"Su, a midget and a broken bottle"

Would you like to know how it happened that I was paid a visit by riders and thundering monarchs from the Gobi desert? One time, a royal emissary called me on the phone. He desperately wanted me to attend a royal dinner and so he offered me a great cart to take me there. Humph! I just snorted at him. How come? I will not step my delicate foot in slippers in a four wheel mechanical vechicle! I can only ride in a pumpkin carriage! I shouted so as not to give away my weakness. But this midget, who had a dick like a horse, just drove away without much thinking. I was left all alone with my caprice, which always makes my body burn with fury. Going back to my little palace at the end of rue Pampillon I thought that once again I behaved impolitely. I shouldn’t have just snorted and sniggered at this midget – maybe he was a decent guy? In my room on the table there is a bottle, magical one - I must say,  which always fills itself with old wine, over and over again. An old tile creaked and sounds came out of it, like night butterflies, of a melody by some whatsisname musician – one of those Classical Ones.  Suddenly, my palace’s door screeched and I jumped on the springs of my armchair – though it’s an old armchair and it’s dangerous to jump on it. Before me appeared giant and good looking men. Their bodies were well built and strong. And their eyes – my, what eyes they had! Full of color, and yet full of strength. You could see royalty in them at first look! The table at which I was sitting shook and rolled like a wheel in a strange dance and the magical bottle went down to the floor and.... O fuck! Broke into pieces making a sound of torment! I was about to yell at the newcomers, but  when I looked in their eyes....oh, those eyes...I was stroken and my legs bent in a curtsey. I curtseyed politeley, just as I was taught, and asked:

• Who would you like to see my lords?

It was rather foolish as it was easy to figure that they were here to see me.

• You! My dear! You’re going to see the king. Take your kimono and other stuff. And for God’s sake put on some decent shoes, rather than those pathetic slippers!!!!

I thought it a bit strange that a rider from the Gobi desert knew anything about the newest trends in fashion!?! Hmmm, maybe that day everything was possible???? With one move of his hand, the man took me and put on his stallion and we were on our way! The wind blew in my face and lashed my cheeks, my breasts and hips swayed lewdly in this wild journey. I thought that it would never end, but suddenly the light of the desert sun dazzled me. And then I saw...

 

 

...and then...

....and then I saw...Beautiful, thundering monarchs from the Gobi desert. What majesty!!  Oh good lords of great strength and with bodies burnt in so many battles. With sullen faces, but with masterful eyes. Oh, I missed those eyes, this look that overwhelms and at the same time sets free. That is what I desired and searched for my whole tiresome existence, burning in the fire of passion, which could never reach its apogee! Albeit wanting to desire more, my life and my body became a torture to me. And suddenly, one look was enough to fulfill my desires and unleash in me this wish to serve others. Oh Divine One!!! How can I earn your approval? I want to serve you, oh king of eternity, because it is you who leads to the land of eternal solace! Unexpectedly, I became sad. Maybe it’s because my pride spoke through me. I wanted to rule every gesture, but power can only be given and one cannot claim it and try to usurp it. It is not right. I understood that and so I nooded and bowed, but He, the ruler of the land not known to me before, looked at me with unexpected favour and whispered:

• Come girl, enter my chambers and make yourself comfortable. Taste all the pleasures!

How greatful I was. How much I wanted to fulfill his every wish. But he, the great lord, did not ask that of me - yet. He just looked. He took pleasure in watching me, his new toy. He gave me sweets which were not for everyone. I tasted all of that, little by little, slowly, so as not to lose too much of that moment. And he, the great lord, smiled at me gently. That was when I felt as if I was close to my father whom the cruel fate took from me too soon. The lord looked at me as at his little daughter, with tenderness and concern. He was drinking green tea form a porcelain chinese cup sitting on a carpet, which looked as it would just fly away. At any moment it could soar into the sky and become a free bird, an eagle or a hawk which hunts only once a day. He, the lord, was the only Saviour I ever wanted – a Monarch in this strange land. Gobi – neither a desert nor aplace half way by the lake Baikal. Just a Lord, almighty form a land which not everyone of you will be blessed to see.