Restrained

by Israel Centeno

She had been pushed against a cold wall covered with ceramics, her body had beaten by dual, irritating and pleasant sensations; the impelled a toothed and hidden lust, violent desires to abolish herself and surrender to the hands sown inside; to submit to the tongue that pulled her mouth or forced her to keep all her lips open. They knocked on the door and she woke up; the memory of the body is the memory of sleep. She will never know how viscous it was, how warm, how fruity was that restrained semen.