16.7.2006
The Beginning of Circumcision
The Beginning of Circumcision
-Why are you so bloody frigid woman, asks the beefy man his long-legged and sexy wife. You are hardly ever ready to enjoy my hard-on. I can´t comprehend why in the name of wonder you wanted to become my wife. You never seem to enjoy being with me like those other women I´ve been with.
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-I don´t understand why I can´t enjoy sex with you considering how much I do love you from the deepest roots of my heart, replies the coffee-brown beauty with tears in her eyes and a lump in the neck. I just don´t find sex as great as my girlfriends have so often told me it is, the circumsized girl carries on, and to top it I´m more tired and indifferent tonight, than usually. Perhabs I´ll become more attracted to you if you´ll allow me to rest a short while enjoying the warmth of your presence, and thus said she turns toward a wall in their circular strawshed. -Well then, roars the sulky black hunk of a man who had some months before started to dream of having great sex with her, when he had kidnapped her from a distant village, which he and his companions had raided. In his opinion she was the fairest of all the women in her tribe.
As time went by he was able to win her affection, when she came to know him and realized what a promising husband he could become.
He lies down close to her round and firm behind keeping his circumsized bonestiff, black and shining king between her thighs, thus allowing it lie in the triangle at the joint of her legs and queenie. He then lays his left arm over her, grabbing tenderly about her firm breasts with stiff brown nipples.
Before long he hears by her steady breathing that she´s visiting her dreamland. Many a night he´s been lying still by her side enjoying the sound of her feminine breathing in through her small flat nose and subsequently out between her thickset grey lips.
Gradually he´s able to enter his own dreamworld which differs from hers by all the violence that marks the existence of the young men of his tribe, but softness and yearning for a child marks her dreams. His enormous king which every man would´ve been proud of, softenes and returns to its normal small boylike size. It shrinks until it doesn´t find any firmness between her thighs anymore and drops down behind the girl´s right thigh. Subsequently the young warrior starts snoring loudly.
In the middle of the night something typical for many men happens; the urinary bladder starts raging eager to empty itself. In the wake his king gets aroused and begins to rise with more eagerness than it normally would. Looking superly promising his king starts searching in between her
thighs, but this moment it doesn´t lie still beneath her lovely queenie, which has become very moist, but enters automatically. Successive to the entering she starts moaning with pleasure reaching its peak when the "long guest" begins touching the 7 centimetre long inner clitoris on the inner wall of her abdomin, a prolongation of the outer clit which had been removed in the circumcision, back when she still was just a child.
Still sleeping she reaches out for the stiff left cheek of his behind and thrushes it in. When she touches him he moves from his dream of fighting and enters a new one where he´s making love to his wife who has begun to enjoy his course of action. In her open eyes he´s able to notice how unlike the frigid woman she´s become and...
A LECTURE ABOUT CIRCUMCISION
The swimming pool in Breidholt is a great place of pleasure for the people who´ve discovered it.
It´s composed of a 25 metre long and 8 metre wide
pool which is greatly used by those who like to move about in a relaxed way in the warm chlorine-blended water; a shallow splash-pot, where the youngest visitors can splash and play and almost surrounds the tower where the life-guard sits; a small pot with warmer water and concreted benches; one with warmer water and the fourth and larg-est pot which is well known allover town as the best massagepot, and therefore it´s very popular by
people with muscleaches, who crowd in the pot for healing. Besides this there are three saunas.
On a Mondaynight early in July, Loki´s bored enough to quit his tellygaping for a visit to the pool which is in a minute walking distance from his 7 storey block. In the swimming-pool he usually finds someone who´s eager to chat, of either sex.
When he´s swam his thousand usual metres in fifteen minutes using his swimming-snips of course; because only the great speed allows him to tolerate the boring swimming, he arrives at the bank closer to the dressing-room.
In the next lane the same moment by the bank a young negro´s swimming with great fuss, having coal-black short and curly hair, dark-brown eyes, nice physiognomy and a potato-nose.
Loki bids good evening with an English tongue and the black one replies in the same way. When he starts prying into what the black man´s doing here in the land of Gullfoss, Geysir and Sorpa, it comes apparent that he´s quite a talkative fellow, just needed someone to sit under his banality. There the Devil met his grandma, for Loki´s struck with the same sickness to tell you the truth and for the next half an hour the African informs the Icelander about
whatever he wants to know.
He happens to be a student of the United Nation's Geothermo Training Program in Iceland, liked both the land and people of course, but he found Icelanders too shy and shu, that is difficult to come acquainted with.
-That´s news to me, the Icelander interupts sarcastically. But how´s the Icelandic woman?
-They´re probably excellent for you, but not my type of women, the Kenyan replies obviously content with his own.
Just for the purpose of shortening the story; the paler swimmer´s able to slip his burning question into their conversation, just as might be expected, after a lengthy babble about matters that probably won´t change the history.
-Do you circumcise women in your country, Loki´s finally able to ask thus putting an end to the negro´s speech which goes into one ear and out the other.
-Circumcision, yes of course, but not here, wonders the younger man, who´s come to Iceland with an aid from the UN, purposedly giving him knowledge to help his countrymen in developing themselves the western way.
-No, circumcision of women isn´t legal in my country and is considered quite barbaristic, says the complacent Icelander. As I understand it circumcised women aren´t able to enjoy sex.
-That´s not exactly correct, the negro continues without hesitation. My woman to be who comes from North Kenya is circumcised and really enjoys being with a man; me of course.
-How´s that possible, when the clitoris and the outer vaginal area have been cut off? Loki´s astonished to hear this of course because of his western prejudice which is obviously based on ignorance, or what? In addition to this the inner queenie gets tied together.
-That´s nonsense, laughs out the black one who had been brought up to believe that it is natural to prevent women from having sex before marriage.
On the wedding-night the broom is supposed to remove the strings and thus getting proof of having bought an unadulterated merchandise.
-But how´s the girl able to enjoy sex without the supersensitive clit, asks the aboriginal feeling sure that this time the newcomer won´t find an appropriate reply.
But still the curly-haired man laughs at the white man´s stupidity, so much even that his swimming skills can´t save him from taking an unprepared dive down to the bottom, but nevertheless he has on his super-smile that gives a super-light, when he emerges giving the Icelander a pain in his eyes.
-It´s the same in these cases as in others, when the bigoted chiefs of religion have done their best in preventing women from enjoying their sex-life, that people have discovered a method that works, the black man begins his attempt in disproving the white race´s prominence at the same time he does his best to put up a position of a teacher, but has to give up his attempts to raise himself up in the Ice-landic pool-water because of its quality. There´s actually no way to find any hindrance in it for it´s clearity.
-Oh, how in the name of wonder, asks the new pupil quite aroused.
-I was reading in Playboy the other day, that some American scientists have discovered the G-spot recently and therefore it´s the topic of most discussions in the Western hemisphere, he begins his lecture looking very scholarly, as he looks into his student´s eyes.
-Are you maintaining that the G-spot is old news for the Africans, Loki interupts Mobu´s lecture, where they´re holding themselves at the bank with their heads turned toward one another.
-I don´t know about others than my people, where this knowledge has been general and used for centuries, Mobu replies merrily.
Loki who himself has located the G-spot in his lover (with an arched middle-finger inside the queenie he touches the edge of the canal and smooths a few centimetres from there the abdominal-wall, in addition to this technique he´s developed a necessary method when using his king to
arouse this super-sensitive area, primarily when entering from the back and also in a classical twisted doughnut) and has really enjoyed chatting to Mobu who´s so keen on educating the ignorant Icelander, thanks him suddenly for the entertaining and informative chat about life´s profits and necessaties, but unfortunately he has to leave the pool now.
They embrace where they´re hanging on the lane-string saying goodbye in an international way with the aid of their noses.
THE SHOCK!
He´s alone at his place boring himself over the out-thinned TV-program, when the phone rings unexpectedly. He picks it up, feeling really happy with this interuption, hoping it were anyone of the thousands of women he´d given his card, and guess what.
-How are you, Loki, and he recognizes instantly the African-English on the line.
-I´m fine , but how are you, Mabisku. The black woman´s sexy image comes to Loki´s mind immediately. Once again he´s on the Kringlu-pub, where else, but in this place he´s been searching most of the time, since he and Grofu-Gunni had been banned from Kaffi Reykjavik; not told about the offences, perhabs their lack of restrictions on the dance-floor, who knows.
He´s walking around the place (before the total changes were made) at the moment he sees two black girls entering, both with short black curly hair.
He approaches the one of them, who happens to be the younger of these sisters and asks for a dance. Loki´s most chanted by her huge backside that probably reaches at least 30 centimetres out from her back.
According to an old habit of his, which is disliked by a number of women he embraces her, but she instead lays hers on his shoulders. To begin with he lets his clutches lie freely on her waist, but by each dance he becomes more daring and they move gradually down and sofort out on the rock-hard headland the arse looks and feels like, until they aren´t able to any more in a dignified way.
At the end of the ball he says goodbye to the sisters
presenting them with his card with the message that they´re allowed to call him whenever they need a free teaching of his beautiful language.
Many months had gone by, but there´s no sin in hoping and now Mabisku´s finally on the other end of the line.
-I am so lonely, Loki, cries out the lass who´s rooted in the African small-state of Sierra Leone on the west-coast, where ca. 90 % of the women get circumsised before the age of five, besides that they tie together the vaginal lips, but Loki isn´t awear of this at the moment the phonecall takes place.
-Do you want me to come?
-Yes, please, Loki.
By chatting a little longer Loki discovers that the girl is living in a fisherman´s hut in Kopavogur, but is working in a hotel in the center of Reykjavik. Her sister´s emigrated to London with some black man, but behind sits Mabisku and is bored stiff.
When Loki tells her he´ll come for a visit in half an hour she asks him to buy her a litre of blue milk and white bread. Loki agrees to her wishes, but when he knocks on her door 45 minutes later she tells him she´d forgotten to ask him for butter and a blue light-bulb. She´s going to take a shower whilst he goes for it.
Twenty minutes later as he returns she´s just coming from the shower-room wearing a darkblue bathrope. They enter her room, she closes and locks while he puts the butter in the fridge, the blue bulb in the lamp on the table and then kills the screaming fluor-light in the ceiling.
When he turns towards the coffee-brown girl who´s the same age as his eldest , she´s turned away from him, her huge naked rounded arse lies open before his eyes. He approaches her with a hard-on and in an awkward arched position Loki puts his hands around her small and firm tits. She seems to enjoy his gesture, but eventually when he intends to move his hands downward, according to the unwritten laws she immediately moves from him and sits down in a worned-out armchair that is standing by the blue light and to his surprise she informs him that because he´s her first lover he´ll have the honours of removing the strings:
-...and open my pussy!
Carefully he approaches her and bends down to where she´s sitting wide in the chair. In the blue dusk he sees a sorrowful sight he´ll never forget...
The Circumsized Rose!
The night before Sunday February second 2003 Loki Fafnis visited the Kaffi List by Laugavegur in Reykjavik having been dancing on the Kringlu-pub where the Maggi Kjartans-band and the duet You and I had entertained a full house.
When he entered the List-premises on the fourth hour there were only a few guests left in the place, amongst them a pretty blonde sitting on a bench with some bloke. When Loki passes them the blonde starts to commend on his good looks telling him how glad she is seeing him again and Loki replies with a similar praise.
In the next boot two colored women are sitting along with some black bloke. They greet Loki who really couldn´t remember them (but acted as he did though) especially the one who introduces herself with the Icelandic name Rosa (Rose).
She tells him that she´d met him at the Players´ where she´d asked him for a drink, but Loki had told her that he didn´t have his wallet on his person, the reason really being his contempt of alcohol-drinking.
Well whatever, Loki asked her whether he could give her a ride to her home at Solvallagata. She accepts the ride and they chat in the car about this and that. Rosa told Loki she was born in Sierra Leone, Africa and that she´d been circumsized when she was five years of age and therefore she didn´t have any desire for having sex and never had.
-Nevertheless she continus, now I´m glad, because I sure wouldn´t like to be like all these Icelandic women who have to be heavily drunk when they´re looking for an easy lay weekend after weekend. She really was content with what she had or didn´t have.
One doesn´t miss something one hasn´t ever had or enjoyed.