The explorer was out of his mind, lost in his trial of lust. Following a kiss from hell he found a lizard, peacefully sleeping under the sun on a rock. The radiant yellow keeping away the fears of a whole live. The lizard was a sign of the Powers That Be (if They really Are), the steady sword against lust. The wisest way to live on the earth.
But the heat was inside him. Until it went out. Sometimes in the dark, sometimes on a lazy afternoon. But always crashing against other hot flesh, going deep and hard inside someone's tight arse. Deeper and harder. Screaming in pleasure.
The lizard warms its cold blood under the sun. Taking a nap.
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1 comment:
Buenos días,
soy Elisa asunción, mujer de Jaime Lima. Mi marido me encarga escribirle el siguiente mensaje (es sabido por todos que él sólo lee el polaco). Yo me permito la licencia de darle mi opinión sincera: siga escribiendo, leerle es un placer.
Mensaje del sr. Lima:
La lagartija te ha descubierto.
En Polonia no se habla inglés. Tampoco se aprende.
Toda va bien.
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