Her secret
A spicy little story
“That weird chick is sure to be a friendless virgin,” they murmured as they saw the girl with thick glasses and baggy sweaters pass by. They laughed at every step she took. She just let them be. None of them knew that when night fell, she transformed into a wild beast. Hidden in the shadows of the night, May was looking for men willing to devour her with the hottest passion that her body could ever have imagined.
“Would you like to walk me home?” That was the way her wildest nights usually began.
“Of course,” the gentleman in question would usually reply, with a smile capable of lighting up the entire city.
Dozens of lips had touched hers. Every night, her slim body was touched and kneaded as if it were a loaf of bread. Strange sweats mingled with hers, giving rise to the sweetest of aromas.
A couple of virtual friends who knew about May’s escapades asked her if she didn’t feel ashamed for behaving that way, to which she, with all the confidence in the world, answered “no”.
In a transit hotel bed, May was free to show herself to the world as she was. Without the masks that the world required the young woman to wear daily. Naked, she was free to moan or scream however she pleased.
Masculine hands scrutinized every corner of her body, so feminine, yet, so strange. The slim girl closed her eyes and in an instant, born and died in the arms of her lover in turn.
The next day, she knew it would be her turn to go home alone, and frankly, she couldn’t care less.
On her skin was printed a passion capable of melting an iceberg.
