sexua birtuala / virtual sex

 2029

Gaur sexua birtuala, biei gustatzen zaigu. EZ dago GIB edo haurdunaldi arriskurik! Ezta biluzik harrapatuko gaituztenik ere! --- Irudi bat, amets bat, sexualitate errepikakorraren barneko ikuspegia da hau, ea argizko hitzekin marraztu dezakedan… --- Eguerdia, udaberria, argiz beteriko gela, landa etxea Z. Hitz egiten dugu, barre egiten dugu aske, elkarri begietara begiratuz, inork epaitu gabe gure arteko begiradak. Oso pre-Kafie, makro-infidelitate bikoitza edo, agian, jada aske biok… Maitemindu berriak bagina bezala musukatzen gara, distiratsu, azkar, gosez biok… Atzera pausoak ematen ditugu, M-ren maitasun dantza bat da hau. Frustratuta, azkar kentzen ditugu arropak, botoirik hautsi gabe. --- Azala elkarri deskubritzen ikusten diogu. Zutik besarkatzen gara, gure sabelek elkar musu ematen dute. Gure beso eta eskuak elkarri bizkarra jaten diote, egarriz. --- Hortzak lepoan, suge bikoitza! Belarri bat joan, bestea etorri, zure masailezur mesolitikoak eta zedrozko sudurra miazkatzen ditut. Nire ezpainekin zure bekainak, betileak eta betazalak laztantzen ditut... Zuk ni astintzen nauzu, gehiago irauteko, Txo! erotuta! Nire hatzak zure aluan sartzen ditut, ginekologiako ikasle bat banintz bezala anatomia klasean. Nire eskuak zure aldakak, kokxis, pubis, benus, zilborra, titiak ukitzen dituzte... dagoeneko badakit zure areolen forma, tamaina eta kolorea, titiburu eta bular ikonikoak... asmatuko dut! ikusiko duzu! gordinik jango ditut, ahotan eta eskuetan nahi ditut, amodioa xurgatzen, hiltzen naiz zure titiekin egoteko! Zureak dira, baina uzten dizkidazu, bai? --- Hemen nire ikuspegi sexuala, sarketa barnekoa, uste dut biok gustuko izango dugula; momentuz, nire gogokoena da. Kamasutra tantriko multiorgasmikoak asmatzen nabil, gerra bakoitzeko 3-4 borroka nahi ditut, 2 ordu, bai? Atsedenaldiak, interludioak, pausoak, jakina. --- Goaz: Miazka egin eta elkar astindu ondoren, gorputzaren %99ean musuak emanez, hitz egin, tostak jan, zerbait gustukoa edan… Sarketa bai, baina angeluak, maiztasuna, errepikapena, sakonera, abiadura, trikimailuak? Misioneroa berriz asmatua, bai. Zutik atzetik ere, bai. Zu goian, aurrez aurre, noski. Eta azken horren aldaera: zu goian, baina biraka, 360 graduko plazer angelu ezberdinak probatuz, M lodikoteaz baliatuz, ez hain luzea, jada konparatuko zenuen, baina ezker aldera okertuta dago. Beraz, zure zilindro hutsa osotasunean ukitzen da, zu biraka zabiltzan bitartean. --- Zuk zutik, ni ohean etzanda jartzera behartzen nauzu, zakila tente, garbi, zure kremekin lubrifikatuta, maiz ekartzen dituzunak gure 2029ko topaketetara... Zutik jartzen zara, zure iztaiak nire alboetara, orkatilak nire pelbisera ukituz, eta ohea zure orpoekin hondoratzen da, nire ipurdia grabitate gabeko zulo artifizial batean gelditzen da, gure 50 urteko lizunkeriaren ondorioz. Zure kobazuloa taupadaka ikusten dut, orro egiten du, desira tantaka, kolore bizi batekin. Bai, beti bizirik egon da... --- Zuk belaunak tolesten dituzu, eskuak luzatzen, biak, nire zakil ertaina baina lodia eta 3Dn hartzen duzu... Zutik mantentzen duzu, beherantz jaisten zaren bitartean, atzealdetik, orain zure ipurdi zuri-zuri, leun, eder hori ikusten dut, uzki depilatua perfektua... planetak zakil forma balu bezala, lurreratzen zara gainean... Glandea zure lorearen milimetrotara dagoenean, geldirik geratzen zara, grabitate gabe, harrokeriaz, euskalduna zara! Zure hanketako indarrez harro, arreta osoz zaindutako azal, hezur eta giharrez... zu. --- Gelditzen zara, zure klitorisa nire zakilarekin ukitzen duzu minutuz luzez, nire kidea izugarri puzten, zure alua gosez. Zure lepoa biratzen duzu, zure profila ikusten dut, nire aurpegia ekstasiaren atarian, eta jaisten zara, estaltzen nauzu, sartzen naiz, milimetro batean minutuko abiaduran! Erotuta! Zein indarra, uste dut zure iztarrak indartzeko egiten duzula! Eroa, ero-eroa! Tantrikoa baino tantrikoagoa, uneaz erabat kontziente, isiltasunean, gure genitalen azalaren marruskadura entzuten da, egurrezko mahai batean hatzak pasatzea bezala... --- Zure barnera heltzen naiz, zure ipurdia nire pubisean, zure bizkar ederra margolan magiko bat da. Behin han, gure genitalen muga fisikoan, dantzatzen zara, nire bizitza berriko dantzari, 54 urte? Ez dio axola! 99 arte egingo dugu hau! Eta ezin dugunean, paseoak, besarkadak, elkar ikustea, hitz egitea, jatea, bisitatzea, egitea, barre egitea...

Today, virtual sex — we both like it. No risk of STDs or pregnancies! No chance of getting caught naked either! --- An image, a reverie born of recurring sexuality, is the vision. Let’s see if I can draw it in words made of light… --- A room flooded with light, midday, spring, rural house Z. We talk and laugh freely, looking into each other’s eyes, with no one judging that we’re seeing each other. Very pre-Kafie — a massive double infidelity, or maybe… we’re both already free. We kiss like new lovers, radiant, fast, both starving. We step back — it’s M’s love dance. We undress frantically, but without tearing any buttons. --- We watch each other discovering skin. We hug standing up, our bellies kissing. Our arms and hands devour each other’s backs — ravenous. --- Teeth at the neck — double snake! An ear goes, another comes, I suck on your Mesolithic cheekbones and your cedar-wood nose. I caress your eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyelids with my lips… I sip, and you jerk me off so I’ll last longer, Txo! you’re crazy! I slide my fingers into your vagina — I feel like a gynecology student in anatomy class. My hands trace your hips, coccyx, pubis, Venus mound, belly button, divine tits — I already know the shape and size and color of your areolas, nipples, and i-conic breasts — I’ll get it right, you’ll see! I’ll eat them raw, all of you in my mouth, sucking love — I’m dying to have them in my hands and mouth. They’re yours, but will you lend them to me, bai? --- Here’s my sexual vision — penetrative — I think it could be our favorite. So far, it’s mine. Fantasizing about multi-orgasmic tantric kamasutras — I ask for 3-4 battles per war, 2 hours, bai? With breaks, interludes, pauses, of course. --- So here I go: After sipping, mutual jerking, kissing 99% of our skin, talking, eating toast, drinking something we both like... Penetration, yes — but angle? Frequency? Repetition? Depth? Speed? Tricks? Missionary, reloaded, yes. Doggy, of course. You on top, facing me — obviously. And then this variation: you on top, turning and twisting, trying 360 degrees of pleasure, making the most of M being thick — not too long, you’ll have compared already — and curved to the left. So your hollow cylinder gets touched in its full glory while you rotate. --- You're squatting, you tell me to lie down on the bed, cock upright, clean, lubricated with your favorite creams you bring to these regular 2029 encounters... You stand, your calves on either side of my hips, your ankles touching my pelvis, and the bed sinks under your heels. My ass floats in antigravity — an artificial hole created by our fifty-something lust. I see your pulsing cavern, I hear it roar, it drips desire — a vivid color — yes, it was always alive. --- You bend your knees, reach down with both hands, hold my average but thick and 3D cock... You keep it upright as you descend, facing away from me — now I see your pale snow-white butt, smooth, a beautiful little ass, a perfectly waxed anus... You descend like landing on a planet shaped like a cock. When your flower is just millimeters from the tip, you pause — in antigravity — showing off, really. You’re Basque! Proud of your strong, toned legs, cared for with full mindfulness of skin, bone, muscle... you. --- You pause. You rub my cock against your clit for minutes, swelling me monstrously, my cock aching for your pussy... You turn your neck — I see your profile, you catch my ecstatic face in the corner of your eye — and you begin to lower, covering me, I enter — one millimeter per minute! Crazy! Such control — I think you do it to tone your thighs! Crazy, crazy! Tantric beyond tantric, fully conscious of the moment — silence — only the slow friction of our genitals can be heard, the audible rub, like fingertips gliding across a wooden table… --- You reach the bottom in a few minutes — once there, your ass meets my pubis, I see it, I admire it — your beautiful back like a magical canvas. Once there, at the physical summit of our genitals, you dance — dancer of my new life. 54? Who cares! We’ll do this until we’re 99! And when we can’t anymore — walks, hugs, seeing each other, talking, eating, visiting, doing, laughing...