Night – Nocturne
There was a guitar on the table by the window. The rays bounced off her and hit her in the eyes. The dark resin case was elegantly executed and gave out a decent-high price of the tool. Sad ballads suited her character, as if night fairies danced around her when languid melodies came from the building. The gilded hands of the clock slowly ran along the numbers, resembling the march of a tin soldier who dances around his dancer on one leg. On the right side of them there was usually a vase filled with water, decorated with various twigs, ribbons and three large roses. Flowers with soft tufts on the top, restrained petals and very few thorns, as the stems were affected almost daily. At the windowsill there is a porcelain, hollow statue of the size of a palm. A thoughtful, at first glance, a girl, and a snow-white goose with an orange beak, seems to have fallen asleep in her arms. The young shepherdess knelt down, pulling her hem to the side. The head is covered with a checkered red scarf, the hands are carefully folded on the neck of the bird. Unless, the goose did not have a wing, and the crack could not be hidden, over time, it became blacker and almost touched the girl’s pedicels and her bucket near. Maybe that’s why the shepherdess was so sad, as if turning her head away from those who would accidentally notice their misfortune. Curtains the color of bitter chocolate covered the windows, and the darkness in the room seemed to increase and grow because of this. The room was warm and cozy.
The desk lamp burned everything around it with sunlight when Danny put his hand to it. He saw himself in the reflection of the glass doors of the locker a little worried. Leah came as close as possible and hugged his waist, closing her fingers in a lock at the stomach. Why something more? That alone would be worth everything… It warmed better than warm tea and was so familiar and pleasant… The most pleasant thing is to feel a beating heart next to you. Snuggle up. Don’t let go. She kissed his shoulder, feeling a strong impulse between them, and the golden hair pressed against the soft shirt again. Turning around, he pressed her to the edge of the table and brought his hand to her face as if to a beautiful flower, gently tracing her cheek with his fingernail and touching her lips, soft and pink. The sky-clear eyes shone with joy, accepting every touch with delight. Saying “I love you”, she took off her jacket and freed her back from long hair, removing them to the collarbone. They hugged as if trying to take as much of each other as possible. Saying “I love you”, he grabbed the girl’s hips so that she could jump on him, clinging to her neck and lips with her teeth.
“The garlands in the room burned down in one dim chaos. Putting time out of our minds, we retired to a black, velvety, upholstered chair. Taking off her jeans, she sat on top of me, smiling. The red jacket, thrown on the armrest, almost fell to the floor. Her shoulders were bare. She was unbuttoning my shirt while warm socks rested on her elastic, nice ass. The bra, obviously, was not needed, but it also tightened her body pleasantly. She settled into a comfortable position for us, feeling my heat all over her skin. Looking down proudly, she squeezed my palms with her nails. The lip gloss shimmered in the darkening room as she played with it with her tongue. The chair under us gradually began to slip. My heart jerked my hands to grab the bottom of her waist. Leaning on the armrests, she began to pull her shoulder blades back perfectly, impulsively lifting her head higher, higher, and higher, and lowering it down, translating excited, confused breathing and removing sticky hair from her lips. It was getting hotter in her warm socks, and then, increasing her pace, she clung tightly to the back of the chair right above my head. A sweet cramp began to burn between her legs and thighs, closing her eyes, drying up her throat, greedily pressing her entire feminine, luxurious body into the chair, seeking the end. I slapped her ass red-hot with force, and she moaned loudly, squeezing her tits so hard that the s**** began to look like diamonds between her rings, when the strongest, last moan made us both cum with cries of relief and sweat on our bodies. The garlands in the room were burning down in one dim chaos.”
– Come on, I want to go to bed with you —
Her breasts and lips resembled the most pleasant treat. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her pink panties against the background of her pale body were completely confused, and her legs no longer wanted to restrain themselves. After kissing, they merged their bodies together…
Chapter 4
A light orange light covered the walls, the shadows turned blue.
Chapter 5
The day began in a small bright restaurant, calm yellow tones, the room was illuminated by sunlight. The smell of fragrant dough and Italian cheese wandered through the wooden tables on an iron leg, furnished on both sides with peach soft sofas. Lavishly decorated plates of white color were rushing around people. Cold herbs and vegetables, sweet cherry lemonades, melting eels in sesame oil.
A glass panorama opened up a view of the frozen park. The curtain of the blinds hung in partial shade over a row of wine glasses on the bar counter and got rid of unnecessary glare. A black and white mosaic lay on the floor. The interior was complemented by several stylages, where many unusual things could be found. Colorful books, bright, glass vases with tiger flowers and vine shoots, shiny gold ornaments of irregular shape.
The rather big oven looked a little like a tiny moon or a freezing ball of ice cream and was located in the farthest corner, baking rolls and delicious pizza, near the iron, back stairs that led to the second floor.
Pleasant music was playing, a smooth female voice sounded. On the upper floor, snow-covered roofs of houses could be seen from the balcony, the tops of trees turned into a white expanse converging with the sky. The decor of that hall was artistically attractive, as if Dali had a hand in its individual parts. Ornate chandeliers with round plafonds. Necklaces of lights passing in arches over each table. The image of a black-haired stranger with a lily flower behind her ear, who was watching the undulating seascape from the granite embankment, drawing it in parallel with a peacock’s small feather. From the picture with the girl, the gaze moved to the light brown tile and to several orange trees blooming in the middle of winter, a little further from the windows, to the left of the tables. Mirrors, skillfully combined with dark green plants and wood-orange furniture, flickered brightly in their own way.
In the corner farthest from the stairs, at the end of the hall, there was a group of single tables and lilac armchairs that were hidden from sunlight and blinding rays. All of them were free, except for one small table by the window. He was busy with Leah. Her early morning breakfasts were often held in this place. Her purse and coat were put away on the chair opposite, and Leah herself, crossing her legs, leaned back against the velvety back. From time to time she looked out of the window and periodically wrote something down in a notebook, then on a napkin, crossing out old lines and adding new ones thoughtfully. Leah wrote poems without noticing anything around her. While breakfast was going on, the girl could compose a couple of sheets, and she had a lot to her liking. The special preserved beauty of the handwriting surprised. Her hand was sketching crackling pictures on paper. Sometimes they were created in one breath from line to line. But what was unchangeable was the heavenly nature of the invented images, love and the fact that they were not intended for anyone, but were simply beautiful, just like their creator. Closing her eyes, she saw everything in bright colors, cradling her thoughts. The nature outside the window was mesmerizing, Leah felt the warmth in her hands. When she saw the waiter, she put down her notebook without closing it. Breakfast was served after about twenty minutes of waiting. Leah thanked the girl and pulled a hot teapot and a mint-colored plate towards her. After eating a few berries, she began to eat her favorite cake, breaking it with a fork. She liked the strawberry smell and the crumbly sponge cake. Leah enjoyed them slowly, drinking red tea.