EXCITED

As the days passed, the existence of Olegario Rey in Valeria's daily work and private routine became indispensable. If, due to some unexpected circumstance, Olegario excused himself from picking her up at the newspaper offices or at her apartment, Valeria felt a sense of anxiety and helplessness that only Olegario's presence could fill. This inexplicable unease was not just the result of feeling threatened. It was also the urge to be close to her and protected by the man whose athletic body revealed her so much. With the passing of a short time, she had experienced a mysterious and incomprehensible form of attraction towards him. Olegario Rey was unable to accept the great attraction that exalted all the muscles of his body between women and homosexuals. Valeria had not made love for a long time and her solution to the lack of a fixed lover consisted of masturbating with a dildo during her sleepless nights, making that frequent practice an addiction that she was not willing to continue; above all, after Olegario appeared in her life with the intention of protecting her from the stalking of the cannibal. How could an impetuous and spectacular female like her appease her sexual ardor? During her nocturnal dreams, she drenched her pantyhose with the lewd syrup of her own excrescences. How many times in the privacy of her room, looking at herself naked in front of the dressing table mirror, did she get intoxicated by the sensual shapes of her body, feeling attracted to herself? Without any shame, she caressed her vagina in the heat of her wild desire until she achieved orgasm. Being governed by the sign of Scorpio, Valeria was a passionate woman by nature, who knew how to treasure the circle of her desire for the chosen man. One of her many sleepless nights, she imagined herself delivered to the pleasures of lust; testing her most unspeakable appetites. She imagined herself naked and giving herself body and soul to the only man she liked: Olegario Rey! -Isn't he a divine man? Valeria wondered. It is! She – she answered herself. She imagined him completely naked, admiring his legs, his chest, his phenomenal behind, his bulge and his unfading macho face; feeling possessed by the obscene fever that flowed from her red-hot sex. She went back to stand in front of her oval mirror, unpointing her robe and taking out her exuberant pair of breasts from her black and transparent bra; caressing himself, moaning and ecstatic at the sensuality of her own contemplation. Who but she was the same goddess, haughty and arrogant, who posed before the mirror? With her fingertips, she moistened the rich nipples with the nectar from her mouth; and in her imagination games she felt delivered and surrendered in the arms of Olegario Rey who, with her sensual mouth, sucked her breasts until she was maddened with passion. -I'm juicy. –Valeria repeated herself insistently, while she kept squeezing her breasts, one against the other. And why not make an appointment with Olegario that same night, to make what he dreamed come true? Why not put aside the obsession that, after her body, perhaps, could become the main course of the bloodthirsty cannibal who had threatened her and was on the loose in the city? -I prefer that Olegario eat me raw, before the cannibal eats me roasted –said Vanessa laughing. A sudden state of mind made her reconsider before making the decision she thought: Why not go see a musical? Then, a romantic dinner in a nice place and then to her apartment... well, the rest would be their decision. She would bear the cost of everything. It was an invitation to thank you for services rendered free on behalf of her detective. He was determined: that night he would eat Olegario Rey! This time, Valeria would become the cannibal of the city. As the horrific murders occurred, Olegario Rey's concerns about being relieved of the investigation, given its lack of results, made him a depressive and strange being, even for Valeria, who was hopelessly in love with him. He was and in what way! And what was most incredible: she was dominated by that toy of Olegario's: his little newborn boy's cock. She didn't even understand it herself! The handsome macho found without intending to, the mold of his shoe. In this way, she Valeria had saved him from his terrifying inferiority complex. Olegario Rey came to a brief conclusion on account of his own investigations: -The murderer is a tall and well-built man; but sooner or later he will make a mistake and then he will be vulnerable. Why does he only attack exclusive members of The Supreme Holy Order and not others? he wondered. There was no doubt that the criminal was somehow linked to the secret activities of the society. He then decided to focus his inquiries around the fellowship of the order. For that night I decided or not to think about that stressful matter anymore, and he preferred to relieve himself a little, attending to the invitation of the journalist who was waiting for him in his apartment. Valeria's purpose was none other than to relax him a bit with one of her classic oral practices... Valeria's sexual appetite for Olegario had turned her into a complacent lover, ready for anything. Among her many intimate games was the practice of onanism; and without Valeria ever noticing the small size of her body.. What Olegario Rey did not count on that night was that someone was watching him closely outside his office without him noticing. . Oliver said goodbye to his boss and without wasting time went to the parking lot; and after boarding his car, he started it heading towards Valeria's apartment, not suspecting that a black sedan driven by someone was following him closely. Olegario never noticed the stalking, because at that moment he only thought of Valeria and her sexual games. All he coveted at that moment was to look at Valeria naked, caress her and kiss her, to finally massage her and bathe her with her own liquids... This time, Olegario was more aroused than ever; so that this journey seemed longer than usual. When he finally arrived, his watch said nine fifteen. He was unaware that someone had followed him there. The only intention of that someone was to cautiously enter Valeria's apartment, as soon as the opportunity arose and without anyone noticing his presence inside her; observing without being discovered the love affair between the journalist and the detective. Olegario carried in his pocket the Danish chocolate bar that Valeria liked so much before making love. After announcing himself, he entered the lobby of the building and later took the elevator to the fourth floor. Moments later he was in front of the door of the apartment, where Valeria was waiting for him with an impatient feeling of anxiety. -You almost did not arrive, my love! Her –she told him before passionately kissing him. The door closed and they both continued inside through the hall of the apartment. Olegario never expected to find her like this, dressed as she was; in a way as erotic as irresistible. She was wearing a transparent pink robe that revealed the sensual forms of her perfect body. Olegario kissed her on the mouth and her neck, shaking her with the power of her kisses; while her fingers brushed the tips of her nipples; to then grope the mount of Venus further down, which was getting wet at the contact of her fingers. -Lick my breasts, my love! –Vanessa begged– Suck me all…! The couple allowed themselves to be seduced by the jazz music that pervaded the warm environment; without suspecting that "the ripper" had been watching them for a while from a dark corner, after surreptitiously entering through the sliding kitchen window that was accessed by climbing the emergency ladder without being detected by anyone. Olegario and Valeria were so devoted to the fieryness of their encounter that they did not notice the presence of the ferocious assassin who was spying on them stealthily. Illuminated by the twilight light of the room, they allowed themselves to be carried away by passion without paying attention to anything else. They were completely undressing each other, reflecting the beauty of their bodies in the large mirror that presided over the room. Missing no detail, the intruder was extremely excited, holding his breath with difficulty so as not to give himself away. Suddenly an impulse to kill came over him; as if a mental power, beyond his control, suddenly possessed him. Would that ruthless murderer dare immolate Valeria and Olegario and then continue with the horrifying rite of mutilating and eating them? Everything would go according to plan, but this would not happen tonight; because this time, he was only content to devour them with his eyes. Other victims were still on the list and for now, it was better that Olegario and Valeria were alive to witness their exploits. There would be plenty of time to kill them both and serve them as an exquisite delicacy at his table, before being gobbled up. The more he watched that erotic encounter of the lovers, the greater the urge to tear them to pieces with the blood-hungry knife. The excitement of looking at the countenance of agony of his unfortunate victims, made the ripper feel the shock of glorious climax. He carried in his suitcase the collection of knives arranged to fulfill his butcher's work. Much of his delight was feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, fearing that he would feel trapped or dueled with a resisting victim. That night he wanted to find another kind of excitement. Those two trophies that he would have loved to slay were there, exposed to the danger that hung over them. They were for him, the two execrable enemies of him! Valeria, the journalist a, had been reporting on his appalling crimes. Olegario Rey, the policeman, was looking for him to arrest him and send him to the electric chair. And the ripper, the supposed cannibal, was in his presence, without their realizing it! ...But who of the two alleged murderers was there that night? Which of the two was the real one or the usurper who was sending Valeria e-mails to claim the deaths of the real one as their own? The romantic and sexual scene that she witnessed had excited him more than imaginable. The ripper was also surprised by the way in which the most intrinsic part of him discovered those unexpected emotions that were in no way close to his base criminal instincts. He seemed imprecise to understand equally the angel of passion and on the other hand the avenging demon. Listening to Valeria and Olegario's moans of pleasure made the ripper momentarily forget his real objective: to eliminate Dr. Pierre and Dionisio; the other two remaining founding members of the Holy Order.