I want to make it clear that I would love to accompany my friend Paul Ruíz all the time that may be necessary, for not leave it only, of course, in this hard setback of fate whereby these days that run he is going through. But it happens that I don't have much mind to deal with problems of anyone these days so curious and that have the lightness of gentle ecstasy of a soap bubble. What happens is that today I am a victim of all these passionate outbursts of the soul who adhere to our skin whenever we sat in the room of the most warm and sensual desires. Yes, very apparently, sometimes the soul longs with intensity an unbridled and unlimited passion and longs the sweet Kiss of lust. It all started that first day I came to the City of the Crescent Mist and I found, in the apartment that I was given to live, three beautiful, seductive and young women bathing fully naked in a jacuzzi. But this does not stop there. This, in fact, was just the beginning of everything. After six days of my arrival in this city of sunsets with hues of oranges, reds, purples and sometimes even green, the beautiful Rebecca went into the bathroom where I was showering me totally naked, and without saying anything, she started to kissing me passionately and I, without thinking, I followed her the game. She caressed my skin with amazing dexterity. She also had a preference for stroking my erect member, which made me think of her, at the beginning, like a sick of sex or something. But then I decided it was best to forget some of my more traditional ideas, and some minor prejudices, and leave she to do it what dictated her the pulses of the instinct. To the following day, I learned of the synergistic nymphomania of hallucinatory pulsion who had also taken place in the young bodies of Xiomara and Marian and on the most sensual liturgies of a libidinous quintessence. The first of those two beautiful and lascivious girls that I have mentioned, that is, Marian, dared to get in my bed during a night of infinite dew. She arrived as the bride of the forbidden and totally naked, and we made love as if we had done it dozens of times. The second girl, this is, Xiomara, was a good day for university where I was studying, with her eyes of waning moon and her caresses of oneiric suspension, and in one of my free hours we made love in the first bath for men that we find. The day after this intense event, those three women of overflowing sensuality that are my hosts and I, we immerse ourselves in the jacuzzi of apartment of them totally naked, and that's when these girls asked me which of them did better, in previous days, the supreme act of love, and they requested me that please explain my answer in great details. Sure, that, although it may not seem, it was a really difficult time for me. I didn't know what to say. But those girls insisted much. They were on the verge of angry when I decided to tell them that for me, so far, the best girl in passion was Rebecca, for her skillful hands. Hands very good for become verbs of magic and eroticism destined to inquire the morphology of a sinuous and energetic skin. At that time, the anger that was beginning to sketch the face of the three ebbed completely.

To my two weeks of my arriving in the City of the Crescent Mist, I did not want to know most about sex or passion. Yes, after I felt in the most astral and hot paradise for about six or seven days, and after drinking the most exquisite elixirs of eternal passion, I had had enough. So I decided to go spend a few days at the apartment of my friend Julian. Exactly three days, that it was the maximum time I could stay outside the apartment of those three beautiful nymphomaniacs, without suffering a terrible consequence. The consequence of losing the scholarship, that I repeat, do not know why or how was that I earned it and I was granted. Now, once in the apartment of my friend Julian, I asked him, if he knew of three women from a photo that I showed him, it he knew if they were perhaps prostitutes, girls prepaid, or something like that. Sure, I taught my friend a photo of Marian, Rebecca and Xiomara. I taught him that photo and I asked him that question specifically, because he was, according to as I understood with some stories that he told about himself and Amalia, one of the most frequent visitors of one of the brothels in the city. He told me then, after a shadow of mystery, after an absolute reminiscent, after looking at the photo of my three sensual friends with essence of infinite woman, than ever before in his life had seen any of those three beautiful girls, but he promised me that I would do some research. However, that same day, at night, he reached his apartment and said me that definitely those three women were not prostitutes or anything else like it, because of the contrary Amalia had told him, yes, she, the prostitute of which he was deeply in love.

"Well, anyway, Julian", I said, "would be good that you to help me a little and once in a while with those three beautiful women."

"Never, my dear friend," he said.

"Ah !, and why?"

"Because yesterday in night I promised her, to she, to my pretty Amalia, that while I continue frequenting to her in the brothel in which she works, not I will sleep with other distinct woman, and much less with one woman that can have the same profession that she."

"What profession, Julian? ¿Prostitute?"

"Yes, the same. But you must not say it that way."

"In what way?"

"In this way somewhat pejorative in which you said it."

"I did not say it in a pejorative way, my friend."

"Well, I believe the contrary. Anyway, if those three women with which you live are as you say they are, I do not even want to know of they."

"But, if the other day, for example, at the concert to which we went of hip-hop, you were conquering a girl."

"That's different, because in that time I had not yet made to my Amalia the promise that my soul made her under the complicity of passion."

"But what promise of love or whatever, you could you have done with a woman who sleeps with any man that pay her certain amount of money?"

"That, dear Javier, and excuse me talk you of this form, it's my problem".

Three days in the apartment of my friend Julian were more than enough for I replenish a little my forces. My three beautiful host girls of celestial and lustful charms, they were very happy when they saw me to come back to the apartment, to a liquid and mild life full of mysteries.