He picks me up in his Mercedes
Sunglasses on
Both our faces
As if nothing special is going on
I get in
A short glance at each other
He is cool as always
Tries to become a bit younger every time
We are sober
Not drunk as I used to be
Five years ago
Nervous, but not anymore
I put on my best appearance
No pretending
I am someone else
He must take it or leave it
I act strange
But I feel free
He puts on his melancholic face
The culture gap between us is present
We act as if we don’t care
About each other
But when the curtains close
He caresses me and worships my body
As we take of our clothes I watch him
This strange relationship
Dick hard almost before we have touched
My body inpatient waiting for the penetration
His dick in my mouth
But I can’t wait
His dick gliding into me
The first sensation of dick in cunt
The second sensation of dick in cunt
And the third…
The moans
And I feel happy
Fuck me
Just fuck me
I don’t care how, just …
The wave of pleasure riding my body
He comes with a cry
“Oh, how many times I have thought of you when I wank…”
And silence
And then – the giggle that travels from my cunt, through my heart and out of my mouth
Silence and seriousness
No romance just melancholy
His melancholy
Just as if nothing happened
When I meet his eyes
I see only emptiness
Just as if I only am able to amuse him when he makes me come
Only then
He offers me food and wine
But doesn’t seem to feel anything
He cares for me
But makes no effort to know me
The quick, but passionate kiss in the airport
The passion that makes me think again
Is it possible that it isn’t all dirty
