Romance Page #4

If I've had been able to betray him,

even though he was the only one I loved,

wouldn't his unfaithfulness

be insignificant anymore, either...

But he wasn't unfaithful.

It was far worse:

He enjoyed being on his own.

Love between men and women...

one cannot stress it often enough,

is a treacherous battle.

Exactly...

I win, if I come home the last.

I know it,

hence the advantage is mine.

That's what I dream of...

Being a c*nt for some guy,

who only wants to plug in...

Without faking an emotion...

Just out of crude desire.

Being taken by someone...

Anyone.

A pauper, a loser,

with which one tosses and turns,

just out of fun in tossing and turning...

in the shame, in disrepute...

A childlike craving.

B*tch, turn 'round,

I want to f*** you! - Pay me!

You have no choice!

I f***ed you, whore!

I'm not ashamed! Bastard!

Does nymphomania mean,

destroying yourself, because...

you choose the one...

who's not in love with you?

I have no desire,

for sleeping with men.

I want to be open to the innermost part,

and if someone sees,

that the mystery is just a mass

of intestines, the woman's finally dead!

My most extreme desire is to meet

Jack the Ripper.

Surely he'd open up a woman

like me in next to no time.

And again I waited an hour,

to come home the last.

If that doesn't prove, that women are

capable of feeling stronger love than men...

Far stronger love...

He awaits me, too.

When I'm the last to come home,

it's not that easy.

He's hitting the roof,

my little boy.

I just came in.

- So did I.

I can see that.

I also just came in.

Sure. You're not the dense type,

who'd watch TV for two hours.

TV in the background: "A love"

tells the story of an old man's passion

for a young prostitute.

I don't care,

that he doesn't want to f*** me.

TV:
"Probably because of his upbringing,

since his early adolescence,

women always seemed

like alien beings to him.

He had never felt as close to a woman

as to his friends.

And still, a woman is something

that's strange to him,

something superior..."

My c*nt's swollen and wet, that way

I'll put up with it to the end of time.

He won't degrade me this way.

It's simple:

If from now on he wants to spend

an evening alone... my advantage.

I'll get into bondage.

He's to blame.

Do you want to serve me?

Do you want to tie me up?

Today you can do whatever you want.

No...

I don't want to do anything.

Do you like it,

when I put you in chains?

Just not above the elbow.

Last time I couldn't use my hand

for nearly 2 weeks.

And above the elbow I had

a strange feeling for a month.

At your age!

You got bad circulation.

One day in Cannes,

I met Grace Kelly.

I didn't know her, otherwise I wouldn't

have been able to approach her.

Anyway... She liked me,

so we had a date at my place.

On time she rings the bell...

Blonde, perfect hair, tailored costume

in dog's-tooth check...

The lucky dog was me...

I f*** her from five to seven,

then she leaves, very satisfied.

The next day I see her,

a friend of mine was with me,

and I tell him:

I screwed that woman over there.

He says:
You've f***ed Grace Kelly?

I look at him, I don't understand...

True, I'm not handsome

or rich or seductive,

but I have f***ed her.

In spite of everything,

I walk up to her,

we have a drink and I say:

Why...

Sh*t...

Why haven't you said anything?

To which she replies: Would you have

behaved the same, if I had?

Of course not.

That's the whole point:

Nobody actually fucks

the real Grace Kelly.

Too bad... it was good that way...

Wait...

And that doesn't hurt?

It's a shame, I don't have two of them.

Never mind...

It works that way, too.

Now raise your bottom, will you,

I'll push up your skirt.

Like that...

I'll spread your legs, okay?

I think,

you like it when I spread your legs.

Wait...

I like that very much.

That's great.

And now I'll take this...

Wait...

Help me.

This is great.

You're pretty that way.

Very, very pretty...

I'll put in the gag.

I actually enjoyed it that much,

I began, to get very attached to Robert.

Being attached without affection.

The secret of his ceremonies.

Afterwards, I was never self-pitying,

I was happy.

We went on a binge,

allowed ourselves a great meal.

...He had no centime left...

...She tells him...

Do you want some more caviar?

More caviar?

Waiter, please!

And some more vodka!

I just love to booze.

However, I never get drunk... well,

not what most people would call drunk.

You want vodka? Monsieur,

can we have some more vodka?

Looks like you're enjoying yourself.

You go to see your friends,

I see mine.

I guess, you girls really

pull us to pieces.

Now and then, more or less...

Would you help me?

Caress me...

How can I,

when you're wearing that?

If that's the only problem...

Love is bloody stupid.

It's a question of power.

A guy, you're faithful to 'cause

you love him, won't f*** you anymore.

Betray him and he'll start f***ing

you again. It's as simple as that.

Not because they suspect,

we might be unfaithful,

but because they understand,

that we're escaping out of their reach.

My fists are clenched,

I can't do anything...

Are you nuts...

What's that supposed to mean?!

Why don't you understand,

that I only do it with you.

I've never touched anybody's dick.

And why can't you just stop

getting on my nerves?

'Cause you don't do anything.

You...

have taken my position.

You're the woman.

I'm the man.

I f*** you.

Isn't it incredible...

That was how that egoistic bastard

made me pregnant.

Without a trace of lust,

he did not even come.

Making me the Virgin Mary...

with a single droplet of sperm.

Spread your legs a little more...

Relax... Exactly...

The cervix uteri is closed, tonic...

The uterus is...

It must be the 8th week.

Okay, it's your turn.

And all of a sudden I'd become an object

of studies for spotty, young medics.

A piece of meat.

Once you're pregnant, you're suddenly

supposed not to mind spreading your legs,

and having you vagina examined

to the innermost part.

I came to like it though,

with a little taste of bitterness.

Because, since I had an arrangement with

Robert to pause during my pregnancy,

nobody else was touching me.

The monthly checkup had turned into

my only sexual relationship.

I could never normally lie down

on the gynecological chair,

I don't spread my legs.

That's why it excites me.

'Cause I'm more frigid than others.

I know, why traditional Chinese medicine

cured with ivory copies of its patients.

Although that can be inadmissible, too.

Porn is nothing more than curing

one's libido with its depiction.

But what one doesn't permit for oneself,

one can't allow in a picture either.

The very moment an image shows us,

it exposes us completely.

Very good.

Paul is right.

You can't possibly love this face,

with a c*nt like this.

This p*ssy can't possibly

belong to this face.

I often visualize a whorehouse,

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