NEW Christmas Spirits - The Beginning

Dear Kate, 

We’ve finally done it.  I booked the weekend at Dickens Village in the north-east.  It was tons of fun.  Christmas in the style of the London that Charles Dickens knew, imagine that.  The streets a backdrop for the likes of Ebenezer Scrooge and Tiny Tim.  I found it an experience which gave me more than I could imagine.  

Kindred Shadows

The Kindred waited, embraced by the shadows. Her eyes glinted hues of brown and green in the twilight. She waited for the one who made her. She waited for his mind to touch hers. Memories flooded over her of the nights spent in ageless passion with this man. Lovemaking on the soft forest floor as they journeyed south. Sweet pine scents surrounded them as, together they reached the heights of emotion and love that only many lifetimes spent together can allow. 

The Black Feathered Mask

Firelight created a silhouette of her body through the thin fabric
that was her gown for this evening. Full hips held my fascination as she slowly made her way to me. Kneeling down, she withdrew my cock from its confines beneath my robe. It hardened slightly at the whole scene. She looked down at it and then returned her gaze to my eyes.

 
The Upper Deck

Mila gazed out over the river. She knew when she bought the house that this spot would be perfect for afternoon musings. With the opposite bank far enough away to ensure privacy, the heavy rail along the edge of the deck stopped any clear view from any who might happen by in a boat. 

A Woman’s Prerogative

I pulled the stocking over my toes, shifting it carefully up my leg to avoid any runs.  Its seam moved perfectly up the back of my calf, accenting the curves in a most delicious way.  I loved wearing stockings.  I love the way they feel on my legs, the smooth material sliding sensuously along my skin, awaking the nerves and heating the flesh.

Erotic Darkness

There I stood. My eyes misting over as the night followed suit. He stood before me, head tilted slightly, the shadows playing along his jaw line. My heart beat faster and I had a hard time breathing. Did he see me as reality. Or merely a figment of his frenzied imagination. Ours was a past filled with memories. Sweet dark moments, tangled in satin sheets. Whispered fantasies and fulfilled desires. 

Ghost Lover 

She stirred in her sleep, the light satin of the sheet still too much for her skin.  The night poured into her bedroom through the open window, sultry….dark.  A moan escaped her lips as though she dreamed the dreams of the sensual woman. 

He couldn’t take his eyes from her, his insubstantial form vibrating with lust. 

Erotic Lit 101

Anna smiled to herself as she read through the first draft of her latest article.  She loved her job and especially the research it entailed, whether she was writing fiction or articles like the one she was working on.  The erotica she wrote had been hailed by many as fine erotic literature, but without her sensual side and her desire to build imagery, she wouldn’t have been able to write what she wrote. 

Dreams Of A Passionate Woman

I look at your body, the skin of your neck glistening in the still night air as you sleep and I smile with secret delight. Walking over to you I gaze down at your face, reaching out to stroke the dark hair framing it. Leaning over I lightly kiss your soft lips, tasting their flavor. My body tingles, as I wrap a dark tendril around my finger as the candle flames highlight the fiery strands mixed in.

Somersby

Last fall, do you remember?  Those mornings beneath the weeping willow, I remember looking down into your beautiful eyes and thinking that life teetered on the brink of perfection.  Only a cancellation of the coming winter and a continuous autumn would make it more perfect. To cascade our canopy with the rich deep colours of fall. 

Madeleine

She was the daughter of the Count De Montagne, close to the king and virtually untouchable. Tales of her virginity and the means to rectify that unfortunate state were heard around the fires of the soldiers from here to Mont Pelliere, where the Count’s younger sister took center stage with her insatiable appetites.

Vampire Embrace

You sit in the large leather wing chair to the right of the great hearth. Watching the others in the room with that observant green gaze of yours. You sip your drink, smiling when pulled into conversation. Your legs are crossed, the crisp crease in your pants, still defined, assuring that air of quality. You follow the moving people, watching most of them leave, being shown out by the housekeeper. You watch the flames dance in the fire ...and then your gaze falls on me.