Carnaval E-Book

Love Wild

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 32

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

There's no celebration quite like the Brazilian Carnaval, thousands of overheated bodies moving on the street parties to the music of the trios elétricos and their own desires. Michael, an American traveler, is there to enjoy the unequaled experience of being right in the thick of things, guided by a gracious host and his own quest for adventure. Happiness, enjoyment and freedom are the rules of the night. Cheap alcohol flows easily, kisses are traded among strangers and everyone seems to share into the infectious atmosphere of it all. That's when Michael meets Maria Luiza, a beautiful Brazilian blonde who he can't tear his eyes from. They are separated during the festivities and the packed crowd makes finding any one person nearly impossible. But Luiza stumbles on Michael again before he can make a fool of himself in the biggest party of the world, surrounded by people who don't speak his language. The night is over when she takes him home to sleep his drunkenness off in her bed, but their time together is just beginning.

Leseprobe

“I know it’s very loud.” Michael’s airbnb host, Ana, screamed on his ear over the bustle of the street party goers and the trio elétrico playing the traditional Carnaval beats, the marchinhas. “But that’s the fun of it.” She smiled, raising her neon green hard plastic cup in cheers.

He could barely hear himself when he spoke to her, and someone bumped into him every second or so, dancing or moving through the crowd. There were thousands of bodies packed together in the Rio streets, celebrating the national, cultural event that was the Brazilian Carnaval. Michael, a certified introvert who bristled when his personal space was breached by anyone but close friends, was having the time of his life. There was a good chance he had never touched so many strangers at once. And he went to the Superbowl once.

He had to place his mouth close to her ear in order to be heard.

“I might go deaf tonight.” He laughed. The cheap alcohol he and Ana had been drinking for the past few hours had already loosened his inhibitions, making the world seem like a more relaxed, happier place.

It would have been better if his host, and now friend, wasn’t stopped every two steps by a cheerful celebrant, who would speak in her ear in Portuguese and occasionally proceed to kiss her. Full, French-kissing. Michael would turn slightly to give them privacy, but he was hesitant of being lost in the crowd, so he had to stay near. Ana had explained it to him: in general, Brazilians were not too picky about kissing people, at least if compared to Americans. During Carnaval, that inhibition was lowered even further, and there was close to no ceremony needed before a few pecks were exchanged.

“My record was on the closing night of the 2016 Carnaval.” She told him with great pride, early in their acquittance. “16 hotties smooched in a single evening. I could have gone higher, of course, but I have standards!”

There were a few ladies who had approached Michael already, though it seemed like men were expected to do the prompting there as well. He politely declined the advances, as none of them particularly caught his attention. As immersed as he was in the contagious feeling of the party, trading saliva with complete strangers was not exactly a turn on for him.

“You just need to drink more.” Ana consoled him, as soon as he shared his thoughts on the subject.

She treated his unwillingness to partake on the uninhibited sexuality flowing all around as something to be fixed. As he watched her abandon herself fully to the party – free in a way Michael suspected he would need at least a few strong hallucinogens to achieve – it became clear to him that she might have had a point. Being able to unwind and let yourself be led wherever Rio’s street Carnaval took you seemed to grant people a higher experience, one unlike any other. If one survived the dangers involved – Michael’s brain screamed a somewhat gruesome list of them repeatedly during those first few forays into the packed streets – it seemed like whatever was on the other side was worth it.

“We are meeting one of my friends tonight!” Ana yelled at him, as soon as she said goodbye to her latest kissing partner. That one had been a tall brunette dressed up as Wonder Woman. If Michael watched this time, instead of turning around, no one would judge him for it. “She’s waiting by the street corner, let’s go.”

The place she pointed at as she spoke had to be no more than twenty feet back. It still took the two of them over ten minutes to reach it, as they had to force their way through the crowd in the opposite direction. Everyone was following the trios elétricos