Have I told you that I had a busy week? Errands at docs with twins, more reasons to renew their winter clothes, attending with them at extracurricular activities, more buzz at the church before the First Advent Sunday… and all this time that grueling kitchen bloated with vessels and dirty dishes. I’m the one called to deal with those piles as well, until I’ll listen to Don’s advice: “Ten minutes per kid away from their learning won’t reverberate on their grades, have them help you with the kitchen, the way I do with shopping!” This is what I do right now: as I write I supervise my daughter preparing lunch. But you may understand that I can hardly focus on writing about erotica in this atmosphere. So here’s a deal I have for you: I’ll paste below a few sketchy paragraphs from the manuscript of my next ebook in the works. Comment and give me ideas. I’d love to hear from you.
Laying back on the bed, I open my eyes to see the stylish white stuccoed ceiling. Shy beams of light beat the shade throughout the folds of the blueish velvet curtains. Outside, under the scorching sun, flocks of people gather to form an ever-growing crowd, right in front of the tall majestic windows. I can barely hear the humming of approaching voices. From time to time, a sharp noise, a scream or an exclamation breaks through only to die a whisper’s death against the blue wallpaper behind me.
I feel a pleasant and refreshing breeze on my naked skin. Am I waking up to my senses? What am I doing in this vastly soft and white bed? Oh, it’s a double bed, built out of massive mahogany hardwood. I keep turning my eyes. The more I open them, the more I surprise my still sleepy mind. Mild aches knock and press and poke inside my head, but I can’t feel any pain. Strange. Raising my chest above, I prop myself on the elbows and look around. Yes, once more!
As expected, I find myself completely nude on the golden blanket. Beneath my shoulders, the white silky sheets, bending over, wrap the cozy cushions up under my head. Red stripes of my long hair bring a crisp contrast with the white on the bed, teasing all immaculate thoughts out.
All? Why all? Not my thoughts, definitely! I wish to spend a continuous lazy morning like this, dreaming of Eve’s lost Paradise. What words did she tell her man Adam before she went walking along the treks of that Garden to meet the deceiving one? How did she wake up that morning? Sniffing the musky scent of her man’s chest hair? Or did she get up alone, like me here? Or was it musky? –her man’s scent…
I pray for an answer and expect the unreal to grab me back over to the realm of my sweet forsaken dreams. But this won’t happen today, not anymore. I hear the door’s knob turning left with a slight creak. Someone’s coming in! I don’t even know where I am. Naked! On this bed! What a perfect prey! What to do? Run? Where? Why leave this comfortable bed? No! I’d rather stay and see who’s coming, what will happen to me. Thrilling mystery… I don’t even bother to hide my nudity under the sheets.
The door opens with a sharp noise, this because he forced it in order to allow his hasty appearance. Then he locks it back as his right hand grabs a chair to reinforce the entrance.
“Don, what are you doing here? Who’s chasing you? Why do you hide?”
“Good morning to you too, Doris! I wandered a bit through those fancy rooms, looking for a balcony to take some fresh air. But the tourist mobs were just released into the palace. I hide because I’m a naked intruder, like you, can’t you see?”
Naked, yes, I can see now that we’re both naked. But intruders, we? In the palace? Strange…
“Don? What palace are we intruding in?”
“Come on, Doris. Don’t add amnesia to your panic attacks. Don’t tell me that you can’t remember what we did here last night.” He sounds assertive. It’s a natural occurrence in his voice. Just like the many uncertainties wandering through my mind.
I stretch to grab the sheets from beneath and try to cover my body with them. And I ask him: “Didn’t we have one of our crazy stand up love-making sessions in the garage?”
“And didn’t we turn on the triangle of modules around us while we were at it?”
“Oh my, oh my! Yes, now I remember.”
“Good. Then it’s about time you tell me of what sort of girlie princess movies have you dreamed of while riding my dick. Because look, here we are, in your fairy universe.”
He looks a bit upset but I know him too well. He’s more like excited than angry. Gathering my confidence, along with my memories, I tell my husband that “We spent the night in The bedroom of Emperor Franz Joseph I and Empress Elisabeth, at the Schönbrunn Spring Palace in Vienna.”
“Wow! Triple wow! You dreamed that you are Lissi… Haaa ha ha ha…”
“No. I didn’t dream that I’m Lissi, or Sissi as many still call her. I never dream to be someone else because, if I’m certain of something in my life, it is that I’m me being your wife.”
“Okay then, how did you take us to Vienna?”
“I dreamed about Lissi’s merry years, about her love story with the young Emperor, about her romantic epoch, and about this Palace.”
“Nice dream you had, Doris. Only thing is that we slept too much after fucking your fantasies out of you. And here we are, trapped in a museum, with the fully dressed moral enemies at the gates.”
“These people are not our enemies, Don. They’re just tourists. Why do you call them moral enemies?”
“Because they’re pious tourists. They paid a ticket to see the pinnacle of an era, to revere and wonder at a subtle and tasteful opulence. This morning, they prepared their souls like for going to a church or something, expecting to learn about high morals. Now look at us: naked, freshly fucked, you still laying naked in the bed of Her Imperial Highness. Oh my indeed!”
Someone tries to turn the knob on the other side but the door wouldn’t open. Then silence. “He’s coming to the other door!” Exclaims Don with a jump to grab a new chair, running to secure the other entrance to the room. Alas time is too short for him and I can see a calm curator opening it, making a discrete high brows face mimic when he noticed the chair blocking the knob of the opposite door, and articulating his paces in that direction, to remove it.
Don stands naked in front of this curator who…
Thus ends my excerpt today! Oh, by the way, this second erotic ebook continues on the theme initiated in the first one: “Polygamy vs. Polygyny?” on Goodreads.