The ones I met during my life, considered me the stereotype of a normal woman, so normal to became insignificant to the most, but in secret I lived a depraved life, like an anonymous Faust, selling my soul on the ghosts I met along the way and degenerating in a slow ticking of my damnation.
I was looking for eternal love, the idyll that never changes, a passion burning without consuming, like the sacred bush of my ancestors. I was looking for a man, a woman or a demon, that didn’t make any difference for me – I just wanted someone to share my heart, my soul, my bed and my monsters with. I was searching without success.
It’s looking for damnation that I went beyond the door. When I met the devil, I passed from a live without life, to a death without death.
It was at night. My car had driven me to a miserable pub of the suburbs. The barman made a lascivious grin as I entered the door. I opened my blouse some further, just as a challenge – I had never been embarrassed from the attitudes of certain men and creating gross sex ideas in that lowlife gave me an insane exaltation.
“Give me a beer. A dark one.” I said sitting on a high chair.
He gave me the beer, hooked at my décolleté, then someone called him and he went away cursing in a strange dialect.
I took a long draught of beer and I felt the alcohol flowing in my veins. I couldn’t mask my pleasure and I moaned slightly closing my eyes satisfied. “Hey Karl, give me the same drink of this young lady…she seems to get a great benefit from it!”. I threw a sulking glance to the newcomer and I resumed with my beer.
“Hey, do you know where you are, babe? This is the meeting place for all the scum of the city. The ones coming here always have something to hide or something to forget…and Karl takes care of them…isn’t it true Karl?”
The barman laughed out loud and he gave a comment about how he would have liked to take care of me. I simply ignored him.“So?” I replied hissing. The man laughed amused. “You are a little fury! Good. I like untamed women..”
I kept looking at him trying not to show any interest, but his green eyes hit me – even now that he was joking there was a shadow of melancholy in his glance and, at moments, something malignant, a cruel light a desire of violence.
He was tall and lean and his features were delicate almost feminine. His hair was pitch-black, all shaved except for a very long lock on the forehead, covering his left eye. Probably his hair had been very long and he had let it cut without conviction.
I didn’t realise I was staring and when he sensually bit his lips I turned away replying sharply “I am here to have a couple of beers and to stay quiet…so, if you don’t mind…” I said trying to get rid of him.
“I know why you are here” he said getting serious. That weird light in his eyes appeared again and I felt uncomfortable, but the curiosity won on the fright and I replied cocky “Really? You are the know-it-all kind! I see, actually I got it from the very beginning…” I took a draught of beer that made me squeeze my eyes.
“Boris! Cutter waits for you on the back yard…” his name was Boris. I didn’t get any particular feeling from it. As he heard Karl shouting, Boris raised his hand without turning to show he heard him. He stood up from the stool where he was sitting, he drank his beer in one shot and with a sudden move he got close to me, his mouth slightly open smelled of beer “you want to make love with the devil…” he pressed his lips together and caressed them with his tongue.
He turned away and disappeared out of the back door. My mouth and my eyes were wide open and I tried to pull through. I drank the rest of my beer and I hit the glass on the table to call the barman “another one…please” the man gave me another beer –“Who is that guy?” I asked trying to pretend that the curiosity was stimulated from irritation more than interest.
“Who that? Boris?” the barman laughed out loud “He is the devil, Miss…The devil” I didn’t answer.
To the second beer there followed still a few. I was loaded more than enough, but I hoped to be able to drive home, otherwise I would have had to sleep in my car. I stood up and I remained still for a couple of seconds to test my deambulating ability. I threw a greenback on the table and I went out without waiting for the change.
Outside the air was hot and humid, I put off my leather jacket and I opened my blouse completely. I was sweating, possibly the beer had something to do with that.
I tried to concentrate and remember where I had parked my car, as I saw it. I headed for it waddling.
The parking was dark and when I reached the car I had some problems to find the keyhole, once I succeeded, I tried to turn the key to open the door just to find out that I didn’t close it.
I threw the door open and I chucked myself on the seat, my legs spread, savouring my own ecstasy.
“You are so sexy, all sweaty and loose…” I sprang on the seat shouting.
Boris was lying on the back seat with a cynical smile on his face, biting his lips as I had seen him doing before.
“Then I didn’t leave it open? You forced it?” “It’s a child’s play; these cars go open like tin cans. But you…you should be more careful when you go around in a dark parking at night.” He laughed and I got flustered. He moved on the front seat and he put his hand between my legs. I got excited and my breath began to quicken. “Drive!” he ordered.
I started the car and I followed his instructions carefully.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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NOTE OF THE AUTHOR: The first line of my never finished book. Still working...still working.
I was looking for eternal love, the idyll that never changes, a passion burning without consuming, like the sacred bush of my ancestors. I was looking for a man, a woman or a demon, that didn’t make any difference for me – I just wanted someone to share my heart, my soul, my bed and my monsters with. I was searching without success.
It’s looking for damnation that I went beyond the door. When I met the devil, I passed from a live without life, to a death without death.
It was at night. My car had driven me to a miserable pub of the suburbs. The barman made a lascivious grin as I entered the door. I opened my blouse some further, just as a challenge – I had never been embarrassed from the attitudes of certain men and creating gross sex ideas in that lowlife gave me an insane exaltation.
“Give me a beer. A dark one.” I said sitting on a high chair.
He gave me the beer, hooked at my décolleté, then someone called him and he went away cursing in a strange dialect.
I took a long draught of beer and I felt the alcohol flowing in my veins. I couldn’t mask my pleasure and I moaned slightly closing my eyes satisfied. “Hey Karl, give me the same drink of this young lady…she seems to get a great benefit from it!”. I threw a sulking glance to the newcomer and I resumed with my beer.
“Hey, do you know where you are, babe? This is the meeting place for all the scum of the city. The ones coming here always have something to hide or something to forget…and Karl takes care of them…isn’t it true Karl?”
The barman laughed out loud and he gave a comment about how he would have liked to take care of me. I simply ignored him.“So?” I replied hissing. The man laughed amused. “You are a little fury! Good. I like untamed women..”
I kept looking at him trying not to show any interest, but his green eyes hit me – even now that he was joking there was a shadow of melancholy in his glance and, at moments, something malignant, a cruel light a desire of violence.
He was tall and lean and his features were delicate almost feminine. His hair was pitch-black, all shaved except for a very long lock on the forehead, covering his left eye. Probably his hair had been very long and he had let it cut without conviction.
I didn’t realise I was staring and when he sensually bit his lips I turned away replying sharply “I am here to have a couple of beers and to stay quiet…so, if you don’t mind…” I said trying to get rid of him.
“I know why you are here” he said getting serious. That weird light in his eyes appeared again and I felt uncomfortable, but the curiosity won on the fright and I replied cocky “Really? You are the know-it-all kind! I see, actually I got it from the very beginning…” I took a draught of beer that made me squeeze my eyes.
“Boris! Cutter waits for you on the back yard…” his name was Boris. I didn’t get any particular feeling from it. As he heard Karl shouting, Boris raised his hand without turning to show he heard him. He stood up from the stool where he was sitting, he drank his beer in one shot and with a sudden move he got close to me, his mouth slightly open smelled of beer “you want to make love with the devil…” he pressed his lips together and caressed them with his tongue.
He turned away and disappeared out of the back door. My mouth and my eyes were wide open and I tried to pull through. I drank the rest of my beer and I hit the glass on the table to call the barman “another one…please” the man gave me another beer –“Who is that guy?” I asked trying to pretend that the curiosity was stimulated from irritation more than interest.
“Who that? Boris?” the barman laughed out loud “He is the devil, Miss…The devil” I didn’t answer.
To the second beer there followed still a few. I was loaded more than enough, but I hoped to be able to drive home, otherwise I would have had to sleep in my car. I stood up and I remained still for a couple of seconds to test my deambulating ability. I threw a greenback on the table and I went out without waiting for the change.
Outside the air was hot and humid, I put off my leather jacket and I opened my blouse completely. I was sweating, possibly the beer had something to do with that.
I tried to concentrate and remember where I had parked my car, as I saw it. I headed for it waddling.
The parking was dark and when I reached the car I had some problems to find the keyhole, once I succeeded, I tried to turn the key to open the door just to find out that I didn’t close it.
I threw the door open and I chucked myself on the seat, my legs spread, savouring my own ecstasy.
“You are so sexy, all sweaty and loose…” I sprang on the seat shouting.
Boris was lying on the back seat with a cynical smile on his face, biting his lips as I had seen him doing before.
“Then I didn’t leave it open? You forced it?” “It’s a child’s play; these cars go open like tin cans. But you…you should be more careful when you go around in a dark parking at night.” He laughed and I got flustered. He moved on the front seat and he put his hand between my legs. I got excited and my breath began to quicken. “Drive!” he ordered.
I started the car and I followed his instructions carefully.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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NOTE OF THE AUTHOR: The first line of my never finished book. Still working...still working.
