Willingly, she obeyed, she always did. Never knowing what was required of her but past experiences had long broken any resistance that lingered from her past. He knew every inch of her and more importantly, her imagination. It was like her thoughts were a book that he'd read a thousand times, surprising stories he knew about her past, present, every life she had ever lived. He could in a second, recite them with his touch...

I hear the surf that thunders to land on the beach who awaits to be pounded and cooled at last. I smell the scent of candles that rides on waves of music through your whispers of sweet surrender.I see the glistening shimmer of skin only visible in flickering glimpses of moonlight, parting at the will of a tropical breeze that blows a tender breath on trickling beads of salt and lust.And hear your garden quivering against...