04/15/05

The golden chain around her neck met at an apex nestled in the soft cleft of her bosom. Suspended from a single golden filigree ring was a ruby the size of a jay’s egg, delicately carved into the likeness of a sensual and bursting pomegranate. And in the golden rays of the setting sun, the ivory skin of her heaving breasts was bathed in an eerie blood-reed hue.

04/07/05

His hands are calloused as they caress my jawline, lingering on the soft, exposed skin of my neck. “You have hardly any pigment to your skin,” he purrs, “and your pulse is strong.” I look at his perfect smile, noting his fangs have not lengthened. I wonder if they will. . . I wonder if he knows I want them to. He brings his mouth to my throat, biting – a lover’s bite, nothing more. He is such a tease – always has been. As his hands and mouth explore my body, I wonder if he will ever act on his instincts.

01/19/05

Golden silk cascades down her shoulders, slightly curled ends caressing and molding to the gentle curve of her breasts.

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

11/25/04

Another planet. Barren landscape, very rocky and desert. An ongoing battle for power between the male and female species of this planet. Each sex possesses a minute amount of psychic ability. The men try to overflow the territory of the women and visa versa. They are human in appearance and anatomy, but they are not human.

Six years ago the war between the sexes began. Each believed they could do without the other. Each wanting to prove the strength and power.

Families were ripped apart. Brothers from sisters, wives from husband, children from parents. Over the years, it was forgotten why things ever got this bad, and one woman began to miss her husband.

So she crossed the barren world, coated herself with a psychic shield, and entered his chamber undetected. Well, undetected by any other, but her husband.

His immediate and uncontrollable physical manifestation of desire led to an evening of intense and ravenous lovemaking. The ripples of their renewed bond effected all around them. Walls crumbled, wars forgotten, and lovers reunited.