Pink Eye

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It was eleven at night and Carolina, as usual, had jilted her boyfriend, that who was to supposedly not go out alone on weekends, had been working late for the seventh time in a week. Resigned to another evening without company, he ordered another beer. Suddenly, he noticed a handsome man watching from the next table, almost frightening way. Then keep the look a few seconds, the stuck in the glass because his eyes began to burn. When he raised his head, the man sitting next to her. She gave a little jump with shock and he did not even flinch, just he continued to stare with an unhealthy devotion Neither spoke a word him because she did not want him because he could not;… and his mouth was sealed by his uncanny impression presence caused him, for no apparent reason impression is transformed gradually in a concentrated heat in his groin. he did no more than observe, but only that she felt that her panties were already wet. He could not explain it, but he wanted inside. When I was about to jump him, he began to relate a story.

” The year was 1522 when I met you. Toured the world and landed in Spain. He hoped to find a reason, to not cross my heart with a dagger. To my dismay, I had not met me on that occasion in several decades of travel. And it has more than a hundred years after his arrival to the world, while walked mostly lifeless, he was tired. He did not have someone to visit the countries to know that I lacked. With loneliness as my only companion, the most beautiful landscapes were just garbage. In the beginning it was exciting always keep me young and strong, but it was no more. There is nothing funny about dying to see the people you love, one after another. Knowing that you can not meet with them because you are already dead, because when your body turns to dust your soul will go to heaven because they do not have one, because you are empty, because you are condemned, it is the worst hell. He was tired. Almost she pleaded not find the reason to finally rest, or at least not to find eternal peace, not stepping over the land below which lay my dreams. Then you came along, with your big eyes, mesmerizing roses. Then our paths crossed and I felt, but it was impossible, my heart beat again.

You you moved gracefully between lines of people buying variety of things, through the streets of the market. It was there that among ordinary people, who do not sleep in beds with silk and gold railings are always the most interesting, the purest of personalities, who have not been corrupted by money or power. I was right, there you were. With your black hair near your lower back. With that dress, which I thought was older than me, like hue. Without at least some old sandals protect your feet. Without a drop of makeup. With your face as clean as your spirit. With the innocence of your less than twenty. With your dormant sensuality I let myself believe, I had been waiting for. Everyone in your path, turned to stare at see. I could not blame them. You were the most beautiful creature I had seen my eyes. I called in my mind not knowing your name and looked at me. You looked so … that made me want to mourn. I was happy, very happy. For the first time in nearly a century, I smiled. I returned the gesture and walked towards me. I gave her hand in greeting and kissed her. My, always cold, lips slightly heated by contact with your skin. Opened his mouth and I knew that the glory had a name. Camila

I wanted to say as he called me, but I could not. Not that he was uneducated, but I see you had forgotten my name. All those years of experience, conquering the most beautiful and magnificent women, to no avail at the time. I knew then that you were not any woman. You had the smug personality of a queen, but the beauty of a goddess. You knew you could not conquer. He could not offer money or fame, you had it all. I knew it was you who did it with me. He does not forgot to say a phrase, just by looking at me it was yours. I knew you were the reason so eagerly, and with few results had been looking for. All that time to live in darkness, was forgotten to hear your voice and your heart. The joy that came over me was so great that made me a clumsy and I took a canteen. Any other had slapped me, but not you. You accepted willingly and, linking your arm through mine, walked to the little prestigious place. We sat at the bar. We ordered a couple of drinks. I went back to look into your eyes staring, memorizing every millimeter of them and remember them in my many hours of sleep. Then it was that surprised me. Without warning you kissed me. I felt that life had given me.

They were few seconds your lips to mine stuck, but enough to convince me that you loved. I took you by the hand and left the dirty place, ignoring the cries of the owner who demanded we paid what we had ordered. For a moment, when I called to mind, I blamed to take advantage of your innocence, your inexperience, but when you kissed me I realized that so wanted and remorse vanished. The fear of taking my bed and cause some sort of trauma, left when your tongue entered my mouth, telling me that I wanted to come in with something else. We walked slowly towards the inn, saying more than two words. I never liked to talk too much. I always thought the words were out of place when silence told you so, but no other woman understood. All were determined to fill the void with their irritating little shrieks, but you do not, you also liked the silence. It was as if you were destined to be mine and I you. You were perfect, but I was a monster. I cried like a child when I remembered my reality, one which could not tie if I was really in love. I asked you to stay away before I hurt you, but you did not listen. You pulled me into a dark alley. You kissed me again.

You separated my lips to yours, giving way to your language, who traveled each and every one of my teeth. You had me pinned to the wall. Hidden behind piles of garbage, you pegabas your body against mine. Your small, firm breasts were crushed against my chest. The frotabas up and down against my shirt, eroding the fabric of your dress, which minutes later ended up breaking. I looked down, unable to part with your mouth, and your breasts had been released. I could feel her and smell her soft whiteness. I took them with both hands and embonaban perfectly, as if they were made for each other. You suspirabas way between cut, with my saliva flooding your throat. Your nipples, dark and provided with your tits, stood competing with the hardness of my cock, pulsing pressure from your pubis. I stopped for a moment your superior attributes and focused on your round and generous buttocks. I ripped that part of your dress and stroked barrier between. The more I pushed at me, to feel your sex more attached to my penis, to give me an idea of ??how wonderful it would enter your body. The constant rubbing of our intimacies, still above fabrics, was intense and made me lose my mind. I could not help more. I behaved like what it was: a beast

. I undressed with great violence. My eyes were bright, full of lust, even I could see the reddish glow amid the shadows. Love had gone into the background. What mattered to me was not being able to possess more. All he wanted was to sink my manhood in your gut, pour my fluids inside you, join my misery forever. I changed positions and I slammed into the wall. I sucked your mouth because her lips were not those who use, but my tongue, then all your anatomy. I covered with my dirty spit up more hidden corner. After having done that, I got lost between your legs. I plunged into the sea was your vulva, drinking its intoxicating waters, savoring each fold of its surface and background. You closed your eyes you. Moaned without stopping, as if you knew that underneath all that rudeness was a begging for a little love he did not know very well, like asking to be. Your temperature increased and that maddened me, because I indicated that what you liked, because calmed my insecurities. You asked me to penetrate you with babbling and my cock to explode under my pants also prayed for it, but I wanted you to come to a climax with my tongue, which empaparas my face with your coming. That was shortly. You sank my teeth and the time came. A stronger yelled he announced.

I took every ounce of your run and then I joined. I pulled my phallus from his prison. I placed the tip at the entrance of your cave and pushed with the same violence of previous acts. Your nails dug into my back and your teeth into my shoulder. The pain that you caused the thickness of my instrument was very big, but I did not care. I lunged with all my energies from the beginning. So I asked what pleased me transmitting your narrow and warm pussy pressing its walls my swollen member. I knew when coming in and out of your body, that nothing of what had once lived compared to this. No one could say have experienced everything, without have had you, because I observed that magic roses in your eyes, it was just a small sample of your potential. As I went through with my cock, everything else did not matter, my mind filled with your scent and your name. My happiness was complete when your screaming stopped and became gasps. When the pain you free. It was then that I did not stop. I rode as the wildest of the mares, feeling like a second my satisfaction, it became bigger and bigger. I pressed hard against my chest. You said ” I love you&quot ;. I exploded inside you and moments later did me in. Everything was over. It was the same again.

I gave my coat, so you cover yourself pits your dress. We begged you to leave before, in a moment of selfishness, you steal more than an orgasm. I looked into his eyes and saw nothing, not even her love for you, because you see that this was real or not being what I was. I thought you’d come out and frighten away, but no. You came to my ear and whispered: ” I hope tomorrow at this same location. Tomorrow I will be yours forever&quot ;. I was petrified with your words. Turned and gave emprendiste your way, I can not tell you at least goodbye. I spent a long time standing there, thinking about what you told me. He tried to convince me that indeed had agreed to spend your life with me, knowing what was inside of me, having seen through my eyes my emptiness and loneliness, but I had a hard time. I could not believe that someone as beautiful as you were, I would condemn its existence to eternal death, full of suffering more than joys. It was difficult, but I managed. I left feeling toward the inn long as he did not, happy. I woke up several times, for fear of soñarte in flames. The joy blinded me. I thought those images were because of my fears. I could have saved if I’d known you were a warning, but no. My love signed his death warrant. Sorry indeed.

When the next night I was heading to the alley witness our delivery, a large crowd in the main square called my attention. ” They will burn a witch&quot ;, they said some villagers amazed. ” By&quot ;, heretic complemented other. I knew that to do so would be late for the appointment, but I could not help stopping. He wanted to see who was the unfortunate. I was curious to know who was the woman who, having rejected the proposals unbecoming a close friend of the Inquisition, was sentenced to death by fire. When I got to where would the execution, the few remains of life I had left, vanished. The unfortunate woman would die for his alleged heresy, it was you, my Camilla, which would return some sense to my eternal journey. I found out from the hustle and looked at me with your big eyes and mesmerizing roses. I guessed my intentions and asked him not to. I said you could die burned bear an injustice, but also knowing that I leave this world. I could not refuse to oblige. Flames will gradually wasted away. The brightness of your eyes was lost in the fire red, taking any shred of kindness in me. And along with them she died the human part that still lurked in my body.

I killed all those present, trying to calm the suffocating pain of your departure. I cut the neck dozen people and drank all his blood, trying to return my desire to continue, but nothing. Each light that looked like someone else, I felt more miserable subsided. Your body charred, still tied in the middle of the square; and your pink eyes did not return, nor ending the existence of the cutest babies. That desire to stake my heart with a dagger, with the same let go so many heads that night, reappeared. I stood atop the mountain of corpses. I looked at the sky. I raised the knife to my chest level, and when he was about to run me through with it, an idea came to my mind, sent for you, my sweet girl. The new reason we continue walking among the dark, would be to find the reincarnated body in which the soul of my beloved, your soul. I left the place, leaving thousands of lives in my way, and began a different journey, one that I would stop where your eyes shine again. I searched and searched for five hundred years and found no case more than punishment. The forces left me again and there you appeared. I did not until I met in this bar. Not until I looked at your big, mesmerizing pink eyes, and I knew that behind all your modernity, were you, my Camila “.

Carolina was petrified by history. Do not know if it was that he had a really overwhelming personality, his desire repressed, how angry she was with her boyfriend or that story so full of what she thought they were, lies, but there was no other thought in his head, which it was not having sex with that strange, live forever together. Obeying impulses, he took his hand and went to the bathroom. He made sure that was empty and went to begin kissing passionately. I was excited enough, did not need something prior to penetration. She took off her skirt and panties and he unbuttoned his pants. He pulled out his already erect member and invited him to pierce him. They began a frenzied puts and takes that soon led both to orgasm. When this happened, the mystery man opened his mouth and jammed his fangs into the neck of her lover. The blood of women drank and gave her try yours. Carolina felt the life leave her to seize her a strange feeling of emptiness. It is no longer called more so thereafter would be Camila, the companion of the mysterious man, who in a fit of selfishness caused by many years of loneliness, became one of their own.