Gael's Romanian dream

Once upon a time…somewhere in the oniric virtual space between Paris and Bucharest, there was a small room. And we could feel the humidity in the air, the same smell from old people houses.
You pushed me in the dark and your mouth was searching for mine. I was taking myself down from your holding, bending my knees and sliding on the floor, stuck against your body, having no weight, like in an imponderable state. You moaned with pleasure, understanding my intention.
I was trying to guess when to stop, when to slow down and when to accelerate the rhythm, which points to avoid and which ones to push. All of a sudden, I caught your penis in my mouth like in a hot lather cover and my hands, hooked in your buttocks, were pushing you over me deeper and deeper.
And even in the dream, I had the strange feeling that Kundalini, the snake of the sexual energy, had its secret dark hole in my stomach. I was looking at your face; you were biting your lips with your teeth, loosing control.
When everything finished, we remained in the same positions, you – the forehead propped up the wall, tasting the suspicious and strange flavor of your own blood, me – still in my knees, swallowing on my turn, your white, milky juice.
It was….how should I say…the balance of the liquids from our mouths was of a perfect, artistic symmetry.
Ah, and before leaving, I let my writing on your skin, so you could read me when I would not be any longer in your dreams.

by Lady A

Strange mood

Ma saruta, imi simt buzele de gheata. Imi strecor mainile, inghetate, sub camasa lui. Palavragesc vesela despre frig si stele, despre cat de senin e cerul si cum atarna luna ca un turture de acoperisul lumii.
Nu voia sa planga, incerca sa vorbeasca cu mine calm si senin. Dar intr-un final a izbucnit:
-Daca se confirma diagnosticul, vii in Franta. Tratamentul o sa fie brutal si toxic. O sa fi constipata. O sa vomiti si o sa ai o stare permanenta de greata, extenuare cronica si durere aproape neintrerupta, cu echimoze si sangerare. O sa fie foare slaba, fata mea frumoasa, slaba si obosita si pierduta. Offff, iubita mea are 2 ochi care in ultima clipa s-au hotarat sa fie albastri, o gura, de fapt un botic, o claie de par blond, doua maini si doua picioare cu cele mai subtiri glezne din lume, dar prea multe celule albe T...
Lacrimile fierbinti cad pe pielea mea rece, oparind-o. In ceasurile tarzii ale noptii, pana cand cerul a devenit negru-albastrui, apoi cenusiu ca perla, nu ne-am desprins din imbratisare. I-am spus temerile mele. Apoi au urmat cuvinte curajoase, linistitoare. Mi-am deschis din nou sufletul, si asta era de ajuns.
A doua zi, A. ia avionul spre Toulon, cu escala la Nisa. Eu ma opresc in Grozavesti, caut locul in care ne-am cunoscut. Aici a inceput povestea, in aceasta camera acum locuita de altii si aproape goala. Din tavan apare chipul sau. Palid si slab, ca atunci cand invatam impreuna pentru rezidentiatul lui, faceam grilele pentru stepuri ori eram in spital, sectia ORL Panduri, el operat de deviatie de sept, eu cu codite impletite si nespus de ingrijorata, ca dupa o interventie pe cord deschis ..... insa parul lui e des, usor ondulat si brusc din negru ia culoarea sangelui meu tradator. Am intins mana si i-am atins degetele, mi le-a luat si mi le-a dus la gura. Buzele lui ma ard. Oare am innebunit? E cald. Peretii explodeaza. Ferestrele s-au transformat in telescoape. In camera asta, luna si selele sunt mai mari. Soarele atarna de polita de deasupra patului. In camera asta s-a strans intreaga lume. Acum, cand voi pleca, voi lua lumea cu mine si soarele, sub brat. Se face tarziu, trebuie sa ma grabesc. Nu stiu daca e un final fericit, dar in fata mea se intinde un camp deschis, nesfarsit.

Pleoapele sunt tot mai grele, respiratia e regulata, in maini si picioare simti plumb....eu is vrajitoare, aduc ploaia si somnul! dormi, dragostea mea albastra! ( :) A o sa isi aminteasca cu siguranta!)

by lady A