when he slept with a women called whore

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


what if you slept with a whore and unwillingly your soul connects to her?

Submitted: August 07, 2018

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Today Ed had planned to get some new experience of life. That would be his first time. This experience was not his dream instead it was his wish. Ed called his friend and asked him to guide him a path. His friend indicated which was unconditional. The idea was simple which he told him with an unpolished line.
“If you can’t get what you want. Damn, tell yourself it’s time to buy it”. The path was now clear. Ed needs to make use of money now. They discussed everything the price, place, time. Everything was bright by both.
The Next day Ed was standing in the Red area of the city. Wearing his white t-shirt and down the side, jeans which were already rugged a few months back. Inside He felt a ton of thoughts those were hard to accept. They were high when he was trying to be calm?
He had never been there and never thought too.”Although He has to now”
The first smell he got from that place was quite like a sent. Although this scent was hard to breathe for Ed. He was looking by the side where the crowd of man was roaming there. They had the same reason to be here. The aim is to get pleasure. Ed was staring at the women he hits her right shoulder. He was expecting to get a slap or some offensive words, but he got a smile instead. The women smiled at him and blinked her one eye. He was not expecting that scenario.
His guide who came with him was smiling, and his expression was telling Ed that “he is glad to be here.” His friend looked at him. He was now in a hasty manner to motivate Ed so that he drive him further. The irony was Ed agreed to move with him but touched by fear.
They both continued walking down the street. The decoration made along the road with the products majorly having three colours including red, pink and purple. All those hanging chains on the entrance was made up using glass and some of the wood. Nearly every structure of wood was rotten and was smelling hard. Ed saw many of the women standing at the front of the room door. There was a building along the side of the street. Every floor had almost three rooms. Most of the room door was filled with the women . Women in which some were in their twenties and some who already crossed their twenties. Maybe, He was wrong, but he judged women. Not favourably to mention them as the girls. He was looking at every corner as much as he can. The laugh of people behind the tea stall behind him was irritating him. Ed found those women smoking and using the words he never heard from a man. Those words were not healthy.

The category of women he differentiated by his judgment and one group includes the girl those merely have started their life, and they got to room themselves. After a distance of walking on the street, they were at the centre of the location. At this place, the race starts. All the men walking there came to him and with a similar question they had was “how much Ed was ready to pay.” It was a jumble for him as what his answer should be. However, his friend took from there, and he answered them all. He asked Ed to wait there, and himself walked toward the alley at the front of the spot where Ed was standing. Ed was at the front of women he hadn’t seen in his life. They all covered by their makeup to make themselves more glowing. Few walked inside with Men, and a few were just standing and was waiting for someone to approach them. Such transpired a real mess for him to be there. Ed focus caught a woman who was already waiting for him to turn toward her. As when Ed did, she licked her fingers and brushed between her legs. After that, she nodded and was asking Ed to be with her. He gets a sensation in his nerve and for a second thought to rush toward her and fuck her real hard. Then he realised where he was commonplace for this.
A few minutes later his friend came and asked Ed to follow him. First, He was on a halt. There was a weight of questions coming to his mind. They were genuine in this condition but were stopping him too. His friend laughed and said to him
“There is the first time for everything.”
His friend took him inside the alley where he walked inside a moment back. The lane was just two feet wide. Significant items kept on the walking place of For people. The width of the street made hard for two people walk parallel. They walked into the second building of the Alley building. That was bruised and seemed to be that will get down at any moment. There were voices of men laughing. Somewhere the sound was moaning and shouting too. Ed got the room on the first floor. Stairs were like the dark road making a way to hell. Loud music was making their self-voice disappearing in somewhere they didn’t know. Ed was hearing the voices of the Men and women laughing, singing, crying and silence too. And the room next to his was closed and was the only room with silence. They were standing at the front of the room door. There was still that pace in heart and a sweet fear.
“Now walk in my man” (his friend said)
“Ohh..man that is hard to step inside” (Ed chuckled)
“Remember your work” (he said)
He stepped into the room and there he first saw a women standing in the left corner of the room and was busy to polish her face. The room did paint with red colour, and the entrance had the chain of small mirror pieces was hanging. Those were connected with the bells dangled at the end. When he slides them side, he heard the voice of signals. He called her and saw her face. She was not the beautiful women he ever saw and nor had a different expression the only quality that was different from other was the way she looked at him, and maybe that was what everyone sees but he holds it. She thanked his friend for that. At least he had chosen the women he can lean today.
She called him straight in her bed. She was in a hurry as she had some things to do more. She held his hand and took him to her bed. The smell of the room was hard to make. That was adequately the smell he finds similar to that of the street. She smiled and accepted the boy. The women lay down, and the boy stepped on her.
“I have more Men to work with ..you have to hurry up” (The women said)
They both took off their cloth, and the boy still had his jean. She breathes in deeply, and he was breathing heavy. He walked his lips on her neck. She moved her both hand on his back. The boy used everything he saw and listened in his past. He knows where to start and how to end.
They both were lying down. Ed’s lips were moving around her neck and her breast. On the first touch when he heard her moan. She laughed, and the boy pushed back on this. He looked and her. she was smiling, and then she said
“I am not your love …just go fast…the clock is running” (She said and laughed again)
The boy didn’t know what she wants to say but had a sleek idea that she wants him to track the time as well. He was on her again. The chest of the boy was pressing the breast of the women. He took off her bra and squeezed her boobs. He touched her right breast with his lips. In that time she took off her jeans and the boy had his hand on her undergarment. His fingers walked between her legs. Something clicked on her, and she comes up from her back. His lips still locked with her. And then he came to her abdomen. She was always smiling, and the boy was genuinely unconnected to his soul. The direct heat from the sun made the room warm.. he was sweating slightly. He kissed that women and with his eyes closed and buried in his thought he was getting a feel of the walk of the path to Pleasure. He was already hard. He took off his lips, and this is where his eyes opened, and he looked down to the hand of women which was inside his jeans. She grabbed his thing. He looked up again. He thought to make his last move, and for that, he tried to express this to the women. There he saw women looking his face.
The most important lesson and the thought came by himself.
When Ed looked into the women eyes, He felt something. That was the something undefinable. Something which was a vision of the women laying down with him but was not indeed her. Some people call it soul. But he always calls this THE INSIDE. He dived deep into those eyes. She was busy inside his jeans. The connection that established got broke again. Finally, her eyes matched the knocker of her soul door. They both were still in that position for a short moment. Their eyes still staring at each other. After a moment he stood up from his lady bed. Zipped his jeans and wore his cloth. The women didn’t ask anything of him. He took his wallet and paid her the money. He did this too fast and came out of the room. The environment around him was unbearable now. He came out from the building and there he met with his friend.
He walked to him and then asked his friend.
“I want to leave.”
“Why”
“Please don’t ask me anything. Let’s get out of this place.”
“No I have to wait here I already paid one woman.”
“Ok …so you stay here, and I am leaving.”
He walked out f.rom that area.
He was in subway struggling from the vision. Vision, he saw on the screen in the eyes of that women. He wished someone to listen to him. He was upset by all the thoughts that were pushing him. It was like the thought slaughter. He was the slave of those ideas trying to capture the happiness inside him. He didn’t know how he saw inside that women. He searched for the reason. He looked at the faces sitting by the side. He searched for that and found nothing in that respect.
He heard the announcement for the next station. He knows a park which was by the side of the station outlet… so he exited from there and walked there. That day he still remembers that all he had with him was a page inside his bag and a parker pen he always keeps with himself. He took that page and pen and wrote these word which still knocks his mind & reminds of that day.
The exact words of the day
“This is something I want to say, but all I can do is writing them. These thoughts are something that moved me out of from order of life. A deviated thing which brought me down back to earth. No, not again but inside the ground. The corner where the happiness meets the real reality and faces the exact fakeness. Today’s experience is the experience I got from the strange women. The women I slept this day. Everything was happening in the way it should be. But the eyes made the cross entry. I was having sex with the women stranger for me, but it didn’t continue for a long moment. When her hand was inside my jeans, I looked in her eyes. And then the summary of her this life played in her eyes. I was clear that she is lost somewhere. And my soul saw the truth she hides. She was crying inside not of her life. But what her life made her do. A boy nearly a year younger from her was sleeping on her. The boy who didn’t even come in the category of beautiful expression that she had, not even close to it. The scratch on her hand hands and eyes were still red. The bites of men made on her abdomen, the abuse she faces from the men who just pay her nearly Rs250. The women inside were abused. Her profession had a name that is still unbearable for her. Her name which she had to forget. She remembers the name Whore which symbolise her now. Her soul which I met with was still waiting for the love she dreamed of when she was not here. NOW, at this time when I am sitting here in the park where people are playing the nonsense. I am writing women I will never meet again.
Now I can look at the beauty I forget to look at that time. That is the women expression and her laugh. She called me kid, and I honestly accept that site as now in front of her I am still a kid. Kid unknown to his path. The women eyes still wandering around me as for why I ran. The man inside me was telling to ignore that. But heart always busy to meet her again.
And the lesson I learned today from this day to end will live inside me is that
“Life is something that can kill you without actually making you feel it. The purest thing in this world …the language of the eyes is what matters. Eyes hide the soul words. the tears are not the sign that someone is sad, but instead, the actual sign is “eyes that can be explored.”

” EYES ARE THE REAL DOOR THAT CONNECTS US”
Everyone who will read this will ask as to how from just a few moments looking in eyes you can confirm this.
And the only answer I think will come from me Is that
“That is what I think you will never, never understand”.


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