A Beautiful Long Erotic Tale
A Beautiful Long Erotic Tale Should I recount the details of what happened between Karla and me—not once, but hundreds of times? Well, no; but if I didn't write it down, and no reader stumbled upon these words, then those scenes of when she and I made love would irretrievably fade into oblivion. Scenes of which I was the only witness. Yes, Karla was there too; but her perspective was very different from mine, and she didn't perceive them in the same way I did. Was it love, affection, or was it just sex? That's the question we all ask ourselves when such an intimate, frequent, and close relationship ends. How to put it? Where does affection end and love begin? How does tenderness merge them? Or at what point does sex enter the picture and overwhelm all the senses and all feelings? And I'm not referring to sex as the act of a frenzied repetition of one body overwhelming another; No, because that's not love; and yes, it happens too, but it's not what makes ...