Pulling a face of complete exhaustion, I kissed her and tucked my nose and face in around the nape of her neck and fell off the earth…Ah, Morpheus…”They dream only of America”…Yes, I think Johanna dreamed of America, of making it up North with a guy who could come over every part of the twentieth Century…the white deluge…the conqueror of sleep…the man that rolleth over after finishing…Yes, I could feel the soft spot forming between us, right around the mind’s alley and through the back door…I liked this girl’s toughness and her quick mouth—completely polar to Ramona’s waif femaleness and youth…Johanna had age and brevity and some imprint of the wine of youth, bound to tell me stories and meet me halfway…something I was beginning to feel like the Ecuadorian wasn’t up to…
I dreamed tiny mezzotints in a drowsy numbness of middle-night with an occasional hard on, but we slept straight on through, past my mom’s early exit for diving, then lazily nudged ourselves awake until we were right back into good and hard fucking, this time with the covers thrown back using all available light…man it was like being bombed on Teamster’s liquor—kool, wet, and just the right amount of time—yes, the vaunted morn’ BALLING, with a fresh quart of night pee built up in the bladder applying pressure and elongating the reach of the Dick into a Richard…I went for a good while before I moved down and ate her pussy, sending her into rising exclamations of “God Save Me” and “Ka Kaw Kaw”…It was twenty minutes back on the horse before we both came off, gasped, and called it a night…
I remember the shower being especially good, with clouds of steam and mist rising of our tall palm skins…we made a nice display of washing each other thoroughly and locking tongues some for good measure…Johanna left that morning amid a feeling of general anesthetic applied to a forgone conclusion…She knew and I knew that we would see each other again, but that I had some Ramona business to attend to—or maybe I would just move it on over and forget Ecuador…It wouldn’t be that easy, cause I could tell that my strong fear-backed driver would stick to the stunning beast Ramona…
- Michael Price
