This Happened a While Ago

I come there regularly, like every few days. Sometimes I look inside the mailbox. It's often empty. This time I got a very important letter. He wanted a favor for cash, 5, no, 6 girls, of different nations, continents even. Naked and bent over, humiliated, bruised, marked. I said I can do that in a little while. I got another letter. It was in another mailbox. He said he's finished. He was done, but I was not. I told him I already had 2 of them. He did not respond. I came to the same place again. I had another letter. He offered a similar business. I said I'd do it when I'm finished with the third one. He wanted her in bondage. I tore her suit and wrote him another letter. 
Next day a message came by an owl to my window. He said he is done. He said he knew these girls. After I had them all, he erased their memory when I was asleep. Or so he said. I could not tell. I sent out a letter, but he did not respond. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember his address or many details after that fact. I woke up with 6 women, naked and tied to my bed, and they all did me a favor. I feel filthy about this whole thing, but they said they don't mind. I woke up another day, and they were gone, so I didn't think much of it. I accepted it. I couldn't remember any details. I moved on with a vague feeling of pleasure and a memory of slight disgust. It creeps up on me from time to time, but no one came to my door. No evidence that it was even me. Why would I even get wrapped up in such a thing? I would lie If I said I didn't know where I was, but every time I went there, I found no mailbox. Come to think of it, why would an owl bring me a letter? Was it even from him? Why would he send it by an owl?
It's been a while, and now I cannot find the letters. I still come there every day, but it's different now. And there is still no mailbox, and just where would I even find all these girls? What girls? I could not remember their faces very well. I just remember when we talked about what we're gonna do to them. We were both so turned on. They looked so easy and played scared and embarrassed so well. It was perfect, I think. We used to have a heated correspondence, back and forth, I would send him pictures. We would test them, and oh, was it just yesterday or yesteryear, I cannot tell... I was so disgusted. I remember staying up at night, trying to get all the vomit. They would take care of me. Oh, sweet nymphs of my fantasies, why did I ever let you go? 
It completely stopped being about the money. I haven't slept for a few days, but I dream. I dream of a forest camp, a lady in tiger fur, a trailer, a band, a neon party hosted by gypsies. The smell of sweat haunts me randomly. I keep taking showers. I stopped going to work. I wanna return that favor. I have a deed to do, perhaps a mission. I was caught in the abstract world of pleasure and sent back to Earth. Oh, judge me all you want, just tell me you wouldn't wanna have a piece of heaven... I would go to hell for it, and let the devil be the architect of my paradise. Oh, how the place is nothing now, a big empty space in comparison. I keep crawling back to a childhood I never had, in hopes a song, a smell, or a person gives me a taste of that heaven once again. I can never get tired of it.
I wonder If I ever will. Oh, be this my heaven. I am done, I'm finished, I can't take this anymore. There is a life beyond sin and I wanna live it. Here I come, Constantinople!
Category:Weird