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t 12.00am, the chauffeur is here and waiting for me. I get in the back of the
car. He smiles. I can see twinkles in his eyes. I wonder why? Does he know things
I don't? He probably does. But I remember not to ask. Deep in my thoughts, I
try to put everything that has happen to me in the past 24 hrs into perspective. I
try to make a picture of him in my mind.
When feeling him with my fingers in the spa, I could see a strong build
man, with thick eye brows and a soft, freshly shave skin. He must be at least 6
feet tall and his torso is wide and firm, for I could feel his muscles contracting
every time I caressed him. And this morning, when he came to me in the
shower, I got to see his hands. They were strong and big. You could easily take
my two hands and put them in one of his. His voice, I feel shivers all over me
just thinking about it. It is soft, low and sensual. He talks like a poet, and there
is no accent to be detected. What I would give right now to be in his arms and
hear him whisper soft words to me.
Having a very good picture of him in my mind, I concentrate on his words.
He says he knows me well and until now it is true. For him to know my
fantasies and personal taste, I must have known him before. But where? I have
never felt a body like his nor have I ever heard such a beautiful voice. I know, I
would have remembered. And the picture of the young boy, the more I think
about it, the more it seems familiar. As much as I try to put it all together, I
can't guess who he is. All I know for now, is that he is my God of Dreams, my
Morpheus. I feel safe when I am with him. I can't wait to see him today. I only
hope he will reveal himself. I long for him. I desire him so much. He is
achieving his goal. And that is for me to want him as much as he does me.
Arriving in the city, my eyes cannot believe what they see. The ruins are so
beautiful, and it is a perfect sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. The chauffeur
gives me a ticket for the excursion that begins at 1h00pm, then he leaves. I join
a group. We are set to go in five minutes. I look around trying to find someone
who reassembles the picture I made of him in my mind. I see no one.
We have been exploring the ruins for two hours now. Still, no sign of him.
Everything is nice, but it is him I would like to explore with all my soul. The
guide tells us that we are taking a one hour break, so that others may take
pictures, etc. I go sit by myself on a bench. I want to be alone. All I do is think
about him.
I notice that there is a small theater troop that does mimes near me. But I
don't pay attention, my mind is too preoccupied with him. Deep in my thoughts,
I jump when a troop member takes my hand and brings me toward the theater. I
protest, but he insists. All their faces are covered with white make-up, and some
of them have masks. Without saying a word, but miming their feelings, they all
come one bye one to greet me with a flower. Blushing from all that attention, I
cannot help myself but smile. They are pleased by my reaction. Then, one of
them gives me a small push. I go flying in the arms of one of the comedian.
Startled, I am in awe. Then he does the same and in a line I pass them one by
one. Confused, I start to laugh. No harm is done. They are just acting out their
mimes and it feels good to take my mind off of him, for a little while.
When I get into the arms of the last comedian, I feel shivers all over my
body 'cause of the way he holds on to me. Slowly, I lift my eyes to his face. He
is wearing a mask that reveals only his eyes and mouth. Looking into them, I
feel him piercing my soul. Melting into his arms, I lose all senses, making me
drop my flowers on the ground. It is him! I am sure of it. No man on earth could
have that effect on me. As I open my mouth to speak, he gently presses a finger
on my lips, to prevent me from talking. Then, slowly taking my fragile hand
into his, he starts to dance, holding me tight to him. I can feel his heartbeat
accelerating, and so does mine. He leads us to the back of the theatre.
We are all alone now. He takes my face in his hands, and kisses me
passionately. Our tongue dances together. I can feel him trying to devour my
soul. Then he whispers: "Isabelle, I have something to show you. Will you
fallow me?" I nod yes. He guides me through the ruins, into a cave. It is very
dark inside. Drips of water are echoing. It sounds like a heartbeat. He takes a
lantern that is hanging on the wall of the cavern, and lights it. The reflection of
the light dances in his eyes. They are a beautiful dark brown.
Alone, where no one can see or hear us, he embraces me and kisses me all
over. I shiver with pleasure. I have been waiting for this moment. Our passion
for one another is so high. He leans me against the wall. He caresses my body
with so much desire, and I do the same. Then he grabs my arms, and pins them
over my head. Looking at me in the eyes, he seeks my approval. He has full
control over me. I let him. At that same time I feel something cold resting
against my hands. It is a hook. He notices that I am moving. He sees it too. He
understands my thoughts.
From his costume, he removes a scarf he had around his waist. With it, he
ties my hands together and hangs them on the hook. I am at his mercy now, and
I love it. He cups my breast. He caresses them gently. He can see through the
black lace, my nipples pointing at him. He releases them. I am completely
abandoned to his touch. Breathing faster, I let out a soft moan. As he continues
to explore my body, I feel it being invaded by strong waves of desire. I close my
eyes, so that I can sense the energy that he sends threw me. I can feel his fingers
making their way under my skirt. They locate the snaps and undo them with
such expertise. I am so moist. Roaming in my feminine hair, he parts my lips,
to find my special spot. As he finds it, I let out a loud moan, that echoes threw
the cavern. God help me! I want him so bad.
His fingers are bathing in my honey. He can feel my love button pulsating
every time he caresses it. I twist my body any way I can. I feel I am going to
explode soon. I am burning up with passion. He enters my secret tunnel slowly
with one finger. I bite my lower lip. He can feel the spasms of pleasure around
it. He enters a second one, making my entire being respond in a jolt of high
electricity, and at the same time he gently kisses and sucks my nipples. I open
my eyes. I see his beautiful rich dark hair tickling my skin. Then he looks up at
me and captures my soul. He can see all the desire I have for him. He continues
to enter his fingers slowly and deeply, fallowing the rhythm of the drips of
water. I am quivering.
I won't be able to take this much longer. It is pure torture! But I love it and
he knows it. I can feel my warm, thick juices running down my inner thighs.
Looking at me in the eyes, he caresses my special spot faster and increases his
motion with his magical fingers. I am about to reach my heights. I give myself a
push and circle him with my legs. Still looking at me and supporting my weight,
he removes his fingers and with the tip of his tongue, he tastes my honey. The
wait is killing me. I tremble all over. Then, he finally enters me with his erect
manhood.
Screaming out loud my desire for him and hearing it echoing in the cave,
he pushes it inside of me so deep, that I can feel my soul merging with his. My
entire body is pulsating with pleasure. Holding on to me by my waist and me to
him by my legs, he goes in faster and deeper. I can hear him moan out loud. He
can feel my tunnel of love tightening around his manhood. I try to meet him in
his motion.
Gazing in my eyes, he tries to show me that he is rootless and senseless to
my needs. That he is in full control and that only he can make me feel this way.
I respond by letting him feel that he is right. But deep inside his soul I only see
love and passion for me. We reach our climax together, and as we do so, I
scream out loud that I love him. I can see satisfaction in his eyes. How I wish,
he would take off his mask.
Both out of breath, he gently removes himself from me. He unties my
hands and embraces me in his arms. He holds me so tight, that I can hardly
breathe. If I had known better, I could have sworn to have felt a tear sliding
down my shoulder. But he quickly covered it with his hand. His lip's find mine
and covers them with sensual kisses. We are holding each other so tight. I feel
his heartbeat against mine. Perfect unison.
Then he whispers to me: " This is how Gods used to make love to their
soul mate in the old age. My dearest Isabelle, I love you so much. It tears me
apart to have to leave you again. The chauffeur will be waiting for you outside.
He will bring you back to the villa. I will meet with you tonight. I know that
you are near to finding out whom I am. I can't wait for us to be together
completely. The moment is near. I can feel it. And so do you. If everything
goes well, you have only one Hunt left to do. Remember. Love is always where
you least expect it. In my dreams, I was a God and you my princess. In yours,
you were the Queen and I, the loyal subject. " He bends down and kisses me
one last time, but without meeting my eyes. Speechless and in shock, I look at
him leaving the cave. I whisper to myself: " Yes my love, you are right. I do
know who you are."
Fixing my clothes, flashes of my youth come rushing in my mind. Never in
a million years would I have guest it was Matthew. My dearest friend, at the
tender age of thirteen. We met in first grade. We were inseparable. He was my
confident, my best friend. So many hours we spend talking about our dreams
and goals. He was like a brother to me. He was to first to know about my first
kiss, my first crush and little things like that. Never did he mention that he had
feelings for me besides friendship. He was always there when I needed someone
and always ready to help me with any problem I had.
We lost contact with one another when his parents had to move out of the
country. He was fourteen and I thirteen. That is why I didn't recognize him. He
hadn't gone threw puberty when he left. He was small and frail. And beside, I
never looked at him in that way. To me he was my equal, my best friend.
"You were the Queen, and I the loyal subject." How right he is. I would
tell him my dreams about the perfect man for me. He was in them also, but as a
friend who would help me get that special man. I can feel my heart swelling up
inside of me. How I must have hurt him. That is why the picture looked so
familiar, and how he could have known of my fantasies. Now, I have to find
him and show him how much he means to me.
Seeking for the chauffeur, I see him waiting. I get into the car. He looks at
me with a preoccupied expression. I ask him if he can tell me where Matthew is.
Surprise to hear that I know his name, he answers that he is not allowed to do so
and that he has strict orders to bring me back to the villa. I agree, but to one
condition. That he tells me what the next Hunt will be, so that I can plan
something of my own. He agrees, but only when we get there. I tell him that it is
fine with me and that I will hold him to that. He smiles and starts the car.
Once more, deep in my thoughts, I am planning a night he will never
forget. For this time in my dreams, he is the God and I the princess.
STORY TO BE CONTINUED
