Double chocolate chip cookies melt - pouring over your taste buds, sticking your tongue to the roof of your mouth as you laze about in an outdoor café chair, soaking up the warm rays of the midmorning sun. People pass you by, on roller blades, on skateboards and some simply on foot.
Only metres away, the plunging ocean waves crash on the vacant shore, while you sip a steaming wake up coffee from the large white porcelain mug cradled in your delicate hands. The turquoise crystal water looks inviting. The smell of the salty sea sends a greeting towards you and an invitation to take a quick refreshing dip in the healing translucent liquid before lunch. That idea is instantly postponed, at least until your personal belongings can be secured within the safe haven of your hotel room, located just down and around the corner.
Your iridescent eyes flip to the stretch of scorching charcoal pavement running parallel with the beach while your mind turns a corner losing you in thoughts. How can people stand the burning sensation on the soles of their naked feet as they walk along? It was something your tender skin refused to tolerate.
Suddenly you to sit up straight as you catch sight of a pair of pale golden feet that seem all too familiar. Your attention diverts to an adorable black and white dog, trotting neatly over the toffee coloured sand, heading down for a quick splash, before your concentration is soon brought back around to the intriguing pair of bare feet now walking towards you.
Slowly your eyes travel up and over his manly shaped legs, decked out in a faded pair of blue denim cut offs. While hips sway neatly in their own unique style, his pale grey t-shirt creases against the light breeze, the hem bordering on the top of his muscly thighs. His designer walk begins to drive you crazy, turning your insides all gooey. Continuing to watch, you hope the guy with the sexy swing in his step wouldn’t notice you were checking him out. Your mouth begins to water. Damn!! It was already hot out and now, because of him, temperatures were sure to hit scorching!!
Shattering your concentration, a shiver of goose bumps ripples over you as the tiny skin bubbles make an attempt to trap heat around your body. You glance toward the heavens trying to recall if you’d heard anything in the weather forecast predicting a storm for today. Had the ozone layer exploded or was there a hole in the sun? No. There was just a simple hovering cloud. It would soon pass.
Excitement catches in the back of your throat when you discover two shadows on the ground beside you. One was yours. The other belonged to the masculine figure you’d been studying so intently – the man behind that million dollar walk. It was a complete shock to the system to learn that the cause of your temperature altering from one extreme to another was now standing directly before you.
Twisting your head, you stare up into the unshaven face of the man who’d formed an umbrella of shade over you. His familiar boyish giggle overflows into your ears. Just who was this guy? Damn but he was fine, with chiselled good looks, dark blonde hair grown to a medium length - a messy un kept look strangely suiting him. Blue or green eyes, you weren’t sure which, but they proved hard to tear your focus from and when he smiled, he hotwired your heart as he went about it. Oh he had your number all right - 45301 - must have been written all over your facial expression by this point in time. How embarrassing. He was pressing all your buttons and you hadn’t even got to “hello.”
Briefly you close your eyes seeking to gather your composure, which was utterly useless, for this man had already jump-started your senses into high alert with his walk alone. Oh yes!! Baby could make his blue jeans talk. Who ever and what ever his name was, it sure spelt trouble for you.
Confidently he sits down uninvited in the seat opposite, while you scramble to hide the panic churning over and over inside. A lovely pink blush creeps up onto your face when you realise he is studying you in return.
Tickling the side of his neck with a quick flick of his long fingers, he looks beyond you, following the shoreline of crashing white foam to the dog playing in the welcoming surf. His stunning eyes come back to rest on yours and without warning, he moves in close, leaning his elbows on the table, invading your personal space and causing something inside you to snap. Now you remember where you’d seen him – in a dream you’d had only yesterday.
Deeper and deeper you went, until you were drowning in his aqua diamond irises where reflections of your life’s movie began to flash across the glistening watery surface. Soon, details of him standing on a picturesque beach, art brush in hand, leaning into a canvas perched on an unstained oak easel, came into focus. He was dressed for your enjoyment, clothed in a simple linen button down shirt, your favourite colour and long formal pants. His bare feet were half buried by wet caramel sand.
From where you were, you could see his recent forgeries - a beautiful masterpiece, his handiwork - a portrait of a lady. His creation left you awestruck and inspired. You had never thought something so breath taking was humanly possible. You’d never once seen anything so fresh, so incredibly imaginative. He’d captured the essence of his subject making it so amazingly life like, that you were certain that the person in the painting would surely begin to breathe and step off the canvas. Oh, but wait!! You gasp when you realise the lady in the portrait is you.
Pleasurable feelings leap upon you. Although he is painting your image onto the canvas, the sweeping motions of his light designer strokes are delightfully felt, falling on the fabric of your silken skin. With a steady gliding sensation from his brush, he sends you to cloud nine as deliciously intense emotions find freedom within and an explosion of new images emerge right before your eyes.
The humming of his hypnotic tune flows with a rhythmic beat you’d not heard before, wrapping itself around your soul, making it dance like his alluring masculine scent, triggering the warm glow of passionate heat to flare and spread within you.
Beautiful eyes meet and lock solid. Without warning, the scene reflected in his eyes dramatically changes to that of you and him standing on the balcony of a quiet modern beach house, situated high upon a lonely hill overlooking the ocean. Engaged in a dreamlike tango, he lures you easily inside and towards the bedroom as electric chemistry overwhelms you and takes control. A vision of your bodies moving in a sculpture of liquid harmony, encased in an entanglement of fresh cream sheets, sweeps across before you. There is no doubt in your mind that you are watching the most exquisite lovemaking imaginable for your reactions both facial and body scream in ecstasy. Mmmm, you can almost feel it happening right here, right now.
Surely you were in the presence of an angel and this was a glimpse of what heaven would be like. Or was he a teacher, sent to teach you all you needed to know about love and art?
The strangest feeling washes over you. Were these mental pictures, that which had already transpired between you? Was this a pleasant past you’d long forgotten or your future? Was it a coincidence of memory? Maybe. You weren’t sure at all.
Reality slowly fades back to you sitting there together outside the café. He stands to his feet, winks and one of his scrumptious smiles appears before he begins to walk away. He’s but three metres away when he turns around to catch you staring after him. You can’t hide the fact that you are panicking and wishing he wouldn’t leave. Grinning widely he knowingly throws you a come hither stare, which tugs at your heart strings, setting in place an inescapable magnetic force, that makes you want to get up and follow him immediately. Without uttering a single word, he’d reached for you, via a highly potent lure – his signlanguage and before you had time to think twice, you were tracing his footsteps until you were comfortable in the warmth of his embrace, standing on the threshold of that beach house you’d seen so vividly in his eyes.
A moan escapes you when his sizzling kiss grazes your expectant mouth and his tongue finally meets yours in sweet relief. He senses the need to prepare well in advance for your reaction, by tightening his grip around you, holding you steady and when he breaks the kiss, you instantly understand why he’d held you so tight, for the sound of his unforgettable voice makes you swoon and forget everything you’d ever learnt.
He signs his name – Viggo Mortensen, all over your heart as he recites your favourite piece of poetry. Just when you think he’s finished, he breaks into your most favoured language, reciting it once more. Velvet soft lips then continue to press against your bare neck while desire to have him completely rushes through you. Every part of you comes to life when his hands causing tingles of joy, roam over your body, leaving nothing untouched, leaving nothing unloved.
Now it was crystal clear to you what he’d shown you earlier – visions of heaven - your future, what it meant to be here in this small corner of paradise. Now that you’d arrived, you were certain that nothing could ever tear you away or ever convince you to leave. You were here to stay, for as long as you wanted to be, with Viggo Mortensen in Viggolicious VIGGOLAND.