Walking deftly through the grassy wood, I leave the world of men behind; let fall my hair in cascading waves- let fall my gown of floating silk. I freely flit about as pale Diana, seeking maidens to attend my desire. And so I pick a blooming flower- Be it Orchid, Rose, or Water Lily, each its own graceful attraction- I take its intoxicating scent, fragrance of the fertile spring, promising a sweet release of passion. Blus...
Dear Diary, Last year, I met a girl. Actually, that's inaccurate, because she wasn't a girl. She was a woman. A lady. A goddess. The most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes upon. It was in a coffee shop, which was something that made me laugh when I thought about it, because I don't really go to coffee shops, but for some reason, that day I did. I was sitting at a table, reading The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, and sippi...
Natalie loves lingerie. The feel of it against her skin, the way it clutches her curves, the way it the way it makes her feel irresistable, poweful and alluring: a captivating temptress. Nothing makes her heart pound more than getting to have her way with a man while being dressed so seductively, and Matt was lying next to her, completely unenlightened of all she has planned for him.She cannot believe he is asleep. How ru...
Lust and LoveSisyphus Chapter TwoThe next morning I woke up feeling the warmth of Megan sleeping next to me, remembering the wild and lusty hours we enjoyed. Was meeting this smart, sexy, beautiful woman in an empty bar in the middle of nowhere a fantasy come true? Two strangers seducing and fucking each other's brains out in a seedy motel was something out of a dream, but here I was listening to her quiet breathing next...
LUST AND LOVE SisyphusChapter OneI wanted her the moment she walked into the bar. I had been driving all day on my way to visit some old friends in Western Massachusetts. It was late and I decided to get a drink then head back to the sleazy motel down the road, get up early and continue my journey. The shabby bar was empty except for the bald headed bartender with a pot belly and an old guy by himself at a back table with...
Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my eyes on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My first reaction was to curse, which I accompanied with a yawn. A noise from above had wakened me. I didn’t know why I was so sure, but I was. A nice looking girl named Jessica lives in the flat above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, ready to fall asleep again. A moan came fro...
My Sweet Rayne by Reeb The cold of the evening air in London on a January night was almost unbearable at times. The chilling cold penetrated deep into my bones through the layers of my uniform. As I stood at the rail terminal waiting my train to Norwich through Ipswich, my thoughts reflected over the last three months of my life. It was late January 1944 and I had just been promoted to Captain in the US Army Air Force...
