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Fraudulent Fertilisation

Episode 70

Ricardo Ludovico Gulminelli

Global Fiction

First publication: October 2002

http://badosa.com/n145-71

Roberto was happy, drunk with new sensations...

“This woman I have before me, so attractive,” he thought, “lucky old me, she’s going to be mine... She’s nervous, I mustn’t hurt her or make her uncomfortable.”

He took her delicately in his arms, kissed her forehead, her cheeks and her lips. He pressed her against his body, her heart was beating nineteen to the dozen... He enjoyed the music of her heartbeats; he felt her opening up, offering herself to him as she got used to him. Between sighs and sweet words, Rocío took on a more and more active role. Roberto’s hands descended to her waist, and then lower down. He caressed her back, her neck, her breasts. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse, one by one; removing her petals in an adventure which was exciting for Rocío as well. She no longer felt any shame. Her instinct, a wild femininity, had taken possession of her. She abandoned herself to those forces, feeling unknown. At last she was a woman. The quest was over.

“I can feel, I can vibrate!” thought Rocío. “At last, I’ll never regret it...”

Almost without realising, they found themselves in Roberto’s big bed. They were both passionate, exchanging kisses.

“It’s good to see her in the nude,” Roberto said to himself, “to touch her, to hold her in my arms... I’m not disappointed, she’s just like I imagined.”

He inhaled amongst her golden hair. A delicious aroma of jasmine emanated from it, her skin also had an exquisite, indecipherable fragrance. Her body took possession of him, he was very fortunate. “It’s enough to make you believe in God,” he thought... When he entered her, Roberto felt as if her were making incursions into an exciting world; it fascinated him to enter so intimately in the depths of Rocío, to savour her spiritual richness, to appreciate her conscious delivery of herself. Rid of her prejudices, she moved with complete freedom, at last she had liberated her strengths. She wanted him to enjoy her, and she achieved it. She offered herself to him generously, without any resistance, feverishly.”

Daybreak found them happy in each other’s arms; they were united without need for bridges. The moments they had lived so intensely belonged to them. The happiness experienced, the pleasure shared, and that which could well be called love, had linked them forever. At least, that’s what it would be like in their memories. And that was not to be sniffed at...

Translation: Peter Miller (© 2002)