It was in the entrance hall to the Library of the Principal Theater in Burgos, next to the coffee machine, when a young woman, whom my friend and I looked at with desire and haste of passion, placed one of my books, Some Crabs Trills Make Me Dancing Sevillanas, between her two thighs, open in the middle.

That I remember it did me a lot of good, because I felt my penis getting bigger, encouraging me to mess with her cheekily.

She looked at me and signaled me with her eyes. Instantly, I directed my eyes to her crotch. Seeing some hairs, I don’t know if they were small or large, which indicated that she wasn’t wearing panties.

She began to pretend to read attentively and, before turning the page, I got up, placing myself in front of her, unfolding my hands, and marking package, making a very pleasant observation.

“Friend, the truth first. How I would like to conceive a new book in that your Body that enlightens me in language and incites me to passion!”

She looked up from the book, somewhat annoyed, saying:

“Your voice and rough sound define you. You are quite unpleasant. You introduce yourself as an Ass with how well you write.”

I ignored her comment and told her:

“Forgive my boldness. Don’t miss, my daring. I would love to separate your two mules, discovering those two beautiful lips and those two nymphs, opening your vagina wide, pure delight for my white, pure, clean, smooth teeth, just made some implants.”

“Don’t come to me with a story. What you want is to fuck me, right?”

“Well, yes. I want to fuck you as an Ass, because it’s the most gratifying thing a human being can have. History and its Art of Loving tell us about it.”

“I’m going to clarify a few things for you: I’ve been a model for Calzedonia, an Italian company that produces underwear, stockings and swimsuits, and now I’m studying nursing. I have known many cocks essential and typical of this object. They are all very similar; but, the truth is, I haven’t eaten a poet’s dick, which I guess is just like the others.”

“Everywhere, the genitourinary organs are the same: beautiful. Of all the postures of the Kama Sutra, which one do you like the most?”

“I like the position of the Starfish. The male climbs on top of me, placing his arms together with mine’s, emitting the sperm inside my vagina from the stimulation of his eggs or balls.”

“Sounds good to me and I’d like to try it. I know that we all fuck equally without any difference in posture. But I believe that I will be far superior to others who have inhabited you.”

“Yes, everywhere, a man who is a good man knows how to fuck well. The loudness of the clamor or scream during sex depends on whether the male is young or old or sick. How are you?”

“I think I’m going to answer as you deserve. When do we do it?”

“Now I have to study; and it is fair that we leave it for another time. Also, I want to finish reading your book and give it a eulogy when we fuck.”

“Sounds good to me, friend. Can you give me your phone?”

“No. Another day. We’ll meet again at the Library, and then we’ll meet so you can eat me and screw up the cake.”

“Remember that I will outdo your other males. My reason is simple, intelligible, penetrating.”

Let’s see if it’s true, lovely.