Vanilla flavored

“I’d be smiling if I wasn’t so desperate
I’d be patient if I had the time
I could stop and answer all of your questions
As soon as I find out
How I can move from the back of the line”

(Emeli Sande-“Clown”)

-So…what did you thought when you saw my gift box with the pink ribbon? What did you imagined inside of it?

Phillipe started to laugh and i could tell from the look in his eyes that he’s happy, relaxed…it felt so good knowing i can make him feel like this, i really can bring these sparks in his eyes…

-Baby…the pink ribbon it’s one thing, but the scent of vanilla is the key here…the box has a strong vanilla flavor…so, i thought…

-Tell me…

-…a cookie, a teddy bear, even a pink underwear, for you to wear, of course…But, not in a million years…of course, i should never forget how surprising you are…Alicia…

I saw a shadow in his eyes and i put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. It felt amazing…having him so close to me made me realize how much i want him in my life…forever…

He continued with a tempered tone, like being afraid to say the words.

-Baby, please listen to me…it was amazing…it felt like a dream come true, like fulfilling a need i almost forgot i have. I felt powerful, i felt honored by your trust in me, i felt excited like never before…but i can’t stop asking myself…you did it only for me? You felt somehow constrained, like it is your duty? Because i don’t want you to feel this way…

-Phillipe, i’m going to be very opened about this, to be honest…when i bought the handcuffs i did it only to look at them…i never thought i’ll be brave enough or that i’ll trust you enough…Mon amour, for me it was a shock to find out that the man i’m married with…wishes something different in intimacy, something like bdsm…i felt betrayed, scared, lied, abused…

His eyes were expressing so much regret, it almost melted me inside to see him so sad.

-Alicia, princess…my biggest regret is that i wasn’t honest with you from the start. I should had done it…you needed your freedom to choose. Now i know…

-Hey…don’t be so harsh to yourself…no…you never told me but there were so many signs…i just refused to admit to myself. Or maybe i just dreamed about changing you…it was unfair to you. So, you’re Dominant…so what? I still love you, i still wanna be with you for the rest of my life. The pink handcuffs…i guess they were my way of telling you that i wanna make you happy. That i trust you with my life…i trust you blindly and that i respect your decisions…I’m only afraid…

I stopped for a moment. He took me in his arms, keeping me warm with his body.

-Princess…what are you afraid of? You think i could hurt you…

-I’m afraid i’ll let you down…you see, mon amour…i wanna make you happy, but regardless of how hard i’m trying, i can’t be submissive…is not about intimacy…is about every day…Deep inside of me, there’s a rebel trying to escape…i can’t lock this side of me forever. And i admit…i’m terribly afraid of pain…

-Baby…causing you pain it’s out of discussion…i love every inch of your body…i only want you to feel pleasure from being touched by me…Alicia…how could you think of something like this…no wonder you were so scared every time…

-and i’ll never call you Sir! I can’t, Phillipe…i look at you and i see my lifetime partner, my man, my love…not my master…

-I look at you and i see my princess…the most beautiful woman in the whole world, the love of my life, the mother of my future children…not my sub. See? We’re not that different…And tonight you showed me all i needed to see…why would i ever ask you to call me Sir? And how could I? When i worship the ground you’re stepping on…

I felt my heart filled with a new feeling…hope…trust…He looked in my eyes and started kissing my neck. His eyes were playful.

-So…there’s a rebel who’s trying to escape…a beautiful sexy rebel…you know what i do with them, don’t you?

-Don’t know…throw them to the fire?

-Of course, we can start a fire…if i’ll kiss you here…and then move my attention to this little spot…But when i’m that lucky…to have a rebellious princess in my arms…i usually start by seducing her and then…we’re gonna make love…did i ever told you that…the scent of vanilla drives me wild…pure passion in her sweetest form…

And here’s an option i never took in consideration: having a happy marriage…I was used to fight, used to escape, even if it was in a virtual world once…but i never even thought that I could be happy. I never gave him a single chance, i never gave myself a single chance. Programmed for failure…sett to identify an aggressor in every person who ever got near me…when maybe the real enemy was living deep inside my own mind… 

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Hopeless case

“Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there’s someone somewhere
Watching me.”

(Bonnie Tyler-“Holding out for a hero”)

early in the morning

-How do you feel today, baby?

-Amazingly good…St. John’s Wort really helped me…and spending the night in your arms. Do i really have to go to see that therapist? I feel so much better…

-Princess…there’s no way you can convince me…

The phone was ringing loud and clear.

-Hello…yes…why? Damn it!

-What’s wrong, Phillipe?

-Well, i told you i spoke to a therapist, a woman specialized in hypnosis. It looks like she can’t make it…family problems…

-So, i can go to Gerard? Can i?

-Not so fast! She talked to one of her colleagues, an italian therapist famous for his successes in hopeless cases…

-I’m a hopeless case?

He took me in his arms, running his fingers trough my hair.

-Do it for me, ok?

a few hours later

Sitting in his “consultorio”, waiting and contemplating the diplomas from the wall. A little nervous, knowing i’m here alone (the therapist insisted on that aspect) and knowing that Phillipe already told him on the phone about the other day. Wishing, hoping that he’ll be like Gerard…a father figure who i can relate with…

-Good morning! I understand you’re here for a therapy session? I’m Raimondo R., please call me Ray…

It took my breathe away. He was not only young, but also very good looking. Around 40 years old, brown hair and charming smile…

-Nice to meet you, Ray! I’m Alicia, please call me Ali…

-Ali, that’s so sweet! So, where’s my future patient? he asked making me smile for the first time.

-That would be me…Why did you asked that?

He started analyzing me and i felt like blushing. He laugh and continued with a warm voice.

-Well, i guess i wasn’t prepared…my colleague told me about a patient with severe depression and a recent suicide attempt. Of course, delirium and psychotic behavior. And usually a girl with these diagnostics looks decomposed…Look at you! Perfect business outfit, great looking hair and a fine touch of make up. Unusual…So, tell me Ali, what can i do to help you?

-Can i be honest with you?

-Please…

-I’m here only because my husband insisted. I have my therapist, it’s dr. Gerard L., i feel good and i really don’t wanna waist your time. I’m sure you’re a very competent doctor but i don’t feel like talking about my problems…

He smiled at me revealing a perfect set of white teeth…

-Can i be honest with you, Ali?

-Please…

-I’m here because your husband pays me a small fortune. My colleague said i have to chose between spending an hour with paranoid psycotics patients and you…a rich girl who got upset don’t know why and tried to jump in front of a truck.

-So why did you chose the rich girl?

-You smell better! And i’m hopping for a chance to improve my bank account, if you know what i mean. I don’t really wanna hear about your problems, i didn’t had my breakfast and i’m hungry.

-Me neither! I skipped my breakfast too…i’m starving, Ray!

-Then, please join me…

Till that point i was unsure what to believe…now i was kinda expecting to hear someone yelling: “surprise! you’re on hidden camera!”. Strange enough, i saw him arranging a small table with croissants and something hot.

-I imagine you drink your coffee with plenty of milk. And you adore the vanilla flavor.

I suddenly blushed. He continued.

-Did i shocked you, Ali?

I regained my self control quickly.

-Actually, Ray, i love spiced food, but you know…it depends on who’s cooking…and you don’t seems to be able to offer me more than vanilla…Oh, sorry, Ray…did i shocked you?

The effect of my words was visible. I felt like i’m winning this game, and i was already thinking how i’ll tell all about to my friends…and we’re gonna laugh together…

-Ali, i’m overwhelmed! You don’t seems depressed…look at your appetite and the way you’re flirting…but still…what was all about? Did you really tried to kill yourself yesterday? Your husband (who, by the way, is crazy for you) was desperate…

-Look, i had a moment of madness…i wasn’t depressed, i was afraid. I felt like i’m losing all i have and i wasn’t thinking clear. Did you meet Phillipe?

-Yes. He’s a control freak, the type of dominant man, typical for a bdsm relationship. But you don’t seems submissive…and i guess that’s a big problem.

-Right. I’m trying to act like i’m submissive and i hate every minute. And in intimacy i’m scared, i’m terrified he’s gonna hurt me. God, Ray, what is with these croissants? I never spoke so free…

-I’m honored by your trust. Ali…in a bdsm relationship, being submissive means feeling pleasure from this role, not only accepting, but enjoying it. Other wise, it’s abuse…It’s rape, if you wanna put it this way…

My eyes suddenly filled with tears. Yes, he said the words i was afraid to speak…

-So, Ali…this is a major problem. Feeling abused, raped…i surely understand how you lost control and tried to commit suicide. But the question is how can we keep you alive?

-Feed me with croissants and latte machiatto… i said in an attempt to avoid my own tears.

-Self irony, humor…all are defensive strategies, to protect your ego from self destroying. On a long term, you cannot hide from your pain. Like right now, when you’re trying so hard not to cry. You can be brave now and when you’ll walk away from here you’ll die inside once more…or you can let me help you. Trust me, me and my un-orthodoxe methods…we know about this kind of problems…

I stayed quiet looking inside my soul. The emptiness i felt was overwhelming…

-Ray, do you think it’s alright if i…i mean, don’t wanna cross any boundary and i respect you as a therapist…

With no other words, he was right beside me, taking me in his open arms and holding me. I cried like never before…In the end…all i could say was thank you.

-No, Ali…i thank you! For letting me see behind your defensive walls…if you could see your soul trough my eyes…you would be amazed how strong, brave and beautiful you really are.

Right in this moment, i heard a knock on the door. The hour of therapy was gone, Phillipe was there…He seemed relief that i was still there.

-Doctor, what can you tell me? Is hypnosis the solution?

-To what?

-What do you mean? Didn’t you talked to her?

-Well, that’s up to Alicia. Hypnosis is a good choice only in a strong, trust-based therapeutic relationship. And it takes time to build the trust. Of course, you know this…be sure you’re creating the trust before asking for more.

-I think, doctor, that me and my wife…we share a good trustful relationship.

-I’m sure you feel this way…now you’ll excuse me. See you in a couple of days, Ali.

I smiled at Phillipe…a big happy smile.

-Hey…baby, it really helped you…i love this smile.

-Phillipe, i feel there’s hope. For us…

For me…

When there’s nothing left to say (Part II)

“How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul my spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home.”

(Evanescence-“Bring me to life”)

-This must stop right now! All of this!

I looked around me trying to sound sure of myself…deep inside my soul i was having second thoughts. No one knew i’m here, in Peter’s home. Not Phillipe, anyway. He told me to stay away from Peter, but how could i…seeing that girl so hurt and bruised…knowing he did this to her…Hard to watch, impossible to forget…

Peter seemed sober enough to listen to me, but bored enough not to care about anything i could have said. He managed to clean the house, but i saw the last nigh’st traces. I was so sad watching him lowered himself to that level…i tried to sweetened my voice…

-Peter…you said you care about Estelle…she’s in hospital, refusing to blame you for her condition. She loves you…i know how you really are…why can’t you just stop with the abuse…

-Alright, sweety…now go back to your hubby and tell him to keep his hands from Estelle…i’m not in the mood to listen to you wining here…

-She reminds me so much of me…when i was 19, remember? I remember loving you so much…like her…but you were always so tender and protective…

-Let me understand…so, this is not about Estelle! Not at all…is about us, right honey? Tell me something…did you told anybody you’re coming here? You didn’t…good…i could think about a few things i would love to show you…Aly…remember that room where you and Tony cheated me…i turned it into a playing area…maybe we should try a few toys on that beautiful sensitive body of yours…

With those words he grabbed my shoulders, leaving me too little space to move…i started to believe it’s a mistake…seeing him so close, memories came back…last time…and i started to tremble while tears were falling down my face…

-God, Peter…what happened to you…

-You! You “happened” to me…you’re still “happening” to me…but you see, baby, life has a funny way to reward me…and maybe is pay back time…

-and what’s beyond anger? pain? frustration? bitterness…Peter…i miss you…i miss the man i thought is the love of my life…i miss your promises…the gentleness…i miss the feeling of being safe…why did you left me…

-Me? You left…

-no…you left me long time ago…every night when you turned your back leaving me crying…every rejection…every time when you chosed not to look at me, not to see me devastated…And yes, it is about us! Because her bruises  may pass some day…but me? Peter…the scars never goes away…And there’s no bigger pain than the one you put me trough…you said about pay back time…here i am! You already killed me…there’s nothing left to destroy…so, enjoy it!

Suddenly, a strange new light appeared in his eyes…tears were shining in his look…he took me gentle in his arms and we cried together. There was no need for words…i held him tight like a person who’s about to drown…i was about to drown…in my own sadness…He didn’t promised me, but we both knew…all this pain must be stopped…And i knew he’s changed…he’ll be a better man. It’s not nearly enough to heal my wounds…but at least for him it will be better…

2 hours later…

-Look into my eyes, Alicia! Why did i gave you the phone? What did i told you? If i’m calling you, i want you to answer! You turned it off…and you left the house without asking permission…without a single word…

-I was with Peter…if you care about where i was…i had to talk to him in private…hope you understand…

-That’s your excuse? “Hope you understand”? Alright, next time i’ll just lock you in the house…you’re too irresponsible to be left alone…

-Make sure you’ll tide me to the bed, or i may escape trough the window…

-Now you’re defying me…

-…yes, yes…i know…now you’re thinking of punishing me…right? I mean, right, Sir? Get real, Phillipe! I’m getting tired of this…Look…i’ll tell you once: i had to stop the pain! Peter, Estelle, even myself…It was something i had to do, like it or not! You and I, Phillipe, we’ll never have this type of relationship…you may fool yourself that you’re dominating me but…let’s be honest…

He took me in his arms, feeling my heart beating so fast…for the first time since i came back i saw him smiling. And the warmth in his eyes made me smile too…

-Princess, what am i going to do with you?

-Nothing…Phillipe…you said you love me…

-i do…

-now is a good time to show me you mean it…cause i’m really sad…i just need someone to hold me and to make me forget…i wanted to stop the pain and the hurt…and the abuse…and i feel so empty inside…just make me feel safe and loved…just for a moment…

He kissed me with a tenderness i was longing to feel for so long…

-Alicia…the pain never stops…we are born in pain and we will die in pain…And you cannot really save someone from an abusive situation…that person must want to get out…and the process itself is painful and hurting…You feel empty inside because of your own pain…but you don’t know how strong you really are! You’re always running away instead of facing the demons…your own demons…

-i’m not strong, Phillipe…

-yes, you are…you just don’t know it…there’s a light inside you…shining so strong…still so strong…didn’t you noticed how you reach to people…how you touch them deep inside their souls…how you touched me and now, every time you’re not with me, i feel the pain…the devastating pain of losing you…

-Phillipe…i’m sorry…i really am…for being so irrational and irresponsible and careless about your needs…I’m selfish, like you said…but i’ll try, i’ll really try to make you happy…i love you…

The words came from deep inside my heart…he was there, speaking the words i was longing to hear…and in the middle of the darkness he spoke to me about Light…lifting my soul above the hurt inside…

A world full of strangers

“Lay your head on my pillow
I sit beside you on the bed
Don’t you think its time we say
Some things we haven’t said
It ain’t too late to get back to that place
Back to where, we thought it was before
Why don’t you look at me
Till we ain’t strangers anymore…”

(Bon Jovi-“Till we ain’t strangers anymore”)

-…and i kept calling him Jack…so, he stopped and looked at me and said something like that: c’est Pasqual, ma cherie…and what do you think i said to him? i said: if i say it’s Jack, you better not argue with me, understand, Jack?…you should have seen his face, Aly…

Tess was joyful and kept talking about that guy…Pasqual (or Jack?) that she met the other night…one night stand…she was laughing so hard that a few people turned their heads to see her. She was calling me to invite me to breakfast.

-And he just accepted? How can you do it, Tessa? i asked laughing…

-Years of practice, my dear Aly…but tell me about you…i’m already bored of Jack…so…he really proposed you…

-He had this fantasy about…

-…about you being the sweet wife cooking and cleaning all day…and with a few fat kids and a lazy husband…hope you didn’t think twice about that…

-It sounded romantic…but no…

-I used to have sex with that mexican guy who cleaned our pool…but i never thought about marrying him…

-Tessa, i interrupted her, you never told me why you and Jason divorced…

Right in that moment, someone came close to our table. I recognized that voice from a million…

-Hi, Alicia.

It was Liz…i imagined that moment for so long…and now i just was unable to speak. Tess broke the silence:

-Well, well, well, look who’s here…the whore of Monte Carlo…sweetheart, the second hand mans are somewhere else…go there, will you?

-Theresa…she said looking at Tess…the same bullying like in school…you never grew up…

-Oh, you sweet little victim…bullied in school…that’s why you steal husbands?

-Alicia, said Liz, keep your dog in the leash…or should i call her bitch? And be careful, she bites…

-Call me bitch one more time and i’ll make you my bitch…Tess was now standing, her face betrayed anger…

-Tessa, let’s go from here…i don’t like this place anymore…

As we were leaving, i started thinking about Tess…i never saw her like that before…and the way she was speaking…

-You asked about my divorce…she said calmly, i don’t know if it’s a good idea to talk about that with you…

-Why? I won’t judge…how could i judge…

-You told me once about Second Life…that you have met there a few members of BDSM community…

I was confused…what Second Life and that community has to do with her…but i tried to respond:

-Well, yes…i kinda made fun of their choices, but then i felt sorry…they were talking strange…

-Aly, why did you made fun? You joke about gay people too? Or about people with another orientation too? You were judgmental and closed-minded…

-I reallised i was wrong…i don’t really wanna judge anybody…but why do we think about them, Tess? What does that have to do with you and Jason?

-Did you ever thought that maybe you feel attracted to this kind of practices? After all, you said yourself about Tony…he’s a little dominant in bed, right? and you enjoy that…just think about…

In my mind i was determined that i have nothing to do with that…still…i was beginning to ask myself  if Tess…i mean…her behavior…

I saw Peter…for the first time in the last week i was happy to see him…i introduced him to Tess…searching very careful for a sign that she may be…

And i knew then that i don’t really know her…like i didn’t knew Liz or Peter, after all…i knew, with all the sadness in my heart, that i find easier to trust and talk to strangers from Second Life…a lot easier to even care for that strangers…

Am i a stranger too? I know myself enough to trust in my choices? And witch world is safer for me: the real or the virtual one?