One day, a little whore from La Ballesta Street in Madrid told me that she grabbed my cock in a cocktail bar, pulling it up to a floor above the bar:
“I like to do sex at room temperature. By chance, the Donkey Brawls when it has the feed ready.”
I followed her like a blind man with rapture.
But, what a disappointment: she had the manger in chaos and full of other feeds of other people’s cocks, which seemed to me like those illustrious gentlemen of Climate Change who spend every day licking their own cock with the desire to deceive us with the tricks of the Climate, or Climax.
When I returned to the cocktail bar, some friends and acquaintances told me:
“You left with a whore of great fame. I don’t know if you have had time to read the short messages that the visitors of her who have passed through her have written around her Pussy.”
I told them:
“Oh, she has been a normal fuck. Aunts don’t know how to fuck and even less to jerk us off. How many lies and lies I have unearthed from her Pussy. With such a good erection dick, it’s easy to spread your legs and sing:
‘Ale, to fuck has been said, macho.’
“We men do everything. Oh, and yes, I remember that I read written on her woman’s dick, the clitoris, a little writing that said:
‘I wish I hadn’t listened to you’ — Persio.
Amid the hubbub of the bar, we roar like laughing animals.
I, raising my voice, kept telling them:
“What a punishment for men who, when our dicks get stiff, we have to fuck even if we ignore it, or it disgusts us. The erect cock makes us daring. When we carry our dick erect, the girls who notice it deceive us like fools.”
Without realizing it, I suffered a daring erection and, unintentionally, I got behind the ass of an aunt, and I began to rub my cock against it like those who go out in the subway or crowded bus, or priests with the pious in the sacristy of the temple.
She consented, because she did not withdraw from me or say anything, noticing that her ass had had affection for my cock and her ejaculation.
“Virgilio,” the friends told me laughing, “save your fury for another try.”
Among fools and so many covered in the same Sex, I ran out of the bar, because my wife, at this hour, had the feed ready for me, yelling at them:
“Have more respect for Sex.”
Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet, painter and photographer. He’s a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, Friends of the Blake Society, and others. Daniel is the director of Gallo Tricolor Review and Robespierre Review. He participated in many festivals of poetry and theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover, and Genève.
