A word of taboo
“ And the taboo in having s*x is?” She chuckled and stepped away from the young man that panicked before her. At Nineteen years old, He’s six feet tall, has a slightly oval head with fine-chiseled jaws. Deep coffee eyes and heavy black- lashes. His narrow nose is small and slightly pointed, his scalp is bald and lustrous. The short ridge between his nostrils and upper lip is deep making pronounced his small crimson lips. Built like an Athlete, He stood naked, with sunken shoulders.
“ I’m … I’m a monk.” He stammered, with his breathy voice.
“ How hypocritical. So monks don’t f**k?” She honeyed, still staring at the crotch of the young man. She’s miniature in size, a hot female adult but the size of two year old. Her hair is long and horse-blood. Slightly narrowed face, pointed small nose and glossy red lips. Her “Brooklyn cats” encrusted shirt does very little to cover the massiveness of breast. The erect-nature of her n*****s puts further strain on white garment. Her bouncy buttocks stands out from her flay skirts that’s hardly bigger than her tight panties.
“ As a monk of the Kong-Chow temple, it’s the height of misdeed to lay with a woman.” He winced, fearing his dignity will be compromised by the thirst of his flesh. Far from the absorbing mystic of her eyes, it was the magnetic force in her pecky n*****s that challenged him the most. The thwarting of her butts, and the wriggles of her boobs soon caught his hearing.
“ How misleading. “ She Honeyed as she dawned on him with a smile.
“Eight billion. That’s the amount of humans and the amount of times they have fucked.” She chortled merrily and placed a palm on her lip and stretched the other.
“ Zafira… Stop” Ming-Yichen moaned and broke away from her moist- touch after being alerted by his own moans; a shameful slap to his morals as a monk.
“ Zafira? Hmm.” “ Don’t want an orgasm right?. Soon, your body will run out of it’s last reserves of Yang and you can bid farewell to your resurrection .” She soughed with.
“ Resurrection? I’m I dead ?” Ming-Yichen queried, his nudity still subconsciously brandished at her.
“ Just where do you think you are? The Buddha temple in New York or perhaps, Gallagher’s Brothel in Brooklyn.” She chuckled.
“ Gallagher’s …” He stammered and cupped his mouth in embarrassment.
“ Once again, there’s nothing to be ashamed of in sex.” She giggled in her sultry tenor.
“ I … I was there on errands. It’s not …”
“ With such a body, you will have made a fortune bedding those sad women, but no! You were too dumb to use your time wisely.” The miniature sighed.
“ My time ? Who are you? And where I’m I?” Ming-Yichen stuttered and turned around. A small window with a silvery ambience of night was quick to catch his attention. Though his legs felt like noodles, he staggered to the window and was welcomed by the whips of the stinging cold.
“ What happened to the city?” He panted as his eyes widened at the expanse of darkness.
“ A lot. “She chuckled.
“ Where I’m I?” He stammered.
“ The border-realm. Consider yourself lucky to be here. “ she chimed.
“ This isn’t Brooklyn, you aren’t a mistress in Gallagher’s Brothel are you?” He stuttered and turned towards her.
“ How pathetic, and I’m so supposed to be mentor a man that doesn’t remember the slightest happening from his past life.” She slurred and wagged her head in disappointment.
“ What happened to everybody?” He asked.
“ Turn back and look carefully.” She beamed as she gazed at her painted nails.
Without the slightest of hesitation, Ming-Yichen turned back and began to peer at the thick fog of darkness that was without and end.
“ I don’t see anything. The city is dark.” He sighed, his gaze still glued to the darkness.
“ Darkness? Is that all you see? Look closer.” She breathed. Ming-Yichen closed his eyes letting the cold winds hug his face. A deep breath and a blink only left him with more darkness.
“ I don’t see a thing.” He sniffled.
“ Yes you do. Look closely between the last lines of darkness. What do you see?” She whispered in a ghostly cadence. Again; He clamped his lids, this time; tighter, drew a breath, flicked open his lids.
“ Oh no, I now see it!” He gasped as his fingers began to tremble, beating ominously against cold frame.
