I am seventeen years old and still a Virgin . I am slightly tall but skinny and slender. A petite gamine. I am a look alike of actress Jolie , black hair with a chignon and blue eyes .Half arab/half French .
At twelve, I had an innocent platonic liaison with a chic classmate. We fiddled with Amour to discover our amorous potentials. We overflowed our love to keep our hearts beating forever and ever.
Once we decided to make a bonfire. So, we went serenading to the beach for a moonlight sonata .
Though my paramour had a pale moon face, I was struck by his moony figure. We used to play cache cache . I hid in the dark and once discovered, he used to embrace me by imprinting his cachet bites all over my frail physique.
Alas, at sixteen, our romance eclipsed , when another meteor appeared in the horizon . He was slightly older and he loved kissing. I made it clear to him that I wanted to preserve my virginity for a future beau husband , so as to live happily ever after. I let him caress me down below with his tongue. He gave me blue feelings and sometimes pink with intense pleasure . When my lips became Rouge from kissing , I abruptly ended this affair before it went any further.
At 17 and one day before my birthday, I decided to take a trip to Tabra in Arabia, as I was always fascinated by it’s captivating desert scenery . I dreamt of a charming prince on horseback, coming out of a sandstorm and sweeping me up from my feet unto the back of his horse. Our plane landed at dusk in December. While routing to the hotel , I admired the waking up of the rising sun and it’s miraculous reflection on the sand dunes. It was hot and it seemed to me that I saw water on the road. It was my first experience of a mirage.
At 7pm , I took a quick showery douche . I had my period at the time. While cascading through my body, the water mixing with blood, poured down below like watercolours. Due to cramps and a heavy discharge , I had a malaise, a feeling of low spirits . At 9pm , I decided to go to a discotheque . I hurriedly put on a décolleté dress, slipped my mini skirt and sprayed eau de Cologne all over my skin . After a short stroll in the souk , I made my la-di- da entrance into the ‘ Rupture Club’. The dance floor was packed with shadows and silhouettes, resembling ghosts , jerking in the foggy atmosphere of smoke , shaking off their lust of frustration. Then , I saw him . He had a retroussé nose. His dark eyes rolled in their sockets , covering me from top to bottom, like the beacon of a lighthouse , signaling an imminent danger. He approached me with a slight limp and with a slight smile said :
-“ Let’s funk about . “ Before I could say ‘yes ‘ or ‘no’ , he grabbed me by the elbow in a brusque manner and into the dance floor. How naïve and jejune I was. I should have made a scene but I was shy and politically correct lest I should disrespect their customs . We had a few cocktails and at midnight , he suggested accompanying me to my hotel . As we stepped out into the morning breeze, I thought of Cinderella and little red riding hood . We strolled through the narrow deserted alleys . Suddenly, he stopped, seized me by my hair chignon , stamped me to the floor and torn rip my culotte .
– “ Please stop. I have my period . “ I said , begging for mercy .
-“ It’s either your body or your life “ he replied with a purring sound .
I tried to struggle but to no avail . I was paralysed with fright and started defecating . Suddenly a group of four fat men appeared while whistling in a hissing sound . I heard one of them say in broken English :
-“ Shame on you Sahib. This is not the way to welcome tourists to our country .” . They started kicking him until he ran away.
-“ Don’t worry. We live nearby. We will take you there and call the gendarmerie. “. I felt reassured but the damage has already been done .They carried me to a deserted alleyway and dropped me on a mattress . I heard them arguing among themselves as to who is going first . With tears in my eyes , I pleaded and said:
– “ Please Don’t hurt me , it’s my birthday today .” .
Their passion was then aroused to it’s highest decimal . They thwarted my legs apart, until they were dangling high in the air , like in a Can Can dance . They beastly sucked my breasts . One after the other, like a bull, first stepped backward to gain inertia , and then charged and penetrated me with a thrust . Now forward…Now backward . Each blast was a new rape. I tried to cry but my voice was muffled by their accursed hands . The wind was blowing and I could hear the howling of the dogs . The silence of the night was suddenly broken by thunder and the rattling rain poured down as if coming to my rescue. I tried to fight shy as I didn’t want the last blow to coincide with my last breath . There they were like mechanical pumps, pumping vertically or horizontally , depending on the position at a given moment in time . With tears in my eyes , I waited for the liquid to lapse or the climax to come . One …two …three…zoom…zoom…zoom, I hoped it would be soon, for I could no longer endure the crushing weight of their bodies , or the nauseating smell of their skin. One hundred…three hundred…six hundred…Pff…Pff…Pfff… with a hiss ..the seminal fluid splashed Forward. They then cried Alala , relieved themselves and dismounted. When they finished, I was red and blue in the area of my Venusian zone. Bubbles of blood and semen were glued to my canoe-shaped genitals . I was then changed from a pristine Virgin to a strumpet with a deep hole which can hold as much as two clapping hands . All my dreams has been shattered. Eternal perdition be upon you , maniac and unhuman rapists . I loathe you for you were making lust to a corpse since my soulwas elsewhere during this foul ordeal . Some are fit to fuck animals and some themselves . As I was about to faint, one of the rapists put his ear on my breast and said :
-“ No heart beat. She is dead. “ .
I felt my soul leaving my body . They positioned my still body on it’s stomach , and from above, I saw them lit a candle and started singing posthumously ‘ Happy Birthday’ .
Now, my spirit is revolving within my body, trying to make it’s exit to the unknown. Which orifice will it choose ? . The mouth ? , the nostrils? Or the eardrum? . Definitely not the anus since it is blocked by a candle . Besides, since the shape of my visage , resembles my derrière , it’s not befitting for my soul to elope through the back door .
Unexpectedly and out of the blue, I heard a fart . Am I in deep shit ? Is it a sign of damnation?
Or the last meal I ate ‘ Chilli con carne ‘ . Suddenly and like a rocket , my soul shoots upwards , bridging past, present and future into one .
Adieu terracotta . Goodbye earth. No regrets . (TO BE CONTINUED).