This is a story written about the dream my Joanna Popławska had of our opera outing which included not only music but our devotion to each other along with the fulfillment of erotic fantasies. It is also this story which I have written in first person. As if I were Joanna Popławska, herself. This given her request that I write it as such, based on her believe that I being the man she made love to in this dream; am capable of expressing her feminine emotions.

It was a dream like few I have ever had, full of all that I could hope that my visions of the night might include yet before I commence this story; I would like to talk about what preceded my dream. In all truth before I met my dear teacher, I was never one who might be considered an opera fan yet it was he who raised my curiosity concerning this art form which I had always considered to be stuffy and boring. It was in fact, my dear teacher who started me on the road to becoming an opera fan. First by telling me the stories behind several operas which included “La Traviata”, “Aida”, “La Boheme” among others and then by sending me links on youtube; where I might listen to those lovely arias which truly caught my attention for not only their passion but the tenderness with which they were sung.

Naturally, I not speaking Italian would not have understood what they were about if it had not been for my dear teacher, who translated them for me. This so that I might understand what was so special about arias such as “Che Gelina Manina” and “O Mio Babbino Caro” along with many others. It in all sincerity would be fair to say that he (who refers to me as “my angel” and “Joannuszka Slisznuszka”) is the one who is responsible for my newly found love of opera.

When saying this I must also declare that my dear teacher had on many occasions requested that I escort him to the opera yet being a married woman; I did not really understand what his aim was. For I was of the idea that he sought but to exploit the occasion so that our evening would end up in a sexual encounter and the opera was but a pretext yet it did not take me long to realize that this was far from the case. My dear teacher even having written a book entitled “New York’s Opera Society” which though I have not read all of, am familiar with its content along with several of the articles he has published on the subject of opera. It was all this which made me see for myself that my dear teacher, only wished to share his love of this which he considered amongst the highest of cultures with me. I being the one he referred to as his angel and sometimes as a “gappeluszka”. This being an expression he made up from the Polish word “gappa” which means something between “silly” and “dumb”.

As for my dream, it started strangely enough with me already finding myself at the opera house in Warsaw which is officially known as “Teatr Wielki”. It was not so much that I was there for the first time, as in fact I had been there as a child with my parents yet what amazed me was that I found myself looking for my seat which just happened to be in the balcony. As I headed for my seat, I remember feeling excitement that I was going to be seeing the opera “La Traviata” which in fact was the first opera my dear teacher told me about yet what grabbed my attention the most was that I was not in his society but only my own.

This factor seeming very odd in deed as without my dear teacher, I would have never even thought about attending an opera yet I thought that perhaps his instance had finally paid off that I should. I took my seat as can be expected and it did not take long for the opera to start and what a thrill it was to finally see those singers acting out the story, my dear teacher had told me while I heard them sing the lines I already knew. It felt much like reading a book and then seeing the movie yet there was another factor apart from comparing how I had envisioned the story in my mind with the film and this being; the joy of hearing live music.

The start of “La Traviata”, I remembered as being joyous despite its ending being anything but that and it was just as the aria “Libiamo Libiamo Ne’ Lieti Calici” started that I became fully wrapped up in the opera, enjoying it as I could only imagine my dear teacher would be if he were with me. This aria, I had already heard several times on youtube yet there was something about hearing it live that made me be able to almost breath it in as well as listen to it. It was also during this aria that I could not only feel my dear teacher’s presence in my mind but as if he were there with me, watching my every move from the seat next to me. After all, he had been the one who was perhaps even more then indirectly responsible for my being there that night yet I was alone though I in all truth could not escape the idea of how his absence left a large void in my ability to completely enjoy the opera. This perhaps being why I sensed his presence. As if he were next to me, gazing at the expressions he has told me time and time again; he enjoys so much which I tend to make with my mouth and eyes.

The aria ended with the applause of all those present and as I started clapping my hands, I suddenly felt a kiss upon my check which could not have been any sweeter, so nice did these lips caress my face that I was left without any options but to look and see who had created such a sensation in me. I, however at this point was not at all surprised to see that it was my dear teacher whose kiss had caused my body to shutter; as it had in other dreams which he had been a part of. My slisznuszek, was there and I was looking at him and not even wondering how he had gotten there but grateful that he had, for the night as far as I was concerned could not have been complete had he not been there. I even got the sensation that it was my wishes which had transported him there, already dressed in his black tuxedo and bow tie and though I smiled at him as he did me; I was slightly annoyed at him for having arrived late. This leading me to believe that I might have to see “La Traviata” without my slisznuszek yet my happiness at seeing him quickly erased any ill sentiments I might have had at his not being there from the start.

The opera went on and the more I saw of it, the more I enjoyed as my slisznuszek explained in my ear with whispers what was going on which made everything all the more agreeable. In all this, I also I finally started to understand what he meant when she said that I was a woman of elegance who belonged in this world of opera and culture. Sadness also crept in me for the main character Violetta, who was a good woman but had fallen ill and gave up the only man she had ever loved in order to save him and his family from the dishonor; his father claimed she was causing. I, must also confess that though I gave creed to my dear teacher’s words of being a lady of sophistication, who completed the opera scene with her presence; I did start to wonder if all this was exclusively because of him. This causing me to feel that perhaps it was he who had made me what I knew I could be but only with him and not on my own or with any other. I was enjoying the opera and all which surrounded me yet I wondered about many things, such as my own marriage and if perhaps there was something else apart from what I had known till then which went beyond even the opera.

It was during the second intermission that I went to the ladies room but the truth was that I did not go to merely powder my nose but to ponder the meaning of this whole evening and what impact if any it would have on my life; apart from this night and the opera. I had always been a faithful wife to my husband despite my having taken the step of marriage not as in love with my husband as he with me nor desiring him to the same extent as he did me. It being my believe at the time that what I felt for him would either grow or at least suffice yet this changed when I fell in love with my dear teacher. This happening despite my having been dead set against our having any contact which went beyond our lessons in the languages which I had hired him to instruct me in.

How easy it was for some women to simply make love to one man despite being married to another yet this was not the case for me. I could not be with two men, for I had to be with one or the other, all the way yet my slisznuszek was one I could not get out of my mind or my dreams and to a certain extent; I felt I was being unfaithful to my husband just by being there with him at the opera. In all this, I also thought about what a lovely world my slisznuszek had introduced me to and how I did feel at home in it; as if in fact I belonged to it yet did this mean that all I had known before had been erroneous for me. This as if socially speaking, I had been born in the wrong place in the world with people who neither cared for opera or spoke more than one language or had traveled the world as he had.

All of these thoughts added to my confusion and the stress I was feeling, as time was going by with me still in the ladies room and the opera getting nearer to its end while I could imagine my slisznusznek worrying about me. I even felt like leaving everything and my slisznuszek; as the strain on my nerves was too great yet I knew I would hate myself if I were to do something of the sort to my dear teacher. He after all did not deserve to be left without as much as a good bye on my part yet going back to see “La Traviata” die also added to my sadness which increased the burden which I was placing on my nerves. I had reached my limit or perhaps brought myself to the edge yet despite of which one it was, I fainted in the ladies room from the pressures I was placing upon myself or perhaps like many do; I was drowning in a glass of water.

The amount of time which transpired as I lay in the ladies room unconscious was something which I would not be able to tell with any accuracy (not that this is of consequence) yet in all there was a faith in me which indicated that my dear teacher would never abandon me. It, in fact being that which took me out of my state of oblivion when I felt myself being lifted by my dear teacher, who held me in his arms as he carried me out of the opera house. It was as if he had saved me yet there was something which made him seem so strong and above all caring; as he once again when I needed him the most had been there for me with affection.

As I rested in my dear teacher’s arms, it seemed to me that I was floating through the air; as the angel he often refers to me as being yet it was as if a dream within a dream. It being a splendorous feeling of having no worries despite what I had just been through, as in a way it all seemed behind me. As if nothing had taken place to upset me in the slightest, not even the worry of weather or not I belonged in the world I had ventured in to or if my actions went against my marriage and its bows. It being a case of all my fears and insecurities having been removed, for it was abundantly clear that my dear teacher felt me a part of his life and emotions which surpassed those of merely wanting for the sake of sexuality.

There even seemed something magical about what was happening to me that I got the sensation of floating on a cloud which was taking me to where I would be safe and I needed not question where or why; for all would be well and this is what mattered. It was once outside the opera house that I came back to full conscious yet the feeling of being in my dear teacher’s arms was not one I was yet willing to surrender. It being at that moment that I opened my eyes and saw my slisznuszek’s eyes looking in to mine with a look of relieve that I was back. “Hi, how are you?” were his soft words as he took me in to a taxi with a smile. I, for my part felt a little embarrassed at the trouble I had caused him that evening yet he did not seem to mind how once again he had had to come to his gappeluszka’s aide.

“I am ok, thank you” was my reply as we got in to a taxi which took off as soon as we got in and though I did not know where we were going I got a sensation which both exited and frightened me at the same time. It being as if I was completely aware of the fact that we were going to a place where everything would be solved in the manner in which all should be, for we were heading to the destiny we had decided for each other; the one we deep down knew had to be.

The taxi ride was a short one which perhaps felt longer than it was giving my nervous and wanting to get to the place which in fact was a hotel. At that moment, my senses had come back to me to the point that I no longer needed my dear teacher to carry me in arms yet I had not ceased to require him to hold me and make me feel cared for. We walked in to the hotel and in to the elevator, as if this had all been planed yet by who was not as clear. As the fact was that we were being led by the forces of our longings which seemed to have enough of our denial of them.

It was however in the elevator that our stare in to each other’s eyes became overwhelming as did our desire for what like the changing of the season, simply had to be; for it could not be stopped by anybody or anything. A kiss took over our actions as our hands took to each other’s body with intensions of both exciting and being excited. Our kiss was long with both our tongues exploring as did our hands which increased our desire to finally take the final step which would include the sexuality we both craved.

I, however in all truth had been the one who had delayed this moment, given so many of my insecurities and perhaps other factors that I decided that even waiting to get in to our hotel room was what could be qualified; as an unnecessary delay. I was agitated, this I can not deny yet there was something else in me which told me the time was there and the place did not matter but what did was it had to be; for to deny it would be to refuse the very beings we were and the lives which we wanted to share.

At that moment, I must say all become unclear as does occur in moments of total lust or hatred, for what came next was my teacher and me making love up against the wall of the elevator with my back toward him and me bending slightly; so that his root might enter me with more ease. This is what we both had wanted so desperately that when it came it was like the greatest relief either of us had known, it being a case that we did not even want to engage in the oral satisfaction which builds up to what were doing; for our desperation was such that my rose and his root simply had to have one another or cease to survive.

How he moved inside me was like I had always imagined it would be yet when it finally happened it still caught me by surprise, as his root made me feel those words he had often spoken to me of how it was me and only me of whom he had thought about making love to every since we meet. This my rose could feel as she tried to mark every vain in his root with the pressure she applied. We were making love, finally and though we had not had time for all that usually builds up to what we were doing, we did not care for we were fully aware that there would be time for it later.

Naturally with us being in an elevator, we kept going up and down with the doors opening on different floors and some people even seeing us but they just seemed to turn away from us; almost as if they knew there was no pointing in telling us to cease our activities. It seeming to us that they were not even there but that they were images on a television which we had left on while we made love.

At this point my dear teacher’s lust equaled my own as if he had been afraid for my sake that we might get caught yet seeing that I had thrown all my caution to the wind made him take control. This as he with strength in his arms and more so in his eyes put me on the floor where he ripped of my panties and simply penetrated my rose as deeply as his root would allow him to. There was something so solid about his root which surpassed all I had ever known with regards to stiffness that I could feel it all through out my body which added to the sensation of going up or down put me on the verge of my first orgasm with my dear teacher. It was by then that my dress had been entirely removed from my body, as I made love to my slisznuszkek with but a pair of stockings which my legs used to wrap around his body; as he without merci or restrain made love to me. This being what I had wanted, for him to perhaps not force me but take me when my lust had reached its climatic point.

We were making love and yet there was more to it, for the fact that we were doing it in an elevator at that moment symbolized that I had lost all my trepidation, not only that I might get caught but it was to the point that I wanted the whole world to know that despite my being a married woman; I was in love with another man. In all reality, we or I could have waited to get to our hotel room where we could have made love discretely yet this felt so right because I had broken free of all the bonds which had held me. So, afraid had I been to even chat with my dear teacher on skype while my husband was home or receive smses from him past certain hours of the night yet none of this mattered; for we were involved in the ultimate act of sexuality between a man and a woman in total defiance of what ever and who ever.

How our bodies moved as his root, seemed to find all those places in my paradise that needed its attention was what made me, once again feel as if I were flying on a cloud; as my legs were wings and I a real angel. It was then that it had even escaped my memory that we were in an elevator, for this no longer held any importance what so ever as he took me one more time and changed our position to one which allowed us to imitate four legged creatures commonly referred to as “canines” or simply “dogs”.

This position putting us in a world of our own, as if in a bubble where all that was around us only appeared to be near; for the reality was that it could not have been further from our lust for what we had waited for so long. In this position, I could also feel the source of his desires hitting my bottom or puppeluszka (as my dear teacher and I sometimes jokingly refer to it) which even motivated me further; as my rose tightened itself so he too might know how welcome his root really was. This causing his tempo to increase along with mine which brought on our first climatic conclusion, as we both in a simultaneous action brought an end to what was bound to continue in our hotel room till the following day.

My dear teacher and I had made love not only because a desire of the moment had forced it upon us, for truth would not be in this statement but we had longed for it so long that when it finally came; it was like a levee bursting. For my part, I can say that I had faced my fears and they had proven to be real in the way that I had told my dear teacher once that the reason, I did not want to go with him to the opera or a place of the sort was not so much that my trust in him did not suffice but I had none in myself.