After Lola and I were married I’ve discovered some new emotions lurking inside me. She isn’t too attractive but she could melt the snow with her kindness. It is a pleasure to watch her do things, things like holding a cup of wine or how she undresses herself shamelessly whenever she feels like it. There is nothing more pleasuring than a naked woman lit by candle light. Lola has secret talents to make me feel gravity. I’m not saying that she knows everything but I have no defense against her sweet attacks. She has special powers but you should not waste your imagination on an ordinary sex episode between lovers. I’ll tell you why. She has this dark light radiating from her eyes, like a stuffed eagle is captivating all your attention by starring you with its death. She is able to extract from me a mix of fear and passion feelings deserting me to an almost spiritual orgasm. It’s like drinking snake poison voluntarily and at the same time sticking a thorn in my heel until sensations are beating up my body to exhaustion.
How are you? Such a simple question! She only asks this when she falls far away into her dark mind. I ask her to wait a minute but before I get my second breath she opens my fly and with a gentle series of movements she pulls out my penis. I can feel her hand cream with my penis and her hot breath cuts my chest all the way down. She looks down and away staying still and lost. I am trying to stay alive at this moment. I can hear my blood trough all my veins speeding up and I feel my heart is about to run off. I’m a small stone connected to a big mountain. I don’t know what to say to her, I can’t. I keep quiet. The dog happens to pass by.
We have a stone house with big windows, right at the entrance of the cemetery. I build that cemetery in the back yard but I had to expand it so much over time, it overtook the house. It’s a cemetery with a house now. My wife was eating a green apple in front of the fireplace window and she seemed lost in her own reflection. The storm is coming, I said walking close to her and searching the dark sky trough the window. She turns her head facing the fire and tells me: I know you’re a vampire. And I know why some of the stones in your cemetery have no names carved in. Yet! I said with a dry voice. The wind is picking up and becoming more violent. No tree can stand up and every single loose thing is flying away rapidly. The wind is blasting off the main door downstairs and a mad wind occupies the entire house. Let’s go, Lola. I shouted. I took her by the hand and we walked outside all the way to the last row of stones in the cemetery. The storm is now in full power, with heavy rain, thunders and mad earthly sounds.
This is your stone, my dear. One day when you will try to strike my heart with your love, kindness, children or regrets, I will write your name on this stone. I will never love you! I lift up her dress, she leans over her stone on her belly, the rain drops foreplay, I stroke and vibrate, life’s energy flickers… The dog happens to pass by.