The Prostitute

No one has ever had sex with me, she said arrogantly.

He couldn’t believe her words. He had seen her going into the room with men, a dozen of times by now, being a regular visitor of that brothel. ‘You must be kidding, Sana, he said opening the second beer bottle.

‘No, I mean it’, she said looking straight into his eyes.

‘Well then, I’d like to be the first’, he said holding her hand.

‘You can’t, trust me’, she said walking behind him to the room.

‘Close your eyes and take your clothes off’, she said while undressing herself.

She kissed his cheeks, his neck, his chest, locking his lips, finally.

‘I want you not to open your eyes for next 30 minutes’, she repeated.

He could barely say ‘OK’.

She held his hand, kissed it and started moving it over her body, from her lips to her ankles passing through her things and between the legs. She sucked his small finger, biting his nails while drawing lines with her fingers around his spine.

She pushed him back on bed, riding him like a king who rules a newly conquered empire. She was rubbing his body against him, spraying his face with her long hair.

He was breathing insanely with half opened mouth, closed eyes, running his fingers through her hips, exploring he edges gently.

She kissed below his bellybutton, seizing his all abilities to think normally, behave normally, respond normally, overcoming the beer he just had.

He was sitting with his back pressed against the bed, his front pressed against her chest while she was sitting into his lap, sucking his lips.

She was lying naked into his lap, while he ran her fingers through her hair, softly. She lit a cigarette, took a long cush and exhaled on his face. He tried to inhale every bit of the smoke which had bitter taste like Malort, the better scent like Fresh Sake and unbearable hangover like the Bourbon.

She rouse up, threw the cigarette away, kissed his lips for longer than normal, and asked him to open his eyes.

‘Fizza’ was all he could whisper into her ear with closed eyes, kissing her one last time before tossing himself back on the bed acknowledging her claims.

(Note: The names are fictitious)