The Swissians stole Ticino from Italy in 1512 and have hung onto it ever since. The tingle of the Italian accent is one of the major aspects that separates the region from the rest of Switzerland.
“Like a fresh Mediterranean garden is the feel of the climate in the south,” Angea-Lea sang as she twirled in front of the mirror, naked. The snow was beginning to melt, she felt young and alive. On the wall in the living room above the fireplace ablaze with candles were a current harvest ripe of Ticino’s bachelor babes. It was three in the morning and Jiminez and Malachi were sound asleep upstairs.
Melancholy sounds she made whilst drooling and tittering at the bachelor’s gallery imagining all sorts of things about them. She wished she could have a different hunk of spunk for every day of the week, for example Mr. Intellectual on Monday, Mr. Cutsie on Tuesday, Mr. Muscle on Wednesday, dense Arab on Thursday etc etc etc.
These were the top five voted the sexiest.
“Let’s see, the first on the list is Spring-loaded Lauterbrunnen. He is beautiful starkers, more beautiful than a glacier-cut valley. He looks sensitive as if he could cry a waterfall if something sad happened in his girlfriend’s life. What a body for a midwife but he is a tad on the skinny side. He reminds me of a shepherd boy, a man with little or no education,” she giggled at his teensy little member. She continued to whisper into the night asking herself, “I wonder what would be the one thing he’d stand for? I think he would stand by his female patients no matter what.”
Pacing the floors she pretended she was giving an interview, she held up her fist as if she were holding a microphone. “What part of a lady do you like the best?” In pretence he answered ‘a rip-roaring vagina, where her musk scent takes my breath away!’ Angea-Lea jumped up and down on the spot her breasts bobbing, she held them to steady them and twirled her fingertips around her teats until she could feel the intensity of her vibrating clitty. But in all her innocence she was not aware somebody was standing outside at the window watching her every move.
“Okay what dominates your dreams?” How she wished she could ask the questions to his face but this would probably be the best she’d get. ‘Yes, I dream of babies coming out feet first it’s scary.’ “That would be scary in your position.” At this point she turned around to face the window holding her vagina tight with her right hand. She did not notice the man standing there because he’d ducked just in time.
Under the moonlight she could make out a trail that could lead one away from the façade of the chalet and the encrusted valley through to the Swiss wilderness. Now she asked a further question. “What would be your favourite birthday present?” ‘Paintings of me as a naked nipper.’ She was cottoning on to the Aussie lingo from Malachi. Again the fist went heavenwards, “What would be your life’s code?” ‘My lovers will never starve whilst sex is the dessert after every evening meal’. By now it was three-thirty and she was feeling fairly dirty and thirsty for sex but not with her own man, she wanted sex with the man in the picture. He seemed so real. The final question was… “What occupation did you desire the most when you were a little boy growing up?” ‘To be the best baby deliverer, the best romancer, the best at uttering falsehood.’ That last answer made her laugh hysterically, “What if it is all true about you?” she yakked to the man inside the varnished wooden frame. She was slowly becoming Ticino’s Trifler – a kind of fancy confection men would adore to sink their teeth into. He had her trifling. She loved to finger lightly her sweet, sweet nectarous pavlova until her digits became sweet smelling and sticky. Simplicity of heart and a portrayal of life as it actually existed she desired more than anything to coexist. She was tempted to just walk out the door that day in search of Mr. Spring-loaded Lauterbrunnen his first name turned her on. She soaked in a warm bubble bath.
Malachi rose early to prepare breakfast all this time he hadn’t noticed the naked men above the fireplace. Men hardly took much notice of other men. He felt he didn’t need to compare himself, besides he must have been the one to shag the most women ever. He knew he had the biggest around.
Jiminez was told to gather the eggs from the chicken coop, he thought it was fun stealing the warm vitamin pills from under the chooks. Malachi took the bacon from the freezer. Lucky for them the Veterinary Hospital staff had stocked up the freezer with Aussie food as well as Swiss. He looked at one clear box labelled Geschnetzeltes mit Rösti and in English underneath it translated slivered veal in cream sauce with country-fried potatoes. Jiminez brought in one dozen eggs in his little cane basket. Malachi lifted him up on to the kitchen bench saying, “You’ll grow two inches in height and put on a good half stone when I cook up these lovely cackleberrys just you wait and see – go get Angea-Lea,” he helped him down off the bench, “What are cackleberrys Daddy?” Malachi’s eyes welled with tears as big as pearls at the name ‘Daddy’, no one had ever called him that because he had shot through the moment he’d made a woman pregnant as he did not want the responsibility of rearing a child, therefore he was a little worried now that Angea-Lea was with child.
He turned around from facing the old wooden stove and told him “cackleberrys are eggs my son.”
“You are crying over that?” Jiminez asked.
“Naaah!” he rubbed his hand through Jiminez’s hair, “I’m just so glad to hear the name Daddy.”
“And thank you for calling me son.”
Bathing time was now over for Angea-Lea much to her disappointment and as she was towel drying herself she was busy singing a Swiss tune she had made up herself her voice could be heard all over the chalet. “In the pension Kraml off Gumpendorfersti there is lots of space in my well-lit large room, and as I stand on the old wooden floor and stare at the high ceilings I see your angel face. You bring me my Buffet breakfast on a large tray you eat with me some bread, some yogurt, some cheese, some eggs and I didn’t even need to call ahead, somehow you knew O Angel of mercy and light, nurse me in heaven tonight.” A songscraftswoman Malachi called her. She removed her engagement ring from her finger and placed it on the bathroom table.
Angea-Lea was in the middle of stepping into a pair of panties knows as hipsters they had a strawberry pink wavy trim of lace around the hips and groin with a pretty combination of variegated pink sunflowers and purpley-grey vine in between with a matching satin bow at the centre, when Jiminez appeared to announce breakfast was being prepared by her prince charming, gasping at the sight of her plump sweet spot. Immediately she heard sounds of heavy breathing and slammed the door on his nose.
“Now I am a Pekinese,” he yelled.
She giggled, then putting her matching bra on said, “Okay, I shall be there in a minute.”
The weather warmed rather rapidly so she decided to wear a light bronze chiffon frock of which she looked like she was basking in the bronze sunglow of a toasty afternoon by the seashore and she looked as if she was wrapped in rose due to the many huge full blown pink and white roses splashed all over the material and in between sprinkles of gold. A big red, gold and pink rose was stitched to the centre near the valley of her plump bosom. Her hair was swept up into a bun with a huge paper hibiscus the colour of a sunset attached into the centre of the bun. Around her dainty neck she wore Malachi’s silver box chain necklace, the thin straps over her shoulders showing off their beauty. On her feet were ooh-la-la latté coloured shoes that looked like a sandy/coffee tone. A berry cool lipstick moistened her dry lips and a chilled champagne blush did not over-colour her cheeks. She slipped on her ring and slipped into the bedroom and picked up her gold clutch purse and waltzed down the steps.
At the base of the steps, pride of place stood her man. So strong, looking so perfect in every way. Although at first he was a bit much to take he had now grown on her and she was beginning to accept him and his unusual ways.
“You look as pretty as a floral garden in full bloom with butterflies dancing upon each flower,” he told her. Before she could say anything their lips were locked in a rather lengthy kiss. He wondered where she was off to dressed like that.
His mind quickly returned to the preparation of the breakfast meal as he could smell a burning smell on the stove. “My open-faced omelette with asparagus and goat’s fetta.” He really moved, like grease lightening towards the range, she tiptoed out the door without him knowing. Where was she headed?
“Well Angea-Lea here’s breaky caught the eggs just in time before I burnt the lot.”
Jiminez had already been sitting at the table playing with his knife and fork.
“Free range eggs are the best…, Where’s Angea-Lea? Maybe she’s in the toilet.”
He raced upstairs to the toilet and swung the door open but did not find her there.
Then he heard the motor of his four-wheel-drive revving. He raced out the door just in time to ask her where she was headed at this hour.
Turning the motor off she was compelled to tell him she was headed for town to look at some clothes as he said, “Breakfast is ready.”
He allowed her to go and waved her on. But… she had lied. She was in fact eager to find the first man in the picture. Even if it took all day, she’d track him down.
At rest and soothingly, the light of the day burst forth upon the globe we inhabit, banishing the blackishness, and rousing into action the world to eternal felicity.
So did the daughter of passion arise, with love in her wings.
Ticino’s hilly countryside was romantic. She passed gorgeous emerald lakes, luxurious vegetation, castles overlooking vineyards and defiant stone houses scattered along winding lanes.
The city was alive with early risers bustling to get an early morning bargain as was Angea-Lea, for to find Mr. Gorgeous would be a real bargain, the poor hunted.
Back at the chalet Malachi went back on his promise and ate the veal saying how delish the dish was and couldn’t really get over the fact that Angea-Lea had fled.
Malachi took Jiminez on a walk past the vineyards to where a dozen geese and a half dozen goslings made their home. Jiminez roared with laughter when he set eyes on the adorable baby geese paddling the dog’s bowl while the dog was trying to lap the water, three of the goslings kept bossing Kloster the baby beagle by eating his nose and Kloster kept biting them back. Malachi raced inside and grabbed the polaroid camera capturing the magic moments on film. Together, father and son fed the geese stale bread and scraps.
Malachi’s eyes glued themselves on the rocky road that took his baby away. He had, to this point considered Angea-Lea to be a refuge from the storms of life and a shadow from the heat. He had not been known for his loyalty in times passed but desired more than anything to be loyal to a unique destiny with his angel and their son. Her vanishing into oblivion made him feel almost as if he’d lost his will to survive, what if she doesn’t come back, he thought, for she’d said she wanted to get out and live life to its fullest. What if she meets someone better than him in some way, for she had a face like an angel and a body to match. Her angelic personality brought a certain healing to a troubled soul and peace to the disturbed.
She parked the car in a huge carpark off the town square. Along the edges of the orange tiled square were huge pots filled with cheery-faced geraniums. At the centre of the square stood a huge triangular masterpiece made from latticework, it had a climbing white double geranium over it and on each side a triangular doorway. On the ground rocky paths led to a lit-up fountain, Angea-Lea adored the pretty glow of the lights and felt the shade loving plants around the black stone edge.
A sign in one corner read: THROW IN A COIN AND WATCH YOUR WISH COME TRUE! Throwing in a coin she made her wish, wishing with all her heart she’d find the poster-boy. Within minutes he’d walked in.
“Spring is that you?”
“Yes it is me.” She was all giggly and chatty telling him about how she knew him and he told her that his details were the same as what she had pretended.
“This is a fascinating blessed place to visit,” she told him.
“You look as delicious as a vanilla ice-cream, come to my home where I live with my parents and we shall get to know each other better Miss Lovely.”
Bright and bubbly like the girl-next-door she itched to get to know this handsome man. She followed him in her four-wheel-drive. He lived in Lugano. Arcaded passageways exploded with blood-red geraniums and orange tiles dribbled up and down the hills that made up this hybrid town. Hidden in the dramatic crevassed bay between San Salvatore and Monte Bré its beauty was ravishing.
The sun-drenched oasis welcomed the little French fairy. It was not long after she began to know him that she started calling him her boyfriend.
She was in for a super-romantic time and he told her so. They didn’t care what time of day it was. He took her to his room and she lay on his single bed and parted her legs. He ran his slim fingers up her inner thighs rubbing as if he were moulding mud. She did not give one tiny thought about Malachi. His breath was sweet and warm as he brought his lips firm and steadfast covering her delicate and damp mouth in a salute given with the lips meant only to put her to silence.
She allowed him to peel off her frock and undergear and he wasted time staring at her swollen breasts, his eyes, extreme in degree, his pupils, ablaze she felt they’d entered with hostile intention emitting a heat that burned through her perspiring chest to her cool heart. He brought the sheet up over her breasts that puffed up and were full of pain and her teats hardened and the pain continued as they squeezed against the restricting flannelette. He longed to dive into her vagina face first but he knew the process would take time that foreplay was paramount. He’d read all about it in the latest sex mags. He started by telling her how beautiful she looked holding her hands in his, by now he was naked.
“Let me lead you down a path you have not known and make the darkness light before you and the crooked things straight, these things I will do unto you and I will not forsake you,” he told her how good he wanted her to feel.
She knew he was not just going through the motions to get what he was after. His kisses were sexy and gradual as were his caresses now she was absolutely in the mood and aching for more. Now warmed up and heading for the hottest orgasm, he was neither acid nor alkaline exploring her hot zones. His lips sucked her neck and teasingly he brushed his lips against her tender flesh as he moved downwards, he pretended he was going to kiss her but stopped short as if he’d had a change of mind and heart at the very last minute, then retraced his steps and bit and sucked at her earlobes. He lifted her off the bed.
He ran his light fingers up the backs of her arms as they stood on the soft carpet like he’d caress the spongy leather on his overstuffed easy chair. All along her shoulders and behind her ears a kiss fell like autumn leaves. Excitedly she snuggled deep down into the sheets thinking how he took his time enjoying her utter gorgeousness not quite how it had been with Malachi although she did enjoy his ooolong massage and oolong penis. This guy had something different, he had finesse and a hornyness she needed more of. She nipped lightly at his hairline his hair smelling like ferns after a light sprinkle of rain.
“My muscles at the base of my neck are so tense.” As soon as she said this he was massaging as she sat upright on the edge of the bed. He asked her did she have another, she told him no there is no other. There was nothing to fear here in Spring’s haven of healing as he rubbed her wobbly breasts. This really turned them both on she could feel his firmness against her back. Her inner thighs, her knees, her pelvis, her breasts, the sweet spot in the curve above her hip, all the hot spots he’d touched with his slightly opened lips so she could feel the wetness of his mouth and the heat of his breath on her skin he ran his lips over every tender part.
“Feeling pampered?” he asked her.
“Slowly kissing and massaging me completely snaps my brain, it feels awesome, I want you to keep going,” he did and then entered his penis into her awaiting vagina, they both peaked together. She enjoyed his little penis but of course it didn’t quite have the same impact as Malachi’s.