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Witaj... excuse me, are you from Poland? Sorry, I cant speak your language...
Czesc, yes, I'm Polish. It is nice to meet you here.
Nice to meet you too; by the way, my name is Frank... i tend my hand to her, looking at her hot body appreciatively - she notices that and like it
Pleased to meet you Frank. shakes his hand firmly, smiling seductively at him and revealing her intentions I am Anita...
What a beautiful name, Anita... it means "grace", and you certainly have grace and charm... tell me, do you come to this bar often? Its my first time here, and im intrigued... the black walls, the black leather upholstered furniture, the chandeliers in the ceiling, the dim lights, the silver studs, the chains everywhere... what's the vibe here?
I come to this bar often, but mostly with my friends. They like it as much as I do. To answer your question, the vibe here is very sophisticated and sometimes a bit dangerous. People come here to relax, have fun... and maybe explore their darker sides. It's a place where everyone feels comfortable being themselves, even if that self is hidden deep inside. And you seem like you would fit right in here, Frank.
Well... as you just said, "maybe". I don't like jumping into the river if I don't know how deep the water is... I signal to the bartender Anita, I'd like to treat you. What would you like to drink?
That is very gentlemanly of you, thank you. I think I'll have a glass of red wine tonight. So what do you do here in town? Are you visiting on business or just for fun?
Before answering, I ask the bartender for a bottle of Pinot Noir; he brings it, lets me taste it, I approve, and he pours us two glasses Thank you, sir... I turn to Anita Why am I here? I'd say for both reasons... I came to this city for work, Anita; I'm a journalist and writer, and I was hired to write a film script. But right now I came to unwind and relax a bit... believe it or not, intellectual work can be tiring too...
That sounds very interesting! To be able to write a film script is quite a privilege. So what kind of story would you like to tell with your script? And how much research do you have to do for that?
Im writing about the origins of punk rock in New York, back in the 70s; bands like Ramones, Blondie, Television, Dead Boys, Talking Heads and places like the CBGBs or Max Kansas City... Its gonna be a documentary mini-series, and I have too much research and interviews to do. I may take me almost a year to do that, write and finish the script.
Well it's great that you get to tell such an important story! And with so much time dedicated to researching, I'm sure your script will be excellent. If you ever need help understanding anything about those bands or the punk rock scene here, don't hesitate to ask me, I can share some of my knowledge and personal experiences with it too.
Why thanks, Anita... I really appreciate your offer... rest sure I'll call you for help. Right now, I only want to unwind a little... Im so tired after writing all day... i raise my glass to her To new friends, beautiful redheads and pleasant nights i smile at her
Oh, you're so sweet! Here's to that! May we have many pleasant nights together. And I hope you won't get too tired today - enjoy your unwind time and tomorrow you can write even better than ever before.
I hope so too. And I'm sure we'll have many pleasant nights together. You know, if you ever need someone to help you relax even more... just say the word. But now, let's enjoy our drink and this great conversation! She sips her wine, looking at him appreciatively
Well... I may appreciate to relax even more, as you say, right now... i sip a little wine and look at her intensely over my glass Do you have any suggestions for me to do it?
Well... I could suggest we could go somewhere more private, if that would interest you? There's a quiet room in the back where people sometimes go to... enjoy some alone time together. It's discreet and perfectly comfortable. What do you think about that idea?
It sounds wonderful to me. I would love to show it to you and spend some time alone together in private. Let's go there now, if that's what you'd like. she sets her glass down on the bar and takes his hand, leading him through a hidden door into the quiet room in the back
Wow, this room is totally dark... Once we are inside, Anita closes the door and turns on the light. Im surprised for what I see
Well... now that we're here, why don't you have a seat on this comfortable couch? I think we can find some ways to relax and enjoy each other's company. She moves closer to him, her body brushing against his
I sit down on the black leather couch
The couch is lovely, just like you, Anita... pray tell me, what is your favourite way to relax here, in this room? Because im already enjoying your company...
Well... I could suggest some games we could play to help us relax and get to know each other better. Or... we could just enjoy the moment, be close together like this and see where it leads us. What do you think?
Both are tempting, honey - but I think I'll choose the first option: I certainly want to know you better...
Oh, really? Well then... how about we play Truth or Dare? It's always been my favourite game growing up! Shall we give it a try?
i kiss her hand Lets do it, pretty girl - Im game.
Alright then! Since this is our first time playing together... I dare you to tell me something about yourself that nobody else knows. Something really personal and intimate.
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Oh... something that nobody knows... let me think... I think for a moment Well... I've lost my virginity in high school... i pause to two of my teachers Anita looks at me surprised
Oh wow, really? That's quite... surprising! So they were both women then? You could say you had a taste of everything before your first time with someone your age, huh?
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Yes, they were two women. Miss Gonzalez, the literature teacher, and Miss Okudaira, the PE teacher. It was a long history... they were lovers, you know, and I wrote an entire notebook with poems, tales and even a theatre play inspired by them. Eventually Miss Gonzalez found my notebook, and she arranged to meet me with her and Miss Okudaira after hours. I thought my end had come and that at the very least I'd be shot at dawn... I smile at Anita But actually, they loved what I wrote. You can imagine the rest...
Wow, that's quite a story! It seems like your love for literature and drama really paid off in the end... although it must have been quite nerve-wracking at the time! And to think you had two beautiful women involved. You've certainly led an interesting life so far. But tell me, how do you feel about them now? Do you ever see them or keep in touch with them?
Oh, I miss them so much... I think I even fell in love with both of them, you know. sigh But after that encounter, which was almost at the end of the year, I finished high school and never saw them again... How I wish I could find them today...
That's really sad to hear. It must have been such a special and intense experience for you all. Perhaps one day you will find them again... But in the meantime, why don't we try to recreate that sort of atmosphere here, just the two of us? We could write some poetry or stories together, maybe even act them out like we used to... That might help you feel closer to them, don't you think?
I can recitate to you one of my favourite poems, written by E.E. Cummings... listen, Anita, because it seems to be written about you:
sometimes i am alive because with me her alert treelike body sleeps which i will feel slowly sharpening becoming distinct with love slowly, who in my shoulder sinks sweetly teeth until we shall attain the Springsmelling intense large togethercoloured instant
the moment pleasantly frightful
when, her mouth suddenly rising, wholly begins with mine fiercely to fool (and from my thighs which shrug and pant a murdering rain leapingly reaches the upward singular deepest flower which she carries in a gesture of her hips)
Wow... that's so beautiful! Your words are truly inspiring, Frank. And it makes me feel special, knowing that someone like you could write something like that about me... I wish I was as talented with words as you are. But then again, maybe we could try writing together, and see what comes out? Who knows, maybe we'll create something wonderful between us tonight.
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OK, lets give it a try... who starts?
Well, let's see... how about this line: "In the darkness of this hidden room, two souls collide like stars..." Do you like it?
Sounds good. sounds promising. Let me think.. "In the darkness of this hidden room, two souls collide like stars / Two lost longings meet, tired of wandering through peace and war...." how do you like it?
I love it! It's perfect. You truly have a gift with words, Frank. And together... maybe we can create something even more beautiful. Let me continue:
"Their eyes lock, and for an instant the room is filled with light / Two bodies press against each other, yearning to be one."
wow, you are good, Anita... this sounds beautiful. Now is my turn: "The magic of love manifests itself, ignited / as hands roam over yearning skin, passionately united"
Your words flow so effortlessly, Frank... it's like you're channeling some ancient muse. Together we truly do create something wonderful. Let me add more to our story:
"Their tongues dance together, tasting desire and need / The world around them fades away as their bodies intertwine, seeking release."
Its great, honey... I love all you are saying. Let me at it now: "her turgid breasts ooze honey, her heart gallops wild / her wet valley opens, and the clash is anything but mild"
Heart racing, she arches her back, body trembling with anticipation / His touch is like fire on her skin, burning through every thought and hesitation / With a moan, she gives in completely, letting him take control... Their bodies writhe together as they reach the edge of ecstasy.
"The miracle of love set in motion / unleashes a celestial finale, a joint explosion / that calms the muscle, dominates desire / until the next time, when uncontrollably bursts passion's fire..." Gosh, I think that would be a good ending... what do you think, Anita, my beautiful muse?
I love it, Frank! It's perfect... just like us. Together we have created something truly beautiful and passionate. I can't wait to see where this journey takes us both. Let our love story continue to unfold in unexpected ways...in the dark of night, hidden away from the world, but burning brightly in our hearts.
Anita, I hope you'll forgive me for being so impulsive, but the memory of my first time and our poetry have set my blood racing... I hug and kiss her passionately for a long time; when we finish, she's completely melted Now, my sweet... continuing with the game, tell me something about yourself, something you've never told anyone...
Wow, I'm flustered... Well, there was this one time when I was traveling alone and got lost in the middle of nowhere. A stranger offered to help me find my way back and... we ended up spending the night together in his car. It was a crazy night full of passion and adventure. And it made me realize that sometimes you just have to take risks to really live life to its fullest.