As Melissa thought about ordering some food, she caught an Italian girl looking at her from the corner of her eye. Olive skinned and with the most wonderful dark brown hair, she sat close by. Melissa smiled at her, noticing how her skin glimmered, illuminated by the purple light and deepening all the time. As the girl’s eyes met her own eyes, Melissa caught her breath. Melissa stared into her dark eyes and smiled back at her. The stranger smiled a slow sensual smile in return. The stranger’s eyes seemed to dance in the candle light from the table. Melissa shivered, although the night was warm. Melissa marvelled at her simple elegant attire. The girl was wearing an alluring black cocktail dress. A gold necklace hung around her slim neck, From her ears hung golden pendant earrings. The girl momentarily caught Melissa’s gaze. The stranger smiled, and as she did so she lit a black, gold tipped cigarette. She flicked her expensive looking gold lighter. The flame flared brightly, and she drew in the smoke. She slowly exhaled leisurely and the smoke rose into the night air. Melissa felt utterly enchanted. A thought crossed her mind. This is no coincidence, but I was meant to be here, for her. A faint feeling of recognition imprinted itself in her mind. Melissa wondered if this girl was the girl in her dreams. A girl who was not what she seemed, but somebody more ancient. The girl smiled again. Now she rose, and approached Melissa's table. Sitting opposite and looking Melissa deep into the eyes, “Ciao Bella”...
Melissa was captivated by her deep dark eyes which seemed to understand her wanderings which had lead her to this place. The girl reached out, stroking Melissa on the chin as she cooed, "You are delightful, my pretty one." Melissa felt her cheeks burning, as much from the heat of her touch as from the seductive teasing in her voice. “My name is I Desire. As you may have guessed, I am not from this place. I am a travelling merchant of sorts. I trade rare and beautiful commodities."
Melissa started to turn away from those eyes as dark as coals. She was suddenly hesitant but she was enticed by the small leather clad box I Desire showed her. “It contains your first gift of our exchanges. It is proof that I can get for you anything you desire.”
Melissa stated she was just an ordinary working girl.
“Do not worry my darling sweet one. My price for whatever you desire is a mere kiss from your lips to mine,” I Desire told her.
Melissa was again mesmerised by the depth of the girls gaze and spellbound by her dark beauty. She did not protest when the girl reached out and stroked her chin once more. She was very epitome of the dark night of seduction, Melissa, thought. The girl's voice reminded her of the smoothness of velvet. Desire’s voice was warm and soft to the ear. The whisper of desire there. Yes definitely. Melissa could sense it as neurons began to spark in her brain. Her sensory faculties were being engaged.
Melissa spoke. “You look like you belong to this place, and yet you say not. Tell me, what are these rare and beautiful commodities you speak of?” Melissa added, “I jested when I said I was an ordinary girl. I'm an English girl, with ambitions. I dreamed of this meeting and something drew me here”. She stared intensely into Desire's eyes, and then looked away. Her attention was brought back by the leather box again and Desire’s remarks about its promises, gifts as she referred to them
“Tell me, come tell me what your gifts are. Do not tease me any longer,” Melissa said, and she reached out boldly. This time, she was unable to resist temptation. Stretching out, she put her hand behind Desire's head and pulled her closer. Leaning forward herself, Melissa allowed her lips to lightly brush Desire's. Her lips were moistened, and Melissa kissed her harder. She parted Desire’s lips with her tongue, caring nothing for the astonished onlookers.
I Desire laughed her delighted approval of Melissa. “Neither of us is what we first appear to be. My summons have gathered me girls from hundreds of kilometres away. You must have exceptional perception to have heard my calls from the shores of England. What deep dreams you have enjoyed, in the depths of night. You have travelled a goodly distance to find me here. I am truly impressed with you. This is your fate. Our lives are intertwined and our destiny is decided. I will answer all your questions in the proper time. For now I ask you to trust your powerful intuitions about me. You know I don't wish to harm you, but to seduce you into my life of intense pleasures. Many I have tempted by my little box. Tell me your heart's desire and it will be my pleasure to grant it. First, let us finish our kiss.”
Melissa didn't hesitate to resume their kiss. As their legs touched, everything around her seemed to flicker to another time and place. The onlookers were forgotten as a dream of yesteryear. The sky changed from violet to blue to violet to red and back to violet. She felt herself drawn into another world. Melissa felt instinctively that I Desire offered her a life of pure kinship and sexual pleasure. There on the table between them was the leather box and the mystery of what will be.
Melissa smiled warmly at her laugh, and returned her approval. Melissa spoke softly to her strange friend. “The power of your thoughts, reached me in my faraway land. Your voice whispered quietly through my mind, intruding into my dreams. Such is the call of the siren. Somehow, I found my way here. I knew as I gazed on your smiling face that you would come to meet me. There is no reason, no logic, just an intuition. I met your lips, as I was meant to meet them. With lust mixed with tenderness. I have placed my trust in you, because I trust my instincts, and I know whatever must happen, must happen because it was destined. My own belief in fate, gives me strength and courage. Your eyes, so dark, and mesmerising, hold me fast. My limbs are trembling. So much is yet unknown, and yet known.”
Melissa did not hesitate to continue kissing her seductive stranger, leaning into her to meet her lips. She let her tongue brush her lips softly again. Melissa kissed her with the force of all her pent up passion. She stroked her cheek with one hand, and held her other hand tightly in her own hand. Desire’s skin was warm and moist against her palms. Desire tilted her head slightly, and Melissa caressed her ears with her lips. Hearing her sighs makes her head swim with lust. The busy cafe was a mere background. She was oblivious to the crowd, the nightfall complete. Nothing existed beyond Desire's face, and time seemed to have stopped. Yet time did not cease its relentless progress. The hours slipped away, consumed by long lingering kisses. Melissa’s hands longed to feel the swelling breasts of her dark companion. Following a long deep kiss she leant back in her seat, and watched Desire's breasts rise and fall. How she longed to feel them, and suck her fiercely jutting nipples. The purple light became lighter, a blue cast illuminated the sea, and became brighter, turning to a rosy glow, as the sun returned to arise anew over the eastern horizon. As the flash of the rising sun blinded my eyes, her mysterious friend had gone.
Melissa looked at the box, admiring its beautiful craftwork, so finely decorated with ancient symbols. She positively stared but didn’t dare to open it, for she knew not what it contained. Melissa scurried back to her hotel room. Undressing, she fell on her bed, laying there naked, a pulsating sensation between her thighs. She clasped the note Desire had left, written in an ornate ancient hand on very old parchment. It read thus, “This leather box is yours to play with as often as you like. If you agree to spend this timeless night of passion with me, I have another one for you.” Melissa fell into a deep sleep...
She dreamt of Temples, of sacred rites to the Goddess of love. She saw herself stripped and naked, laid on a decorated altar. A priestess was leaning over her. The priestess' hands stroked her breasts, and then she felt her body being ravished slowly by many hands. All the while, Melissa was aware that beautiful naked girls were dancing around the altar. The incense was burning, the scent heavy and musky, pungent in her nostrils. She heard voices singing, praising a Goddess. The celebration of the primal act of ritual love making.
Melissa lay for hours and hours in an enchanted sleep. Her sleep was filled with her secret desires of alluring women kissing her so tenderly and so passionately. She never knew she could be loved with such softness and such tireless dedication. The women, her women, caressed every part of her receptive body with succulent servicing. She was their mistress and empress. Their living pleasure was to attend to her every whim.
Melissa lay totally relaxed. She had made love a dozen, perhaps two dozen times with her dream lovers. Each time she rose to higher states of pure ecstasy. Her body was inflamed by consuming passion again and again until she feared her heart would burst. Each time her hand maidens would lick the perspiration from her body and massage away her cares with their sweet kisses and nimble fingers. They delighted in fulfilling her every fantasy time and time again, and then softly nurturing her to be ready for more.
As the hours passed the dreams became increasingly more real to Melissa. She thought to herself, please let me never have to open my eyes. Then she heard the demure laugh of I Desire. Melissa saw her mystery woman laid beside her clad in a black silk garment, which displayed her charms fully. Her dark eyes were filled with desire and love for Melissa.
“You're so brave, yet hesitant my sweet Melissa. I opened your first box for you. Just lift the lid and your beautiful love servants will come to seduce you. They delight in being totally submissive to your commands. For thousands of years they have been among the most prized possessions in my trades with my girls."
Melissa smiled warmly at her laugh, and returned her approval. Outside, the sun was sinking low and then it disappeared below the horizon. All over Pizzo, the lights were coming on as the darkness of night approached.
As the remaining light of sunset filtered into the room through the shutters, Melissa drifted off again for a while. Her dreams overwhelming her, she writhed on her bed, her naked body sweating heavily. Visions flooded her mind. As she lay on the altar, she was aware of many gentle hands caressing her skin. Olive oil was poured onto her naked form. The priestesses parted her thighs, oiling them. Melissa felt oil run down her swollen spilt, and fingers probe her with sensual dexterity. Her state of being was one of utter ecstasy, and as she felt soft lips pull on her erect nipples, she came with a shudder. The realisation that the purpose of these girls was to please the Goddess made Melissa feel abundant love. They did this by the offering up of the sweet juice of their Empress. This was done in an act of wild ritualistic love making.
Sometimes Melissa felt her dreaming was lucid as she went in and out of sleep. Then she dozed again off again. The bed was wet with sweat, and wet from her orgasms. orgasms which came freely while she drifted in and out of sleep. She was aware of Desire, who laughed gently as the girls worked her frenzied body over, and heard her speak of the box. She felt Desire's gaze on her upon her body. How she enjoyed watching Melissa writhe with utter pleasure.
Melissa awoke later on during the early evening, bathed in sweat. Desire, if she had really been in her room, had vanished. She lay on a soaking wet sheet. Melissa shook her head. She shook it as if to clear her mind. The dreams though, those powerful images were imprinted. By the Goddess of Love, she thought. Did I climax so many times while dreaming? She wasn't surprised though, and it had been real enough inside her head.
Melissa looked at the box, recalling Desire's words in the dream, hardly daring to think, but she knew she would open it again. Desire's servants of the Goddess of love are my servants now, and she was their Empress. Melissa rose from the bed, and then quickly lay down again. She felt a little exhausted. As the last rays of the setting sun slanted through the shutters into the room, Melissa was bathed in an eerie violet light.
I must make myself utterly irresistible; tonight is a new moon she thought. Reaching for a cigarette, she lit it, and lay back on the bed. Lazily she blew smoke at the ceiling whilst her other hand stroked her tender sex. I very much need a shower, she thought.
Melissa spoke aloud. “I know somehow you can hear me Desire. This coming night is yours, and we shall indulge our passions. I shall come to the cafe tonight. I know you will be there.” Stubbing out her cigarette, Melissa walked towards the shower cubicle on unsteady legs.
Melissa entered the cafe expectantly. She had decided to wear a very short white skirt, matched with a navy coloured blouse. She allowed her long brown hair to dry naturally, flowing down over her shoulders in waves. Her legs she left bare and tanned. Melissa omitted, with deliberation, to wear neither bra, nor panties. It was 9:30 pm exactly. The atmosphere was charged with expectancy. Melissa noticed very little of the other patrons and the sky outside was a vibrant violet. The hours with her lovers heightened her confidence and sensuality in ways she never knew was possible. She was fast becoming the woman and goddess of love she was born to be.
She found I Desire at her usual corner table. The table faced the view across the sea. She was the perfect vision of a mystery, dark and sensuous, deadly and yet charming. She looked ready to slay or enchant at her whim. She shared a drink with two equally stunning friends. The first had eyes from the land of the Nile. She was a cat-like Egyptian Princess. The second had feet bound since childhood. She was a queen of the Far East who’s every need had been handled by servants. Melissa sensed the absolute power they commanded.