Chapter 15: Wet tiger

Did anybody ever saw a wet tiger, a tiger which was wet by his multiple wives orgasm, but I did. A man without any control over his ethics or morality. I never could've believed that kind of tiger could even exist. Wet by orgasms. I still couldn't understand the unbounded desire of those girls, they claimed, they didn't need his money but only his lower pride which was man's pride of course. They always touch him here and there to get frustrated and jump on to them just for fun but still they could not be devoted to him for any kind of affairs of flings or marriage. Time passed by he turned to old but they never left his charm or money or desire of pretence of loving him. Only because of his beautiful characteristics, talents and charms kept attracting their attention beyond their desire, for their own loved ones. He could not be married until they said so or could not have kids if they wanted to, even couldn't made love with his lovers till they satisfied by him but look at the ironies, they were not greedy but a pure souls who wanted everything structured for him, from friends list to marriage and kids, even his invested money too was planned by them. Those kinds of pure souls should be restored, that's what I thought for my wet tiger. He could not live without them. That's the purest love that I had ever seen, so I had to leave him to his oasis of goddess. I was not the worship type. I was the witness of his overflowing feelings toward his unreasonable behaviour among his goddesses. No one had any sexual intentions or intercourse or any kind of desires to had any sexuality but still they loved to embrace each other by long gazed systematic scheduled events or hold each other hands for hours after hours, loved to hangout on beaches for fresh pure salty air or camping on the middle of someone else's home or land or any deserted places. I couldn't even imagine the thrill and excitement between that pure spiritual love. I was not the humble human, I guess, who could imagine that pure feelings of love by only looking at it and passed the time by writing poetical serenade. I wished hard to understand that undying devotion of them to each other. I tried to create the romantic atmosphere for him, taught those girls how to express their undying devotion through love with human touch which could activate his certain rigid bodily emotions. I thought his blood flow was being stuck from the brain to heart then to his man's pride which was secretive to everyone. As a friend of his soul, I tried everything for my beloved God gifted, precious friend, only luck of prayers could be the reasons behind our blind faith to each other but still I failed. For hours after hours, he spent his quality wisdom with them, tried his hardest to understand what they wanted without any sexual desires or money from him, or novels of love but alas, not any single one could made him understand. They showed him their naked ass, breasts or even full body as a father of another mother, for consultations of any surgical corrections but nothing happened to his historical man's pride. They tried to accidentally fell on him, naked hugs on drunkenness and various everyday new fan acts. Nevertheless, he was same as always to them. I was like drowning into his oceans of orgasm, so I needed an excuse to breath. What I had learned from him was, patience to find out a way to run, replacement of sexual need with past remorse, love with disappointments and anxiety with confidence. After doing so, I felt sad for him. It seemed all of his life was a beautiful creation that could be followed by any decent human who needed harmony, peace and frigid life. Never seen his greed towards anything. As if everything came to him by his whistles. When I was started to disappointed by the reality then I had known about his secret desired affair. He was deeply in love with his cousin who didn't even like him. His peaceful response to everything was her most disappointing thing. She love a man like lion who always shouted out loud about his prudishness with confidence, proud about having his man's pride and could have the courage to use it. His failure in love life made him faithful dog of everyone excluding me. He was so blinded by his holy spiritual love that he could not undergo of her wishes. I was frightening by the threesome games, game that involved three lovers. It might be inflammatory. His coldly handled love life with his desired woman along with her lover might cause a big fountain one day. However, he didn't disappointed me, that expected time came after few days in her apartment, he lost all his wisdoms and raped her on her sleep but she didn't refused him in her sexual sleep. That clumsy woman didn't even understand probably who was it, her husband or him. I should not said it a rape but by bookish philosophy, whatever any human do sexually against someone's will were considered as rape, that's why, I was bounded by the laws of human rights to claim it a rape. Then he went to abroad for his isolated life. He said me like a confession that he did it, when I asked what, he said sex, I was happy at first then he said he had it with his married beloved cousin but she didn't know. It was like one night stand, she was crying because of her husband's prudent roar, so he lost his control and had sex with her after she slept. I was feeling sadly wrong. But what could I said, he left her finally and started his new career on abroad, he was a wealthy businessman, after that, uncontrollable loss of his experience and expertise of wisdom, he was interested on his artistic career. Later, after few years, he came with his wife to me, they were happy little family blessed by his cousin's idiosyncratic life style that not even after that night changed, but only she had to lost him and his loyal heavenly love.