The Labyrinth of Passion (romantic experiences)

by Charles Westmont

  Etienne said, “I read about your unique collection of artifacts.”

  The brother replied “Do you have anything specific in mind?”

  “Not really I would like to explore as much as possible,” Etienne went on. “Fine I will give you the grand tour, you may count on a good two hours and a half.” Etienne did not worry too much about the duration. He knew Justine would be totally captured by the garden and would not mind the wait.

  When the brother turned on the lights of the first chapel, he wondered if he was entering the caves of Ali Baba. The walls and ceiling were gilded and covered with icons, paintings and varied artifacts, mostly made out of gold. The brother encouraged him to touch and handle the objects. This is something few museums would allow. He was still in the first chapel, when he heard singing. The brother confirmed that the monks sang in the afternoon, all the way to dinner time. That was the only daily occasion, when they could hear their voices. The contemplative order of monks would never allow conversations. The monks spent their days between silent meditation, prayers and singing. Etienne enquired if he could observe them. The brother answered that it was strictly forbidden to outsiders to observe the monks. “I am their only contact with the world,” the brother added. Etienne was guided from chapel to chapel, each one offering new treasures to his delight.

  He looked at his watch confirming that he had been in the abbey for over two hours. His mind was overtaken by his admiration of the hundreds of icons and artifacts, accompanied by the soft signing of hymns. The sound increased, when he crossed the large hall on the way to the exit. “I hope Justine is not too upset with me, I completely loss the sense of time,” he said to himself. “Thank you brother, it was a delightful experience, please accept this small token of my appreciation,” he added, handing an envelope over, while they embraced.

  “This will not be necessary my friend,” answered the brother and he closed the door behind him.

  Etienne was wandering in the garden. He came to a gazebo overlooking a cliff. In the distance the light blue Mediterranean ocean was extending toward the misty Syria and Lebanon. “What a view, but I wonder where Justine disappeared to. The bikes are at the entrance, but I see no sign of her.” He sat, gazing at the ocean, when he felt her hands coming from behind over his face. She was wearing her most resplendent smile and in her hand, a key was dangling. “We will do something different tonight. I found a place to sleep on the beach.” Etienne was so happy to see her safe and joyful. He had begun to worry about her, but holding her in his arm, he forgot to ask where she had been. She pulled him by the hand, running out of the garden to the bikes.

  “We will be settling in a cottage down the road,” Justine yelled and she started her engines. Etienne jumped on his bike and went in pursuit. She turned into a path off the dirt road and the trail led to a charming wooden cottage. She ran to unlock the door and pretended to take him in her arms to go inside. On the way Etienne shivered, feeling a sudden cold breeze arising from the sea. He was quite happy to see a fire crackling in the hearth. They found a white and a brown cassock spread on the sofa. “I have feeling that we are joining the order,” he said removing her shoes and her jean short. She pulled down his jean and kneeled in a prayer. “May I brother?” she intoned. She did not await an answer to begin kissing his penis, already at half-mast. After gentle bites and other caresses, she stood to remove her blouse and slipped in the white tunic. He followed, putting on the brown cassock. They were standing in the only room, an open area surmounted by a mezzanine. Two large baskets, one filled with fruits the other with vegetable, lay on the refectory table. Two set of plates and utensils and two pitchers with mugs completed the rustic table setting. “Is this not wonderful?” she exclaimed. “My dear brother, would you join me on the cushions in front of the fire?” She picked up two ripe apples and pulled him down over the cushions. “This is a blessing for religious lovers,” she exclaimed, filling the two mugs. “It tastes strangely like the drink that I had in the chapel,” she thought, smiling. They began munching on the food. They were soon carried away by a strange, but pleasurable feeling of euphoria.

  Etienne kept looking at her with question marks popping from his eyes. Yet she was enjoying making him languish a little longer. He was using great resolve not to utter the first word. Justine, putting on her most convincing smile, began her report. “Some people of this island have the strangest ways to treat women. You will have difficulties in believing my story, my dearest.”

  “When you left me I was attracted by a bunch of tall white marguerites growing in the back of the garden. I was surprised that they could grow so tall this close to the sea. A presence at my side pulled me from my observation. A young monk took me by the hand and in broken English, pointed the way for me to follow him. He led me to a small side door in the wall to enter the monastery. He kept moving toward a large wooden door, that he unlocked. He pulled me inside and brought his finger to his lips, asking for my silence. He cracked a match and lit a long candle. He proceeded to light several candelabras. In the diffuse light, I noticed that I had entered a chapel mostly barren, except for twelve chairs overlooking an altar. The altar was in fact a flat stone raised only a few feet from the ground and holding two piles of black velvet cushions. At one end of the altar, there was a large gold vessel glaring in the candlelight. In front of the vessel, stood a mirror, hinged with side panels and inserted with precious stones. The monk was still holding his finger to demand silence. He led the way to help me sit on the altar. He went back to open a wall cabinet and brought a gold goblet and a carafe. He handed the goblet with a sign to drink. I had developed quite a thirst on the way from Nicosia and I had no reason to be suspicious of a man of the church. I drank the liquid in one shot and extended my mug for a refill. Etienne this was the most delicious potion that I ever drank. The flavor came close to what we are now drinking. I began to feel so good. I figured that I was coming close to heaven. A cloud of joy had overtaken me and I could feel my body floating over the altar.”

  “The little monk removed my clothing and made me kneel on a small cushion on the altar. He placed a pile of cushions under my belly and led me face down over the pile. He added two cushions under my chin. I was facing the mirror reflecting my image, while he adjusted the side to allow me a full view of the rear. In front of me, laid a golden bowl. He went back to the little closet and came with a gold vial. ‘You will enjoy this myrrh potion little girl, just be patient,’ he said in a soft voice. He placed the vial on the altar and began massaging my back from neck to toes. An intense feeling of well-being had taken possession of my mind and of my body. With great difficulty, I turned on my back and opened my thighs, begging for caresses from his agile fingers. His little hands, dripping from the special lubricant, were already responding. The right hand began kneading and invading my pussy, while the left penetrated my ass. I could feel the hands caressing inside my womb and stomach.”

  “A beautiful hymn began resounding and the monk turned my body over the cushions. From the mirror, I saw a file of monks, their heads concealed in their hood. They marched in a singing procession and surrounded the altar. The circle of faceless singing monks was both frightening and exciting. I let myself float away with the notes of their austere music. The tallest of monks, who appeared to be the leader, came in front of me and lifted his cassock to his waist revealing his genitals. The little monk carried a gold tray from the wall closet. It held a golden chain, a locking device and at the end of the chain, an inch long clamp, looking like a very small hair barrette. The little monk came forward and captured the giant’s private parts, testicles and all. He took the chain, secured it tightly around his swelling penis and his testicles and locked the chain in place. He rubbed the genitals of the monk with the cream from the vial.”

  “The monk turned around and I could see him in the mirror approaching me from behind. I saw him raise his penis and slide it with ease inside my pussy. The little monk came from under and gently pinched the c
lamp around the softness of my love bud. The pressure of the cold metal surprised me. I shrieked from the stimulation. The monks began singing louder covering my voice. My mind was floating far away from them and eyes closed, I was feeling the penis moving inside calling for the attention of every cell in my pussy. I became agitated from the intensity of the sensations that was invading all my senses simultaneously and bringing a sustained feeling of ecstasy.”

  “The monks tied their cassock inside their belt. With one hand they began masturbating, while the other began gentle caresses touching my body. The tall monk stood still for a moment to let me appease. I felt my love button stretching, dragged by the chain. From the mirror my eye caught his movements. His motion activated the claw pulling at my love bud. My screaming had transformed into a deep tone shrill of pleasure and I increased my sensations pulling my body to counter his movement. I was going from spasm to spasm barely conscious of the other monks parading in turn to ejaculate in the golden bowl, under my nose. The tormenter adjusted his motion to prevent me from hurting myself. I was jolted by shocks sending pleasure to my body from my finger tips to my toe nails. I felt the monk ejaculate and his sperm brought a calm soothing inside my womb.”

  “The monks resumed their procession, signing their psalms on the way out of the chapel. Everything went silent and the little monk pulled me on my back to lie comfortably on the cushions. I was falling asleep and I could feel the sponge cleaning my body and the renewed massage of the cream. I came out of sleep, when the monk whispered in my ear that it was time to go. I stood invigorated and followed him to the passage way, out of the wall. He stood with me handing a key. ‘Do not head back to the city tonight. You will find all the comfort at the cottage, a few hundred meters down the road.’”

  Etienne held her close in front of the dying fire. He was overwhelmed and aroused by the strange tale. He pressed his penis over her wet pussy and remained motionless. “I figure that you deserve a rest.”

  “Goodnight!” they said in unison and they fell asleep.

  They returned to the flat by late morning and after a light lunch they resolved to spend the rest of the day in bed. They awoke by mid-afternoon and for a few hours Justine continued sharing with Etienne memories from her teenage adventures. A startling beauty with from the age of twelve, Justine was guided by Isis, her mentor, to experience erotic encounters of increasing intensity. Difficult early years and the abuse of her father taught Justine the fine art of managing male encounters to her advantage. Each of these events contributed to develop her as the perfect love mate to share pleasure with her lover.

  Etienne was taking it all in, her pleasures, her pains, her exploits, her failures. But her story was also creating a large void within his soul. The void of wanting to have been there with her, to cause and share her experiences. The pleasure of wanting was aggravating the pain of lacking that very thing.

  Interlude at the flat

  Etienne visited a photo shop for a picture to renew his passport. The girl tending the camera was quite a vision. She was slightly shorter than Justine, but her delicate features were quite the opposite. She had black shining hair, tied in a bun. Her face and skin were of the white of the purest alabaster. Her wide black eyes were slanted. Her short skirt emphasized long slim legs and thighs and the white blouse promoted small but firm pear shaped breasts with pointing dark nipples pushing forward on the silk barrier. Etienne was intrigued and could not resist inviting her for coffee next door.

  She welcomed his enquiry. “My name is Natalia. I was born in Russia, of Mongolian parents. I was lured to this island by false promises, to be condemned to a life of prostitution. After a few months, I was rescued by a Swedish government representative, who paid a large ransom for my freedom. After first meeting me at the club, he arranged to spend a weekend with me. I think that he became infatuated, although I do not think that we are in love. He keeps visiting his consulate a few times a year and I enjoyed his company to the point that I did not find it important to find a boyfriend, despite the occasional offers. He said that he would like to keep me in his life, but he finally admitted that it would be complicated. I understood that he was married. I left it at that.”

  “He is arriving tomorrow. He has no friend on the island, other than the consulate personnel, which he prefers to avoid.” Her pouting was a message in itself.

  “Natalia, you are a vision of beauty and charm that is overtaking my emotions,” but I am in love with Justine. I would be honored however, to invite you and …”

  “Thor,” she quickly replied.

  “I would suggest, that we meet, out of the way, in Agia Napa, for dinner tomorrow evening at seven o’clock, at Hokkaido my favorite Japanese restaurant.” He kissed Natalia and gave her his cellular number. “I hope you make it,” he said and he left.

  On his way out of the apartment earlier for his morning coffee and the planned visit to the photo shop, Etienne had quietly pulled the doorknob of the front door to avoid disturbing Justine’s beauty sleep. He could see her sprawled on the bed with her butt teasing him and for a moment, he was tempted to return to his favorite toy, for a little play. He left the door slightly ajar. “I assume there is no danger of intrusion at this time of the morning.” He did not see that the door down the hall was closing slowly, on an observer who preferred to remain clandestine about his motive.

  He returned within a few hours after the photo shop interlude with the usual rose between his teeth and pushed the unlocked door. He was pleased by the vision of Justine sitting in bed smiling at him. He handed the rose and sitting at her side, he pressed his lips on her shoulder. His hand touched a large wet spot on the mattress. He looked at her inquisitively. She put on her guilty pout.

  “So!”

  “I felt so bad for that poor soul.”

  “I was still asleep, when I felt a caress along my thigh. At first I did not open my eyes, assuming that you were back. After a while, I did not recognize your familiar caresses and scent. I was troubled to see this strange man standing beside the bed. He looked so pitiful that when he saw me looking at him, he got down on his knees, begging for my pardon. I took his hand and pulled him next to me. With his eyes shut tight, he looked in heaven. His body was stiff like a piece of metal. Then, I noticed the bulge in his pants. Curiosity took hold of me and I undid his zipper. I felt him tense up, when I pulled his equipment out. It appeared interesting and reasonably clean. I began masturbating him with my hand. After a while my arm was getting numb. Just when I released his penis, he erupted. Etienne believe me, he kept coming with loads and loads. He stood to leave and I told him to never come back. After he left, I notice the large spot on the bed. I wiped as much as I could, but this sheet is good for the cleaner.” Resuming her usual stance, Justine insisted on riding over Etienne, beginning a gallop until she collapsed on the mattress.

  “By the way my angel, we may have a date tonight in Agia Napa.” He could not be certain, that she heard him. They slept, tucked up together, all afternoon.

  Agia Napa

  The sound of the phone ringing awoke him. It was Natalia, confirming the date at Agia Napa. “Wake up my angel we are meeting new friends at the Hokkaido.” Etienne recounted his conversation at the photo shop. “She is quite a darling. I hope that her friend is not a bore.”

  “Her story is so sad. I am curious to meet her and to understand why she had such an effect on you,” she answered, adopting her semi-serious look.

  Justine slipped on her light green satin costume. “Are you certain you will not freeze your pussy on the way back?” Etienne commented, teasing her. He pulled her into his arm for a kiss. “You look especially gorgeous tonight.”

  They arrived at Agia Napa. The night lights began to erupt like fire crackers. The city at the far eastern end of the island is famous for its large sandy beaches. A favorite jet set destination, along with Ibiza, Rimini and Portofino, it holds the title of a party capital. The lovers enjoyed many excursions to the Nissi public beach, t
he island’s largest beach after Famagousta, inaccessible since being occupied by Turkey. The city boasts hundreds of nightclubs, hotels and restaurants glittering in the night. More humble than Las Vegas in investment, it keeps up with its lively animation.

  They parked the bikes on the street facing the Hokkaido. They were just sitting at their table, when Etienne saw Natalia emerging at the front door. Just behind her stood a tall blond Viking. Natalia was wrapped in a short black silk dress that enhanced her pale complexion, blending with her long black hair, released down to her waist. Etienne came to meet them. She hugged him, her lips brushing for a moment on his earlobe. “Meet my dear friend Thor.” They moved toward the table. The candelabras were glowing over Justine, amplifying the radiance of her tanned complexion over the green satin strapless sheath dress. Etienne completed the introductions and helped Natalia to the bench at his side. He saw Thor holding Justine’s hand and could not help noticing the intensity of the smiles that they were exchanging, their eyes locked into each other’s. When Thor sat at her side, Etienne noticed with surprise that Justine was actually blushing. Natalia did not miss registering the connection and turned to Etienne. “I really enjoy Japanese food, she said, and it is good for my waist line.” After a while it appeared that the new couples had begun to follow exclusive conversations. Few exchanges were directed across the table. Etienne opted to move with the flow and concentrate on Natalia.

  Two bottles of warm sake completed the dinner. On the way out, Thor suggested that they visit the Blue Moon Bar. “The Bar,” he explained, “is the number one Scandinavian bar, with locations around the world. You will hear all the greatest sounds and the hottest tracks on the club scene.” Natalia holding Etienne’s arm followed Thor and Justine for a couple of blocks to the nightclub.