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Fiction winner 2006: Nedjma's excerpt from The Almond was originally published by Grove Press.
A portion of the winning excerpt: ...I made love with Driss during Ramadan, breaking my vow and betraying my promise. All I could find to say to God was, "Don't look at me now. Look elsewhere until I am done." Done with what? This sublime and loathsome act during which Driss's penis banged my belly, oily and shimmering. We would lie in bed, my love and I, he smoking his cigarette and I with my head on his brown chest, black with hair. I caressed him and had the impression I was running my fingers through a woman's head of hair. His sweat was the moisture of the most beautiful pussy a woman could display under the open sky. He inhaled the smoke, and I'd retrieve it, exhaled straight from his lungs, would keep it in mine and then playfully and sensually breathe it out. My belly was frothing and wouldn't stop dripping its excess of love and expectation into my panties and onto the sheets. I wanted to have him inside me all the time. All the time. "Stay there! Don't leave." He laughed, rooting about in my vagina, flooded with my water and his sperm. He had become aware in the most absolutely material and physical way that my clitoris was erect and standing up ravenous between my labia. After that discovery I never again believed in female passivity. I know when I get wet, tremble, and get erect, even if my legs remain closed and my face unruffled. Driss's hand wrapped itself around his cock, pressing it in a way I never had. He was going to ejaculate in my face without my breasts or my vagina having anything to do with it. If men can give themselves this much pleasure all alone, why do they insist on penetrating us? I wanted to cover it with my lips. He refused. "No," he said as he massaged it from the center out to the end, in love with his own cock, which he knew was beautiful. "No, women don't know how to jerk a man off," he explained, "just to suck. and even then! It's not as good as with a man." From then on, I also knew how to turn into a pillar of salt. "You've fornicated with men?" "My love, my mango and wild blueberry juice, what do you think? Yes, a man has sucked me off. And it's so good that I'm wondering if I shouldn't give up on women." He was bulging like a donkey, protruding from his own right hand and streaming with transparent liquid. "Why are you making that face? What about yourself?" "What about me?" "You didn't exactly protest when Saloua stuck her tongue down your almond the last time." "Because monsieur preferred squirting into an almond that wasn't mine." He laughed, kissed me full on the mouth. "You're getting better, you know! You're beginning to talk like me. I adore your innocent young obscenity. With a bit more effort, you'll be able to stick some hemmorrhoids onto the guardians of virtue. What would be ideal is if you'd write lots of exquisite vulgarities and post them on the walls. But rest assured, my virgin drenched in wetness, I am crazy about your almond, and if the urge should come over you to get it on with that old mercenary lesbian, I wouldn't hold it against you in any way." "That's of no interest to me." "Stop, baby, stop! I hate it when people lie to my face, and you know it. Am I lying to you when I tell you that Hamid's ass is superb? You'd think it was a pussy, it's that slippery!".... ....."What I like is fucking. I like pussies drooling like omelets. I like my cock there in front of you about to explode. As for your fine morals, you should know that I have never touched a child or a virgin. Where Hamid is concerned, he doesn't sodomize me. He merely gives me a taste of paradise."
unbridled emotion and passion; wild spontaneity; overflowing creativity and capacity for action
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