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Dear readers, Thank you for purchasing this book. "The magic of lust" - is an erotic short novel. It is about the history of young Loic, from Reims in France. Loic and his girlfriend Nadja have recently split up because of his sadomasochistic tendencies. Together with his years-long secret swarm of Julia, he travels to Paris to gain a few days' distance. There he discovers a very interesting old mirror in an antique shop. That mirror won't let him go. Gradually he seems to take more and more possession of him. He clouds Loic's senses and lures him with sexual fantasies and debauchery, which he does not consider to be real at first. The newly inflamed love for Julia also seems to fall victim to the mirror. But over time, Loic also realizes that he is not alone. He is not the first to whom the mirror clouds the senses.
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The magic of lust
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Original copyright © 2023, by Summer Winter.
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Dear Readers,
The Magic of Lust
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Dear readers,
Thank you for purchasing this book.
"The magic of lust" - is an erotic short novel. It is about the history of young Loic, from Reims in France.
Loic and his girlfriend Nadja have recently split up because of his sadomasochistic tendencies. Together with his years-long secret swarm of Julia, he travels to Paris to gain a few days' distance.
There he discovers a very interesting old mirror in an antique shop.
That mirror won't let him go. Gradually he seems to take more and more possession of him. He clouds Loic's senses and lures him with sexual fantasies and debauchery, which he does not consider to be real at first.
The newly inflamed love for Julia also seems to fall victim to the mirror. But over time, Loic also realizes that he is not alone.
He is not the first to whom the mirror clouds the senses.
The magic of lust
Loic believed that his misery had begun with the following words: "No, under these circumstances I cannot stay with you!" "You know how you're hurting me with that?" "Didn't you just tell me you're upset when women hurt you? "I find it sad that you see it that way, especially since I was willing to give it up for you. It shows me that you didn't understand much." It didn't help. Nadja didn't want to understand his point of view, probably she just couldn't, Loic knew that, but he was also disappointed that she didn't understand his love.
In this mood he dozed in on his blue, not very comfortable sofa when she had gone. It wasn't a good night's sleep, it was the kind of sleep that gives you really hard headaches. For a long time, however, even this sleep was not granted to him. Just as he was about to slip into a deep sleep phase, he was awakened rudely by a ringing. He knew the penetrating tone from somewhere, he thought, when he was still fighting against permanent disorientation.
This sound is really not good for my head, he thought further and rubbed his temples. Eventually, his eyes could put his phone in a certain context with ringing. Still deaf in his legs, he swayed to ring the bell and took off: "Yes?" he said, wondering why he always had to start making such witty remarks. "Hi, it's Julia, I hope I'm not disturbing you." "Actually, you do." "Why? Boy, you don't sound good at all." "Nadja broke up with me today." "Oh, I'm sorry, should I come by?" "No, I just want to be alone.
You better tell me why you're calling me?" "I have to go to Paris for a few more days to find something else for my undergraduate diploma, and I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come with me for a few days. You're interested in moving to the university there." That was the right thing for Loic, he wanted to get out of here anyway and a few days of distance and air change combined with useful efficiency. Besides, Julia was a really handsome character and she hated Nadja. Yeah, a few days with her would be just the thing.
Maybe I made a mistake after all, thought Loic and wiped the sweat off my forehead. It was July and it was scorching hot in Reims, east of the great city of love. He had completed his visit to the campus and talks with the university lecturers in one day and then he was alone.
Julia immediately withdrew into some magazines and libraries and watched newspaper clippings from long forgotten times. Loic therefore decided to visit the city. The city of love always has something to offer. No matter how many times you have visited Paris, you fall in love with it again and again.
And now he stood on the large square in front of Notre-Dame Cathedral, sweating and wondering if he could use his time more sensibly. Their beauty is boundless and beyond reach. Loic decided not to look inside the cathedral. You've admired her so many times before, from the outside as well as the inside, shot through his head and he turned in the other direction, seeing a McDonald's there somewhere. There he could buy some things that would help him fight the heat.
He walked through the short passageway, away from the cathedral to the city centre and remained standing as if rooted. There he saw something that immediately captivated him. At first he wasn't sure if it was a shop, but the closer he came, the more certain he was that it had to be some kind of antique shop. The dark windows, which formed a strong contrast to the blazing heat and brightness outside, had irritated him so much. In the windows stood some Latin words written in Old German script.
He read them carefully and carefully: Semper fidelis, dum spiro spero. There were some other words he could not translate. He knew the meaning of these two only too well: forever faithful and as long as I breathe, I hope. The business really started to fascinate him. He walked in carefully and was disappointed at first. It was bright indoors because of the extremely strong sun and books lay around everywhere, an old man in a blue shirt dusted off an equally old globe and the shop had lost all its mysterious splendour. When the man noticed him, he looked up briefly, his eyes seemed to be flashing for a moment, but were immediately clear again.
Probably the sun, Loic thought. "Can I help you?" the man wanted to know in a very friendly tone. "That's a good question, which I honestly can't answer so easily." The man nodded knowing: "I understand, a lot of people come into our business just to look around." "No, it's not that either. Their business, they must think it's ridiculous, seemed kind of mystical to me out there. It seemed so full of contrasts with the sun, which I think I've just heard too much of."
The man came to him and showed understanding: "I don't find this ridiculous, you know, people always come to us from different motives, if they don't just want to look and even then they have a reason why they do this. This city is overcrowded with libraries. Looking for something mysterious? I'm sure we can help them, too. Marie, come here, please!" When he had said the last one, a door opened from somewhere, which, Loic was absolutely sure, was not there before.
The result was an inconspicuous young woman, probably his age, wearing a grey skirt and a dark blouse. "You called me, Uncle?" she wanted to know. "Yes, the nice young man here is interested, I think at least, in the black mirror and the candles of the Hydra." Candles of the Hydra, Loic thought about it and wondered what it meant, but then the young woman named Marie took him by the hand, smiled at him and said: "Come along. You'll see, you'll really like the mirror." At that moment, Loic saw that her lips were painted in dark red. Strangely inappropriate to her other outfit. But she pulled so hard on his arm that he immediately dropped the thought.
They went together into the next room and the surprised Loic very much. The room was like an old vault of a castle. Marie closed the door and Loic realized that the room was lit only by torches on the walls and that the walls were made of bare stones. At first Loic thought the room was empty, but when he looked closely, he realized that there were shelves covered by black curtains all over the walls. This had been done so cleverly that at first they seemed like the shadow border of the torches. "Exciting space,"Loic remarked.
Marie turned with a laugh: "Yes, isn't it? We call him the crypt. It is the favourite room of the owner of the house. She lays great store by the details, so the torches must always be fresh and radiate a smell reminiscent of the Middle Ages and torture. If you've seen the pillory outside, rumor has it this is the, well, let's say, dark room. This is where they did what they were ashamed of later. That's how I picture it." Loic drove the show fear, not only with disgust over his back. "Well, she said, here he is," and at the same time raised a black curtain, highlighting some deep black and a few bright white candles. The black one was probably made of glass or a similar material, but not large, about the size of a CD.
"This is the mirror, at least part of it,"she said cautiously and with admiration, and then continued: "supposedly the wife of Constantine the Great brought him here and broke him when she surprised her husband with one of his mistresses. They say he has magical powers." Loic saw the mirror and was immediately fascinated. It was as if he was under a spell. "I, I must have him, "he stuttered. "Yes, of course.
"Marie said almost in an arrogant tone of voice, and then immediately became friendly again: "But it costs 500 euros with the candles together." Loic didn't care, he wanted this mirror for himself and if it would cost him a month's wages, because he was doing it in his side job.
They went back to the next room and Marie packed the mirror while he paid her uncle. He still wasn't sorry he paid so much money for the mirror. Maybe he was really antique. When he went to Marie to take the package, she bent over briefly and whispered something strange into his ear:"To elicit the magic of the mirror, put a woman's image in front of the mirror and light one of the candles and darken the room. Now go on, quickly."
With these words he was almost pushed out of the door by her and was immediately back in the heat and went on to McDonalds in confusion. He didn't understand their words, but he wanted to try it out. In the Mc Donalds he saw a beautiful young woman, she might be around 18/19, wore high white sandals, a short skirt and a tight white top. She had black hair with sunglasses in it.
