Paloma (from 'Light and Dark') - Sex Stories

Paloma (from 'Light and Dark')

... Inside, she could see a number of customers browsing among the azure coloured and highly glazed statuettes, all of which she had been told display the myriad virtues of the Blessed Virgin: chastity, purity, restraint. Using the shop window as an imperfect mirror, she ran her fingers through her long, wavy auburn hair, and allowed herself to feel content with the way she looked, dressed as she was in an exquisite, pale blue summer dress, the skirt of which floated lightly around her legs like feathers falling freely from an angel’s wings. Satisfied with how she looked, she made her way up to Dr Kardos’s surgery. Upon knocking, and receiving the awaited permission from inside, she entered to find Dr Kardos sat, not in his usual comfortable chair positioned in the centre of the room facing Paloma, but behind his wide, imposing leather-topped desk. He invited her to come in and take a seat opposite him at the desk. The chair was set back a little way from the desk, such that Dr Kardos had a full view of Paloma as she sat there, clutching her notebook to her chest with folded arms, like a treasure she was unwilling to yield up. Paloma began to ease the chair further forward towards the desk, but almost the moment she began to do it he told her to stay exactly where she was. She could tell immediately that there was something slightly different about Dr Kardos; that he was more austere and serious. His manner was soon to confirm what she was sensing. “I see you’ve brought your ...

... notebook, Paloma.” She felt herself clutch the book containing the most intimate outpourings of her soul just a little tighter to herself. “Yes, but...” “No ‘buts’, Paloma. Pass me the book, please.” The use of the word ‘please’ carried no hint that this was a polite request. She slowly relaxed the notebook from its position next to her chest, and passed it to Dr Kardos. As she did so, she felt her cheeks flush once more. “Give me a few minutes, Paloma,” said Dr Kardos, without even looking at Paloma. He took the book, sat back in his black leather chair, and began to read. As the minutes passed, he sat there, every so often turning a page, his eyes moving with ever-increasing animation over the words. Minutes passed: five, ten, fifteen, and still he sat reading attentively, appearing lost in each page, each paragraph, each word. Finally, after some twenty minutes, he put the notebook down open in front of him and leant forward, his elbows on the desk, looking her deeply in the eyes, almost hypnotising her with their sudden power. “Tell me, Paloma. What do you fear?” His voice had suddenly acquired a smooth texture, like crushed purple velvet or honey poured slowly from a silver spoon. “I fear.......I fear......not living,” she said, her words stumbling from her full red lips like a schoolgirl stepping off an out-of-control roundabout. “I fear not experiencing.” He held her eyes in a sweet steel gaze which seemed to drench her body and mind in some kind of warm, smooth liquid. He ...