A young woman in A Black bird !
It was a hot late spring dawning and I was feeling particularly athletic. I'd spent the last two workweek sailing in the Mediterranean and I was back in Greater London waiting for my succeeding assignment. I was a sports journalist and most of my clip was taken up by running around the domain on racing circuits, climbing mountains or sailing not to name all the other sports I wrote about. I believed in participating personally in these bodily function in decree to give the best and most accurate accounts on the field of study I covered. I'd had a hearty breakfast, poached ballock with Baron Verulam, sausages, tomatoes and baked noodle, followed by toast and strawberry jam washed down with orange juice and black coffee and I'd decided to go for a walking through the fabulous streets of London looking for estimation. I wasn't into the Ralph McTell stuff, for me the streets of London were synonymous of mystery, activeness, women, big shops, and adventure etc. The only if thing was, those damn cameras everywhere. Didn't avail when one wanted to pick up a lady for a drink, or something else. They could see everything and it was most confuse. Still, one had to follow and live one's life the best way one could. Right now I was in a small side street off Knightsbridge just a few proceedings from my flat in Old Brompton route, and there weren't many people around at this time of the morning. The only matter I was missing at the moment was sex. My workplace had been so intense that I hadn't had time to find myself a adult female these past few hebdomad but I was determined to rectify that as soon as possible.
That's when I noticed the dark haired Gothic, long shapely-legged woman who was ambling down the street wearing Negroid platform heels and a short black annulus with a black see-through blouse. Noticing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra was already stimulating my libido. She was casually gazing at shop windows occasionally stopping for a longer look, and in general clothes shop. She stopped and stared closely at one in particular. I noticed it was to appear closer the reflexion of her black lipstick. It seemed to be a footling thick but as I looked on she grinned and kissed the windowpane admiring herself which made me half smile to myself. She was about 25 and had something of Kim Director from ‘ Tony Blair enchantress 2 ’. The same strange awing penetrating center that the actress portrayed seemed to emanate from this mystifying brute. The mere thought of knowing she was n't wearing any underwear apparently excited her to the most. It was written all over her. She suddenly noticed me standing across the street staring at her. The black-market skirt was
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very melt off nylon and betrayed the natural forms of her thighs in the sun. I was aroused by the way she swayed as she sauntered across the street looking at me as she approached. She grinned as she stepped back onto the kerb in figurehead of me.
‘ Are you looking at something in particular ?'She asked. ‘ Or just looking ?'
I was caught off correspondence and didn't quite know what to answer. After all, it was I who'd spent almost three instant staring at this girl as she walked up the street so I had to respond somehow.
‘ Actually, I was admiring the way you moved, it's unusual to see a young woman like you in
this function of London.'
‘ Not necessarily but it's on-key that eight o'clock in the morning is slightly early so
you're excused.'
‘ I thank you for your concern.'
‘ Don't citation it. Are you going to buy me a burnt umber somewhere or are we just
going to stand here and natter all day ?'I looked down the street and noticed a coffee shop class fifty pace away, so I suggested we go along and have something to drink and maybe get to know each other. She didn't object but her grin had faded away and something about her struck me as uncanny, I couldn't put my finger on it though.
The coffee shop was almost empty at that time of the sunrise and the smell of hot coffee wasn't yet aggressed by that of cold cigarette as it usually is in the late good afternoon. We sat quietly by a window. As I looked across the board at her I could finger that she was sad. Had something bad happened to her ? Was her liveliness a mess ? Had here lover left her ? Did she have wellness or money problems ? I had no idea but the atmosphere was heavy. Her skin was white and lenient. She had magnificent, large blue eyes surrounded by a lose weight personal credit line of melanize mascara. Her ruby lips were beautifully bulgy and they added to her already sensual and vivid sex appeal. Her low cut calamitous blouse was nicely molded and transparent. The sun through the window enhanced her perfectly round and self-important breasts accentuating their protruding nipples. As they brushed the thin nylon I could tell she was tingling inside and was sexually aroused but then why was she so sad ? I felt her foundation touching mine under the table. The warmth of her curvy stage was radiating right through my trousers and I was myself beginning to feel aroused by her sexual emanation.
The waitress came over and asked us what we wanted. The young woman demanded a large coffee berry with passel of milk and dough plus a couple of keister with jam and butter. As for me, I preferred a hard black espresso since I'd already had breakfast and was
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no longer hungry. As the waitress went back to the kitchen, I engaged the conversation.
‘ My figure is Desmond. At least my Christian gens though I must accept I'm not
very Christian, in fact very far from it.'I felt I had to elaborate on that but she interrupted me as she took out a smoke from her flat melanise metal butt case.
‘ And ?'She asked coldly as she lit it with an expensive Dunhill, barge. ‘ Is that
supposed to interest me ?'
‘ Sorry, I though we were here to get to know each other - and I don't think you're
supposed to smoke in here.'
‘ Too bad,'she started as she put the coffin nail to her lips and describe deeply into her
lungs. I wasn't sure how to react and was beginning to repent having invited her. But as she blew the smoke out into my face placing her rounded tongue in the in-between devising rotary in a rather sensual mode, she began to utter her deepest thought in her voiced and purring sexy voice.
‘ I agree we get to know each other up to a full stop. Then if you want to have sex
with me, it's okey but after that, we walk our own path without ever seeing each other again. Is that all right with you ?'
That was the unknown proposition I'd ever had and it needed pondering for a few moments. Luckily the waitress came back with the order. It gave me time to think for a moment. She put the tray down on the mesa and gaped at the girl following the movements of the cigarette between her long tenuous finger's breadth with the member painted in black varnish.
‘ Yes ?'Inquired the girl as she looked up at the waitress.
‘ You'll have to put that cigarette out, I'm afraid.'Announced the waitress in a
schoolteacher manner.
‘ Or else ?'
‘ Or else you're out of here.'
‘ I'm the client and I pay to be here, you understand you silly asshole.'I knew
this was going to end up with a clash but unexpectedly, the entire position changed. As the daughter stared deeply into the waitress's eyes, she left the tray and just walked away. It was as if the girl had literally hypnotised the waitress. I was baffled as my client continued to smoke flicking the ash on the floor.
‘ What was that all about ?'I asked candidly. ‘ And I still don't recognise your name ?'
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‘ I thought you'd understood, no figure. And that's just some waitress pissing me
off,'she continued stubbing out her cigarette on the storey with her weapons platform shoe. ‘ Let's eat and we'll talk later,'she continued in a nonchalant personal manner. I obeyed without really knowing why. She intrigued me and I wanted to know More but she was right, we could talk about it somewhere else afterwards. Nevertheless, I still wanted to cognize what to call up her.
‘ OK so you won't recite me your figure,'I started between two sips of coffee, ‘ but
I'd still like to acknowledge what to call you.'
‘ The rationality I don't fall in my name is because it's long, unpronounceable and
generally masses don't believe it or just draw a blank it and I forget them. I don't hang around I move a lot and don't get attached to the great unwashed so if you want to call up me something, call me Gothic Liz.'
‘ Gothic Liz, that is peculiar but if that's what you want.'
‘ It's not what I want it's what I'm stuck with and it'll be comfortable for you.'
This girl was full of contradictions and I was really at a loss. How should I take all this ? She'd offered to ingest sex with me out of the blueing and then go away and forget me. That was troubling and quite disconcerting. I wasn't sure I wanted to make love to her though I could experience my phallus growing with each word she uttered. I decided to change the field and get back to the essentials.
‘ You mentioned sex, in the beginning, was that for rattling or were you having me on ?'
‘ Why should I want to joke about sex, it's the exclusively existent thing there is in this world.'
‘ Fine !'I said a trivial surprised but interested all the Same. ‘ And where do you
propose we do it ?'I continued innocently. She looked at me curiously as she ate her bun and tope her coffee tree. She didn't solution my interrogative but posed another one instead which after thought process, seemed perfectly logical.
‘ Where do you usually have sex ?'The answer to that was obvious but I really
didn't like the customary corny blood your billet or mine and yet it stood to reason that even if I didn't know where she came from or at least where she crashed, I knew where I lived so what better program than to pack her back to my piazza which was just down the road. I therefore answered what she was expecting me to say.
‘ My pad ! It's just a twain of hundred pace down the road.'
‘ perfect tense ! She said lazily.'As she finished washing down her jam and butter bun
with the eternal rest of her coffee tree, I watched her sensual mouthpiece munching the food and imagining her mastication on my phallus and how that would feel later-on that dayspring. I
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couldn't begin to conceive of what was in entrepot for me and how this girl, calling herself Gothic Liz, was going to change my entire existence. For a moment, I remembered what she'd told the waitress about being the customer and paying the check but I wanted to be the man and took out my wallet. After all she did start by asking me to propose her a coffee berry out on the street earlier so how confusing was this going to be ? She saw me go for my pouch and grabbed my mitt with hers, which was mild and thin, yet as she tightened her clench, I thought she was going to crush my wrist even though my finger cymbals were much larger than hers.
‘ I know I asked you to offer up me a burnt umber but I told the waitress I was paying and I
have to go through with it because I always do what I say I will, so leave your pocketbook where it is. You'll have other opportunities.'
‘ I thought we weren't seeing each other again after this.'
‘ Don't believe everything I tell you, only what you experience, you'll understand
what I mean later. Besides you'll have early opportunity with other women as well.'
She grinned and through a bank note on the table, got up and sauntered out casually. I followed her.
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We entered my building and went straight to the lift. The doors closed and I pressed the push opposite the turn 13. I wasn't going to go into a long account justifying the fact that I lived on the 13th floor of a 14-floor edifice. It's often found that 13th floors and room do not survive because of wacky superstitions but when you think about it, even if you go straight to the storey or room marked 14 ignoring the 13th, you still account for it because chronologically the 14th floor or elbow room is the 13th count anyway, so it's ridiculous. That's the explanation I usually give to people who visit me, and they all see the logical system of it so the superstitious notion then falls and nonentity mentions it again. Nevertheless this skirt didn't seem to interest about that kind of thing. The surprise I was in for was much greater than I'd expected. As we reached the 4th base and then passed it, she pressed the plosive button. Within second base she was undoing my tent-fly as my phallus was hardening. Her bare legs were up in my seawall as her backtalk came down on my humanness moisturising it with her saliva while her lingua was playing with the tip of my rod. She was crouched down sitting on her
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dog as her black chick was rising up her flannel thighs the plenty of which was adding tremendously to my exhilaration. Within a few minute I was coming and she was swallowing it whole-heartedly. Before I could say"WOW"My zip was back up and the elevator was moving up towards my floor.
‘ Did you like it ?'She asked. I was stumped I needed time to think, so I said the
start affair that came into my mind.
‘ Where did you memorize that ?'
‘ Here and there. Where's your pad ? That was only the beginning. You did say you
wanted to have sex with me didn't you ?'I obediently showed her to my apartment, turned the key in the lock, and walked in. She followed me conclusion and locking the door behind her.
‘ You don't have to lock it, you know. citizenry don't come knocking every five
minutes.'
‘ Maybe, but I prefer totality concealment for what we're about to do.'
‘ Funny, You didn't rap me as being a private person after what we just did.
‘ Very funny !'
She slowly strolled around the living room noting the way my Spartan furniture was installed. An impersonation leather sofa in one box, a satisfying ancient but not old geezer mahogany table, surrounded by four professorship in the middle and a tv on a pocket-size bar in the opposite corner to the couch was the pure description of a bachelor's pad who's hardly ever home such as I. The sleeping accommodation was even bad with just a single bed and a bedside mesa. She pushed the bedroom door open while I went to the kitchenette next to the bath, opened the pocket-sized electric refrigerator, and grabbed a carton of Orange juice. As she came back through she watched me land the orange into the support room with two ice and looked at me disapprovingly.
‘ Don't you have anything stronger ?'
‘ What at nine in the morning ?'
‘ Why not ?'
‘ Very well,'I acknowledged not really wanting to. ‘ I'll get you a beer. Will that do ?'
‘ And one for yourself, I don't potable alone.'She affirmed as she pulled out her cigarette font and lit one up over the table.
‘ Please don't do that over my Venetian red table, it comes from my grandmother.
bent on I'll get you an astray.'She looked at me with a strange perturbed gaze as if I'd spoken in Jew or something similar.
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‘ Your grandmother ?'
‘ Yes, I inherited the table from my grandparents, or my granny in particular.
It was in her family for generations and it came down to me. In fact it's the sole matter I ever inherited from anyone.'
‘ Oh !'She said as she continued to stroll around the post. I brought her the
ashtray and placed it under the cinders as they were falling from her cigarette onto the table.
‘ Hey, let yourself go. She said mockingly. ‘ poise down a bit babe, I've a feeling you
haven't been around too much.'
‘ On the contrary, I'm a journalist and I've seen the world but that tabular array is very
precious to me so please do not drop your ashes on it. Now what about getting down to business.'I opened the beers I'd brought from the kitchen and she grabbed one from me and started downing it as if she hadn't had a boozing for weeks. Again, she gazed at me as if I was speaking a foreign language, gulped a little beer, and put it down on the table.
‘ Didn't you have enough in the lift ?'
‘ Hey, you're the one who told me I was going to get some sex if I brought you up
here and don't put that beer on my table.'I was beginning to regret having brought her up to my pad. She'd given me a blowjob and if it came to that, I could easily block her hope and project her out but I had a feeling she was looking for something and my instinctive journalistic rarity prevented me from doing that. I wanted to know exactly who she was. She stared at me deeply in the middle then without warning pushed her mouth against mine and kissed me hard poking her glossa onto mine playing with it as she kissed. While doing so her leg came up into my groin again like utmost time and once more I felt that quiver in my spikelet and my phallus became put up in a few seconds. I softly caressed her legs, which were so unruffled and muscular. I couldn't bare it any longer ; I had to go all the way. I pulled off her blouse and fondled her tit with one handwriting as I started to unzip my trouser with the other.
‘ Hey, take it comfortable buster'she said slightly vexed. ‘ We've got all morning so take
your time.'She finished stripping off revealing a perfectly proportioned consistency with all the breaking ball in the properly shoes but I already knew that, her nakedness just confirmed it. It was already visible with her dress on but naked apart from her gamey heel, she
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struck me as being fabulously sensual and extremely charge up ; in fact one of the most perfectly proportioned cleaning lady I'd ever seen. I wanted her and I wanted her now. It took me a few seconds to strip off. I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed but as she was going down underneath me she turned me over holding me as tightly as a clamp and finished on top of me on the bed. My rod was rectify under her shaven fundament and I had no trouble in pushing it in. It was heaven as she started to groove making me hail in and out. I put my hand on her clitoris and began to play with it. I could see she was appreciating it as she through back her read/write head and went faster and faster. My love juice was on its way for the second time in the morning and I was enjoying every moment of it. As I came, she did too, I could palpate her go stiff all over and then squeeze herself forward and upwards as she shrieked with delight. As for me, my pleasure was so intense that I thought I was floating in another proportion as I was filling her cave with my milk.
‘ Now baby, how did you like it this prison term,'She cooed as she was getting dressed
gain.
‘ Yes, you certainly came through this time ; Oh, not that you didn't last prison term but
this metre around, you were really tops.'I was really on top of the world after this and just to recollect it was so easy to pick up a girl in the street, bring her back to my place and make dear to her with no strings and no mishaps except the cigarette burns and beer bottle mob on my grandmother's table made me find a real man again. Not having had sex for some fourth dimension I was glad to get this with such a Wyrd and wonderful woman and on these juncture one often wonders if it will materialize again so one tends to study full advantage of the situation. It was then that the most surprising phrase came from her mouth, as she was finishing to dress.
‘ One thing, did you have any prophylactic by any hazard ?'She asked candidly. I
was taken aback for a moment and had an uncanny feel about this entirely position and how easy it had been picking her up and the way she looked so sultry when I first saw her. What exactly did she mean ? I must admit in the confusion of fast sex, I hadn't persuasion of condom. I was now anxious.
‘ Euh, why do you require to know ?'
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‘ I was just wondering if you had AIDS ?'
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‘ What ?'What form of a cockamamy ass question is that ?'I blurted out. Suddenly she burst
out laughing. I was going through all the coloring of the rainbow and it occurred to me that she was making fun of me so I calmed down but was still slightly dying about what she had in mind. I had to ask.
‘ Okay, I fell for it. Now what happens ?'
‘ I leave you in public security to ponder over our extraordinary morning and I'll see you
tonight.'
‘ Are you coming back ?'I asked candidly.
‘ Not in the way you think.'
By now she was dressed and was making for the threshold while I was still naked and wondering about her. She turned and said a quick ‘ Toodoloo'then smiled blew me a candy kiss and was out into the corridor before I had fourth dimension to return her toodooloo. I dressed and decided to go out and wind up my disrupt circuit of the townsfolk. I was determined to go out this eve and enjoy myself. Go to a pub, have a few drinks, pick up a girl, and see where it goes then maybe direct her for a meal and end up in her bed. It was the best way I could leave Gothic architecture Liz because for some rationality, I just couldn't get her out of my mind.
As the day progressed I was feeling more and to a greater extent tired. All I wanted was to go house and slumber. I was in a bar in South of Houston seated on a barstool next to a beautiful Eurasian but I could hardly continue my eye open and felt pretty bad about it. I was obliged to apologise get up and impart the bar, and yet all I'd had to pledge was one beer. As I stepped out, the night air hit me in a peculiar way. I felt strange frisson all down my spine and an extreme weariness. I hailed a cab and got in and literally crashed onto the binding fanny but still managed to ease up the driver my computer address before I nodded off. Just before reaching my building, the device driver woke me out of the strangest dream. I was in dark redlined room with a huge divan on which Gothic architecture Liz was sitting raw with her pegleg crossed and as she looked at me her eyes became yellow then shone in an uncanny golden glow. She came towards me and grabbed my putz and put in her mouth and that was it. I was awake. I got out, paid the cabby, and went inside and up to my apartment. I'd decided to not take my car tonight as I knew I was going to drink and I was happy to own done so otherwise I would have had to entrust it in Soho and that wouldn't have been a very good idea. Once in my bedroom, I stripped off throwing my clothes on the floor, climbed into my bed and just collapsed into oblivion again.
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In the middle of the night I was awakened by a noise coming from the hallway. I opened my eyes and somehow I was able to see in the dark. The whole flat was glowing in a kind of lucky nimbus. At firstly I thought I was dreaming. It was as if everything was happening from somewhere else and I was just an onlooker, not really participating but then I realized I was the middle of this supposed dream and it was very real. The completely way was now glowing brightly and I was lying naked on top of my bed. Gradually an phantasm materialized above me. As it slowly took form I began to agnise the figure. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. This wholly affair was just impossible and yet it was happening right before my eyes. The entire situation was hallucinating but there I was lying on my back naked and looking up at the roof, only what I was seeing wasn't the cap but the perfect nude body of the most beautiful cleaning lady I'd ever seen. Gothic Liz was floating over me with her hair blowing in sonant duck soup, her oral fissure undefended and her eyes shut. It was an unbelievable mess. As she was slowly but delightfully closing in on me from above, I was feeling my phallus hardening to such an extent that it seemed like I had a bona fide smoothing iron rod saluting the Gothic goddess. As she was just a few inches above me, her eyes opened suddenly and stared at me wildly. Her educatee were orotund blackness beads and were surrounded by bright golden perfectly circular irises bathing in the blue white sclerotic coat of her middle. Her sass came down on mine, forcing it open with her clapper which seemed extremely potent. As she softly landed on top of my body, my phallus naturally entered her cave, which was extremely moist and welcoming, receiving me with heat and softness. As my glans came into middleman with her outer then inner lips, it naturally sent a message to my mentality of extreme point welfare and it took just a few ins and outs before my juice was racing through my groin and into her loose flush making me zing with pleasure all through my spine, neck opening and drumhead. She uttered a late but feminine groan of expiation and slowly pulled herself away from me, rising up towards the ceiling again. As she gently floated upwards I felt a sudden emptiness within me but at the same prison term I no longer thirsted for sex the way I had done all day long. Slowly she started to evaporate but not until she'd whispered something while still looking at me. I could hardly try it but I could see what she was saying by her lip movements.
‘ My gens is Ereshkigal, I am the Goddess of the Underworld. You know me
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under other denominations quite different from this Mesopotamian mythological one but the resolution is the Saami. You now belong to me.'She then just vanished into slight air. After that I just fell asleep again and didn't aftermath till morning.
As I was slowly surfacing from the strangest Nox I'd ever lived, my mind was feeling blurred. I looked at the alarm clock, which read seven thirty so I got up still naked, and went to the kitchen with my centre half shut. I wondered why it hadn't sounded at seven 15 as it usually does but then I dismissed the thought as being due to the infirm batteries I knew I had to change one of these days. The spirit of hot coffee was reaching anterior naris in a most pleasant way. As I stepped into the kitchen, there she was fully dressed in her Negroid gothic apparel smiling at me and handing me a cup of smoking hot coffee.
‘ eternal sleep well ?'She asked with amusement.
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My entire dream came back to me in a flash. Something didn't make mother wit. In fact nothing made sense. Who was this missy and how come she appeared in my dream and in my physical life so permanently ?
‘ Actually, no, I can't really say I did. I had a foreign ambition, a wet dreaming if you
like. By the way, what are you doing here ?'
‘ Oh yes, I do like. I love people who have wet ambition. Did you cum in the rag ?'
she hadn't answered my question. She was ignoring it completely.
‘ I don't really know, I didn't check.'I answered bluntly as I took the coffee and
drank it. ‘ I repeat my dubiousness, what are you doing here ?'I almost burnt my lips.
‘ Hell this is stifling.'
‘ Yes it is isn't it ? It's skillful for you. Drink it and we'll lecture. I think there are several
affair you have to know.'Intrigued, I sat down at the kitchen table while she was atthe stove makings ballock and 1st Baron Verulam for breakfast.
‘ I'm all ears.'I said with enthusiasm.
‘ I'm a goddess. A Mesopotamian goddess in fact.'
‘ Yes, very funny.'I sipped my coffee thinking about the discussion she mimed when
she was disappearing but couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. Slowly as she brought the two crustal plate of eggs and Baron Verulam and sat down opposite me. I looked at
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them and decide I wanted tomatoes and baked beans as well so I turned around to open up the cupboard and conduct out a can of each. When I turned back again and looked at the home base they were both garnished with electrocute love apple and adust beans as well as three orchis and two cut of bacon. I couldn't believe my middle. She looked down at the plates casually, smiled, and started to eat while she continued her speech.
‘ So, as I was saying, I'm a goddess and I can do just about anything I want. I read
intellect and manipulate molecular social system at will and nil can resist me. And in item sex thirsty men. They are infants, putty in my hand ; I do anything I want with them. Are the eggs done enough ?'
‘ Oh absolutely, just the way I like them,'I answered a bit bewildered by the
sudden doubt but fascinated by her account and what was happening.
‘ You see what I mean. Sorry about the tomatoes and baked bean I'd forgotten
for a moment.'
‘ So if you can beset miracles…..'
‘ Not miracles, molecular manipulation by cerebration transmission.'
‘ Okay, very well, if you can manipulate molecular structure, why were you actually
cooking breakfast ?'
‘ Because I enjoy cooking physically and I didn't want to shock you as you were
coming from the bedroom. I had to explain things first.'
‘ Fine ! And you are here because…..'
‘ I'm trying to order you if you'll just preserve quiet a minute and eat your breakfast.'
While I was listening and eating at the Saame time, it occurred to me my burnt umber cup was empty. I went to get up to fetch the umber pot and as I did so, my cup was wax of steaming java again, so I sat back down looked up at the ceiling and decided to let her finish her story.
‘ okay ! carry on.'
‘ I was born 35000 long time, your geezerhood, ago somewhere else. Shall we say in
another globe ?'
‘ You mean on another planet ?'
‘ Not only, let us say another dimension to this one. It's complicated but it's not the
most crucial factor. What is crucial is that you understand that I'm not human.'
‘ I think I've got that already.'I said ironically.
‘ right wing ! Now you have to understand that I can do what I want here. What you
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don't know is that I'm not alone. There are many of us. And we are spread out all over this population with a dandy number here on this planet. Therefore we are in placement to change your entire environment and that's exactly what some of us have in mind. The only affair is, in doing so ; we will untune the delicate balance of this universe and its dimension. Therefore those who have these intensions have to be stopped and the only way we can achieve this is by using phallus of your human airstream and empowering them so that they can fight their opposition from within. Do you comprehend what I'm saying ?'
‘ What you mean is that you want me to turn a warrior for you, right ?'
‘ No, not for me, for you and your own kind.'I was becoming interested in her story
and started elaborating highly sophisticated"asterisk Wars"scenarios when I remembered she could read my psyche and I probably seemed cockeyed in her eyes so I concentrated on my breakfast.
‘ Don't worry about it ;'she said. ‘ You all do it at initiatory. Now concentrate because this
is important. It's where you come in. You're going to have it off it, it requires having sex to create powerful energy.'I put my ramification down and looked up at her in marvel. I smiled at her and knew that she knew exactly what I was thinking about, but I was wrong.
‘ No ! You will not be fucking me but one of my subordinates. A lesser goddess
without the John R. Major powers. However she is still very brawny in her own way so don't think you can do what you want with her. She will be commanding you, not the early way around. You will take on her tonight.'
‘ And where will you be ?'
‘ Somewhere in the vicinity.'
‘ How is all this to happen ?'I asked candidly.
‘ Tonight, you will go out to the pub known as"The Black and Red"where you will
meet a beautiful blond shorthaired lady friend. She will be your guide. Her name is Khana. From there on you will make beloved to her at a certain time in a certain stead. She will tell you when and where.'
I was about to answer but I felt blurry for a few endorsement and then suddenly found myself all alone in the kitchen. Gothic Liz or should I say Eresh-kigal had vanished into tenuous air. Moreover, the mesa was empty and there were, no pans on the kitchen range. I opened cupboard and found the two tins of baked beans and peeled love apple where I generally put them. All of a sudden the percolator sounded letting me roll in the hay my morning coffee was cook. I decided to ignore the hold out half hour until I
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looked at the clock and found it was eight o'clock and for some reason, I just wasn't hungry any more. It appeared that I'd already had breakfast. So ! Was all this rattling ? I decided I'd go to the pub this evening to witness out.
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At seven XXX pm, I was all spruced up and ready to go out. I was wearing a black shirt, black leather pant, fateful iron boot, and a Black person leather jacket. Since I had black fuzz, all this fitted perfectly. I'd found the pub in question on the Internet. Strangely enough, it was one of the few minor London gin mill that had its own site. It seemed to be very black letter so having picked up a bit of silver jewelry here and there, I thought I'd wear an retrousse pentagram to add to the dramatics of the even. I wanted to get as much out of this eventide as I could and being a journalist I was surely I'd get some variety of story as well even if it wasn't my speciality. After all I could write, and maybe I was on to something big here. In any case I was apparently going to get some sex this evening and that alone was Charles Frederick Worth the effort.
The pub was the former English of townspeople in the Brixton area. Not the most assure place to seek out pleasure but there were quite a little of female child there even if the majority weren't all blond. At least I wouldn't have to worry about defining the right female child. blonde did tend to remain firm out on a arm in that area of London. I soon found the pub leaving my car a quartern of a knot away just in case. As I arrived near the blank space, loud toilsome rock music was belting out from the open windowpane as well as the doorway. I stepped inside and found it very dark apart from coloured ignitor flashing in time with the music. almost of them were bright red and a few green strobes added to the ambiance of the stead. I sauntered up to the meddlesome bar brushing berm with the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen, but unfortunately in near cases, accompanied by nasty looking heavies who didn't seem to appreciate alien. What astounded me most was the fact that there were very few coloured people in the stead and yet this district is particularly known for its Afro universe. Maybe this pub was particular after all. virtually of the charwoman were fair skinned but wore fateful gothic annulus with matching top article of clothing and makeup as for the men ; they were either in leather or black cotton also hard on Gothic architecture. It occurred to me that my choice of wearing apparel wasn't a coincidence. Had Gothic Liz got to me telepathically or was it really my choice ? I'll never know.
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As I neared the parry I could see several little girl seated on barstools. Three of them were blonds. How could I know which one was Khana, if any of them were at all ? I decided to meet it by ear and just slack up and see what would pass off. Strangely enough there was an empty stool between two of the girls so when I reached it I sat down. While I was waiting for the barman I started to study the two fille on either side of me. The one of my left was about twenty-five, or thereabouts, at to the lowest degree that's what she appeared to be but then so did Gothic Liz and I remembered how old she said she was. This girl had an Indo-Aryan look about her. She had very short circuit carnival hair and a very middling complexion. She had piercing blue eye and great red lip. She seemed sad with her thick mascara around the deep blueing fleur-de-lis. She was wearing a shiny black cushy satin tank top with a midst leather belt around her waist. The black leather skirt was extremely short and rose half way up her thighs, which were, crossed one over the other thus giving them an extra sensual appeal. She had short eminent heel iron heel also pitch-black and her legs were bare. It's true that is was so hot inside that all the girls in dresses and annulus had plain legs. This lady friend had particularly shine shiny legs from the tail of her shinbone to the top of her thighs even up under her micro bird. Her figure was fine and she was obviously quite magniloquent, about five metrical foot six, which helped her balance, equilibrate perfectly. Her piano breasts were arrogantly poking through her tank top thus defining the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra, the mannequin of her jutting nipples were perfectly visible.
The woman on my rightfield seemed a picayune older, maybe in her mid thirties with sandy hair. She was wearing a black cotton blouse over a long but snatch calamitous skirt displaying within the rent, perfectly curved peg from her stilettos to the top of her second joint. Looking at the top of the sectionalization in the skirt, it appeared that she wasn't wearing any panties, which of line contributed to the fetish mentation that could raise a phallus in a few seconds. Mine was already on its way up and thickening by the indorsement. As the barman came over, I stopped fantasizing and ordering a straight ‘ Grants'with no ice. I wanted to buy the two girls a drink but they both had full trash in front of them. I decided to go for broke and as the barkeep brought me my whisky, I took the chance of ordering for the miss on my right who was cheeseparing to me.
‘ May I offer you a drinkable ?'I tempted smiling at the gullible eyes on my right.
‘ fountainhead thank you mister,'she purred in an accent from the Deep South of the USA.
‘ I'll have a gin and orange please.'As she spoke the girl on my left grinned to herself pulling out a long thin out butt from the packet taken from her purse and placed it
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sensually between her lips. It was as if she knew my next move and somehow even provoked it. I took out my Ronson and lit her up as the cleaning woman on the rightfield watched almost disgusted.
‘ Thank you'said the lady friend on the leftfield. ‘ I'm Khana'she added. I felt stupid but
continued to act as if I was worry in the early lady. She in turn introduced herself in her trench Confederate States drooling accent.
‘ My name is Naomi but it's all right if you're more worry in teens, nothing
wrong with that.'
‘ Actually I was just passing and saw this place so I came in. There was an
unoccupied stool at the bar between two ravishing adult female so I thought I'd sit down.'
I turned to Khana and asked her what she was drinking. She ordered a vodka and tonic directly without answering me. I took it for granted that I was to pay anyway.
‘ So where are you from ?'Asked Khana as she looked at Naomi from the turning point of
her eye.
‘ London ! I'm from Greater London and my figure is ….'
‘ Desmond I know.'On hearing my name from the lips of Khana, Naomi moved
away in disgust, which made Khana grin.
‘ So !'Said Khana. ‘ How about going somewhere to see some action ?'
‘ Isn't there enough here ?'I answered while taking a swig of whisky.
‘ I know a place where things move even faster.'
I didn't really know what she wanted from me apart from sex and even that, I wasn't sure what for. It was obvious a beautiful and sexually brace young woman like her could find a much full issue than me but it had been agreed with Gothic Liz that Khana and I were to physically fuse so I wasn't complaining. However, the mind of going to some other noisy night smirch wasn't really within my design for the evening but I did want to get to the bottom of this hale mystery, especially the ambiguity that linked us both to the daughter in the blacken skirt. Was Gothic Liz'story true or had I just imagined the broil beans, tomatoes and java. Not to bring up the unknown ambition that I'm sure my fat imagination could certainly account for somewhere along the road. Had she set me up with this Khana and was there going to be some ugly trap waiting for me somewhere ? And what was all this about using sex to make potent energy ? The only way to find out was to espouse her and be it out. But then was I going to be a dummy in doing so ?
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‘ All right then ! If you insist let's go somewhere where there's action. I was under
the impression something physical was to materialize between us.
‘ It will, but patience Desmond. Didn't Eres tell you ?'
‘ Who ?'
‘ Eres !'She looked at me dumbly !
‘ Oh ! You probably know her under the gens of black letter Liz ; Eres is her genuine name.
Actually it's Ereshkigal but we call her Eres.'
I grinned understanding the flyspeck and finding it quite cute at the Saame metre. ‘ I
know the name Ereshkigal she told me but I didn't know her moniker. All she said was that we were to get together and have sex for some sort of energy thing.'
‘ We must produce an energy link to combat the enemy. But ! We must do it at a
certain clip in a sealed place. Now if you just want to have sex, we can do that here if you like then impress on to the seat I want to take you to afterwards.'
Without letting me respond she took me by the hand and pulled me into the madam washbowl where she threw out the two girls who were redoing their lipstick and locked the door behind her. She then grabbed me pulling me into one of the open kiosk. I didn't waiting ; I was already operose and was unzipping my trousers as she was pulling up her skirt where I could confirm what I'd cerebration. She wasn't wearing any knee breeches. She pushed me on the closed seat and sat astride of me. My penis was saluting her smartly as she came down on it allowing it to penetrate the moisture of her Interior with smoothness and ease. I could sense shivers from my pass all the way down my spine and into my lower bay window. It didn't take long for my juice to motivate along the putz and into her cavern. My parentage was boiling and my muscles were tense as the cognitive operation of intense spinal fusion was going on. I was hoping for some reactive orgasm from her in the same way as Gothic Liz had reacted but she remained quite low temperature to that effect. Then she came out with the most surprising idiom I could possibly suppose but on mirror image, knowing who Gothic Liz was and that Khana was of the Sami coinage, it didn't really surprise me.
‘ Sorry to disappoint you but Eres was simulating. She does it all the sentence. She is a
very powerful goddess and it takes much more than a man male to get her going but she's also very diplomatic and since she needed you, she didn't want to hurt your feelings so she feigned her orgasm.'
‘ What about you ?'I asked innocently.
‘ I don't have time. You wanted sex and since it seemed the only if way to get you to
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take after me without any hassle, we had sex.'She said coldly. ‘ Now you're satisfied, you can zip up and come with me. We have to go somewhere.'She finished her phrase almost like an automat. What was to be done was apparently understood between us and now had come the time for action. I had no option. She was very placid about the unscathed thing and I must admit, it worried me somewhat. Where was she taking me ?
‘ Very well !'I agreed as I was zipping myself up. ‘ Where are we going ?'
‘ To a plaza where crone, lamia and other beautiful animate being roam at night
and we'll be fucking much longer with full fixings in a little while so you won't miss out, but we must go now.'
She grinned at me and unlocked the door behind which, by now, there was a crowd of angry females queuing up in an inelegant fashion. We left the pub hurriedly and she led me to her car. A beautiful sleek trim lined red convertible Ferrari with the roof already open. I couldn't believe my eyes, knowing I'd left my old Austin a twosome of blocks away from fear of having stolen or wrecked. This magnificent auto was right opposite a yobo pub in the middle of Brixton and no one came near it. Either, nobody had noticed it, or she really was a goddess with some form of persuasive power to prevent hoi polloi approaching it. head you, she did agree to have sex with me in the Lady toilets just to calm my libido. She could stimulate hypnotised me. I'd again forgotten she could study my thoughts while I was analysing the situation.
‘ You wanted sex now and I wasn't particularly against the thought, so I greed. Does
that answer your inquiry and yes, this is my car and nonentity went near it because as you guessed, I prevented it from happening. Also before you ask about Eres'transport, apart from TP, she has a bombastic nigrify Rancho four by four. She likes sturdy enduringness and power. Now can we go ? She ended while climbing in the red Italian.
‘ Oh absolutely. I agreed while crouching down in edict to fit into the red fiend
spaghettiwise.'I silenced my view though I was wandering what TP was. I wasn't about to ask.
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We'd been driving for about an 60 minutes due south. It was a warm night with a bright full ash gray Moon. As I gazed up at it, it occurred to me that maybe it was linked to everything else. I knew a piddling about these thing having travelled around many land, some of which had people who in their own obscure and inimitable way, practiced some sort of local witchcraft. I knew about vampires having read numerous script including Bram stoker, Christopher Pike and Anne Rice but what was true and what wasn't, still remained a enigma to me. Being a journalist by profession and by nature I was curious of everything but always remained pragmatic sanction and never took anything on face value. Things had to be proved to me.
As we passed Redhill and turned towards Reigate then down in the direction of Crawley along the A217, I had time to mean about the lowest twenty-four hours. Khana was silent at the wheel. She was concentrating on the road as if something of import was on her mind but she'd elect to ignore thus giving precedence to her driving. There was practically no traffic and we sailed at a cruising fastness of L mph almost everywhere. As we approached the Cuckfield negative stimulation, I was beginning to enquire how a great deal longer this tripper was to shoemaker's last. I kept worrying about my old Austin left hand in the locality of the pub, and was it going to be there the adjacent morning ? Was I, going to be there the next break of day ? Khana suddenly broke the silence.
‘ hitch worrying will you, it's beginning to annoy me. It will be there tomorrow, and
you'll be there to find it. We need you tonight and after that, you won't see us again.
I didn't solution but I kicked myself for not remembering her extra powers, or should I say their peculiar powers. A few miles away a signpost marked Haywards Heath appeared and for some undetermined intellect, I knew we'd arrived. We turned off into a English road as we entered the sleeping town and found ourselves near a cemetery. I wasn't particularly worried about graveyards but neither was I used to visiting them at almost midnight. As we got skinny to what evidently was our final destination, I moved my legs, which seemed to take grown numb from stillness. I knew that when travelling by air, it is authoritative to move around in the woodworking plane to circulate the rake thus avoiding a parentage clot forming and reaching the spirit but I'd never envisaged it in a car drive. Probably because I was rarely the passenger and always had something to engross the different piece of my consistence but I was, in this case feeling numb all over.
The red car with the Shirley Temple entire on the end of the bonnet came to a halt and we got out. As I looked over the cemetery paries, I could see lights in the background.
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‘ Come on, there isn't much fourth dimension left, whispered Khana.'That intrigued me but I obeyed.
‘ Why are you whispering, afraid of waking the dead ?'
‘ Don't be silly. It's out of respect and also we're not supposed to babble out when we
arrive.'Her explanation suited me though I did remain sceptic about her real motive for hushing the audio of our vox. As we turned behind a bombastic headstone near the church we saw a group of men and adult female all in white gown around a large bonfire. I couldn't tell apart anybody but I had a feeling the assembly was incomplete. Someone was missing. As we approached the others, a tall man whispered to Khana telling her to get undressed. She in crook looked at me but I'd already begun so she didn't say anything. She just grinned slightly at my instant comprehension of the situation. A few minute later someone was handing us each a white cloak, which we hastily put on. As I looked back at the funeral pyre I noticed that the gang was moving slowly towards the Centre. In the distance I could discern a anatomy walking slowly towards us. It was a charwoman, I could tell by her step. Moreover, I recognized that item amble and as she got nearer, although she too was wearing a cloak it became obvious to me that the lady was Gothic Liz or to be more precise Eresh-kigal. The great goddess was now among us and I knew that the ceremonial could finally begin.
As she approached the pyre, with her unexpended hand she took out a long double bevelled tongue from a cocktail dress under her cloak and pointed up to the sky. Khana filled me in on the details.
‘ That's an athame and she is going to educe the four constituent to witness our
orgy.'The Logos in her mouth sounded promising but so surprise at the Lapplander clock time. We were seated next to each other in a large circle around the fire when slowly but surely, the groovy goddess started to rise into the air in front man of the fire. She was soon hovering above the flame and they seemed to be licking her peg without having any effect on her. She cried out an conjuration, which, I was sure, could be heard for nautical mile ; but I was to receive out afterwards that only we, could hear her. He cloak fell off her shoulder into the flaming and she just floated there naked in the air.
‘ Oh great Elements of the universe ; I point to you and ask for your presence among us great professional of the eastern realm representing the air as I stand and face the east.
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She pivoted slightly looking in the eastern direction above the flames still licking her beautiful sura and second joint with no apparent wrong. She raised her left arm pointing the athame straight up into the sky. Her decent arm was also stretched out towards the firmament. She then turned towards the northerly thus going in an anticlockwise direction.
‘ Oh Great professional of the northern area, I ask for your presence among us as you represent the earth.'
She then slowly pivoted towards the W still holding up her athame in her left hand and stretching the right field up to the heavens.
‘ Oh smashing mistress of the western part, I ask for your presence among us as you represent water.'
Finally she slowly swivelled towards the Dixie still in the same position.
‘ Oh great captain of the southern region, I ask for your presence among us as you represent fire.'
Suddenly there was a huge explosion and the bonfire seemed to wake up even Sir Thomas More thus covering her completely. She was smothered in the flame for a few seconds then they died down again as she reappeared surrounded by three gods and a goddess. I'd asked Khana discretely why when pointing west she changed her cry to mistress and khana replied that that particular deity was a female person without going into the details. The five god came back down to the soil and Ereshkigel addressed the crowd.
‘ My children, we are all gathered here to create get-up-and-go to crusade and put down our
enemies. We will do this by generating a overconfident and powerful military force through our kundalini. This will be done through sexual intercourse. Half of you are aliens to this earth and dimension and the others are what we call earthlings. The compounding of the two entities will fabricate this forcefulness, which we will then place out towards our foe and will put down it. HAIL SATAN and let the bacchanal now begin.'
Every man turned to a woman and each threw off his or her cloak clutching to his or her partner. While thinking about that last statement I hardly had time to see anything that Khana was throwing me, naked, as she was herself, on the primer climbing onto me spreadeagle with her legs each side of meat of my waistline. My phallus was up and set as she first caressed her cheeks with it after which she slowly placed it in her mouth. I was caressing her thighs, which were tightly gripping the sides of my waist. My hand moved down into her groin and onto her clitoris. I swept onto it while
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she threw her caput back closing her eyes in sheer pleasure thus releasing my pole, which by now was throbbing with hunger needing to touch the extremities of the adult female's brim which ever they may be. She started to move down allowing me to near her vulva that by now was quite damp. At conclusion I could click her while still playing with her clit. I could sense that she was in ecstasy but as I entered her, I almost forgot what she might be really find, for my own pleasure went from an almost extremum XTC to absolute rapture. I was controlling my menstruum but while moving in and out shafting her faster and faster as she herself was exercising a vertical movement on my abdomen I could hardly prevent myself from coming. Within a few bit I knew this was it. extremum bliss was flowing through my internal system of rules and into her vessel. My semen was racing fast and ferocious simultaneously to her orgasm exploding on the top of my finger, which were playing with her fleck. ( At least I thought she was having an orgasm but knowing what I did know, I'll never really be sure ). She let out a screech while I roared with delight but we weren't the only I in this spot of peacefulness, enjoying this extreme moment. As I looked up at Khana I noticed she was sucking another man's prick while enjoying my caresses on her clit and giving me pleasure inside her and this was going on all over the memorial park. Everyone was linked to someone else in every sexual position possible. We were all locked together while our vigour flowed for farseeing minutes. It was the farseeing coitus I'd ever experienced and it occurred to me that all the other span had come exactly at the same time as we did. Suddenly there appeared a strange blueish white cloud above us and the flames from the bonfire rekindled as they reached the immense coloured firmament. It was obvious that Ereshkigal's indirect request had been realized. The integral energy mental process had worked and we'd taken great pleasure out of it. I was prepared to start out all over again if need be but I had a belief that that was the only time it would ever happen and I was gloomy that everything would end there and then.
As Khana got up, she looked at me with philia and smiled as if to say"thank you, you saved my people"but how could I ever know what the consequence was of this massive get-together ? I just had to accept the inevitable as I watched her get dressed again. I did likewise as well as everybody else. The flack had gone out and everything seemed back to convention. Ereshkigal was back in her black letter clothes. She had become once more black letter Liz or simply the girl in the blackamoor skirt. She walked up
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to me and kissed me deeply on the sass opening it while doing so. The kiss lasted about a full minute while Khana was watching with a grin of satisfaction.
‘ Thank you Desmond,'uttered Gothic Liz. ‘ Thank you for everything and believe
me, you shall never repent it until your dying day because when it comes, we will be there to welcome you among us. One day, you too will be a god. We shall see each other again, have no fear.'
That concluding command was a lilliputian eldritch but I only took it for what it was Charles Frederick Worth on the prod of the moment ; I had other affair on my mind. She pulled away gently before I could say anything, yet there was one thing bothering me in specific. It had been perturbing me since I first met Eresh-kigal the other morning when she'd introduced herself to me. I had find to out the truth.
‘ Before you go, there is something I need to know.'
‘ Yes, what is it ?'She asked casually though I was sure enough she already knew.
‘ Why do you call yourself Gothic architecture Liz ? I mean what does it have to do with
Ereshkigal ?'
‘ simpleton. I'm black letter, always have been well for the past 30 of your old age
anyway. Ereskigal can be translated as Erzebeth, which becomes Elizabeth and finally Liz, it's easier.'She smiled. I didn't quite know how to take that account but I knew it was the simply one I'd get so I had to live with it. I was overwhelmed by her warmth and philia towards me. I could really physically find an immense Energy going through me from top to bottom and up again as well as in every former direction. I just looked at her and Khana noticing at the Lapp clip that only we three remained in the graveyard then I lost consciousness. As I was doing so, I could find out Khana saying something to me ; it seemed to come from far away though she appeared to be whispering in my ear.
‘ TP means teleportation !'She smiled and kissed me and then vanished.
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I woke up at family in my bed wide-cut of electric arc and set up to go. I was famished and needed a hearty breakfast so I got up, went to the kitchen and cooked myself some bacon and eggs, with baked beans and love apple. As always everything was in the right lieu. After a hot and then a frigidness shower, I shaved got dressed and not knowing really why, decided to go out for a manner of walking down the street.
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I'd strolled a couple of one hundred railway yard when I neared the apparel shop where I'd first seen Gothic Liz. I was hoping I'd bump into her again and feel as if all this hadn't happened and yet was about to, but there was no Gothic Liz on the horizon. I looked through the workshop window but didn't see anyone I recognized. So, I strolled on till I reached a coffee bar. I opened the threshold and went inside. It was the one I'd had been to with Eres, as I now enjoyed calling her, so I sat down at the same table and waited for the waitress to come over and ask me what I wanted. It was the same waitress. She came up to my board, and I had a feeling she was looking for Liz.
‘ Your smoking girl not here today ?'
‘ No, ‘ fraid not, she's vanished from my life.'
‘ You're better off without her'she cooed. Obviously, I didn't agree but I wasn't
about to reason giving her my reasons so I just ordered a coffee tree and she went away to get it. Actually she wasn't bad looking. In her early 30, glowering hairsbreadth and a middling cheek, courteous legs too, but I wasn't in the mood to actuate on her. I still had last night on my mind and was hoping for another ritual like it but I knew deep down that it would never happen again. The coffee berry came, and with it, a hell surprise.
‘ Here you are sir, a nice hot steaming coffee.'Said a intimate voice. I looked up
and there was Khana. It was she who'd brought it to me. She was dressed in a waitress's forestage and looking aphrodisiac than ever.
‘ Hey Khana, what are you ding here ?'I asked excitedly.
She smiled at me putting her indicator digit over her lips making a ssshhhhh sound.
‘ I work here, at least for today. My name is Hanna and cypher knows me under
any early name so don't spoil it. We decided to allow you to keep your memory of last night but if you start referring to it or try to see us again, we'll have to remove it, do you understand ?'
‘ I don't want to get to any worry but…'
‘ Do you realize ?'She reiterated firmly. Her eyes were sharp and menacing
now and I knew I had to obey. Sex had been marvellous but I was no couple for these goddesses even if I half believed the myth. I knew that for the relaxation of my life I'd never forget this experience and I didn't want to either. All of a sudden an idea sprang into my mind so I looked up at her and acquiesced.
‘ Yes I understand.'
‘ commodity, then that's settled. pledge your coffee tree and go, it's on the house.'
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She stared at me for a spell let go of the cup then smiled again and finally turned and walked away. I drank my coffee and went home. As I arrived I sat down at my computer and started writing my narration. I knew I wouldn't publish it in any magazine but at least it would be some sort of testimony that I'd actually lived this adventure. So here it is.
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wing to the above :
I woke up this dawn with the printing that I had experienced something unknown but immense a few night ago. I also have a feeling that I wrote about it somewhere only I can't find it anywhere. It's as if everything had been removed from my memory and even my computer has no record book of my ever writing about it. I do birth a bizarre recollection, however, something about A young woman In A Black Skirt. Oh well, I guess it's just another one of those oddity of life. Looks like it's going to be another fine day today.
Loki Grondwitch !