New Secret
08-27-2016, 12:30 PM
I was a young man of liberal eccentricities inspired to enjoy my newfound wealth. My old friends were gone, left behind within the restrictions of their lower statuses. A new society was paved ahead of me to explore. New friendships emerged. Life in new angles, a new way of seeing things in a new light. I could grow and grow and grow as I wanted into whatever character I chose to embody and I wasn’t boxed in like I was before.
My love and I came to know each other during affairs of decadence, a social circle of indulgence. Our society set aside a time for our decadent interests and we broadened the routine as the circle grew. Eccentrics were the norm within our society and over reaching behavior was the staple. As a chance to act without barriers of public customs, this club would become the driving source of personal empowerment in our individual lives.
I first laid eyes on my love at our decadent social circle and I was instantly subdued to her every whim.
“Charming hall, is it not?” She asked when I joined her.
“Yes.” I replied, “I voted yes that we should hold meetings here when we were searching out locations. I certainly like it.”
She was wearing a long seven piece dress in the classic English style that revealed her bosom to an exceptional extent. She was alluring in a profound quality that ever so held me close as I finished the whole meeting in her companionship. I was spun ever further into her sensual seductive womanly clutches. At the end of our meeting I invited her to return to my house for the remainder of the early hours before daybreak. She consented and I never returned to the hall of decadence as she became my full want and wish.
Our relationship was three years but it was overflowing and time fulfilling. An eternity of bliss. She became my one and only. We never parted during that time beyond the demands of my professional activities.
She was a usual softy. Knowing her like I did was a different world. She was bouncy and fun when we went out. At home though she was an extraordinarily introverted attention whore. Most girls are. But I would nearly laugh when she withdrew into her plush creatureness like a cartoonish exaggeration of her quiet self. It was my own secret slice of heaven to have her with such exclusive innocence and know her when she softened up so smoothly.
And although that was incredibly long ago I can still remember those times with her as though they were yesterday. That easy soft assurance of her presence is a mizzle in and of itself that has settled within me and returns on its own. And thus I miss her, shrouded in that warmth of her memory.
She would often mention she knew of a secret and one day she would tell it but not yet. She knew of many things that were indeed unknown to the standard person. Things like countries beyond our realms of knowledge and science of the human body as yet unstudied. She knew of a people who she claimed stood high above the Kings and Queens of our world and said that those secret people harnessed powers beyond our understanding.
She doubled my strength with her cooking and doubled my outward certitude as a man with her womanly submissiveness and obliging hospitality. I would never know a woman of her sort other than her. She made me what I am today.
Then one time in bed, in the intoxication of love, a threshold of intimate affection, she took my mortality and turned my hot blood cold. I pried her off of me in our nakedness then scurried out of bed. A swirl of hot and cold surged through my veins and I shook hard. I shrank to my knees. The mirror on the wall touched floor to ceiling, reflecting candelabra light onto the room. And I looked on my nakedness and saw how my skin was shifting with the essence of ethereal light.
She crawled out of my bed and onto my floor with me. Behind me, on one knee, she held onto my arms and settled her head on my shoulder. Her long dark hair fell onto my back and over my arm. Her breath on my chest. I shook to no avail, mortal life gone.
“What have you done.” I said, trembling. She whispered something but I didn’t hear it.
Soon there following that life would never be the same again. I didn’t know what happened and she wouldn’t tell me. I tried to unpuzzle the mystery on my own. She was gone before I unraveled the riddle. She left without saying goodbye.
I found a heart wrenching note on my desk that forever ignited an unquenchable yearn for her that I still carry with me to this day. She wrote that she promised to return when the time was right and she assured that she would always know where I was. She wrote that I was her only true love and would honor our relationship until the end of all time.
Ever since a wild urge within has driven me to the outer limits of mania, torturing my soul for eternity. Left to the misery of being alone and in love plucked at me. I ached on for years without her, recalling every minute of every moment of our passions, our experiences, our time together.
So I stand here all alone, centuries later, before a mirror that cannot hold my reflection, remembering her with all my heart and soul. Enflamed in a zeal of fanatical longing for my dear love who made me godlike, imperishable and filled with great gifts and aptitudes no mortal could ever acquire. I stand here missing her with every breath, every thump of my heart, locked in the clutches of faith that one day we will reunite.
My love and I came to know each other during affairs of decadence, a social circle of indulgence. Our society set aside a time for our decadent interests and we broadened the routine as the circle grew. Eccentrics were the norm within our society and over reaching behavior was the staple. As a chance to act without barriers of public customs, this club would become the driving source of personal empowerment in our individual lives.
I first laid eyes on my love at our decadent social circle and I was instantly subdued to her every whim.
“Charming hall, is it not?” She asked when I joined her.
“Yes.” I replied, “I voted yes that we should hold meetings here when we were searching out locations. I certainly like it.”
She was wearing a long seven piece dress in the classic English style that revealed her bosom to an exceptional extent. She was alluring in a profound quality that ever so held me close as I finished the whole meeting in her companionship. I was spun ever further into her sensual seductive womanly clutches. At the end of our meeting I invited her to return to my house for the remainder of the early hours before daybreak. She consented and I never returned to the hall of decadence as she became my full want and wish.
Our relationship was three years but it was overflowing and time fulfilling. An eternity of bliss. She became my one and only. We never parted during that time beyond the demands of my professional activities.
She was a usual softy. Knowing her like I did was a different world. She was bouncy and fun when we went out. At home though she was an extraordinarily introverted attention whore. Most girls are. But I would nearly laugh when she withdrew into her plush creatureness like a cartoonish exaggeration of her quiet self. It was my own secret slice of heaven to have her with such exclusive innocence and know her when she softened up so smoothly.
And although that was incredibly long ago I can still remember those times with her as though they were yesterday. That easy soft assurance of her presence is a mizzle in and of itself that has settled within me and returns on its own. And thus I miss her, shrouded in that warmth of her memory.
She would often mention she knew of a secret and one day she would tell it but not yet. She knew of many things that were indeed unknown to the standard person. Things like countries beyond our realms of knowledge and science of the human body as yet unstudied. She knew of a people who she claimed stood high above the Kings and Queens of our world and said that those secret people harnessed powers beyond our understanding.
She doubled my strength with her cooking and doubled my outward certitude as a man with her womanly submissiveness and obliging hospitality. I would never know a woman of her sort other than her. She made me what I am today.
Then one time in bed, in the intoxication of love, a threshold of intimate affection, she took my mortality and turned my hot blood cold. I pried her off of me in our nakedness then scurried out of bed. A swirl of hot and cold surged through my veins and I shook hard. I shrank to my knees. The mirror on the wall touched floor to ceiling, reflecting candelabra light onto the room. And I looked on my nakedness and saw how my skin was shifting with the essence of ethereal light.
She crawled out of my bed and onto my floor with me. Behind me, on one knee, she held onto my arms and settled her head on my shoulder. Her long dark hair fell onto my back and over my arm. Her breath on my chest. I shook to no avail, mortal life gone.
“What have you done.” I said, trembling. She whispered something but I didn’t hear it.
Soon there following that life would never be the same again. I didn’t know what happened and she wouldn’t tell me. I tried to unpuzzle the mystery on my own. She was gone before I unraveled the riddle. She left without saying goodbye.
I found a heart wrenching note on my desk that forever ignited an unquenchable yearn for her that I still carry with me to this day. She wrote that she promised to return when the time was right and she assured that she would always know where I was. She wrote that I was her only true love and would honor our relationship until the end of all time.
Ever since a wild urge within has driven me to the outer limits of mania, torturing my soul for eternity. Left to the misery of being alone and in love plucked at me. I ached on for years without her, recalling every minute of every moment of our passions, our experiences, our time together.
So I stand here all alone, centuries later, before a mirror that cannot hold my reflection, remembering her with all my heart and soul. Enflamed in a zeal of fanatical longing for my dear love who made me godlike, imperishable and filled with great gifts and aptitudes no mortal could ever acquire. I stand here missing her with every breath, every thump of my heart, locked in the clutches of faith that one day we will reunite.