Human Sacrifices by María Fernanda Ampuero

Author:María Fernanda Ampuero [Ampuero, María Fernanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Feminist Press at CUNY

LORENA

For Lorena Gallo

Angelita tells me that she’s going to introduce me to the man of my dreams and I say, “Again?” She says, “Yes, yes, he’s cute and perfect for you.” I put on cat-eye eyeliner and sparkly lipstick because I’m sure to at least get some kisses out of this. The guy is a gringo and I like gringos. Yes. I like that they smell like Dial soap and laundry detergent and nothing else. I like how they have those perfect white teeth. I like that they are sort of dopey. I like that they pay for everything without thinking twice. I like that they are so childlike and grateful in bed, how they say oh god oh god, and how they come with cum that doesn’t smell like anything, or maybe a little like Dial, like Tide. I’m going to fuck the gringo. I put on a tight, low-cut top and underwear I bought out of a catalog that lifts my flat butt into a spectacular, amazing ass.

We go to a Mexican place because the gringos, no matter what they say, think we’re all Mexican and that we’ll feel at home there and that Mexican food makes us horny. Yeah, sexy mama. After three huge pitchers of margaritas we start to dance, and the gringo, who isn’t all shy like I imagined he’d be and looks like he’s super kinky with those devilish green eyes, slips his hands inside my underwear and slides his finger between my ass cheeks. Oh, this gringo. I love it. He looks like a prince out of a fairy tale: brown hair, white skin, tall and muscular. And to top it off, he’s aggressive. If I hadn’t moved his hands, he’d have stripped me naked right in front of all these people who are already scandalized by us, and there’s a Mexican lady making the sign of the cross. We don’t even make it home. We fuck as soon as we get in the car. He’s a whirlwind of virility, size, girth, skill. Oh, this gringo. He’s still a gringo, he still says, “Yes, yes, yes,” all yeses and all “Oh god,” and we both come until we almost pass out from pleasure. Drunk from fucking, we look at each other and burst out laughing. Like a couple of idiots. Maybe this guy really is the man of my dreams like Angelita said.

We keep going at his house. We fuck like animals, nonstop, shrieking, all night Saturday and into Sunday morning. He penetrates me and eats me and drinks me and swallows me and impales me and licks me and pummels me until I pass out from pleasure. When I get home Sunday night, I look in the mirror: my lips are swollen, my nipples bitten, almost purple, and my neck is covered in hickeys. I smile like a teenager. I’m in love with the gringo sex god. But it’s just sex, Lore, he’s not even going to call. I can barely walk and my vagina burns: I get in bed and pass out from exhaustion.

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