Silver Moon Colors of the Moon 3

In 1996, Mojstrana - Slovenia. Elizabeth was 22 years old, a beautiful, dreamy young woman who worked as a saleswoman in a record store. She was the reserved type and rarely went out with the other girls her age, Elise was her great friend and co-worker.

— Today, I have tickets to the Bon Jovi show. — Says Elise, very excited and with a big smile.

— I prefer to stay at home, I’m tired, and my mother has not let me leave the house lately!

— Please, Elizabeth, you never go out with me and this time it’ll be fun. Come on, please! — She insisted heavily until Elizabeth agreed, and the two agreed where to meet that night.

The show was crowded, Elizabeth tried to find her friend in the crowd that crowded in front of the entrance of the place. She walked as much as he could, but did not find it, sighed and gave up to enter that place, since he did not care so much to be there among that amount of people. With the grandeur of that event, the buses could no longer circulate around the site, and Elizabeth had to walk until she found a taxi. Elizabeth As I walked through those streets taken by several parked cars, a different cold or maybe a feeling that something was about to happen to me. Since I was little, I have feelings about things and people that approach my life, as if they were premonitions. To get to the bus stop, I needed to go through a dark alley, which would take me to the main avenue. It was cold, I crossed my arms close to the body looking for a little heat and walked faster, always trying to keep watch. When the light was a few meters away, I heard a sound as if something had been thrown from one of the buildings to the ground, and I turned quickly back. A beautiful young man looked at me voraciously, hairs at the shoulders…was robust and had beautiful eyes in a green tone that I have never seen equal and that mingled with the brightness of that waning moon. I can not explain how or why, my body ceased to be my domain, I was surrendered to his eyes.

— Why do you fear me, my beautiful one? — He did not move, only looked at me as if he could see beyond what the eyes could see. Who knows could see through my clothes, reached out to me and I without thinking of anything else I walked towards him. She gently removed my hair, undressing my neck and smelling my skin that when she felt her freshly made beard, she shivered.

— What do you want from me? — I asked, scared. He looked me in the eyes and from that moment on, I can not say how, I felt myself resting in a huge soft bed and I smelled myrrh incense. Candles, sheets of red blood and our naked bodies, I still remember feeling no shame for being naked next to a stranger.

— Your lips, beautiful, so beautiful! — He drew my lips with her index finger as it rested her body on mine, and we kissed each other with despair and burning. I wanted him more than to breathe, and I know that he and I not only unite in body.

Her fingers running through my white skin and plucking sighs of pleasure, something that had never felt in my whole life. I woke up still feeling the smell of incense and his skin, I ran my hand over the sheet and to my surprise I was at home and in my bed. Strange that dream so real, and I could never turn into words, the fact is that I was naked and in my body I could be the marks left by him. I spoke to Elise the same day, she claimed to have seen me for the last time on the show. So what happened somehow was true, I decided not to tell anyone else that I had been able to sleep with a stranger, would be judged by people and offended by them. I could not hide for a long time that I was no longer a virgin, because I became pregnant with that strange man.