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

 

Bending down, checking some of her outdoor plants, she then checks her nails.
“I have a Tarot card reading in thirty minutes, one of my clientele will be here soon. Carry on cleaning…” Returning back into her kitchen area, lifting two wine glasses from the upper cupboard. She turns, as Darius enters her house. “….I will do the reading in my room…” Reaching under the sink cupboard, she lifts up a bottle of wine. Placing it next to the wine glasses. Smiling, she faces Darius. “...A little early for wine. You think?”
Darius chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “For me?”
“I don’t think so! It’s for my guest,” she replies, neatening up a pair of pillows for the couch, checking her appearance in a mirror which overlooks an old cast iron fire place.
Not a client, but a guest? Darius thinks to himself, as he begins to understand the motivations and persona of the woman in front of him. Already aware, that she has had sex with a man earlier on, to which he had viewed Sharon fucking him from her outside bedroom window.
Darius lifts up the plastic bucket, window cleaner and rag and walks back into Sharon’s house, moving down the hallway to the front door, which is open, with its mesh screen closed. He opens the screen door. Noting how it has become hot outside, he proceeds to clean the windows.
As he begins to wipe the outside windows, his mind drifts back to that distinct scent from Sharon, and the scent of the lounge room, although he does not have any direct ancestry to Sharon’s ethnicity, there is a familiarity to him of the smells of incense and spices that is of Indian and Middle Eastern hospitality and cuisine. Yet, it is Sharon’s personal scent that intrigues him, a sexual aroma. Placing the rag into the bucket, he walks back into the house, to where Sharon is sitting at her couch, her right leg folded over over left, with a glass on wine in front of her.
“Sharon, could I please use your toilet?”
“Of course, you don’t have to ask,” she replies with a smile.
“Thank you,” he says, walking down the hallway again, opening the door of the toilet and bathroom, closing it behind him. He looks over the area, the old bathtub and shower recess with its four ornamented claw-foot stands. Noting the toilet at the far end of the bathroom, he also sees the weaved cane laundry basket to the left, lifting up the toilet seat, he then reaches down and slides the cane lid across, viewing Sharon’s crumbled up dress she wore earlier, moving it aside, he views a lace, dark gray pair of underwear, lifting them up with his left hand, opening up the gusset, the scent is almost overwhelming has he studies the area where Sharon’s vagina would have rested. The cotton material, slightly stained with her juices. Lifting them to his nose, he inhales, noting the strong aroma of her sexual arousal.
“She must have worn these before she had sex,” he says quietly to himself, closing his eyes Darius enters a trance like meditation. He brings the gusset to his nose one more time, inhaling the scent of her elixir, reminding him of a spicy sweet clove like aroma. Folding the underwear neatly, placing the undergarment into his back pocket. Flushing the toilet, he checks his appearance in the mirror, he then exits the toilet. Hearing Sharon laughing with a male in her lounge area, aware that her guest has arrived, Darius continues cleaning the front window, his job for the day almost completed.
“Adorjan…” Sharon steps halfway out onto her veranda looking at Darius. “...I’m going to start my reading with my client now. As I mentioned, it’ll be in my bedroom. Shouldn't take too long. Are you nearly done?” She asks, looking around her front veranda windows.
“Last one,” he replies, pointing at the window in front of him.
“Great! Payday very shortly. Hey, I can do your reading too!”
Darius nods, smiling.
“Ok, carry on.” She quickly ducks back inside, as he hears the footsteps of a male and Sharon’s and bedroom door shut.
Darius thinks about the scent from her underwear and what he saw earlier, of Sharon fucking.
His heart rate begins to increase.
Walking back into the house, he passes Sharon's bedroom door, entering the lounge and kitchen area, he looks walks towards her altar, noting that the crimson glass with the black cloth draped above is not there, just an empty space, he also notices an unopened deck of Tarot cards. Leaning against an ornamented bottle of Tequila. Studying the pieces upon the altar, bundles of tightly bound herbs, cinnamon sticks sitting within a copper pot of rose scent water, various talismans and charms. Returning his attention to where the glass was positioned, Darius looks at the two candles either side, one black, the other white.
“Opposites...” he says to himself smiling. “...And no tarot card reading for him.” Reaching into his back pocket, he lifts out her underwear again, raising the material to his nose, drawing in her scented aura. Aware that she is about to have sex with another man. Darius closes his eyes, as he did before. He feels as though time has stopped, seemingly leaving the persona, stepping out of his body for a brief moment. Opening his eyes, Darius places the underwear back into his pocket again, he lifts up the Tarot card pack, opening it, he takes out the first card which is face down. Flipping it over, he sees it as “The Chariot”, slotting the card back, he closes the pack and returning it to its original position on the altar. Walking towards Sharon’s room. Quietly standing by the door, he peers in through the keyhole. Viewing a naked Sharon lying at the edge of her bed, as a man, also naked, is kneeling with his head between her legs. Darius watches, as the man standing, moves onto the bed, as Sharon angles herself towards the middle of her bed. Darius stares at her dark mound of pubic hairs, as she opens her legs again, this time the man, grasping a large, erect uncircumcised cock, with his right hand guides it towards her vagina

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