No Words: November E-Book

Larissa Mundim

• Herausgeber: Nega Lilu Editora
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 44

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

About love in recent times and mediated affective relationships. From chats and exchanged emails between Darkie and Leeloo, the reader is invited to access the intimacy of a relationship that starts with the aim to write a tale 4 hands, which has as method the experience lived between them. "November" is the first chapter of "No Words", a Brazilian fiction novel written by Larissa Mundim and Valentina Prado, translated into English by Mariana Dominguez.

Leseprobe

Larissa Mundim | Valentina Prado

Goiânia/GO - Brazil Nega Lilu Editora

Sinead

from

Laura Passing <[email protected]>

to

Brisa Marin <[email protected]>

date

Nov 6, 2009 at 03:33

subject

Sinead

mailed-by    

gmail.com

Dear Brisa, I’m gone.

I respect Barbara. I have always liked her more, since the beginning. You know it.

The night was beautiful. Thanks for the company.

Originally, your presentation for Nazaré Tenório would have been something like this: necessary presence, force of nature... a cashew blossom.

The following Spanish tale I wrote was inspired by you. Your energy, your beauty, sensuality and intelligence. It is not complete because, while writing it, I had doubts if Chapter Two would be finished − despite writing it anyway. Short and intense.

I want you.

Laura

No Words

Chapter I

One day I would write you a professional e-mail, somewhat long, and with a subliminal message. After a few weeks of being harassed, you would simply reply “I want you”.

If I could, I would not reply. Leaving some suspense in the air for our next encounter − and I could smile for you. Otherwise, I would simply send you a “me too” and we would both be looking forward to an encounter that, if it were for me, it would be casual. But perhaps to build a different relationship, I would walk into your office unannounced.

Caught by the moment. Breathless, I would be welcomed by you with a larger-than-life hug. We would stay in this sweet embrace until we felt it was needed to back away. You would crack some sort of joke and I would be direct: When will we see each other?

“Now.”

Pause and a shy grin to quickly assess what all that meant.

“Let’s go then.” I reply.

And my paralyzed story continues when I grab your hand without any worries. The phone rings, a fright and suspense. Please do not forward any calls and do not let anyone in. Anyone.

In silence, we enter the bathroom stall. Restrained sighs.

We glance at each other and we know we don’t have a lot of time. I come in closer. Without any comments, I carefully kiss your upper lip before introducing my tongue in your mouth. Our tongues meet. There is tension and dialogue there. You want me. The kiss works. I start to get excited. Attentive to the subtleties, we back away with no words.

I hope not to find anyone on my way. I go down the stairs quickly, leave the building and you see me through the window.

“Hello...”

“So... when can we meet?”

Silence.

“As soon as you can.”

Silence.

“I’ll e-mail you later.”

“Perfect. Bye!”

“Bye.”

And the rest of the day resumed. In a daft attempt to focus, I was only able to reconstitute our scene. I didn’t check my mailbox, trying to control my anxiety. The kiss was present and it kept me sexually excited throughout the day. I felt like singing Tom Jobim’s songs. “Gabrieeela... Gabriela-a”.

I got your e-mail in the beginning of the evening. You mentioned once again the sentence said in one of our conversations alone – and they had been so few – sharing your wish to “get to know my universe”. In that occasion I did not understand very well the expression and I was honest when I said that I didn’t understand, but I didn’t ask for any further explanation. I just let it be... It was on that day that everything started inside of me. And from then on, I was open.

I met you at a café. I wanted water. You ordered a cappuccino, and then decided to cancel it. “Two sparkling waters, please.”

We chatted attentively. You were making an effort not to talk about work and I was trying not to let you talk too much. Soon after I started speaking, I’d feel the need to shut up so I could hear you a bit more and observe your choices. That would warm and comfort me. When I smoothly touched my hair for the third time, you said “so...”.

“That kiss was really nice.”

I confirmed nodding my head. Stares.

“I want more.” I completed and suggested we leave. It was settled that we would go for a ride. I had never seen her drive and thought that was interesting.

Even before the car moved, I caressed your hair. I lightly touched the neck which I had been observing for months and wanted to kiss many times. You smiled showing your fangs and, nearby, you stopped under a lasiandra tree that exuded an intoxicating evening perfume – near the white mansion I used to call Twelve Oaks. Your hands were cold when they softly landed on my face, anticipating a hot, scrumptious, slow kiss, determined to swallow me.

The following day, we saw each other to discuss business. I felt light and beautiful. We had some tea while we discussed the campaign in course. She took my hand like someone who introduces a new subject, proposing me a date in a more calm place. I said yes without thinking twice. I said I would get ourselves a room to wait for her.

Said and done. At 19:45 the reception called me to let me know that Gabriela had arrived. We were dying for some privacy and, as the door closed behind her, we started making out right there, by the bathroom. After welcoming each other, you asked me if I did not want to come in... The laughs were a good sign. All was well. No insecurities, no guilt, just a huge will to broaden the intimacy of our caresses.

Re: Sinead

from

Laura Passing <[email protected]>

to