Anti-coffeeA Story by vedant khandelwalA horror-cum-mystery themed erotica thriller.My dazed conscience wanted some answers. I squinted
at the bright window encrusted with frost. I could tell that it was raining
snowflakes and was kinda cold outside. I looked at the mug of steaming black-coffee
on the window sill. Its silhouette against the bright light made me ponder on
how nature encourages irony. Blood trickled off my nose and tinkled onto the
floor with a sound that prompted that there already was a pool of blood at the
spot. I tried getting up from the chair but couldn’t, to no surprise, as my
wrists were tied to the chair’s arms and my feet to its legs. I gave up trying
to stand and looked around to take in my surroundings. It was mostly dark and
all I could make out was that I was in a huge warehouse with cardboard boxes
all around me piled up to the corrugated metal ceiling. A gush of bitterly cold wind made me
shiver, making it clear that there indeed was
an opening somewhere in the dark corners. Footsteps.
Maybe somebody had walked in through a door bringing in a gush of cold air, a
door that did not creak, noted. The
footsteps drew closer and I started to hear faint crooning. I should have been
afraid, for whatever was approaching wasn’t going to be fun, but you know how
they say too much physical pain can make you go numb; I had become numb. I eagerly waited for the host to reveal themselves
make some introductions. Enter ghost. The ghost! It occurred to me like Presque
vu giving way to epiphany. I suddenly remembered what had happened.
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I was 20, good-looking, fairly built and
invincible. My entire world was made up of curiosity, philosophy and adventure.
I had strong opinions about everything and was kind of a rebel. I liked to
read, read about anything that could be read, learn as much as I could. I wrote
short horror-themed stories for a fortnightly publication. I had always had an
artist-like lifestyle. Some people declared me downright crazy, others simply
god-worshipped me. Barely being able to sleep at night and drinking
lots of coffee were just some of my weird habits. My lonely nights were almost
always accompanied by anxiety and restlessness. I remember I never believed in
ghosts or God or any such supernatural being, even as a kid. I found the idea
ridiculous, so I naturally wasn’t afraid of the dark, or "what people call-
uneasy emptiness of a lone surrounding. Horror movies or books or even the
scariest creepy pastas couldn’t manage to spook me. This set me apart from the
rest of the children in the group, and I was pretty proud of it. With time (as I grew up), I had discovered
that physical exercise or maybe just any sort of physical movement gave me
peace from all of my psychological disturbances. So, to calm myself into sleep
every night, I would leave home and take long walks to places quiet and
deserted. Moreover, walking also helped me clear my mind and channel my
thoughts towards specific stuff that I wanted to ponder over. When I was
worried about something, I would walk. To plan the next day, I would walk. To think
of a story to write, I would walk. It was like any other night, except that it
came with a terrible rainstorm. I was getting quite restless just lying there
in my bedroom with nothing to do besides listening to the constant monotonous
patter of the rain. So, I quietly slid from under my girlfriend’s bare body,
put on my clothes and drove over to a deserted parking lot, to enjoy my usual
stroll. It was huge and well-lit, except for the occasional flickering overhead
light here or there. With a Marlborough dangling between my lips, I wandered
the aisles between endless rows of cars on either side, desperately stressing
for a story idea. There was no sign of any human being around, and I liked
that. Human attention made me self-conscious. I imagined a world without
humans, just me and machines and computers. I even vaguely considered turning
the idea into a novel, but being the procrastinator I was, I brushed it aside
for later. I wondered if I would ever make it onto the shelf of a real
bookstore, if Amazon would ever feature me in the top 10 bestselling books, if
I would ever be asked to sign a copy of my book for a fan. It was just as I was starting to take
pleasure in my fantasy, my peripheral vision suddenly caught a swift movement
in the reflection on a car’s shining bonnet to my right. Instinctively spinning
my head around and a rather remarkable sight lay before me. Not too far behind
was a girl walking in my direction. I turned around again and casually resumed
walking, to not look weird. I had noticed that she walked quite gracefully; too
gracefully. I slowed down enough to let her overtake me. A few seconds later
she passed me and the sight was sumptuous. Those black tights wrapped around
her perfect legs gorgeously and hugged her promisingly bulging a*s. Please
don’t judge me, everybody is a pervert. It had been three months since I first
discovered this cozy parking lot and had never encountered anyone this late at
night at this unusual location. And although it was strange for anyone to be
around at this hour my paranoia didn’t last long against my lust. I figured
that the girl was probably just an insomniac like me who had come here looking
for a nice long walk and didn’t have much of a choice as it was raining
outside. “Hey!” I approached from behind. “Excuse
me” She turned around and removed her
headphones. Her heavenly curves and alluring face would put Aphrodite to shame.
All the stimuli overwhelmed my prefrontal cortex and I ended up asking a really
stupid question. “Aren’t those Sony Walkman W Series?” “Worst conversation starter ever”, she
mocked. I realized the headphones were blaring music so loud I could almost
make out the song. How the hell did
she even hear me the first time? “So, do you live around here?” I tried my
luck.
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And it turned out that wasn’t so bad a
conversation starter. About an hour, a couple joints and a few miles later, we
were at her place and she was down on her knees with my c**k in her mouth. She
was good, like extremely skilled. I mean why doesn’t the entire world live like
this, without any strings; it would definitely be more fun. And if your partner
doesn’t find out that you’re screwing someone else, you aren’t cheating, simple
as that! After the main course, the “beast with two backs”-as Shakespeare
called it, collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily because of the intense labor. “What’s your name?” “Let’s have you name me, a name that only you know me by.” “When you suddenly materialize behind
people in the middle of the night, the first thing they call you is a ghost” I
teased. “Then ghost it is” She winked. “Can I bum a smoke?” She smiled those sparkling teeth of hers
and pulled out a pack of Marlborough from the bedside drawer. “That’s my brand!” I kissed the cute mole on her temple. “What a coincidence, right?” She said after
she lit one for herself and got her naked form up from the bed “Hey, do you
want coffee?” “Yeah, sure” She turned and left the room and I watched
her flesh jiggle all the way down the lobby. I was harder than concrete. I never tasted the coffee though.
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Back at the warehouse, I was boiling with
rage. “SO WHAT IS THIS ABOUT, HUH?” I shouted at
the top of my lungs. “JUST TAKE ALL MY MONEY AND LET ME GO!” “Oh! You still don’t get it.” She sounded
amused and impatient at the same time “I don’t want anything, it’s about what you want from me” “Stop playing games with me” I uttered
through gritted teeth, practically shaking with frustration. “Please don’t hate me baby”. She stepped
closer to me and shone her perfect teeth, and well, they didn’t look so
beautiful now. “Trust me, I am here because of you,
because you needed me, and I always will be here for you, every time” She
kissed me and placed a Marlborough between my teeth “Thank me later.” Wait!
Every time? Something clicked inside my brain and she seemed to notice. Right! Every f*****g time! “God, Finally! You see?” She heaved a sigh
of relief and asked, “Now tell me, do you want coffee?” “Coffee, yes!” I stammered, dropping the
cigarette from my mouth, the exhaustion of the ordeal finally taking over.
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It was not the alarm clock but the sunlight
that woke me up. My head was throbbing. “Good morning”, my girlfriend moaned
sleepily. “You sleep alright?” “Not really, it’s just the migraine” “Okay, I’ll get you some coffee” I kissed the cute mole on her temple and
she left the room. It
feels good to be loved. I pulled out a Marlborough from the bedside
drawer and lit it between my lips. Walking
gave me an amazing story to write once again. I lifted the lid of my Macbook and turned
it on. Not
all fiction is imaginary. I started typing. © 2017 vedant khandelwalReviews
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