Saint-Etienne de Baïgorry. Deep in the Basque Pyrenees. Long ago. Tears sting my eyes now. You’re gone, Trop Belle. Mirenxu. Life crushed you. But that missed shot? My hottest regret.
Storm hits hard that March morning. Northwest wind rips over the peaks. Hail pounds. Thunder roars. Snow blankets everything thick. By afternoon, sky rips open. Pristine white pyramids stab the blue. I bolt. Hiking boots on. Keys grabbed. Heart pounds already.
The Awakening on the Mountain
Three-quarters up the second pitch. Legs burn in wet snow. Pause on a rock. Sweat drips. Light a Gitane. Drag deep. Figures descend. Lost in white. Second one: red anorak. You. Blood surges. Cock stiffens under my pants. Fiancé in yellow. Bixente. Pretty boy prick. Want to smash his smug face.
Excitement builds. Forbidden. She’s mine in my head. Not his. We lock eyes first. You speak. ‘Oh! Bonjour! You climbed too?’ Formal. Basque respect. No tu. I’m hard now. Throbbing. Imagine yanking you close. Feel your tits press my chest.
Chat light. He yaps. Covers my rage. You stare at peaks. Steal glances. Your jade-gold eyes. Fuck. Piercing me. Sweat mixes with melt. Balls ache. Want to drop trou. Bend you over snow. Ram deep while he watches. Helpless.
You turn last. ‘Adio!’ Smile. Hand wave. Gone around bend. I sit. Rock hard. Head spins. Little voice hisses: ‘Should’ve fucked her right there. Punched his lights.’ Heat floods. Unzip slow. Grip cock. Stroke furious. Snow chills fingers. Precum slicks. Picture your wet cunt clenching me. Moans in that accent. ‘Harder!’ His cries ignored.
The Raw Clash and Burning Secret
Pump faster. Balls tighten. Imagine your lips on me first. Suck deep. Gag. Then flip you. Ass up. Snow on cheeks. Thrust savage. Slap skin echoes. You buck wild. Cum floods your insides. Hot. Messy. He bolts or begs. Don’t care.
Explosion hits. Jizz arcs into snow. Gasp. Body shakes. Best nut ever. Secret bliss. Zip up. Traces lead down. Follow slow. Feet numb. Soaked socks. But glow inside. Oozing satisfaction.
Descent drags. Rage simmers. ‘She’s marrying.’ Howl rips out. Vultures circle. See my soul bare.
Saw you once more. Village square. Distant wave. Your smile lights me. Then gone. City life. Marriage. Time erodes.
Now? You haunt. Unfinished. Perfect. My dick twitches at memory. Transgression’s thrill. Desired but untouched. Kept you pure in sin. Eternal tease. To be followed… never ending.