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Louis Alexandre Forestier
Copyright © 2017 Louis Alexandre Forestier
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Published in 2017 in the USA
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Preface
Valentina-Psychological Romance
Cast of Characters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Cristelle-Erotic Romance
Cast of Characters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Nubia-Magickal Suspense
Cast of Characters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
From the Author
About the Author
Works by L.A.Forestier
About the Publisher
Preface
This anthology includes three books of the author relating to interracial relations. The works belong to the genre of erotic romance and noir novel.
The titles are:
Valentina-Psychological Romance:
This novel will make you explore your most intimate and shameful fantasies, those that you have closed down under social taboos. Whether you are a man or a woman putting them in the light of your conscience and your desires will have a liberating effect.
Starting from a naive contemporary dating a young man has stormy sexual relations involving twisted episodes of erotic sadomasochistic character. An Afro-Colombian immigrant girl will do whatever it takes to conquer and pull him out of his situation.
Reading this novella will compel you to reexamine your true inclinations in hidden and profound themes. You will experience an awakening.
Cristelle-Erotic Romance:
An African and two Haitian young black women live in Buenos Aires, in a completely different ethnic and cultural environment.
They have to adapt to a society that accepts them but of which they often ignore the rules.
In these circumstances they have to make their living and seek love. For these purposes they do not hesitate to resort to magickal means.
A bittersweet novella with high erotic content.
Nubia-Magickal Suspense:
An infamous network of human traffickers surrepticiously brings young women from Africa to New York. One of the girls escapes and a fierce womanhunt begins. In the desperate defense of her life the girl puts at stake unsuspected resources. The trafficking organization includes members located in upper echelons of power in the city that tighten the knot around her.
A vibrant thriller of the noir subgenre that will keep you in suspense from the beginning to its dramatic end.
Valentina
Psychological Romance
Author’s notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. All the characters involved in sexual acts in this novel are over 18 years old and act on their own will. All relationships are consensual and none of them is based in the consumption of substances.
2. This work has content that may disturb some sensitivities.
Miami, April 2016
Cast of Characters
Esteban Dubanowski: Young man born in the Province of Misiones and recently arrived in Buenos Aires.
Luz Restrepo Hernández: Colombian immigrant, medicine student.
Valentina Gamboa: Young Afro-Colombian woman.
Carmen Garcia: Cuban hairdresser, a friend of Valentina.
Angel: Carmen´s husband.
Hugo Ruiz Montoya: Luz cousin.
Matías: Esteban´s friend and colleague.
Lucrecia Ortiz Gómez: Lawyer.
Madame Tatiana Novikova: yoga teacher born in Russia. Lucrecia´s mentor.
Leah Gutierrez: Psychiatrist, Valentina´s friend and coworker.
Chapter 1
The young man got out of the old Fiat that had bought six weeks earlier and as he closed the glass window involuntarily stroked it. A gesture of affection for the vehicle whose acquisition had transformed his daily routine leaving him almost four hours free that were spent before in his trips to his job in a plant located in the Province of Buenos Aires and back. That purchase and the rent of a small old apartment in the neighborhood of Constitution were his greatest achievements since his arrival from his native province. True, the four-storey building with no elevator was in a decaying area inhabited mostly by undocumented immigrants from the surrounding countries, illegally occupying dilapidated housing unclaimed by their owners perhaps due to complicated legal problems. The negligence of the occupants was revealed in the piles of garbage thrown on the sidewalks, waste containers ransacked in search of who knows what objects and beer bottles piled up in certain corners. In the evenings the old neighborhood residents locked themselves in their houses and the streets were invaded by transvestites, Dominican prostitutes and probably drug dealers.
Compared to the quiet life in his native rural area his current environment could be frustrating at first sight, but it satisfied him as a first platform of what he had achieved on his own, once he had abandoned the protection of the family environment.
Esteban Dubanowski had arrived from the distant province of Misiones, a sort of wedge between the borders of Brazil and Paraguay separated from both countries by mighty rivers. He was born twenty-three years before in a chacra, i.e. a family farm part of a colony of farmers mostly of Polish and Russian origin, two of the many communities that populated this northeastern Argentine province. Upon reaching of age it became clear that Esteban had to emigrate because the establishment could not sustain the big family integrated by his parents and eight siblings. Gregorio, his older brother had moved to Foz do Iguaçu, Brazil, where he had married a local woman of Arab origin with whom he had raised a family that already included three children.
Gregorio had urged his brother to move with him but Esteban had preferred to travel to Rosario, in the Province of Santa Fe, to complete his university studies. He had lived four years in that city until he got his bachelor’s degree in industrial design. He had then decided to make the big leap and try his luck in Buenos Aires, the great country metropolis and dream destination of many restless youngsters arriving from provinces and neighboring countries.
Upo
n reaching the city Esteban had gotten a job in a metal factory in the third suburban belt of the Province of Buenos Aires, distant about thirty kilometers from his home, to reach which he had previously to travel in three consecutive means of transport with a total travel time of two hours and other two hours back in the midst of the rush hour and therefore in overcrowded conditions. But with the purchase of the vehicle all hat was left behind.
As soon as he arrived at his apartment Esteban prepared a coffee and then lay in bed, because the furniture that he had been able to buy up to that moment did not include a chair. He then turned on the TV set he had bought secondhand. The film he was seeing showed a love scene with high erotic content and Esteban noticed that he had a fleeting erection; to cool down his thoughts the young man decided to take a shower, although he usually did that at night immediately before going to bed.
On leaving the bath he realized that his thoughts remained the same, and that his sexual arousal was not going to subside within the four walls of his home. He dressed up and went for a walk. Since there was no food in the rickety fridge the young man decided to have an early dinner in a kind of menial café-restaurant three blocks away, but before eating he would walk a little and feel more closely the dubious atmosphere of the neighborhood.
Soon after he was approached by a middle-aged defaced transvestite. At his sight Esteban felt a certain instinctive rejection and tried to step away from him without success.
“Hey big guy. Don´t you want to try something you will not forget in your life?” Said the travestite. Noticing the boy´s erection he tried to touch his fly but Esteban pushed him rudely away and went on leaving the prostitute muttering expletives and threats.
Esteban recognized in himself a degree of disgust that he tried to control not to give rise to prejudices that his mind rejected.
A couple of blocks beyond that a veteran black prostitute with abundant flesh, possibly of Dominican origin, winked and intercepting his way whispered.
“Hello blond. Don´t you want to try a black woman? I’ll squeeze you in bed like a lemon. Come, caress my skin.” She said exposing her plump thigh.
Actually Esteban had sexually debuted near his village with an Afro-Brazilian considerably older than him and the experience was unforgettable, not only because it was his first time but by the incredible fieriness of the woman, with whom the boy had had sex several times in the following years. Esteban shook his head to scare his ideas and went on his way. He had never paid for sex and had decided never to do it. He hoped he would find other ways to satisfy his needs.
Finally the boy decided to go back after half an hour walking during which he witnessed several events, including a fight between two drunken teenagers who ended up being separated by neighbors and the action of a policeman who had two boys sitting in a corner awaiting the arrival of the patrol car that would take them to the police station possibly on charges of attempted robbery. Esteban was going back to his own neighborhood when he visualized the bar where he had planned to have dinner. Tired of the working hours and the walk the young man sat at one of the tables near a window, allowing him to observe the street movement, this was becoming scarcer with the first shadows of the night.
A waitress approached him with the menu in her hand. Both watched each other for a few moments during which nonverbal messages were exchanged.
“I’ll leave the menu and will return in a minute to take your order.” Said the girl with a distinct accent that Esteban recognized as Caribbean. As she moved momentarily away to go to the kitchen the boy followed her with his eyes. Of medium height what drew his attention as he watched her from behind were her bulging buttocks and shapely legs, all but obscured by the brown uniform undoubtedly provided by the bar.
The girl returned after a while and Esteban could see her at his will. The breasts were swollen and her brown arms beautiful. The young man watched her face and their eyes met during an intense moment. The girl’s eyes were dark, large and beautiful. Her regular features were nice and she had a wide smile. Her long blackened hair cascaded over her shoulders framing her face. Esteban replied with a smile and ordered his dinner.
After about twenty minutes the girl brought the ordered food and drink. Her hands were filled with the dishes and Esteban helped her to place things on the table. For a moment both hands made contact. Esteban continued that contact a split second longer than necessary and the girl did not withdraw her hand.
“What is your name?”
“Luz.”
“A very beautiful name.”
Luz flashed a beautiful smile.
“And, what’s your name?”
“Esteban. Tell me. You have a very nice accent. Where are you from?”
“I´m Colombian.”
“Where from. Bogota, Medellin, Cali?”
“A small town near Bogota.”
“What you do in Buenos Aires?”
“I´m studying Medicine …the rest you can see it. What about you? Are you from Buenos Aires?”
“No. I was born in a province in the northern part of the country.”
“And are all blond and blue-eyed in your province?”
“Not all. I am of Polish descend. There are many Slavs and people from other European countries in Misiones.”
At that time someone called Luz from the kitchen.
“Yes. I’ll be right there.” She replied in a loud voice and began to retreat.
“Wait.” Begged him.
“I’m busy right now. I´ll return to remove the dishes in a minute.”
Esteban nodded to the girl indicating her to bring the bill. She served the coffees she was carrying in a tray to an old couple sitting a few tables away; she went to the cashier and returned with a paper in her hands.
Esteban paid in cash and when she was withdrawing asked.
“At what time do you finish working here?”
“At ten or a little later.” She answered in a whisper.
“May I wait for you?” The girl replied shrugging in a way that suggested approval.
It was half past ten and the woman had not come out yet. Esteban had returned home, changed his clothes and was back in front of the bar; the accumulated fatigue increased his impatience. Finally the girl appeared and he approached her.
“Have you been waiting for long?”
“About half an hour.”
“I’m sorry, the other girl didn´t come and I had to help clean the dishes.”
“No problem.”
The two young men walked together in silence for a while, and then they suddenly began to speak in unison.
“Have you …” He started to say.
“And you…” She said.
“I am sorry. You speak first.”
“Very polite.” Answered the girl. “It shows that you are not from Buenos Aires.”
“I see you don´t have a very good opinion of the porteños.”
“They are good people, but their manners are awful.”
“Well, go ahead with your question.”
“What do you do with your life? Do you work or study?”
“I´ve finished studying.” Said Esteban and then gave a brief description of his studies and current work.
“Now it’s your turn to ask.” Said the girl.
“Do you live alone here in Argentina?”
“No. I’m living at a distant cousin´s home, married to an Argentine.”
“Far from here?”
“In San Telmo, about twenty blocks away. For Buenos Aires that is a short distance. But in a couple of weeks I will be moving. A friend and I rented an old house in this area.
“Another Colombian girl?”
“Yes. She is not from Bogota though, but comes from the Department of Cauca. Valentina, that´s my friend name, is black; there are many Afro-Colombian in Cauca.”
“Getting back to you, tell me. Are you advanced in your studies?”
“More or less half way. I have still a couple of more years to go.�
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The conversation then led to issues of musical and artistic preferences.
Esteban suddenly asked.
“What do you think of Argentines?”
“As I told you their manners …”
“I mean if you physically like them.”
“Yes.” Answered with a meditative tone.” I like the mixture of races in this country. But I think that for that reason they have an unbearable superiority complex relative to other Latin Americans.”
“Coming from a province far away I also noticed that.”
“What about you? Do you like Buenos Aires and Argentina in general?” Luz’s gesture showed her interest in the answer.
“The women from this city are very arrogant, and not too pretty.”
“Do you really think that? I´m surprised.”
“I prefer women with darker skin, black eyes and hair, more affectionate and less contemptuous.”
“The famous attraction of opposites?” Asked the girl.
“Do you also you feel it?”
“Well, actually…”
“Give me a straight answer for once! Do not play the hide and seek.” Saying this Esteban took her hand in his.
Luz looked him straight in the eyes.
“I like a certain young man with blond hair and light eyes I once met.”
Esteban pushed her toward him; they were walking in a dark spot and approached a house wall. The young man took her head gently by the nape and pushed her until their lips were got contact; he had to bow his head since he was about twenty centimeters taller than the woman. When he pressed her against his body Esteban felt Luz breasts against his chest and tried to hide the sudden erection that followed. The kiss was long and passionate, their hormones took over and the hands of the young man soon began to travel the girl´s shoulders and torso as she messed his hair and stroked his neck.