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Passions Invocation: All Life in the heat of Passion! Quotes that explain my blog content: “Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.” ― Tony Kushner, The Illusion "Love and hate walk hand in hand upon a very fine line." ~Wildfire8470 "The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire." ~Ferdinand Foch~

Substandard

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chocolate

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Cheryl hadn’t met him. They had corresponded for years after she joined a group of writers, formed to write to our troops overseas. They all took pen in hand and began writing service members overseas; especially when they were  far away from loved ones during holidays.

 

She’d reread Dick’s replies as the letters became heated and lust nearly singed the pages. They prepared to meet when he came stateside. Dick had described a date she couldn’t have dreamed up herself. For months, she tried to imagine the scenario she’d prepared for.

 

Hours into that night, she sat in his car silently cursing him. This was not the man in the picture he had sent. This was not the behavior of a man who intended to keep his word. He drank heavily while she fantasized about chocolate Häagen-Dazs and preferring to be alone with it.

 

By comparison, and with all things considered, Cheryl found the reality of Dick to be substandard, but lighting his letters on fire would boost her spirits.

 

 

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Satisfaction

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This beautiful photo is not mine.

It belongs to the artist linked here:  Photo ©Mossa Abdaoui

 

 

Life is too hectic, too heartbreaking to bear, with too many demands laid at my feet. Requests are no longer inconveniences. They are deadly weights dangling from my tiny size five’s, while I am clinging to a leaky life-raft adrift in a killer storm. Yet there is, on occasion, a tiny amount of satisfaction in envisioning letting go. There could be ultimate satisfaction in just being free of demands forever.

 

 

 

 

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Divine Delicious Debauchery

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Divine Delicious Debauchery

 

Divine Delicious Debauchery

 

“Come join me in divine, delicious debauchery,” he said in a voice so enticingly seductive, Amy couldn’t believe he had said it to her.

 

She had lived a sheltered life, barely more than an existence really, and she checked the spaces beside and behind her to be sure he wasn’t addressing someone else.

 

Jesse stood with his hand out, piercing her with his grey eyes and holding her stare with his own. She took a step and started to reach, but withdrew. He didn’t falter. His arm stayed outstretched, with his rough hand extended, palm up, insistent and waiting.

 

Again Amy reached haltingly and this time he clasped her hand in his before she could change her mind. Nevertheless, he didn’t move. Jesse stood still, raking her with his eyes, and she realized it was a challenge. The decision to move any further would be hers.

 

Jesse cocked a brow, refusing to take his eyes off hers. She risked a full length glance and realized that he oozed sensuality. Every inch of his delicious body made her teeth sweat, but she wondered about the long term prospect thinking, he is delicious, and maybe we will be a divine union. Will we love deeply enough to make even debauchery divine in our perfection, or is he the epitome of walking sex with a few ten dollar words?

 

But she already knew half the answer. No one had ever aroused her interest the way he had in the space of five minutes. And I’m sick of my boring life. I’m sick of my world. I’m sick to death of nothing ever changing.

 

Amy clasped Jesse’s hand more tightly and took the first step.

 

Jesse grinned with wickedness shining in his eyes and licked his full lips.

 

Amy was hit by the enormity of making a sudden decision which she would never be able to turn back from. It was thrilling and terrifying. Amy wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh hysterically or lose her lunch.

 

 

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After Burn 2

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Part 2

Ellie 2.3

 
 

Ellie raced to the powder room nearly forgetting her purse and was relieved to find it unoccupied. She pulled her makeup bag from her purse and dragged a chair to the mirror. She sat with the brush in hand when a thousand memories returned.

She fought it, insistently sliding the brush across the blush and attempted to apply it, but concentration didn’t stop the deluge. She checked her reflection but failed to see it. Instead, she saw Ryker kiss her for the first time and her heart still skipped a beat.

Again she tried to drag herself out of it. She rifled through her bag and found the hairbrush. She removed several pins holding her hair in a braided upsweep and smoothed it with her hand when she recalled the time he had run his fingers through it, caressing her hair until she fell asleep. It was the first time they had made love.

She lowered her hand staring into the mirror but only seeing the moments with him, replaying in mind as they hadn’t in a long time. With a tear rolling down her cheek, she remembered. With the last of her determination bested, she saw him fist her hair and kiss her gently, walking her backwards.

Ellie still couldn’t pin down the exact moment she gave in to him. He kissed her until thought became feral desire. All else disappeared and fulfillment was all that mattered. They were crazed that night. Ryker fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress and then lifted her off her feet. She began to protest when her back hit the wall and he gripped her wrists in one hand.

“I thought,” she started.

“Don’t think,” he cut her off, “just feel” and lifted her dress as she wrapped her legs around him. He deepened a kiss that made her head reel and his member entered her, hard and fast. She gripped his shoulders not realizing she had dug her nails into him. He slowed the pace, caressing her cheek until the heat and wetness between her thighs grew insistent. Ellie threw her head back in abandon, wanting harder and faster.

He cupped her tight little ass, pulled her against him and carried her to the enormous bed. He lay her down gently, still standing at the edge as she tried to squirm back further, suddenly needing some sense of propriety. He raked her naked flesh with his gaze and caught her beneath the knees to pull her back down with legs straddling him.

Smiling in the darkness, Ryker dropped to his knees and kissed her delicate feet, ankles, and shins, breathing hotly against her, sending shivers through her. He could tell she was anxious as she lifted her hips, squirming anxiously, and he made her wait another minute until he had to feast at her apex.

Ellie let squeals and gasps escape that she never heard and her wanton delight spurred him on like nothing he had known before. He kissed her stomach while lightly fondling her breasts, titillating her nipples until they could wait no longer.

He climbed to the pillows and pulled her up against him in one deft movement. She clung to him desperately, both of them kissing and nipping and tasting, wanting to recall this experience many years later. Ryker twined his leg around her ankle, effectively anchoring her, and drove himself into her hard, pummeling her as she bucked, keeping up with him until they both cried out at once.

His shaft was still semi-hard, sheathed in her pulsing wetness, each knowing they had more than satisfied the other. That was when she knew that love wasn’t about self-gratification at all. Ellie finally raised her eyes, applied her makeup, took a deep breath, and prayed that no one could read her thoughts.

 
 

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