AndreaMoroni
Youcannotcommandtheheart,unlessyournameisFate
TranslatedbyAndreaMoroni
ISBN876-76-46-26234-1
Copyright©AndreaMoroni2025
Originaltitle
Al cuor non si comanda, a meno che non ti chiami Destino Ieditionfebruary2025
ThenewOldWorld
Panama city, Florida, February 2025
Lucie, a young girl in her 30s, light brown penetrating eyes such as the silk like soft hairs, 2 small cute and hairy arcs, earlobes adorned by rings in different colours for everyday of the week and for every occasion, a cutesy nose to focus on, charming mouth, slender hands ending with nails that narrate a side of her you wouldn’t say at first, everything surrounded by a perfect skin... she lacks only in memory, but she still managed to pass the exams in Medicine and become a nurse, which vouches for the fact that not only she has a pretty face but also a head on her shoulders.
It was a crazy day at the clinic, full of patients and some even coming back casually and charts to do, full head to toes of workload she manages to get herself a window to have lunch, laugh and joke, but even whine, usually when it’s a bad day she can’t wait to go home, this time around she wanted to go on holiday, a long one at that, she’s supported by her great friend-colleague that puts in her mind the stroke of an idea, a Grand Tour, visiting the cultural capitals of a continent like 1700s nobles, except that now she doesn’t have to board either the Niña, the Pinta or the Santa Maria, the voyage is much shorter and comfortable. The idea after a few days is a painting, she’s convinced, she starts to think when she could go, which stops to make, what to bring...
June 2025
Faster than you can say “hi” and she’s at the airport, very excited the hours fly between check-in, security checks and waiting at the gate, but she’s already in her own fairy world, day-dreaming until her turn to board comes up, take the seat, put the pillow on her shoulders, mask down, dim the lights and... sleep.
She wakes up over London, she’s already eating it with her eyes, claims her luggage, takes one of the world famous black taxis that brings her like a woman of Grand Classe at the hotel Savoy where she’s treated like a queen, and we all know how the British are attached to the Royal Family. She spends the night on the best mattress of her life, in the morning when she wakes up she knows she has to walk around, so poached eggs, beans and the staple of her diet, toast, it is, and recharged like that in front of her there are two days passing by Buckingham Palace, Tower Bridge, Tate Modern, Natural History Museum, Big Ben and the Parliament, the London Eye, Madame Tussauds, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Tower of London, the Shard, the Gherkin and even the Walkie Talkie, a mix of old and modern; being a foodie too she isn’t really satisfied, there are many ethnic choices but as far as it goes for british cuisine it looks like they are still in WWII besides
Shepherd’s pie, Fish and chips and Beef Wellington, they do have good pints of beers though, but overall she liked London.
The next morning she takes the train, a few hours later of napping through the Channel Tunnel and the valleys of both the island and the continent (she still has to get used to the time zone) she wakes up in the Gare de Lyon in Paris, the sunset on the Seine was caught just in time, she knows a bit of Français and is eager to use it to communicate with the Parisians, while the lights of the City of Love guide her to her hotel, she’s staying at the San Régis in the huitième arrondissement, she’s shown her sumptuous suite, full of frills, she went all out as she deserves it, then the triangle rings, c’est prêt, it’s dinner time, the good nouvelle cuisine already lets her think of good things coming her way, but for now she has to relax a bit, have a short stroll around while going back to the hotel. In the morning room service brings her breakfast a la carte, a croque monsieur one day, madame like herself the other, the third one she asks the Chef to surprise her, it’s a freshly baked croissant as he was worried, she spends these days visiting from the Moulin Rouge to Montmartre, stopping by the Musée d’Orsay, Notre Dame, Tour Eiffel, Louvre, Bastille, Arc de Triomphe avec le Champs Elysée, La Fayette, Centre Pompidou, Versailles, Trocadéro, Place des Vosges, Jardin de Luxembourg, La Sorbone, les catacombs, and chooses to eat between boeuf bourguignon, quiche, foie gras, poulettes basquaise, galette, tarte tatin, soupe à l’oignon, coq au vin... she’s a cinephile so she spends an afternoon at the Espace Saint Michel to watch a perplexing French movie and she searches the Lumière brothers’ museum, it’s in Lyon, unfortunately too much south, it will be for another voyage, focused on the Côte d’Azure and the south of France in general.
Thetrip mustgoon
She isn’t discouraged by that and she goes on to the next ones of the list, Bruxelles with its city centre and the musées royaux des Beaux-Art, Saints Michel-et-Gudule and enjoying waffles, chocolates, moules frites, poulette waterzooi, pommes frites... Koeln with its cathedral, the gardens, the city centre and currywurst, weisswurst and brezen, shin and potatoes, potato salad... Strasbourg to visit a region once contested for centuries between Germany and France and today symbol of peace between the European Union... Prague’s city centre, Charles bridge, the castle, dancing house, Franz Kafka’s museum while biting on veplo-knedlo-zelo, skubanky, trdlo, speckacky, karlovarske oplatky... Krakow and its castle, city centre, Auschwitz-birkenau, salt mines, national museum enjoying zapiekanka, pierogi, bigos, paczki, babka... and then she it’s Wien and all of its musical and historical beauty and saunas with a bit of gulasch, knoedeln, schuttelbrot, kaiserschmarren, linzer cake on the side, Buda and Pest and the soviet architecture, science museum, Buda’s castle, Margaret Island as she munches on porkolt, langos, galuska, bejgli... Ljubljana castle, preseren square, university, philharmonic go together with belokranjska pogaca, zlikrofi, klobasa, potica...
She’s filled with sights, food, culture, new air, met many people, stayed in all the top hotels, more than half a month just flew by, but she feels like a key piece is still missing...
She can’t wonder too much what it is, so the next day she goes westbound, crosses the Slovenian border into Trieste, a short day trip to Venezia is a must, but she has her bed in Milano, the New York City where Little Italy is the core of the regional capital, check-in done time to wonder, as she wonders and wonders she gets lost a bit, tries to ask for directions to get to the Cenacolo Vinciano but the milanesi are all in a rush, except one...
Being the exact same height helps her to make eye contact with a local who seemed a bit more chill than the rest, is he even a local in the first place? It looks like it with his short brown hair and eyes, same height, same colour, what’s next? But he’s clearly neither skinny nor overweight unlike all the others she tried to ask to, a normal fit guy who doesn’t look in the right place... it’s a last chance so might as well ask him, hope never dies. On the other side he doesn’t know yet why but his pupils widened at her sight, might have been her clothes, a pink top with green shorts, her savage hairstyle, her mesmerizing face with a smile that traps you, or it might have also been the fantastic silhouette created by two small Stella hills in front, and two Rhollywood on the back with a plain in the middle you would like to roll around in, he didn’t know what it was but he felt zapped by her before she even spoke with her soft hot voice that brought him in another universe for a moment, he knew he should have given every little bit of
effort with her from that moment. They present each other, his name is Vittorio and he’s more than happy to tell her where the cenacolo is, he even finished what he had to do so luckily they could go together, on the way there they talk and talk and talk, he’s a bit younger, almost mid 20s, but they clearly clicked well, many things in common too besides the looks, like taste in movies, music, history et cetera et cetera, many stories to share, they enjoy their visit, eat a bite together, stroll around the city centre until it’s almost time to say goodbye, but he grabs the opportunity, asks her if she’s there alone and to his surprise she is
“How about going out to dinner and enjoy a bit of the city’s nightlife then?”
She’s down with it, it’s set, at 8 pm, they start to walk closer to each other as the time goes, but they have to separate, his clothes aren’t in her suitcase and she’s fresh from a trip and visit, they thank each other while holding hands, then they part ways, but he’ll be back as soon as possible to pick her up.
He came back and is waiting for her in the lobby after alerting the receptionist, there she is, coming down the stairs like a model wearing a red dress and black heels, her hair are curled and she chose to wear a bracelet and an anklet along with her sun necklace that cannot miss, her friend is with her in some form, he tries not to be too stunned to speak and they stroll away until they reach osteria del Corso where he reserved a table, she will have a plate of spaghetti with clams while he orders a risotto with pumpkin and taleggio cheese, both paired with a glass of white pinot followed by a cheesecake with red fruits both as a simple dessert and as a symbol of this meeting. They get out of there but now his hand is resting on her hips, she’s taken aback by this as she loudly gasps, but she likes it as much as him, he proposes to bring her in the park of Monte Stella where they will have a nice view of the city while still rambling about anything that goes through their minds sitting on a bench against each other, he doesn’t even notice the slight change of accent, that could mean she feel less pressure, he’s blind, he thinks about an old song from Milano that’s perfect for the occasion, this song has a verse that says that if you kiss a girl like that all her taste goes down your throat
I tusàn American che bellèzza, G’han la boca che pare un bel fieur, Se te dann on basin che dolceza, Te va gio’ tutt’in gola el savour…
he wants to try that, so turns his head towards her, locks eye contact, takes her chin with his fingers and they end up French kissing for a pretty long time... after being taken by surprise twice in a span of a couple of hours she decided to show him what he’s risking, malicious smile as she puts her hand on his inner thigh and starts to caress him, getting closer and closer to his cock, she starts to feel the head, then the shaft and finally she has his balls in her hands, the bulge got bigger and bigger as the blood flowed to the crotch
Se te guarden coi oeucc de sgalisa, O te parlen pian pian del so amor, Ti te sent tutt’el coeur come on matt a balà, E te cantet de felicità !
Vittorio asks if she wants to do it in the car, Lucie surprises him again by saying that on the bench it is good, he gets even more erect hearing this, she notices, smiles and pulls down the fly, open the belt and pull down his underwear and she starts to lightly stroke it, he keeps one hand in her hair while grabbing the ass with the other, then he caresses one of her tits and rubs his other hand on her pussy and kisses her on the neck... she gets in front of him, on her knees, they look at each other with eyes that scream lust, she starts by kissing the tip, licking the underside of the shaft and puts his hairy balls in her mouth, he grabs and squeezes her arms and her tits already, she slowly sucks it and he moans already, he can’t resist too much and asks her to switch, now it’s her on the bench and him on the ground, he kisses her beautiful legs following his hands opening the dress’ slit, they go onto the red panties’ strings and pulls those down instead, rubs the clit, licks it while fingering her with 1 finger, then 2, then 3, but she pulls his head closer to her magical pussy, she has a little orgasm, after a bit she decides to milk him again but he’s too excited and has to tell her he’s about to cum, he can’t edge anymore, she offers her tits to shoot his ropes and so he does, but not without smearing some and putting his cum covered index and middle fingers in her mouth to suck and clean them off; Vittorio is a bit mortified for coming so quickly but Lucie says she’s fine with it, he still offers a second round in his home that she gladly accepts, they get in the car and it’s 15 minutes of her petting both heads while his hand is constantly in her lap, they couldn’t be more excited than this even if they tried. They arrive in Rho, as the lift’s doors close they keep on kissing but she also grabs his ass, he kisses even more passionately, few steps and they will be inside, they close the door and now it’s complete freedom, he removes her heels, a quick massage to the calves and then move away the top string to reveal two amazingly perfect tits like he’s never seen before, she removes his shirt, they keep kissing and petting, he licks her nipples she bites his, she rubs her hand in chest hair he licks every inch squared of her boobs underside included, he pulls down her dress to reveal the tummy of Venus to puts his mouth on, she removes his pants to reveal the legs of Mars to feel the muscles, he pets the tummy, she slaps his ass, like a tango they remove each other’s panties and boxers, she pushes him onto the bed he pulls her down with him, now it’s him squeezing her onto himself and her ass, his middle finger wonders towards a little star as she’s constricted to him, she feels his pulsating cock on her mound, they agree to a 69, afterall he loves eating pussy and ass and she would like to have more experience in playing with foreskin, feeling every angle possible on her tongue, up, down, side to side, even surrounded by it, her eyes then wonder towards his anus, it’s her time to rim and finger him, he reads it as a signal, picks the pillow up and put it under her, he gets lubed up by her saliva and he pushes it in her pussy, slowly, then always faster and faster, all deep inside until the balls clash against the cheeks, a bit rough but they still grabs each other’s neck while kissing, now she wants to show him how the term “cowgirl” became famous, both directions, one of
which he can stare both at her ass clashing against his tummy while her pussy grabs his cock and the mysterious tattoos on her back and her legs, especially one papyrus, while gripping her hips, she pulls away but immediately the fingers in her become 4 and then 5, the palm gets in too, the knuckles lightly scratch the walls, he brings around her ass like that and sits her on the desk, shoulders back, ass forward, dick in and out, mouth on mouth, teeth biting lobes and tongues licking necks, they like to fuck like rabbits, she wants to worship his uncut cock to no end, she likes to play with it, feel it in her pussy, so she blows him until she can smell his balls and lick them while his cock is in her, he thinks he’s dreaming, but he can feel bending her down over the desk, putting his thumb in her ass, grabbing her hair and the tightness of her pussy on his cock, the cock feels the warmth inside her, the pubes feel her cheeks getting close and then away as the balls swing back and forth and her ass follows the flow of this waltz, the dick is throbbing, precum is coming out he feels it and calls it out, she gets on her knees again as fast as a lightning bolt, she wants to watch really close that head covering and uncovering itself and the balls getting drained with the hot cum shooting out giving her a facial, all their moans were heard between the floors.
Happy more than everybody else in the known universe, they spend the rest of the night by cuddling, melting each other with love words, kissing every inch of their bodies, playing with every little part they like until one of them dies on the bed and the other spoons.
Newday,newplans
As always Vittorio can’t sleep for long, as he waits for her new partner in crime he can’t stop smiling behind her back, wondering about her tattoos and reading them, think how good things went from yesterday afternoon and how he could improve it even more starting from today, he knows what to do, Lucie is sleeping like a rock so he doesn’t even need to be quiet like a cat, dressing up is not needed as well, he goes into the kitchen, prepares a cornetto and a bit of muesli for each, puts on the moka pot and everything on a tray to bring it to her that is woken up from the smell lingering in the air, he may not have the flower on hand but he’ll buy it later, the happy ending server enters the bedroom with a buongiorno, a veiled good morning echoes back, you can be in any hotel in the world, but not even the Grand Budapest offers such a personalized service, she smiles back to him and it’s a good day already, she starts to think that ‘the key piece missing’ could be him, they have a lovely breakfast talking about the good sex they had yesterday, what they prefer, what their kinkiest side is, they want to know life, death and miracles of the other one, and what to do today.
First thing first is a kiss followed by a quickie of handjob and lick, then a shower together, the soapy bodies, the skin contact, the kisses, the touching... she gets dressed but decides to leave her panties on his nightstand as a small gift and sweet memory of their first night together, a risky ride back to the hotel with her pussy in the wind and the slit of the dress that could open anytime, they get in the hotel room, Lu starts to give a privè show to him but Vic’s like a breeding bull now, as soon as he smells the intention he charges, quick fuck on the hotel bed, bidet for both and get changed, he proposed to go into the Brembana valley in San Pellegrino where there’s an historic bath from the early 1900s, she’s really interested but didn’t bring a swimsuit with her, no problem for that, Milano is the Fashion capital, they will find something quickly but not before packing up and cancelling the rest of the nights in the facility, after a bit they find a sort of one-piece, the top and bottom are connected by a fabric on the side, it’s a luxurious style one but the cream white and design suit her fantastic body so well, a bit less luxurious is the restaurant they stop by at first as they’ve got in the area by lunch time, but it’s a restaurant of his childhood, it’s called Passata, located in Miragolo San Marco, he spent his summers there till he was like 10 with his grandparents (the side where the grandmother was a nurse just like the one in front of him) and another memory is added in the form of a kiss where he played as a kid, get in the restaurant, tagliatelle with boar ragù with a side of memories for her (she founds him really cute when he just rambles about random things that water his eyes) and tagliolini with blueberries and strachitünt cheese for him, and then off to spend that afternoon in total relax, a little disco going back home follows as they discuss what to have for dinner, he gives her carte blanche as he decided for lunch, she craves pizza, pizza it’ll be, toss a coin between Belvedere and Pizzificio, both good but very different, she takes the bouncing ball of chaotic ideas blurted out and asks him to follow her in the rest of the trip, he could make it work out, move appointments further and he’s free to come, but
since she’s planned to stay a few more days in his area he proposes a road trip, two nights in Lyon, one spent driving her in Madrid and then in Lisbon to be on schedule with her hotels and flight, he tries to convince her by saying that a certain museum is there, little does he know that she has already convinced herself all the way back in Paris, a little laugh comes out of her for this as he asks what’s is so funny before being explained, he can only reply with
“If I wasn’t driving I would try to connect our minds even more”
the autostrada goes by, strangely no traffic at all on it, they order the pizze at Belvedere, look for places to stay in Lyon and there they are, those high fluffy cuts of pleasure to bring home and eat maybe while watching a movie, ‘A Clockwork Orange’ may not be the best to put in the mood, even if she admitted to liking it rough and mean, but it will do, it’s better than ‘War and Peace’, before kissing good night, buonanotte or bonne nuit, tomorrow it’s a pretty long day already, they have to wake up pretty early.
Acrosstheborder
5 in the morning, the birds start singing, quick breakfast and shower, luggage in hand and get in the car, we have to beat everyone to the Fréjus tunnel,but she didn’t like having his morning wood right there and not being able do anything, the hand petting his ears goes lower on his arm, then on his leg, he doesn’t stop her but rather encourage it, looking for that cock, some back and forth till it’s as hard as she remembers from last time, pulls it out and gives a roadhead while being lightly scratched on the back and fingered in the ass, that can only end up with the cum being swallowed, this opens both of them to the idea of having sex in the car during the trip too, maybe even in an emergency lay-by as cars go by, time will fly even more like this, and so it does, by 11 they are in Lyon, ready to kiss in Place Bellecour, get lunch, check-in and visit the Lumière museum as the first thing, they’ll do the rest of the city in the evening and the next day when they will also have the opportunity to enjoy the sunset while looking at the red roofs dining at the Haut sur la Colline, this time having meat to change up a bit as it also looks very inviting, but not before discovering her routine breakfast, not a problem, he’ll bring her on his shoulders if needed.
1.200 km await them so they start the trip the same evening, he also wanted for her to wake up in Madrid just like she did with London, knowing this she couldn’t not ask him to do at least half of the driving, he thanked her but still refused, when he has a plan he gets to the end of it and assured her he’ll nap around the halfway point, and so he does, right outside Perpignan before entering Spain he parks and watches her sleeping like an angel, thinking how happy he is to be with her and proud of being able to keep her the promise and keep her safe and sound and slowly gets into power nap; he wakes up after a bit and as they are entering Madrid she wakes up too, everything right in time for breakfast before checking into the Palace hotel and get changed, he crashes on the bed while she goes out to buy a small gift for him, she gets back with something to eat as well from the hotel’s kitchen, and as everything is closed down till 18 for the siesta they get out the ropes, he ties her to the bed, she’s all for him and she can’t refuse, guides her hand on his cock, pulls up her head as he forces his cock into her mouth, slaps her ass hard, undoes her bra to squeeze her tits and bite her nipples while sitting on her face to let her choke on his cock and balls, takes a pair of scissors and cuts her panties off and enters hard in her pussy and ass while chocking her neck after slapping in her face with his cock, this treatment is repeated until he fills her 3 times, once in the mouth as she has to play with it with her tongue and swallow, once in her pussy and once in her ass overfilling her, and she must worship him while he fists her with his hand, uses the magic wand and lets everything drip outside of her back. Everyone is greatly satisfied as she gets freed from her constriction and can get ready to go out for their evening stroll, they pass through the plaza Mayor and the ritual ensues with a big passionate kiss still riding on the fuck they just had, go to the Royal Theatre and Palace area, then get in Taberna de La Daniela and have a tortilla de patata to share, rabo de
toro and callos a la madrilèña paired with a glass of red Gruñón that he chose because she isn’t really sure unless it comes to pick white wine, or maybe she is and plays the dead cat, they end the evening by going to dance Flamenco or try to as they are very drunk and try to follow a movie, “The Hangover”, which is what they have the next morning as they still try to visit the archaeological museum and the Royal Botanic Gardens where while picking out a rose for her to smell and dedicate to he gets a small prick in sideways, they try to pull it out but nothing to be done, he just decides to bite off a small piece of skin and pulls it out while as a nurse she watches this unorthodox surgical procedure and blurts out a little disappointed
“(Sigh) My potato, no...”
Even if he manages to remove it unlike the professional of removals. They go and have dinner, paella to be stereotypical, now she chooses the sangria and so in the bed she’s the one on top, he’s the one getting tied up, used as a sex doll, milked, pegged, rubbed on his face, scissor his head in her thighs, bite his nipples, force her tongue in every orifice, and whatever else crosses her mind, his body is totally hers, she has carte blanche to ruin him, she can use her imagination this evening because no one knows her like herself...
...
The next morning he’s even more prone to raise the white flag on her habit of eating like a little bird while having ahead a long day as she looks smug while taking his hand, here they cannot miss what basically originated their story and centuries later ties them, it was an Italian sailor that was given funds by the Spanish Royals to look for another route to the Indies as the Silk Road became synonymous of “danger” and ended up in America despite believing to be in Asia, and Madrid has that museum, Museo de America, maybe she could give more info and tid bits than the exhibit to him, after that it’s street food and the Prado in the afternoon, they have a fantastic dinner in the hotel and then go to bed to do their usual activities, they have to use the bed the last night to either have sex, cuddle, watch a movie or read their books.
New morning she gets woken up by a kiss on her forehead followed by the now classic “Buongiorno Patatona” with her putting an hand between his cheek and chin with the “Good morning my Potato”, the luggage is ready to be brought downstairs and put in the car, this time the trip is a little bit less, so it’s fine to take it easy, they can even have that quickie on the motorway they were looking up to, the thrill of being seen-not seen by the other motorists excites them a huge lot, some hours go by and they cross the April 25th bridge, not that dissimilar from the Golden Gate, and reach their final destination, Lisbon, the City of Seven Hills, there’s seems to be a link between every road leading to a city and this presenting itself with 7 hills... she had a little desire to ride on the tramcar and visit it that way, she finds a sort of romantic feeling in doing it, hearing this he already has in mind what to book next time she’s on this side of The Pond, so they leave the car at the Palácio Príncipe Real where they will stay, announce their arrival and head as tradition to the main square, in this case the praça do
Comércio, but this time not in the middle of it, they spot two old mooring marble columns on the riverside of the Tago, as it reminds a bit of her home she decides to give him a preview of what it would look like States side, 4.280 miles away, two big passionate kisses that would reform the Pangea, after the dance of the mouths they take the tram and have a little tour of the city, him as always focusing on the architectural details while her thinking she’s still dreaming of being an Empress in a fable visiting her territory while blinding the commoners with her style, they get off at the Largo do Rato and head towards the Eduardo VII Park to continue their hand in hand stroll, he gets hungry, he sees from afar a hardhat in a clearly modified trailer... the translation is easy, The Engineers of the Bifanas... now the hardhats make sense, but what the hell is a Bifana? Is it the witch like in Italian? Bifana/befana... but she isn’t digestible unlike her socks full of candy, they have to try it, it’s a fantastic smell followed by the visual of a “paninazzo lercio” (“dirty” panino), just what he crave, brown food, she follows through and buckles to the watery mouth, as a good couple they do half and half of two panini, the Casa (pork, engineer’s sauce, cheddar, bacon, caramelized onions, and house sauce) and the smaller traditional one (pork and engineer’s sauce) to not roll around for the rest of the day and a couple of sangrias to wash it down, not that far something that looks interesting is the Bansky museum, wondering the halls they admire his work, still the gift shop at the end remains tacky so they take the tram and head to the historic Alfama area to have a little stroll and sit down wherever there is an hole for two, near the Cathedral they discover the Conqvistador, a fish focused restaurant, they didn’t have that in some time and it’s always good to alternate, they can’t miss the gazpacho as an entree and the octopus salad, they then get a grilled fish of the day and grilled codfish, fish? White wine, she enters the scene this time, a bottle of Sauvignon blanc, satisfied they head back to the hotel holding each other by walk-hugging and try to not mix up the tram routes back to the hotel, where they just crash into the bed and start to make up wild stories to tell each other and see who surrenders first, after two hours like this he’s too dazed by what she narrated and can’t connect the dots, he lost so he gets the potent slaps on his cheeks.
After a night of spooning it’s time to change course, they have walked miles upon miles and still have another day to do it, why not relax and spend it on a nice secluded beach? Maybe a naturist one as
“Tan lines are ugly to see”
and so they reach Adiça beach where she can have all of his body and nice soft cock in view while he gets to admire nice curves, fantastic tits and his favourite kind of slit, the innie, it doesn’t take long until they touch each other but it’s the norm there and no one bats an eye, they take a long glance instead, she puts it in her mouth as soft and feels it growing inside of her while he squeezes her tits and rubs her pussy before riding him and then taking a dip in the crystalline ocean water, eating a homemade lunch they made together, playing beach volley both on the shore and in the water, playing catch while swimming and “who has them more, then more they should propose”... after all the fun they dry up, get in the car, shower and then rush to Cascais to admire the sunset
and have a little stroll around before and after having dinner, the flame also brings them to cuddling on the seaside on the rocks like olden times teen couples that have to find a secluded place to express all of their love, the sea breeze acts like a love potion... they head back to the hotel, the car won’t transform in a pumpkin by midnight but it’s been a full day and it doesn’t matter where they are or what they do as long as they have each other on their side.
Tilltheend
The next morning they visit the castel of São Jorge and in the afternoon the archaeological museum of Carmo plus the museum of Portuguese cinema, they have a lot of fun with it and as always their stomachs guide them well, but it’s time for the most passionate sex, they won’t stop until they destroy the bed between the pounding, a bratty that keeps moving and tries to avoid being used with the underwear being ripped up, slaps, spanking, fisting, squeezing, chocking, gag inducing blowjobs, pussy and ass licking, rimming, all the extreme they can think of... the moans can be heard two rooms across, if he nuts he uses her as a cockwarmer and pets her telling how good she was. He releases her, have another shower, pack everything and go back to bed.
His morning wood rubs against her pussy so much that the presence alone wakes her up and makes her want a last quick ride on his cock, no one says no to that, especially him, shower, head down to the lobby, pay the stay and whatever extra and then to the airport, she still has to fly back home, they go hand in hand all the way they can, then at customs they have to say goodbye to each other, he couldn’t take more days off and follow her in the States to complete the circle, maybe another time, surely another time, a movie like love kiss ensues, they also decide to write to each other both in the modern and old way, having a physical letter in hand while reading it brings you a lot closer, they start to sing together...
Close your eyes and I’ll kiss you, Tomorrow I’ll miss you, Remember I’ll always be true, And then while I’m away, I’ll write home every day, And I’ll send all my loving to you.
I’ll pretend that I’m kissing, The lips I am missing, And hope that my dreams will come true, And then while I’m away, I’ll write home every day, And I’ll send all my loving to you.
He gets back in the car and heads to the beach cova de vapor as she waits at the gate and boards the plane, he watches her plane pass over him and get smaller and smaller, but despite that he can’t get a song get his head
I think I’m gonna be sad, I think it’s today, yeah, The girl that’s driving me mad, Is going away,
She’s got a ticket to ride...
He knows the rest of the song is just untrue; as they both travel back home on both ends there’s a mix of emotions, they are happy of having found such a treasure and the memorable time they have spent together, but they are a bit sad it ended so soon, they want a part 2, 3, 4, 5, 100, 3.000, 75.000... they like to tell almost all of it to friends and family, and deep down they know something, if it is fate then, as one of her favourite books and tattoo put it, “Odd Thomas” by Dean Koontz, they are destined to be together forever.
3 I The new Old World
5 II The trip must go on
9 III New day, new plans
11 IV Across the border
15 V Till the end
Dedicated to the most fantastic girl in the world, one that it doesn’t matter what happens, she will be always in the author’s mind, because what elevates her is her character and elegant bearing, heart of gold and the right dose of adventure seeking.