Night, No Moon...

 

By EDUARDO PAZ-MARTINEZ

MATAMOROS, Mexico | Estrella Bocanegra looked beautiful making love to her favorite Hollywood actor, Leonardo DiCaprio. She had him on top, all-in, long, silky legs wrapped around his back down by the tops of his butt, arms up over his husky upper body.

Only, it wasn’t really Leonardo she was moaning to, nor was it even some lookalike, if you could ever find one in Matamoros, Mexico, where she lived. 

No, this Leonardo was a portly Mexican dude who’d been ordered to service Estrella while wearing a rubber mask with the dead-on features of the famous Hollywood actor. She went ahead and kissed the soft mask anyway, slobbering over the bottom half as she let-out a thick stream of guttural noises that came from her toes and that spot between her legs.

Wanton sex, she might have said well-into this scene, was always for the moment, for the now and the next now and that’s all. She splayed her legs like a champ as the fake Leonardo alerted her to his final thrust, the engorgement about over.

Then, done, he lifted his right arm to the bottom of the mask and ripped it hard backwards, ridding himself of the annoying prop. "No aguanto el calor!!!" he said, succinctly.

Estrella, middle-aged cleaning lady of a drug cartel honcho, nodded in full perspiration, fattened streams on a slide down to the tops of her large breasts, her outie belly button and all the way to her wet, jet-black pubic mound, and then slid back to the bed’s despair-white wicker headboard, shaking her long hair and acknowledging the heat in the room...

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[EDITOR'S NOTE:...From the short story collection neatly-typed stacked at my feet...]