miércoles, 21 de febrero de 2024

an unexpected meeting


Marise and her friends are sitting on one of the terrace along the promenade, enjoying some lemonades and horchatas. The sun shines on their faces, and a gentle summer breeze causes the leaves of the trees along the promenade to sway gracefully. Laura, with a determined expression on her face, interrupts the conversation to ask for more details about Marise's action plan.

Laura: Yes, but how exactly are we going to do it? - she asks after hearing Marise ask for their help in defending the trees along the promenade from being cut down.

Marise: With a determined gesture, she takes some chains out of her backpack and places them on the table. The metallic sound resonates in the quiet terrace, attracting the curious glances of other customers. She explains fervently how she plans to use the chains to chain herself to the trees marked for cutting, thus protecting them from their fate.

- Well, I brought these chains. We're going to chain ourselves to the base of the trees that are marked for felling.

Maria: looks at Marise with concern. The nearby tables are occupied by families enjoying the day, oblivious to the tension at Marise and her friends' table.

Maria: Excellent idea! That way they won't be able to cut the trees without having to deal with us first.

Pedro: raises his hand to be heard and intervene in the conversation - But we have to make sure nobody gets hurt. What if someone tries to cut the trees while we're there?

Marise: Don't worry, I've informed the media. And if they try to cut the trees with us there, it will be a scandal.

Laura: Let's go then! There's no time to lose. We need to protect our natural environment.

Everyone agrees to meet the next day at the promenade, by the riverbank, where the marked trees are. There they will meet Marise who will bring the chains to chain themselves to the trees and banners with slogans in defense of the environment.

Marise: (dialing the phone) Hello, Juan! Where are you guys?

Juan: Hi, Marise! How's the protest going?

Marise: Bad! I'm here alone in front of the trees and nobody has come yet. What happened?

Juan: I'm so sorry. We had some setbacks and I won't be able to make it on time.

Marise: (makes another phone call) Hello Pedro, I need you guys here with me. This is important for all of us. Can you come now?

Pedro: Yes, we got delayed more than we thought. But we're with you in spirit.

Marise: (dialing the phone again) Maria, I was counting on you to save the trees along the promenade... and nobody has come.

Maria: I'm really sorry, Marise, but we're far away and we can't make it right now.

Marise: We need to be together physically to make a difference. I'm disappointed that you're not here.

Maria: Don't worry, we'll be with you as soon as we can. Don't give up!

Marise: (dials the phone again)

Marise: Thank you, guys. I'll be waiting for you here as soon as possible.

After talking on the phone with her friends, Marise feels very disappointed but decides to continue with the protest, without their help.

(sighs) Alright. I'm here, ready to defend our trees, and I won't fail.

Marise chains herself to one of the trees with determination, ready to halt the felling of the trees, and raises her banner in defense of the environment, to make her voice heard despite the absence of her companions. But nobody shows up.

The sun beats down. It's noon and the sun is high. Only a rooster with his hens, from the backyard of some houses that face the river, appears around. The rooster struts around her, at a safe distance, menacingly, making sure she poses no threat.

And Marise, finally, falls asleep.

—Ha! They're probably laughing at us at the police station. They don't understand anything about our way of life, and they don't care that someone cares about the environment.

And amid these reflections, an unusual desire emerges: she sees herself chained with a love lock, a symbol of love as strong as a bridge, unable to be broken by anyone.

—Can you imagine, Wigfredo —Marise says with a conspiratorial smile—. We chain ourselves together and throw the key into the river! Nobody will ever separate us, she says in her dreams

Next to her is Wigfredo, perplexed by what is happening.

—Would you collaborate by signing this petition, We need to stop the felling of the trees. They are part of our history and our landscape —you won't let me down, Marise pleads, handing him a paper.

And finally, Wigfredo responds.

What are we doing here together, Marise?

And then they both realized they were in bed together.

They looked at each other, and she, smiling, asked:

- What are you doing here? How did you appear?

- I was going to ask you the same thing.

But then Marise said:

- Let's see, stories are written like this: You have a lollipop, and I want it for myself.

- What are you saying, Marise?

- I want to make love with you. I want you to enter me and empty yourself inside me.

Wigfredo was paralyzed, but these other words came out of his mouth uncontrollably:

Marise. With those white breasts, so beautiful you have. I would drown in those breasts if you let me. 
Marise's body contoured like that of a velvet cat and she approached Wigfredo, seeking to receive his caresses; He was surprised by the softness of her skin, when he felt her contact, he let himself be carried away by the sensation and hypnotized, he began to gently caress her with his hand.

And then he kissed her on the neck, and his mouth slid over it. - What beautiful breasts you have. He said, as Marise's nipples began to get hard as she felt the passage of her tongue around them. -You're going to get very sick if you let me continue touching you. And he continued kissing her until he reached her navel. There the tongue traced soft circles, leaving a trace of warmth on her skin, while her belly rocked with the rhythm of her panting breathing. Then the mouth continued to no one knows where. What I was looking for. While she felt the fingers enter her interior to caress her in a more intimate way. With the caresses Marise began to feel contractions under her belly. and with an explosion of pleasure and fear he exclaimed. - My God, what are you doing to me. Keep going, it's so beautiful. Marise was then ready, stretched out on the bed and opened her legs so that he could enter her. The two reached an ecstasy that overflowed in a wave of emotions. And she hugged him tightly, feeling him tremble in her arms as he poured himself into her. When it was all over they stayed next to each other, then the two separated to sleep; And before turning off the light, Marise looked at her bewildered lover and said: - Will you be there tomorrow, next to me, or are you a dream so stupid that you will disappear when you wake up? When the morning light returned, it broke the spell and Marise was no longer by my side. I kept thinking about the strange dream, and something wet on my legs reminded me of the intensity of the experience. He had ejaculated during the night and the sheets were wet with semen.

   

 

- Have we not created a sexist story here?
- Don't worry, this story isn't made by Wigfredo, but by Marise.
- What do you mean by that, Marise?
- I mean that it's not sexism for men to say they enjoy having sexual relations with women. What is sexist is that women can't express our enjoyment of sex without being judged as promiscuous.
 
 

mvf.

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