Reading: "Etelke, I of the Conjurer" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025)

 

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Fuck!…” Etelke Pana places her left hand over her mouth, as her orgasm continues on, “...Oh, fuck, Ah, ah...That stupid fucking ex-President, that Fascist...Ah, he killed her son, in that stupid….Ah, oh…” She feels the last pulsations of her vagina contracting, leaning slightly upward, her eyes closed. “...War…” placing her head back onto the pillow, she slowly opens her eyes. “...He died for nothing.”
Slowing down her breathing, she turns to her left side, eyeing Brad, who’s asleep.
“The most intense orgasm, the unvoiced sounds…” Whispering to herself, referring to her suppressed vocalization of pleasure and her unconscious thoughts, in its sleep induced, sexual meditation. “...Duti?…” Relating to the Kulamārga Tantric term of messenger, as female yogini’s of the 7^th Century India, after Sexual Fluid Gnosis ritual, would offer a message, via ingesting sexual fluids of the male and females of the Kaula Cult, so their followers could, through ritualized meditation, transcend duality. “...I’m bleeding. Clean up, and then come back to bed…” Yawning, she makes her way to the bathroom. “...and falls asleep. Maybe dream, the same dream.”

*

1984

Turning onto 5^th Avenue, Kathy Terraza sucks in a deep draw from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke, she walks onward. Hamish Anderson’s restaurant is around here somewhere. I remember receiving the invite for the opening. Didn’t attend though. She nears the building numbered Four Hundred and Thirty Three with it arched doorway, she looks upwards at the cream colored Nineteen Twenties facade, moving closer to the glass door, she leans forward, trying to peer into the darkened restaurant interior. She views a man moving about, dressed in a white shirt.
Kathy with her right index finger taps on the tinted window. The man stops what he’s doing, moving closer to the window. Recognizing Kathy. He beckons her with his with his right hand, indicating for Kathy to enter the restaurant. The door opens.
“Kathy!...” He says in a sincere way, happy to see her. They both in embrace. “...Come in.”
She obliges, and enters the foyer of the restaurant, which is empty of guests. Hamish Anderson, closes and locks the door behind her.
“Good to see you Hamish. Sorry I missed your opening…” She looks around the stylized interior, with its dimmed and ambient lighting. “...You’ve done an amazing job.”
“Come, sit down at the bar” He leads Kathy to a bar setting at the far end of the restaurant, with its plush ochre colored bar stools. Placing her hand bag to her left side, she sits down. Anderson, walks behind the bar, setting down two glasses, with a large spoon leaning down he scoops some ice cubes onto the spoon, placing two in each of the glasses. He lifts up a bottle of Talisker single malt scotch whiskey pouring an ounce into each of the glasses. He places one of the glasses on a silver coaster in front of Kathy.
“Thank you…” She has a sip. “...Mmm, I needed that. Very nice.” Placing the glass back down onto its coaster, she looks around the dimmed seating area of the restaurant, resting her right hand over the synthetic fabric of the bar stool.
“This color, I love it. Burnt orange?”
Anderson also has a sip. “Ochre. They were imported from Italy, as was most of the dining area seating and tables.”
Kathy has another sip from the whiskey, feeling the calming effects of its high alcohol percentage. “Sorry, Murray and I missed the opening.”
Anderson places his left hand onto hers. “It’s ok, you’re here now. You wanna see something?”
Kathy nods, whilst smiling. Anderson makes his away from the bar, pointing at her glass “Take the drink, follow me,” he says, as Kathy stands, straightening out her skirt, she lifts up her glass, sipping again. Walking towards the left side of the bar area, he opens a black painted door. With a small staircase that leads up to the mezzanine level.  

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Reading: "Etelke, I of the Conjurer" from COVEAL OF THE HEDONIC (A.Glass 2025).