Borrowed love

Even at dawn the day is dark,
the night almost awake
because you were only watching his dream.
You dress again with your rigid armour,
the one that tries to hide the pain and makes you look strong.
Plunged into helplessness
you feel that your life is there,
you look to the sky and to the supreme you ask for strength
you argue with her, you ask her why,
your faith vanishes, but you return in search of it..
You are her lap, her almohoda,
your kisses have the gift of relieving his pain,
everything will pass small! you say to him with certainty,
your arms become your greatest security
and the beats of his heart in your serenity.
You avoid sinking into a sea of despair but tears inevitably come, you feel a void in your heart, but you cling to a hope and look again to Heaven Where are you Lord?
You go back to his side, then you whisper to his ear: “A garden full of flowers awaits you, where you can run and be happy, I will go later and embrace you very tightly, never to let you go”.
An ephemeral smile detached his face, a sweet look gave some peace to your heart, but then a deep sigh fired hope, now his hands no longer squeeze yours, his eyes can no longer see shine, now dream deeply in that beautiful place.
It’s the darkest day of all, even if you feel that you don’t breathe and a burning burn your soul, even if the words of the world sound empty, even if you want to shout of anger and pain, you know that will pass, the calm will come to your life, because 5 years of love borrowed, showed you how warlike you are, mom.

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A warm look,
that undresses me as I pass,
I immerse myself in fantasies,
You take my mind to fly.

Me caresses without touching me,
and I don’t want to give up,
to live for an instant,
wins the desire to feel.


Waiting would be a torment,
my pores scream for you,
My body wants yours,
Don’t be late, come and get me.

An inevitable encounter,
led to the desired moment,
A kiss starts everything,
You got in my arms,
desperate caresses…

…the sweet honey from your lips,
your hands between mine,
between sheets we fight,
a struggle of dominion,
is unleashed, we don’t wait.



Then you make your entry,
furious wild beloved,
I receive you between caresses,
My legs have caught you,
my breasts are yours,
like a desperate madman.

Totally shuddering,
my wet body trembles,
merged into one,
exquisite orgasm you have arrived.

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Thank you for reading me.

Hidden innocence

One more day, you wake up, it’s 10 in the morning, even with make-up in your eyes, even with traces of an undesirable but real night, then in your bed a deep sigh comes out of you, you think about your family, about the lie of a decent job, your parents need to survive, paying for college is your priority, you feel that you must do it, even if you don’t want to, every day you try to ignore the past, you erase yesterday..
The phone rings, a new appointment is added to your agenda, executive coat and tie will be waiting for you tonight, money abounds, feelings are facing you inside, joy, relief, anger, annoyance, anger, that’s when you wonder why you do it, that’s when you want to erase that day when your friend convinced you to do it, that’s when you recognize that vanity and desire to be beautiful clouded your reason.
Although your appearance is different, your ineffable beauty and your overflowing sensuality, although your eyes shine with a false blue and your long and abundant hair attract those who cross your path, you are still that simple, natural girl, who sometimes looks out to look at that hard world, but you force to hide inside you..
You’re not her and you know it, you don’t know the girl in the mirror, makeup, surgeries and voluptuousness characterize you, beautiful garments adorn you, luxurious gifts you receive and embellish you, and expensive places you frequent now, they display you as a prize, they show you as theirs, and even if you are wiped out by society, you don’t care, even if your dreams are torn away you decided that way..
Then comes the hour when you don’t want to think, when you want the weather to make his flight, the moment when he undresses your shame, when he releases your bra the caresses from his hands are like thorns, when you are invaded by aversion, repulsion, boredom, when you must accept that your body does not belong to you, when you do not want to think, do not want to breathe, but you must do it, you must smile, do your job and make him happy…
Wake up, one more day, it’s 10 in the morning, after a long shower where you try to erase that night, amnesia becomes your best friend, you get ready, because the mall is waiting for you…

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Alice was terrified, the rays of the sun had set on her, told her that she was coming back to finish what she had started, her breathing was agitated, she heard her car, he was furious, the man had seen her with her lover, he had a knife with him, where you are,” she shouted, found her, took her by the hair, she fought for her life, had no compassion.
In front of his eyes, a woman in black went through the wall and extracted the man’s soul, only her body remained in that hut. Alice ran into the woods.

This contest is a part of the 100-word tasker,here


Some days are gray, others a little….For a world without homophobia

Some days are gray, some days not so gray,
one more race to beat, sometimes you take it easy,
others, anger comes first…
It’s like a never-ending battle,
you take a deep breath,
there you go again, you look in the mirror and you say:
“I’m like that, so what!…”
You go out into the world…. with a sense of security, of power;
but, deep down, you’re scared.
They bother you,
insults and jokes are part of the day at school,
the homophobic speeches of some professors,
Anyway, try to ignore it;
you only dream it’ll be different,
you only dream of a world that accepts you,
you only dream about everything being perfect,
so you can hold hands with that special guy,
but… you only dream…
In your boring history class, you think about your family,
Your father’s gone, Mom’s upset,
though it has begun to approach again,
but your brother seems to hate you….
“Maybe I shouldn’t have been born, I’m a mistake.”
Your eyes are clouded for a moment,
but you’re back to reality, back to your hard reality,
the tears are hidden again.
You try to smile, and you do, sometimes with laughter,
you pretend that everything’s fine, that you’re happy, but inside you’re different;
You hide your sadness, you feel an internal explosion,
You want help, but those around you are part of the absurd.
In the solitude of your room, think of that special boy,
but you don’t know what to do……
Think of Dad and Mom’s suffering,
you think about those kids on the corner, that corner you hate so much,
You think you’re tired, you know you’re tired, you think you can’t take it anymore……
And think again about that idea,
that demon that’s after you, especially when loneliness is with you,
Suicide is an option, have you thought about it?
But no, no, no, no, no! Then you get up.
The sun rises again, because not every day is the same,
the dawn tells you there’s a battle to be fought,
hope is still alive, society will be a less cruel day
and the dreams will come true..
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“Blows in front of the mirror.”

“One more day, one more night, the marks are almost invisible on my face, they have almost disappeared a little, it is true, I drown in fear although to show it would be to continue dying in life, it is better to keep quiet, not to say anything, my children are my life, for them I resist humiliation, for them I give my peace, I don’t care, only they, you won’t make me change my ideas, maybe I can’t…

Shhhhhhhhh silence! The monster is asleep, I don’t want him to wake up, I fear him, my soul is beaten, my skin, my body is no longer important, my dignity is no longer at stake, to be free, for what? I would find myself anywhere, like a hunter to his prey, it would make no sense….. shh, lower my voice, I can hear you, what? no! no! no! no! no! no! no, it would be absurd, don’t insist anymore.
Everything will pass, he loves me, I know, in his heart he loves me, I will wait for everything to go back to the way it was before, he promised me that he would take care of me since I was a child, only that he has been in my life, my hope is still intact, my children need him


I don’t want to go back to the room, that smell of alcohol bothers me, the stench of the cigar floods the bedroom, yes, I know, his clothes were crushed and stained with lipstick, but…. I prefer not to say anything, it is better this way, although inside the room anger takes hold of me, it is like a long tunnel where no glare appears, light reigns in the absence, yes, I live in darkness, sometimes I want it to end…… I shouldn’t cry, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it anymore, I have to clean up, it’s knocking on the door!

He’s awake! He’s awake! Give me a moment! he doesn’t care, he gets upset when I don’t obey, he breaks into the place, he’s still drunk and very angry, I’m not by his side, he wants to see me. Forgive me, I won’t do it again!

He hits my face, almost without me noticing it, he does it again, the blows don’t hurt anymore, but my soul is destroyed, it’s upset, my eyes are clouded and my tears are winning the battle – “Don’t cry shit”!

I didn’t want to hear it anymore, I was just screaming! His strength threw me against the wall, I fell to the floor, not anymore! He keeps hitting me with his feet, my face is bleeding, I think it’s my mouth, maybe my nose, I don’t know, sometimes I think it’s better to die, rest, but, no! No! No! No! My children, they need me…I beg you on my knees please stop it, now! He stops, he finished….he lifts me up, he promised not to do it again, I believe him…

This is the sad reality of millions of women in the world, victims of violence, humiliated, physically and psychologically abused, some have the courage to denounce and get ahead, others prefer to remain silent and endure for their children, out of fear and even out of necessity, all of them prone to be part of the lamentable statistics of deaths due to gender violence. Don’t be quiet! Report it!

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Alessandra’s Diary: “Only my blanket knows.”

“My flight was leaving at 9:00:00, everything was ready, my destination was my beloved Spain, my second home, I was going to visit my grandparents, after my divorce I thought the best thing was to distract myself a little, see other horizons, a vacation would not hurt me at all…. Already on the plane, very comfortable in my comfortable first class seat, a girl sits next to me, tall brunette, with little makeup, a ponytail, a sweater and jeans, not so young perhaps 32 years old, smiled as she said good night…. She was looking for conversation, I was looking for conversation, I, as always a little shy, we got a little confident, we talked about the weather and the unstable temperatures in the world, about the unseasoned food of the planes, I told her that I was coming from a recent divorce anyway…I felt that she, more than I, was looking for dialogue, but we had a harmonious conversation, not too long…

After a while I felt a little tired, so I took my pillow, put on my mask that I usually wear on my long trips to get to sleep, took my gray blanket, (my first companion on trips) and put it on me, she told me I felt a little cold, her coat was in her suitcase and had not noticed to bring it in her handbag, my blanket was big enough and I invited her to take part of it. After about 20 minutes approximately, there was an apparently casual touch of her hands on my leg, I did not give it much importance, but then it was repeated again, it was then when I quickly took off my mask, she, only stared at me, the lights were already off, when asked if anything was wrong just whispered: everything is fine…

After a while it happened again, she put her hand in my crotch, I admit I didn’t know what to do at the time, I was flabbergasted in my seat thinking whether to shout, hit her, push her, call the purser, but I felt ashamed, as she kept stroking me with her fingers under my blanket. His cynicism knew no bounds, he thought, but I do not know why I did not avoid it. After a while he unzipped my pants and when his hands reached my panties I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore, I didn’t want to be exposed, they were mixed feelings.

In spite of this, I tried to close my legs to avoid her touching me, but she was still there, my gaze went away, as if to hide what was happening even though everyone on the plane was sleeping, I just wanted her to stop doing it, I didn’t know how to react, suddenly she reached my clitoris and caressed it with her fingers again and again, Without realizing it, I started to get excited, I couldn’t deny it, the heat was getting more and more intense even without wanting it, it was something I couldn’t control, I felt that I was getting wet, she, as if nothing was happening, cynical and indifferent, her eyes kept them closed but her hands and fingers were playing with my vulva, but what was going on? I’ve never experienced anything like this before, in fact I’m not a lesbian, I told myself. When I tried to move I just spread my legs more, which allowed the girl to put her fingers inside me even more and move them freely, there I realized that there was nothing I could do and I decided to just wait for it to finish soon.

I only set out to look through the window, as if nothing was happening, while she was still there, damaging my intimacy, which was already very humid. After a few minutes I began to feel that I was making involuntary movements, I began to move back and forth, I couldn’t help it, I liked to do it, I knew it was crazy, but I wanted to experience it, and although in a tiny moment I stopped to think about the madness I was doing, I immediately left reason behind and just let myself go…

My hips were still moving, the swaying was faster and faster, she fixed her gaze on me for a moment, smiled, closed her eyes, as she continued to caress the opening of my crotch inside and out with even faster movements. It was crazy, I know, but my imagination began to fly and fantasize, my excitement was more and more intense, without thinking about it I got up a little more and lowered my pants down to my knee, realizing that no one had seen me, no one except her, of course, that with a surprised expression on her face, she only said “perfect” which gave more freedom to the manual game and now also pinking a little under that accomplice blanket, my breasts, although with less intensity, since it could be more evident.

Without realizing it, a spontaneous groan came out of me, my concentration was unique, I was devoted to her and to her game, my legs now even more open, they invited her to continue… I could never have imagined living something like this, but at that moment I just wanted to enjoy it and not finish it yet. His movements were perfect, at that moment I began to feel a great heat in my body, the orgasm had arrived, intense and furious as always, full of energy, hot and very humid, my body began to shake, I wanted to control myself but it was difficult, I just wanted to scream for pleasure. I experienced the most intense sensation that I had experienced while my hands were squeezing that gray blanket that covered my naked bottom, the orgasm ran all over my body from my vulva spreading all over my being, little moans were coming out of me, while I felt my flow coming out and her fingers still moving very quickly ufff…

Immediately my body fell almost faded, the intensity of the moment had diminished, I had almost fainted, his movements had stopped, he pulled his hand out of my crotch, and whispered in my ear: “I liked it very much and you liked it”, to which I replied without thinking “I liked it”. She emitted a slight smile that was rewarded with a “thank you”. Then tiredness took over our bodies, entering into a deep, already relaxed sleep….. When he woke up he was still by my side, and he didn’t say anything and I didn’t dare to do it, now I wonder if it was part of a dream or if I really lived it….. Only my blanket knows.”

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Was worth waiting for you

While I was waiting for you, only your absence came to find me,
My arms were asking for your skin,
my lips for your kisses
and my eyes by the glow of yours,
the intensity of the cold was distressing me
and you weren’t here to keep me warm.

You said you’d come back, but my hope faded,
I just wanted to look at you in my bed again
and no longer feel your absence,
my hopes and dreams were dissipating
turning into sorrows.

The immense distance opened a great abyss to our love,
and even though I was sailing in a sea of doubt, I knew you’d come back.
Although the years have passed and it is not the same,
I’ll still be there for you;
And if I didn’t meet you on your arrival
these letters will reveal my story,
every word, every drop of ink,
will translate my life into your waiting.
Then you know I’ve always had my eye on the horizon
longing for your return, among flowers in spring,
countless summers, harsh winters,
and dry autumn leaves.

Then you’ll know that even though in my reality you weren’t,
In my dreams I could touch you,
then you’ll know that the desire to see you clouded my gaze,
forgetting a world that judged.

And if you find me, don’t say anything, I won’t ask for anything. Just stay right here,
because I don’t want to leave this world without a cup of coffee by your side,
caressing your hand and feeling a warm hug that says it was worth waiting for you

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Gracias por leerme

Doggy love

Love, loyalty, transparency,
they fully describe you,
there’s no such thing as contempt with you,
the loneliness dissipates.
The warmth of your presence enfolds me,
and your wet kisses are my inspiration.
You are the essence of the purest love,
of friendship, of joy.
My little girl, my Pamela
Always there, always by my side,
talking to me with your eyes
expressing your fervor to me.
You can see my joy, you can also hear my sadness,
you soothe my pain with your hairy caresses,
giving the most genuine of a pure soul.
Never can love be so sublime,
Never can a love be so faithful,
I’m lucky to have you,
to know goodness,
and the meaning of love,
without waiting any longer.
She is my Pame….


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The last image is of my property, it was taken with my Canon camera to my pet.

Were we lovers?

Today I dreamt you again,
showing you insatiable and seductive,
your hands covered all my skin,
and I wanted to sink into yours, were we lovers?

In my dream
there were no masks, no hiding places,
they didn’t exist,
you were no longer in other arms,
nor I in another look,
your eyes were moist with love
and in turn with desire,
How to describe it?
Were we lovers?

Your perfume was soaked in my skin,
and in bed we’d lie down peacefully,
like ripping the weariness out of our sides,
with his hands clasped together,
vibrating at the touch of an anxious skin.
Were we lovers?

We danced frantically….
Your eyes penetrating mine, I open to your wide sea,
wanting to drown me, not want to get out of it,
become one, unraveling our minds,
venting the desire to feel…
In another life we were lovers?

I don’t know if we were lovers,
but every time I meet them, the glances are on,
they betray the desire, in each greeting the words want to stay,
and though I fantasize about caresses never given,
and our lives are like at each end of a bridge,
I will cross that abyss in my fantasies,
and I will blindly keep touching you,
smelling your perfume,
imagining the moment when we lose our senses,
and surrender to freedom.
Maybe if we were lovers…

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