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My name is Alfred, I'm Nicaraguan, and I'm going to have happened when I was just six months live in the capital of Guatemala. At that time I knew everything about the famous Catholic church in Esquipulas, located in the municipality of the same name, in the department of Chiquimula. In that place is home to the enigmatic and supposedly miraculously Image of the Black Christ, whose followers, for his eccentricities, seem a religion other than Christianity. Each year in the fiesta which is celebrated on January 15, thousands of devotees undertake pilgrimage to the site from various parts of the country. Some make very painful penance like walking several miles to the temple on their knees, or whip their backs for hours.
was exactly 15 January and a beautiful Ladino called Hilda, my friend at the time, asked me to take her in my car to Esquipulas. Excited about the opportunity that the trip would give me to live with it I accepted without hesitation. We left after noon. The church is located about four hours from the capital, but because of various problems we had along the way traffic, apart from a lunch stop we made, we took more account to the point that was beginning to get dark when we in the last third of the way to Chiquimula. After we spent a sharp bend we blew a tire, lost control and, amid a scare, encunetados stopped at the edge of the road near a section full of weeds.
After a few minutes to restore calm in the midst of an uncomfortable silence, we noticed that the bushes with a big stone jutting oddly, when Hilda saw her seat leaped terrified, and began crossing himself repeatedly while began to pray something I could not understand. When asked about the reason for his reaction, I hurriedly explained that it was Stone of the Compadres: a legend about a friend and a midwife-who-knows-who-who for many years had gone to Esquipulas, in the time that the trip should anticipate a few days before the show because it could only be reached there on foot. The bottom line was that both travelers, lovers in secret, gradually fell behind the group and in a fit of lust, hidden behind the vegetation began to have sex. The omniscient Lord of Esquipulas, or the Black Christ, to see this shameless act, as if the Medusa, punished the sinners turned to stone dust medium.
To not laugh at the belief my friend I decided to look carefully at the stone. Feet and head to find that it was so arbitrary as when one tries to associate the shape of a cloud with something. From my perspective, my friend was standing, giving hard behind the gossip at the time they were punished. The image, in my quest to find her sexually excited me. I turned to see Hilda, who agitated breathing. She looked at me strangely ..., almost mischievous. Then I saw his chest suggestively, rising and falling rapidly at a pace that gave me such an excitement that without asking me she rushed over and started kissing her passionately. It took only a few seconds so I could get hold of one of her breasts, and a little more to tuck abused my hand under her skirt. Noticing that my companion was enjoying my touch, so much as to forget all about superstition, I whispered: "Do not want to risk the Black Christ petrify us?". The only thing that became lost that night was my penis. We made love for hours, interrupted occasionally by the lights of passing cars.
Now, after five years, although I am skeptical about the Lord of Esquipulas, my wife Hilda and I did not lose a single January 15 to visit La Piedra de los Compadres.
Malefromguate
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