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Gold ring with glass cameo in bezel. Roman, Cypriot 1st–2nd century CE. x

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Chapter Twenty

Yiorgos, our taxi driver, chugs up the driveway with his boot stuffed full of cases and bags. It is hot already, even though he told us that the winter drew on longer than normal this year, but now the summer seems to have come early, completely swallowing up the spring. The Cypriot heat is bone dry today, and when we step out of the car and take our cases with us, a haze of dust from the path rises into the air and leaves a thin film on my sandals. The sun is sharp edged on the stone of this old building, and a scallop shaped bird bath in the garden has dried up. I run my fingers through the ridges of warm stone as Yiorgos hauls all of Claire’s bags out onto the ground, and gaze out towards the horizon from this vantage point, high enough to see the pale slash of Coral Beach to the west and the blue ridges of the Cedar Valley in the distant east, yellow sun glancing off their inclines. The wind does not blow. It is perfectly, silently still. 

“It’s hot.” I declare, fanning myself with the paperback book I packed for the plane, and Jude pushes his sunglasses onto his face. “Is it?” He says vaguely. He is wearing long trousers and a sweatshirt, and Shane has the decency to look irritated on my behalf. “Some of us would find this hot, man, yeah,” He says. “We weren’t all dragged up in the Chihuahuan Desert, or whatever it’s called,” He wipes sweat from his brow and begins hauling some of the bags up the steps to the worn wooden doors at the entrance of the house. There is an arc of sweat on his back, and hair at the nape of his neck is damp with it. He was never all that great in the sun. 

When Claire throws open the doors she does so with great flourish, and then flits through the house and does the same to all of them. I spot her up on the balcony above the pomegranate trees as I carry my things inside, like a Disney princess with her long, thick hair swishing around her shoulders, the look of complete and utter bliss fixed upon her pretty face. She was so excited about this holiday, and now being here, seeing how beautiful it is after all of the meticulous planning, I feel like I can relax. 

The house, with its smooth plastered walls is cool inside, as though the thick stone has held onto the damp of winter, but still, I go to the sink in the kitchen to get a palm full of water for my hot forehead. The shutters there are thrown open to a sea view, and far to the north east of the bay where the white sand meets the cliffs, a huge, top heavy rock juts out of the sea. I am squinting at it when Jude comes up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist. 

“It’s Aphrodite’s Rock,” I tell him. “I read about it in that guide at the tourist office. The myths say that she was born right there at that very spot.”

“She’s the Greek’s answer to Venus, right? Goddess of Love and beauty.”

“And marriage and prostitution and all of that fun stuff.”

“I bet she was a wild gal back in the BC days.”

“You know that the guide also said that that portion of the beach was voted the top place in the Mediterranean to have sex,” I don’t know why I just said that, and stiffen awkwardly in his arms, quickly adding, “It’s also a nudist beach,” as though that will save me somehow, but actually it only makes it worse.

“Oh,” He teases with a ticklish kiss on my cheekbone. “If you feel like heading down there at any point I wouldn’t be totally opposed.”

“Yeah, you me and a bunch of creepy old men, I bet, and anyway,” I twist around to face him “I’m already competing for time with your bloody thesis, I don’t really fancy wasting a precious day hiking all the way down there just to get my pasty baps out for a crowd of strangers.”

He throws his head back and groans, arms falling limp at his sides. “Please, we just arrived, don’t mention the ‘T’ word.”

“Get it done early,” I warn him with a stiff finger in the chest. “I’m not spending this whole holiday third wheeling it with Claire and Shane because you can’t stop procrastinating.”

“I’m like, 95% there. I swear, it’ll be like, one evening, max,” he whirls around and starts plucking bags from the heap on the terracotta tiles with a sudden burst of efficiency. “I’ll do it tonight, it’ll be over. For now we have to unpack and pick a room, and then I think we should take a walk and see if we can find somewhere to swim so we can get that sticky aeroplane feeling off us.”

“A room?” I echo, fixated on that part, “You think we should share?”

“Well, I don’t know,” He says, standing still with his arms full of cases. “Would you absolutely hate that?”

“I wouldn’t hate it, I just, you know…”

He nods, “We can sleep separately, I don’t mind.” 

“I’m sorry,” I add quickly, “It’s nothing personal, I just don’t want to feel kind of, situation-ed into something we’re not ready for.”

“Is that a word? Situ-”

“No.”

“Well, okay.”

“You’re not offended?”

“No!” He says, and rightly enough, he doesn’t sound it, but maybe he’s just a good actor. “It’s not like that with us, we’re going slow.”

I chew on my lip, “Well I feel like you’re just saying that.”

“Evie,” He sighs. “It’s different with us, I know that you’re anxious, and it doesn’t bother me. Actually, it’s nice, I’ve never done the waiting thing before, and I’m enjoying it, because I’ve been appreciating everything else that we’ve been doing.”

“Back when I was at school the waiting period was about eight months,” I tell him, and it’s just an innocent anecdote but I swear his face drains a bit. “Girls would go out with their first boyfriend for ages first, and if they made it as far as eight months then they’d get the ride. Usually like, in a car or at someone’s house party.”

“Sounds romantic.”

“Yeah, right. That was just a stupid story, by the way,” I say hastily. “It’s not like that’s the pattern I want us to follow or anything, it just popped into my head there, and like, eight months is ages to wait, and it’s not like we even know where you’re going to be in eight months, sure you’ll be long graduated by then and you could be off anywhere in the world…” I trail off because his smile has faltered and he’s starting to look miserable. “I’ll come with you now to look at the rooms,” I seize a few more of the bags and follow him up the stairs to a creaky landing with shuttered windows that still block out the light. 

I insist that Jude take the double room out of pure guilt, even though he seems perfectly fine again, but mostly I choose the small box room because it has that very same beautiful view as the kitchen beneath it. Instead of unpacking anything I sit upon a painted wooden chair by the window and gaze out at the stillness of Pissouri, the azure blue of the sky and the brittle sand coloured stone of the cracked roads that wind up and down the hills. Once again I look for Aphrodite’s Rock and find it, as though a flickering torch of twisting flames was transformed into stone in an instant. The sand at its base unfolds into a meadow of Neptune seagrass, and I imagine I can see the goddess there, standing boldly in her nakedness amongst the cliffs. Somehow she sees me too, and she smiles up at me, her gaze unwavering, insistent and sure. I stare back until she dissolves to nothing in the blink of an eye. 

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The Price of Beauty-Apollonia x Major Esat[Smut] Part 1

Synopsis:Beautiful Greek Apollonia, who was taken to the Prisoner Camp with her family, becomes an object of desire that the Cruel Turkish Major Esat cannot resist. This lust turns into an attraction that Apollonia cannot resist too.

On July 20, 1974, my life changed completely. Turkish soldiers landed in Cyprus, where the sun was never missing, always cheerful and comfortable. Nothing was the same after that day. The lives of both Greeks and Turks living in Cyprus were divided into two parts. Although political tension was high in Cyprus and there were conflicts between Greeks and Turks, people left their cheerful mood on July 20.It was the day I left both my youth and my girlhood as a young girl like me.

My name was Apollonia Vassiliou.I was the only daughter of a Greek Cypriot family living in Kyrenia, a lovely touristic port city. On July 20, Turkish soldiers landed in Cyprus off the coast of Kyrenia and after a few days they took us from our homes and took us to a Greek Cypriot prison camp in a forested area close to the Beşparmak Mountains beyond Kyrenia.

The Turkish soldiers told us that they had brought us here to avoid a clash until things calmed down, but when we entered the camp it became clear that everything was very different. Some people were mourning in low voices, some were hiding in a corner, everyone looked very sad and grieving, the camp was almost deathly silent.

It was almost because the sound of dozens of boots suddenly echoed through the corridors of the prison camp.The boots the soldiers wore echoed in my ears and every step they took frightened me.Dozens of soldiers were lined up in rows.Newcomers like us were waiting to see what would happen while others were trembling with fear.

While this tense waiting was going on, there was the sound of boots with heavy footsteps.There was only one person coming.He was walking slowly but confidently.This was the first time I saw him.I remember being very scared.He was a tall and agile man and his appearance alone gave me chills. He stood in the middle of the soldiers. He was wearing an impeccable military uniform. He stopped and looked around and smiled in a way that was disgusting. He rubbed his hands and made a speech I'll never forget.

"Now listen to me well! Do you know why you came here? If you are newcomers, I will tell you. You came here to die, we will kill you all. If my soldiers don't kill you, I will kill you myself. I will clean Cyprus of you. Who am I? I am Major Esat, the head of the Greek Cypriot Prison Camp. Know my name well because there will be no god or prophet here to come to your rescue. I am the god and the prophet here. I will forgive you and I will punish you.’’

 By now the new arrivals, myself included, were trembling with fear.I thought for sure that I was going to die in a few days.At that moment Major Esat started walking among the prisoners with a snap of his fingers.He was examining everyone with those horrible blue eyes.I was staring at the ground, waiting for him to pass by me and praying to God that he would pass by.But the opposite happened.

Major Esat stood next to me and I could feel him examining me. He said in a very gentle tone, "Raise your head."

I raised my head in fear and looked into his blue eyes with both fear and a hatred that I could not help myself, but his eyes were different, as if they were on fire, I had never seen such a wild look in my life.

He grabbed my chin lightly with his hand. I was about to faint from fear, my body was rigid. He grinned slightly and asked, "What's your name, blonde girl?"

 I replied with a trembling voice. "Apollonia Vassiliou,"

He stroked my face lightly and said in a low voice, "It's a pity that such a lovely and beautiful girl like you is here."

 He was still looking at me with his wild eyes, as if he was looking at me with the fury of a tiger hunting its prey. Then, when our eyes separated, he whispered something to the soldier next to him and went out with them.

I went back to my parents and hugged them. My mother said everything would be okay, while my father looked at the Major, who was walking away in hatred. For a few hours I tried to forget about the Major, I wanted to feel safe with my family, but everything I wanted was the opposite.

The soldier that the major whispered something in his ear came in with a few other soldiers. He was a short brunette man which holds a big wild German Sheperd Dog. He looked towards the crowd and said to the soldiers, "After we are done, let's divide them into groups of men and women and prepare their cells.

Then he shouted loudly, "Apollonia Vassiliou, step forward."

 My parents grabbed my arm. They didn't want me to get hurt. I didn't come forward. He shouted again and looked at the soldiers and smiled, "If you don't come forward, we will."

The soldiers cut through the crowd. My parents stood in front of me, but one of the soldiers saw me and shouted, "That girl with the blonde curly hair, I found her! ''

Than other soldiers  try to take me away from my parents.My parents were holding me so tightly that they only took me away when one of the soldiers hit my father and made him fall.I was desperately shouting as the soldiers took me away.My mother tried to run but the soldiers were in front of her.

The soldiers left me in a prison room. After they locked the door and left, I felt a mixture of fear and curiosity.What were they going to do to me? While I was waiting in the cold room, the door opened.Major Esat walked in, holding something in his hand that I couldn't quite understand.He started walking towards me.I leaned against the wall, startled.He came closer until there were only a few inches between us.I felt very uncomfortable and uneasy.

He said in a polite voice, "I hope Sergeant Major Mevlüt was kind in bringing you here."

 The dark-haired man who gave orders to the soldiers must have been called Mevlüt. I didn't answer his question. He grabbed my chin with a sly smile, "Your comfort is very important to us.''

I looked at him with disgust. He asked, "Do you know why you were brought here?

I replied, "No. "

I reflexively pulled my face back and he grabbed my neck and whispered in my ear, "Because you need to be punished'.

I could barely breathe but I said in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

He whispered in my ear again, "It's your fault you're so beautiful."

He pushed me hard to the floor of the room. I fell to the floor but he grabbed my arm and tied my hands to a rope. I was trying to get away but he was so strong I could hardly move.

After he tied my hands tightly, he stepped back. My back was to him. Tears welled up slightly in my eyes. I looked back out of the corner of my eye and he opened the thing in his hand and it was a whip. He cracked the whip on the floor and I began to cry louder and louder. He unzipped my dress in a huff, my back was exposed, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to get help.

Major Esat laughed sarcastically with his characteristic creepy laugh.''Stupid girl, who are you screaming at? No one here can take you away from me. I am the only one who has authority here. Whatever I want, happens…understand?" and with that he cracked the whip hard on my back.

I felt a burning sensation on my back as if I was on fire. I shouted louder, "Please stop!"

It was hurting. After Esat brought the whip down on my back for the second time, he shouted, "I will teach you who is in charge here, you will learn."

 His strokes were getting tighter and tighter and he was getting angry. I didn't understand why he was doing this to me and begged him to forgive me for whatever my crime was.

''Please forgive me, sir, I apologize if I have disrespected you, I'm in a lot of pain. I'll do whatever you want, please...''

After saying these words, he stopped. I was drenched in sweat. My back was sore and bleeding and I was moaning in pain. He came closer to me and said in a deep, raspy voice, "I told you your crime. Your crime is to be beautiful."

 And he started to kiss my back passionately, ecstatic. The more I moved and tried to break free from his kisses, the more he pulled me to him. He pressed our bodies against each other and continued to kiss my back and neck savagely as he held my waist tightly in his hands.

I could feel him moaning in my ear, moaning with pleasure. As a girl who had never even held a boy's hand before, I was embarrassed to be in such a intimate position with a man. He pulled me harder and I felt something hard against my hip.

"No, let go of me! Let go!" I screamed.

He grabbed my mouth hard and leaned down to my ear and asked, "What do you feel?"

Then he gently pulled his hand back from my mouth. I didn't want to answer such a disgusting thing, so I kept quiet. I was clenching my hands in the handcuffs and crying with anger.

He grinned slightly and said, "What happened? You were screaming at the top of your lungs. Now you're quiet."

 I kept quiet. He got angry and pulled my hair hard. "Say it!" he yelled.

I let go and cried, "I feel something hard on my thigh."

He moved his hands to my legs and pressed his thigh harder against mine as he caressed my legs under my dress.

"So you can feel it even if it's in my uniform."

His cock was hard and rubbing against my hip through his uniform.Both of our thighs were rubbing against each other with our thighs closer together and his hard cock pressing against my thighs.

I could feel him sweating too.The only thing that separated our bodies was our clothes.Esat pulled himself back and breathed in and out quickly.Then he untied my hands.I had no strength left.I couldn't stand up because of the pain in my back and I fell to the floor.I locked eyes with Esat.

"Stay here for a while and come to your senses." And he left the room after fixing his clothes.

I wrapped my arms around myself like a little baby and started to cry.It was disgusting for a man to do this to me.I tried not to think about what I was going through, but I couldn't forget that he had brutally kissed me on my bleeding back and rubbed his cock on my hip.I stayed there for about two days because for two days the soldiers were sending my food in the morning, lunch and dinner through the door.

Two days later the door of the room opened. I pulled myself back with a sudden reflex and Sergeant Mevlüt entered the room.

''Come here!'' he shouted.

I didn't want to come.He quickly approached me, grabbed my arm and started dragging me out.

''Let go of my arm.'' I shouted and freed my arm from him.

Sergeant Major Mevlüt whistled and two more soldiers entered the room and they grabbed me and dragged me out.

Sergeant Major Mevlüt smiled and said, ''There are more of us here than you, so don't scream.Take her to my commander's room.''

Two soldiers held my arm tightly and Sergeant Major Mevlüt was walking ahead of us. After going up a few stairs we stopped in front of a door.Mevlüt knocked on the door.Esat's voice came from inside.

''Come in.''

Mevlüt went in and came out a few minutes later.Then he motioned to the soldiers out of the corner of his eye to come in.I went in with the soldiers.

It was a large airy room.After the dim room, I was dazzled by the sunlight.Esat was doing some paperwork.

When he saw me, he put the paperwork aside and ordered the soldiers, "Get out!"

The soldiers went out.The two of us were alone again.

He got up from his chair and took a cigarette from the pack and walked over to me. This time I recoiled in disgust.

He smiled slightly. ''Is that how we are now?''

Not answering, I looked at him in a way that made it obvious I was disgusted with him. He lit his cigarette and walked to the window. Looking out the window, he smoked his cigarette and exhaled deeply. He faced the window.

He said, "I'm so sick of this.''

 He walked to the front of his desk and gestured to me with his hand holding a cigarette and said,

"I'll make a deal with you.’’

I couldn't hide my confusion and asked, ''What deal?''

Esat laughed and replied, ''A deal that will benefit both of us if you agree to it, and a deal that will benefit only me if you don't agree to it.''

He continued, ''See how much I think about you? Otherwise I could take what I want on my own, but it's important that I have your consent."

 He took another drag on his cigarette and sniffed slightly. "The deal is that I will get your family out of this prison camp, sorry death camp, and I will free them by letting them cross to the Greek part of the south.’’

I couldn't believe my ears, "What? You're really going to do that?"

 "Yes," he replied. "But you didn't listen to your part of the deal."

I looked at him suspiciously and he continued.

"I will release your family on one condition: that you become my woman.''

I froze. I didn't know what to say. My voice trembled and I said,

 "Wh-what are y-you trying to say?"

 He grinned slyly, "You know exactly what I mean. You will be my woman. You will do what I want. You will please me.''

"No. I'll never do that, NEVER!"

I shouted, and he came over and grabbed me by the arm.  I moaned in pain.

 He said, "I didn't ask your permission to be my woman. Don't you think I can't do that? I only offered you the chance to save your family. You're mine anyway. The good way or the hard way.''

I started to cry. He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear,

"Now you have a decision to make. Save your family or let them die. My methods are effective and work quickly.''

I didn't want my family to die. Instead I threw myself into the fire and shouted, "OK!"

Esat had that annoying smile on his face again and said, "OK for what?"

 I looked at him with hatred. "OK, I'll be yours, as long as you free my family.''

He let go of my arm and puffed on his cigarette again.''First you fulfill your part of the deal. The more you please me, the easier your job will be''.

Tears were flowing involuntarily from my eyes. I could hardly keep quiet as I thought of what he was going to do to me.

"I hate you! I hate you!" I cried, choking on my tears.

 He squinted his eyes, "Maybe you won't hate me after tonight."

He grinned wickedly. "Now the soldiers will take you to your family. It will be your last day with them. It's up to you how you use it."

 He called out to the soldiers, "Come! Take the little lady to her family.'' he ordered.

As the soldiers took me by the arm and led me downstairs, my legs couldn't move.I couldn't see what was in front of me because of my tears.I was still very young.I considered myself a child even though I had just entered adulthood.It disgusted me to talk to a man talk these things, especially a man who was my enemy.But I had to do it.I couldn't watch my family die. When I reached the ward where the prisoners were being held, I wiped away my tears and smiled.

I didn't want my mother to see me like this.I gathered all my courage and turned to the soldiers and said, "Tell your commander that I want to pass by the ward where my father is being held on my way to his room."

 Soldiers looked at me with expressionless eyes.They nodded their heads in the affirmative.

I entered the ward where my mother was. We hugged each other for a few minutes, crying. My mother kept kissing me and asking me if they had done anything bad to me.

''No. They just interrogated everyone. They interrogated me too. They never harmed me.'' I held her hands.

''And they never will...''

I lay on my mother's lap until evening. I knew it was the last time I would see her and the last remnant of my innocence. I knew that soon I would lose both my mother and my innocence when I got out of that cell. I prayed for time to pass slowly and even stop, even though I knew it was effortless.

After the sun cast its last rays over the Beşparmak mountains, I was dozing off with my mother when the soldiers banging on the bars woke us both up.I got up.My mother was looking at me with curious eyes.

"Where are they taking you, Apollonia?" she asked.

I thought a lot about what I could answer her, but I couldn't.I just looked at her with a bitter smile.As I walked with the soldiers, my mother's shouts were making the corridor groan.I was trying hard not to cry. Then we entered the men's ward.Esat had taken my request into consideration.As we passed by my father's ward, my father and I locked eyes.He couldn't understand what was going on, he was shouting my name and I blow him a kiss.

"Dad, I love you so much, I love my mother so much." I shouted.

The soldiers grabbed my arm and started dragging me faster.My father was holding on to the bars and reaching out his hand to reach me.

After passing the men's barracks, we went out into the garden and entered another building and went up to the top floor.The Turks had easily adapted the military garrison that belonged to Cyprus to themselves in a few days.We stopped at the door on the top floor.One of the soldiers unlocked the door and I went inside.They locked the door again behind me.

I turned on the light in the room, it was dimly lit, but it was still a large and spacious room.There were luxurious and tastefully selected furniture, but they were placed irregularly.It was obvious that the furniture had just arrived. It looked like a big luxury hotel room.There was a big wooden bookcase and a desk and many books were in boxes.While I was curiously looking at the books, the door of the room opened.I was startled and I dropped the book from my hand.

Esat had entered the room. As I tried to pick it up, he grabbed my arm and looked at it.

''The Hunchback of Notre-Dame. It's my favorite book. Have you read it?'' he asked.

I nodded my head yes. He put the book in the box and our eyes met. He came closer to me and started to play with the curls of my hair.

''You have such beautiful hair. It's so blonde and curly...''

I was so embarrassed to be so close to him and for him to talk to me like that.I blushed and looked away.He grabbed my chin and lifted my head.

''No, don't take your beautiful dark brown eyes away from me.''

He was stroking my face with one hand and twirling my curls with the other.Then he let go of my hair and grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. I reflexively tried to pull back but he pulled me back towards him.

''Remember our agreement, the better you are, the more I can help you.''

 A few tears fell from my eyes. He wiped them away.

''The only thing you need to concentrate on right now is me.''

 And he grabbed my lips in a desirefully manner. I tried to scream in disgust, but it was just enough to get his tongue inside my mouth.

I had never kissed a man before and now Esat was devouring my lips and yet I tried to resist him and run away from him but the more I tried to run away the more he pressed me to him and held me tight and kissed my lips harder and harder.He was making moans of pleasure as he kissed and I could taste the cigarette smell on his breath.I couldn't run away from him and my lips were completely at his mercy.His tongue was going deep into my mouth and his kiss was like a wild animal tearing its prey apart. I was numb, feeling only Esat's rapid heartbeat, his intermittent breaths and his longing tongue that desperately wanted to go further and further inside me.

He started to run his hands around my hips and my breasts, squeezing them hard. He moved his lips from my mouth to my cheek and down to my neck. He started sucking on my neck. I couldn't move. I had surrendered myself to his tight arms. He pulled his lips away from my neck and threw me on his bed. As soon as I was on the bed, he got on top of me and took my dress off my legs. My breasts were exposed and I tried to cover them to protect myself, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good. He opened my hands to the side hard.

"Did you think you could hide yourself from me?" and he started to squeeze and suck my nipples.

I tried to push his head off my breast and he slapped me hard and I started crying from the pain and he grabbed my chin hard with his hand.

"If you ever try to stop me or cry again, I will kill your family and then you, do you understand?" he yelled.

I nodded my head yes as I closed my eyes so that no more tears would fall.

''Fine then.''

Then he resumed what he was doing, sucking my tits with grunts, and I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side because I didn't want to see what he was doing to me.

"Open your eyes! I want you to see what I'm doing to you. I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you.’’

I opened my eyes in disgust. He was kissing and sucking all over my body, starting with my lips.

"Your lips are so beautiful, your neck, your breasts, your legs...’’

I only had my panties on. He put his hands on her and started to peel them off slowly.

"But there's the most beautiful place of all.’’

He took off my panties and spread my legs wide. I'm ashamed of myself for having to watch this. His gaze became even more lustful. Even his breathing quickened.

"Are you a virgin?

I answered in a low voice, "Yes.’’

He began to caress the top of my vagina, his cold hands running over my vagina with increasing passion.

"So you're a virgin. It's more beautiful than I could ever imagine. A flower that's never been smelled. It belongs only to me. A virgin pussy. Or am I the man who kissed you and touched you for the first time?

I didn't want to answer these dirty questions. He was staring at me with her burning eyes, demanding me to answer.

"Answer me!" he shouted.

I couldn't stop another tear from falling from my eye.''Yes.'' I answered.

His face lit up with happiness. I didn't expect him to do something like that. He was passionately swirling his tongue and sucking my clit.

As he continued to suck, the control between my body and my brain was getting weaker and weaker, my body wanting to surrender to the wave of pleasure, my brain wanting to stop feeling pleasure.

He licked the inside of my thighs, first to the right, then to the left, then to the same spots. I tried to push him away but froze and whimpered when his teeth brushed against one of my sensitive spots he had found. A slow bite followed and I gripped his hair with my hand as my whole body trembled. I was trying so hard not to feel pleasure, but I couldn't.

As I ran my fingers through his hair, I was torn between pushing him away and pulling him close.That's when I started to feel disgusted, not at him but at myself.How could I enjoy such a thing.As I questioned myself, a soft moan escaped my mouth.

Esat had heard this moan. He looked at me with passionate eyes.

"You pretend you don't enjoy it, but your body says the opposite.’’

''You are a despicable man. Just get it over with and be done with it.''

"I will, but giving you pleasure is my first priority.’’

He started licking faster and harder. I had never felt such feelings before.My body was defenseless and every move he made gave me more and more pleasure.I involuntarily moaned more and more.I pulled his head hard towards me and then my whole body began to tremble and I couldn't control myself anymore and I came.He licked my creampie under me while breathing deeply.

Then suddenly he sat up and started to take off his clothes quickly. He threw his shirt and tie aside. He had a slightly hairy broad chest. It was obvious from every curve of his body that he was strong. He was tall and a fit soldier.

He unbuckled his belt. I didn't want to see more, but I forced myself to look because I knew what would happen if I looked away. He pulled his pants down and I could see the huge bulge in his boxer.

He took off his boxer and I saw his enormous, veiny cock and I started screaming because I thought that thing was going to go not only into my vagina but into my intestines.

"No, it's too big. I don't want to do this. What do you think you're going to do to me with it? How am I going to... how are you going to put it inside me?

Esat started laughing and came back to the bed and took my hands and slid them over my head.

"Thanks for the compliments, but don't worry, it might only hurt a little at first.’’

''I don't think it will hurt a little with what's underneath.''

He spread my legs and started rubbing his cock, smiling at me mischievously.I was getting short of breath.I was afraid of pain and heartbroken that I was going to lose my virginity.He started rubbing his cock against my vagina.I could feel his hardness on me.

He came close to me and sucked my ear for a few seconds and then whispered in my ear, "Say goodbye to your virginity.''

As soon as he said that, he pushed himself into me with all his strength and I suddenly felt a sharp pain and started to scream. It hurt so much that I was screaming and crying at the top of my lungs.I felt his hard and big cock inside me in the most intense way. It was like every part of my body was hurting and being pierced.

''Please stop! It hurts so much please!'' I was crying and begging.

He was moaning loudly, ecstatic with pleasure. He was penetrating me faster and harder, causing me to writhe under him, increasing my pain even more.

I kept saying, "Please, it hurts so much." Finally, he covered my mouth with his hand and went deeper inside me.

He had been fucking me like this for minutes and now I started to feel pleasure as well as pain. As much as his big penis hurt when he first entered me, it was now giving me as much pleasure as it did when he first entered me, and as he moved recklessly on me, I was both hurting and enjoying this pain.

Esat understood that I was enjoying it, he opened my mouth, which he held tightly with his hand, and took my legs with his hands and put them on his back.

The wave of pleasure was hitting me so hard that I was moaning loudly with pleasure. As my body trembled with pleasure, I was clamping my legs harder to Esat and sinking my hands into his shoulder.

I was completely surrendering myself to his arms, sucking on my neck and not stopping for a moment from moving in and out of me quickly.

Then he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up and we were face to face.

I felt his thrusts deeper into me, throwing my head back with a groan every time his thick cock filled me, both of us drenched in sweat.

His masculine grunts mingled with my moans of pleasure.Then he laid himself on his back on the bed.I was standing over him, waiting.

Esat moaned, "Jump on my cock. I want to feel you like this.

He started bobbing his hips up and down and I was doing as he said, hopping on top of him and taking his whole cock inside me.

We were hitting each other hard and the sound of his balls echoed around the room.I put my hands on his strong, broad chest for support.Each time he entered me, I held his chest tightly in my hands and stroked his chest hair.I had my second orgasm on top of him.

Before I knew it, we were back in the first position. He had me on my back and he was on top of me again. I wrapped my legs around him again and pulled him into me.

I was having my third orgasm as my screams made the room groan. I came. I saw Esat trembling right after me. His muffled moans continued and his penis began to twitch inside me.

At the same time, I felt a warm liquid filling me. His cock was shooting the seeds inside my pussy. We started breathing deeply and Esat got off me. I felt lighter. My face was burning like fire and his face was red.

I looked down into my body. There was some blood in my vagina. Esat stood up and brought a napkin and a pack of cigarettes. He wiped his penis and then cleaned my vagina.

Grinning, he said, "Maybe you want to keep it as a souvenir. First night souvenir.''

"Human waste.’’

"The way you moaned beneath me just now is more real than those words.''

I didn't want to accept what he said, so I looked at him with an expression that said I was disgusted by him.

He lit a cigarette and handed me the pack. I made a no sign with my hand. He put the pack back and took a drag and puffed on the cigarette.

After Esat finished his cigarette, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my head tenderly. It was surprising that someone like him would give me such a kiss, but I was still disgusted by it.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my life.''

He lifted my head. He wanted to look me in the eye. His blue eyes were full of both passion and pleasure. As he held me, his eyes closed and he fell asleep. The magnitude of the pleasure was like a sweet lullaby to him at bedtime.

I wanted to leave her arms, but there was no way his stiff arms around me wouldn't even let me move and then I fell asleep from exhaustion. That was my first night with him.

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2022: #26

26. Cyprus

Andromache - “Ela” 27th place

Decade Rank: #52/79 [Above Blind Channel, below The Black Mamba]

Happy holidays! It’s time to emerge from off-season mode and power through the remainder of these updates, as we get excited for more niche faves that are destined to fall flat and be terrible (my prayers are with you, Megara and Tokimeki and Chérine). 

Funnily enough I HAD prepared an larger, sharper update for Andromache earlier but my PC crashed so here’s a more unabridged and ranty version: CYPRUS HAD THAT NQ COMING!!!!!! For the past four years they were riding Eleni’s coattails and attempting to placate the Fa...ns Of This Show in increasedly soulless knock-offs, so it was only a matter that came flying back into their faces like a fanged boomerang.

I wasn’t necessarily rooting for the failure of this *particular* Cyprus entry, though. “Ela” at least made an attempt at sounding genuinely Cypriotic. It also somehow took ten people, (one of them being one of Stefania’s Invisible Men), to write this basic ethnic tune. To top it of, an anemic female lead whose name can affectionately (and accurately) be bastardized into “AndroidMachine”. The bones of a quirky random fave were there!

Sadly, the live. I don’t think the voice was as bad as I’ve seen others proclaim it to have been, but it was Very Not Good. AndroidMachine always the problem of sounding both very nasal and very bored, like a Sarah McTiernan on perdolan,  but even with taking that into account, it’s surprising she did so poorly. She failed to hit many notes of this - again- really basic tune while virtually standing still? Did you not rehearse, Andro? Do you have an Ikea membership I’m unaware of?

Worse vocals have qualified before though, so good visuals COULD have brought solace (in the form of shoving Azer out of the finals), but alas. 

Cramming Andro into a polystyreme scallop and having her emit a mermaid call like was a promising premise. I WAS hoping for a Batista-like staging, as with shirtless adonises to distract as much as possible from Andromache being... wel... herself.  

However, the act Cyprus went with was just some inane flailing + colours projections that cast shadows ON THE FUCKING SHELL. 

But don’t worry about the lack of dynamism, after the blue, we’re going repeat the same thing with yellow and magenta. 🙃 It’s easy to see why Cyprus NQ’d but also see that it very easily could have been avoided. Just... give us some life? Some movement? Like a performance befitting an AndroidMachine, "Ela” was run entirely on Airplane Mode. 

But hey at least the Basics got to live their life out of this one, I guess, evidenced by that one Spanish guy getting the shell tattoo’d on his wrist. 😂 (was he Spanish? idk. Getting an “Ela” tattoo requires a specific combination of feral impulsivity and insanity that I’m only willing to attribute to certain Spanish fans). Each to their own, I guess, and I have other faves to stan!

I cannot wait to see which lessons Cyprus have learned from this journey 🙂 (none, because they chose Andrew Limpbrou for 2023 lmfaooooo)

BUT WAIT because it’s been so long and it’s almost New Year here’s a bonus update where I boot some additional rando I don’t really care for. Let’s hear it for:

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25. ARMENIA 

Rosa Linn - “Snap” 20th place

Decade rank: 50/79 [above The Black Mamba, below James Newman]

"Snap” is cute. It was a fairly unremarkable Eurovision entry though. 🙂

THE RANKING

25. ARMENIA - Rosa Linn - “Snap” 26. CYPRUS - Andromache - “Ela” 27. LATVIA - Citi Zeni - “Eat your salad” 28. DENMARK - ReDDI - “The show” 29. BULGARIA - Intelligent Music Project - “Intention” 30. GREECE - Amanda Tenjford - “Die together” 31. POLAND - Ochman - “River” 32. MONTENEGRO - Vladana - “Breathe” 33. FINLAND - The Rasmus - "Jezebel" 34. BELGIUM - Jérémie Makiese - “Miss you” 35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same” 37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry” 38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi” 40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M” (yes, that is the canonical Rosa Linn write-up ^_^)

[userblaney]

The mandem too inconsiderate Five-star hotel, smoking cigarette Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan She got thick but she wanna get thin again Drinkin' apple cider vinegar Wearin' Skim 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em Uh, alright I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocent

We ain't got generational wealth It's only a year that I've had these millions My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furious I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus They had their chance but blew it Now this gyal want me in her uterus Fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (fuck it)

Take a look at these diamonds wrong It's a life of squitin', can't just stare With bae through thick and thin She already thick, so I'm halfway there Brown and bad Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there One hundred meters, huh I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh)

One hundred eaters They won't fit in one SUV (nah) S-O-S, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh) Alright, like send the address through please

SUV, the outside white The inside brown like Michael Jack More time man build a line and trap Spend like I don't even like my stack Pistol came on a Irish ferry Let go and it sound like a tap dance The way that I ball No yellow, the ref have to give me a black card Who did what we're doin' with rap? Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the cap Sprinter, two gyal in a van Inter, two man in Milan Heard one of my tings datin' P. Diddy Need twenty percent of whatever she bags Outside, my head in my hands

I told her my name is Cench She said "no, the one on your birth certificate" Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test 'Cause they wasn't legitimate (nah) She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves Brazilian I want her and bro wants her affiliate I'm cheap, still hit a chick like "yo, can I borrow your Netflix?" She a feminist, she think I'm sexist Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic Give me my space, I'm intergalactic Before I give you my Insta password I'll give you the pin to my AmEx Huh, alright This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum Dinner table, I got manners, huh T-shirt tucked in, napkin "Still loadin'" that's the caption I've only amounted a minimal fraction Eat good, I got indigestion Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen Can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin Dave just came in a Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach Music (Maybach Music) They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes I may act stupid I never went Uni, I been on a campus selling cocaine to students If bro let the drumstick beat Then something gon' leak, we ain't playin' exclusives

Take a look at these diamonds wrong It's a life of squitin', can't just stare With bae through thick and thin She already thick, so I'm halfway there Brown and bad Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there One hundred meters, huh I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter

One hundred eaters They won't fit in one SUV (nah) S-O-S, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh) Alright, like send the address through please

Fire for a wife beater Can't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a vest Man have to send her therapy She got a E cup bra, a lot on her chest I'm in Jamaica, Oracabess' Hit a lick, went Cash Converters That don't work, it's pawn, no chess I'm doin' more and talkin' less I love chillin' with broke bitches Man book one flight and they all impressed I'm in the G63 The car hug me like a friend through twist and turns Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash, it's fucked Don't know which one's worse, I'm fucked Bags in his and hers What's hers is hers, what's mine is too Heard that girl is a gold digger It can't be true if she dated you AP baby blue, paper's pink I'd probably hate me too You ever spent six figures and stared at bae like "Look what you made me do"? Yeah, (alright) started with a Q, didn't wait in line Weird, I'm askin' my Blasian one "Why you so focused on your Asian side?" I know that the jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Dave's inside

[sunskate]

JGP Istanbul ice dance -one of the lighter fields, especially with the Cypriot team injured and not competing:

Mariia Pinchuk/Mykyta Pogorielov 🇺🇦 UKR (17/20 yo) they skated a split season last year: were 12th at Junior Worlds and 15th at Senior Europeans. Pinchuk and her mother fled to Austria at the start of the war, and she and Pogorielov train there. they both still have family in Ukraine. they have flair, and at their best, nice skating skills, they hit their key points consistently last season. twizzles were a little less reliable. they're skating a Bon Jovi/Joe Cocker RD and Madonna FD

Yahli Pederson/Jeffrey Chen 🇺🇸USA (16/21 yo) a newly formed team- she was a solo dancer til recently - i didn't realize she's this young. he skated with Katarina Wolfkostin for 4 seasons, winning a US Jr title and getting 2 senior GP assignments last season. So far, Pedersen/Chen have been 5th in Dallas and won the Lake Placid Jr qualifier. their newness can make them unpredictable, but if they can skate relatively clean they have a strong chance of medaling here. They train at MIDA, and their FD is Phantom, and RD is Queen.

Dana Sabatini-Speciale/Nicholas Buelow 🇨🇦CAN (17/16 yo) this team works with Mitch Islam at Mariposa, so they're probably going through it 😢 they had a JGP last season and were 6th at Jr Nats and 2nd at Next Gen this July. their RD is Jack and Diane and a Stevie Ray Vaughn blues, their FD (at 1:02:45 ⬆️) is Il Postino and Josh Groban. Alexandra Paul was one of their choreographers💔

they're a sweet team - their big height difference (6'3 and just under 5') makes matching lines a little more challenging, but they do pretty well, and they have a soft flowing quality

Ambre Perrier Gianesini/Samuel Blanc Klaperman 🇫🇷 FRA (16/16 yo) They were 5th at JGP Linz this past week. their RD is Pointer Sisters, and their FD is to Berlinist

Giulia Isabella Paolino/Andrea Tuba 🇮🇹 ITA (19/20 yo) were 7th at JGP Bangkok

Gina Zehnder/Beda Leon Sieber 🇨🇭SUI (18/19 yo) they have a RD to Yello and Vanessa Paradis. previously skated on the JGP in 2021. 2x National jr champions

Emma Goodstadt/Christian Bennett 🇨🇦 CAN (18/20 yo) she had been on the Next Gen team and had JGP assignments with her previous partner in 2021 and 2022, but he had to stop suddenly for personal reasons. this is a new pairing - they train with Carol Lane. they're skating to B-52's and Black Velvet for the RD and have a James Bond FD. they were 6th at the Lake Placid Jr International and 4th at Next Gen.

[heritage-harmony-records]

NEW SIGNING ALERT!!!

I am extremely pleased to announce that Cypriot psychedelic / blues / progressive / garage rock band Mental Soup has signed to Heritage Harmony Records with their new album Journey Through the Abyss, released August 14, 2022 and now available on Heritage Harmony Records' Bandcamp.

Mental Soup give us an album with two distinct halves, the first is high energy old school blues/garage rock with classic rock swagger. The second half is mind altering progressive psychedelic rock straight out of the 70s that will please fans of bands like Pink Floyd. Essentially the album takes the listener on a full spectrum journey through the world of rock music and does it well.

The band's new single will be up on the HHR YouTube channel next week, so keep an ear out.

Listen to and purchase the album at the link below. All sale proceeds go directly to the artist as always with HHR.

Remember to always support emerging artists!

[dear-indies]

Hi for whenever you get this ask!

Male faceclaims? Greek, in early 20s ish, brown or blue eyes, dark hair. Thanks!

Evan Evagora (1996) Greek Cypriot / Cook Islander Māori.

Odiseas Georgiadis (1996) Greek / Ghanaian.

Stelios Legakis (1997) Greek.

Sebastian Croft (2001) English, Greek Cypriot, distant Irish.

Here you go!

[iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife]

A somewhat comprehensive guide on my favourite greek islands:

written by me, a Peloponnesian girl who fucking loves islands and has a lot of opinions <3

1. Skopelos (Σκόπελος)

• mama mia island

• by visiting skopelos, you too can be the dancing queen

• the island where the best first mama mia movie was filmed

• i wanna go there so bad <33

2. Lesbos (Λέσβος)

• gay sex

• need i say more

• technically, evey woman living in Lesbos is a lesbian

3. Mykonos (Μύκονος)

• gay sex (mlm edition)

• tourist hell (derogatory)

• μυκονoοοοός 💅💅✨

4. Crete (Κρήτη)

• minoan crete was literally the first developed civilization to ever exist in Europe and also. unbelievably cool.

• one of my favourite phases of greek history actually

• old men with impressive mustaches WILL hunt you down and force you to drink raki. It's better if you don't fight it. 📿

• everyone has a funny accent here. Also everyone's last name ends in -aki

• my mother's last name ends in -aki. Apparently i am some part cretan and I didn't even know untill recently.

• godd i love crete so much

5. Santorini (Σαντορίνη)

• also known as Thera (Θήρα) which also means door in posh greek???

• Minoan civilization swag

• actually an inactive volcano? That's what killed the Minoans (it wasn't always inactive)

• the sudden destruction of the settlements of Santorini is probably what inspired the Atlantis myths

• fast forward four thousand years into the future: this island is now tourist hell volume 2 (electric bungalow)

• Mykonos and Santorini. What a duo.

• went there once when i was four. I don't really remember much.

• if you want to build a house in Santorini the government will force you to paint it blue and white. Gotta keep up with the theme.

• 🧿🧿

6. Ithaki (Ιθάκη)

• travel to Ithaki fast and safely! Prove to everyone that you are better than Odysseus!!!

• I don't really have an opinion on Ithaki other than that, i just think it's funny

7. Paros ( Πάρος )

• this post was originally named " A somewhat comprehensive guide on my favourite greek islands: written by me, a bitter Peloponnesian girl who despite her best wishes, won't be going on any vacation this year" but then my uncle who lives in the usa and whose mother is from paros decided to take me and my sibling with him on vacation to paros.

• im literally so happy you guys have no idea

• 🎶 στην Πάρο και στην Νάξοοο, τον αέρα σου να αλλάξω 🎶💃

• I didn't really have an opinion on paros as an island before i booked tickets to go there but apparently it's the island that most mainland greeks prefer for summer vacation

• kyklades swag 💖💖🧿

And last, most controversial one but definitely not least:

8. Cyprus ( Κύπρος )

• you know em. You love em.

• Greece and Cyprus on Eurovision. A better love story than twilight.

• everyone fucking hates us for giving twelve points to each other every year but like. What did yall expect.

• you haven't truly laughed if you haven't watched a greek cypriot comedy.

• cypriot pitas. Where would i be without you.

• cretan greeks 🤝 Cypriot greeks

having a funny accent

• not going to analyse the history of Cyprus too much because i would rather not get political but. Leukosia is the world's last divided capital and that probably won't change for a while.

• "trying to solve the cypriot problem" is an expression we use over here to describe someone trying really hard to solve what is basically an unsolvable situation so. Yeah.

• this is not an island I want to visit for tourist-y reasons. It's a bit more personal than that.

[mediterraneanvacationsholidays]

"Paphos Holidays": Journeying to Cyprus' Sun-Kissed Shores

Hey there, fellow explorer! 🌅 Ever felt that little tug in your heart, that itch to uncover a paradise where time intertwines with tales, and where the horizon seems endless? If your spirit is nodding along, then it's hinting at the enchantment of Paphos holidays. Come, let's unravel this Cypriot gem together.

The Mythical Canvas of Paphos

Pause for a moment. Let your mind wander through alleyways resonating with legends of divine beings and timeless romances. In Paphos, fairytales are footsteps away.

The Goddess' Abode

Ever felt love? Thank Aphrodite, the divine embodiment of romance! Rumor has it, Paphos was her realm. Imagine, strolling where a goddess once tread!

Echoes from Ages Past

It isn't just about structures; it's about the tales they tell. From crumbling ruins to grand palaces, Paphos' landmarks are like time's storytellers, eagerly awaiting an audience.

Shores That Sing

Paphos isn't your run-of-the-mill beach destination. It's poetry in motion.

Sun-Kissed Shores

Envision this: endless expanses of sand melting into the deep blue Mediterranean, each wave a story, each grain a memory. Tempted yet?

Hidden Havens

There's an unparalleled thrill in discovering a quiet cove, untouched and pristine. Paphos promises these secret rendezvous with nature.

A Culinary Odyssey

Venturing into Paphos without indulging in its culinary wonders? Unthinkable!

Bites of Tradition

Every nook in Paphos has a quaint eatery, every dish an adventure. Dive into traditional Cypriot fare and let your senses be swept away.

Nectar of the Gods

From age-old vineyards springs forth wine that's more than just a drink. It's a celebration, an ode to Paphos itself.

Nature’s Symphony: Paphos Beyond the Sands

Paphos isn't just about coastlines; it's an emerald waiting to be explored.

The Wonders of Akamas

A harmonious blend of ravines, caves, and serene trails. Whether you crave adventure or peace, Akamas is the place to be.

The Majesty of Avakas Gorge

Sheer cliffs narrating eons of tales, with a river that adds its own verses. A trek here is like flipping through nature's diary.

Setting the Compass (Or Letting It Go!)

The universe is vast, and so is our bucket list. But Paphos? It’s not just another tick mark. It’s an experience, a sentiment. Here, history greets you at every corner, meals become cherished memories, and the horizon? It beckons endlessly.

So, isn't it time to draft your Paphos chronicle? Plunge into the tales, the wonders, the sheer beauty that Paphos holidays promise. After all, every epic starts with a decision… in this case, perhaps a click! 🌟 Safe voyaging! 🏖️🗺️🍇

[silveratlxs]

𝔄 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔒𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴

Ancestral Composition:

European~ 94.9%

Northwestern European~ 89.8%

British & Irish~ 59.1%

England; highly likely match

Northern and Central Scotland; highly likely match

Northern Central England; likely match

United Kingdom; highly likely match

Republic of Ireland; possible match

French & German~ 18.0%

Germany; possible match

Broadly Northwestern European~ 12.7%

Eastern European~ 3.5%

Broadly Southern European~ 0.7%

Northern West Asian~ 2.1%

Iranian, Caucasian, & Mesopotamian~ 1.6%

Cypriot~ 0.5%

Levantine~ 1.3%

Peninsular Arab~ 0.3%

Manchurian & Mongolian~ 0.3%

Broadly West African~ 0.1%

Past Lives:

I have had many past lives, primarily in Europe and also as a Celt. In these lifetimes I have possessed the following roles: witch, Roma, Druid, healer, shaman, medicine woman, psychic, and seer. The first specific past life is from when I was a Celt, specifically located in Ireland near the Holy Site of Newgrange. I was a huge fan of traveling, especially to Cornwall and Tintagel. In this lifetime I thrived in all areas of life and was known as a leader, warrior, and fighter who was very devoted to my tribe. I had a large family with lots of friends, however I never partnered in this lifetime as I could never settle on one lover. I had a younger sister, by one year, who had six children. Of the six, I was particularly close with two of the children who followed in my footsteps. During this lifetime I spent most of my time outdoors and was particularly gifted in astrology.

Regarding my more witchy lifetimes, most of these took place in or around France, Romania, and Germany. One of my spirit guides, Violet, has lived all of those lifetimes with me, most prominent of which was the last one which took place during the witch trials in Germany. Myself and my coven died during this time. My grandmother and mother were medicine workers omen and witches, and the three of us practiced together in secret.

Spirit Guides:

The first of my primary guides is John. John originates from Cornwall, England and is a Celtic Druid. He has a twin sister named Anne who is a helper spirit of mine. He is descended from the Doumnunil tribe. He is approximately six feet tall with long white hair and a beard, along with a mustache, and he has bright blue eyes. He typically wears a white Druid cape and wears a Druid symbol on a pendant around his neck. He also typically carries a wooden staff with clear quartz fixated on top of it. John has been a guide for a few of my past lives as he vowed to protect me and to teach me. John really enjoys the ancient ways of the land, especially being outdoors near old trees. He possesses a very kind and loving energy and helps guide my path and will send me relevant information when he finds it helpful. He is very easy to connect with as he will appear just by thinking about him. He also enjoys sending signs through water.

Nancy is the second of my primary guides. Nancy is a French Pagan, who stands around five foot seven with medium brown, shoulder length hair. She has brown eyes and a petite build which is normally adorned with a violet colored dress, which is her favorite color and preferred name. We have been best friends for many lifetimes and have faced persecution together. Violet loves crystals and is very passionate about Paganism, which she is very knowledgeable about. She prefers to share her knowledge with me through meditation. Her purpose is to help me tap into my own spiritual gifts and psychic gifts once more. She tends to send people to go can me along my journey very regularly.

Deities Involved in My Practice:

Thanatos

Ares

Zeus

Archangel Chamuel

Archangel Uriel

Pothus

President Gaap

King Belial 

Miscellaneous:

Rising sign: Aquarius

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Moon Sign: Virgo

Birthstone: Amethyst

Birth Flower: Violet & Primrose

Birth Trees: Cypress, Poplar, Cedar, and Pine

Celtic Zodiac: Cat

Birth Cards: The Tower & The Chariot

~ 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰~

Ancestry information was derived from 23&Me, which is a dna based kit.

The information on my past lives and spirit guides came from a wonderful reader off of Etsy known as Jolene’s Readings, which I highly recommend.

[stirlingmoss]

Tavern

Cyprus, 1974

The Happy Fig was a popular hang-out frequented by Greeks, Turks, Armenians , Maronites, UN soldiers and visitors to the island who quickly fell in step with the local ways. It was run by two partners, a Greek Cypriot and a Turkish Cypriot, both in their forties. Yiorgos and Yusuf had opened the place in 1955 with money borrowed from families and friends, and kept their business afloat, even managed to thrive, despite the tensions and troubles besetting the island on all sides.

The entrance of the tavern was partially covered with twisting vines of honeysuckle. Inside, solid blackened beams ran the length and breadth of the ceiling, from which hung garlands of garlic, onion, drying herbs, chilli peppers and cured sausages. There were twenty-two tables with mismatched chairs, a carved wooden bar with oak stools, and a charcoal grill at the back from which the smell of flatbread wafted daily, along with the enticing aromas of cooking meats. With more tables out on the patio, the tavern was packed every night.

It was a place with history and small miracles of its own. In here, stories of triumphs and travails were shared, long-standing accounts squared, laughter and tears combined, admissions and promises made, sins and secrets confessed. Between its walls, strangers turned into friends, friends into lovers; old flames rekindled, broken hearts mended or shattered once again. Many a baby on the island had been conceived after a merry evening in the tavern. The Happy Fig had touched people's lives in so many unknown ways.

When Defne, following Kostas, walked in for the first time, she knew none of this. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she eyed her surroundings curiously. The place seemed to have been decorated by someone who clearly worshipped the colour blue. The entrance was bright azure, with dangling evil eye beads and horseshoes nailed up. The chequered tablecloths were navy and white, the curtains a vivid sapphire, the tiles on the walls adorned with patterns in aquamarine, and even the wide, languid ceiling fans were of a similar hue. Two columns were crammed with framed photos of the celebrities who had visited the restaurant over the years: singers, actresses, TV stars, footballers, fashion designers,journalists , boxing champions ...

Defne was surprised to see a parrot perched high up on a cabinet, absorbed in eating a biscuit, a short-tailed exotic bird with a yellow head and bright green plumage. But it was what she found at the centre of the tavern that immediately caught her attention. Nestling in the middle of the dining area, growing through a cavity in the roof, was a tree.

'A fig!' An expression of delighted surprise crossed her features. 'Is that real?'

'Oh, you bet it is,' came a voice from behind them.

Turning round, Defne saw two men of medium height and build, standing side by side. One of them, with close-cut hair and a silver crucifix around his neck, doffed an imaginary cap in her direction. 'You should see this tree at night-time, with all the lights on. It looks electrified, magical! This is no ordinary tree -more than ninety years old, but she still bears the sweetest figs in the whole town.'

The other man, probably of similar age, had a well-groomed moustache and a clean-shaven chin marked by a pronounced cleft; his hair fell in long tresses to his shoulders. He gestured towards Kostas and said, 'So this is the f-f-friend you were telling us about.'

Kostas smiled. 'Yes, this is Defne. '

'Oh, she's T-T-Turkish?' said the man, his face changing. 'You didn't say.'

'Why?' Defne asked instantly and, when she didn't get a response right away, her gaze hardened. 'Do you have a problem with that?'

The first man chimed in, 'Hey, don't get upset! Yusuf himself is Turkish.

He didn 't mean anything, he just speaks slowly. If you rush him, you're going to make him stutter.'

Pursing his lips in an attempt not to smile, Yusuf nodded in agreement.

He leaned towards his friend and murmured something inaudible in his ear, which made him chuckle.

'Yusuf is asking, does she always get angry this easily?' 'Oh, she does,' said Kostas with a grin.

'God help us, then!' said the first man. He took Defne's hand and squeezed it gently as he said, 'My name is Yiorgos, by the way. The tree doesn't have a name. The parrot is called Chico. Now I must warn you about him. Don't be surprised if he lands on your shoulder and tries to snatch your food. Terribly spoiled, that bird! We think he must have lived in a palace or somewhere before he found us. Anyway, welcome to our humble place.'

'Thank you,' said Defne, slightly embarrassed by her outburst. 'Now you two follow me.'

He ushered them to a room at the back where they kept boxes of potatoes , baskets of apples and onions, harvests from local orchards and casks of beer. There was a small table in a comer with two chairs, prepared well ahead of their arrival, and a green velvet curtain at the entrance that could be pulled for privacy. 'Not very luxurious, I'm afraid,' said Yiorgos. 'But at least no one will disturb you youngsters here. You can talk as much as you want.' 'This is great, thank you,' said Kostas. 'So what shall we bring you to eat?' 'Oh, we don't want anything.' Kostas fingered the few coins in his pocket. 'Just water.' 'Yes,' said Defne firmly. 'We are fine with water.' She had barely finished speaking when a waiter appeared, carrying a tray laden with stuffed vine leaves, shrimp saganaki, chicken souvlaki with tzatziki sauce, moussaka, pitta bread and a jug of water. 'Yusuf sent you these, on the house,' said the waiter. 'He asked me to tell you to eat!'

A minute later, finally alone in the room, for the first time in months not having to worry about who might see them and inform their families, Kostas and Defne looked at each other and began to laugh. An incredulous laughter, the kind of effervescent lightness that only comes after constant distress and fear.

They ate slowly, savouring every morsel. They talked incessantly, making the most of what language could offer, as if they didn't trust words would still be available come tomorrow. Meanwhile, the smells and sounds inside the premises intensified. Shadows from the candlelight on the table played across the whitewashed walls. Every time the door to the tavern opened, and a new draught of wind fluttered the curtains, the same shadows danced a little dance just for them.

They heard customers arrive. The sounds of cutlery, idle chatter. Then a plate smashing, followed by a woman 's laughter. Someone began to sing in English.

So kiss me and smilefor me, Tell me that you 'll waitfor me ...

Others joined in. A spontaneous, loud, rowdy chorus. They were British soldiers, many of them just out of school, their voices rising and falling, hanging on to each other for support and camaraderie, a sense of home, belonging. Young men trapped in a zone of conflict, stuck on an island where they did not speak the languages, nor really understand the subtleties of the political landscape; servicemen fulfilling orders, knowing one of them might not make it to tomorrow.

Two hours later, Yusuf opened the kitchen door and quietly let them out. 'C-c-come back. We don't always get young lovers here, you'll b-bring us luck.'

As they stepped into the evening breeze, they smiled at their host, suddenly shy. Young lovers! They had never thought of themselves in those terms, but now that someone had said it out loud, of course, they knew, that's exactly what they were.

Fig Tree

And that's how she came into my life -Defne. It was a quiet afternoon. I was dozing off inside the tavern, enjoying a moment of calm before the evening rush, when the door opened and they strode in, slipping from the bright glare of sunlight into the cool shade. 'A fig! Is that real?' That's what I remember Defne saying as soon as her eyes landed on me. The surprise on her face was unmistakable. I perked up, curious to know the person who had made this remark.  Vanity, perhaps, but I have always been interested in what humans see - or fail to see -in us.

I remember Yiorgos saying something about how I looked electrified at night. He used the word 'magical'. I was pleased to hear that. It was true. In the evenings, when the staff turned on the lamps and lit the candles placed at various comers, a golden light reflected off my bark, glowing through my leaves. My branches stretched out confidently, as if everything around here was an extension of me, not only the trestle tables and wooden chairs, but also the paintings on the walls, the strings of garlic hanging from the ceiling, the waiters scooting back and forth, the customers who came from diverse parts of the world, even Chico flying around in a blaze of colours, all of it happening under my supervision.

I had nothing to worry about back then. My figs were juicy, plentiful, soft to the touch, and my leaves were strong and spotlessly green, the newer ones larger than the older, a sign of healthy growth. Such was my allure that I even uplifted the customers' mood. The furrows in their foreheads relaxed, the edges in their tones smoothed out. Perhaps what they said about happiness was true, after all: it was contagious. In a tavern named The Happy Fig, with a blooming tree at the centre, it was hard not to feel hopeful.

I know I should not be saying this, I know it is wrong of me, unloving and ungrateful , but since that fateful afternoon many years ago there have been more than a few times when I've regretted meeting Defne and I wished she had never crossed our threshold. Maybe then our beautiful tavern would not have been consumed by flames, destroyed. Maybe I would still be that same happy tree.

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June 11 ZODIAC

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 Assuming your birthday is June 11, your zodiac sign is Gemini June 11 - character and character character: honest, lenient, kind, wild, vicious, demanding calling: cosmetologist, fireplace clear, pilot tones: greenish blue, silver, red stone: ruby creature: canine plant: woman's shroud fortunate numbers: 16,20,25,33,35,40 very fortunate number: 27 Occasions and observances - June 11 Roman Realm: Matralia, out of appreciation for Mater Matuta, goddess of the first light. Spain: Jaდ©n. Virgin of the House of prayer. Argentina: Neighbor's Day, commemoration of the second establishing of Buenos Aires. Spain: Logrono. Celebrations of San Bernabდ©. June 11 VIP birthday celebrations. Who was conceived that very day as you? 1900: Leopoldo Marechal, Argentine author and writer (d. 1970). 1900: Carmen Polo, Spanish lady, spouse of Francisco Franco. 1909: Carlos Lemos, Spanish entertainer. 1910: Carmine Coppola, American writer and guide (d. 1991). 1910: Jacques Cousteau, French oceanographer and voyager (d. 1997). 1911: Manuel Ballesteros Gaibrois, Spanish student of history and anthropologist. 1913: Risდ« Stevens, American soprano. 1914: Nenდ© Cascallar, Argentine writer and screenwriter (d. 1982). 1914: Gregorio Lდ³pez Raimundo, Aragonese government official. 1915: Josდ© Caballero, Spanish painter (d. 1991). 1915: Nicholas City, American mathematician and physicist of Greek beginning (d. 1999). 1917: Jaime Duque Grisales, Colombian pilot, organizer behind the Jaime Duque Park (f. 2007) 1917: Rubდ©n Lდ³pez Sabariego, Cuban laborer tormented and killed by US officials at the Guantდ¡namo maritime base (f. 1961). 1919: Richard Todd, Irish entertainer (d. 2009). 1920: Hazel Scott, Hindu vocalist (d. 1981). 1920: Mahendra Bir Bikram Shah, Nepalese lord. 1922: John Bromfield, American entertainer (d. 2005). 1922: Michael Cacoyannis, Cypriot movie producer (d. 2011). 1924: Jovita Luna, entertainer, vocalist and Argentine star (d. 2006). 1925: William Styron, American author. 1927: German Lopezarias, Spanish writer (f. 2003). 1928: Salvador Garmendia, Venezuelan author. 1928: Fabiola de Mora y Aragდ³n, Spanish blue-blood, sovereign associate of Belgium. 1929: Antonio Pujia, Italian-Argentine stone worker. 1932: Francisco Alberto Caamano, Dominican government official. 1933: Quality More stunning, American entertainer (d. 2016). 1934: Enrique de Laborde de Monpezat, ruler partner of Denmark. 1935: Nდºria Espert, Spanish theater chief and entertainer. 1935: Eulogio Martდ­nez, Paraguayan soccer player (d. 1984). 1936: Jaime Camino, Spanish producer. 1936: Chad Everett, American entertainer (d. 2012). 1937: Robin Warren, Australian doctor, 2005 Nobel Prize in Medication. 1939: Jackie Stewart, English engine hustling driver. 1942: Cacho Castana, Argentine author, vocalist and entertainer. 1945: Adrienne Barbeau, American entertainer. 1949: Forthright Facial hair, American drummer, of the band ZZ Top. 1956: Joe Montana, American football player. 1958: Jamaaladeen Tacuma, American artist. 1958: Rafael Sდ¡nchez Navarro, Mexican entertainer. 1959: Hugh Laurie, English entertainer. 1961: Marდ­a Barranco, Spanish entertainer. 1962: Gabriel Elorriaga Pisarik, Spanish lawmaker. 1964: Jean Alesi, French Equation 1 driver. 1964: Carlos Barragდ¡n: Argentine columnist, comedian and screenwriter. 1965: Ignacio Gadano, Argentine entertainer. 1965: Manuel Uribe, Mexican resident, heaviest man on the planet (d. 2014). 1968: Alois of Liechtenstein, Liechtensteinian ruler. 1969: Peter Dinklage, American entertainer. 1969: Steven Drozd, American drummer, of the band The Flaring Lips. 1970: Chris Rice, American artist. 1971: Kenjiro Tsuda, entertainer and Japanese voice entertainer. 1975: Choi Ji Charm, South Korean entertainer and model. 1977: Ryan Dunn, American entertainer (d. 2011). 1977: Julio Voltio, Puerto Rican artist. 1978: Joshua Jackson, Canadian entertainer. 1981: Emiliano Moretti, Italian footballer. 1982: Joey Graham, American ball player. 1982: Diana Taurasi, American ball player. 1984: Vდ¡gner Love, Brazilian soccer player. 1985: Violeta Isfel, Mexican entertainer. 1986: Shia LaBeouf, American entertainer. 1986: Marcia Orjeda Ramirez, in Peru. 1987: Ezequiel Carrera, Venezuelan baseball player. 1988: Yui Aragaki, Japanese entertainer, artist and model. 1990: Sherina Munaf, Indonesian entertainer and vocalist. 1992: Eugene Simon, English entertainer. 1994: Ivana Baquero, Spanish entertainer.