Chronicles of an Old Man’S Journey: A Fictional Sociological Study Exploring the Mysterious World of Liaisons, Rendezvous, and Encounters

By Kama Eros Yarilo

Sadly, it is inevitable that all men will one day awake to discover that they have grown old. When this occurs they must come to grips with the reality that many of the opposite sex no longer will find them as attractive as they once were as younger men.
Chronicles of An Old Mans Journey recounts the story of what one man discovered when he decided to fight such a war and venture into a mysterious and shadowy world that few know and even fewer understand in the hope of regaining his lost prowess and achieving glory one last time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469182063

Kama Eros Yarilo

Who would know better about the joys and agonies of a quest for the fair maidens than the gods? Who better then to tell the fictional story of an old man’s journey to recapture his youth than the mythological gods of ardor Kama, Eros, and Yarilo? Kama, Eros, and Yarilo are the Hindu, Greek, and Slavic gods of passion. It is these mythological creatures that light the flame of human desire.

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CHAPTER ONE

Tia

Gentlemen: As the old adages say: All that glitters is not gold, and you cannot judge a book by its cover. Such began my quest to expand my friendship base last night. Starlet the words said.

After three intriguing telephone interfaces, the time for the meeting was set. I was anticipating a wonderful encounter.

As the time grew closer though my trepidations began to grow. No call to confirm and a voice mail box that was filled. No way to know for sure or not if we would meet or I would face a no show (I understand that this does occur as a matter of doing business very often.)

Although a novice I understood the importance of having a backup plan and I knew when to go with my gut. I made the call to the backup. It was wise to do so because the Starlet never showed.

What occurred instead though was wonderful. Let me say that the Island of Long was well represented last night by one of its favorite daughters. Well versed in all, and I mean all, areas of her craft, and blessed with the bounties of enhancement that a skilled professional had bestowed upon her (forty four to the fifth letter of the alphabet three times over, and a mid body of ten times two) she made the moments almost magical, a true 9 on the Richter scale and that is what I would rate this experience on a 1 to 10 range.

As the brief dalliance in the night ended and we exchanged goodbyes and vital contact information, I was reminded that some adages are indeed true.

You do get what you pay for and the extra coinage was well worth the ride (or five.)

CHAPTER TWO

Samantha & Suzanne

Last night did not start out with the intention of exploring multiple encounters; however, when opportunity knocks (or in this case bangs) one should always seize the opportunity.

Would you care to meet my sister Suzanne who would just love to join us was the question posed by Samantha.

How could I answer that beautiful smiling face with her perfect teeth and her blonde flowing bangs in any other way but of course my dear.

I fully understand that life is indeed short and a missed opportunity is never regained. I also firmly believe it is better to regret what one did, rather than what one did not do.

Sisters are wonderful, or so I came to realize. It is not important that sisters be linked biologically or genetically, or that they share a common beauty intrinsic to the more sought after women in our society. (Although, it was apparent that both of my companions were exceptional reflections of the idealized image of young woman that has been portrayed in literature and the media throughout the ages.) The true spirit of sisterhood though transcends those mortal bonds and in the end actions speaks more clearly than physiology and anatomy.

That said I would be less than forthcoming if I did not share the fact that I truly enjoyed the pleasure of being afforded the opportunity to explore the almost physical perfection that presented itself to me. Daily exercise and good nutrition have benefits for all, including those who just enjoy the fruit of the labors of others. It was the best of all worlds.

Speaking of action, I was fortunate enough to experience everything from the habitual to the sublime. As the room spun and I drifted into a state of euphoria, I came to appreciate the intricacies that mathematics offers with all its different possibilities and permutations.

Up, down, sideways, one with one, one with two, two with each other in various formulas for desire, three together in a frantic array of spent emotions, and the countless intersections of mind and body. It just boggles the mind! So many possibilities and so little time (especially when fantasies are calculated by the hour.)

As I lay there, I came to truly understand the wonder that great mathematicians such as Newton, Archimedes, Riemann, and Agnesi must have felt in the presence of such greatness in the universe.

All in all, I would rate the experience a 9.25 out of 10.

Each excelled in different areas so the actions were complemented by defined skills and exceptional abilities, and at times if I had been an Olympic judge I would have awarded a perfect score of 10 for individual event efforts.

If the world were not so large, with so many adventures to explore, I would revisit this land of the blonde haired and green eyed natives. Then again, one night deep in the future as I sit alone, a spark of yearning for the familiar may touch by heart, and I will react accordingly. Time and the fates alone will determine who I will reach out to on that dark night.

Let me close by saying I wish that everyone has the opportunity to experience the hidden gusto that life can offer. My humble advice, when it comes knocking, and it will when you least expect it, fling open the door and surrender to its pull. Throw caution to the wind and jump in with both feet. The water is nice and warm.

CHAPTER THREE

Natalia

Very often a change of scenery will result in an opportunity for a new adventure.

Such was the case last night.

I set out to explore the thrills and excitement of a nearby big city. Larger cities afford the opportunity to meet new people and to explore new things.

The plan was to find and then spend time with some special individual and hopefully that time would eventually lead to a wonderful exchange of ideas and mutual satisfaction.

Such was the case.

What was unique about this excursion was that I was for the first time not flying solo. It is good to have a companion, a sidekick, a compatriot; however, it also meant in this case the necessity to arrange for encounters for two individuals, not just one for myself. The added responsibility was something I did not take lightly.

It appeared at first that there were fewer possibilities to meet the right individuals than would have been expected in a city this size. Eventually though three distinct sets of individuals presented their desires to share their evenings and charms with us.

As is often the case, expediency weighed heavily in the selection process. It was imperative that the night not be loss by spending too much time analyzing and trying to make the best informed choice. In the end there was no grand scheme, nor should there be one for that matter. Fun was the only agenda item and I knew that fun could be found almost anywhere with almost anyone.

My choice of young ladies exhibited all the traits of a big city entrepreneur. There were constant a la carte offerings, each with the added expense. The negotiations with Natalia were ongoing, but in the end satisfying.

By remaining courteous and generous the advantage finally became mine and when the encounter was concluded my gentleman’s persona won the day and my lovely companion requested an additional opportunity in the future to make amends and to spend time treating me royally.

Overall, the encounter was pleasant and predictable to a great extent, but I did also learn from the experience as well. I knew that the knowledge gained would be helpful in future negotiations. In fact, it was put to use much sooner than anticipated.

I would rate our time spent together as a 7 out of a total of 10.

Nice, but probably not worth reliving, and yet the promise for an even more fulfilling experience next time is enticing.

CHAPTER FOUR

Tanika

Having completed my time with Natalia my friend and I embarked on a celebration of sorts. Our curiosity for a taste of the local culture led us to the beach area. Ah, the night life we witnessed was unexpected and stimulating.

While moving between local taverns the evening presented us with a delightful surprise. As we worked our way through the noisy crowds filled with music and joy, little did we know we were being stalked. We became the ones sought after; we were the prey not the hunters.

From this hunt I was fortunate enough to meet a lovely young black beauty named Tanika who was brimming with self confidence.

To this point I had not sought out, nor enjoyed the company of anyone of this persuasion. I had not made a conscious effort to avoid this possibility, I just had moved in different circles.

The thought quickly crossed my mind that this would be a new experience.

Secretly, I wondered if I was up to the task, especially since my first encounter that evening had left me rather drained. I decided that the old axiom, nothing ventured, nothing gained, was definitely applicable in this case. So, I moved forward and seized the new experience with feelings of both caution and excitement.

Having quickly learned from my experience from earlier that evening I was better prepared for the inevitable drama that would play out. Remaining steadfast I was victorious. I was filled with bliss as a result.

After the customary ritual dance that involved both romance and business were concluded we were ready to partake of the delights of the cool evening night.

The exploration left me with feelings of wonderment. Oh, the script was pretty much the same, however, when all was said and done, I was left with the knowledge and appreciation that beauty like the rainbow, comes in a spectrum of colors.

The inevitable exchange of personal information left me looking forward with anticipation to more such experiences.

I rate the encounter a very, and I mean very, solid 8.5 out of 10.

As the morning sun rose and we reflected on the happenings of the evening, both my colleague and I agreed it had been a wonderful night.

I look forward to the bright lights of another major city and its beckoning call again soon.

CHAPTER FIVE

Andréa

Still not quite relaxed when not moving freely in my own sphere of influence where I can control all the external and subtle nuisances of ambiance, environment, and pace, I was moved nevertheless this weekend by the spontaneity of the moment to venture out to find a new friend within a strange setting. After several impromptu telephone calls, eventually I was able to find a willing compatriot.

Upon arrival I was moved by the artificiality that the makeshift pop sixties culture based establishment portrayed. Small, yet functional, the room hidden within what appeared as a storefront that had seen better times when dreams of success were possible, was but one of a maze within a series of rooms. Hidden doors led to other secrets I would not be privy to on this day. The prominent futon with its shag covering and the low illuminating lamp in the corner of the cramped room were indicators of a conscious attempt to provide a quiet sense of excitement within a safe harbor.

The greeting was warm but professional. The name was Andréa, emphasis on the dre. Is that your real name I inquired? It is real to you was the response, and so it would have to be for the brief time we would spend together.

Since serendipity had sent me to this encounter with its makeshift and hurried plans, there was no time to rely upon the usual old man chemicals to stimulate and enhance. These old friends helped turn back the clock and provide a momentarily reprieve from old age while restoring the youth that had abandoned me.

As a result, the eventual performance can best be compared to competing in the Olympics and being awarded a Bronze medal. It was nice to be able to participate and be recognized, however, in the end the world would little applaud nor remember my presence.

The moments themselves vacillated between levels of excitement and those of fear of being unable to rise to the occasion (literally.) At one disconcerting moment she politely asked stage fright? This statement was meant to ease the burden, but it also brought forth her belief that I was a novice, which I am in many areas. This however is only a partial truth since I have learned a great deal since I begun this journey. It is also a truth that should not be exposed to the light of day if I am to maintain any semblance of machismo.

Fortunately, the rules for such communications are fairly set and only the actors change. As the conversation continued other normal trade related phrases emerged. The obligatory, although not necessarily true, comment on size was expected, but the term a third appendage was a welcome change on the usual oration.

Overall, even with the stumbles, it was a quick and efficient fulfillment of an ongoing fantasy, and well worth the trip.

I rate it 7.5 out of a total of 10.

Upon leaving my reflection was that I might return to the venue, but probably not to this partner.

CHAPTER SIX

Serin

For this encounter I felt the urge to actively seek out the unknown, the strange, the yet unexperienced, and the alternative to the comfortable? Upon advice from a close friend and colleague I ventured out to do so.

Serin was the name that caught my eye. She represented the Far East, the mystery of the Orient, and the opportunity to push the boundaries of what I knew. The path to Serin was complicated. It required a series of telephone exchanges, an elaborate set of traveling directions, and a major communication barrier to overcome. Spurred on by curiosity I was confident I could surmount all of these obstacles.

What I found was not what I had anticipated. Freaky is one of those words that we all believe we understand, however, until you have actually experienced it in a real person one is never quite prepared to deal with its varied nuances. I was not ready for the verbal sparring, or the series of role playing experiences, I was asked to perform. To say I was intrigued and caught up in the moment would be an understatement.

I was also though on my guard. Not understanding or being privy to what was about to happen next put me at a distinct disadvantage. Control did not rest with me as was the norm in these situations. I could not create and manipulate the environment to my benefit. I was the visiting team and she most definitely held home team field advantage.

I struggled to find the right rapport that would enable me to achieve my evening’s goal. Was machismo the answer, was it compliance, was it silence instead? Did the straightest path lie by way of espousing honesty, flattery, or intelligence? All these options raced through my head as I studied Serin’s face searching out a clue as to the correct path to pursue.

She did not possess the beauty of the ages that would have tilted the scales in her favor. To be kind, her physical assets were average at best, and yet her sense of self worth was strong, almost overpowering. She was self assured to the point of cockiness. It was fascinating to watch her move with the confidence of the gods.

Back and forth waged the subtle battle for control. It was East meeting West head on.

If we had been from ancient cultures, hers would have been the China during the age of the Ming Dynasty when Zu’s army dispatched its enemies and lead the nation to greatness. I on the other hand would have selected the glorious world of the Roman Empire during the time of Augustus for my banner. They both represented cultures of power, mystery, and rich histories of grander times.

As our psychological struggle continued it was not certain if the Centurion or the young and inscrutable daughter of Confucius would prevail. Both warriors were well equipped, well practiced, and unmovable in their confidence.

As the dance continued, suddenly, an opening for me to move in and snatch victory presented