A RAINY DAY IN NEW ORLEANS

The incident with Dan was just another set back to deal with. I never thought it would end like this. My delusional visions of ridiculous thoughts of him and I were really in the way of the reality of things. Yet I never thought it would end the way it did. Soon after I threw Dan out of my apartment, and asked him to never return again, it began to rain. The day was gloomy, with gray clouds, and now very wet. Yet when I looked out to the street from my apartment window, it had a peaceful look to it, very scenic, very pretty and very sad.





I rarely get sad, but today was one of those days. My dream of being in a distant land, investigating all that was foreign to me, allowing me to indulge in what seemed to be secret alley ways that let to somewhere, to doors that led to a home, windows to look out from once inside. I wanted to go back to my dream, if only I could. I thought of Dan, and still wondered why he got to me like he did. Why him? I convinced myself he was like all the rest, and would be better off not to deal with a situation that would never work in the first place.

In my usual laid back disposition, I found myself just hanging out, nursing my headache, and still dealing with my painted body. This crap can stay on for days, so I didn't think much of it, and just chilled. And cried. From the wild night before, and the shower fuck with Dan, I had to calm down from it all, and made myself some hot tea.

The day proceeded to carry on, and the evening wasn't too much better. Before I could get over my slump, I would have to go through it, and it didn't feel very good. I thought about going on a vacation, and a friend of mine had not too long ago asked to take me to the Bahamas. Maybe that would be the thing to do. In a mean time, I was miserable.

The rain came poring down, but it didn't seem to stop my visitors from coming over. I'm sure they were surprised my door was locked, and I just ignored their arrival. Soon they would leave and the sound of silence was golden to my ears. Even with my head hurting, I enjoyed the sound of the rain hitting the cement streets like a ton of bricks. As I looked out from my window again, the street view was desolate, with it's soaking wet sidewalks and the illumination of gray all around. The street lights didn't have it's usual and somewhat golden hue. It was just a gloomy gray evening.

I turned the television on, hardly with any sound, and there I saw a woman's face taking up the entire screen. It looked strange and wondered what it meant, but I didn't want to hear anything, so the visual alone was going to have to do. The images seemed strange, like two faces in one. The visual effects intrigued me, and whatever the story line was became useless, just figures on the screen were good enough. It looked like the woman was in dispare, and I related. Soon I thought to myself, a good secret would be an interesting cure, and before I knew it, I was told one.

As I reminisced of the night before, I knew I would never invite Dan to something like that. How he found out puzzled me, but bad news travels fast, and so he knew. I could always disguise it, but then why should I? Right? What do YOU think? It was just a party and some parties get carried away. I knew if I wanted to, I could probably come up with something convincing, but he wasn't coming back anyway so it didn't matter. Dan was still a stranger to me, just like the rest, and maybe if I continue to repeat myself with the same words, I could possibly believe the hype I was saying, although true to some extent. Right now I just wanted my headache and the paint on my body to go away. After the first initial scrub, my headache was foremost on my list to rid, so I tried to sleep it off.

RUDE AWAKENING

It's the ending where I wake up, full of body paint, groggy with sadness and tiredness. I want to return to the narrow alley ways I walked through. I wanted to once again raise my glass of wine and make a toast with the people at the restaurant. To the artist to pose for him, and to the handsome young man I never got to know. I break out in a cold sweat and immediately sit up in bed, half dazed about the dream I just had. I walk slowly into my cold bathroom and turn on hot water to get myself out of this stupor.

I could barley walk with a horrific headache, when someone enters my apartment. I shout out for them to get out, when I lift my head up, and I see Dan starring at me, wondering what freight train had just run over me. I told him he needed to knock, then told me one else needed to! I looked at him shocked and dismayed.

'So, you're', ..stopping his next word that was about to come out of his mouth. Yeah, 'I'm...about to take a shower and I need to be left alone', was my reply. He told me I looked like I had one hell of a time, and the paint all over my body looked terribly sexy. He said he was upset he wasn't invited to the mayhem from the night before. I told him next time, and that I would call him when I was feeling better. I then asked him leave.

I got into the shower, grateful for the warm water drenching me with relief. I foamed up wanting to rinse off as fast as I could when Dan suddenly reappears, nude, entering my shower. He picks me up and leans me against the corner of the cold tile wall, spreads my legs apart, wrapping them around his hips and fucks me. I wrapped my arms around him, crying with every thrust he gives me. I dig my nails into his back and scream loudly when I come. His moan turns into a grunting sound as the water is beating off his back from the forceful shower spray.

He then sits on the shower floor, sitting there with his hands to his face. As I try to pass him, he grabs me and drags me into the bedroom, only to blindfold me and ties me to the bed in an upright position. This doesn't seem to be Dan. He turned into a crazy man, wanting revenge.

I told him he was acting out of character, that all this was stupid, still sobbing from when we were in the shower. I told him if he wanted to play rough, this wasn't the time. I screamed at him to take the blindfold off me and to untie me and he did. I then told him to get out and to never come back.

WALKING WITH ANGELS

I'm drifting off into a land I've only seen in books and magazines, on poster boards and travel brochures. Into the slumber I'm now drifting into, I enter in a strange and beautiful place I never want to leave.

I enter a long narrow alley way, somewhere foreign to me, that's entrancing and melodic. I hear voices in my head, guiding me where to go, and so I keep walking into quaint narrow alley ways that seem as if I had once lived there long ago in another time. The voices are singing to me, almost with a sacred tone to it, and I keep on walking. They are guiding my every step.

There in the far distance where there are many door ways, I see a man with dark hair, a handsome man who is trying to seduce me. For whatever the strange reason may be, I resist him. I walk forward, only to see the same man again in other doorways, asking me why I don't want to be with him. I tell I do, but that I can't. And so I keep on walking, and I keep hearing these beautiful almost angelic like voices singing in my head, a sound like no other sound I have ever heard. It's so calming, so reassuring, so real and true, like a loving mother giving you the love and security you can bet your life on.

So what is this? Where am I? I now see an elderly man with a Venetian style hat on, and he's an artist. I see him at his doorway, and he invites me in to see his art work. I go inside, and I see these beautiful works of art, skillfully done, that only a master could have accomplished. I tell him I am very taken back by his work, and I see nudes in beautiful colors on easles, almost like a cross between a fusion of charcoal and oil. They are truly magnificent. He asks me to pose for him but I decline. He then takes me in to show me the other part of his home, a parlor, and it's like an Italian villa, but smaller, yet just as spectacular with a quaint and bohemian style. I love this place, a place I would like to live in, but I know I must leave and return to my walk.

I see other doorways, and ruins only European countries have, and I wish I could stay here. Within me, I know I would have to leave, something I don't want to do. It's like a journey, a mission that I'm to be on, and so my walk continues. Just a slight bit ahead, there's a restaurant, and people are in inside, talking, drinking some wine in simple but pretty glasses, toasting good cheers to each other, and feeling very good with each other. It's a strange thing, as not many people are eating. They are consumed with talking with each other and clinging their glasses together. When they see me, some hold their glass up to me, and ask me if I would like some wine. I have some, then I hold up my glass of wine and toast with them.

I am walking out, thanking them. I see the handsome man again, asking me why I don't like him. I tell him I do like him, but I have to continue my walk. He tells me he will meet me further up, and I agree. As clear and vivid as it all is, it has a smoky and unclear view. I can see, yet I can't see their faces that clearly, and knowing that something as wonderful as this will have a sad ending.

My walk continues, feeling this is real. If I play my cards right, I can stay right where I am, and I won't have to leave after all. I can now feel the air that is clean and brisk. I feel I am walking home, looking for my door, and being greeted by my husband, the handsome man with the dark hair. I reach out and again my hands are gliding across the brick that lines the walls in this mysterious new home of mine. But where is my door? How do I find my home? Then I see the number 9 on a door and I walk in.

IT'S PARTY TIME

Life is tough, and it's one big fat reality. Never but never let your emotions get the best of you, so, do what you do that comes naturally, therefore, I carried on as I know and do best. I didn't need a weighty mess on my hands, nor a noose around my neck to be concerned about.

Dan eventually left, after all, he couldn't stay forever. Look, I hardly know the guy, and from what he told me about his screwed up situation that almost got him killed, well, it made me nervous. He was staying at a friends apartment like he said, and when he left, he told me he wanted to stay longer but told him he had to leave. I had things to do, and when he started to inquire about what I was doing for the rest of the day, I told him 'things'. I left it at that, and proceeded to send him on his way as I do all the rest. It's safe that way, just a romp, no feelings, no emotions, and once they start, I cut it off. That simple. I didn't want to have feelings for him as I was already having, and I decided to stop the nonsense. He wasn't any different then the rest, so my life goes on as usual.

I received some phone calls a little later after he left, where 'friends' wanted to come over for a party. I organized a simple get together with a few people, a few guys, a few girls, a few drinks, a little music, and we would be ready to enjoy the evening. Once they would all arrive, I would lock my door so others wouldn't intrude.

After we all settled in so to speak, we had a few drinks, and we all relaxed. We then got creative in a very unique way. We each had a partner and we painted our naked bodies with bright neon paint. When my handsome visitor painted my nipples, it felt cold to the touch.





It was not just paint but air brushing, spraying out paint that had a strange but nice sensation. He then painted me in slow moving strokes, covering every inch of skin from my neck to my vagina. I loved the way the paint felt on me. He painted me to look like a 'jungle woman'. He would turn me around, and started on my back side. Each 'brush' stroke went from the small of my back down to my ass and to the inside of my inner things. When I looked in the mirror, I was amazed at how incredible it turned out. Now it was my turn to paint him. I started at the top and worked my way down. When I got to his penis, I painted it a bright green, and made it look like a snake. We danced to music playing in the background and acted like crazy people.

My apartment resembled a cluster fuck of everyone naked, and just being a fun group with each other. Secrets were blurted out, not something anyone would have said if they hadn't been drunk. As the evening progressed, the night turned into morning, and by the early morning hours, everyone had left.

APT 9 NINE

GETTING OUT OF BED WAS HARD TO DO

I didn't want to show a lot of emotion. I usually don't do that. It wasn't easy getting out of bed with this gorgeous man next to me. He was sleeping and he looked so delicious, all I wanted was to wake him and dig my fingers into his flesh. I just stood there against the wall, looking, thinking, and telling myself not to think too deeply into this, as this could be just another 'episode' in the life of Ava in apartment 9nine.

I heard my door opening, so I walked to my visitor, not allowing anyone in. This certainly wasn't the time to disrupt a wonderful moment. I was clinging onto it, knowing all too well that's not the thing to do. I of all people know this. Yet I went with the flow, and not knowing what to expect, I didn't seem to care. After all, my life would go on if nothing came of this, nor should I want anything to come of us. He was just a man like all the rest.

Within minutes he woke up, and looked at me standing against the wall. His warm greeting was a sight to behold, and told me I should get back in bed with him. I did. He started to cuddle with me, something I hadn't done in a long time. He held me close to him, and lovingly patted my head, and the side of my face. He slid downward, kissing my breast's and telling me I had a sexy body that he wanted to ravish all over again. His hand glided down onto my stomach, massaging my belly with gentle pressure. It felt so good that I didn't want him to move his hand, to leave it right where it was. He began to add more pressure, massaging upward to my rib cage and downward again to the lower part of my belly. Hitting my g-spot, I came with no problem. It amazes me how that happens, he's not even inside me and I could come with just a massage in the right place.

His erect penis needed some attention that I gladly obliged to, yet first, lying there regaining consciousness from a wonderful organsm. I touched the top of his dick, smearing the precum around the head of his penis. I stroked it, putting it in me, as he now was on me, riding me good and hard. Just within a few thrusts, he came and he lay ontop of me, regaining his consciousness from a delightful little romp.

I was fidgeting in my seat, as I was looking at Dan, fantasizing about exploring every inch of his body. Remembering how he looked in my apartment, blood all over his body, how he looked in his hospital bed. I couldn't help myself, but all I could think about was having sex with him. I remembered a painting I saw in an art book by Odd Kerdrum of lovers kissing. I couldn't wait.

He slumped into my couch, cocooned comfortably as if he lived here. His comfort level was comforting to me, to see him like that, but out of the blue, I started to think if this guy may have had a wife that he wasn't telling me about. He said he didn't have anyone, but who really knew. Men tell you all sorts of things, while leaving certain facts out. Although I believed him, I had to not care whatever waited for him he could possibly return to.

The day turned into evening, and we left to eat at this very special restaurant. It was cozy and intimate, and had a bohemian feel to it. I wondered how many other women he had taken there. He was quite the gentleman, but all I wanted to do was to hurry back to my apartment and fall into his arms.

When we returned, he fell into the couch again, but I told him my bed was a lot more comfortable then the couch. He got up, grabbed me and kissed me hard.
We layed on the bed, slowly undressing each other. Bandages were taped on his chest and wrists, and his stomach was bandaged as well. I stroked his chest very gently, then touched his face, feeling his cheek bones, his jaw line, and his throat.

He looked into my eyes again and held his face right up to mine. He began slowly sliding his tongue over my lips from one end to the other. I then sucked his tongue, kissing him eagerly. I didn't want to hold back. I wanted him like I never wanted any other man I knew, and I didn't know why. I felt his muscular thighs wrap around me, feeling his chest rest on mine as he drew me closer to him. His weight on my body felt like a mass of muscles, and I was holding onto him tightly, while I stroked his back with my fingertips. He lifted himself up, showing me his erected penis, and he wanted me to stroke it. My hand covered it and I began stroking it, then kissing it gently. I put it in my mouth, sucking it and licking it up and down, feeling the veins from the base to the tip.

I couldn't wait for him to be inside me. He kissed my breasts with force, while holding me tight around the upper part of my body. His hands were wrapped around me, holding me tight, taking my breath away. He glided his mouth to my sides, kissing my rib cage. By now, I was screaming for him to enter me, but he waited to tantalize me all the more. At first, all I could was just lye there, and enjoy whatever he was doing to me.

He slid downward on my body and his mouth was on my vagina, his tongue sucking my clitoris gently, then licking it up and down, then harder until I came. He then entered me, and moved so rigorously, his hard penis penetrating me so deeply that I came again. He too came and with a loud moan, while I felt his cum inside me. Our fluids ran all over, saturating the sheets. I didn't want to close my eyes. I was afraid he would disappear as my 'phantom' did, and I would never see him again. I had to. I wondered if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. As we rested with his head on my chest, he lay there telling me how much I meant to him. I wrapped my arms around him with our bodies totally entwined with each other. Soon after, he made love to me again.