Saint Spirit

by Quelli di ZEd

I ignored even."

  "My dear, your charm now belongs to other dimension. You don't fear to abandon this body, because so much the beauty you will bring you her I approach and it will be eternal. Before you will decide to look aloft and to push you over the forgetfulness, and before you will taste the joy to hover fast on the everything that is not anything by now for you. Is here more, more your torments will be turned into powerful anchors that won't allow you craved him leap toward the sky which you will inhale, among some time, with all you same" it said him with to do calm but peremptory.

  "That you ever say, I am alive, more alive than you that to lines you have the golden one that escapes your body for then to return you. I am here because I have craves to experiment you, I spur you to experiment me!"

  It decreased the opening of his/her eyelids and his/her eyes they became those of a cat, with the so sharp look to remove the breath. You abandoned on the velvet in earth and smiled how come to anybody you/he/she had seen to do.

  Saint struck with the temple the edge of the cart of metal, so its fall from the chair, besides sudden, it was unpleasantly also painful. It got up of release, forgetful of the pain, and it apparently fixed that inactive body. The vision just lived in its intimate had him/it shattered. Had not absolutely gone in astral! Having simply had the impression that its intuition had been deceived by the Spirit that trasumanava by that body, that still faked him the golden one of a living person, you/he/she had required to a deeper part of its intimate to illuminate him the matter. It was now before even more esterrefatto of. Usually, for the Spirits that pierced, it created an ideal place, so that you/he/she could more softly accompany then them possible verse the other dimension. Those usual images were as you fade, to read. He drove those particles of Spirit that transmigrated from the body, it gathered her together and almost him same it helped her to express the them same wish. This time he was found again in front of a complete soul, strong, that any trauma was not living for the passing. That soul had created it same the place of their meeting and already had one total autonomy of his, as if had telepathically communicated with one peer of his, made of meat and bones!

  It went out in the corridor to smoke. It reflected for a long time on that experience. You/he/she could have of forehead a possessed body and, once died the legitimate owner, the Spirit that shared that abode, still there inside, not having suffered the passage from the life to the death, it was still in the full possession of his/her powers and it made fun of of him. In the meantime who knows that torments it crossed the poor soul still trapped in that body, with a demon as sharpens. In that case he absolutely had to separate the destiny of those two entities detaching her from the subject that it tied her together. Definite. With his/her same smile that tickled his lips, you/he/she would have done what that vision you/he/she had asked him. To make the love with a demon that the parasite did in an extraneous body to illegitimately taste the pleasures of the subject entangled him/it and it excited him/it perdutamente. The ghost didn't absolutely know with whom had to whether to do, he knew a lot of secrets to imprison or to sweep far away a soul, was perfectly found to his/her ease to wander in astral and in more you/he/she had the strength to have a living body to his/her service that protected him/it chaining him/it to the material dimension.

  It reentered in the room, he directed toward that authentic body of fairy that contained in itself the conscience of the eros and the sex.

  "Eccomi again here for you, stupendous creature. Anything you are, I will grant every your application with the most sincere voluptuousness and immense appetite for that pale velvet that dresses again you."

  Finished saying this, it was already naked. It passed lips and language, alternating her, on the whole surface of that cold body that almost seemed to revive for an instant, trembling as soon as. Few instants and his/her ardor of passionate man it flowed in a furious penetration of that immovable Egyptian goddess. It frantically pumped arching the back and contracting the muscles of the gluteis for the effort and, to the top of the pleasure, when its seed and all of its energy materialized him in that abundant seminal liquid, the two eyelids sealed of the corpse under of him opened showing two deep black eyes, wide open for the amazement and for the terror together.

  The heart of Saint for an instant stumbled, its pulsations they crossed, they were stopped few instants, then they were ventured in a frantic run that he/she almost killed him/it. You, pale, still disoriented, nothing didn't understand for quite a lot minutes. That immovable and naked man looked, you/he/she strove him to understand where you/he/she was, who pits. Were you naked? It warned a feeling of unbearable cold, and when him made account that that cold originated her from inside, you/he/she was taken by a dismay madman. The fear wound him and suffocated her/it, and only the most desperate instinct of survival made her open mouth.

  "I pray you, embrace me, I am so much cold."

  The voice that went out of her lips contained fragrances of defenseless young girl and an acute point of desperation that would have made to kneel even the haughty of the kings. In front of a similar so necessary application for that I still exhale of echoing woman in the room, Saint was reawakened by that paralysis that it held him/it suspended between the life and the death and without thinking it made the thing most natural that a man could do for serving a lady in danger. You stretched above her, entwined around the beautiful body with the whole surface of which it prepared and it protected her/it with the whole love that gushes out from a to be short-lived for his similar, with the whole tenderness and the strength of a thoughtful father for the only his/her daughter.

  They kissed, they were tightened mute. She cried storming in roaring hiccups that tortured her the breast and him he/she drank from her breasts that torments and it calmed her/it.

  "I love you" it said him "you represent everything the impossible of my terrestrial life, six the amazement for he who everything knows."

  She sank the face in the neck of Saint, it tortured him/it with the levità of languid alternate kisses to ferocious bites, greedily sucking him/it. The female hysteria without hesitations, without control, that need of mantis, of devourer of men, as much as the childish desperation of a frightened child was present that wanted to melt with the fatherly braccias. The two antithetical passions melted him in an only motion and they resolved him in the intoxicated ardor of an univocal pulsation, blood toward the bassoventre, that turned her/it into an excited animal. Dafne opened the legs to that stranger and exhorted him/it, touching his sex with feverish hands, to penetrate her/it. This time the embrace, fed by both that bodies injected of dionisiaca folly, exploded with an assembled emotional man by to leave the two deprived lovers of senses.

  The room is night.

  The air is alive, it breathes.

  Eros and Thanatos experiment the truce.

  It was him the first one to open the eyes. It fixed his/her hands her hands. There was everything, that body, that incommensurable spell that had him/it abducted to his/her esoteric ratiocination. Now he was completely awake and shiny and its implacable conscience was thirsty of explanations. It slightly bumped her shoulder with a hand and it fixed that face that plain pian revived him.

  "Who six? What does everything this mean?"

  You repurchased his/her lucidity and with it his/her nature of woman of elite. Smiling haughty and superb as embodied Osiride, said:

  "Well Saint, has been me to desire this meeting and, as you have already had the opportunity to ascertain, hate the uses and the conventional customs that people adopt for reaching a purpose. I am the widow of the count Monteghini, that millionaire that broke him in auto two months ago totally undoing himself/herself/itself, to which then you magistrally gave back an aspect of such noble corpse not to seem so much beautiful even from alive. After his/her death you/he/she had been born in me the total obsession of as I would have presented the day of my funeral. Would I have succeeded in being still the fascinating woman that I/you/they am? No, not to misunderstand me
, realizes already the disgust from your look. I absolutely am not a superficial person that essentially minds the aesthetics, my self is totally in the depth of anything. I need estremizzare any event, whatever idea or desire me you look out upon him before. It is the classical illness of all the rich people, only that I don't accumulate objects as they do certain well-off, but events, emotions, tears of existence, of any type. What has happened here, however, is an unexpected event of the matter. I have assumed a poison that would have had to make me seem dead up to tomorrow's afternoon and I has entrusted me same the doctor to warn not to practise you on my person any type of job invasivo, limiting you to the mere makeup that your hands divinely create. I wanted stupendous apparir for the guests to my funeral, that is organized already as it was one day of frill, and I wanted to have the privilege to reawaken me from that depth sleep and to dismay the whole dull public of the high society; I wanted mirar the beauty that I would have been able to offer in gift to the death, if I/you was never aroused me. Does it seem yourself insane all this?"

  Saint listened to him to open mouth. It was the first time that a human being surprised him/it