APRIL 16, 2019 FICTION, LITERATURE, ROMANCE, NOISE An excerpt from a novel by Carla Cunha [+18] Anyway, from there we headed to my apartment, not far away, and I can say that it was an unusual night. It's always unusual, it's true, but this time the energy went beyond the limits of lust. Can I tell the truth? I came nine times. Yes, nine. Of course this is possible. Right after closing the apartment door, he unbuttoned my dress, looking at me, taking me with a certain voracity, ripping off my panties and bra without even looking at the lace. Still in the corridor, we caught each other and, with a push, he threw me backwards against the wall, like a lizard, I felt the cold surface on my skin, but the excitement was so great that I didn't have time to complain. Jorge put his hand between my thighs and squeezed my pussy tightly, while he stuck his tongue into every orifice of my body. He also advanced between my breasts, opening his mouth to take in the entire anatomy. I gave in out of desperation, and he tore our very insides apart. Ear, navel, pussy, ass, no part of the body remained unharmed by Jorge's saliva. He kissed me furiously, sometimes on the mouth, sometimes down to the shell. I have to say, Hay, no one has ever sucked me like him, or like that moment. Ah, I couldn't say the reason for such excitement, there are days when we are more sensitive, I think that was it, then I had my first orgasm standing next to a bookshelf that almost fell to the ground when I supported myself so as not to be taken away by the immense wave of lust advancing over me. That sex was unbelievable. I don't know about you, but I always faint after orgasm, and I feel so drowsy that I turn over and fall asleep. It's a man thing, I know, in this my masculine personality speaks louder, jejejeje, but not with Jorge, with him things don't stop, ever, from there we went to the bedroom. He then penetrated me. Have I told you that I'm crazy, crazy, sick of Jorge's dick? I know that the world, especially architecture and art, are taken over by countless phalluses. It's a sea of sticks everywhere, on Avenida 23 de Maio, in São Paulo, the great phallus is represented by the Ibirapuera Obelisk. In fact, we can find phalluses not only in parks, they are also very common in museums, and that's all over the world, you know? Humanity worships dicks, and I worship Jorge's dick. I had my second orgasm almost effortlessly. Crazy. Then I got on top of him, and then, Hay, I confirmed the truth of life, yes, there I came countless times without knowing when one orgasm started and another ended. An illogical sequence that I can't describe in detail, as it hovers in another consciousness, in another layer of perception, perhaps paradoxical, paranoid, that's it, yes, I experienced paranoia with Jorge. Nothing terrible, but intense. I say this because it was stronger than the effect of an ecstasy pill that I used at a college party nine years ago, I thought it was amazing, but nothing compared to the feeling of having one orgasm next to another. A friend told me that they weren't orgasms, that it was almost getting there and relaxing immediately after and, subsequently, a new excitement. I don't know, for me there were several orgasms because when I couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to change the position, I got on all fours and I touched my clitoris and moved it, while he went crazy behind my back. There was no way, I came once again. You're counting, Hay, we have about seven good orgasms, right? (…)