“You should be sleeping, my love”, she whispered in the darkness of the bedroom and waited for a few seconds. When she heard no response, she continued: “Tell me what you’re dreaming of…” All she could hear was the wind outside the bedroom window. Certain that her husband was sound asleep, she got up and sneaked to the bedroom door. “Sweet dreams, my love”, she whispered as she shut the door behind her. She changed into her outfit of the night and took her time to apply her make up before tiptoeing out of the door. The suburban streets were hibernating as she hurried towards the local churchyard, clenching her long overcoat tight around her – just in case there were curious eyes behind the dark windows and closed blinds. A few minutes before she reached the wrought iron gate, she could hear the familiar chanting echo from within the darkness. “This is the noise that keeps me awake”, she thought to herself as she leant against an old oak tree and slid her coat off of her. Moments later, a soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips when she felt the calming coldness of the granite press against her back and the chains rattle above her head. The moonlight caressed her skin and made her eyes glow as she looked at the hooded silhouettes gathering around her.
As the sweltering summer was slowly turning to another crispy autumn, the town was sucked into a brief heatwave, as if the summer was trying to harness its last resources to prove its power. The humidity forced most people to stay indoors and those who dared to open the front door soon found their skin sticky and thoughts scrambled. It was the evening of one of these days when the two happened to enter the same sketchy bar, desperate for cold drinks and hot company. No words were needed in the desolate adult meeting place when the man grabbed the woman by the waist and she in return hopped onto the man’s lap. Their bodies pressed together, skin sticky with sweat, spilled drinks, and anticipation. The warmth of the last night of the summer paled in comparison to the couple’s passion, fulfilled behind closed velvet curtains as he held her through the night.
As she was walking the empty streets of the charming little town that she had just discovered, her thoughts were scrambled and difficult to grasp. The faces jumped from one to the other in her mind. Names and places had altered meanings, some had even mutated into something she no longer couldn’t recognize. That afternoon, the beauty of the town was lost on her. Her feet walked on the narrow streets of cobblestone as if they were set on autopilot. On one of the streets that lead high up above the town, she leaned against a railing, feeling the gentle Mediterranean wind on her face. She closed her eyes and imagined a world in technicolor. Sometimes she wished that she could fly away in the arms of the wind.
As the man stepped out of the bar, he saw a woman leaning against the hood of his sports car. “Let’s get out of this town, baby, I’m on fire”, the woman purred, her hands wandering down along her curvaceous figure. “Who the hell are you?” the man asked with a mixture of amusement and anger in his voice. “Don’t be ridiculous. Can’t you hear the open road call us? The highway to hell awaits, baby!” the woman said with a wink and climbed onto the hood, arching her back and stretching like a cat. “Watch it! You’ll dent it or scratch the paintwork!” the man exclaimed, seemingly angry yet the blood rushing to certain body parts insinuated the opposite. The woman wiggled her behind on the hood and then climbed over the windshield and somersaulted onto the passenger seat. “Pedal to the metal, baby! I need to feel the wind against my face”, the woman begged, squirming in the seat. The engine of the car responded with a loud roar as it started on its own, leaving the man clutching the car keys in amazement. “How… How’d you do that?” the man asked as he walked towards the car. “I know many tricks. I’ll show you some of them on the road”, the woman responded with a naughty look in her eyes.
It was a typical Tuesday evening when an unsuspecting man dressed in a long trench coat and a fedora discovered an inconspicuous door by the dirty back alley he often walked to get home faster. A rusty sign next to the door said “Wonderland” in art deco style lettering. The man’s curiosity took over and he tried if the door was unlocked. And it was. Slowly he opened the heavy door and looked darkness straight in the eye. “Hello?” the man hollered as he started to descend the stairway into the mouldy unknown. No one responded but after what seemed like a thousand steps, the man saw a faint light in the end of a hallway. “Hello?” the man said again, this time whispering… as if he was afraid that someone would actually respond. “Come on in”, a soulless female voice said, and as the man turned around the corner, he saw an almost naked woman sitting on a little bar. Something about the woman made the man’s spine shiver but his feet had decided that he would be stepping in. As the man sat by the bar, the woman – who was basically wearing nothing at all – took the man’s hand and guided it up along her smooth but cold inner thigh. “We only serve two things here”, the woman said, her icy gaze piercing the man’s existence. “You can either … eat me and grow ever so big”, the woman continued and lowered her eyes on the man’s crotch area. “Or… you can… drink me and shrink in size like every man sooner or later does.” The following day, the man in question was reported missing.
It was something she and her lover had been talking about for some time now. When the time was right, when the constellations and celestial bodies were in their favour, then and only then would she sacrifice herself to her lover. London after midnight. The candles burning lower. “I’ll sacrifice myself to you, right here tonight because you know that I love you”, she whispered as she lay on her back on the couch. Her lover crawled over her, cold breath caressing her skin, sending shivers down her spine, teeth gently pressing against the arch of her neck. Gone with the sin, her life would never be the same again.
She had noticed the new bartender as soon as the man had started working in the same trashy bar as she. The man’s biceps bulged in his two sizes too small shirt when he grabbed the shaker to mix drinks. Something else bulged too, in the barkeep’s jeans, and it left little to the imagination. “Either a couple of socks rolled up in there to get better tips from the ladies or… he’s just naturally well-endowed. Either way, I’m going to find out tonight”, she thought to herself as she picked up her last tips from the floor. She didn’t bother to cover herself up, the man had already seen her almost naked during the half a dozen lap dances she had given that night. “Hey, Leo, be a sweetheart and give me a Sex on the beach”, the girl said with a giggle as she hopped onto the bar, her perky breasts bouncing rhythmically. “I’ll give you much more than that if you want to”, the bartender said with a grin. That night neither of them went home. The little couch in the backroom proved to be surprisingly comfortable, especially since they didn’t even intend to sleep on it. “Definitely not socks…” she girl mumbled as the sun started to cast its first rays into the dusty backroom. “Huh?” the man asked with a puzzled look on his face and got nothing but playful giggling in return.
Another intense evening was over. Her recent mischiefs had made her husband’s jealous and rough side surface again. But she didn’t mind. Being tied down, spanked and otherwise “punished” was, in fact, what she desired. Her rather conservative upbringing just prevented her from expressing it in words. Sitting in her boudoir, getting ready to take a long, nice bath, she let her fingertips wander across her sore buttocks, up along the valley that was her waist, all the way to her breasts that had acquired a reddish hue. Waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm, soothing water, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled as she noticed the red marks decorating her body. “I should think of ways to make him even more jealous and angry”, she said to herself as she lowered her body into the warm water. “It shouldn’t be very difficult”, she added and grinned.
As a single woman, she had learned to take care of herself… in every respect. She paid her bills, changed her lightbulbs, and made herself moan in the heart of the night. Sometimes, however, she got this certain urge. She wanted to feel big strong hands on her perky breasts, exploring every curve of her body, slowly squeezing her round bottom as if to say: “This ass belongs to me now.” When she got this restless feeling, she usually called up one of her male “friends”, but tonight she was feeling different. She wanted to feel someone else’s big strong hands all over her body, she wanted to be taken by a man of whom she knew nothing. She tiptoed to her closet and picked out a few tiny pieces of clothing: a sheer top and a skimpy skirt, both of which left little to the imagination. “Screw it, tonight I’m not taking any risks of not getting noticed, so I’ll leave my bra home”, she said to herself as she adjusted her breasts inside the tight top, looking at her nipples through the mirror. As soon as she arrived to the underground nightclub, she felt a few heads turn towards her direction. She grinned and winked at some of the men who were shamelessly staring at her. Leaning against a pillar on the edge of the dancefloor, she squirmed to the rhythm of the music, dancing suggestively until her body started to glisten with sweat, making her already sheer top even more transparent. She saw some of the men start to move towards her, which made her smile. “Seems like this is going to be an interesting night”, she thought to herself.
It was a few minutes past one of those early morning hours. You know, one of those hours when every thought has twice the gravity it has during daytime. When every touch of a loved one pierces your soul. When the world stops for a brief moment, yet only a few of us notice it. Unable to fall back asleep, she crawled out of the bed, walked to the window and stared deep into the night. The street below was quiet, decorated by pieces of yesterday’s news and the first yellow leaves of the late summer. The nocturnal heavenly bodies greeted her from high above, smiling at her knowingly. She looked at the view with a pinch of dreams still in her eyes. A subtle smile lingering on her lips. “What are you doing there, baby?” her man’s voice asked from within the darkness of the bedroom. “Nothing. Just reinstalling myself to this world.” She turned around and smiled at the sleepy man before walking back to him. Entwined together, they gradually melted into each other, their souls uniting in the blue light of the night.