A princess who fell in love with suffering (translate by Mati)
A dreamy butterfly and a princess.
This story comes from a land of Nusomia, which was woven by one little princess as a gift for a stranger.
The princess hid in her hands all the butterflies from her garden. She loved the tears that slowly streaked down her cheaks and used to scream silently in her sleep. Sometimes, with rosy cheeks and gasping for breath she wandered in the meadows while the birds sung soothing songs for her. Her soul, however, restless like a a humming bird's wings wished to escape from the body of a princess. Her feet, barely touching the ground carried her through the marshes. She couldn't, or rather didn't want to, come home. However, the time of her spring walk finally came to an end and it was time to come back. Only that...not all the flowers have shed their petals and the spring dew still couldn't be poured into a pot. The princess was still awaiting impatiently the end of the time of weakness. She was catching butterflies and hiding them beneath her muslin dress. "This summer I will have splendid fun", thought the princess, "let me just catch the wind wandering in the forests and meadows."
Exhausetd by this tiring exercise, she sat on a stone near her royal pond and fell asleep.
She dreamt that....
Tom always took his women from behind, on the back seat of his Ford Mondeo. He never took those born before the year 1980. Desperately excited women , mesmerized by his huge body would stick to him like flies or other such creatures. This time, however, he had to use a different technique of winning a woman. His new prey was resistant to standard male advances such as kissing hands instead of just saying hello. And he really wanted her very much, but didn't want to make any effort to win her - what was the point? Women usually laid at his feet and fought for his wild passion full of testoron.
It was not a typical conversation, without any affectation, just an honest confession. One quick "no" and she turned around and walked away escaping from this stalker. To go to bed with him - brrr. She could sense in this malish behaviour of his something strange - and she was not mistaken. He had certain "preferences". Something hidden deep inside, underneath his skin, which scared her.
A beautiful coctail dress with rose pattern and the sound of ritual bells welcomed her at the beach. Touching the sand with her bare feet, like a fairy, she was holding a lit cigarrete in her hand. "In love, ohh, I'm in love", she hummed. And suddenly a kind of tenderness for an abandoned creature awoke in her. But for whom? And by whom? She started to love, gently and innocently at first, then more and more intensely. And finally, she transformed into a real, brutal butterfly that eats its beloved one after mating. She would explode exstatically with each act of love, and without any shame she would give birth to the sounds of pleasure. She spread her wings of passion wishing to embrace every creature around her. She became her own passion and her own suffering.
Meanwhile, Tom would enjoy ever better the love game played with his mistresses. In every one of them he would find something from his own self, because what he was really looking for in those chicks was his own image. He was only careful when meeting with the princess from the lake.
And he could see that she was becoming his obsessive desire. The arms with which she would embrace him started to cluch his muscles so tight, like iron rings. Her fingers burned his skin with every touch. Sometimes, in these embraces he would feel hatered burning like a flame, hatered so strong that it could destroy a whole city with one breath. He was choking, and at the same time he wanted more. One day, looking into the mirror he saw himself without his outer shell, his outer layer. That what he could see did not frighten him, but even gave him more strenght and courage. He was glistening, he was sticky, odourless and sexless and his body looked enticingly beautiful. At first, he thought that he had become an angel, but no, he could still feel his burning skin which he had just shed. All of his previous thoughts and wishes were gone. He was alone, only with himself in this one beautiful moment.
And then she opened her eyes and stopped dreaming.
The day was slowly falling asleep, outside clouds were chasing each other like mad. A storm was coming - very rough storm. Raindrops were missing their heads and freezing in the air. And they could feel that they existed. The felt truly alive.
This story comes from a land of Nusomia, which was woven by one little princess as a gift for a stranger.
The princess hid in her hands all the butterflies from her garden. She loved the tears that slowly streaked down her cheaks and used to scream silently in her sleep. Sometimes, with rosy cheeks and gasping for breath she wandered in the meadows while the birds sung soothing songs for her. Her soul, however, restless like a a humming bird's wings wished to escape from the body of a princess. Her feet, barely touching the ground carried her through the marshes. She couldn't, or rather didn't want to, come home. However, the time of her spring walk finally came to an end and it was time to come back. Only that...not all the flowers have shed their petals and the spring dew still couldn't be poured into a pot. The princess was still awaiting impatiently the end of the time of weakness. She was catching butterflies and hiding them beneath her muslin dress. "This summer I will have splendid fun", thought the princess, "let me just catch the wind wandering in the forests and meadows."
Exhausetd by this tiring exercise, she sat on a stone near her royal pond and fell asleep.
She dreamt that....
Tom always took his women from behind, on the back seat of his Ford Mondeo. He never took those born before the year 1980. Desperately excited women , mesmerized by his huge body would stick to him like flies or other such creatures. This time, however, he had to use a different technique of winning a woman. His new prey was resistant to standard male advances such as kissing hands instead of just saying hello. And he really wanted her very much, but didn't want to make any effort to win her - what was the point? Women usually laid at his feet and fought for his wild passion full of testoron.
It was not a typical conversation, without any affectation, just an honest confession. One quick "no" and she turned around and walked away escaping from this stalker. To go to bed with him - brrr. She could sense in this malish behaviour of his something strange - and she was not mistaken. He had certain "preferences". Something hidden deep inside, underneath his skin, which scared her.
A beautiful coctail dress with rose pattern and the sound of ritual bells welcomed her at the beach. Touching the sand with her bare feet, like a fairy, she was holding a lit cigarrete in her hand. "In love, ohh, I'm in love", she hummed. And suddenly a kind of tenderness for an abandoned creature awoke in her. But for whom? And by whom? She started to love, gently and innocently at first, then more and more intensely. And finally, she transformed into a real, brutal butterfly that eats its beloved one after mating. She would explode exstatically with each act of love, and without any shame she would give birth to the sounds of pleasure. She spread her wings of passion wishing to embrace every creature around her. She became her own passion and her own suffering.
Meanwhile, Tom would enjoy ever better the love game played with his mistresses. In every one of them he would find something from his own self, because what he was really looking for in those chicks was his own image. He was only careful when meeting with the princess from the lake.
And he could see that she was becoming his obsessive desire. The arms with which she would embrace him started to cluch his muscles so tight, like iron rings. Her fingers burned his skin with every touch. Sometimes, in these embraces he would feel hatered burning like a flame, hatered so strong that it could destroy a whole city with one breath. He was choking, and at the same time he wanted more. One day, looking into the mirror he saw himself without his outer shell, his outer layer. That what he could see did not frighten him, but even gave him more strenght and courage. He was glistening, he was sticky, odourless and sexless and his body looked enticingly beautiful. At first, he thought that he had become an angel, but no, he could still feel his burning skin which he had just shed. All of his previous thoughts and wishes were gone. He was alone, only with himself in this one beautiful moment.
And then she opened her eyes and stopped dreaming.
The day was slowly falling asleep, outside clouds were chasing each other like mad. A storm was coming - very rough storm. Raindrops were missing their heads and freezing in the air. And they could feel that they existed. The felt truly alive.