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Miss your story... Does not matter what people says as long as we know the reason .. I am waiting for you to continue... Its our promise...
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Many of you had requested for me to finish the scene in Chambre Noire so this is a continuation from where i had previously stopped.
I doubt I will enjoy anything. The whole thing is just weird. But as it turns out, I am about to experience the most sensual and incredible experience. Once inside the maze, the heat from the bodies felt like a comforting blanket wrapping you all around. The problems and worries seeping slowly out of my mind. All I could think of is the smooth warm bodies gliding and rubbing against me. No one was touching me anywhere yet everyone was touching everyone. There was this pair of large and incredibly warm hands caressing my arms and it was gone as quickly as it came. As I kept my hands at chest level I had lost count of the pairs of soft breasts I had touched. Hence I kept my hands down and encountered all the different sizes of manhood. It was erotically fun. A pair of cold hands rested on my shoulders. I brought my hands up to caress his head when I touched a head full of soft long hair. That was when I realised Malcolm was missing. He was not behind me anymore. Very slowly I glided my way around, trying to find the way out. No matter where I turned, there will always be this endless flow of shadowy human forms. It took me approximately 10 minutes to find my way out of the human maze. The power of touch therapy. Just a mere 10 minutes has taken away half of my emotional aches. Under any other circumstances i would have thoroughly enjoyed the dance but tonight my mind was fixated on one man. I looked back at the black mass of moving bodies hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Yet dreading to see him, dreading to see his arms draping around another woman. Where are you? After wearing my dress and underwear i make my way towards the door. A dark figure appeared and pulled the door open. Once out of the room it took me a while to get accustomed to the corridor lights. Ethan: Do you enjoy it? Me: Err, yes it was nice. I must say, its something very unique. Did you go into the dance? Ethan: Nope I didn't. Iam more of a watcher than participant. Are you watching me? I smiled at him and walked alongside with him. Somehow the feeling that someone is enthralled with you boosted my deflated ego. In a strange way I could not fathom, the powerful dance has managed to calm my frayed nerves accumulated since the incident in the steampunk room. "Don't forget I am paying you. I don't like tantrums." Smiling to myself, I looked up at the pearlised ceiling in a desperate attempt to stop the tears from forming. A bitter smile to disguise the lugubrious lump lodged in my heart. I am, nothing more than just a commodity after all. It's a fact of course. Iam just an imbecile to read too much into it. Or maybe as much as I refuse to admit, perhaps Iam looking for a knight to save me from the bottomless pit. Tsk tsk, my dear Kerri, indulging in too many Pretty Woman movies can take a toll on your mind. Ethan: Why are you smiling to yourself? Me: Haha, why do you keep watching me? It's creepy. Ethan: Because you are very pretty. Me: Aiyo you are so lame. Ethan: I am serious. He grabbed my hand and we walked down to the main hall where the previous boisterous and vibrant ambience had toned down to a low lighting intimate atmosphere casting dark and warm undertones all around. As soon we get closer we saw many couples in various stages of undress and in a variety of positions that will put Karma Sutra to shame. A lady was on all fours wrapping her lips around a 7-inch meat while another was ploughing her from behind. A pretty lass in lacy garter was sandwiched between 2 naked men. A plump yet flexible girl had her knees drawn to her shoulders while the man on top of her was desperately trying to penetrate her. I have never seen a live sex session and right in front of my eyes: a full blown humongous orgy. I was blushing madly. Hardly any one noticed 2 people walking past them as most of them were in the throes of passion. It was a sight to behold. I felt heat radiating from within and i wasn't sure if it's from my blushing or the stirring in my loins. The cool air outside was like water dousing on fire. Me: This is incredible! Haha. OMG! His bright boyish grin was unable to disguise the pure lust in his eyes. Ethan: In the past I like sitting around the bar and just people watch. Me: Why? Why not join in the fun? You are like the boy standing in the largest candy shop and not buying or eating anything. He laughed and pulled me close to him. I did not resist partly because I enjoy the presence of this seemingly simple yet enigmatic man. He whispered "I have a romantic fantasy and I am still looking for the perfect lady. I have been wanting to ask you but I am afraid you might not agree to it." Looking straight into his dreamy eyes I said "Tell me and we will see..." The next 5 minutes was like riding a rollercoaster in the dark, jolt after jolt and a shocking revelation. I sank down to the ground. He sat beside me and held my face in palms. Ethan: I know you like him Kerri. But in this line you cannot afford to put in any real emotions. It will hurt you badly. Now that you know, all we ask of you is that you do not judge us and neither will we judge you. Everyone of us has something dark inside us. It's ok as long as we never hurt anyone in the process. You do not have to give me a reply now. But we hope you can agree as we really like you. I stared at the ground beneath me, staring past the cold concrete, staring into the dark abyss, descending deeper and deeper into the unknown... Oceans apart day after day. And I slowly go insane. I hear your voice on the line. But it doesn't stop the pain. If I see you next to never. How can we say forever" The voice of Richard Marx broke the awkward silence between us. He took out his mobile phone. "Hello... yeah she is with me... I told her about it... She will consider... Alright have fun." Ethan: Do you still want to linger around if not i will send you home Me: No it's alright. I will go home by myself. Thanks. Ethan: Please, I insist. If you leave there is no point for me to stay. Me: Ok. I will inform Malcolm first. Ethan: Don't bother. He will be with Emmeline tonight. Mustering all the aplomb that was left in me, I put on a smile as bright as the midnight moon. Me: Alright let's go home. I lie in my bed, replaying word by word of that 5-minute startling conversation, with each word like a 27g needle pricking at my heart. Last edited by furritales; 18-09-2016 at 04:21 PM.
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18-09-2016, 03:52 PM
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Quite a number of you had told me the stories are very sad and whether i could tone down the level of melancholia. I could not as these stories are inspired by true life events and through the power of words, the penned up emotions get let out.
It is a form of comforting closure for the protagonist.
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Its very important to me that I meet you today. Feel free to quote me any price. Iam really sorry for being such a last minute prick... Would you consider it please.. 
