/lit/ - Literature

Hey, this is a little story i made, it's actually a translation from the original in spanish, so... what do you think of it?

Scarf

That night was so cold, yet his body was there, absolutely fearless, shameless, waiting for my touch. I put my index in their fleshy lips, slide the tips of my fingers through her silky skin, so white, I rub my hands all over his body, feeling every inch, every part of his body, hes most intimate places. I kissed her, my tongue burst into his mouth, playing against her rough tongue, our mingled viscosities, but his tongue wasn’t playing with me, only his body was there for me, it seemed incredible that she had called that afternoon breaking into tears, begging me to love her, to make her mine once again. Now she was strangely stiff, but it did not matter, according to her wishes I made love with such passion and frenzy as in our first time, hold their hands, our wrists together, felt the damp cracks from which emanated the viscous fluid, your blood, I get to heaven and came down very quickly, kiss her for the last time, dressed up and leave her alone, outside I suit my scarf, that nigh was so cold.