Crime and Punishment

“Go at once, this very minute, stand at the cross-roads, bow down, first kiss the earth which you have defiled, and then bow down to all the world and say to all men aloud, ‘I am a murderer!’ Then God will send you life again. Will you go, will you go?”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment, Ch. 30

April 4, 2008

On a more serious note, today we’ll speak about something that happened some time ago.
To protect the innocent (although none of them are) the names will be changed, and yes, this is based on a true story.

Some time ago we met some Japanese girls, Akiko and Machiko. They where, as i later found out, twins that had some peculiar tastes and by that lets just say I’m never going look at life in the same way…
It all started one night when i was with some friends at some theme nightclub. We were driven to go there by advice. Someone told us that we would enjoy our night plentifully there, but failed to or preferred not to explain why. Curious as always, we decided to check the place out. It was an exclusive club, which made sense, seeing that our friends gave us a card to present at the entrance.

Arriving there i started checking out the place, contrary to others that went right to the bar. Priorities…
There they were… in the middle of the dance floor, two blossoming lotus flowers, petite and joyful but with a twist. I conjured that they could not be 100% Japanese. There was something in their faces that didn’t seem right. Their skin was pure white but they had light hazelnut colored eyes. They were short but with body curves wonderfully proportionate. Skin and bones was definitely not part of the equation. They both weared insidious although tasteful clothing, widely displaying some very occidental buttocks and breasts.
Apparently we also caused some impact as after some minutes of being there some guy came and invited us to join them on their table.
Upon arrival, we were served drinks, the same that they were drinking, a sort of whitish liquid on an old glass. The two Japanese girls just smiled at us and toasted, and we followed. As the drink start to descend we started to feel liberated, and everything seemed natural and beautiful, so when they pulled us to the dance floor we went.

The the strange drink was starting to take effect, and everything seemed to dance with us. It was a whirlpool of emotion, everybody touching, kissing… There where no barriers. The sweet scent of desire surrounded us, their skin tasted of youth and lust. At that time nothing else existed, this was our world, our rules and nothing was forbidden. We were explorers, the secrets of passion slowly opening themselves to us, showing their perfect semblance, hedonism bathing our bodies and minds like a draft of fresh air. Our consciousness balanced between knowing all the secrets they would reveal to us and exploring our own desires to their full extent.
This was truly the experience of a lifetime but its developments are the topic for a future post.

Mohebius, Metal Storm & Charoum