Dottie and Tijn

Dottie lies naked on the bed. Her slender sun-tanned body contrasts with the blood-red silk duvet. Her still-moist jet-black curly hair reaches halfway down her back. She lies on her stomach and her tight little slit shows a tiny white triangle where a minimalist G-string used to be.

Dottie and Tijn are on holiday on sunny Ibiza. They enjoy the fine weather, sleep in, go to the beach to get a tan, go out to eat and afterwards visit Ushuaïa Ibiza, which was terribly disappointing. Drinks were far too expensive, the staff rude and it was far too crowded, making dancing impossible. Not that David Guetta was bad — no, he was fantastic — but the whole entourage spoiled it.

Then they went back to their hotel early in the evening.

Tijn is now standing under a cold shower, cooling off from the heat that arose from the people packed too close together at Ushuaïa. Naked, he comes out of the bathroom. Tijn is a handsome young man, nicely muscular and slim, with a firm penis that now rises sharply at the exciting sight of his girlfriend. He bounces onto the bed beside her, climbs over her on his knees and elbows, his hard penis resting on her buttocks, and he kisses her on the cheek. "I love you," he whispers in her ear. "Ushuaïa was supposed to be the high point of our short autumn holiday but it was a low point," she sighs. "Don't think about it anymore, Dottie, it was once and never again." Then he nibbles at her earlobe and his penis slips between her buttocks. "Gosh Tijn, you're almost where you want to be, huh." "Are you horny, Dottie?" "Hmm. I'm outraged." "Outraged about what?" "Fourteen euros for a bottle of water, a bunch of thieves." "Don't think about it anymore, Dottie, didn't I tell you." "People faint from the heat and none of the staff gives a damn and you tell me not to think about it." "Oh God Dottie, your sense of justice rears its head again, the world is not a paradise, you know." "No, certainly not, the world is full of greedy assholes." "May I, Dottie?" "What?" "You know," and his exposed glans now presses against her slit. "Men, all they ever think about is sex." "I thought you wanted to, you were lying there so provocatively." "Which party are you voting for next Wednesday? Far right, I suppose?" "Does it have to be now, Dottie?" "Absolutely it has to, I want to know what kind of man I've hooked, the one about to put his penis in my pussy." "My God Dottie, the right only talks about asylum seekers and migration as if this world has no bigger problems," "Are you left-wing then, Tijn?" "My God Dottie, the left only talks about the nitrogen crisis and climate change." "My God Tijn, when will those idiots in The Hague finally wake up and look at the state of the world." "Does it have to be now, Dottie?" "Yes it must, Tijn." "Put it in, Tijn, fuck me," she turns around and looks him straight in the face. She looks at a face full of doubts. His penis hangs flaccid and his desire is gone. She throws her arms around him and kisses him. "I love you too, Tijn." "You're confusing me, Dottie. Tijn, I think I'm going crazy: in the West you have that vengeful old man of seventy-nine who deceives his own voters with the language of a five-year-old, and in the East you have a vengeful old man who is murdering innocent civilians in Ukraine." Tijn takes her face in both his hands and kisses her passionately. Dottie cares about the fate of the world and that is why he loves her so much. "Don't think about it anymore, girl." God, Tijn, don't think about it, in Turkey it reached fifty degrees Celsius this year, the world is on fire and the poles are melting and you say don't think about it? "We can't do anything about it anyway." "Oh Tijn, all those politicians bury their heads in the sand and don't do what they should do. It would be perfectly possible to put five percent of GDP into defense, that decision was actually made in a single day. Why should I even bother voting?" Tijn looks at her aghast. Dottie, it's not that you aren't allowed to care about the fate of the world but you have to take some distance. You're ruining your own life. We're on holiday and the day after tomorrow we have to go home again and I have to work and you have to get on with your book. Let's enjoy it a little longer. And then Israel and Gaza, why do people have to hate each other so much? "Oh Dottie, come on." "And then the Democrats and Republicans in the United States, they're almost beating each other's brains in and it won't be long before they do. Why do they hate each other so much? And now the same thing is happening here in the Netherlands. Why does everything have to be so polarized?" "Dottie, Dottie, to be able to survive together we have to make sacrifices and nobody really wants that; everyone wants to hold on to their comfortable life and that certainly goes for the new nobility in our neo-feudal world order. They're all afraid of the world that would come. They're all afraid of losing their power and influence, so everything stays the same." "And then AI…" "Oh, girl, AI is a huge pile of stolen knowledge and because there's so much of it it seems intelligent but it has no creative power. AI will be the biggest flop our planet has ever known. It will be the downfall of all those tech billionaires, mark my words!" "Meanwhile they've nicked two of my books." Tijn sits down next to Dottie; he looks at her as she lies there. He looks at her face, her beautiful brown eyes, her delicate little nose and her full inviting lips; his gaze drifts further down, he looks at her firm small breasts with their perky dark-brown nipples. Dottie is an alluring woman. Desire wells up in his body and mind and his penis swells. He wants her. Dottie can see that Tijn is getting turned on again. She sits up and presses herself against him. "Hold me tight, Tijn. I love you, Tijn, and I would so much like to have a child by you but it just can't be, not now." "I understand, Dottie, maybe later, we're still young, there's time." She kisses him, "Thank you, Tijn." "Come on, let's sleep, and tomorrow we'll enjoy our last day here."