CHAPTER III KARLS-RUHE
RED EURYDICE
I was talking on the phone and looking for a socket to turn on the TV, or rather the panel that took up half the wall in the room. My loud voice echoed loudly in the apartment on the fourth floor, apparently waking up the sleeping girl of my dreams, Elena, the beautiful Elena.
In the morning there was a little confusion with connecting the TV panel, since the distance between the socket and the cord led me to the understanding that I was missing a few meters to turn on the entire system. Oh, trouble, I thought. Perhaps there was an extension cord lying somewhere, but there was none on the surface at home and in general this was already impudence to look for something while visiting my beloved woman.
Time passed, or rather flew rapidly forward, filling my thoughts with romantic fantasies. What to do?, I thought!
Suddenly the situation turned upside down and the living room was illuminated by rays of warmth, sun and love. Lena entered the room and looked at me, absolutely not understanding anything about what was happening. An awkward pause arose or froze on our faces. There was a feeling that time had stopped. The world was filled with multi-colored paints and you were flying somewhere on the wings of love. Perhaps it was something similar to euphoria. The moment of truth. The hour of reckoning. Some kind of mixed emotions and at the same time an awkward state, confused thoughts and a general lack of understanding of what was happening. The power and feeling of love, apparently, no longer fit in the living room and was produced on a universal scale. Somehow all this happened spontaneously. Lena brought an extension cord and handed it to me. For some time I twisted and examined the design of the German Bosch extension cord in my hands. There was nothing complicated. Voila, the electricity went and the panel on the wall lit up with bright colors, and then the sound of some German channel was heard, on which a hit parade of clips was on.
Still, there was one awkward moment that caused a certain tension. You were visiting her at home. Absolutely barefoot, I could not find a T-shirt, since it was hanging somewhere and drying after we got a little wet in the rain. A proud tramp in only jeans was standing at his beloved woman’s house. Yes, friends, it was a little embarrassing! I don’t know why, but a feeling of shame from time to time overcame me and immediately disappeared when you looked at the girl of your dreams, with whom you were in love. Some kind of indefinite mixed state of feelings, which consisted of a wide spectrum.
Lena behaved more harmoniously, naturally and calmly. Yes, she was at home, and how else would she behave? Upon closer inspection of my beloved girl, it turned out that she was wearing a black silk robe, and a red dragon was wrapped around the back of the robe. Its paws ended on the sleeves of the robe. It definitely looked like something from Japanese culture. All these dragons and samurai with swords… Well…, I thought, Lena seemed to me an incredibly mysterious girl. A mystery girl that I must definitely solve or at least understand and somehow comprehend the flow of feelings that was happening between us. A flow of feelings of love that flowed between us in everything we did… Now everything worked as it should. I plugged the extension cord into the outlet. I plugged the cord from the TV panel into the extension cord. At some point, the music of a German hit parade started playing, Lena turned up the volume and the room was filled with music. The sound resonated well and acousticized in the huge living room. We sat for a while on the couch and were silent, Lena was scrolling through photos from the night club “ADLIB CLUB” on her phone, there was this video where we were having fun on the dance floor.
Yes, but it was definitely after we ordered Jamaican rum, Vanessa, Lena’s friend, was shouting something in the crowd and waving her arms from side to side, laughing and then shouting something again on the dance floor.
The video showed our entire night party. David was gesturing with his hands and trying to tell some funny story. Yes, all these photos were funny. A night portfolio. As a result, looking at the photo turned into laughter. We started laughing, of course, looking at ourselves from the outside was funny and very funny. Somehow it all looked different from how it was in reality. Some photos may have had an artistic meaning. Here you see your face and a frozen look.
For some time we looked at the photos, laughed. It was hot or getting hot, but it felt like the air was warming up and the day would be hot.
Lena got up from the sofa and motioned for me to follow her and we moved to another sector, to the kitchen. We didn’t stay in the kitchen for very long. We took out what was available from the refrigerator. Cool bottled water, chilled wine, orange juice in a beautiful glass jar, and found several glasses. There was ice cubes in the freezer. A wine corkscrew and all of this was moved to the living room.
In the living room, when I was opening white wine with a corkscrew, I remembered that I had once read Homer’s “Iliad” and there Helen is described in the work as the most beautiful woman in Greece and the culprit of the outbreak of war, but behind the story of Helen of Troy, the cause of all the troubles from the city of Troy, there was perhaps something else or something more…
We raised our glasses and stretched our hands towards each other, the clink of crystal glasses was heard… Obviously, at that very moment we were both incredibly happy. The happiest people on the planet - Earth. Laughed. Talked about something for a long time…
We were alone in a large apartment in which there was no one else. There was a feeling that someone had erased the boundaries of personal space between us and they had disappeared somewhere. We were sitting close to each other and Lena was showing me a guide to the GALLERY OF THE HAMBURG KUNSTHALLE, showing me different paintings.
At that moment. Accidentally. I didn’t want it to, but it happened that way. I tried to prevent it from happening, but maybe it was a spontaneous action. Yes, it was 100 percent an unconscious action. At some point, I kissed her beautiful lips and froze in anticipation of what would definitely happen to me now. A slap in the face or your beloved woman pushing you with her hands and asking: “What are you doing?” This entire endless range of beauties finally mixed up in one moment and froze in this true state.
In my eyes, perhaps, Lena, saw this indecisive state of my entire nervous system…
- Do you want me to stop?
Yes, but it turned out that what she wanted was impossible to express in words.
All this is a very complex mental state of two people in love, loving people, loving people with all their hearts! It is important to understand this!
After some time, we found ourselves in the realm of love and passion - Eros!
The most difficult thing is to describe the intimate relationship that arises one way or another between a man and a woman! These are just some moments that are stored in our memories…
The smile that touched her eyes was very gentle, and yet, before she lowered her eyelashes, I noticed how satisfaction sparkled in her light gray eyes. I buried my chin in the hollow between her breasts and began to explore it with my lips and the tip of my tongue. My warm breath, sliding over her skin, raised burning waves of excitement in Lena.
I untied the silk belt on her robe… For a moment the robe lingered on her hips. I moved my gaze from top to bottom, not leaving a single curve of her body unnoticed. Then my hands made the same path. From her chest they slid to her waist, clasping her seductive hips.
Lena felt an amazing desire that completely took possession of her - to give herself. This was the only way to satisfy the unbearable hunger of her body and her soul.
My insistent fingers squeezed her hips demandingly as I knelt down and pulled her towards me. Putting her hands on my shoulders and closing her eyes, Lena threw her head back from the wet and hot touch of my tongue, her breath caught in her throat. A fire of pleasure ran through the muscles of her flat stomach. I penetrated to the dark triangle of thin curly hair, and her legs trembled.
Very carefully, without a second’s break from my occupation, I examined the moving folds of her skin, felt the smooth petals with my tongue. Lena’s fingers climbed into my hair, began to sort through it. At this time, I reached the most secret source of pleasure and began to caress it carefully.
A quiet and drawn-out moan escaped from her chest. With her long nails she involuntarily dug into my skin and, only after a few seconds realizing this, unclenched her fingers. In response to this involuntary movement, I squeezed her hips even harder, as if I wanted these springy roundnesses to flow into my palms. Then my hand moved to where the cherished triangle was darkening. Having parted the thin wavy hairs and moist folds of tender skin, I continued my caresses.
The pleasure that washed over her was so sharp and furious that her breathing, her voice and the whole night merged into one and began to float away somewhere into the distance. Her body arched, her hands weakened, and needles of electricity ran under her limply unclenched fingers. Lena felt herself sinking to the floor, but she could not do anything about it.
My insatiable lips pressed demandingly to her mouth. She gave in, she yielded, whispering something unintelligible in German with rapturous satisfaction. My greedy tongue pushed between her teeth, returned back, again plunged into the warm depths.
Her body happily accepted this touch, trembling with excitement and pleasure. Her body called me, feeling the inviting beating of her heart, I answered this call. Was it possible to hold back this raging inside myself and preserve my sanity? This frenzy of feelings needed an outlet. Lena tried to unfasten my belt, but her fingers were trembling. She pulled me tighter and closer to her and pulled harder on the belt, which gave way under her efforts. I felt her fingers and how the zipper of her jeans slid down.
I did not stop her trembling hand, which found my hot, excited flesh. My breathing became intermittent when Lena caressed this object of her desires, swelling under her fingers. Her whisper was almost inaudible, like a light rustle of the night breeze.
Suddenly my hands were on her waist. Straightening my legs, I first sat up, then lay down on the sofa, pulling Lena along with me. Her hips were pinned by my knees. Lena rested her palms on my shoulders and raised herself, then, without taking her eyes off my face, began to carefully and slowly lower herself. I groaned with agonizing pleasure. Ragged breathing and crazy heartbeats - everything spoke of the storm raging inside me, which I could barely contain.
Resting my hands on the bed, I jerked my body up and with one powerful movement of my hips penetrated her deeply, completely taking possession of her.
Lena screamed with pleasure. Grasping my muscular shoulders, she took me inside herself, urging me to take her all. She wanted me, she wanted me madly. At the moment of supreme bliss, we merged in a single movement, a single impulse. The unity was closer than simply bodies pressed against each other, deeper than hot breaths, quiet, passionate pleas and guttural, hoarse sounds of unspeakable pleasure.
It was already somewhere around 9:00 PM, or maybe 10:00 PM… We were lying on a large bed. I kissed Lena passionately, and then found the strength to get out of bed, which I didn’t want to get out of, but had to do. Gently wrapping my arms around her hips and back and lifting her completely relaxed body off the bed. We went to the bathroom to take a shower.
We were both standing in the bathtub and streams of warm water from the shower were running down our bodies. The idea of taking a shower turned out to be completely wrong. Involuntarily, our lips joined in a long and piercing kiss that lasted perhaps forever.
After some time, we were lying in bed again. Lena sat on top of me and in a moment she took possession of me completely. I couldn’t resist it. With her right hand she held onto the headboard, and her left hand rested on my chest, where she squeezed my black hair tightly, but I didn’t feel any pain. The bed creaked loudly at times, and Lena moaned. Sweet moans, sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly, burst from her chest. I felt her uterus contracting and her moans violently flowed into a woman’s scream, and in these moments of despair she kissed me and bit me in the neck area. The sweet heat of love and sensuality spilled over our bodies like a waterfall.
As a result, we had to go to the bathroom a second time, but as it turned out, there was a second bathroom in her apartment, which made our task easier and broke our loving bonds for a while. I found a pack of women’s razors in the second bathroom. As it turned out, women’s razors shave your face no worse than men’s razors. My face was perfectly shaved with a women’s razor.
Then after some time, having rested from our backbreaking labors. Lena and I decided to order food to our home via courier delivery. We ordered beef with vegetables. A couple of beers. Wine. Maybe it was some Chinese noodles. Sushi. We ordered everything we wanted. They brought us two bags of food from the restaurant. The late or night candlelit dinner turned out to be wonderful. At night we went for a walk along the river and stood for a long time on the bridge and looked at the stars… That’s how romantic and spontaneous it all was. We were both happy. Incredibly happy.
Friends, this is already the 5th or 10th version of the chapter, rewritten by me in a more literary style. It is very difficult to convey the state of love between a man and a woman. Although many years have passed, the fog of love still does not allow us to penetrate into this mysterious topic. Until now, something inside is trying to block this whole topic and mystery, and this indicates that a person is very complex inside, and not only complex, but there are things that are possible that cannot be understood, solved or read inside oneself…