The game of lust

A beautiful evening in Paris.

I was in town for a meeting. In the pleasant atmosphere of the evening, I just stepped out from my hotel to enjoy the heritage of beautiful Paris a bit. The paths of nostalgic beauty welcomed me pleasantly. It's enchanted tradition and cosmopolitan culture fascinated me. In that fascination, I flew freely like a breeze along the colorful paths that sang the song of renaissance. I heard the motivating voices of happiness from the gathering in the café and the mind-refreshing coolness of the charming street music.

While roaming in that happiness, I said to myself. 'The mind will be waking up by the visions and pleasant noise that touch the heart and new thoughts and ideologies are forming from that feeling which makes the revolution that civilizes life. What are the new thoughts that I get from this experience to make a revolution of new thoughts in my life...? Life is peaceful when happiness comes and it gets boring when the happiness goes. Now I have peace in this lovely ambiance that energizes life.' 

I moved along the paths of cultural diversity enjoying the romantic beauty of the city. Like a canvas of an artist, I could see the beauty of shining life, the true faces of sadness, the fascination of lust, and the brightness of the dreaming eyes. All of these pictures were the different emotions of the lives that seek happiness and peace.

I passed the streets of rejoicing lives and the historical monuments that proclaim the legacy of Paris. The beauty of the city filled in my eyes as a great poem with charming stories and epics. I crossed a bridge hearing the murmuring songs of the lovely Seine River. The city of love that lit up the evening looked beautiful. A breeze came with coolness to cheer up the people enjoying the evening. I continued walking along the busy riverbank where the people were happily spending time in their dreams.

Suddenly few raindrops came down. I glanced up. The scattered dark rain clouds seen in the sky seemed to be ready to shower rain. I kept walking along with the noisy Parisian fun. The walkways and lawns on the riverbank were crowded with different communities of different lives, the silently sitting people in loneliness, the colony of artists performing the creative task, the lovers expressing passions, and the relaxing senior citizens. Though everywhere life was beautiful, I could see some of the gloomy eyes showing sadness, an unemotional state of a darkened life. It seemed to me that the emotions seen in those eyes are the mourning of a life that could not achieve its goals.

My mind whispered 'Yeah, they are the unhappy souls. But, here they are getting consoled by the song of beautiful Seine.' 

Suddenly, I stopped walking in front of a street book vendor's cabin found on the way. The vendor was a pretty woman, a teenager. Though I am not a reader, very seldom do I read some sort of book, mainly science fiction and crime thrillers. However, the reason that induced me to stop there was not the passion to buy a book. Conversely, it was the fascinating beauty of that pretty chick. She shined like a freshly bloomed flower in my view.

I greedily approached her intending to smell her fragrance.

My eyes thoroughly scrawled over her body from top to bottom. Its enchanting beauty captivated me quickly. I wished to nibble the nectar of that flower. The sweetness of her brightening cheeks like a soft rose petal and the laughing of her jiggling fleshy boobs made a wild romantic mood in me.

"Hello sir, how do you do? Do you need books?" She turned her face and smiled. Though she was a beauty, her voice was not sweet. It was like a rough male voice.

She was eating a strawberry. One she offered to me. "Just taste it, it is fresh from my garden."

"Oh, really? Thanks." I tasted the strawberry. "Nice, sweetish."

"More than me…?" She showed some funny gestures of flailing eyes.

"You are a pretty flower."

"Thanks for your compliment. What book do you need? Romance, thriller, sex…?" she came out from her tiny stall and reached by me. I smelled a lovely Parisian perfume from her beauty. My mind and cells woke up in that sedation, energy flew through my veins, cupid showered the flowers of love over me, and the thoughts of lust played thrilling rhythms in my mind. 

"The Goddess of sex has appeared in front of me," I said to myself enjoying her beauty without winking. "I hear the gospels of sin to become a pipit sucking the honey of this heavenly flower."

"Sir…" Her call awakened me from the hot thoughts of lust. 

"Well, let me have a look." Tasting the strawberry, I said and peeped at her fleshy melon.

"Which book? I have all sorts of books." She showed me some books. While showing the books, she came closer and her fatty buttock covered by a reddish miniskirt touched exactly my hand. I dabbed slightly there pretending innocent. A current of emotions rose on me like a tidal wave. I got excited and the principles of holiness went away. 

"This is the kiss of Satan to give some prophecies that awaken life," I said myself. Since I arrived in Paris, I had been getting nervous at the smell of the lust that was following me. Now, a true Parisian chick has blessed me being the fascinating thrill of lust.

I was in the magnetic field of the lust that her beauty created around me and began to nibble its honey by touching and smelling her.

She noticed it and looked at me. "Yes sir, have you found anything for you."

"Yeah, let me find something."

"Something what, my cherry or the sweetie pomegranates?" Her gentle voice changed to a harsh tune. "Some fuckers think that the ladies are fools having no passions and sense. Maybe you want to kiss my ass rather than buy a fucking book. Right...?" 

Unexpectedly that rude male voice came towards me like a bullet. Her beautiful eyes angrily opened.

I could not react for a few seconds. I stood silently in front of her in a partially paralyzed state. 

"Oh sorry, I didn't mean it. It happened unknowingly." A trembling voice came from my mouth with a foolish smile and some gestures of eyes like a joker. I apologized for the fun that I committed.

"OK, I will take this."

Hastily I picked up one book. That was a history book of the American Civil War. I didn't mind it, whether it was useful or useless. I was hurrying to leave the spot by shutting up that vampire's mouth before she could make a funny scene.

By letting me suffer all the troubles, the fever of the lust that affected me had disappeared already somewhere.

"How much...?" I asked in a fearful voice. She watched my nervousness for a few moments with a funny look and then changed her expression to a beautiful smile. 

"So don't you want to taste my cherry?" She asked. Her eyes blinked romantically. "Where are you from?"

"I am from Chicago."

"Oh…, Chicago...! An American dick, right?" She pleasantly smiled and gave her hand. "Mr. America, welcome to Paris, the city of love and lust."

"Thanks." I shook her hand, for me it was an action of ceasefire giving peace.

"Are you on a business trip or a fucking trip?"

"Of course, I am on a business trip."

"Your name?"

"Logan Wallet and yours? I was getting little relief from my fear.

"You can call me La Esmeralda of Paris." She laughed in her rough male voice. "Have you ever heard this name?"

"Yes, I have heard, this is a character in the novel by Victor Hugo."

"Yes, right. She was the chick that seduced the entire Paris. I am the reincarnation of the La Esmeralda who wants to seduce the entire dicks in this world. Don't you feel that?" 

I came out of my fear and smiled calmly. "Yeah, you are a pretty smart girl, lovely."

"Funny guy, now you are in paradise on earth. Enjoy the beauty of Paris. It is so sweet with the unique fragrance of heaven. Though if you are a businessman, don't you want to see some sexy chicks, the Lavender flowers of Paris?"

"No, I don't think so. I am on an urgent business program."

"Oh I see, you are here for business..? Marvelous...! We all are doing business. This bloody fucking life itself is a business?" She showed a funny gesture on her face to insult me. "Every business is a kind of fucking deal, right?"

I simply shook my shoulder with a dry smile.

"Whatever it, doesn't matter, do your business. However, I believe you like me. Do you?"

"Yeah, you are a pretty woman."