The fact that men always think in terms of sex, Christy knew well. She understood sex perfectly, and could instantly see how good a man would be in bed. Having an excellent education and taste for everything beautiful, she happily engaged in painting, photography, stylistics, wrote scripts, and was pleased with how happy a person, who for decades has overtaken her compatriots by her thinking and perception of the beautiful, can be in Russia.
Now, however, she was fascinated by the sexual taste of the German, and therefore, creativity receded into the background. She was looking forward to Tuesday night, when this boy was supposed to be deep in her arms. Stockings, heels, corsets, the best underwear that the modern linen industry could provide was at her disposal. Christy was sure of herself more than ever. Her lips were red, her skin white, her hair dark and underwear black. Her silk sheets were yearning for hugs and touches, and the champagne was ready to explode …
“Hi, its Marcel,” Christy opened the door and literally dragged this enchanted wanderer in with her gentle hands. With no words spoken, just their lips touching, tongues and hands grappling each other, enjoying themselves on these silk sheets. Marcel poured Christy with champagne, kissed her, licked her body and enjoyed every inch of it, rejoicing at her sighs of passion, cries of pleasure and grateful smiles.
They had two hours of sleep before his flight. They seemed destined to be lovers since it was so natural and sweet for them to feel each other. No, this was not just sex, it was a loving meeting of friends, old lovers, two people who seemed to have known each other for a long time, who had a lot to talk about, laugh, and have love to spread …
Why do they write to me, come to me, fall in love and confess their love, then hate me, become jealous, leave, and then come back again kneeling and begging for love … these men, boys, husbands, youngsters… I don’t do women. I’m attracted only by male energy, the male physique, the male embrace. If I wanted, I could own them as my property, and no matter how long it lasted, I would enjoy it in full for the time that this romance or meeting would last, and then without regret, let the man go free on his way. I know that wherever he goes he would be dreaming of my embraces, because not everyone was given the chance to appreciate Christy just like that. Sometimes, months would pass before the men who had been in her arms came back and asked her to take them back, in any capacity, on whatever terms, and swore love and devotion, confessing that they had never had and would never have a better lover or better sex. Then Christy would always decide on response. Usually, the answer was “No”, and she would go ahead and block the bloke from all her social networks. Just because she would have lost interest. Sometimes, she would let some of these men to be her errand boys, but also without much interest.
The magic of sex and the aura of copulation were interesting to her. If someone did not understand the quality of what was happening at once, then he was not her person, even if everything was fine in bed. It meant that he was not as good as she was both mentally and spiritually. Sexual hedonism. That’s what Christy was interested in. And she was not going to stop with her experiments. Perhaps the other side of the medal was worth looking at, but Christy did not think about it, she liked to give up her mind and body to these young men, and she sincerely enjoyed the process.
Christy never really understood the whole concept of lust and love, so clearly divided into the bad and the good of the Christian religion. Nor did she understand the biblical democratic commandments about love and equality, with slaves and an obvious stratification of society both then and now. Probably, equality was applicable to a certain category of citizens, with the rest presumed to be unworthy of an equal distribution of earthly and sensual goods, and therefore had to obediently fulfill the obligations imposed on them by society and religion. What can be the instinctive call of the flesh, human chemistry and orgasms here, when you have to strap your once-upon-time “soulmate” to a pole and make him or her your “spouse”? All these “soulmates” from a past life only irritated Christy. Of course, there could be some pleasant memories, but there are no limits to perfection. Refining one’s brain, soul and body, a person needs a different level of being, including his or her sexual and spiritual perception. Therefore, it is perfectly normal that people break up. As one of the well-known modern classics said, no one leaves anyone. It is just that someone chooses to move ahead, and someone stays. Christy always chose to move forward. Perfecting her spirit and body, she always looked for the same hedonist, sexual maniac, intellectual who was ready for experiments. Of course, it would be great to find a genuine heart among these flawlessly built educated males, but Christy was aware that this would be the most difficult task. She tried to find just a cordial affection, but, funny as it sounded, these “big” hearts for some reason were always poorly educated, inexperienced or selfish in bed, had an unpleasant smell and lacked the “chemistry” that is so necessary in the relationship between the sexes. Therefore, paying little attention to the mundane desires of her heart, Christy admired herself and her attractiveness in men’s eyes, arms and embraces, and felt welcome and happy.
Sex is magic, shamanism, the incomprehensibility of the intelligible, the alpha and omega of this existence, darkness and light, and ecstasy that either comes, or does not. And is this not the animal-primordial call of the flesh to something more than a mere fusion of two bodies. Is it not he the progenitor of the love that everyone is looking for in this world, either hiding behind a desire to have it, or encountering disappointment all the time.
Sex is the chemistry between two bodies that transcends a person’s reality of existence; when the pulse, smell and flesh of another person’s become one’s own. And does it not lead to that great awesome … the love of the flesh, the love of the spirit, the soul. Acceptance, love, patience, adoration. It is quite unlikely that we can tolerate a person next to us with whom we do not mutually experience this animalistic overwhelming desire. Endure his character, see him in a different mood, forgive him for his mistakes. This is the basis of Christian patience. Human chemistry. Otherwise, it is a tear of human essence and consciousness, a conscious killing of ourselves for the sake of, in fact, a stranger to us.
Everything constitutes a powerful element, and among them, love is perhaps the most powerful, the strongest and the most invincible. Someone who is loved is always forgiven and caressed. Love unites what cannot be united, contrary to logic, common sense and public opinion. Love is always mutual. If you are overwhelmed with feeling, then you will always find reciprocity. It is only a matter of time. There would be another person who, just like you, is hungry for this feeling. Love is a living being that does not need to glued to the object of passion. The more you try to stick to it, the more you drift away from your object. Any movement, even towards one other, should come from within. You should never force love. You can sweep somebody off his or her feet. But you can never force love.
With these thoughts running through her mind, Christy lay on the couch for a Thai massage and enjoyed the silence of an Asian masseuse, her dexterous movements, the smells of musk and ylang-ylang… How perfectly soothing …
The pool, with its waterfalls and quiet at this morning hour, was beautiful, and looked like an oasis. No obese bodies and hags with appraisingly hateful eyes, although these women were invisible to Christy for long time, whether they are unsatisfied or satisfied. She had her own logic of life, her morals and her men, who adored her, adored her small nimble body, and therefore she did not perceive any women as competitors. Can there be a rival to the Amazon? She did not need to compete or fight with anyone. She took from life all that she needed, and those who needed her, without any effort. If someone left, she knew that this was temporary, and that they would come back again begging at her feet and only then would she decide whether to take them back or make them her past. Maybe this she simply did not need that person in her life, her algorithm of being.
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