TW: Sexual content
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It was in the suitcase, folded, among thousands of clothes, which had become a tangle. The things in the suitcase always became a mess, if we look at the way in which the clothes were placed, by the person who had the suitcase in their possession. It was hiding inside the suitcase but managed to stand out from the rest of the luggage. Perhaps its color provoked this, cobalt blue that reminded Greece and the islands that adorn the Mediterranean Sea, cobalt blue used by the ancient Egyptians to make glasses, cobalt blue used by Vermeer for creating “Girl with a Pearl Earring”. The shade of blue that brings electrified caress to whoever touches it, made el vestido look even more wonderful, even more invincible. After all, it had been bought with special intentions, without anyone knowing why it had ended up in the person’s suitcase in the first place. Not that it wasn’t beautiful. It was very beautiful. It reached up to one’s knees and hugged one’s curves perfectly. It was sleeveless and gently caressed the wearer’s shoulders, giving it a glimpse of a hidden haven in fashion. Made by the dainty hands of the fairies that hid in the flower bed under the window of the person to whom el vestido belonged, it harmoniously framed the chest of the person who had it to the extent that the eyes of the rest fell upon the result indiscriminately. The person who would wear it gasped at the sight of it and decided to give it a chance to show off the beauty that was hidden under the sea blue that adorned the fabric. The roommate of the person who would wear it was shocked by the sight of el vestido and suggested that the person not change anything about the stage presence. It had to go down, as it was. The person who would wear it finished with the final touches of the look and put on a pair of pink high shoes. The time had come. The person wearing el vestido slowly descended the stairs, took a deep breath, and entered the living room through the open door. The gazes of the people gathered there fell upon the person and felt her cheeks burn with shame. El vestido managed to distinguish only one glance. That of the shadow.
The shadow, standing in the doorway, let his gaze spread in awe over the body of the person wearing el vestido. The shadow imagined kissing, again and again, passionately, the point where flesh and cloth met, where the heavenly bodies deviated from course while chasing their tails and moving in orbits of pleasure. The one wearing el vestido bit the soft red lips that accompanied the magic, floating in the ether of the hall, and pushed back the naiveties hiding the forehead. Felt uncomfortable, hearing the sound of blood in her veins flowing erratically and took a seat next to the group that was ready to start the presentation. The shadow felt the disputed spot between the legs ignite and pulsate rhythmically synchronized with the hips of the person wearing el vestido, in a failed attempt to conceal the commotion that had been created in the vessels of the aorta which was now about to burst from the passion of the moment. El vestido caught red-handed the shadow, have already been marbled by the drool that flowed from the wearer’s parted lips, as the person explained the cultural heritage of the country that had organized the particular evening. It was all set up for the scene to come this way, el vestido observed. Looked at its owner, as if to whisper words of comfort into her ears that had been engulfed in flames by the tension in the low-ceilinged room. The shadow hung from the lips of the person wearing el vestido, like the hanging gardens of Babylon feeling an inexhaustible sexual desire permeate every cell of the brain system, and notwithstanding anymore, tried not to think about el vestido and the person wearing it. Trying to think of other things. Calmer. More frozen. The shadow was thinking how things would progress if he pushed the person wearing el vestido against the wall that separated the corridor from the courtyard and asked some entirely innocent questions about the origin, the person so proudly declared during the presentation. Only the answers – would be implicit. A nod of satisfaction was enough. So enough for him. Or maybe resort to more drastic solutions, that no one would ever need to find out. The shadow wanted to remove el vestido from the person by any means possible, at all costs.
Like the lightning of god Zeus and the will of a man, the opportunity appeared before the shadow’s eyes and it could not ignore it. Couldn’t give up on her like the others that appeared all these days. It’s now or never, the shadow reminded itself and opened the door to the room with the number 15 faintly written on it. The shadow saw the person wearing el vestido prowling the third-floor hallway. She wanted to sneak it out before the shadow saw her. However, did the person know that the shadow had already heard the footsteps creaking on the wooden floor . And was about to start a new era. The shadow took a few silent leaps to reach the unreachable step of the person wearing el vestido, while it saw a strong hand gently grasping the fabric of which had been materialized. El vestido managed to distinguish the blurred, by the sense of touch, golden irises wishing to beam up into some galaxy tonight or be silent forever as the shadow inhaled the wearer΄s scent and could barely stop itself from admiring the magnificent bosom. El vestido should have accepted the fate the stars had planned for it. It was made to go out, while it was barely worn. Back at ours, the wearer was shocked to see the wrist immovable and a pair of large eyes, full of shots of the Sicilian coast, staring into her as if they wanted to swallow her existence. El vestido saw its wearer whisk away the hands as if they had been drenched in blood and automatically took a step back, smiling defiantly. Everyone knew where this challenge would lead painted on that person’s lips. The shadow unprovoked took a step forward. El vestido saw his master take a step back, letting one leg dangle before stepping firmly onto the rung. The shadow took another step forward. The person wearing el vestido took another step back and felt her back against the damp cold wall. The shadow let out a loud laugh and stood in front of the stairs leading down, blocking the person’s path. El vestido was caught like a mouse in a rattrap, realizing there was no way out . The person wearing it tried to take a step back. No success. The shadow licked her lips and took two steps forward. Could smell impending death if she would lavish her kisses. If only she did that.
The shadow that previously came dangerously close and cornered el vestido on the little naughty steps of the far-flung inn, was now unfolding its hidden graces, making el vestido slide gently off the wearer’s shoulders, marking the area with a passionate kiss on the collarbone of the person who had just parted with el vestido. It fell discreetly to the floor and revealed the beauty of the person’s nudity looking at it with a shy smile. With an actually questioning smile about whether anything like this had ever happened before. The shadow gently pushed it into the corner of the closet which it later thought of clumsily brushing against the wearer’s back and clasped strong warm hands around the exposed waist which, as el vestido could tell, was tormented by desires that would lead her to burn indefinitely in hell, in the company of sinners who thought to dream of a night like this, bestowed with nature’s blessings. The shadow began to reverently lead the person who had bought el vestido to the headboard of the bed, turning off the lights so that the person would become a shadow like it and casually tossing the sheets that preheated the den that was going to host in the wild dawn, the most hedonistic words ever heard from the language that Romeo used to describe as if she were an ancient goddess, his lover. Maybe they haven’t been written yet. Maybe not. Back in the night that gave birth to an unrestrained passion, the head of the person wearing el vestido gently rested on the pillow, while the shadow, with discrete movements, began to trace paths with his fingertips on the body that protruded without a trace of cloth to cover it, paths that no mortal would ever dare to cross. El vestido prayed to the gods that this moment would never pass as the shadow stilled its hand, looking deep into the naked person’s soul, and bent down slowly and excruciatingly to bite the earlobe that had been burning with every word the shadow uttered. Listened to the howling of the wind, which was desperately asking for the window to be opened and for him to taste the orgasm they had lost in the bed sheets. El vestido closed its eyes and felt an incomprehensible heat smoldering the fabric of which it was made. It felt like a human for a while.
El Vestido looked at them, the shadows that protruded on the edge of the bed, and admired the ethereal movement of their hands, as they successively touched with so much care, each other’s fiery flesh, in a slow sensual rhythm, with the ultimate goal of ascending to heavenward. It let his gaze spread and capture the scene which was developing rapidly in front of el vestido, thrown to the floor, as it was, exploring the echo that carried the sharp breaths of the two shadows. It had just found what human happiness finally stood for. The puzzle pieces came together and gave the answer which had been sought throughout its soulless life. Two resplendent bodies, united mentally and physically, not being able to find the primitive start, where the first begins and where the other ends, not knowing whether the beginning of love-consciousness was the one that gave birth to the universe or completely destroyed it. El vestido was dizzy, given the intensity of the erotic moment, and began memorizing all that could be understandable, since it had no human hypostasis. It was trying to memorize the unbridled movement of the shadow, shifting back and forth, increasing the pace, with each impingement with the wearer’s naked body. It saw its master floundering, like a fish out of water, dominating the heavens and cursing the Devine, as the nebula of human existence parted and passed into something more ethereal, something more like a vicious cycle of nature. Εl vestido saw the shadow emerge from the rush of sexual climax as it moved back and forth and the clamor spread throughout the small hut, leaving behind traces of magical dust that clung to the walls and absorbed the love that all the ancient poets extolled. What ancient tragedy can embrace these two creatures and tame them, thought el vestido. This dangerous thought was interrupted by the shadow that threw his head back and placed his lips gently on the forehead of the person who until now wore el vestido. The wind had stopped howling and the night spread its black veils over the two creatures and covered what should not be seen, unable to help but admire the work of art unfolding before the eyes, as the hands of the clock struck midnight. El vestido smiled widely. The purpose of its existence had just been achieved.
Ariadne Emmanouilidou
