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The Devil In The Convent
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Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Devil in the Convent
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I throw myself onto the couch, my mind swarming with strange fantasies. The sun warms my bare skin, it's getting late.
I look with a twinge of fear at the box concealed under the desk, coming from the past to disturb the present. I lift the lid, peep inside. There's still something unexplained. From my desk I take a ruler, I measure the height, 45cm deep on the outside, 36cm on the inside, the framework’s 10cm. I push my hand down to the bottom, press down, it bends a little but the base doesn’t give way. There’s a secret compartment, but how to open it? The small key! But where does it go?
The frame is little more than a line in relief around the perimeter. I clean the bottom with a damp cloth, so as to highlight the joints between the boards that form the sides. 'O mmariuolo' would have already solved the mystery, but I still can’t involve him, this is hot stuff, hot as the coals of hell!
I don’t want to deal with the contents of the sealed box in the store-room today, it’ll be better for me to take a walk.
So, without putting on any make-up, I just comb my hair without rearranging it, bunch my locks into a ponytail secured with a pair of long ebony pins. I’m wearing my outfit of unbleached linen, pants on my naked body, blouse that I leave open almost down to my waist to leave room for my coral necklace, gold earrings, a tortoiseshell slave-bangle, gold bracelets, and rings by the thousand. Then I add my perfume, put on my linen jacket, shoes with high heels, leather shoulder bag, and my glasses. I look in the mirror, I’m so beautiful it almost cracks!
'Faccio duje passe pe’ calmà la mente'.
At the bar I get greedy glances, whispered comments, vulgar compliments. I’m used to it. The optician gets me choosing frames, when I look in the mirror I see the face of the goddess that inhabits me.
A message from Don Carmelo announces that next week the site will be closed, as Gennaro is going to Palermo where he’s got an important job, so I’ll have ten days rest.
I stop at my restaurant in the Riviera di Chiaia. The chubby teenaged waiter can’t take his eyes off my coral necklace. They know me and prepare my favorite table, where I can see the gardens and the sea while remaining in the shadows, discreet. Fresh spring salad with chicory tips and orange segments, a glass of Falanghina, orange juice, a finger of pastiera two scoops of lemon ice cream, and then quiet.
My back hurts. I call Eulalia, tell her I'll see her at home. Naked I look in the mirror, my arms raised as if they were tied and waiting for the scourging. My back, arms and legs are bruised by the fall, I find myself thinking that I wish these were the signs of my just punishment. Arching my back I contemplate the beauty of my buttocks, my thighs, my exposed, shaven sex.
One ring, has Eulalia arrived already? No, it's Gennaro. I’d like to answer immediately, but like a lover betrayed I stay silent, I understand what he’s cooking up. But in the games of love, I’m the slave of Eulalia, she dominates me, I’m her devoted servant, her favourite pet, and that’s my pleasure - I'm going to be hers for these days to come.
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I throw myself onto the couch, my mind swarming with strange fantasies. The sun warms my bare skin, it's getting late.
I look with a twinge of fear at the box concealed under the desk, coming from the past to disturb the present. I lift the lid, peep inside. There's still something unexplained. From my desk I take a ruler, I measure the height, 45cm deep on the outside, 36cm on the inside, the framework’s 10cm. I push my hand down to the bottom, press down, it bends a little but the base doesn’t give way. There’s a secret compartment, but how to open it? The small key! But where does it go?
The frame is little more than a line in relief around the perimeter. I clean the bottom with a damp cloth, so as to highlight the joints between the boards that form the sides. 'O mmariuolo' would have already solved the mystery, but I still can’t involve him, this is hot stuff, hot as the coals of hell!
I don’t want to deal with the contents of the sealed box in the store-room today, it’ll be better for me to take a walk.
So, without putting on any make-up, I just comb my hair without rearranging it, bunch my locks into a ponytail secured with a pair of long ebony pins. I’m wearing my outfit of unbleached linen, pants on my naked body, blouse that I leave open almost down to my waist to leave room for my coral necklace, gold earrings, a tortoiseshell slave-bangle, gold bracelets, and rings by the thousand. Then I add my perfume, put on my linen jacket, shoes with high heels, leather shoulder bag, and my glasses. I look in the mirror, I’m so beautiful it almost cracks!
'Faccio duje passe pe’ calmà la mente'.
At the bar I get greedy glances, whispered comments, vulgar compliments. I’m used to it. The optician gets me choosing frames, when I look in the mirror I see the face of the goddess that inhabits me.
A message from Don Carmelo announces that next week the site will be closed, as Gennaro is going to Palermo where he’s got an important job, so I’ll have ten days rest.
I stop at my restaurant in the Riviera di Chiaia. The chubby teenaged waiter can’t take his eyes off my coral necklace. They know me and prepare my favorite table, where I can see the gardens and the sea while remaining in the shadows, discreet. Fresh spring salad with chicory tips and orange segments, a glass of Falanghina, orange juice, a finger of pastiera two scoops of lemon ice cream, and then quiet.
My back hurts. I call Eulalia, tell her I'll see her at home. Naked I look in the mirror, my arms raised as if they were tied and waiting for the scourging. My back, arms and legs are bruised by the fall, I find myself thinking that I wish these were the signs of my just punishment. Arching my back I contemplate the beauty of my buttocks, my thighs, my exposed, shaven sex.
One ring, has Eulalia arrived already? No, it's Gennaro. I’d like to answer immediately, but like a lover betrayed I stay silent, I understand what he’s cooking up. But in the games of love, I’m the slave of Eulalia, she dominates me, I’m her devoted servant, her favourite pet, and that’s my pleasure - I'm going to be hers for these days to come.
Tree is late to this story but tips his hat to you... very well done!!!!
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Tree is lost in the forest...
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
...no...
Missouri...
if I am in Kentucky I am in better shape than I thought and far more intoxicated (WWI*)...
Tree
*WWI- Walking While Intoxicated....
Missouri...
if I am in Kentucky I am in better shape than I thought and far more intoxicated (WWI*)...
Tree
*WWI- Walking While Intoxicated....
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Just going on the ... "first King of the Bourbon" thing.
I know the King of Beers is more your town!
Belgium is it now?
I think somewhere in south America, or maybe Dutch???Just going on the ... "first King of the Bourbon" thing.
I know the King of Beers is more your town!
Belgium is it now?
The last batch of boys didn't understand how stocks (or slaves) trade... Unlike Ford Motor Co. where the Ford family own a small number of 'Class A' shares of stock compared to the general shares and the value does not rise and fall with the general shares it always holds a majority voting block. The Busch descendants (google them and the Lemp family) seemed to think they were above the limits of life...
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Just going on the ... "first King of the Bourbon" thing.
I know the King of Beers is more your town!
Belgium is it now?
Horses with big feet, right?
LittleSiss
Sorceress
No not here!
History and a bit of fun is good but Luna put a lot into this and we shouldn't over due things!
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
The fifth, sixth and seventh episode of the story takes place in the Eulalia's Villa in Anacapri.
Here the drawings of it:
Here the drawings of it:
thx honourable teacher.................much but just as you said: the rock sound was nice
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Messa has been crucified in front of it (what a dream !
) but she didn't know that it was Eulalia'villa ...Attachments
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
A different project Messa, Villa Malaparte have not the pool under the bridge and is of one volume only, and Luna ll'be not crucified here....Messa has been crucified in front of it (what a dream !
You run too away with your fantasy
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Luna
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Not offended at all, you can dream as you prefere, the story is written for do dreams.Sorry if I've hurted, I didn't want... It was only a little fantasy, a dream ...