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A Remnant of Dionysus

The Morning After

By Zoe BrainardPublished 4 years ago 6 min read
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Somewhere amidst the summer afternoon hustle and bustle of New York City was a hotel room doused in the unbearable stench of sweat, drugs, and alcohol. The floor covered in spilled cocaine, cigarette ashes, alcohol, vomit, and various other bodily fluids. A sea of sleeping nude bodies covered the floors and furniture of what was once a clean and luxurious penthouse. The French balcony doors were wide open and allowed the summer heat and golden sun rays to flood the room. The air was still and filled with dust as the summer heat slowly became almost impossible to bear any longer.

As the summer heat blanketed over a sea of nakedness those sleeping bodies began to shift uncomfortably under the summer’s heat. Still even as their skin began to sweat and they became slick against each other none of them had awoken from their much-needed slumber. As the early afternoon turned into a late one the rose up high into New York’s clear blue sky and even graced the eyes of a sleeping goddess. She lay quietly beneath the sweat-slicked bodies of mortals who had fallen prey to her golden witchery. As the feeling of sweat and the unbearable heat began to bother her quiet slumber her eyes fluttered open. She started up at the white and gold decorated ceiling before looking around at the nude bodies who slept on top of her. She chuckled to herself at the sight of men and women who had succumbed to her bewitchment and embraced their most carnal desires. Those same men and women would never know that they laid among the presence of a goddess, daughter to Dionysus.

She looked at the sweat-slicked limbs that covered her nude body and pushed them gently away before slowly sitting up in bed. She looked out onto that beautiful sea of chaos and basked in the lingering desires of mortals who even in their dreams yearn to be touched, to be embraced, seduced. These very desires are what fuel her ever-growing curiosity of these mortal creatures. In some aspects she even envied them, but her envy was almost always short-lived. For when your a goddess blessed with immortality and utter perfection what is there really to be envious of. As she sat there in bed staring at the heaps of colorful flesh she finally decided to get up. She stood up carefully as to not disturb the others before she stepped over their sleeping bodies and meticulously stepped down from the bed. As she stepped onto the floor she took a moment to shake away her late afternoon fatigue as she lifted her arms above her head. She clasped one hand in the other and stretched out her slender body.

Her ribs gently poked through her sun-kissed skin as she arched her back and lifted her small breasts towards the ceiling. She lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes as she stretched out her lean muscles which were somewhat sore from last night’s debauchery. Soon she unclasped her hand and brought her arms back down to her sides. She slowly lowered herself down from the tips of her toes to her heels before carefully maneuvering around the sleeping piles of colorful flesh. As she walked around these mortals she couldn’t help but admire their imperfect beauty. Their bodies were only slightly asymmetrical, their skin beautiful shades of white, and brown. Some were more sun-kissed than the other but they still held a soft glow as rays of the summer sun spotlighted their sweat-slicked bodies. A smile spread across her lips as she admired them before she finally reached the French balcony doors that had been so recklessly been left open.

As she stepped away from the sea of bodies and onto the warm balcony her smile grew as she walked to the balcony railing and looked out onto New York City. The city glistened in that late afternoon sun and the naturally boisterous city was quiet from penthouse balcony. She loved being so high up that even the city of New York seemed peaceful. As she stood there staring down on the city a soft breeze blew through the penthouse as fluffy white clouds curtained over the sun. The breeze began to waft out the horrid stench of last night’s debauchery. She stood there basking in the sunlight that peeked through clouds and her body shimmered brightly like the gold coins of a pirate’s most precious treasure.

She crossed her arms and rested her arms on the balcony railing as she leaned her body forward and arched her body inward. Her pale breasts and slightly darkened nipple budded beautifully in the sunlight before she arched her back outward and looked almost like a hunchback. She did this to stretch out her slightly worn-out body before she straightened out her body into a comfortable position. As she stood there in the hot sun a well-built man with beautifully darkened brown skin covered with scars and tattoos walked onto the balcony and smiled at the sight of her naked body shimmering in the sunlight. He quietly walked up behind her and gently placed his coarse and overworked hand upon her smooth, unscarred shoulder. She smiled at the feeling of his touch and stood up straight. She leaned into his touch and rested her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned back into his embrace before he gently rested his chin on her shoulder. His body was muscular, strong, and invitingly warm despite the late afternoon summer heat.

He held her close to his chest and closed his eyes as she held her. As she basked in his embrace she could feel the strong beating of his heart, she could hear his soft but deep inhales and exhales next to her ear and felt his chest rise and fall with each breath. She smiled at this feeling and gently gripped onto his arms as she nuzzled her head gently against the crook of his neck. He smiled at the feeling and opened his eyes before gently kissing her flushed cheeks. “Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked as they both stared at the bustling sunlit city. “It is kind of beautiful isn’t it; in its own foolish way,” she said with a soft chuckle, “but I was surprised to see that my father was right. Mortals truly are fascinating creatures when you coerce them into showing you the things they’d rather keep hidden.” She said as she turned to look at his somewhat tired face resting gently on her shoulder. She kissed his cheek with dry, alcohol stained lips before turning back to the view.

As they stood there a cool breeze rushed over their naked bodies and sent a shiver down her spine. He held her closer to his warm chest as she shivered softly in an effort to protect her from the breeze. The breeze flew through the penthouse and washed over the beautifully sleeping and nude mortals like a cold shower. These piles of flesh began to moan and groan as the tired mortals began to slowly wake up from their deep slumbers. She and he turned around together to watch these piles of disoriented bodies begin to toss and turn as they tried to wake up and return to reality. They looked to each other and then back at the sea of mortals before a breeze picked up once again and the silk curtains that hung inside in front of the French balcony doors danced in the breeze. They looked to each other and smiled, “Let’s go home and eat breakfast, maybe even take a shower,” she said with a chuckle as the curtains blew with the breeze once again and the two disappeared from the balcony.

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Zoe Brainard

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