12/26/04

One hand cupped her back, gently between her shoulders as the other swiftly brushed aside the bed pillows. Her bust heaved beneath the neckline of her gown, buttons aching to burst free of their confining threads. Laying her softly upon the silken sheets, he caresses her jawline, smoothing powdered curls away from her beautiful rouge lips. And as she leans forward to kiss him, his hand slips beneath her fleece wig, letting loose the brunette tendrils to flow against her porcelain flesh. And their lips unite in a fiery passion – denied longing and morality held them apart – until this evening. No longer were they prudent – no longer did they deny their desires – breasts exposed, nipples hardened, petticoats raised, and breeches undone. The only witness to this night of incredible lovemaking was a blazing fire in the hearth . . . and the laundress who washed the sheets the next morn.

12/11/04

Desire left unquenched. The severity of the thirst increasing throughout the day. Flashbacks of the previous day haunt every waking moment. Time goes by slowly, until finally, it’s time.

The venue is set, the lighting is checked, – everything is as it should be – but the players. One is ready, lines have been rehearsed, all is prepared. But the second – she faults, hesitates, missteps. A series of pitfalls and the ambience is shattered.

So, thirst is mounting. He exits into the cool night air. The brisk evening air cools his heated emotions . . .

And she is left to