Chapter 13: Allure

A sound, in the middle of the night, woke me up. What was it? Where was it coming from? it sounds like something thrashing with something, bashing woods like creak, creak, creak, creak, creak....all night long. But what could be the reason? The sound of that weird noises, happened every once in a month, for all night long that was not discovered by only me but by the whole neighbourhood, only deaf could say otherwise. Sometimes, it was two bash or three, probably someone riding like a horse. God only knew what it was. I'd just another ugly night, sometimes I heard crying of a boy asking his mom not to take away his lover, sometimes a young girl was screaming out loud early in the morning as if someone was hitting her but she refused to let her husband go, sometimes someone trying to acted like a good man or woman, everyday to have little caress or love from her husband or gossiping with their friends to create new stories against other women's reputation for her husband's love and affection....all out of no where, I never could've guessed, to found out from where, those echos or sounds were coming from. All from thin dark and blue air, my place was really airy place so when all the human halfway to death by sleeping, then those kinds of ugly sounds murmured on the air. I was a student then, when all those things happened, but I was too busy with my life and part time affairs with married women who were not having exploited yet their sexual urban legend thoughts. I was a brilliant student and hardworking young fellow. No time for ethics or philanthropy or chaotic judgment or any sorts of drama in my life. I never cared about anything or aftermath calculations. I always attracted to adults who could handle their own garbage, to me all those creative things to get someone in love with, was garbage, I never could've or would've understood those uncontrollable desires of making fuss or cuss to have someone on my bed. Never felt any interest on any bookish love stories or real one. I was interested only on to myself and my undoing things. I was a young, energetic, brilliant and talented man who had the multitude opportunities to have an affairs with professors wives, daughters or others too. The alluration was heart warming. The world was always generous with lovely, beautiful, sexy and every goodness of the nature and its beauties. I never needed to feel hatred or remorse for my lose. I just needed to move on with someone or something new. Married women to me, was something to learn about their extra curriculum activities, some tried to act, some tried to enjoy or some really was good wives. Wives who were left out by the society or family or husbands or their shortage of capability or inability to attract attention from others, really were the most used human that I'd ever known. Those wives were always attracted to sexuality and sex because they didn't or couldn't enjoyed it. Their admiration towards their husbands were enormous but they could not asked them for their sexual consents. Husbands were always too busy with other's wives for work and young man like me, was busy with their wives, making them happy, teaching them to love their life, entertaining them moreover, we were doing social work for keeping people's marriage and love life alive in their little heart like a fairytale. It was heaven's doing. It was then, when I was hosting to my new fanatic. She was principal of a school, her husband was super busy with his business, travelling around the world, no time for having any romantic affection with his left out wife or chit chats. I met her when I needed permission from her, to made a combine festive dinner arrangements, with her school and mine. I was a high school student, teacher's pet, working for my school's junior section. One day arrangement, nothing to sweat about, that kind of arrangements might help our boys to make friends with girls, learning to feel like a man, understanding the difference and enjoying the fact that they all were turning into a man. The actual motivation was to have fun, that's all, we had planned, all the goodness of opposite sex could've offered by group working or playing or debating. After few private meetings and lunches with her, I got invited to her house, it was a really heavily rained night, I was soaked with water, completely cold wet. When I rushed into her house, it was dark, the door was open, no electricity, so I welcomed myself in the house. I got an appointment of that night with her so there was no problem. I thought the door was opened for me. In that darkness, I was feeling chilled on my spine for some reason, hoping for something unexpected I guess, was walking on the dark when she grabbed my arm to pull me on the corner of the living room and hold my man's pride. She was drunk, they always were, against their will, they always attracted to others man or woman or in the middle. She whispered to my ears, asked me to made love with her, so she could feel like a woman, the lust that she'd forgotten as a feelings, long time ago. She was a mid age, medium size woman, not too attractive or too ugly, pale skin, black hair, always neatly presented infront of others but that night she was on her bath robe, wet hair, wet body, standing against my body, robe was open, wet naked body waited for so long, for my touch, I could not resist. As I was not an admirer of any ethics or prejudice, it was golden opportunity for me. I took out my pride and let her explored it's secrets. She was good. She was making me crazy, licking the tip, playing with it, chewing like a candy that's melting on her mouth, she was asking me to give it to her, she wanted to know how I tasted. I smiled, kissed her for half an hour, touched her nipples, squeezed it a little, tasted it, ate her venus whole way through, fingered it, made the stream flow, it was surprisingly wet, slimy, sweet, savoury to me. She was engaged to me completely, was ready to take me into her when a man hurriedly came into the house and with the help of his torch stepped into the first floor to one the bedroom probably. Whenever it happened, we were stoned, shocked, stunned there, for a while, then I ran, like a barking dog was trying to bite my ass. Heaven's forbid, I could not think of anything but to myself. Afterwards, she shyly accepted our proposal and said to me on my ears, it was her husband, he hadn't been discovered anything but I gave her the night that she could not ever forget then kissed me till my lips were hurting and gave me a scholarship, were I could study at free of cost with a job and an apartment, she had taken care of all my expenses. I could never imagined that she was that much wealthy but for some reason I wasn't expected that and it made me feel sad for her. The woman that's been left out by her husband, were making others to be a good housewife or a very good actress or a good Hitler because whatever we men did for women after all they stayed woman, woman with all conscious, sensitivity, love and affection or sometimes cruelty but still I was their true part time lover.