THE NAKED TRUTH; Uncovered, Unvarnished, Un-sculpted, Authentic.

Someone wondered, asked, inquired, whether it was possible, that in two very distinct places, at two very different times, with two very unlike entities, the truth would exist, be real, or even a fact. Yet it indeed was that and Celine stood at the centre of both.

Never in her wildest dream, in the faintest segment of her imagination, the most remote parts of her subconsciousness did she envisage that NAKED TRUTH. She savoured both aspects with slow, tantalizingly delish sips, ensuring that they never left her and that the experiences remained firmly etched in the deepest recesses of her being.

First, the gentle tugging of amorous strings strummed playfully and sweetly on her heart like a Spanish Guitar on a quiet Caribbean Night by the seaside, where the sultry waves lapped quietly on the shore, hugging them with soothing caresses. There was Jean-Jacques, the warmest, and kindest of them. His deep mahogany hue, dancing, smiling eyes juxtaposed with an intensely piercing, yet mellow gaze, melted her like butter and made her knees wobbly. She was at the mercy of this novelty and although both entities said nothing the chemistry was evident. Their hidden fires burned with a vivacity unmatched but Jean-Jacques remained completely respectful, a perfect, but attentive gentleman. Celine was hopeless at hiding her blushes, but retained her composure expertly. Both entities worked along side by side on a higher plain in unspoken unison.

Then there was the distinct, yet careful fluttering of wings, twittering enticingly nearby in the trees of passion, while the air was showered with waterfalls of impending ecstasy hitherto untapped. In the shadows stood Jules, seemingly uncertain of his moves. But the air was tick with desire and he penetrated her soul with kind, gentle eyes that roamed her body with a coy fierceness. His lips, full and definitely inviting, distracted and captured Celine, simultaneously, as he approached her. For an excruciatingly long time, the two ignored the inevitable but eventually, she was helpless at resisting the intoxicating and irresistible aura of that novelty. The chemistry was too evident to fake and eventually, the two had to come clean. Celine moved slowly and daintily to the intoxicating allure of fiery passion as both entities merged their beings with a deafening silence of bliss.