14.01.2018

Her hands stopped while turning the pages of the album. Her gut got brushed with a slight feeling of guilt but she was all content, she had a roof above her head which she could call hers. And she had a room full of memories in her heart, that she could never relive but she could also never let go of. She had understood that at the end, it is always the memories and not the people which matter.

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14.01.2010

Her teal colored heels touched the clean wooden floors of the church, her veil held a considerate amount of space complimenting her sweetheart neckline mermaid fit wedding gown made of tulle, a glittered belt surrounding her mid waist which too wanted to stand out despite of being petite; and embellished with silver jewels. A pearl neck piece hugged her slender neck in the most beautiful way, also with a hint of pearl on her crown attached to the veil. She was holding a bunch of red roses, the color which resembled her lips. She had minimal makeup on her face, which naturally highlighted her almond shaped hazel colored eyes. And which also highlighted the despair in her eyes. Regardless to say, a remarkable day in every woman’s life. She had every right to be nervous and anxious even if she had chosen the right person.

It was Sarah’s wedding. She was finally marrying the long term person who was perfect in every possible way for her.

She was taken to the restroom nearby to apply the final touch ups. Her eyes popped out as soon as she saw Nathan walking in.

“Hi there, bride!” Nathan mockingly greeted Sarah.

She was sitting in front of the mirror with the bridesmaid around her making her voluminous curls look like a cherry on the cake.

“Hi!” She pretended not to be nervous while faking a wide smile.

Nathan bent towards Sarah as if to kiss her on her fair, lightly blushed cheeks but instead he whispered something in an extremely lowered voice. “You sure you have moved on right? You should know what you are doing.”

Sarah nodded and grinned. As she pushed herself to get up, she tripped on her heels, Nathan’s hands tried to reach her but she herself grabbed her balance just like a flamingo who never needs a second wheel to stand tall and strong.

“Now if you don’t mind can I make myself comfortable in something else? I don’t want to walk down there thinking about the misery these heels can cause. It is a big day for me.” Sarah, holding the heels in one hand, convincingly asked Nathan to permit her to wear a pair of white snickers on her wedding day.

As crazy as it sounded, but it was nothing but comfortable as if the shoes had wings attached to it.

She entered the church, with her groom standing right in front of her eyes. The shoes caught attention of many, questions arising but failing to understand. Her anxiety was constant, it did not change with her footwear. Her heart was pounding and her brain was trying to reconnect her with every single step she was taking ahead.

Finally, Sarah was handed over to Nathan. The turmoil sticked to her face like her concealer. She felt a knot in her stomach and wanted to throw up. Her brain fell weak but she could not risk her toes, she knew she would need them. Sarah was in awe of Nathan and wanted to spend her whole life despite of the conditions put across her.

Nathan was scanning her face.

“Do you take Sarah Morris as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” It was going to be a vow.

Nathan still scanning her face. “I do!” He said that as easily as it seemed.

Sarah must have confessed her feelings a thousand times but this time she froze, this was a vow. She realized how easy it could have been if she had just moved on. But the fact that she could not resist herself from thinking about the memories even on that day.

” Do you take Nathan White as your…”

“Where is she going?” Martha screamed dropping her jaws and eyes, the people around went clueless.

Sarah banged the door in the church lifting her soft yet strong wedding gown. She flew, she literally flew with her heart in the right place. No the shoes did not have any wings but she had the speed of her life, just the way those memories started to haunt her and the way her wedding was announced. Everything, in a jet speed.

Her veil flew carelessly touching the ground as she hustled like a thunder in front of several minds and eyes questioning her character.She resembled the wind, free to touch whatever and whoever it wants to.

She did not care about her super white dress getting dirty. She was running through the narrow lanes of Prague, her eyes sticking to the road and only on the road. She regretted not carrying her cell phone, for it could at least have helped her reach David.

David, the one who made her realize that she too had wings and those wings meant that she could fly. He was the one who was almost a very little part of her life but she knew that it could be longer than that.

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She finally reached David’s workplace. She saw David standing in the aisle in his teal suit, a white shirt tucked underneath, his spectacles sat just over his nose, not so tight not so loose, which made him look half his age. And his eyes met hers, his steps advancing towards her.

“I thought you will never come.” David mocked Sarah staring at her distressed condition.

“Now can we proceed with the documents, Runaway Bride?”

Sarah laughed with a pair of eyes filled with tears. “I am nervous.”

“You ought to be! “

He finally handed her the ticket and the 8 pages of contract.

“I can’t believe I am flying to New York.”

“Yes you are. Now just sign the contract, take some pictures with you for the interview; you know of what sort and get going from Prague.” David ordered as if he was now obliged to take her responsibility on his own shoulders.

“I don’t know how to thank you nor can I ever return the favor, David.” Sarah just knew how extremely exhausting the path she had chosen, would be.

“Stop it now and leave already. I will meet you in New York.” David waved a hand. “Sarah” He called with utmost dignity and respect.

“Yes?” These are the moments when women like Sarah are compelled to think twice about their decisions.

“Don’t ever think this is a wrong settlement, okay? I promise that under any circumstances, you will never to be questioned about your choices. But, everything else will be dealt by you. I won’t be responsible for protecting you every single second of your shoots where you will be posing naked. My job is to only make sure that nobody poses in front of a camera, in their own skin, without their consents. Also, once you start feeling ashamed of your alternatives, just leave; that very moment.” David uttered the words; knowing Sarah, whose every inch resembled a woman so very freewheeling. He knew her long enough to learn her passion and the way she thinks about thriving herself into a nude artist.

“I will keep everything in my mind David. I will be the one responsible for my own acts; I don’t think I will ever want the luxury of anything other than this. Goodbye. See you at JFK.” Sarah drifted with her filth-stained gown and a passion-struck heart.

At the end, it is never about the precision. Everything is in that one moment.

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Her mind was stronger than her body, for she could tame every cell of her torso to get tortured and played with.

A drop of sweat curtailed down her plump cheeks, her mouth liberating heavy gasps.
Her hands wanted to reach out to the fresh scars left on her skin but her petite wrists could hardly move through the torturous cuffs.
Thirst explored her throat and her vision was painted with darkness, her eyes were trapped in a silk mask that restrained her to even see the misery she was into.
All she had to do was escape but she stayed, instead. Her body had achieved all sort of manipulation over her mind. She could not leave because she wanted it.

“Bend down.” commanded Noah. Violet dutifully bent with hands pinned behind, she lied down with her bare breasts pushed down onto the crumpled and disarranged bed sheet, which explained their last intimate act quite well- rough. His eyes focused on her ass, he pulled out his waist belt and unzipped his denim that was hugging his erect shaft. He pulled out his thing and did what he always used to do before thrusting his manly length inside her obeying slit. He confirmed “Ready?” “Yes Sir!” came the reply with an utterly submissive voice.

His manhood was intensely engrossed inside her, grabbing her hips. Soon his hands reached some greater depths of her body and his fingers started rubbing her clits rapidly. A small groan escaped from her thirsty mouth and she started swinging in his rhythm. As the slow and gradual motions started getting deeper and faster, her playful yet pleasurable moans grew louder. And the moans went a level higher when he reached the climax. Violet’s opening was oozing with Noah’s semen, her butt cheeks were flushed with the abusive exercise it went through. Her butthole was filled with the man’s milk.

Both fell weak on the bed, there was silence for a fair moment of time, the breathing was still rapid but this time the bodily purpose had ceased to exist as if the rain had poured all it’s precious droplets on the barren land; the thirst was nurtured. He unleashed her handcuffs, untied her blindfold. His lips still wanted to order her but all he could say was,

“Anything else Mam?”

She donned a faint smile and planted a playful kiss on his lips, almost biting the flesh. “Don’t let me reach the climax. Whip me unless and until I beg you to stop. Tomorrow, same time, same place.” Violet commanded in a firm voice and left the room with her body scent being caressed by the helpless bed sheet.

It had rained for two continuous days but that day, the sun was shining bright up there. Despite of which she felt thousands of clouds gathering inside her bosom. She sat inside the classic, not-so-modern coffee shop and started browsing the streets. What she found was a handful of people with unfamiliar faces wearing vintage as well as fast fashioned overcoats. She sipped her coffee and tried to recollect all the words and phrases uttered by Xander in her empty yet crowded mind.

“I don’t want to be the victim again, hence I want to quit. ”

“I really wish to reconsider it but I also need to put the consequences in place.”

“Rebecca, I don’t want to leave but I have a decision to make.”

After few minutes of overflown thoughts, she found out the vacant coffee mug that she had just emptied along with the consumption of heavy feelings. The mug resembled her life without Xander – deserted. She paid the bill and the tip, without making an eye contact with the people around she started from the coffee shop with a warm fur jacket in her hand.

She headed towards her apartment in Houston. She walked through the streets with overloaded questions in her mind.While unlocking the door, she mentally prepared herself to find an abandoned apartment after his departure. As soon as she entered there, she felt a distinct presence of someone, the kind of presence that was comfortably familiar to her and which itself was enough to kick her estrogen along with every possible senses in her body.

It was Xander, standing in front of her island kitchen. Her jaws almost dropped and pupils dilated. It had just been a week since he left but it felt like a year to her. He reached to her with his slithering footsteps and got her tight into his arms. She held her back and caressed his head with tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I am sorry that I did not trust you with my feelings. I was scared” he brushed his fingers through her hair. “We won’t know Xander until we try and for that we have to see the best and worst of each other. I am sorry that I…” he interrupted her with his lips pressed deeply against hers, feeling the wetness of her tongue. “I am still scared Rebecca, I am scared of being hurt but this is worth trying; you are worth trying. We can’t stop being vulnerable around each other; love always comes with grief wrapped in a blanket of happiness. And we are never being pushed towards it, we choose it” he held her face in both hands and touched his temple to hers.

That day, Xander had come to pick up few of his belongings and eventually was going to leave but no sooner than he saw Rebecca, he realized what he was carrying with him and what he was leaving behind. He could have left cushioning his bare heart but the separation also made him realize that not trying would hurt far more than what trying would hurt. That night, they did not say how much they loved each other because had they said it, it would have belittled the purest gesture they had just shared without uttering those words.