Sarah listens to me religiously. She was impressed by my philosophical remarks, my cynicism, my jests, she so simple and so natural... accustomed as she was to the practical jokes of her comrades that inhabit the kibbutz. I was disturbing, I represent a certain idea of adventure, where sex was more than an illusory purpose.
She guided me to the paroxysm of the sexual orgasm, then she evades, limiting herself to an
extra sensorial experiment; she never ventured beyond the limits of unconsciousness. That frustrated me, I wanted to overcome her inhibitions, and I start over again like an untamable adventurer to the conquest of her unsoundable psyche.
And my gestures accompanied my remarks.
- "I know some people who where abducted by extraterrestrial, and on which we carried genetic
manipulations; they inserted needles into their flesh," she said.
She seamed to believe those things, and I answered.
- "I know someone, an extraterrestrial in a certain way, equipped with a needle, overflowing with an
infallible plasma and which is all willing to make genetic manipulations on you, little biblical princess."
I closed in with my phallus, rigid like a springboard close by her half-opened vulva. She let me do it, she let herself raped by this lubricious guru until the limit of unconsciousness, then she freed herself with subtlety, murmuring incoherent sentences, affectionate, she escaped from my embrace and my sperm went falling uselessly on her jeans, on her spread thighs, on her inviting belly, into her wide opened mouth. She never gave herself up to the ultimate sacrifice.
And the extraterrestrial travelers invade again her subconscious. I had to dislodge them again.
- "How can one imagine little Sarah, that extraterrestrial travelers could ever reach our world in this very moment, considering the distance of the other planetary systems and supposing they even had to travel to the speed of light, they should have started the journey before the very birth of our solar system, it is like finding an hair from the somber fleece of Sarah in the ocean of sand of the Negev?"
- "Philosophically speaking, it is much possible to imagine that other worlds than ours could exist
somewhere, it is however improbable little Sarah that a prince from Alpha or from anywhere else will come some day, and make love to you, considering the distance between those worlds and the short life expectancy of each one of them in relation to the life of the Universe, the extraterrestrial little Sarah, it is me and I am all ready to accomplish the task instead of the visitor from Alpha of Centaurus or anywhere else."
She started tenderize over again and embrace me like a naive adolescent girl. I
traveled freely over her body of castrating Mother, slipping between her large boobs my
impatient penis she engulfed deep into her esophagus.
- "During my stay in Scotland, we circle around the Loch Ness; you know the famous monster of the Loch Ness?" I said.
- "Yes, yes, I read writings about the subject," she answered.
- "There is a building sheltering a small museum, a laboratory filled with esoteric instrumentation, some scientists, their task consisted in finding the proof of the existence of the famous monster; photographs of the sightings of the monster are exposed, seemingly faked, they find no tangible proof of the existence of the monster; happily for the Ministry of Tourism and for our collective consciousness, how could we without that maintain our insatiable thirst for unsolved mysteries."
- "But the monster is there Sarah, it exists, its remains rest forever under 100 meter of mud at the bottom of the Loch Ness and nobody will never know about it, it will escape the knowledge of man, like a vulgar ghost, it would have lived its own life, into its own Universe and outside the Universe of mankind; this is what Universe is, the opportunity for other worlds to exist, to have their own consciousness outside the consciousness of the tiny earthlings we are."
Sarah laugh with detachment. She was touching, I kiss her and start over again my perilous carnal
investigations over her tanned body of lovely Aphrodite.
- "Tel me Sarah, what good there is for the livings and the substance to exist if we are not aware of this existence. As if existence was only possible in relation with men; and that is the real question, that the universe is not centered around men and that there exist worlds centered on their own world, unconscious of the existence of other worlds, of our world, and that is the proof of our insignificance in the Cosmos, that we cannot accept, being too full of ourselves, as if we refuse being otherwise than the center of the Universe."
Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (translated from Contes et légendes, november 1998) © 1998 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
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