Mateo is starting over. After watching the love of his life fall into the desperate pit of heroin abuse, he relocates and signs onto a new job as he abandons everything from his past life. Although his self-esteem is damaged, he does an amazing job hiding the truth from his new co-workers. To them he is just a friendly newbie in the office. But Mateo has another problem that he cannot explain. He experiences strange hyper-sexual dreams whose venues and stages are beyond anything he ever could have imagined. Mateo wonders if he is really dreaming or if it is something more.
I don’t know why that hypnotherapist couldn’t help me. I haven’t been sleeping well. I wake up drained and tired like I didn’t even sleep ten minutes all night long. Sometimes I feel worse when I get up than when I went to sleep. Maybe once I get settled in my new place things will get better.
It’s starting to rain. I flick my wipers on and the rubber vanes phlegmatically drag across my windshield in exhausted strokes. They say that your car matches your mood and right now things were looking pretty relative. My aging ride squared up with my tired and defeated spirit.
I look over to the passenger seat and think about how many times, how many hours she sat there. I think about the time we got stupid drunk and fucked each other’s brains out in the state forest. That’s how that tear got there on the right seam. She was so hot that night. Who knows what got into her. Maybe it was a wild hair or the unpredictable blue moon, who knows. But that Friday she found out from a friend that you could buy genuine moonshine at the liquor store so she made me stop and buy two mason jars worth. We parked about a mile into the woods. There were no lights or any sign of a house. We were far removed from everything living except for some critters who watched us from the safety of the trees. We sat and drank the shine and decided that we would not leave until we had some fun and sobered up later on just to be safe.
It was an excellent experience. She straddled me in the passenger seat and rode me while she faced the windshield, her head bobbed a sliver above my opened moon roof. We were both so horny after splitting that first jar of shine together that I didn’t have a chance to get my pants fully removed before she started blowing me. I couldn’t reach them or kick them away so I just left them around my ankles while she let out muted moans of sheer pleasure and sucked my cock. There wasn’t much that I could do given the limitation of space so I masturbated her like we were college freshmen at a drive-in. It was a hard reach but that made it even hotter, her box grew wet and sloppy around my probing fingers.
I remember how by total chance the moon shot its rays through the deep canopy. The moon’s light backlit her head, her chest and her shoulders with a beautiful blue-gray luminescence and lent a primitive otherworldly feel, like we were tapping into nature’s primordial energy using nothing more than simple sex.
