Friday, May 27, 2011

The Story of Joaquin and Angelica Part 3

I laid my head down on the bed and looked out my window trying to avoid the awkwardness.  All of a sudden I felt him kissing my hand, every finger, he held on to it the whole time.  I felt droplets of water on my hand, I turned to look at him.  Joaquin was crying quietly it broke me. He moved closer and turned to face me.  I looked back and saw how sad he looked, our eyes met and slowly our lips found what they had longed wanted to do.  
He cupped my face with both hands and we kissed gingerly, at first, then gently, and sweetly. Electric neurons sent shock waves to my entire body and jolted my spine, Joaquin has been the only man I ever had who made it possible to make my nerves go berserk.  As we kissed and with my eyes closed, images of long gone days of bliss flitted through my mind - Joaquin and I as young kids playing tag and holding each other's hands as we ran to strip naked and dive into the beach; as young teens, exploring the changes in our bodies, giggling and discovering new feelings and sensations about one another; the first time we had sex (he was my first but I was definitely not his) and I felt so wanted and loved as his desires were insatiable and so was mine; and that ugly, dark night, when I had enough of his intolerable vices and wanton indiscretions that I finally told him to stay out of my life, forever.  He started kissing me harder, his tongue played in my mouth like a snake devouring another snake and it seemed like he was seeing the images that distracted me and he wanted me to think of that moment.  I started kissing him back feverishly, I felt his body temperature rising I tore his shirt open and just as quickly, my bare breasts were on his chest.  I was completely roused and electrified, I felt myself pulsing and soaking and I felt him body shaking and his desirable hardness.  We touched and stroked and caressed and sucked and licked each other in total abandon and we made love like it was our first and our last.  Without a lot of words or talking, we just groped and moaned and gyrated and grunted.  The only sound I heard were his soft murmurs of "my baby", "my angel", "I need you", "I want you so bad" and each time he said it, his voice cracked and his tone was uneven.
He pounded me hard and repeatedly I convulsed and quivered uncontrollably with each fierce orgasm.  He held on, really long; he allowed to completely satiate my needs and my pleasures.  When he exploded inside me he howled and cried unashamedly.  His body was still shaking when he finally dropped his head tenderly on my tummy.  We were both sweaty and soaking with our body fluids.  I was still breathing unevenly when he started to play his fingers on my nipples and they responded back with enthusiasm.  I wanted him more.  I was aching for him to be inside me again, to fill me wholly. But I laid still and quiet.
With his eyes, he looked at my face and spoke slowly, softly, almost a deep sigh, but I heard it all.   "Ten years I lived aimlessly looking for a way to forgive myself for everything that I did that hurt you Angelica, my baby ... I could not bear seeing you and your pained, unforgiving eyes.  I thought my soul had left me.  I had to deal with all of my demons and now I am clean, I am sober, for more than eight years now.  The women, those girls - done and over with.  They were part of a dark past, a terrible chapter of my life I never want to live through again.  I only truly love one girl all my life.  My dream girl, a feisty princess I tried to kiss when I was 14 and she told me I tasted like a frog."
He paused and caressed my breasts, I closed my eyes and I smiled at the memory and the gnawing feeling that throbbed inside me.  I was only 11 years old and I didn't speak to him all of summer that year.  The electric jolt in my spine scared me when our lips first touched.  When he turned 16 and I was almost 14, we tried French kissing and he sucked my lips and tongue too much I called him a bad tasting, greedy frog.  He looked up at me again but never stopped touching my breasts and said, "You are most beautiful Angelica, up close and personal, much more beautiful than all of the images I held of you in my waking hours and dreams in all those years we were apart.  But you always knew didn't you? That you are the only one I love, and that I love you more than my life. I am truly sorry baby, I am.  More than you will ever know."
I touched his face and traced my finger on his jaw-line, now with small stubs growing, his sexy afternoon shadow, I said, "No, Joaquin.  All I know is that I will always love you for the rest of my life."  I lifted his head and kissed him, with fire and passion and I swooned, "I missed you so much my love."  He licked and kissed my face, neck, breasts, belly button and he got down on me and savoured our juices.  He was unbelievable hungry and I let him feast on me as I basked on glorious ecstasy.  I must have screamed his name all through the night and we continued enjoying our slice of heaven until the sun peeked through my curtains and our bodies started to ache.  We woke up sore and nervously happy.  We chose breakfast in bed.  Hot and spicy.


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Story of Joaquin and Angelica Part 2

"Good god you scared me.  I thought you may have already left,"  I wheezed and stuttered as I realized Joaquin was still in the office library room.
"Why do you want to get rid of me so soon Angelica, it is just my first day of work" Joaquin replied rather sarcastically.
I decided that there was no point in prolonging this so I briskly walked away and said in a parting shot, "If you are hungry I can have someone arrange your meals here, if you prefer otherwise, I will have a setting for you at the Dining Room," without turning back.  I can feel my heart thumping again and being squeezed, an all-too familiar pain.  I hold back my tears and think to myself, how could I hate him so much and feel so much hurt in my heart?  I might have heard him mutter something in reply but I didn't look back.

Two weeks passed. uneventfully.  We managed to keep peace and civility.  A few days short of my father's arrival from Paris, a huge bulk of orders came from one of our key accounts and the entire plantation was abuzz with excitement and energy.  Business is robust and this has given an air of gaiety as this meant more good news  for our people.  I watched Joaquin move around with the workers as they grinned and watched him in awe, like they do when they watch my father.  The lady workers preened and tried to get his attention by teasing him.  He is a charmer and his charms worked on them like a potion.  They all looked happy and excited.  They were laughing and exchanging banters as they worked on the delivery schedules.
I suddenly felt so alone and sad, I clutched at my chest because I was finding it hard to breathe.  I crept slowly back inside the Office when I felt a presence behind me.  I turned around abruptly almost knocking heads with Joaquin and tripping over each other.  He caught me by the arms to stop me from falling and I grabbed onto his shirt.  He held on.
"Angelica please, let me talk to you.  I am so sorry that I have hurt you and caused you so much pain" he spoke with his face very close to mine.  My heart tightened some more.
I turned my head away from him realizing that I was trembling, I was almost choking, "Please don't Joaquin.  It was a long time ago.  I have forgotten all about it."  I tried to wiggle out of his hands, but they tightened on my arms some more.  He continued, "You never gave me any chance to explain or to redeem myself."
I kept my eyes down but then this didn't stop my tears from falling and I kept asking myself, how can a 10-year old wound feel like I just got stabbed yesterday?  I have buried this hurt so deeply but his touch made me feel vulnerable and weak.  I thought I was floating back into my dark memories as I started feeling woozy and unsteady, my knees started to wobble only Joaquin's grasp was keeping me up.  My arms felt too heavy I dropped them to my sides.  I can hear  his voice saying words to me, fading.  I can smell his scent and feel his body close to mine, all his muscles tense.  Everything started to spin and I was falling, my tears blurred my vision and I couldn't move.  I was drowning in a sea of overwhelming emotions and dark shadows.  I heard his voice again but I couldn't make out what he said but it sounded gentle and sweet.  I did not want to answer him and even if I did, I couldn't.  I tried to open my eyes but I don't remember closing them.  He was calling me "Angel", a name he called me a long time ago, but the free falling sensation I was yielding to was too seductive to turn away from and the bottomless pit felt so peaceful and painless.
I awakened to sounds of strange voices and nervous chatter.
A Doctor, two nurses, a medical aide, my Nanna Consuelo, and someone sitting beside me on the bed holding and squeezing my hand, Joaquin, "my" Joaquin.  I stare at him, he still has that boyish look about him, soft brown curls fall carelessly on his forehead, his chest, broad and muscular, his skin, a burnt sienna tone, his arms strong and I know under that shirt how ribbed his muscles are.   I know how every part of his body looks and feels.  I notice sweat beads rolled down from his neck to his chest.  He looks at me.
"Angel?  Baby?" he whispered.  I gawked back at him as he has not called me baby in almost a lifetime.  I tried to stand and get my bearings.  I didn't realize my knees had turned to jelly and slumped back.
"What happened?" my voice cracked as I searched for Joaquin's eyes.
"You fainted baby, the Doctor here said from over work and stress and he has taken some blood samples for testing.  I never felt so scared in my life Angelica, the thought of losing you again is going to kill me" Joaquin explained in a very shaky voice.
I tried to get my head to think straight, I fainted in Joaquin's arms?  Such poetic irony.  And with a start, "Papa!  Did anyone call my father?" I looked at everyone's faces as I almost screeched.  They all looked down uneasily and Joaquin spoke first, "No baby, I thought it best not to, since he is travelling.  It will be too stressful for him, too."
"Thank you ... Joaquin, so much" I stammered back, softly and barely audible even to my ears.
The crowd in my room fell silent and slowly started to leave.  Joaquin gave my Nanna a look and she almost bowed at him, smiled at me sweetly then left.
I could feel Joaquin's presence all over me now that he sits beside me, on my bed, just the two of us.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Story of Joaquin and Angelica

"Que Papa?  Did you say Joaquin?  Joaquin?  But did you hear me say, anybody, just anybody, but him?  Dios mio Papa, you never listen to me.  Never!"  I wailed and whimpered.  
"Hush!  Angelica, you know too well that is not true.  I always listen to you.  I listen too much and look at you, you are spoiled rotten.  And what in the world are you over reacting about?  You and Joaquin have always been good friends.  You were inseparable since you were kids, I have always trusted him like he is my own son.  Stop whining Angelica."  My father tried to reason with me.
"Oh sure Papa, you trust him.  That was a long time ago before he became a prick!" I retorted.
"Watch you mouth Maria Angelica, you don't use that language with me" my father cuts me with a scowl on his face, "You are incorrigible hija, if your mother was ..."
I insisted, "I am just speaking the truth Papa.  When we were in the university, I avoided him like a plague.  He is a virus, he is such a ..."
"Prou! N'hi ha prou amb la seva paraula bruta.  I have decided and given my word.  I have asked Joaquin to manage the Operations while I am travelling while you take charge of the finances and helping him out.  Just like you help me out.  Help him with the information he needs to know so he can make good decisions.  You are good at that.  Be', I really have to make a phone call, I am already running late as it is"  my father said that with a tone of finality.
I crossed my arms and gave my father the worst dagger-look I could muster.  He looks at me, his face suddenly breaks into a little grin, his eyes sparkling and I was really feeling furious.
"You look exactly like your Mother when you're angry when you wrinkle your nose that way"  my father chuckled while I tried to keep the fierce expression on my face.  He teased and taunted me, "Now tell me, what was that bag you wanted so much from Chanel?  Do you have that picture you cut from the catalogue?  Come on, show me so I can bring it with me"
"No"  I said trying to be firm, "I am not falling into that bribery trap again. Mai!"
My father couldn't help it, his smile broadened, "Well if you insist on being stubborn, I know what to get you anyway" he said grinning now.
I so hate my father.  He is too charming.  I can see why my mother could not stay angry with him.  I miss her so much.  I hope she is proud of what I have become and can see how I wrestle with this man she loved till her last breath.  My thoughts bring me to her scent and her smile and her soft laughter.
"Angelica my sweetest"  my day dream got cut by my father's soothing voice, "Don't go there.   I miss her every single minute of my life" he says and it's as if I saw a dark cloud passing.  I gave in, I tiptoed and gave my father a tight bear hug.
"I miss her so much Papa, and I will miss you too, terribly.  I don't want you enjoying yourself too much in Paris.  I particularly do not trust those French women." I joked and continued hugging him tightly.  My father hugged me back.
"No other woman can hold a candle to your mother, Angelica, seva mare era el meu Ășnic amor," my father said softly to my ear.  I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes as I feel him let go of a deep, heavy sigh.  I broke away first to allow him to make his business call.  I putter sound needlessly in the office reviewing the tags on his luggages then the driver came in.  I motioned and nodded for the driver to pick up the bags and I hand him over my father's briefcase.  I caught at the corner of my eyes a familiar figure.  My heartbeat jumped to crescendo.  I pretend to be looking at a journal on my father's desk, but my father saw him and waved him to go in.  And just about then, my father shuts his phone.
"Joaquin, my man, just in time.  I was beginning to worry I would have gone before you came around.  How is your father?  Tell him he better work on his "putting" and our bet is still on,"  my father's smile was so warm and wide I wanted to choke him and belch.
And then I hear that voice my throat automatically got dry, "Yes, my father has been relentlessly training himself for the rematch and has been on the green at least  3 times each week now ever since he lost the last bet with you.  I can only deduce he is preparing for the next round" and they both cackle and chortle, I wanted to morph into mutant Mystique.
"Angelica will be giving you a walk through on the budgets and current state of finances, the books are updated and she will see to it that you have access to all the reports you need to see.  You can access from your laptop if you will plug it in or just use the PC in the library if you need to browse files on your own.  Or just use mine.  Angelica has all the passwords," he sneaks a look at me, my father is going to get me all riled up.  "That would be just too easy for you Joaquin eh?"  and he puts his arm around Joaquin's shoulders, "Now if my Princess here gives you any problem" he looks at me and winks, "you know my number" and they both laugh.
I chimed in, but my voice cracked, "I resent that."  I sulked.
I felt a rush of blood flooding into my face when Joaquin looked at me, he was smiling and those naughty deep brown eyes were slightly twinkling, "You should not worry about anything Don Enrique"  and he looks back at my Dad, "Angelica and I will definitely work together very well, we always did."
I throw Joaquin a dark look but my father turned to face me so I smiled sweetly.  "Well I do have a plane to catch  and hope to be back in three weeks.  If I can be back earlier or there are snags in the negotiations, much later, I will call you sweetheart" and he buzzes me on the forehead.  I wrap my arm around his waist and walk beside him to the foyer and to the car.  Joaquin walked with us but stayed on my father's right side while I stayed on the left.  We watch the car move out of the curve and out of sight.  The house is located at the centre of the estate.  
I walk past Joaquin and went straight into my quiet room behind the library.  I was finalizing some balance sheets when I realized it was a quarter past seven.  I stretched my back and yawned.
The room, my father's office was dark and quiet except for a small lamp in the corner.  I stopped dead on my tracks when I heard papers being shuffled.  Is he still here?



Monday, May 9, 2011

How Kinky Are You? (see Under Pages)

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Just Wanted To Say

I am back!
And I missed Blogging so much! 
My apologies to my dear followers.
I will try to satisfy your dry spell soon.