7bb3- Hong Kong, the site of an erotic adventure in Asia. The eyes of SuYen.

Les yeux de SuYen
Acte III d'un conte érotique mettant en scène Hong Kong

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I had some anguish in my soul that evening. A luminous tramway took me slowly towards Aberdeen. All along Connought Road, Chinese penmanships ravelled without end, hung to the building frontages lining the arcades sidewalks. The city vanished slowly. We where now riding by Sulphur Channel on Des Voeux Road during a long moment, circumventing the cliffs of Mount Davis and Pok Fu Lam, then we reached the end of the tramway line on the quays of Aberdeen.

I never stopped thinking of SuYen during this journey. I had been struck by the beauty of SuYen and the unexplainable expression of her eyes. I was invaded by an indefinable faintness. It was not physical, I rather had an uneasiness in my soul. I was euphoric to the idea of seing SuYen again and I felt a certain unverifiable passion with the idea to be close to her, to undergo the charm of her eyes, perhaps to touch her. And yet I was certain, this feeling was not sexual in nature. I did not have the impression of going to an amorous meeting. I had a feeling of excitment mixed with a certain fear, a sort of euphoria preceeding a great achievement, an initiatory ritual or the breaking of a taboo. It was that, I believe, as if I was going to assist to a ritual, until now, unknown to me. And I recall always, those stange talismans that had struck me on the square of the Wong Tai Sin temple, the mysteriously bridle eyes of SuYen. I had the impression of dreaming, traveller from America lost by chance at the outskirts of Asia, and which was on the verge of discovering some of the mysteries of Orient.

I surveyed, undecided, the environment of the quays. I approached with apprehension, the luminous pontoons used as landing-places for the majestic floating restaurants where shining of all their fires in the slightly agitated water of the bay. The wallas-wallas, these nautical taxis with their strange parasols in bent bamboos were tightly bound along the pontoons. I did not dare yet, to undertake the crossing towards the Tai Pak of which, I could clearly see the neon sign showing out on the dark scenery formed by the sinister cliffs of Apleichau Island and the run-down houses scattered there in disorder and that seems to fell down in cascade towards the sea.

I imagined seing SuYen, appearing in her all white cheongsam. Was it just an illusion, whereas this scene should have appear incongruous and not very suitable. I did not dare imagine, it can not be otherwhise. I waited with anxiety the moment when she would appear to me. My heart beat of impatience I could feel it, I was going to live a moment of complete transcendence.

I was there since a long time, I approached the sampans and the junks attached to the quays. The Chinese watermen where waiting, impassive, on their motionless boats. I became impatient. The night was approaching, I was in distress. Was this rendezvous just an illusion? How would she give me a sign, or did I had to meet her over there on the animated deck of the Tai Pak?

I walked around the quiet quays. I stopped at each sampans attached to the quays seeking for a sign of the presence of SuYen. I had much pain to break the cultural border that would have enabled me to dialogue with the sampanwoman. How could I, in these circumstances, solve the mystery of SuYen?

- "Ni hao!"

The words were discreetly pronunced like a breath, I sought where they come from.

I had located an old sampanwoman who was waving at me, repeating on several occasions the interpellation:

- "Ni hao, Ni hao, Ni hao!",

I got closer.

I could hear her pronounce the soft name of SuYen.
- "SuYen?".

The shadows of the sampans look sinister on the dark waters of the China Sea; deafened sounds reflected in the bays; I approached with anxiety, a junk that was slightly pitching on the wavy water, the boatwoman was there, motionless, quiet, hermetic; my heart jumped, a strange excitation had seized me. While climbing up the deck of the junk, a persistent shiver vibrated over my flesh, I was finally going to solve the delicious mystery of SuYen.

Imperturbable and distant, the boatwoman released the ropes that attached the uncomfortable junk to the quays, while she indicated me with her extended arm, the front of the boat.

I approached towards the place she indicated. There was a small door that led to the holds under the bridge of the boat. I opened the door with hesitation, there was a small dark and worrying room; heteroclite objects, remainders of foods strewed the floors and the furnitures. At the end of the room and below it, I saw a strange light that filtered through the shutters of a small gate. I was concerned, I had not imagined a meeting with the beautiful and mysterious SuYen in such a sordid place. I was no more certain I was here for that reason, the mysteries of the Orient finally traumatise me.

My heart was beating. I felt a kind of anguish, an indefinable fear, but an impulse pushed me towards the adventure. I did not know any more if I was going to meet SuYen or if I was the victim of a strange Asian conspiracy, in the meanders of the Triad, the Chinese underworld.

I prudently opened the gate. A strange white light struck me in the face. The room was low, so that I had to crawl on my knees. I did not see, at first glance, anything precise; the strange white light wrapped all the objects with a halo that gave them a vague contour. I slipped gently inside the room moving slowly while trying to accustom my eyes to this strange gleam.

The details of the room appeared slowly.

There were no furniture. I saw some piled up cases, objects disseminated here and there, then in a corner of the room, a small red and gold oratorio dedicated, I believe, to Tien-Hau the goddess of the sea. I saw candles burning that projected mysterious shadows on the objects and on a human shape of a total whiteness, stripped of any clothing, laying carelessly on the rustic wooden boards of the floor and which merged strangely with the ambient light.

I approached discreetly, timidly, then I recognised SuYen, she was fixing my eyes with her piercing eyes;

she was motionless, impassive, like an offering to an insatiable deity.

I approached until I could touch her. Her large eyes were impressed with
le corps SuYen

a certain sadness, her glance on me was like that of a she-cat.

Without evading my eyes, she slipped slowly along my body, removing the cumbersome clothings that imprisoned me up to now; with gestures of an extreme slowness she touched my flesh of her delicate fingers, she slipped over my skin with precision making vibrate all my senses. With an indescribable delicacy, she seemed to prepare me for an unexplainable ceremonial. When I was completely naked, she delicately turned me around on the floor and slowly, with an unsuspected control, she undertook the exploration of all the parts of my body using her fingers, her lips, her tongue, her teeth. In a succession of stages, she thus explored all the cells of my body, the asperities of my face, biting, licking, aspiring my nose, my eyelids, my tongue, crunching my flesh, my thorax, titillating my fragile papillae, slipping her body over my body, sprinkling my solar plexus with an unctuous saliva, making shivering my flesh, and inflate my sex which, in a provocating and haughty way, was bumping over her own body, over all the parts of her body, her elastic body that start loving with dexterity in a slow translation downwards.

All the time of this initiation journey, her strange bridle eyes le corps SuYen

had not left my eyes, fixing them with an insistent provocation. I slowly saw her disappear under her black hair that mingled like larvae to my moistened flesh, slipping slowly, unrelentingly towards my rigid and combative sex similar to a poisonous snake.

She gently seized my rigid member le corps SuYen

and calmly slipped it into her mouth, handling it with a slow and regular back and forth movement, her eyes always fixed to my eyes, she waited with grace and determination the sudden expulsion of my venom in her largely mouth inflated with air.

That occurred suddenly. le corps SuYen

An indescribable euphoria had seized me. le corps SuYen

I had lost consciousness of time and place, of the situation, my body exploded like mount Taichan and emptied from its hot and viscous lava, the cries that came out from my thorax filled up the space and were reverberated on my fragile eardrums. That lasted for an eternity, I still felt the soft heat of her mouth now motionless brooding my sex in full overflow, the eyes of SuYen disappeared under my eyes, I calmly felt asleep in an unexplainable anguish, I felt like if I was going to succumb with happiness to the torpor from where I did not hope to reborn.

A strident voice drew me from my half-sleep. It was the boatwoman. She was abnormally animated. The junk had touched, I could sense it, some hard dock, it was time to go out. I sought around me, in the now obscured room, SuYen had disappeared.

I came out from the sub-basement of the boat, seeking for a familiar spot, the junk was moored to the Tai Pak. A majordomo in costume waited, with an imperturbable look. He approached me as soon as he saw me coming out of the boat.

- "We expect you for the meal, Sir."

They installed me to a table discreetly withdrawn at the far end of the immense room on the second floor of the majestic floating restaurant. There were two covers, I awaited for SuYen with a non-dissimulated impatience and I did not hesitate to require her presence from the Boy appointed to my table.

-"Be patient Sir, it won't be long."

I was comforted. The lights of Aberdeen shone very close by, the night was going to be splendid, I foresaw delicious hours with SuYen whose mystery grew blurred little by little.

The wait was still more insistent. I worried to the Servant boy about the absence of SuYen. After long secret meetings with a mysterious character sitting somewhere behind some delicate folding screens, he invited me to eat, explaining to me that SuYen should be there at the end of the meal. I tasted, one by one, the Dim Song presented in the moving carriage that ran systematically through the alleys. I had no appetite any more, I suffer the absence of SuYen.

At the end of the meal, the atmosphere became animated. The customers seemed more voluble, the night was now well engaged, they discreetly announced to me, the arrival of SuYen.

There was a gathering of majordomos and servant boys; an elegant man, dressed with a strange Chinese costume, worthy and haughty, he advanced and deposited in front of me an impressive plate covered with a tin bell coldly polished.

The eyes of the assistance were fixed on my direction, silence prevails and I heard these simple words from the mouth of the mysterious character:

- "my daughter, SuYen."

I looked all around me, I could not see SuYen, I was worried. Her father was in front of me, imperturbable, he seemed to offer her to me on a silver plate. I raised the bell from the plate with a certain concern.

A shout of horror came out of my mouth. I rose abruptly reversing the table and its contents. The assistance remained paralyzed by surprise. I descended the staircases like a mad man, I engulfed myself in a sampan moored to the Tai Pak, I rejoined Aberdeen, then Victoria and finally the steamer of the French Maritime Company and I remained there prostrate, haggard, during the remainder of the journey towards Japan.

Marie, the young Frenchwoman who formed part of the group of travelers embarked with me in Bangkok and which had not ceased courting me, approached me discreetly. Sensing my deep uneasiness, she had undertaken the task to let me gradually give her the account of my adventure in Hong Kong.

- "But, what was it in the plate that disturb you so much?" She ask me.

Then I started describing to her the contents of the plate:

-"......watered by a mysterious whitish liquid, there they where, in a complete ecxtasy, the silent and intriguing eyes of SuYen."

Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (Contes et légendes asiatiques, translated from french, mars 1997) © 1997 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
Photos by the author taken in 1968 and 1996

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