Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

Gadgets: The Tunnel of Love

5 minutes...

Just 5 minutes ago everything seemed to be going well, so simple, without complications. Without having to return to the reality of our "affairs". We had enjoyed our hours of freedom without remembering the titles or positions with which people labeled us and within seconds of each other we fell to the ground smashing our faces in a sea of tension and discomfort.

Our bodies were petrified when suddenly invaded by a girl with brown skin and long fluffy curls who dragged us to the entrance of the tunnel of love, we were seriously compromised by her insistent face and her friendly smile, her shrill voice kept repeating what perfect that we saw each other together and Amy just lowered her face trying to see my face out of the corner of her eye. I confess that I felt a little excited imagining how it would all end, but seeing her panicked face made me feel somewhat doubtful about my intentions. I could try to contain myself for as long as my body could bear, even if the scenario was not in my favor and perhaps going into a slightly dark and harmonized place for a compromising scenario would not make the game so easy for me.

Amy sighed deeply, closing her eyes and swallowing dry, and then gently held my hand, her skin was cold and sweaty, and she could discreetly feel how she suffered from small tremors. I looked at her calmly and gave her a comfortable and sincere smile so that she would feel more secure by my side, without saying anything else we continued walking to the small dark-colored boat and we got on very carefully, keeping very close, and if my calculations and willpower were good nothing would show under the clothes that would leave me exposed.

The silence was stable between us and when we were completely in the dark, she snuggled into my shoulder to hide the fear she felt.

She was starting to feel nervous being in so much darkness and when I was about to jump out of the boat a song started playing taking over the whole place, I could hear the echo everywhere. She relaxed when she heard the lyrics of the eighties melody and we both searched for the exact point where the sound came from, but it was very difficult with so much darkness.

The boat kept moving slowly and as it crossed an arch of flowers, the ceiling formed a shower of stars that illuminated the entire place, it was the most impressive thing I had ever seen, it was like being very close to heaven.

The music was still playing and a slight smell of roses began to spread throughout the room, I diverted my gaze to the water and there were many kinds of flowers in red, white and pink colors floating.

It might seem like a boring and desolate place from the outside, but those who had already passed through here had experienced the high level that this game attributed to you, your 5 senses combined with the beats produced by the heart that in turn created that sea of emotions that stimulated within you.

Amy seemed to be amazed at everything she saw, a spark lit in her, the one that makes you love her even more than before. She gave me her gaze for a few seconds and without her noticing, I took an unexpected photo of her with my cell phone camera to keep it as a memory, she began to laugh asking why she was doing it and although the words wanted to come out of my mouth, I was mesmerized by its beauty, by its sweetness, by that smile that wrapped me in an inexhaustible vicious circle.

We disconnected from the beautiful fantasy when we felt how the boat stopped making a soft impact with the edge of the floor, but the path still seemed to not end because there was no exit, we had come across a long white curtain. Perhaps we had strayed off the path, although my reasoning reminded me that this was a straight path with no other paths, but this part seemed disproportionate to all the rest.

I got out of the boat and helped Amy down so she wouldn't slip and we crossed the big cloth to continue walking through a place full of cloth everywhere and pictures. Everything was further lit by red reflectors coming out of different positions and also had some white lights to make a nice contrast. As we continued walking, we saw cushions on the floor with picnic sheets and tea sets, as well as several old cameras pointed at the wall showing the static image of black and white couples.

The road was still long and Amy kept holding my hand firmly without looking at me, she was very concentrated with some old pictures of people posing nude or with some very short videos that were repeated over and over again of couples kissing, on few occasions I noticed how some videos stimulated her making her clench her lower lip with desire. That small and harmless biting of the lips stimulated me in a healthy and discreet way, but even bigger than the sexual desire that attracted me to her were the feelings that were reborn in me, those that I thought had died along with my parents.

Again, I could hear in the distance the noise of the people and the music from the park, we were close to the exit and I began to feel anxious thinking that this would end soon.

One last photo captured our full attention as we felt perhaps a little identified with what the painting was trying to reflect, in a certain way we felt drawn to it, to the silhouettes of the people, to the passion with which each line, each line had been drawn. detail.

She turned abruptly, standing next to me, her cheeks were red and her eyes fluttered, a flirtatious smile appeared on her lips and without being prepared I appreciated how each of her fingers gently walked my neck and my neck until they reached my cheek. I smiled a little stunned but calm, it was the most intimate approach we were making, she put her body next to mine and without thinking more than once her soft and warm lips joined mine making my palate and my mind explode in a combination of pleasure and desire.

I could feel the passion and intensity of her kisses, I could feel how her hands ran through my body and how the heat increased with the kisses, an experience that had been just as my subconscious screamed at me that it must feel a true feeling. reciprocated. I took her by her legs, lifting her to my height and leaning her back against the wall closest to us, my heart was racing at an uncountable speed, I savored the rich flavor of her strawberry lipstick on my tongue, I felt every curve that brushed my skin and how the tips of her hardened breasts brushed my chest. She delicately bit the flesh of her lips and that made me want to eat them along with her entire body, her kisses felt so different from all those I had tried before, as if I were testing the taste of the entire universe in one single person.

In seconds we had gone from a healthy romantic moment to a hot and erotic moment, my hands were out of control wanting to touch something more than just her legs, but my great judgment and morals prevented me from doing so, I didn't want to ruin everything we were advancing. I began to kiss her neck, sighing the maddening smell of vanilla that I loved so much, and when I began to feel that things were about to get out of control, I moved my face away a little without being too abrupt so as not to let her understand other intentions and I smiled sweetly at her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me quite satisfied with what we were doing, I kissed her nose to distract our minds from all the intensity and then I spoke to her.

— I think we should go out even if he doesn't want it.

— ¿Is something wrong? — She asked me shyly.

— Of course not. But it seems to me that our time ended 5 minutes ago.

I responded calmly listening to a small murmur in the background, luckily for me a couple that had climbed long after us was getting closer to our position walking much closer than we imagined. I took a look at the time on my watch and noticed how late it was, the time had passed very quickly, I didn't know if we had entered a tunnel of love or a time machine.

— I think it's already after 12 my dear maiden, I thought that her fairy godmother had given her very clear instructions.

I muttered teasingly as she lowered it and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, she only reserved for a silent smile taking composure.

She took my hand while we finished the wonderful tour returning to the real world, we just kept silent, barely enjoying each other's company, we walked to the car without any interruption and we went by the old cart to get to her house faster, it was a shortcut rarely used since they built the new roads that crossed the city but I loved continuing to use it and watching how the stars illuminated the sky with their splendor, it was a feeling that reminded me a lot of my mother, I felt nostalgia and that feeling in my chest that dragged me to a time when I was still a child and my mother snuggled me in her arms while she talked to me about the constellations and their mysteries, a feeling of satisfaction and sadness at the same...

The night would not be as long as on other occasions, after leaving her at home and making sure she entered, I reached my house in the blink of an eye, I threw myself into bed to look at the ceiling and imagine how stars were drawn in it, those same alignments that I noticed when I was with her, a big smile formed on my face and I couldn't keep remembering everything that had happened, until I finally fell into a deep sleep.