He took me to Notre dame de Paris and we walked hand in hand, nuzzling and cuddling all the while. I saw the beauty of the river Seine and it was all like a fairytale dream. I loved the fact that my parents had named me Paris because it was definitely the most romantic city ever.
I was ecstatic with joy and I felt like there was nothing that could get better. Brian looked at me and smiled because he was happy at my happiness. I took too many pictures as I wanted the moment to stay still. Brian smiled and told me not to waste the time taking pictures because they won’t stay.
“What do you mean they won’t stay?”
“Honey, we have traveled back in time. You can’t store a memory of the old times because you’re floating in space. You are experiencing all of it but your corporeal body is still in the current dimension.”
I was a little sad, but he kissed me and right there, I forgot every single worry.
“You don’t need to worry. I can’t get you the Paris of 1960’s but I promise when we head back, I am going to bring you to Paris and then you can click as many pictures as you want and they will stay.”
I clapped my hands like a little girl and danced around screaming, “woo hoo”. I was jumping with excitement and as I twirled, my legs got wobbly and I fell on Brian. The movement was so sudden that Brian couldn’t stay in place either and he jerked back and crashed at the pole.
Everything happened so quick that we barely had time to react. I laughed at my silliness and was still smiling until I heard Brian curse.
“Shit! This won’t be good. Fuck! What would I do?”
He was talking more to himself, but I couldn’t understand what had happened. I tried to process the last few moments and absolutely everything seemed normal to me. When I asked him, what was wrong, he gave me no answers.
He asked me to wait at the coffee shop which was across the street as he had something urgent to do. I couldn’t understand what was wrong but agreed because there was so much to Brian which I was still to know.
He promised he would be back and kissed me briefly and left. I walked the few steps to the coffee store which had a very ancient feel to it. I sat there and ordered a hot cappuccino and drank it reliving the beautiful moments I had spent in Brian’s arms.
As time ticked, my restlessness grew. I looked at the old antique clock on the wall. It had been three hours since Brian had gone and there were no signs of his returns. I was scared of him. He had looked tensed.
A lot of thoughts came to me. What if he wasn’t permitted to be in love? What would happen if time travel was not allowed? What could possibly be the reason for his worry? Was there an outer power intervening with our life?
There were too many questions and only Brian could answer. I realized I was a stranger in a new city. I was not even in the same time zone and I had no clue of what to do. What if Brian never returned? I had no way to go back to my old life and I started crying.
I saw a guy looking at my table and I was scared. His eyes looked dark and he was drunk. I was alone and I didn’t know what to do. I looked around and found that the coffee shop was nearly empty. I looked at the server and she passed me a smile.
I put my hands in my pocket and saw that I had no money. I tried explaining to her that I was lost in the city and she told that the coffee was on her. I thanked her for her generosity and wanted to continue talking so that I could shake off the fear. However, the strange guy kept looking at me. His gaze was steady and I decided I had to make a quick exit. As I started leaving the place, he followed me. He was a lot quicker for his age and when he held my hands; my heart began palpitating with fear.
“What do you need? Please let me go.”
He smirked and said, “Not so easily. What are you wearing? You look different. Let me take you home. We can have a lot of fun.”
I repulsed at his touch and tried to push him, but he had a very strong grip. He was perhaps no more than 40 and his hands had a very strong grip.
He pinned me on the wall and he tried groping me. I cried for help, but he put one of his hands on my mouth. I was aghast at how suddenly things had changed until I found someone throwing him off.
I was relieved to see Brian. I ran and quickly melted in his arms.
“Where did you go? Why did you leave me alone? I was so scared without you. I love Paris but only when I am here with you.”
I was blabbering and crying and he kissed me and I stopped muttering and cherished the feel of his lips on me. The stranger had run away and Brian wanted to hunt him down and hurt him, but I asked him to let it go. I had Brian and nothing else mattered.
I loved Paris, but it was not where I belonged. Once the excitement of seeing the romantic beauty of Paris had worn down, I wanted to be back in my city so that we could be in the right dimension and actually have each other by our side. I wanted Brian in my today and not in a time locked in the past.
I looked in his eyes and I said, “Take me back to where we were. Let us start our times together. I want my tomorrow to be with you. We will travel to the Paris of today and we will make it beautiful with our love.”
He had a sad look in his eyes and I couldn’t understand what it meant. I remembered he had run away for an errand and when I asked him, what it was, he showed me his wrist.
The gadget was gone and I was shocked. I understood what had happened. As I had tripped and fallen, his gadget had broken by being hit by the pole. This is why Brian had rushed away. I was appalled and wondered what would happen!
“Would we always be stuck here Brian? Can I never see my people again? What is going to happen? Are there consequences of this time travel? Are you in danger, Brian?”
“One question at a time,” he said and then he told that he had got it fixed. He needed some kind of intervention from his friends. It was hard, but he did it and the machine could work. When he would get back to the current dimension, he would get a replacement by connecting with his peers who are still on the same time dimension.
There was a lot of science involved which I couldn’t process, but I was relieved to know that we could go back to where we really belonged. Messing with time is always a wrong idea and although my dream of being at Paris with the man I loved came true, I was ready to go back to my own home and live with the guy who had claimed my heart.
“Let us go back now, Brian! I would take you to my home. We can sleep together and have some really good time in the bed.” I winked at him and smiled at how desperate I sounded.
He smiled too and murmured, “Would you mind honey spending the night here. I want to make love to my Paris in Paris! It sounds like a cliché and I want to live it.”
“Paris says yes,” I said and hugged him tight and kissed the back of his ears seductively.
“You’re such a tease,” he said and lifted me on his shoulders. I was wearing a skirt and as he lifted me up, he took a little peek beneath and I laughed at him and playfully nudged him.
As I was still seated over his shoulder, I bit him on his neck and licked the back of his ear. I purred and mimicked a cat crying out ‘meow’ and he looked like he wanted to stop right in the middle of the street and ‘do me’.
“Paris, you’re such a sex kitten. I have never seen a more seductive cat. I want you to make those sounds when I cradle you in bed.”
I said nothing, just tugged his earlobe and purred again. I kept on purring ‘meow’ and Brian had a lot of troubles walking the steps. He took me to the nearest hotel where the receptionist gave him a look seeing me hauled on his shoulder. I smiled and said, “He is mine” and the receptionist smiled too.
Perhaps, Paris in the 1960s was used to seeing such romantic affairs and he gave us a key and said, “We won’t disturb you, have a great night”. Brian barely heard what he said as he jumped the stairs and quickly put the keys and locked the room.
Once we were inside, he got me down and without saying anything, kissed me. I felt like he wanted to say so much with a kiss. I opened my lips and let his tongu
e in and we explored each other’s mouth like we were waiting to do it since eternity.
I let my hands roam over his back and he did the same. He kept pushing his hands down and then slowly tugged at the elastic of my skirt. It was a sign that he wanted it gone and I turned a little such that his hands were at the zip. He lowered the zip and pushed the skirt and then my briefs followed.
He dumped his clothes too and in less than a minute, we were both naked and hot and I was already wet as I wanted him inside me. We couldn’t even wait to move to the bed as we stood just beside the door of the room and he pinned me on the gate. The knob seemed to be digging into my back, but I didn’t care. Brian’s hands were over my breasts and he kept playing with them. He massaged the top of one of the breast and pleasure shot through me. They stood erect and Brian pumped them and I could barely stand still. I was melting and falling and he put his strong legs between my thighs to make sure that I could stand still. As his legs touched the insides of my swollen flesh, he smiled seeing how wet I already was.
He lowered his mouth and kissed my earlobes and said, “Purr now” and I could barely speak, leave apart meow. I folded my legs and he pushed it wide apart. I had never quite imagined that it was possible to have sex while standing, pinned to a door but this was Brian and he could practically do anything.
He kissed the tip of my nose and then took my hands in his hand and then slowly kissed them, taking his time to lick every finger. The whole thing was very erotic. He then took my hands and placed it on his genitals as if urging me to cradle him.
It was all the invitation that I needed as I began stroking it. I had really turned into a sex kitten and I wanted to do so much more than touch it. I moved my fingers everywhere and I could see Brian was losing his hold. He was having difficulty standing too as he moaned and I could feel myself panting as well. I suddenly swapped position and I took the lead.
I bent down and started kissing him. I had never done something like this before, but I knew I had never found someone like Brian either. After I was done cradling him, he decided it was time for him to take the lead again. He picked me up and made me sit on the table. The table was cold but with the heat coming through my body, I felt warm.
He pushed my legs apart and started looking at my insides. He let his fingers touch the hole and slowly inserted all his fingers inside. There was barely enough space and I screamed his name. There was nothing I could do and I held on to him for my life. I was feeling thrilled and I wanted him inside me.
Brian climbed over the table and then without wasting another moment, he pushed himself inside me. Instantly, I came and pleasure washed through me. He held my breast and started moving up and down.
He tried to move as deeper as he could and when he touched the core spot, he stayed there firmly. Neither of us moved and we both came together. It was the best experience of my lifetime and I knew it was something I would never forget.
I fell on the table and Brian rested above me. He kept licking my breasts and he was still inside me as if he never wanted to let go. He wasn’t moving but sleeping on that hard cold table with his maleness inside me and his hands playing with my breast, I felt that nothing could go wrong.
Chapter Three
A lot of years have passed and even today when I meet someone who is named Brian, my heart somersaults. He was like a figment of my imagination. Had I not felt things so deeply, I would have thought that he was a dream.
I had come back from Paris after that eventful night spent with Brian. As we were traveling to our time again, I had held his hands but when I landed in New York City, there was no one except me.
I had searched for him everywhere, but he was not there. It was like he was a spirit who could not stay. I could never understand and was baffled. I had cried and was scared and I wanted to go back and bring him but I was not an alien and I had no magic to go back in time.
I had sat in the same Central Park till the sun had set and it was then that I realized Brian was not coming back. I thought that he had ditched me, but I had seen the purest love in his eyes. I had no pictures of him, but my heart remembered every detail of him. I knew he was real, but he was gone.
Some stories don’t just have a happy ending. Ever since that day, I went to the central park every evening with the hope that I would bump into him again. I was in my fifties, but I was still hopeful that he would come back to me. He just can’t go away.
I had a feeling my story hadn’t ended yet and until the day I die, I was not giving up hope. Every evening as I headed to the central park, my heart was filled with hope and as I came back to an empty bed, my eyes were filled with tears. I loved him and I would do every possible thing to have him back.
Looking back I know that there was some error in the time travel gadget. I had broken it and he never told me the full details. Brian perhaps knew he couldn’t come back in the current dimension which is why he had made love so fervently. His intensity of love had left a deep mark in my soul and even when so many years have passed way, the memories of my Paris trip are as fresh as ever.
When I used to close my eyes, I could still feel the touch of his lips and the pleasure which he allowed me to feel. I could almost touch him and when I opened my eyes to an empty bed, the pain almost killed me.
I had lived more than half of my life and I searched him everywhere. I tried looking for him at every place I possibly could. I researched about aliens and extraterrestrial stuff, but all the details on those science oriented sites are gibberish. Aliens aren’t always the one with a big rounded head or multi-colored eyes. They aren’t necessarily ones with extra limbs or computerized brain. Aliens are one among us and I wanted to get back the alien who had invaded my soul.
I picked up one of those sappy romantic books which you read because you never really give up on love. There was a beautiful quote that said,
“Don’t chase love too hard because it will not stay. Go back to where you felt what love truly is and there it will find a way.”
Suddenly, everything made sense. It wasn’t the central park where I had really found Brian. We belonged to Paris. He had said ‘my Paris in Paris’ and it is a cliché and I just knew that I would find him there.
I wasted no time and I knew I had to be there as soon as I could. In all these years, my hopes for finally meeting Brian were the strongest. If I didn’t meet Brian even in Paris, my heart would perhaps never heal. Hope is a dangerous thing as it makes you believe that things will get better and when they don’t, you live the agony and pain all over again.
The flight was unbearably long and I kept reliving the beautiful moments. I wondered if I would remember the way to the hotel or if it would be the coffee shop where I would find him. I wondered if he would recognize me or what he would say to the wrinkles on my face. For a brief moment, I thought what would happen if he had married or was seeing someone.
After a long painful time, my flight finally landed in Paris and my heart kept beating faster than ever.
I went directly to the Eiffel tower and scanned the faces of endless people who were present there. I kept looking, but he was not there. I headed to the hotel but sadly, there was nothing at that place. The people gave me a quizzical look when I asked about the hotel. It had closed down a lot of years before.
I went back to the coffee shop and that was closed too. I cursed how quickly the things had changed and I sat down and cried. I was once again alone and the pain was too much to bear.
I realized finally that not every story meets its end and I was destined to lose Brian. There was no way I could get him back. With my shoulders slumped, I moved to Grand Palais hoping to catch one last glimpse of the place where my parents had met.
It didn’t feel the same as I had felt when I had walked this place with Brian.
I turned around and was about to leave when I heard a voice which made me stop in my tracks.
“How long did it take you to find me?”
I didn’t have to turn back
to know who he was.
“Eternity. It took me an eternity, but I am not letting you go now.”
I said and we kissed.
THE END
Bonus Content – Paranormal Romance Book of the Year
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Susan is one ordinary college girl who is facing troubles from each and every end: her academics are deteriorating; she cannot land a good internship; her current employment status is cringe worthy for her; and her love life is a disaster.
After being terribly dumped, Susan goes to a bar, for a night of fun and moving on, though that night changes her life and turns it upside down.
She gets too drunk, meets a man, blurts out a lot of her secrets and forgets about it the next day. That night and that man change everything in Susan’s life. Her life is completely tossed upside down as a result of a few drinks and a drunken conversation. She has no idea who that guy is or what is about to happen in her life. The story provides comedy and romance, both at the same time. The story covers various relationships: friendship, love, flings. The ups and downs of the story are heart breaking and the humor helps to balance out the lows.
Susan soon turns from an ordinary under graduate student to a very important person in the corporate industry, all thanks to a stroke of luck and a few drinks.
Chapter 1
Honestly, I was flustered after the recent events in my life. I had scored bad, really bad, on my management exam; my finance business proposal bombed badly; I had received rejection letter from 3 different companies, which belonged to 3 different industries; I hated the company where I had managed to get and internship at: and my love life collapsed right in my hands.
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