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| Natalie's Confessions Page 3 |
| I make a stop in to-my-opinion awful Como just the time to quickly eat something. Luca8... how disappointing! We sat on a bench in a low hill clearing. Nobody in close proximity. Beatiful was the setting. Flowers, trees, the lake in front of us, Villa Carlotta on the opposite lake shore. I was still plunged in my foolish romance dream, when he took one of my hand and put it between is legs. "Can you feel my hard disk?" he said smiling. "Giga or mega dick?" said I, still unbalanced between virtuality and reality. "More than enough space, as you already know only too well" he panting.. "Yes, I believe I know. It seems to be very dictatorial..." I reluctant, but keeeping my hand on his stiff cloth wrapped cylinder by then more than perceptible. "Yes, it needs you badly and you surely know how to satisfy it, don't you?" he with water in his mouth. "I'll try." I hesitating. "You must, as I know you are a bitch!" while he unzipped the fly of his trousers swollen with humors and anticipations. Afterwards, better to forget. The more so that I too have my faults. It remembers me too much that Mr. XY pig, boring Giovanni, my dead husband and many other sexmaniacs. I pay and go... |
| At Como station, I change my mind and wait for the first train to Lugano. Perhaps Mariuccia is at home. Furthermore I have to check my poste restante at Sottoceneri Bank.. I am not so sure to have gained in that Argentine deal. For the time being I cannot forget. Surely, I will succeed doing it soon thanks to my repression technique. Why Luca8 was so vulgar? Why has he confused at that point virtuality with reality? Perhaps it was not so unreasonable to put my hand on that awful living thing. It was surely too much his taking violently my head, pushing it between his leg and trying to thrust all of his tool into my mouth! That light but persistent odor, that kind of glue which remained stuck to my cheek, that flesh which seemed a lavic flow in color and temperature, those massive hands which clasped my head as a vice and did not want to let it free despite my screams. Before such a gentle guy, now he had turned into a brute. Four-letter words came out of his mouth and he reproached me because he had kept inside him his testicle two days production just to have more of it for me. Bullshit! The more so that we were in a public place, even if then empty. I had plunged back in the nightmare of many years ago. That summer afternoon when Mangella had enticed me, in my early teens, in his shop while I was going to visit grandmohter. The lollipop trap, the violated innocence...everything so obvious to seems a bad fairy tale. Only than from then on... How horrible Luca8 lava jet eruption on my blouse while he kept my head with one hand and with the other he masturbated himself. My flight from the park, while he called me names. My breathless arrival in the first Bellagio hotel I found, after having bought a whatsoever blouse in order to throw away the dirty one. The cathartic shower and the progressive repression. After all nothing really serious had happened. Never to weep too long on themselves... |
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