A story- She wanted Paris Chapter 1-3

She wanted Paris and I wanted her. (A adult tale)

 
Her eyes like dancing stars exploding into the night sky,
her soft hand holding mine tightly.
She whispered, “you promised me Paris and wild nights.”

 

I want the old city of lights,
I want to make love in silk sheets and soft blankets,
I want the strong coffee and to sit in view of the river,
Watching you write poetry.

 

“I want to tease you in my long dress, opening my legs for you.
Allowing you to see my bare legs and secret places, free from the shackle of panties. I want you to see me and write freely, I want to make you mad with the hunger to take me at will.”

 

I embraced my beautiful and sweet Katie and told her.
‘If you want Paris, I want Paris too.
I yearn to see your legs opening wide making me smile and dream,
I want to find raw hunger exploring new places to touch and discover.”

 

My sweet Katie smiled as she came to me and whispered,
“Your will is my command.
You are mine and I’m yours. Please take what you need my kind lover.”

 

I wrote the saga of my imagination in my journal making me wish for things I cannot have.

 

The wisp of need grows with time teasing, touching memories.
I wanted beauty at my feet, I dreamed of places of chaos and no control.
I dreamed of Katie with her face resting in my lap, looking up with a shy smile.
Saying words with beautiful eyes that didn’t need to be spoken.

 

She wanted Paris and I wanted her. I had dreams of beauty at my feet. Her hunger makes me live and come alive again. I told beautiful Katie.

 

“You are the sweet wine to set my mind free and the fire in the cold night to warm
my body and spirit. You will have Paris and I will have you.”

 

-The train ride to Paris-

 

We took the train to Paris. The easy morning train left Stuttgart at 8 am.
She worn a silk blue blouse and a knee-high skirt. Her full breasts shown proudly
through the thin material.

 

She asked me. “Johnnie, do you think I’m sexy? Am I beautiful? Comes a line of no return, my lover.” She took my hand to her legs and she opened her legs enough for my hand to enter into the tenderness of warm flesh and she closed her legs tightly. She gave me a smile of I need you now. I saw in her eyes her want and her demand. She whispered. “Don’t stop lover, I need to fall into your touch. I want to feel alive.”

 

Sweet Katie told me as I caressed her wetness as she moved with my fingers, her aroused vagina moving and trying to grasp hand and fist. “Baby, can’t control the sea. Can’t control the wind and you cannot control the want of a free woman. I want to know no limits. Love is a million mile journey. Good to be the prey or sometime be the predator. Softness will lead to hardness. Gentleness will lead to the want to test the body and increase the excitement. I need your hands and lips upon me now. Make me feel your need and want now!”

 

She leans against me as I increased the speed and the movement of my hand. She closed her eyes as I entered into the warmth of her tender womb. She kissed my neck and whispered. “Thank you Johnnie for Paris. Paris is where I need to be. My wanton spirit need the old city. I want you to take me by the Seine river. I want you to lift my skirt up and for you to enter me with great force and want. I want us to make the ancient spirits jealous for we have found dangerous love where we are not bounded by rules of locked doors and stable sex. I don’t want stable sex. I want to be locked-ups, ties-up and be force into places of no return.”

 

Sweet Katie gave me slow and sweet kisses. She opened her eyes and her breathing increased till she released her desperation breath into my willing mouth. She pulled my hand away and she brought my hand to her lips. She kissed each finger and she told me. “You play me like a skilled piano-man. Knowing how to make me feel free and wild.”

 

I told her. “You are my everything. Everything is you. You make my imagination dance into wild and elastic dreams. The wisp of your memory, your face and thinking of you laying nude under sheets of silk. Leave me wanting more and more of you my beautiful love.”

 

Katie looked out the window. Paris was in view now. Katie reached over and she kissed me one. She kissed me twice and she told me. “Thank you for Paris.”

 

I did a silence prayer. I knew she wanted Paris and I wanted her near. I thanks the spirit of life and death for her and the city of Paris.

-City of lights-

 

We would arrive in Paris before the noon hour. Katie was content watching Paris grow larger from the view of the train window. She smiled and winked at me and she asked me. Do you think I’m a wicked woman? I have surrender freely to the wanton need of my body and give myself without fear or regret?

 

I told her. We are tricking the Gods. The Gods want us to be sedated and cold-heart in the emotion of passion. They want us to fear their golden rules and hide the need of the flesh. They want us to locked our doors and know the missionary position only. Trying to make us forget we are flesh and bones needing to awake every senses we can control. My eyes see you and I want to take you now, I want to taste your skin, your lips. My hands wants to caress your inner thighs, gentle tickling you softly and try to make you wish for more. I want to smell your hair and sweet scent of your perfume on soft and willing skin. I want to hear your voice whispering, I need you Johnnie now. The Gods fear we will know what ecstasy is. They want us to forget them, become like tamed and locked-up beast.

 

Katie smiled and went to her knees and she asked me. “Do the Gods sleep? I wondered. Or were they dead?” I told her. The Gods do not sleep. Men believe they are wiser and stronger than the Gods. In the end. All men bow and pray for regret and sorrow. They burn incense seeking forgiveness. That is the trickery of the Gods. They always win.

 

Katie laid her head into my lap and than she looked up and asked. If the Gods always win. Why do we try to taste any kind of victory? Are we doomed to die and meet the Gods? I caressed her face and I told her. We are playing with a loaded deck. We can’t win but if we twist and turn the game around. Don’t follow the golden rules. The Gods hate when we are blindfolded to their will. When we don’t use their paradoxes of false rules and the prisons of dead-ends. Look around us. The next cabin sits two people. They are locked in silence. She is still a beauty and he is still a good looking man. Now they sit across from each other with silence. They are dead in love. The Gods made them pacifist and worn out. They forgot the inner desire that made them fall in love. Dead love is no love. They are just waiting for the sad ending. Missionary sex and no laughter.

 

Katie smiled and told me. I want to wear my short skirt tonight and my new silk blouse. I want the Paris gentle breezes to make my body come alive. You promised me a Midnight walk by the river. I want you to take me at your will. I’m yours and you are mine. I kissed her once, I kissed her twice.

 

I told her tonight we make the Gods jealous. Make them realize some of us are still free from their prisons of thoughts and control. Not afraid of tender skin and the want of the body. We don’t need locked doors to hide how much I need you my beautiful Katie. I want us to climb to the topmost peaks of love, to know the elixir of your sweet kiss. I want us to go love-mad where we are free and we can’t return to who we are.

 

Katie took my hands. She kissed each one and she told me. Thank you for Paris, my city of lights. I feel the fire burning inside my body. I want us free and wild my lover. I won’t allow the Gods to win. We will play Master and slave. Predator and prey. I will allow you to control me and make me feel adored and wanted. We are free to drink French wines and we stay nude in the hotel room. Only get dressed, to roam the old city.

 

I wrapped my arms around her. I did a silence prayer. She wanted Paris. I wanted her. I thanks the Gods for being kind. Being merciful for two lovers in the city of lights.

Dancing Coyote