(A eroic tale-adult reading)
Chapter one
-She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky. Her soft hand holding mine tightly. She whispered, “You promised me Paris and wild nights. I want the old city of lights. I want to make love in silk sheets and soft blankets. I want the strong coffee and to sit in view of the river. Watching you write poetry. I want to tease you in my long dress, opening my legs for you. Allowing you to see my bare legs and secret places, free from the shackle of panties. I want you to see me and write freely, I want to make you mad with the hunger to take me at will.”
I embraced my beautiful and sweet Katie and I told her.’If you want Paris. I want Paris too. I yearn to see your legs opening wide making me smile and dream. I want to find raw hunger exploring new places to touch and discover.”
My sweet Katie smiled as she came to me and she whispered, “Your will is my command.You are mine and I’m yours. Please take what you need my kind lover.”
I wrote the saga of my imagination in my journal making me wish for things I cannot have.
The wisps of need grow with time teasing, touching memories. I wanted beauty at my feet. I dreamed of places of chaos and no control. I dreamed of Katie with her face resting in my lap, looking up with a shy smile. Saying words with beautiful eyes that didn’t need to be spoken.
She wanted Paris and I wanted her. I had dreams of beauty at my feet. Her hunger makes me live and come alive again. I told beautiful Katie.
“You are the sweet wine to set my mind free and the fire in the cold night to warm
my body and spirit. You will have Paris and I will have you.”
Chapter two
-The train ride to Paris
We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am. She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown proudly through the thin material.
She asked me. “Johnnie, do you think I’m sexy? Am I beautiful? Comes a line of no return, my lover.”She took my hand to her legs and she opened her legs enough for my hand to enter into the tenderness of warm flesh and she closed her legs tightly. She gave me a smile of I need you now. I saw in her eyes her want and her demand. She whispered. “Don’t stop lover, I need to fall into your touch. I want to feel alive.”
Sweet Katie told me as I caressed her wetness as she moved with my fingers, her aroused vagina moving and trying to grasp hand and fist. “Baby, can’t control the sea. Can’t control the wind and you cannot control the want of a free woman. I want to know no limits. Love is a million mile journey. Good to be the prey or sometime be the predator. Softness will lead to hardness. Gentleness will lead to the want to test the body and increase the excitement. I need your hands and lips upon me now. Make me feel your need and want now!”
She leans against me as I increased the speed and the movement of my hand. She closed her eyes as I entered into the warmth of her tender womb. She kissed my neck and whispered. “Thank you Johnnie for Paris. Paris is where I need to be. My wanton spirit need the old city. I want you to take me by the Seine river. I want you to lift my skirt up and for you to enter me with great force and want. I want us to make the ancient spirits jealous for we have found dangerous love where we are not bounded by rules of locked doors and stable sex. I don’t want stable sex. I want to be locked-ups, ties-up and be force into places of no return.’
Sweet Katie gave me slow and sweet kisses. She opened her eyes and her breathing increased till she released her desperation breath into my willing mouth. She pulled my hand away and she brought my hand to her lips. She kissed each finger and she told me. “You play me like a skilled piano-man. Knowing how to make me feel free and wild.’
I told her. “You are my everything. Everything is you. You make my imagination dance into wild and elastic dreams. The wisp of your memory, your face and thinking of you laying nude under sheets of silk. Leave me wanting more and more of you my beautiful love.”
Katie looked out the window. Paris was in view now. Katie reached over and she kissed me one. She kissed me twice and she told me. “Thank you for Paris.”
I did a silence prayer. I knew she wanted Paris and I wanted her near. I thanks the spirit of life and death for her and the city of Paris.
Chapter three
-City of lights
We would arrive in Paris before the noon hour. Katie was content watching Paris grow larger from the view of the train window. She smiled and winked at me and she asked me. Do you think I’m a wicked woman? I have surrender freely to the wanton need of my body and give myself without fear or regret?
I told her. We are tricking the Gods. The Gods want us to be sedated and cold-heart in the emotion of passion. They want us to fear their golden rules and hide the need of the flesh. They want us to locked our doors and know the missionary position only. Trying to make us forget we are flesh and bones needing to awake every senses we can control. My eyes see you and I want to take you now. I want to taste your skin, your lips. My hand wants to caress your inner thighs, gentle tickling you softly and try to make you wish for more. I want to smell your hair and sweet scent of your perfume on soft and willing skin. I want to hear your voice whispering. I need you Johnnie now. The Gods fear we will know what ecstasy is. They want us to forget them. Become like tamed and locked-up beast.
Katie smiled and went to her knees and she asked me. “Do the Gods sleep? I wondered. Or were they dead?” I told her. The Gods do not sleep. Men believe they are wiser and stronger than the Gods. In the end. All men bow and pray for regret and sorrow. They burn incense seeking forgiveness. That is the trickery of the Gods. They always win.
Katie laid her head into my lap and then she looked up and asked. If the Gods always win. Why do we try to taste any kind of victory? Are we doomed to die and meet the Gods? I caressed her face and I told her. We are playing with a loaded deck. We can’t win but if we twist and turn the game around. Don’t follow the golden rules. The Gods hate when we are blindfolded to their will. When we don’t use their paradoxes of false rules and the prisons of dead-ends. Look around us. The next cabin sits two people. They are locked in silence. She is still a beauty and he is still a good-looking man. Now they sit across from each other with silence. They are dead in love. The Gods made them pacifist and worn out. They forgot the inner desire that made them fall in love. Dead love is no love. They are just waiting for the sad ending. Missionary sex and no laughter.
Katie smiled and told me. I want to wear my short skirt tonight and my new silk blouse. I want the Paris gentle breezes to make my body come alive. You promised me a Midnight walk by the river. I want you to take me at your will. I’m yours and you are mine. I kissed her once, I kissed her twice.
I told her tonight we make the Gods jealous. Make them realize some of us are still free from their prisons of thoughts and control. Not afraid of tender skin and the want of the body. We don’t need locked doors to hide how much I need you my beautiful Katie. I want us to climb to the topmost peaks of love,to know the elixir of your sweet kiss. I want us to go love-mad where we are free and we can’t return to who we are.
Katie took my hands. She kissed each one and she told me. Thank you for Paris, my city of lights. I feel the fire burning inside my body. I want us free and wild my lover. I won’t allow the Gods to win. We will play Master and slave. Predator and prey. I will allow you to control me and make me feel adored and wanted. We are free to drink French wines and we stay nude in the hotel room. Only get dressed, to roam the old city.
I wrapped my arms around her. I did a silence prayer. She wanted Paris. I wanted her. I thanks the Gods for being kind. Being merciful for two lovers in the city of lights.
Chapter four
-Paris days and nights
We took a taxi the Hotel Devillas. I picked the hotel because it was in walking distance of the River Seine. Had many places Katie wanted to visit. The hotel was beautiful. We had a view of the main street.
“Old city, blessed city
The city of light
Paris is ancient and wise
Had seen days of glory and defeat.
The city is swimming with old spirit of the world past.
The Paris nights bring out the lover seeking reunite and
the spirits seeking peace.
Old city, haunted city.
Where new lovers come to find the energy and turbulence
of wild and free love.
Trying to create a love for the ages.
Make the old gods jealous.
Few will touch and know.”
We left the hotel quickly. Beautiful Katie wanted to see the Universities and the garden of Luxembourg today. She was dancing through the streets of the Latin Quarters of Paris. I adored her as she drank in the ancient city. I walked close to her. I saw she was in her element and I didn’t want to displease her with useless talk. I enjoyed the ancient cities also. Each city having their own personalities and charm.
Paris was haunted to me. She had known many wars and sicknesses. She had withstood time as a monument to what men and women could survive. The city flourished today.
Holding the past and modern time with politeness. Katie came to me and she gave me long and sweet kisses by the River Seine. She whispered. Thank you for Paris and understanding me. I told her. She made Paris more beautiful with her present. You make the old Gods jealous they cannot embrace you.
She laughs at my words and danced on the old steps in the Latin Quarters. No-one noticed her. Paris made people careless and the heart bold. No need to subdue emotion and want in the city if lights. Better to be wild, to sing the song of love. Be reckless and bare your heart without regret.
I found my cafe. The Cafe Les Deux Magot. Hemmingway and Picasso had drunk their wine here and celebrated being alive once. I wanted to sit with Katie. See what Hemmingway saw with her. Katie eyes were alive with joy and beauty. I ordered sweet red wine and we watched the people calmly walking by. I didn’t talk. Words are sometimes not needed. I poured the wine and we touched wine glasses. I toasts to Paris, to love and for her being with me.
She held my hand tightly and she asked. When are we going back to the hotel. I want to strip bare and I want you to join me in the sheets of silk. I want to make you feel wanted and appreciated. I want you to know delight and embrace. I want to feel your kiss, make you go mad with want and need. I want us to be overtook by the energy of this city. I want madness and desperate days and nights of lovemaking.
I kissed her hand and I told her. The hotel is near. Let’s buy some good wine and wander back to the hotel. Today we will make the old city jealous. Unbounded love is what I want. I want to see you smile, content. You are my sweet dream. Katie gave me a coy smile and she told me.
The city of lights is ours. Tonight we have Paris. I have you and I want us to stay awake to want and anguish. No fasting tonight my Johnnie.
Chapter five
Saga of a dreamer imagination, wisp and you. “Paris at dusk.”
-She wanted Paris and I wanted her. “Paris at dusk,”
We stood by the River Seine. I embraced my Katie and she held my hand against her chest. Her eyes were dreamy and her faint smile told me she was content. She asked me. How many lovers stood on this bridge? How many people had crumble to the spirit of the ancient city? Allowing their fears of love to flee and abandon their refrain to hide their enter secrets and wants?
I told her. The taboo of new world fear can blind the people who do not believe in love. We must eat away from the past and open new doors and places for the hope and the comfort of love. The ritual of love is simple. We must open doors of the unknown and be fearless. Love should be free like a a running river without restraint or rules. She smiled and asked. How far away are we from the hotel? I told her we are very near and we must buy some good wine. We found an open wine and liquor store. Katie spend on hour selecting some sweet red wine and some French cognac. The wine store had a warehouse of good wine. Katie was in paradise and she read each bottle looking at place of birth and age. I sat near the front door and drank espresso. I paid for two bottles of wine and the cognac. We walked back to the hotel holding hands like young lovers overtaken by love. She would stop and give me a gentle kisses than keep walking. The dusk was coming and Katie was feeling the tiredness of the long train ride and the long walk throughout the city of lights.
We arrived at the hotel. I took a shower and Katie stayed by the window. The city of Paris was coming alive. The city lights were bright and glorious. Katie was in heaven. She watch the night people come alive to roam the cafes and the dance clubs. She dropped her dress and listen to the running water. Her mind didn’t want sleep. She needed a triple espresso and no sleep tonight. She wanted to join the people of Paris. Feel the energy of the night. She came to me in the shower. She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She began to bite my neck and kiss my ears. She rubbed her soft body against me. She asked me. I want to do a midnight walk. Find a triple espresso and a dark night club. I want me and you to inhale the city into our lungs. Fall to her mystery. I want us to share kisses by the Seine River and for me to lift my dress and you to take advantage of me. She left me wanting more and she went back to her window. I finished the shower thinking of my beautiful Katie.
I came out of the bathroom and I saw Katie standing nude by the window. The small night-light showed me her perfect body. A woman body, curves and strong legs made me stop and gazed at her. She was seizing the city up and I didn’t want to interrupt her peace and happiness. I sat on the bed and adored her form. The night light making her look like a waiting goddess or muse. I was in paradise. I knew rarely does a woman allow you in to her place of comfort. Allow you to know their strength and weaknesses. She turned to me and she waved me to come over to her. I went to her. I wrapped my arms around her cupping her breast and kissing her neck. She moved her body closer against me. She was tying to make us become one. Her warm skin enticed my want and I tried to bring her closer. I kissed her shoulders and neck and I whispered. I want to be forever to be lost in the bliss of your kiss and embrace. She reached her right hand to my groin area. Slowly caressing my groin area. She raised her butt up and she put my penis into her warmth of her body and pushed her ass tightly against me . We stood and held the embrace. She began to move with a slow pace and she whispered. We must hurry my lover.
I want the triple espresso and this night had just began.
Chapter six
-Poetry by the Paris night
I watched her dress slowly. She knew I like when she dressed for me. She wore a long red dress that covered her nude legs to protect her from the chill of the Paris night. Her shoulders were free to be seen in the neck-less dress. I observed her with an artist vision. Her perfect curves and body made me know. She had Paris and I had her. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. She put her sweater on and a red scarf. She told me. You promised me a night walk through the city of lights. Are you ready? I slipped on my shoes and we wandered out to the city of Paris.
I like the Latin Quarter. It was filled with life and activity. Even with the chill in the air. We walked toward the Seine River. A lot of people were walking and the city was filled with energy and hope. Most of the people smiled at us and gave silence hello. Each with their lover and having places and plans to accomplished. We heard music by the river. Three young Russians students were playing violins, guitar and singing. They had a cowboy hat for donations. We walked up and tossed some money into the cowboy hat and they asked for any request. I asked for Pretty woman. A song for my Goddess friend. They smiled and told us. Your wish is our comment. They played the song with skill as me and Katie found a nearby bench to sit and listen. Katie asked can we sit here and listen for a minute. I like them. They are the reason Paris is alive and well. The Gypsy spirit will never leave the city. I smiled and I gave her a kiss. I said anything you want. The next four days are for you. You made me want to be alive again. I want to see you smile and content. She sat close to me leaning her body near and whispered. Thank you my lover. I brought out my pen/paper and I wrote some words.
Les Deux magot
I wished I drank with Mr. Hemingway.
He knew the good wine and strong alcohol.
I wonder did he meet ladies of mystery here.
Did he write the great book here drinking his wine?
I sit with my lover today and I wonder.
What would Hemingway do today in Paris?
The red scarf
My beloved love her red scarf.
My gift to her on our third date.
I remembered she wrapped the scarf around her shoulders.
Did a dance stripping her clothing off for me. She fell to the floor, taking off the red scarf and she whispered,
as she wrapped the scarf around my back and brought my face to her face.
She told me this red scarf will make you dream of me forever.
She was right.
Beautiful Katie
Beautiful Katie knew.
My heart was dead. She gave me sweet whispers of hope with her gentle voice.
Made me dream and learn I was worthwhile.
She taught me. We must feel needed to be alive.
Her gestures of love made a neglected heart come alive.
Intangible hunger and dreams brought two together.
Dreams of splendor and faint smile of joy.
Leave the old Poet hoping and dreaming for more.
City of lights
Endless energy and reflection of old and new.
Leave the city of life, safe from the naysayers of love.
Love is free and never diminish in the cradle of ancient myth and modern love.
Dear Paris. She laid bare her secrets and new lovers lay new exposure to where love is free and safe.
A domain for the wild in spirit and the brave in heart.
Thank you City of lights for allowing lovers to find peace and joy in your arms.
Katie told me. No more writing Johnnie. You promise me some real wildness tonight. We are here to express what people in closed and locked doors cannot understand. We must work hard to keep passion alive and well. No sissies in the game of love. I want bold, untamed love. I want you to take me at-will. I will you to remember me. I want to be your last and first thoughts. You are my lover and I’m your lover. I want you to dream of me when you are away and I want you to yearn for me when I’m near. I want not to refrain and hold secrets. Tell me everything you need and I will tell you what I need. I reached over and kissed beautiful Katie. I told her. I have you now and this is what I need.
Chapter seven
-The city of lights
Katie looked beautiful. She was dancing to the music of the street musicians. Her eyes were a-glowed with joy and happiness. I sat on a bench near the Seinte River. The night had a chill in the air and Katie wasn’t affected. The city of Paris was lite-up. The city of lights was alive and well at the midnight hour. We had added layered of clothing to stay warm. There was a gentle breeze tonight and it was a good night to roam the ancient city.
I went to her standing near the bridge and I told her. I needed a triple espresso or Johnnie will fall asleep. She smiled and she agreed. She gave me many long warm and sweet kisses and took my hand and we wandered back into the city. We found a cafe that served wine and coffee. We ordered two triple espressos and we sat in silence watching the night people of Paris walking the busy streets. She asked me. Would Paris be a place to live-in? Or is Paris just myth and dreams alive in heart and mind?
I told her. I have the city of lights when I have you near. You make my days and night come alive.You are my wild child in heart and spirit. You make me want to dance, sing and drink. Celebrate being alive. With you I want to be nude and free. Leave the prison of real life and be what I need to be. She smiled and asked. Do you like when you are the master? Do you like control? Does my body make you know madness with want and need? I kissed her my Katie and I told her.
You are the fire and I’m the wood wanting to know the heat of your body near. I love when you allow me to enjoy your perfect body. You are my masterpiece. When I touch your skin and awake your body. You create an eruption of unending madness. The more I’m in your embrace.The more I need to find you. Master or slave. Your face, the softness of your skin and the hunger of us trying to quiet our want and need. You are everything to me and I’m someone when we become one. I love when I embrace you and stay inside you till the morning light. It is like we found a sanctuary of true and free love.
Katie drank downs the espresso and she told me. Love is costly Johnnie. You have made great promises. I hope you are not a speaker of false words. Tonight we are tire. Tomorrow morning we will lock the door and leave a do not disturb sign upon the door. I have brought my special negligee, toys and I will demand payment.Tonight we will roam the city and the new coming day. We will stay in the hotel room till 3pm. Johnnie, the lovers prayer is simple. You make love till you cannot no-more.
Katie took my hands, kissed them and she told me. Thank you for Paris and sweet dreams.
Chapter eight
-Night conversation
We walks till 3 am. We follow the walkways of the night people of Paris. Having no planned destination. Just wandering and hoping for something new and wonderful to see. In the ancient city of Paris. The beauty of the old city will steal your heart and mind with old buildings and beautiful art where-ever the eye could see. We had to take the a taxi back to the hotel. Katie sat close to me. We held silence most of the night. Her eyes and mind was swimming in the amazing scenery of the city of lights..
At the hotel. She stripped down and she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. I followed her the bathroom and I did the same. Coffee can be very good, it can leave you with a bad taste in mouth. I stood behind her. I watched her perfect body. I told her. You are perfect. Your curves and soft skin make me thankful for you needing me. She turned around and gave me sweet kisses and held me tightly. She whispered. By you needing me, make me want to eat you alive and never allow you to leave my life.
I stripped off my clothing and I joined Katie on the soft bed. I sat on the bed and brought her legs across my lap. I caressed her tire calves and I told her. I want to be inside you. I want to know your enter thoughts and what make you want to live. I want to hear your voice and drift into your skin, eyes and thoughts. I have lofty dreams of you with me forever. You are my Winter love, my Spring hope and my Summer joy. I want us to have 50 seasons of Fall for me to know who you are and ensure you are content. I want us to share espresso on the cold nights and drink icy drinks of Long Islands and margarita in the dead days of heat. She smiled and she questioned me. Inside me? I told her many ways to be inside a person. I want to know if you are sad or content. I want to know if you want dance, quiet time or to make love. I want to know the landscape of your body. I want to caress your skin and know every secret place. You are my joy and energy. I dream of your kiss and embrace in sweet dreams. I awake and I’m honored having your soft and tender body holding me tightly.
Katie smiled and I saw myself in the reflection of her eyes. She told me. You are my Paris, you turn my nights to field trips into rocky and wild places. I love the way you want me to know pleasure over the need of yours to fall into quick and instant satisfaction. You are my day splendor. I love the gift of flowers and how you pay attention to my simple needs and wants. You make me feel important and needed. You look at me with love. I love when you caress my skin and whisper sweet nothings. You are my sweet dream too Johnnie.
I brought her feet up. Kissed her knees and caressed her stomach and breasts. I told her. We must find sleep or we will waste Paris tomorrow. Her eyes were shining and she told me. Thank you for Paris and sweet dreams. I held her legs tightly against me and told her. You wanted Paris and I wanted you. You have become a sweet dream to a once dying man.
Chapter nine
-Katie thoughts
The city of lights fell to the morning dawn. Katie held a tight embrace watching the morning sun rise. She needed to feel Johnnie near. She knew he was insane and crazy. He was walking a tight-rope with no safety net. She was keeping him balanced and safe. She remembered where they met six months ago. She had found him on the early bus to Vienna, Austria. She was living in Stuttgart and working. He was sitting alone writing poetry. She sat next to him and she asked him. Was it okay for me to sit with you? He smiled and shook his head in agreement. It was a cold day in Germany today. She wore a sweater and long dress. She knew he gave her a deep look and he smiled. Returning to his journal. She touched his shoulder and introduced herself. I’m Katie from London. He took her hand and held it. He told her. My name is Johnnie. A AWOL soldier escaping to the border. She laughed and she asked him why was he traveling alone? He smiled and told her. All his friends were drunks, don’t like the morning sun. I like to test the wines of Europe. Vienna is my favorite city. A lot of wine to taste and friendly people. She smiled and told him. My friends are the same. No-one is an early riser. She gave her best English smile and asked him. You can be my chaperon today. Keep me safe? He smiled and agreed. He told her. It would be my honor to escort a beautiful English lady. She smiled and told him. Flattery will get you everywhere. She asked him what was he writing? He looked into her blue eyes and told her. Just words no-one will read. Poetry and story for peace, love and hate. She reached over and kissed his cheek. She told him. I write poetry and story too. She fell asleep into the four-hour journey leaning against him. He wrapped his arm around her. She felt safe with him. In Vienna, she held his hand and he treated her with respect. They returned to Vienna almost every Saturday for many months. He would read her poetry and edit them. They would discuss writers and seek ancient places to see and take some photos. He found out her love for Paris in her poetry. She loved how he looked at her. She felt rare and beautiful in his eyes.
She learned from his friends. He wasn’t seeking the right things. He volunteered for every dangerous mission. He was walking a dangerous line. He didn’t fear death. He was looking for it. He didn’t believe in love once. He told her . Love promises were made to be broken. She knew she opened a place closed for many years.
The city of Paris was coming alive. She heard the movement of people in the hotel and outside. She kissed his forehead and she whispered. Johnnie, almost the noon hour. He turned around and he kissed her. He moved down toward her breast. He leaned against her breasts and grasp her butt, fell asleep again. She held him close and remembered him telling her. I was successful in business once. Two brothers committed suicide made me change my life. I sold and gave everything away. War started and I wanted an escape. War allowed you to escape and find new reasons to live. I needed real reasons to be alive. She held him like a baby. She knew people were built on sand, not rock. Can easily be moved or destroyed by a delicate wind.
He awoke and he kissed her salty skin and moved to her lips of old red wine. He whispered, we need a long shower and to brush our teeth my lovely. Katie gave him a deviant smile and told him. We have an old European bathtub. We can shower first and soak in the large bathtub. He gave her his big Michigan smile and told her. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Katie was a European woman. Her body with perfect curves and womanly body. He told her often. Woman need meat on their bones. Give a man something to digest and hold. I love your legs and thighs. When you walk the allure of your amazing legs and the movement of your hips make me want to steal you away and make love to you till we cannot move no-more.
“Then shall thy circling arms embrace and clip my naked body, and thy balmy lip. Bathe me in the juices of your kisses, whose perfume like a religious incense shall consume.”
Thomas Carew
“I will enjoy thee now, my Celia, come and fly with me to love’s Elysium.”
Thomas Carew
He washed her softly and slowly. The heat of the water and the tenderness of the touch left her weak and content. Using his hands he spread from feet to upper back the soap. Paying attention to very part of her body. He paid attention to her legs and butt. She allowed him to treat her like a Goddess. She knew he loved her and he wanted her to feel needed and alive. She turned around and he kissed her stomach. He began washing each foot with care. Ensuring his slow movement enticed her skin. He slowly move to calves and perfect legs. He soaped up her breasts. He washed them and teased them with pinch and touch. She whispered Johnnie. If you are not careful. May have to skip the bath. Johnnie told her. We have five more days in Paris. Time to do everything you want. She smiled and told him. It is my turn my lover. Johnnie told her. After I wash you hair and I will be yours. He washed her auburn hair with flowery shampoo. She turned to him. Bringing her body close. She whispered. Thank you for Paris and being with me.
Chapter ten
-She wanted Paris and I wanted her
“Then shall thy circling arms embrace and clip my naked body, and thy balmy lips. Bathe me in juices of kisses, whose perfume like a religious incense shall consume”
Thomas Carew
I held her close in the warm bubbly water. Katie was in a deep meditation. I watched her and she opened her eyes slowly. She asked me. Where do we go from here? Will I make you content tomorrow, next week or next year? Am I enough to keep safe and sound? I kissed her neck and her face and I told her. We can go as far as you want. You are my wall of safety in the wild and crazy world. You are my place to rest. I can be weak and strong with you. I want to be the same for you. You are my only sweetness and kindness I know. I yearn to see you as soon as I close the door and leave for work. I want to hold you again. My goal is to make you know you are my joy and my happiness.
She touched my lips with her fingers and she told me. Word mean little honey. I need solid evident. You must carry me to the silk sheets and make me beg for mercy. You must show me I’m everything to you. I’m your world and only pleasure.
I kissed my sweet Katie. I lifted her out of the bathtub. I slowly dried her with a large towel from beautiful feet to hair gently. I caressed and kissed her soft skin and enjoyed the view of her perfect body. I caressed the curves of her womanly body with gentle touch and appreciation. I dried myself off and I picked her up. I pick her up and I carry her to the bed. I gently release her to the sot bed and we fell together upon the bed. She gave me many tender sweet kisses and she whispered. Thank you for Paris my love.
Chapter eleven
-La petite mort, Little death -She wanted Paris and I wanted her.
Katie got up and went to the window. The city was lite-up. Her nude body seems dreamy and perfect in the incoming light of the city of lights. I put in the Leonard Cohen tape. The voice of Leonard whispered secret tales and story. She turned and danced slowly and I watched her body move slowly to the ghostly voice of the songs. Her full hips and robust breast moved with the words. She made me dream of her kiss and her body near. I knew, I was lucky. When a woman give you everything and allowed you into her secret places. A true gift rarely given.
She told me. “I want to dance nude on the balcony. Will you allow me to open the doors and dance?” I whispered dear Katie. 36 degrees outside my love. You will get sick and mess-up our time here in Paris.” She made a sad face and she told me. ” You could make me warm. Bring the blanket to me and embrace me. We will dance for the gods of the old city. Two naked bodies showing the Gods. Love is alive and well in the city of Paris tonight.” I held the blanket close and I went to her. She went to the ground and embraced me. Forcing her breast against my penis, moving them slowly against me. She kissed my stomach and she asked. “When we explode with excitement. Is it La petite mort, the small death? Or us touching the utopia of paradise where few can know my darling?’
I touched her face and I whispered. “I believe true lovers make the anticipation of La petite mort worthwhile. Ensure the ending is worth the journey. I believe we must drift slowly into places and make every movement, caress and kiss inflamed the interlacing of two people. Passion need lovers, not someone seeking ending before beginning”
Katie smiled as my excitement of her warm breast against her making me come alive. She felt the hardness against her skin and she told me. “It is time Johnnie. Time to open the doors and you and I to embrace for the moon and the stars. She rose up and turn her back against me. I wrapped the blanket around her. We walked to the door and I opened the doors. The cold air made our embrace tighten. We went to the balcony ledge and I held her tightly, watched her eyes sparkle with joy and happiness. She reached her hand to my penis and slowly forced me into the warmth of her vagina. She danced a slow movement as I kissed her neck, face and lips. Her gentle rocking held me tightly and I grasped her breasts as we moved in a dance for the Paris Gods of the night. The cold seem far away as I watched her eyes. Her soft and beautiful face near was dreaming of long dance and never-ending love. I wanted her content and held my excitement till she fell against the railing of the balcony. She turned to me and she told me. “Time to close the doors dear lover and finish what we started.”
We closed the doors and ran to the soft bed. Grasping the covers and holding each other tightly. She kissed me often and she felt my body not content yet. She smiled and whispered. “How dare you make me happy and You haven’t found the proper ending yet. Are you teasing and pleasing me tonight, dear lover? I told her. We must play slave and master. Giver or receiver. Tonight I can wait. Dear Katie, you are my muse, lover and friend. I told you already. La petite mort is worth the trip if two lovers want to reach the same place. Katie straddled me and she laid her head in my chest and she whispered. I love you Johnnie.
Coyote/John Castellenas
