the two things.” Leah paused.
“ Valentina, I’m sorry. I insisted on you telling me intimate things, my excitement has led me too far this time.”
“Fool, I was all the time waiting for an excuse to tell you, to boast and brag about what I do to my man. I repeat my question. Does this make me a monster?”
“I’m not a specialist in this type of addiction, although it would be a good idea to devote to them. What I know is that according to recent studies sadomasochism is a trend present in all human beings, and it is only lurking waiting for circumstances to emerge. No my dear! You’re not a monster and I wish I could do what you do.
Epilogue
Lucrecia was visiting Tatiana and both women were sipping their cups of tea. Her cell phone rang shrilly. The woman took it and read the message. Then she shrugged.
“Who sent you a message?”Asked the Russian.
“Esteban.”
“What did he say?”
“His negress is also pregnant.”
“That Polish boy is really a stallion. He made two women pregnant at the same time.”
Lucrecia turned her face away and Tatiana guessed that she was about to mourn, which had never happened before in their long relationship.
“But that’s not all, right?”
Lucrecia did not respond and handed her cell phone. Then the Russian read the entire message.
“When I write this message Valentina is sitting on me. We had a session of “extreme submission”, you will remember the term. She has learned very fast and has all the instincts she needs to have. She is now pregnant. “
Tatiana relented and embraced her pupil.
“I am sorry. You see the boy in whom you had such great expectations went away. I had warned you that this might happen.”
“It no longer affects me. I have met that boy from Rosario I told you about.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty years.”
“He will soon notice that you are pregnant.”
“He does not care. I have him firmly secured.”
“And you always have me.” Added Tatiana.
“I always have you.”
Author’s note: even in the most complex and twisted relationship, everyone can be happy … his way.
Cristelle
Erotic Romance
Copyright 2016 by Oscar Luis Rigiroli
All rights reserved. Neither this book nor any part of it may be reproduced or used in any form without the express written consent of the author with the exception of brief quotations.
Once upon a time there was an African girl who lived in Buenos Aires and was looking for happiness …
Cast of Characters
Cristelle Mboma: Girl from Cameroon.
Federico Colombo: Young Argentine Cristelle´s friend
Chantal Lafleur: Haitian young woman.
Anabelle Lafleur: Chantal´s younger sister.
Lourdy: Chantal´s small daughter.
Lucas Traverso: Federico´s colleague.
Emanuel Lafleur: Chantal and Anabelle´s brother
Cassandra Lafleur: Chantal, Anabelle and Emanuel´s mother
Chapter 1
Cristelle
The woman checked the time on her cell phone and quickened her pace. She had agreed to meet the boy at six o’clock in the evening on a street corner of that neighborhood in Congreso and it was already six twenty. It was simply not right to arrive so late on the first date, although in this Saturday afternoon there was not a lot of people walking around the area, so crowded on weekdays. The girl vaguely remembered the photo of the young man named Federico, his light eyes and red hair. The appointment had been made by telephone, after an exchange of mails through one of the dating sites that infested Internet. She remembered that the man had also said he was one meter eighty-five centimeters tall and slender so that she figured he would be readily recognizable as she crossed him on the street, but above these considerations Cristelle was sure the boy would immediately recognize her. Born in Cameroon thirty years earlier her black skin stood out in Buenos Aires, as well as her silhouette with generous curves.
“I have to stick to that diet again. I gained about four kilos lately.” She mused as she arrived at the appointed corner.
The woman did not see him because he was leaning on a wall looking at the opposite direction from which she came, no doubt expecting to see her come from there.
“Hello Cristelle.” Said he. “I´m Fe
derico.”
She looked at him and could not conceal a gesture of satisfaction; everything that the photo and the description on the dating site showed corresponded to reality. The tall and somewhat gawky boy and his face with regular features pleased her from the beginning. Cristelle was happy to have agreed to the appointment.
They were sitting in a cafe near the house where the girl lived. They had been talking with no fixed topic for a while and the woman decided to ask for some further details. With her soft French accent she asked.
“Well, tell me more about yourself, starting with your name and where you are from. That ridiculous nickname you use on the dating site is obviously not true.”
“My complete name is Federico Colombo, and I was born in Pergamino.”
“Excuse my ignorance about geography. Where is that place?”
“In the province of Buenos Aires, about 220 kilometers from the capital.”
“And why did you come to live here?”
“To finish my studies.”
“And don´t you have universities in your hometown?”
“There are two, but they do not have the career that interests me.”
“What career is that?”
“Graphic design.”
“Did you live in Pergamino with your family?”
“Yes, my parents own a small farm there.”
“Do you have any brothers and sisters? Rural families tend to be large.”
“Yes, my two brothers are still finishing high school and help my father in the fields. My older sister is married and is a teacher at a kindergarten in the city.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-five, as I wrote in the profile of the site you’ve seen. Except for the name, everything else is true.”
“Do you have a girlfriend in your hometown?”
The boy hesitated a moment.
“No a fiancée or a formal girlfriend. Her name is Vanessa. A girl I have gone out with sometimes.”
“Have you slept with her?”
New hesitation.
“A couple of times.”
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