His Sweet Karma

                                                                                          MAHALIA Dressed in my usual outfit, fitted white T-shirt and blue stretchable low waist jeans paired with cream-colored doll shoes, I walked on a stone walkway in a garden. The purple and violet Minoan sea daffodils were dancing in the soft breeze. I was awed to see the amazing view from the garden, which was the vast blue-green ocean, glittering under the sun like diamonds were scattered on the surface of its salty water. The air was fresh, and it played my straight dark brown hair that hung loose up to the middle of my back. There was an exotic and intoxicating fragrance that wafted through the air. I bet it came from the flowers that surrounded me. I suddenly spun around when I heard a shriek, followed by joyful laughter. I squinted my light brown eyes because of the brightness of the sun. I found a four-story prominent-looking palace with a grand portico. Its huge wood pillars were painted with vibrant red color and the stone walls were of pale yellow. I found myself walking toward it, watching the four women and a man having fun. They looked like in their teens to early or mid-twenties. They were not children but they were playing the “catch me” game, where the man was chasing the woman around a buffet-looking table filled with a basket of grapes, apples and oranges. A clay jar was placed at the center of the table. I guessed it was wine inside it. The jar was brown with a paint on it, which showed a couple of half-naked olive-skinned women, each carrying a jar of wine. There were also some meat dishes in big bowls, and the plates were arranged for only two people, placed on the surface at both ends of the long table that appeared to be made of bronze. The chairs looked like they were made of bronze as well, judging by its color and texture. They didn’t see me even though I was already standing next to the table. They continued chasing each other around. The man wore geometrical patterned cape and a loincloth with a belt that covered his precious jewels and a part of his sexy butt. Yes! I could clearly see it as the cape was blown away as he ran after the women. And damn! The man looked hot. He had well-toned and tanned body. The six-pack abs showed visibly so. As for the women, they wore thin robes with short sleeves and layered, as well as flounced skirts. Their robes were open to the navel and exposed their breasts. They wore straw sandals that also showed their sexy calves. Finally, the long-haired good-looking man caught one of the beautiful maidens. Everyone was giggling. I watched as the man started to kiss the woman’s neck and down her breasts as he embraced her by the waist; her body naturally bent backward. He waved a hand and the rest of the girls disappeared inside the palace, still in soft chortles. I took a red grape and put it in my mouth, still watching the pair. “Seriously? Are you doing that in front of me?” I complained but they didn’t seem to hear me. My jaw hung open when they both tore their clothes away from their bodies. “Hey! Can you do it somewhere else?” Still no answer from them. Oh, God! I saw the man plunge his erection deep inside the woman who was now kneeling on the bronze chair, her back to him. She moaned with pleasure as he drove in and out of her body. Shit! Why am I watching this scene? I should look away or even go away from here. But it seemed that something was holding me in place and I couldn’t even look away. My throat went dry as I continued to watch them having s*x. The man’s muscles rippled as he moved his body, pushing and pulling his pelvis. This is a dream. It’s a dream! Wake up now, Mahalia! I told myself. But still, I couldn’t. Until the woman screamed her release and the man groaned next. I closed my eyes after that scene. Then I was suddenly transported to a wide dimly lit hallway. The torches were held in place by a holder stuck in the stone walls. The red-orange fire gently swayed as I passed by. The air was a bit chilly but tolerable. My eyes strained but I could make out the paintings on the walls. I instinctively knew they were watercolors. There was a huge painting of a beautiful man in loincloth and a cape. He had long hair that was braided in four parts and a headdress with a couple of peacock feathers. He looked vaguely familiar but I didn’t dwell on it. I had no idea but my feet seemed to know where to go. I entered a fragrant bedchamber. I thought it smelled of sea daffodils and jasmine. It was really nice. Then I suddenly heard a woman’s sexy moan. Damn it! Again? I wanted to retrace my steps but it was the same as before. Something held me back. And instead, my eyes found the source in a few seconds of sweeping the neat room. With two torches lit near the entrance, I could see on my left the large bed covered with red and yellow sheet. The woman was straddling the man, riding him slowly and erotically. Her head was thrown back, while she caressed her own breasts. The man, on the other hand, was holding her sexy waist as he moved his hips up and down, thrusting into her body. Shit! I thought it was the same man. But as I peered into the face of the woman—yes, I was next to them standing by the bed this time—I realized it was not the same girl he had been with earlier at the garden. Seriously this guy? What an ass! I grimaced as I watched them sexing. Oh, God! Why am I even here? And why was I seeing this? I covered my eyes but the fingers were wide apart, so I could still see what they were doing. I closed my eyes but they opened on their own accord. Why didn’t I have control over my own senses and body? I tried to shut down those s****l moans and groans coming from them but to no avail. It was quite frustrating on my part. I had no control over anything, I realized. Just like my life… After a couple of minutes or so, I heard them both c****x. I could only sigh in relief. Finally, they were done. Maybe I could get out now and they might want to do it again. I was about to walk away when the man’s baritone voice said, “You can go now.” Wait, did he just talk to me? I turned around slowly but found out he was facing the woman who was standing by the bed and putting on a strapless, fitted bodice garment with symmetrical design of green and red. She was quite more beautiful than the other younger woman earlier. But she was perhaps like his age, in mid-twenties. She had dark wavy hair and healthy olive skin. “What? I thought… I thought we will tell the Priest-King tonight that we’re going to marry in two days,” she said, shocked. The man on the bed covered by the sheet up to the waist laughed tauntingly. “Don't you realize how ridiculous you sound right now, Helia? You already know that the holy union is far from this relationship I have with women! And certainly, my father won’t even agree to it. You and I are through right after you had your first orgasm.” The woman’s mouth gaped open. “Y-you mean you don’t love me?” He sniggered at that. “Love? There’s no such thing as love, Helia. I’ve never felt love. I only feel pleasure! I only enjoy women’s bodies and what they can offer. You gave me your body willingly. You must have just thought I led you on. But I didn’t, did I? I didn’t promise you anything, Helia. Don’t be naïve and clingy. Other women don’t have a problem with having fun with me. And we were just having fun, right?” She moistened her lips. “B-but you said w-we can talk to—” “I never agreed to it, did I? Now, you can get out of my bedchamber. I want to rest.” Her eyes seemed to glow red, and I gasped. “How dare you steal my maidenhood and treat me like a harlot! I’m not like your other women, Vasilios!” With that, a sudden flare of the torches made the room brighter. The fire caught the curtains by the window and it licked the fabrics, making the flames grow bigger, brighter and hotter. “I curse you!” She took a coin, showing it to him as he was frozen in place while his room was set on fire. “You may be able to watch women, give favors or wishes to them but you can’t touch them, unless you can get out from this prison I’m putting you in!” she added. I saw the man being sucked slowly into the coin on her palm, which made my eyes go big as saucers. “You will be able to break free only when you fall in love and the woman you fall for is in love with you, too. Good luck finding her, you rake!” She then smirked with fiery eyes as she walked away from the burning room and tossed the coin in the air.