Flower of Decay: Golden Body
A sunrise falls. A life falls. She lives.
When she woke up in the morning, the sun shined on her body.
She was sitting up in her bed like usual, her black underwear exposed to the light outside.
The woman’s skin was a little darker than sunshine, with the glow of sunlight. Even the sun coming in through the window in front of her could not penetrate her pretty, glittering skin. With a yawn, her beautiful face became exposed to the light outside. The light was attracted to her flawless face, the light beaming and reflecting off the surface of her smooth skin.
She smiled, a grin. Her eyes widened, beautiful ovals that absorbed sunlight and quivered with life and beauty in the natural light. Her beauty was natural, absorbing the natural light as if, it too, was attracted to something so visually stimulating, yet unblemished by man-made creations, that it would not and could not take its gaze away from looking at her.
She reached down her underwear with her right hand, she extended her right arm, forcing her hand between her legs.
“AWWW.”
A sigh of pleasure was the first noise she let out in the morning. Her face elongated: Her mouth moved slowly into an O shape, as her closed eyes twitched, her long eyelashes moving a little in the light. Her eyebrows bunched up, sloping upwards, scrunching up her forehead.
“AWWW!”
She continued to move her hand around her genitals. One finger at a time, she touched and moaned while applying pressure to her vagina.
“AWWW, YES!”
“IT FEELS SO GOOD!”
“AWWW, GOD YES!”
There was no one around. She felt comfortable masturbating alone, letting her lungs exercise themselves. Her breathing was smooth and full, letting her assertive, woman-like cries sound loudly throughout the air, throughout her bedroom. Her chest rose and fell dramatically as she touched herself and moaned, her beautiful, soul-singing voice enough to make both angels and the chirping birds outside cry from beauty.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!”
“GOD!!”
“GOOOD.”
“GOOOOOOD.”
“AWWW.”
“AHHHHH. FUCK YES.”
Her playtime had finished. She felt herself lubricated in the area she had previously touched. Her right hand was wet. She liked that. It was the only way to please herself and bring happiness into her life, when she woke up in the morning, to the sunlight that reminded her what a pretty, stunning woman she was. She felt sad she had no one to please her, but she found great pleasure in finding new ways to feel herself and feel different results for ejaculation. Each time she did it was a little different from the last.
Even still, she wished she had someone to give enjoyment to her body’s natural cravings for sex.
Her long, wavy black hair reflected light and settled down, after flowing wildly during her energetic movements. Half of it was thrown across her face, the sweat from her forehead and cheeks causing all the strands to stick. She stood up, getting out of bed, turning to her left. Her hair drifted in front of her face, a mass of wavy, shiny beauty massaging the air in front of her for a while, sitting on the edge of her golden mattress and bed frame, two golden pillows the left of her as she faced forward to the left side of her bedroom.
She had a small grin on, still happy after pleasing herself.
“Hhhhuh.”
A sigh.
“I guess it’s time for another day. A day filled with sunlight.”, She said, in her assertive, womanly tone that was just a little deep, lowering her voice to talk to herself quietly.
She was a young woman, in her late twenties or early thirties.
The young woman’s name was Yokokina.
Yokokina got up out of bed, still in her underwear. She walked straight ahead barefoot, towards her bathroom across from her bedroom. The mirror facing her bed head-on, she looked at herself.
Yokokina looked like she was part Asian, but there was also something western about her appearance as well. Her eyes appeared on an ever-so small slant in her normal state, but when she widened them, much of the Asian influence disappeared, and her large, stunning, attractive dark brown eyes could clearly be seen by anyone. Her eyes could reverse Medusa’s gaze, causing anyone turned into stone to be turned into sunlight. Bright, shining, glowing sunlight. Those are the types of eyes they were. Feminine and charming. Seductive. They would make any male melt at the sight of them, if they stared into them long enough.
She took two small earrings off the clean, crystal countertop. The countertop reflected silver: The sunlight could easily be seen in its clear surface.
The earrings shone like small, golden stars. Their gold colour shined like the sunlight around Yokokina, yet stood out from it at the same time.
Next was her shirt, a black dress shirt. She fixed her long hair so that it fell away from the dress shirt, falling to the back of her clothes. The waves in her hair complemented the black dress shirt. The black in her hair blended in with her dress shirt’s colour.
Her mouth and eyes were open wide in focus on what she was doing, exposing her beauty to no one but herself.
With a smile on her attractive face, she took a small cross necklace off the countertop in front of her, snapping it in the back so it fell towards her chest. It fell on her bra, the top buttons of her dress shirt undone, and her bra exposed to some visual level.
Standing with no pants on, her legs and hips could clearly be seen, seeming to reflect the sunlight around her. The colour almost blended in with the sun, a little darker than it, which made the skin stand out against the light. Her thighs were smooth and long, well-built and sturdy in a womanly way. Her body was not at all thin, and was instead healthy and strong, but smooth, like she had permanently applied cream to her body. Her hips were round and strong, supporting her strong legs when she walked gracefully. Her bottom was also proportionate with her hips and legs: it was smooth, soft and round, covered up perfectly with her laced, black panties. It seemed to fit the size and shape perfectly, as her soft flesh surrendered to the panties shape flawlessly.
One last look in the mirror, her hands and arms leaning on the shining, sunlight-filled counter to support herself. She leaned forward.
She did not think she was beautiful, even if the whole world knew she was.
Even if the whole world watched her beauty in silence.
She left the bathroom, walking to her left and then straight, she headed for her kitchen.
Even at this time in the morning, her walk stood out simply from moving from her bathroom to the kitchen. She had a confident and quick walk, her legs and hips moving together to create beautiful, elegant strides of a developed woman. An assertive and determined walk, but an attractive and welcoming one. Her posture was straight and her back curved, making her front and back sides stand out. Her woman-like figure, young with health and soft skin, was clearly exaggerated when she walked.
Her living room, behind her kitchen through an open entranceway, was a mess. Many trash bags that had not been thrown out for days lay all over the floor and the black leather couch at the end of the room, facing the kitchen.
The smell had begun to infect her living space, suffocating, disgusting and cringe-worthy. Yokokina had to plug her nose with her left hand to prevent herself from feeling sick to her stomach.
Unlike Yokokina, Yokokina’s apartment was not at all a beautiful, angelic sight. A goddess only lived in a place where demons would dare to reside as a living space.
Perhaps it was a comment, an indication, of Yokokina’s inner self.
She knew she was as attractive on the outside as she was the inside. But her life had worn her down. She felt her inside beauty slowly deteriorate overtime. Slowly, but surely. She feared the worst for herself, and the worst had come true.
Dressed in her form-loving black dress shirt, she was supposed to go to her work, as a secretary at a respectable and well-known business.
But the truth was, she felt like there was no point in going. The emptiness inside her screamed for her to stay in her apartment.
She felt near the end of her own life, even though her death was far, far away from her. Maybe I really should re-examine myself and find out why I feel so much decay inside, before I die and fall asleep in a grave.
“Ha-Ha-Ha.”
She laughed a little to herself out loud. A playful laugh.
Why am I even thinking about such a sorrowful, sad thing?, she thought to herself.
“It’s a beautiful, sunny day. I should feel happier. I should anyways.”
And she was right. The sunlight from the window in front of her, behind the couch, was shining bright light through pulled-back white curtains, held with golden, decorated clasps, and spreading light over her golden body while heating up her skin.
She spread her arms to her side and smiled. She moved her arms above her head, her long, wavy black hair flowing with her as the sun’s shine cast silver waves across it. Her wavy hair fell on her left shoulder, in front of her, almost on her chest, exposing the right side of her neck, her soft flesh alluring the sun after it had bared its naked seductiveness to the sunlight.
She was stretching while also welcoming the hot day, but with the amazing smile in her perfectly woman-like lips, she looked like an angel bathed in heaven’s light.
Relaxing her arms back down and going to lie on the couch, she needed to remove the trash bags first. Not only were they unsightly, but when shown next to her, they just looked even more unsightly. She threw them on the ground, to the right of her.
Yokokina lay down, head to the left, legs to the right, on the heated leather couch, letting the heat warm her bare legs, exposed naked in her home for only her to feast on. She crossed her hands in front of her chest, on her breasts. Her fingers interlocked with each other.
Birds chirped outside the open window. A breeze blew in, blowing Yokokina’s shirt and her hair in the wind. The sunlight reflected off the stars that were her earrings and necklace, making them glow brighter, like stars in a night sky. Except it was daytime, so they shined along with the sunlight outside, small spaces of stars standing out from a bath of daylight.
Yokokina looked up at the ceiling, a thoughtful and pensive expression on the pretty, glowing face of a young woman.
Back when she was a child, she had always been described as beautiful. People would often mention the words “Yokokina” and “beauty” in the same breath. Boys her age would be terrified to approach her or talk to her, as her beauty made them naturally nervous and tense.
As she grew older, her beautiful attractiveness only increased. And as she became more attractive, the more she pushed away the men in her life. She was so pretty it rendered most of them completely speechless, reducing them to simple creatures or could not form whole sentences in her presence without choking on their own words. The men who found her pretty simply looked from far away, their hearts pounding at the tension and excitement of a person so alluring, but filled with the anxiety and insanity of not being able to do anything but stare at an angel.
Her work was no different. Male co-workers were terrified of approaching her, their faces red with blushing embarrassment. You would almost think they would have never seen one of these so-called “woman” creatures out in the wild, or in her natural habitat. They had, it was just they had never seen a girl with such blinding beauty as this girl. It paralyzed them, delivering a combination of excitement and anxiety, the enjoyment of looking and the stress of not being able to do anything with her. Two conflicting feelings, that, if not properly controlled, would rub against each other and lead to complete, uncontrollable, mentally distressing and depressing anxiety.
And not the kind of soft rubbing they all wanted from her body.
She supposed it made sense why no male approached her. Maybe she was doomed to be lonely forever. She had no real friends or people that were special to her. Yokokina’s parents had divorced when she was six years old. Her father had died in a work accident a year later: As a construction worker, her father had been crushed to death when the part of a building he was working on inexplicably fell off, crushing him underneath.
Yokokina’s mother looked and acted nothing like her daughter. She was an angry woman, whose physical appearance was frequently compared to a dying bear by people around her. She was pathetic inside, consumed by anger that was directed at Yokokina, with no other emotions to be found towards her daughter, her husband, or anyone else. She hated Yokokina for being so amazingly pretty and would sometimes try to hit and slap her face and body, in an attempt to, as the “dying bear” said, bring you down to my level.” So that “You can look more like your fucking mother.”
This left Yokokina with horrible bruises, though she somehow avoided developing scars. Perhaps she was so pretty that not even scars could develop on her perfect, soft skin. Her mother took this as a sign that Yokokina was “cursed” and forced her to leave the apartment they were living in together at the time, her mother consumed with jealousy toward what she called an “inbred bitch” because, as she told Yokokina once, she wasn’t “going to be the mother of someone who looked better than her.”
So, Yokokina left. With her father dead-a funeral she was not able to attend due to her mother’s hatred of her father and threatening to “call the police” on Yokokina if she attempted to go to her father’s funeral without her mother’s knowledge.
She called a male friend she had from her work, asking if she could stay with him, explaining the situation. Her emotional crying must have made the poor young man’s heart melt. Yokokina knew how to use something like that to her advantage. Still, it was real, and her friend would have very likely accepted her request to stay, nonetheless.
Yokokina only hoped that her father had found it within his spirit to realize if his once loving, blessed relationship with her mother was worth it or not. Unlike her mother, her father had treated her with respect. Yokokina wished his spirit the best in whatever afterlife he was bound for after death.
As her father, he was one of the only, possibly the only, male in her life that was not intimidated and nervous around her presence.
And the young man she ended up staying with….
He let her beauty get the better of him. Like a pleasant infection of love, moving throughout his veins and absorbing into his body and bloodstream.
2018, One Year Ago
Yokokina arrived at her friend’s, whose peculiar name was Alteriluther, apartment building.
It was a silver high rise skyscraper, towering way higher than the other apartment buildings around it. If it was a person, it would be screaming to be let down from how high up he or she was in the sky.
Endless light reflected off the skyscraper.
When Yokokina arrived inside, she noticed the inside of the building was completely silver as well. Sunlight stretched and moved from the outside to the inside, reflecting off the walls, high ceiling and ground. It almost blinded her. Yokokina had to cover her face with her left arm so she wouldn’t see too much of the sunlight’s reflection and receive eye damage from the sunlight.
Buzz.
The answering machine went off as Yokokina called her friend.
“Hello?” His voice.
“Ya, hi, Alteriluther? God what is up with your name? I’m here now, if you can let me in. Please.”
“Ah, Yokina! Ya. I’ll buzz you up. I hope you’re doing well.”
“I’m…. alright, right now. I would be better if I had a place to stay, you know.”
“I hear you Yokina. Come on up.”
Alteriluther liked to call Yokokina “Yokina”. A playful, friendly shortened version of her name. She liked it.
She walked through the silver lobby. She took a right and stepped into the silver elevator. More shining sun reflecting off the lobby and elevator. Yokokina almost had to cover her eyes again, but realized she didn’t need to after all.
Stepping into the first elevator of two on her right side, she pushed the 12th floor, which was where her friend with the ridiculous name lived.
The elevator door closing blocked out the sunlight. No more worrying about going blind from someone’s fetish for reflective silver walls.
Yokokina was on the 12th floor.
“Hello, Yokina.”
“Hi, Alteri.”
That was her shortened version of his name.
Alteriluther stood with the door open. She walked in, and he closed the white, wooden door behind her.
“So, you want to tell me what’s going on, Yokina?”
It sounded kind of like a demand.
Yokokina felt herself blush with embarrassment.
“I….my mom kicked me out of the apartment.”
“Why…. did she do that?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Her voice was still assertive and feminine, but there were traces of aggression contained within it.
“She’s always acted like a bitch to me. She’s insane. She told me it’s because I’m so much prettier than her. Fuck her.”
“Always? That’s a strong word. Are you sure….?”
“No, always. There was no beginning. There was no end. Stupid woman treats me like a fucked-up rat.”
“I’m sure if you just talk to her-.”
“No. She doesn’t listen.”
“Come on now-.”
“NO.”
“But she’s your mom-!”
“I already told you, no.”
“For Christ’s sake, Yokina, don’t be ridiculous-!”
“I said NO ALREADY!! Didn’t you hear me?! I’m not repeating myself again, Alteri!!” Yokokina’s voice had changed from being assertive and feminine with traces of aggression in it to being just simply aggressive.
There was silence for a few moments.
“Fine.”
“Alteri.”
“Thank you. You’re a good friend.”, muttered Yokokina. She was upset she had yelled at her friend for no reason, even though he was getting on her nerves and not listening to her, which was a so-called “pet-peeve” of hers.
“Alteri?”
“Yes, Yokina?”
“Can I sleep with you, in your bed, tonight?”
“W-w-what?”
She felt bad for screaming at him, so she wanted to make it up to him.
“I know guys think I’m really hot.”
“I know you do too. I think you would like it if I slept next to you, like I’m your girlfriend or something. Wouldn’t that be nice, Alteri?”
“….”
A pause. Nobody says anything.
“Why? Because you just yelled at me? Seriously Yokina?”
Yokokina shrugged her shoulders. That was the reason, she thought. On second thought, she realized it was a little dumb.
“Ok, I have a better idea. How about instead of literally sleeping with you, I just try to help you out in any way I can? You know, the kind of thing friends are supposed to do for one another?”
“You would do that for me, Alteri? Any way you can, Alteri? Are you sure you are fine with doing that?”
Yokokina paused.
“Even for…. everything a girl wants?”
Everything a girl wants? What is that even supposed to mean?, Alteriluther wondered to himself.
“I mean, ya. I’m more than great with that, Yokina. Why wouldn’t I be, as a friend?”
“Alright. If you say so, Alteri. Thank you very much. I appreciate it. I expect you to help me out, as a friend.”
Yokokina looked around Alteriluther’s apartment. It was overwhelmingly…. white. The walls were painted a bright white colour. They looked like they had been only recently painted. The white colour almost looked like it reflected the sunlight from the open window, open to the outside day. Two white curtains were on both sides of the window, thick white sheets that blew in the breeze. The window in front of her and him was above a white table, a table which seemed to reflect light on it. Buildings and houses could be seen outside the window, and a park with a playground and a gazebo, which was attached to the apartment building, could be seen below, in front of the houses, green bushes and greenery which seemed to reflect sunlight. The grass far below the floor they were on swayed in the wind.
Whoosh.
The sound of wind passing by below blew the field of grass over.
“Yokina, I should show you around.”
“No need. I’ve been here once before. Remember?”
“Oh, right. You’ve stayed over before. Guess I don’t need to be so hospitable.”
“Still, you can show me to my room, Alteri.”
“Oh. Ok, sure. Right this way, then.”
The bedroom Alteriluther showed Yokokina was right of the apartment door, the far right far away from the other space in the apartment unit. It seemed almost separate from the apartment’s living room, kitchen and bathroom, like it was another world separate from it.
“I won’t blame you if I find you sleeping next to me in the morning.”, Yokokina said.
Alteri’s face blushed. “W-why do you say that?”
She smiled at him. A grin, like she knew something he didn’t. It made him half-uncomfortable, and half-interested.
“I thought you wanted to sleep with me.”
“Horrible choice of words, Yokina!”
She laughed.
Alteri felt a little uncomfortable and uneasy but didn’t question it.
Alteriluther seemed like the last person to ever try to take advantage of a girl that was sleeping over at his place. He looked almost weak: He was super-tired looking-he always had massive, black bags under his eyes, looking like he never got any sleep. His face drooped, making him look unhappy and emotionless at all times.
It looked like his flesh was going to fall off his head at any time. He was super-skinny, and the clothes he wore, a plain white, V-neck t-shirt that was two sizes too big for him, and baggy black jeans that were two sizes too big for him, made his body look near non-existent.
Alteri looked liked he would die from exhaustion if he tried to force himself on a girl.
“Well, get comfortable, Yokina. You can relax on the bed and all that. I feel like a parent, telling you this.”
“Well, in a way, you are a parent, because I’m staying at your place the same way I used to stay at my mom’s place.”
“….”
“Oh.”
“Ya.” Yokokina laughed at his realization. Her laugh was pleasant to listen to and lively, the laugh of a woman, not a high-pitched girl. A confident, attractive laugh.
“But you know, Yokina….” Alteri leaned his left arm on the wall to the left of him and moved a bit closer to Yokina.
“You should really try and see If you can get along with your mom-.”
“She’s a bitch. She won’t listen to my reason.”
Alteri didn’t want to say anything else.
“Alright. Relax and have a good night.”
Yokina smiled at him. “Thank you, Alteri.”
The day dragged on. Or maybe it passed by. Who knows. Before long, it was night.
A cool breeze came out from the open window, which had previously let sunlight in, located in the living room. The white curtains blew on the sides of the window, as they had previously done.
Yokokina lay in her white room, the lights turned off, so it appeared black. She lay on her right side, left hip in the air, as her arms folded under her head, positioned to the right.
The open window to her left was facing behind her. As with the living room, the withdrawn curtains blew in the breeze. She felt the cool air off her back, as it spread to her inner thighs and slowly all around her body, to her hair and face. She had let her hair down while she slept, the wind was blowing it behind her, revealing the waves that made it up. The moonlight outside shone on her flowing hair, elegantly creating a silver sheen throughout.
Yokokina lay with her eyes open, large and hypnotizing. Her mouth was open in thoughtfulness. She wore the same black underwear she had previously worn to bed, except she had kept her light-blue, long-sleeved shirt on, covering her bra while her bare legs were exposed for the world to see. They were sexy and long, with enough thickness to give them an appealing, healthy shape. Her golden skin tone was illuminated in the moonlight, particularly her legs and face.
Yokina felt troubling thoughts of her family disturb her. She could not bring herself to forget about her father’s death-the death of the only parent that cared for her-and could not bring herself to forget about how disrespectful her mother had been to her, and how she no longer had any respect for her mother in turn.
Yokina sighed. A heavy, tired sigh. Her eyes closed a little. Her eyelids drooped a little, showing fatigue.
She decided to do the only thing that would make her more comfortable in this situation. The same thing she so often does every night, because it’s not like she has anyone to do anything different with.
She reached her left hand down into the front of her panties.
“Ohhhh.”
“Ohhhh.”
“Ohhh.”
Alteriluther woke up at midnight to some strange sound.
“Oh god, what is that girl doing? Is she not supposed to be asleep?”
Alteri was in a bedroom to the left of Yokokina’s room. Even though his door was almost closed, he could still hear her voice coming from outside.
He blamed himself for caring about her so much. He was sure other people wouldn’t have bothered with her making noises in the middle of the night. But he liked her too much to simply ignore her-he thought about her too much-to turn away from her.
“What is she up too?”
He threw the white duvet off his body, and got on the cold, wooden floor, and started walking towards Yokokina’s room. He got out of his room and closed the door behind him, leaving it open enough so you could see what was inside.
“Ohhhhh!!”
“Ohhhhh.”
A sharp sound, followed by a low, calming sound.
If there was something wrong, he had promised to help her anyway he could. He wasn’t about to give that up.
“I hope she is ok.”
“Ohhhh.”
Getting to her room, he opens the door.
“Ahhhh!” A surprised sound from him.
Yokokina is lying with her tongue sticking out, moving around and licking her lips in pleasure. Her eyes are closed, and her beautiful, womanly eyelashes curl outwards.
“Ohhhh.”
Alteri gulps.
She is lying across her bed. The left strap of her panties is pulled down towards her thigh, letting Alteri see glimpses of what lies between her thighs. Her face is ignorant of his presence, eyes closed and her mouth open in a wide “O” shape. Her lips appear full and pink, exaggerated by how much she is opening her mouth. She still has her golden earrings inside her ears. They seem to glow in the moonlight.
She is touching her vagina to please herself, the act of a lonely person in desperate need of something else to please her.
The moonlight behind her lights a spotlight on top of her. Her body and face is bathed in white light, she is the focus that has been laid in front of Alteri for him to feast his hungry eyes upon. A princess, given to him by the night that has blessed her.
Alteri cannot say anything. He is frozen by her hair in the moonlight. It seduces him, falling all the way across her face and body. As if it is hugging her.
Just like how Alteri feels like he should be doing to her.
Yokokina opens her eyes. They penetrate Alteri.
“Alteri.”
She does not stop touching herself. Alteri can simply stare at her, seduced by her beauty.
“Y-Yoko-!”
“Alteri, didn’t you say you would help me out in anyway you can? Even for everything a girl wants?”
He cannot look away from the way her exposed, naked, voluptuous left hip smoothly curves into her smooth, voluptuous thighs. He is a slave to its shape.
“I-I-I-!”
“Come here.”
“B-b-but-!”
“Ahhhh! Alteri, stop it!”
He freezes,