Prague in July 2017
"Prague. The City of One Hundred Spires. The City of Love. Just standing in front of this magnificent structure, St. Vitus Cathedral, will melt anyone's heart. Its dark, heavy and massive structure will catch every tourist's attention. Locals say that its Gothic theme has a spiritual meaning way back to its construction days.
It is a fine day where you can see the sunlight directing towards the projector of this cathedral. The door is wide open as the visitors start to enter the cathedral. The spectators outside start to whisper and mumble to themselves. It is the talk of the town, the Wedding of the Century.
A lady nervously facing the crowd is starting to have cold feet. The amount of perspiration all over her makes her laced gown rub her skin tight. She is now walking in the aisle wearing a beautiful seductive white gown that everybody's staring at. She is now the center of attraction; something that she has been dreaming about. As she lifts her head, her eyes catch the man standing at the end of the aisle, a man waiting for her in front of the altar.
His face is serious and his green eyes are fixated on her and filled with tears. As she reaches him, the lady extends her right hand, showing off her elegant patent gloves to reach for the man's left arm.
and they live...
... happily ever after
- THE END -"
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The I-beam from the word document continues to blink as I reach the finale of my draft for this article. I stretch my hands upward and relax my legs under the table while staring at the beauty of St. Vitus Cathedral. The coffee shop where I am writing is just across this magnificent beauty. Thanks to you, I finally get the idea of how to perfectly feature this magnificent structure. I found my perfect inspiration for my next book as well. Apparently, the publisher can no longer wait so I have to send the finished manuscript to the editors at the end of the day.
I reach for the white cup of coffee on top of the round table that matches the chair I am sitting at. As I take my first sip in a while, a man in his thirties approaches me and says something in Czech, "Chvilka je krásná".
I understood it was a greeting so I nod and wear a smile, "Yes, what is it?" I put down the coffee and fixed my eyes at him.
Scratching his head, I can see that he is not accustomed to the English language so with every basic knowledge I have, I talk to him in the Czech language, "How may I help you?" I asked in Czech.
I can see the delight in his face when he heard me speak his language, he bows and continues,
"A man wearing a suit asked me to give you this."
He handed over an old-rose-silver-bordered note with familiar penmanship,
"I'll see you tonight gorgeous. Happy 7th Anniversary.
I love you always. More than anyone."
~ Siegfried Cohen
Reading his note makes me giggle. I let out a squeal unaware of the man still standing beside me observing.
"Oh. Děkuji," I said to him.
"Will you please give me my check?" I requested as he is about to leave the scene. I gave him my credit card and left a tip on the table beside the cup of coffee. He smiled and went on his way. I put my attention back to the note I am still holding. His bold name in the letter made me think, "Sied never uses his full name unless it is important."
My heart jumps with just the thought of probably something important is on its way. My cheeks blushed as this thought entered my mind, "Maybe he will now pop the question up? Or maybe, tonight will be our first night together,” I giggled even more.
This dirty thought empowers my brain well. Finally, I'll get to taste his skills in bed. I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now. The same man approaches me to give me the receipt. As soon as he walks away, I stand up and look at the blue sky,
"Oh, whoever's patron! Thank you for answering my prayers! I can now finally get laid after 7 years of waiting."
Not knowing I was murmuring to myself, the guy slipped a soft laugh. He gave me a huge smile when I noticed him staring at me. He bowed like a gentleman and went back to the restaurant.
***
Prague is a beautiful city indeed. No city lights, no disturbing horns from a busy street, no skyscrapers, just wonderful structures that let you find peace. This is indeed a city of love: a perfect place for romance as others describe it. I look around downtown and saw wonderful artwork on the street, and when I say artwork, I mean couples expressing their love to one another.
After I received Sied's note, I hurriedly went back to the hotel and left my stuff there. I still have time so I decided to visit downtown to find something to wear on this special night. I giggle every time I think about what will happen. I scouted some of the famous clothes store downtown. Fortunately, I am quite knowledgeable about this stuff as part of my job.
So I went into the first store at the corner of this street. I spotted a floral dress with raffles but it felt more like a summer season. I passed by it and looked around the store some more. When my eyes weren't satisfied enough, I visited other stores. It took me an hour and a half and was about to lose hope when I glanced at this small isolated store near the coffee shop where I stayed earlier.
I almost jumped and asked myself, "Oh shoot! Why didn't I notice it earlier?"
I hurriedly crossed the street and stood in front of this small shop. I scrutinized this lovely coral one-piece dress in this mannequin. It is perfect for tonight's occasion. Its open-back slash lace from top to just an inch up from my butt will highlight my perfect back curve.
The old lady who probably owns the shop saw me from the inside. She warmhearted smiles at me and motions me to come inside. As I open the door, the chimes sing. I excitedly invaded the shop and roam my eyes around. The old lady greeted me with a smile, "Krásná".
I blushed and said thank you. We had a conversation about her store and found out that it is all she has after her husband passed away and her daughter married. She is now on her own. I feel so much admiration towards this old lady. She cheerfully offers me almost everything but the dress. She continues to guide me inside her small filled store. It isn't that organized but I noticed that the floor and shelves are clean. I can say that she always dust it off.
After we look around I didn't find anything interesting but the dress. When she noticed that my eyes are only fixated on the dress, she motioned her hands on it and I nodded. She scratched her head and lowered her gaze finding the right words to say.
Then she explained to me that it is actually not for sale. It is a memory of her daughter and she doesn't want to put it on sale. She said she only put it there because whenever she sees it, she feels that her daughter is just nearby. My heart sympathizes with this old lady when she begins to share the story about the dress. Still, I am a bit disappointed because I really want to have that dress but I just can't take that away from her, can I?
I fake a smile and say to her that I will find another one. She grabs my hand and offers me something good,
"If you can't find anything you want before the day ends, I can just lend it to you. But you have to return it to me, beautiful lady."
The offer is quite tempting and puts sparkled in my eyes. But would it really be okay to borrow it for free? I looked at the dress once again and noticed that I didn't have much time to look for more because I still have to send it to the Laundromat before wearing it.
"I don't have much time because I need it tonight and I only have a few hours to prepare before my date. But I can't take it for free. Why don't we do it just like this?
Let me rent the dress. It's a win-win situation," I did my best to explain it in their language and it seemed that she understood what I want. But her facial expression is doubtful. I plead with her with my eyes and show her how I really want to wear that dress.
After a few minutes, she finally gave me a yes, then she asked me to wait inside the fitting room while she gets the dress. After some time, the dress fits perfectly as if it is actually made for me. It is an off-shoulder coral dress that emphasizes my full bosom. Its cut fits perfectly with my curves. When I went out of the fitting room, the old lady's eyes opened wide and her lips wore a smile. She hugged me excitedly and said that I look perfect. She packed the dress for me. I bid my goodbye and went out of the store.
I went to the Laundromat to have it cleaned and then fixed myself in my hotel room.
I put on light makeup and match it with brown-red shade lips. I put down my straight brunette hair and let it flow gracefully past my shoulder. At exactly six-thirty in the evening, the dress arrived. I put it on and I look perfect. All I have to do is wait for my love.
As punctual as always, the doorbell in my hotel room rang at exactly seven in the evening. I opened the door and put on a big smile as I saw this man standing in front of me. Siegfried Cohen. My righteous longtime boyfriend for seven years is finally ready to get laid with me. I stared at his perfect physique. His natural blonde hair that compliments his perfectly tanned skin always makes me aroused.He is wearing his tuxedo that carves every muscle he has. He is as composed as ever. He is the perfect example of a gentleman. Since he hasn't popped out the question yet, he is considered one of the hottest bachelors of their batch, and rumors speculate that he is the only virgin left in the accounting department of their prestigious company.Damn right! He is one hell of a virgin. Thanks to his moral standards. My eyebrows frowned a bit at the thought of it. My mood suddenly changed, "But tonight I am changing the history. I will be the first and last woman who will make this gentle a
I saw a lady sitting on a dark-colored high stool at the counter. A pair of brown hazel eyes scrutinize me from head to foot as my red heels touch the zigzag marble flooring that completes the French-themed aura of this fancy bar called French 75. She wears a big smile as our eyes meet. She flaunts her long legs by wearing a pair of black slacks. She stands up as I approach her. The golden big buckle of her belt emphasizes her outfit and compliments well with her bell-bottom slacks. She wears an old rose lace crop top allowing her to expose her sexy flat stomach. Her wool black coat that completes her FBI agent look is hanging at the stool next to her. A few more steps away from her, she sends me a skeptical look while leaning her weight on her right foot and crossing her arms in front of her big chest.“Kendra Higgins,” I uttered, amused by her sexy stance. I sent her a killer look,“Well, well, K. You look as fabulous as always.” She flips her black silky shoulder-level hair conf
With our chit-chatting, Kendra awakens from dreamland, still trying to sober up, “I can smell you, Nik. What are you doing here?” she said. That’s what she always says every time Nikolai is to pick her up. I pinch her cheek, “Wake up princess, your knight is here to snatch you away from me again!” She smiled at me while her face is still buried on the counter, “Why don’t you tell that little priest to come and get you!” she suggested, “Or else, I’m going to give you away…” she paused sobbing up, “to other beast fuckers who will feast in that perfect body of yours!”Nikolai laughed his ass out as I felt a little bit of embarrassment, “Yes, your honor, find me a prince immediately”. I shook my head left to right and let out a smile as I looked at her still tipsy. “Okay, chitchat is over ladies, I will now reclaim my princess and punish her for drinking too much. Again!”, with an emphasis at the end of his statement. He then dips his lips towards her forehead down to her lips then giv
It took time before I realize that the man inside my room is my boyfriend, Sied. My heart stopped momentarily. “Goodness, Sied! What were you thinking?” I exclaimed, still catching my breath. He walked towards me then wrapped his coat around me, “I am sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” he kissed me on the forehead.“I wanted to surprise you but I fell asleep while waiting for you,” he smiled at me.Oh god! That beautiful smile melts me every time. Now I can feel how intoxicated I am, all I could see is his lips and this thought is asking me to devour it. Alright, I am feeling horny!“Well, congratulations! You did!” I said sarcastically. “I’m sorry, love. I intentionally responded to your message that way because I really wanted to surprise you. But I didn’t know it would take you long to get home,” he said while looking at me. “Where have you been?” he asked with curiosity in his voice. “I was out. I felt bad after receiving your message so I stayed out for some fresh air,” I e
I’ve been staring at the lights flashing from the tail light of this car in front of me for half an hour now. I am now stuck in this heavy stressful carmageddon under this stupid rain. I buried my head into the steering wheel, “Why now?” I exclaimed to myself while imagining Sied’s furious face and his parents’ mocking stare. I sighed as my mobile phone vibrated from the passenger’s seat. Now what? Do I have to listen to his scary voice, too? The car in front of me began to move so I wore my Bluetooth earpiece and answered the call with my breathy voice, “Hey! I’m sorry Sied, I was stuck in this stupi-”But before I could finish my sentence, “Hey, Ava. The dinner’s canceled. My parents have to go to a council meeting in Parish Church,” he said in a hurry as if he’s running the race. His voice is unstable. My heart leaped with the good news he shared, my smile widened and suddenly the heavy feeling was lifted. “Oh really?” I said trying to cover up the happiness in my voice. “That’s
Surprised and stunned by Kendra’s glaring prowess, I hurriedly folded my laptop and secured it with my left hand, stepped my chair backward, and forced a smile at her as if like a criminal caught in action. My sweat couldn’t escape Kendra’s scrutiny. I gulped and continued to stare at her without saying anything.Our staring duel continued. She broke it when she returned her stare at my laptop. My left hand automatically tightened my grip and Kendra took notice of it. She crossed her arms and then went back to me, “So? What have you been doing?” she said with her voice full of accusations.“You were so into it, you didn’t even notice I hardly knocked on your door!”Finally, my voice caught up, “Ah… I-I was doing-” I startled, finding the right words, looking back and forth at Kendra and my laptop, “-I was searching.”Disbelief is seen in her face, “Cut the crap! What is it?”“Really, I was searching for what I will feature next in my article!” I blurted out.Hmm, I guess that was a g
It’s a miracle Seid does not mention anything about my reckless driving resulting in my arrest. “In fact, he hasn’t even called me or sent me any message at all for the past three days. Can you imagine being in a relationship and not communicating at all?” I talk to myself while I insert a capsule into my coffee machine.I lean on the counter and look at the window across from me. It is one sunny afternoon and I am here at my office alone catching up on all the requests and demands of our clients. It always feels busy here but I like spending my time here rather than working at my company’s office,“If only I could quit my job and just focus here, I would without hesitation”, the thought brushes my mind. The sound of the coffee machine interrupts me from my daydreaming. I get my coffee and start working on my business projects.I sit down in my receiving area and stare at all the folders, notes, and files scattered in front of me, “Let’s see which one we should do first,” I say. I rea
Right then and there, our bonding time ends. Now, I have to face this man’s wrath. Seid begins to walk towards me as Art makes his way out of the room. They both stop momentarily in front of the coffee table. The situation gets even more awkward.“Damn it, Seid!” I think.With a weak but stern voice, “The second you’re back Arthur, look where I found you. You must have missed my girlfriend very much,” I can see Art’s facial expression change.“Damn it, Seid! What the fuck are you implying? Art’s my best friend!” I explode and stand up from where I am sitting.But Art gestures me to stay put so I calm myself up, “It’s not nice to see you, too Seigfried, or should I say, our highness, Cohen?” he sarcastically responds while facing my boyfriend. “Look, I know that you are gay, but I still don’t like you touching my girlfriend or being around her especially alone!” his remarks are already out of line.“Seigfried!” I shout with a shaky voice. Once again, Art looks at me and sends the sign