Fiction is our imaginary world. Within that world are our fantasies in all aspects of life. Love and sex are fundamental aspects and the fiction that we make of them will be a determining factor in it.
Most long for animal sex and fantasize about it. Others have deviations that should be studied. A small number have a neuronal craving, this produces the search for situations that complement their fantasy and share it in love and sex.
The Greeks classified love into four types, but none sustains neural love. This does not depend on kindness, devotion or any specific behavior ... It depends on the need generated in the minds of those involved in a relationship.
Estela sought to satisfy her sexual need only in love. She didn't understand sex without love. With Thomas she could never do it.
It is difficult to balance the brain and heart, she achieved it in everything she did ... She only lacked the appropriate partner that did not interfere with her balance and harmony.
Ezekiel was similar to her in many respects, but antagonistic in the way of give answers and that made him tremendously attractive to her.
She had remembered very sad moments of adolescence, she was raped by a classmate when leaving school.
Her classmates took her to a secluded place after class. The boys were waiting there, she kept her tied to a chair while they had anal sex with them ... so as not to lose her virginity! Well, at that time it was a bad letter of introduction not to have it ...
It was her turn, he flatly refused but she was forced by force. They kept her holding onto her while they abused her ... he never forgot. She came to her house and her adoptive father was drunk and her mother told him that she was hallucinating. She had no one to lean on even to cry.
When she recovered from the incident, upon arriving at the school, she learned that the transport where her fellow aggressors had moved had collided with another and they were all seriously injured.
They spent months in hospital and the young man who raped her was left with considerable consequences and disability.
They never spoke to her again and looked at her in horror.
She had a great inner world. She was creative. She married young Thomas who never understood her.
Her creativity was demonstrated in the candy store, where she had a select clientele. The good readings of her made her a cultured woman with a great lexicon.
Her sex life was a failure. When her husband was alive, she was relegated to few relationships, cold and devoid of passion, since what she liked he was repulsed by and vice versa.
Inside her lay her passion waiting to be awakened by someone ... She was not a cold woman, she was a sleeping volcano. She was certain that her sexual fiction would be realized soon. She believed in polarity coming true in the couple.
Dr. Lameda looked for her in the store. She had to sign insurance papers and other pending matters at the company and he graciously drove her away in her car.
He felt her deep gaze, he watched her every move. She was intimidated by him ... It was easy to deduce that she intended to seduce her. Upon her return, when he left her at her house, he said, "Do you want me to accompany you for a while?" My daughter appreciated her gift and spent a long time talking about the pretty lady, that's what she calls her ... " Yes, of course, spend a while and we talk, sit down and make yourself comfortable. I will serve you a special tea ...
They shared a time of pleasant conversation about the paintings that she owned in her house. He was an amateur painter and knew many interesting details. They said goodbye affectionately, but he did not let go of her hand ... He brought her close to his body and kissed her without asking permission, she tried to get away but felt weak, she liked his closeness and wanted him ... He was delicate in his treatment and caresses, she felt passion and did not resist, she took off her clothes and kissed her gently on her arid body ... She felt a great energy flood her and that her sexual fiction came true, she suddenly remembered Azrael and took him away from her body " Let's stop this madness Get out of my house! She has no right to kiss me and take advantage of the fact that I am alone and sad to have a good time of fun ..." She is not
insanity, i'm lonely too and i'm getting divorced. There is nothing wrong with loving, understand that ... We are not fooling anyone. We are a reality. There is mutual attraction, I felt it when I kissed her. "She's wrong with me, she doesn't know what I feel or what I want, I'm a serious woman and I know when to decide to do something. Now I want you to go and forget the incident, he told her, while he opened the door for her and pointed out of it ...
She thought of Azrael, the man who understood her better than anyone and with whom she fully identified.
He could not forget her kiss, nor the smell of her, nor the softness of her skin ...
She couldn't fall asleep, she had the feeling of her presence. He was a psychiatrist and he knew how to dominate her psychologically. Her deep gaze read his thoughts. For the first time she felt that a man dominated her without saying a word. He had depth of thought but was realistic and concrete. She would clash with her imagination and fantasy and again the relationship would be a failure. She is crazy, besides the death of Thomas is recent.
He was happy, he touched his lips and remembered the taste of her. She is beautiful in body and soul, she thought. I like her too much and she's so smart ... I'd like to tame her! She needs it, she could represent her well and love her as she deserves ...
She wondered why she had rejected him if he felt that she liked her closeness to her, she wanted to study her psychologically. She knew that she was not an ordinary woman and could not link her to stereotypes of known group behaviors. That drew her attention more and she awakened in him an unknown fiction in sex and love.
He had to change her behavior and apologize when he saw her, although inside he was dying to kiss her again. She totally occupied her thoughts and a neural love fiction arose in him ...