In this landfill can be said to have an illustrious guest.
I was the motion of Jeffrey Philip Wielandt.
The Metal Chopper # 1 Zakk Wylde.
not say anything, please. Listen to my story first.
view of the fact as they are tanned, I do not feel privileged. Because if I had possessed someone else surely would not be here. Make-up
Zakk! -
-Hush and enjoy! -
-But you're hurting me so! - Zakk
That shit is not even got rid of me when fucking.
I think he did more on my saddle in his bed.
Even at the cost of staying in the garage! It fell
pants, his wife was bending in and gave us bad.
-I is coming out of the blood! Stop! -
-But do you know what the hell's the matter? You never complained about that! - Zakk
-stop! -
And to say that the location was too uncomfortable. When Barbaranne clung on handlebars not only in danger of breaking things, but also entered the odometer in the sternum.
But his problem was not just that.
-You do not like if I push so fast? -
-Yes, but christ, I can not pierce the gut! Watch the blood! Menstruation I finished last week. Where hast done something, I'll kill you this time really, Zakk! - The
tipina Barbaranne named Catherine. It was a beautiful woman. Tall, blonde and infinitely Tamarra. We got together when they were 16 years and there were no more left. It was the only woman that I liked to carry around.
seemed born to be with his legs apart.
But Zakk was not a sample fidelity. Zakk
-Oh! I would never have imagined! -
-It 's great eh? They tell me this all-
-Come here, little cousin sfondami! -
few years ago my aunt died, who lived in Oregon. And we went there for the funeral. While the coffee was
Barbaranne, to 820 miles away, he was in Portland to fuck his cousin. The daughter of Aunt Mary Lou, one dead.
-Push! Push harder!! -
-What a bitch you are, Jessy! -
-Si, fast! Go! -
was so sorry for her, and she wept over her face at the end of Jessy all her pain. From the way I speak
seem jealous, right?
Yes, maybe I was a little bit him. And maybe still are.
But let us be frank. Another man like that, where is it?
After a while 'time also began to believe that it was not his wife or girlfriends to do so exciting, but I.
If he is in love with himself and I am the product of his mind, then love for me is easily understood.
He designed me and I ejaculated as I was his daughter.
I drew all night giving me a form, a soul and a body.
what I wanted.
On December 1, 2004 came to pick me up.
When I saw the first time, I'm sure who has excited.
He looked down, he kicked his heels and blushed. How to do when you
shame.
Then he touched. He caressed my whole body.
He stuck his fingers in every corner, has followed my bullseyes, my skull, my crosses. His eyes have licked my paint.
Then he looked at the mechanic and told him to go away.
It is placed with its tough on my ass saddle. He positioned his feet and grabbed the handlebars. Everything matched. As if you were born to be beneath him.
His hands were large. Rough and sweaty.
and I put the key on.
Then he turned the throttle and laughed.
We left for our first trip.
From Los Angeles to Monterey Bay. Following the first river, the coast.
The street was deserted. There was no one to interrupt our lovemaking.
So I jumped in my face all my power.
I sacrificed him for a rattlesnake.
I did enjoy.
I Zakk inside me.
I was his creature, his mistress, his lady.
Then he started to cry. A scream
disarming exploded from the depths of his genius.
never ended, it seemed forever. Generated by a state of being seen or dreamed of. Bestial.
We returned home three days later.
-What happened to you, you asshole? You have left to take the bike and then?
Could you tell me! -
His wife would call the police if it had not come home by midnight.
To avoid having to worry about his family, staying out too many days, I decided to devote one day per week.
left from Los Angeles without knowing the destination.
I take him for a walk like my trophy. I was so proud of him! I could hear him above me, it shuddered. The muscles of his legs were twitching at every roar of the engine. And I gave him what he wanted.
alone, he and I, united in a single vice, we kissed passionately tight, moaned and screamed together.
I was between her legs and I knew it happy.
How I would love to be a woman just to make us love.
But I know that I would not so satisfied.
sex, however, never let go.
When we went away, detached from the daily obligations and return to being a teenager. He drank beer and cascades of fucked like a bull. Only women, mind you, but if men were not certainly would have noticed. A
Friday came to Palm Springs. A small town
forty thousand inhabitants to the desert.
Zakk There were two friends who did not disdain.
As soon as we pulled up under their balcony Molly and Laura recognized the sound of my engine, and ran down. A salute.
-salts! Or would you prefer the alley behind? - Zakk smiled
-Hop in the saddle that you think I-
We went behind the alley.
Molly was a beautiful white woman. Low, lean and very nasty. Laura, however, was black. When bent, the muscles of the legs became the basis for launching rockets. A few seconds and you were in orbit.
But it was more timid and often preferred to watch.
That night, however, participated.
In anticipation of the arrival of man had a tank top and miniskirt.
To make your work less tiring. A
sat on the tank and the other on the saddle. Zakk
peaked at the center. They started kissing. His hands were six and moved like tentacles.
While they were immersed in the jungle, a pick-up stopped at the entrance of the road. Pointing the headlights on.
-son of a bitch! Here's where you go. Filthy disgusting! -
was Barbaranne. He got out of his pickup and began to slam the lids of bins. Zakk turned toward her, put his hands in his face and yelled to stop. In a panic, not even went back inside the bird.
When she calmed down, ran to her trying to sketch some excuse. I could not hear what he said, but it certainly failed.
The two women, meanwhile, were chuckling.
lowered her skirt and got home.
Molly looked out the window to enjoy the show. Laura no.
That night I stayed and Zakk Americas Best Value Inn.
The usual sleazy motel for couples.
The next day we took the road to home.
But it was not one of our trips.
My man was crying.
For the first time he had worn a helmet. I could hear her sobs. I imagined her hair wet with tears.
Do not touch me like before. His hand had become hard and violent.
His body was rigid. Not screaming, not trembling, did not enjoy.
The road was no longer our marriage bed.
had become a snake of asphalt and nothing more.
And I, I had become a means of transport as many.
A chopper. A pearl that you buy at the Harley dealer and held for months in the garage. A gathering dust. Until one day, the guilt does not push to hunt. The
you get some 'air, it goes around the neighborhood and back to the place.
Here, I felt that way.
And I took only a few miles to realize this.
back home not even put me back in the box. I went out, I accavallettò and ran inside. I was under the veranda, in an ideal position to hear the screams.
The children, fortunately, were in school.
heard the voice of Barbaranne. I did not understand what he was saying, but his words were to be of stone blocks. The threw out loud, slowly, lapidary.
And then silence.
-Okay, I do. I do it because I love you! - Zakk
left the door directly to the sidewalk.
grabbed the stick that the stop was in front of the garden. Expelled him from the asphalt and showed it to his wife. This
-okay? -
crying.
She nodded, without saying a word. He came next to me.
He looked at me. He bent down and kissed me on my saddle.
-This is for you, Barbara. Because I love you and our family-
seized the bar with both hands.
stiffened muscles and hit me.
The first time I broke the lamp. The second shot
bent the handlebars.
The third shot was a desperate cry. Resting his head on the odometer begged my pardon. Tears streaming down my steel and bent his fist a fork.
Her hair slid over me.
I was injured but still alive. My dedication was not demolished by a couple of sticks. It was not enough so little.
-Well, so show me your love, Zakk? -
-Please, a minute ..-
Zakk pulled himself up on his legs.
Slowly he went behind the house and disappeared for a few minutes. When he reappeared in his hand a tank.
I sprinkled petrol and set fire to me.
I burned slowly. It took me about 4 hours to collapse.
The smell of my skin, my paint and my metal remained in the air all day.
When I finally was harmless Barbaranne loaded on the pick up and deposited here. The landfill.
When he left, Zakk had stopped crying. Did not turn to look, or to give me a last farewell. But I am sure that every time he sings "The Last Goodbye, I think.
Sara Ciambotti. 23.
Vive L'Aquila, where he studied at the Faculty of Humanities, course of study in Image and Communication.
She loves writing and reading. Whatever, if they're well made.
She also loves to travel. This is his blog
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