Harlequin
Active member
Café Revolution
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]A dingy room, lit sparsely with dim green light. Clothes strewn across the floor, naked flesh on display. The steady, trance-inducing drum-beat and the stamping of the patrons' feet. The smell of opium, of the rough, sharp odour of spirits. It was there that her eyes met mine: deep blue, the very image of the eastern seas.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Through the sweaty, naked bodies of my cohort I spotted beauty without peer; skin clear and dark as an eastern night. High cheekbones, exotic and sharp. Lips full, inviting. I saw her frenzied dancing, her full breasts bouncing.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Were I not already aroused, I knew then that the very sight of her would cause my ardour to grow, to come to full fruition before her, a goddess walking among mortals. I could feel the sweaty, pawing hands of lesser beings clutch at my body as I thrust my way through the throng to her. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Through the decadent couples and groups I waded, my eyes focussed only on she, my eastern goddess. Beyond my senses were the entwined bodies, the men on men, the women on women... the perversions of the Café Green and of the Free Love Revolution were lost to me.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]In that instant, her eyes met mine. Our connection transcended the drug-induced delirium of the night, transcended even the mutual lust we felt: it was, perhaps, love. My tongue met her body, then, and we were thrust together in a lusty embrace. I lost all sense of time, and space became a distant dream.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Departing the mundane world we travelled the stars, and dimly I felt our bodies crashing to the ground, rolling and thrusting. What we did at that time I truly cannot say, only that it was nirvana. A state of being wholly alien to me and yet at the same time it felt like coming home.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]In the morning I woke alone. She had gone, leaving me alone with the others of the Revolution. It was cold, and the atmosphere of the room had changed. No longer a place of wonder and magic, it was a rank hole in the ground littered with the spent bodies of addicts and perverts.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I cried.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]A dingy room, lit sparsely with dim green light. Clothes strewn across the floor, naked flesh on display. The steady, trance-inducing drum-beat and the stamping of the patrons' feet. The smell of opium, of the rough, sharp odour of spirits. It was there that her eyes met mine: deep blue, the very image of the eastern seas.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Through the sweaty, naked bodies of my cohort I spotted beauty without peer; skin clear and dark as an eastern night. High cheekbones, exotic and sharp. Lips full, inviting. I saw her frenzied dancing, her full breasts bouncing.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Were I not already aroused, I knew then that the very sight of her would cause my ardour to grow, to come to full fruition before her, a goddess walking among mortals. I could feel the sweaty, pawing hands of lesser beings clutch at my body as I thrust my way through the throng to her. [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Through the decadent couples and groups I waded, my eyes focussed only on she, my eastern goddess. Beyond my senses were the entwined bodies, the men on men, the women on women... the perversions of the Café Green and of the Free Love Revolution were lost to me.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]In that instant, her eyes met mine. Our connection transcended the drug-induced delirium of the night, transcended even the mutual lust we felt: it was, perhaps, love. My tongue met her body, then, and we were thrust together in a lusty embrace. I lost all sense of time, and space became a distant dream.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]Departing the mundane world we travelled the stars, and dimly I felt our bodies crashing to the ground, rolling and thrusting. What we did at that time I truly cannot say, only that it was nirvana. A state of being wholly alien to me and yet at the same time it felt like coming home.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]In the morning I woke alone. She had gone, leaving me alone with the others of the Revolution. It was cold, and the atmosphere of the room had changed. No longer a place of wonder and magic, it was a rank hole in the ground littered with the spent bodies of addicts and perverts.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, sans-serif]I cried.[/FONT]
