It rains buckets. A thick liquid curtain clouds any attempt to view. Dark, deep night. The cold grips, becomes unbearable. Run, run nonstop. Panic. That terrible fear that paralyzes the senses and keeps screaming. The earth seems to give beneath his feet, sinking into the mud up to the ankles.Furious runaway water veins descend downhill. Everything is unknown, too confusing. Run, run out of breath. Forest. Weeds and spider hits your skin, ripping her clothes. He stumbles, falls flat on his face repeatedly. Blood everywhere, in the hands, body, face dripping mixed with relentless downpour. Feel that metallic taste clung to the throat. You can no more. Take great gulps of air. Do not stop running until exhaustion !. Such thinking is pounding his head. It is your only goal, their only sustenance. Everything spins around like a dervish frenzy is involved. Time and space no longer exist. The clock that governs the world has had to go crazy. No one wants to die. That ancestral instinct adheres to its guts, the twists, urging him to cling to life. Fire and horror. The intense smell of burning flesh in the air fills the lungs, it causes nausea. Not even the tears of heaven are able to eliminate it. In a clearing collapses at the foot of a tree. It is on the verge of fainting. Lift, do not stop, run !. The body does not respond. Acute back pain leads him to surrender.Just get a glimpse of a great heart carving knife in the trunk of the tree. And within a heart letters and some numbers. MR 19 90 Darkness.
She awoke suddenly agitated. Fucking nightmare. Always the same. Always the same dream terror.Not remember the last time I'd been able to sleep until dawn flip. He rose stealthily, lest he awaken the boy who lay beside him, surrounded by a peaceful sleep. He broke his head. He went to the window, lit a cigarette and stared out the window, lost in thought. It was raining. The dim light coming from outside illuminated her naked body giving the appearance of mystical allegory. Petite, twenties, soft curves and light breasts, upturned. Skin pearl and black long hair. His whole back was a large canvas where a phoenix tattooed in full color, showing its impressive rebirth. A true work of art. Face marked by a welt at the height of the nose. Sad eyes, large, disarming blackness. A strangely sensual. Taciturn soul Slow smoked, liturgical, staring. The deep breathing of his companion out of her trance. She watched with some sweetness.
He had met two months before Mirko in a secluded coffee center, a bleak late May. She, tired of puddles, thought that in such a busy day between appointments hot drink and spend some time at guard could do very well. He, two or three years her senior, was a brand new history teacher with devotion by Turkish sweets. After some looks, he dared to make conversation. And do not stop for several hours. He spoke softly, almost whispering, which she loved. Little by little, the quiet girl with sad eyes thawed his heart to beat college anecdote. The young and tender smile that air of clueless apprentice librarian were that day passport to glory.
In the apartment where she lived meager rental melted their bodies to lose self-awareness.Feverish tongues entwined, they sailed off per every inch of their bodies. Mirko savored with delight honey those juicy breasts. Did you wipe kisses the scar that marred face. He drank his fill of ambrosia that the desired sex on fire. She clung to the ardent lover firm buttocks as he thrust gently. He played with his curly blond hair, scruffy beard. He felt the thick shaft sank into his flesh and gave her waves of pleasure. A perfect sexual choreography that brought together to a climax never felt before. Drunk with lust enjoyed overnight. They embraced, with the scent of desire impregnated skin, welcomed the new day. For the first time since she could remember not hated those damn rainy days. Since then saw frequently. But despite feeling love, his tormented spirit prevented him trust anyone. He was crazy about her, but that strange creature turned out to be a great X impossible to clear. Ignored their past and their present hardly knew. Just longed for the future let him stay with her.
Mirko left his peaceful slumber. Not feel his lover close to him he must return the world of Morpheus. For a moment I was silent, staring. The night light and cigarette smoke danced around the naked body of the girl in an image that mesmerized him.
Hi, could you not sleep?. - He muttered, tender. She shook her head.
Another nightmare?. - She nodded.
Crap time. I hate the rain. - He said, tersely
I love it, it relaxes me. And you and I met one afternoon it was pouring.
The.
Mirko went to her and grabbed her waist, kissing her neck, lightly stroking the soft mounds of her breasts. Nudes silence, body against body, looked out the window, smoking half a cigarette.
It is still very early, we go to bed. I want to fuck you, baby. - He pleaded, excited, and the member raised.
No, I must go home now. I work early.
Grrr, working, always working. Still do not know how you work. I do not even know your real name.
You know what I do. And we agreed with the name.
No, I do not know. You told me you were a whore with no name, because I hand didst not going to be dating. And I could call my favorite name. I thought it was a momentary game.
Anna seems to me beautiful. Do you like to call me " the girl of the phoenix ? ".
No, Anna is well. - He replied, discouraged. - Why will not you tell me anything about your life?.
Please Mirko, do not insist. I can not. All in good time.
As you wish. I love you, Anna.
A fiery kiss of love, wet and visceral settled the question.
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