Intruder. Story (1 of 3)
"Young couple offers a voyeur who is a writer or journalist the opportunity to make a report. Please send a manuscript page showing what you imagine might happen, how, where, when and if it motivates us, of all that will happen "
Please write to El Pais, ref .***"
Thus began the adventure.
She and I wanted and, after months and years to devote hours to practice strenuous as comprehensive as we had reached a synchrony in the acts of love, ballet reasonably perfect bodies and moods. I knew when to slow down, induced by the slightest variation in their gestures, she knew the secret spots of my body, where the slightest brush with the yolk of the fingers immediately shot pleasure. I knew carried in the back of runaway horses, to the top, in a rat race of slope in slope, without ever reaching the Finis Terrae of her body, she wisely leading jockey subtle, alternating bit and spur, so that could endure the distance.
Me she was a champion of the sprints, with her I was a runner.
We understood each other well, in bed and beyond.
And we wanted and we liked both the literature.
We had discussed before, I have amused me a witness, someone who could paraphrase what I had seen in a story, introducing us in his novel in which we recognize the two, secret to us and him.
If I liked, she did not care, if the intruder knew maintain composure and not to get their hands where only supposed to be his eyes.
Also, always making love with the light on.
As we would not choose any known, we chose the anonymity of an advertisement in a newspaper.
... Receive fifty or sixty letters, the truth is that the Sunday edition of El Pais distributed throughout Spain, but ... but never thought it was so easy to find so many writers voyeurs, or voyeurs with literary trends.
We agreed that we would make a selection at the beginning just by the look of the letter (oil stains, handwriting illiterate profanity were mutually exclusive).
A quick selection eliminates half. Of course I can not imagine not sharing a beer with it, I write on a postcard, or with this one, which sends me an envelope with the stamp in the lower right corner.
Since I only have about thirty letters, presentations, from each other more and less, is looking at the text.
And start reading:
Children's Letters: Young couple, I really enjoyed your nice letter. I too am young, no vices, good vibes ... I imagine a boy scout hiking with a guitar over his shoulder
and rare cards, that you seem to us we knew, but I am a public man should go to the meeting with a mask and should be dawn in a secluded place, on a bend in the road .... Jo, who fear.
And letters fun: Hey, partner, answering your ad, I will say that I would see how you make love or anything else, as I am an avid watcher. Like any good voyeur, I just like looking at me and I'm not interested in participating. As for me I will say that I am a doctor and own meeting place in the city and the coast, from where you could observe with a telescope, since my apartment faces the beach. So, as you ask me to describe what I want, I propose that at five in the morning, before sunrise, put yourself where I tell you (not you worry about that at this time and in winter there is nobody, I have only tested it) and make love there. It's a little cold, but certainly after the first impression you have not already. I while I look through the telescope. So go, just thinking about the beach, at dawn, with the sand that gets everywhere, I cringe enterito.
And strange letters: the letter is written by a woman in beautiful calligraphy of convent school, the Sacred Hearts, the Teresians ...: Hello couple, I'm young and look like you visiosos you pass pa tit. That my boobs make me a hundred. But beware, pa ti single woman, who was born male to touch me by the balls min. Is it blackmail? Will someone be forced to write that, and let us know the only way is to copy the colloquial language?
And finally, the tangle, one: Couple, not easy for me to say who I am. Say, Joan Corominas, very old age (over fifty), university, comfortable and routinely married, professionally satisfied, economically calm. Movie buff and amateur photographer. Ie "voyeur", sensitive, imaginative, discreet ... I'd like to see the couple behind the anonymous and seems quiet, imaginative, sensitive, slightly exhibitionist? I would like to be present and even non-existent time, transparent, observe the couple, observe, analyze your relationship secret, your caresses, one by one and together. Participate caressing and stimulating look ... Rest, observe the reaction of each one as you recompose the image, the makeup, the light on your body, the reflection of your eyes ... stop especially in the profile of women dressed again. Perhaps, too, want it.
The letter was from an educated person. The only condition is that she put before I knew him personally.
The bar appeared a middle-aged, worn wisely plaid jacket, bow tie, shirt spotless, a dapper gentleman and reasonably neat. I said her name was Joan Corominas, who wrote stories for children by vocation, and was by profession editorial correction. I also confessed that he liked to write stories just for him but were incompatible with both his profession as his vocation.
After the introductions, we agreed on the procedure: before we'd come to a hotel room. At the reception would be a key to its attention, and would start without waiting. The come in a while, when they were in the heat of the action. Enter your key, without interrupting, grace was that, its transparency, insubstantiality, sit in a chair, and simply be there. We were not going to offer a greeting, a drink, a "sit back, Mr. Corominas, are you at home, will you drink? no, do not bother us at all, please, your presence is always welcome, excuse me but then we are with you as soon as we finish this pending issue, "not anything like that should happen.
Tags: exhibitionism , voyeur
