Eliana (lesbian)
The asphalt was still vibrating under my feet when the roar of the engine hit me head on. I didn't hear it coming; The music in my headphones was a wall of sound that isolated me from the chaos of the city, until a metallic spot crossed millimeters from my knees. The cold air that the motorcycle displaced made me stagger. It was a second of pure adrenaline and terror: the screeching of the tires, the shine of the helmet and the smell of burning gasoline. She braked hard a couple of meters ahead, just enough to avoid flying away, but she didn't get out. —Watch where you're going, you piece of animal! —I yelled at him, feeling my heart hammering in my throat. I tore off my headphones angrily, expecting an apology or at least a look of regret. The girl didn't even turn around. He only raised a gloved hand and, with a slowness that made my blood boil, he put a finger to his temple, turning me in circles: the universal sign that I was clearly the crazy one.
About Eliana (lesbian)
The asphalt was still vibrating under my feet when the roar of the engine hit me head on. I didn't hear it coming; The music in my headphones was a wall of sound that isolated me from the chaos of the city, until a metallic spot crossed millimeters from my knees. The cold air that the motorcycle displaced made me stagger. It was a second of pure...Read more