A toast to summer, glasses rise, so does fate. Painted flames light the sky to help celebrate. Hot days, cool nights, warm hugs, cold drinks. Listen close, hold my tongue, talk less, don’t jinx. Spin the globe and choose the place to be... anywhere in this world, yet tonight you’re with me. We stare, we drift, we drink, we talk. We laugh, we share, we kiss, we walk. Pour the wine and cocktails, and the sugar between. Hold my hand, lead the way, through your eyes to be seen— A city entangled, embraces success. New buildings and parks, all contrived from a mess. You’ve seen it go up, and you’ve watched it fall down. You’ve embodied the heart and the soul of this town. Yet tonight, your attentions stray not but a mile. On this ride, touch my leg, start a flame, make me smile. Body to body, stoke the fires within. Heat the oil, rub my back, up and down, then begin. A night full of magic, soon enough to expire. My words led you here, on a path to desire. It’s ok, I can tell, you were moved in a way, to ensure I remember summer nights in LA.
Remember the short story I've been working on -- Passion's Curse? Well, I finished my first draft! I really agonized over the ending and finally made a decision and just wrote it, knowing I would change it in the revisions to come. Again, I didn't love how the story was ending, but I committed to the writing and the first draft is done! It feels so good to have a completed draft of my first significant creative writing project.
Warning: Contains explicit language and graphic sexual references. Only for readers 18+.
With me, you bloom, you laugh, we ride. At home, you pull the petals back in and hide. You kiss my mouth and bite my lips. You slap my ass and squeeze my hips. You touch, you taste, you always savor. And as you fell, you became much braver. Your life away must always come first. But when you are gone, I fear the worst. Our romance is destined to be caught in a song, In a moment of time when the music comes on. I know what you need, I’ve seen your heart through your eyes. You’ve whispered, you’ve hinted, but you’re telling more lies. Your secret, my love, is safe with me... No soul has to know that you truly crave three.
Softly you touch Your mouth to mine, Lips brushing lips Tasting thrill mixed with wine. Tongues gently play... Move in close for this kiss. Years moved through time Brought us here to this bliss.
At that very moment, your hand finds the softest warmth on the inside of my thighs. As told, I’m not wearing panties —rules for whenever we meet. I like pleasing you. Holding my breath, I anxiously wait to see if you’ll check my obedience. You do. And I exhale into your touch.
When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.
Lean in, kiss me. Can you taste the excitement on my lips? Cause I’ve been waiting all week to taste you. The moment you get close, I feel it. A current of anticipation flows through me. Electricity.
Tonight, in my bedroom, it’s very quiet. I lay in my bed alone listening to the still of the night. The lights are off, but the moon shines in through the shutters then onto my bed and the ceiling above.
Still blindfolded and naked, Felicity remained bound by her wrists to a stake pushed deep into the ground at the beach campsite. Her body laid out before the heavens and nature, the campfire on one side and the sound of the ocean on the other.