Wednesday, December 23, 2015

The Waking Beauty

The first touch of his cold fingers had a warmth to it that Sheryl couldn’t quite place. As his fingers grazed her neck inching slowly and deliberately all the way down to her bosom, a chill ran down her spine. He was finally here to claim her.

Sheryl had felt his presence before. She had heard his whispers. But it had always been like the wind in some distant corn field. But tonight, she could feel his breath on her skin right behind her ear, and his voice had a piercing clarity.

“Give in, Sheryl… I know you want me too”

In that instant, she knew exactly where the warmth was radiating from. Her body, withering from years of abuse and neglect, quivered as she felt his hand slide down and deeper into her warmth. She felt his cold, impudent mouth on the nape of her neck and she found herself surrendering to his whims and fancies. Tonight would be the night

Sheryl had never felt love. No, it wasn’t love that resulted in her teenage pregnancy four years back. In fact it may have been the lack of it that led her to neglecting her baby to the extent of starving it to death. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe some misplaced motherly instinct in her told her that her breast-milk was too contaminated for her child. Maybe she just didn’t care enough. She would do anything at all and fuck anyone at all to be able to buy herself another fix. Yes, Sheryl led a loveless life

She expected him to grab her hair and take her from behind, like many others before him had. She expected no tenderness, love, or care. She expected him to rip her to shreds. But instead, he turned her around, and in his deep blue eyes, she saw something she had never seen before. She wished it had been kindness… or pity - emotions that she was familiar with, thanks to occasional wayfarers who did not want to stick it in her and bought her a meal instead. But what she saw in his eyes was neither  

Sheryl was just twelve when she had her first whiff of cocaine. She hadn't learnt to snort it yet. Her step-father thought it a good idea to get her to depend on him for something if he wanted to have his way with her. Her mother was by now either too drunk or too grumpy or too old to excite her 'daddy'. Reality turned ugly and looked tolerable when it remained a blur. So it did not take Sheryl too long to graduate to shooting speedballs up her veins through a syringe

Sheryl did not close her eyes or reciprocate when the cold lips touched hers. But she suddenly felt the warmth between her legs getting transferred to her bosom. No, it was not just on her bosom. She felt it somewhere deeper in her heart and she couldn't figure for the love of God why her eyes were welling up. So she closed them tight letting the tears stream down her cheek, locked her trembling lips with his, and felt the warmth engulf her entire being

Somewhere, on a cold winter night a long time ago, a handsome bearded man she had little memory of was reading from a fairy tale book to his baby girl.

"At the top of the staircase, the prince moved on past sleeping footmen and silent chambermaids until he came to the room in which the velvet couch was. The prince's heart overflowed with love as he gazed upon the lovely girl, fast asleep. Never in his life had he set eyes on such tender beauty. He could not help but fall in love at first fond sight. Bending down, he planted a gentle kiss upon her lips. The princess awoke"

Sheryl bit her lips and muffled her moans as his mouth wandered around exploring her. He did not leave any bit of her skin untouched. The little nibbles, the soft grazing of his moist tongue, the gentle caress of his fingertips, all left her wanting more and more. And then she gasped as she felt him enter her slowly and fill her up from within. For a second Sheryl thought she could hear the siren of an ambulance. But then, pleasure took over her senses
In the chill of the winter night a long time ago, the story continued

“The princess awoke. She stared uncertainly at this intruder on her dreams; and then slowly her gaze mellowed into purest love. The palace suddenly grew light and warm: Sunlight streamed in through doors and windows, making the dust and cobwebs fade right away. Outside, the dense forest faded and gave way to green lawns and rose beds, lakes and fountains – just as it all had been one hundred years before upon Aurora’s birthday”

In the distance, Sheryl could hear unfamiliar voices calling out to her, asking her if she could hear them and begging her to stay with them. Beneath her she could hear a constant rumbling, like that of trolley-wheels. And above her, beyond her lover's shoulder, blurry hospital lights were passing by like an endless train. But Sheryl couldn't care less. For the first time in her life Sheryl Aurora Barker was being made love to. How could she have known that true love was just one overdose of cocaine away. One spine shattering orgasm, and he would carry her away in his strong arms to his dark realm, far far away from this loveless world

“The hour soon came for Prince Charming and Princess Aurora to set off on their honeymoon. Leading the way down to the stream, the Lilac Fairy helped them into her waiting boat. And with a wave of her magic wand, she sent the boat gliding smoothly down the stream, pulled as before on silken threads by three giant butterflies. As the king and queen and all the guests waved goodbye, the Lilac Fairy smiled a contented smile”

For she knew that Death had conquered Life… once again.