Posted by Karen She exhaled a big cloud of smoke into the rays of sunlight and it appeared irradescent, almost glowing with a life of it's own, and she felt that little bit of goodness wash over her. This was what she had come to her secret spot for; to feel the smoke and fantasize about things, and be naughty. She touched herself again, and after the previous interruption felt as if she were on secret display, so she quickly looked around to make sure that no one else was there. Satisfied that she was alone, she began visualing someone there with her, her imaginary lover. He was there to please her once again in the depth of the forest as he had done so many times before. She looked up at the treetops which sashayed in the gentle breeze of the afternoon and she returned her cigarette to her lips for another breath of life. Settling down into a more comfortable spot on the pile of rocks, she began her massage, bringing her fingers, hidden from view beneath her skirt, so lightly upward that they caressed her in much the same way that the air caressed the treetops. But with passion. With deep breaths to guide her, she imagined her secret lover doing this to her and she smiled a knowing and longing smile. She continued on and her lover gradually took form, appearing as a vague shape lying there with her, holding her gently. Looking over at the grey granite, she could almost see him there beside her and she blew him a deep smoky kiss while she felt his attentions to her body and she sighed. He drew in her smoke with his vague, misty face, and so delicately and deliciously rested his weight upon her. She smiled, and sensed his presence within her, her constant lover, so softly moving closer and more deeply becoming a part of her. Suddenly, she became enraptured with wicked passion, and she imagined kissing him strongly, their arms around each other and his growing strength within her. She stared up at the blue patch of sky above her and thought about staring into his blue eyes. She could almost see them there, and the thought of this thrilled her. It was the first time he had taken form enough to see his eye color. She drew on her cigarette once more in celebration. Deeply she drew the smoke into mouth, and with its creamy goodness came a wave of sensual pleasure. A pleasure so dark and naughty, yet she welcomed it as she had done on so many other days, and she let it control her because she had a certain need. She drew the smoke in once again, smelling the smell of tobacco on herself and feeling so awfully wicked. She began to laugh softly at the forest, because she was one with it all. She laughed out the passion and the love that she experienced as the smoke made its curls out into the world. The seeds drop and sprout roots and grow and become trees. She felt like the earth in this play, and gave nourishment to the seed, fed it, gave it life, and now her lover wanted her so fully and so completely. She felt his power and strength growing, and his urge to give her his life. She could almost make out his face now, having nearly completely conjured him from the air, and this thought excited her. She wanted more from him, just a little more, yet a lot more. With moans of mounting ecstasy, she felt the release that she so desperately needed, and with trembling hands, she brought the short cigarette to her mouth again and took in what life remained. She drew on her cigarette and inhaled it all. And her lover simultaneously gave her all the life that lay in wait, and she felt as if she were melting with infinite pleasure as she drank deeply of the joy. She seized him and kissed him with all her might, and muttered 'I love you's' at the forest. And in the midst of her smoky and passionate pleasure, for the first time, his face appeared out of the netherworld of the mist. It was the face of the man who had just passed by. Her eyes went wide with terror, and she sat erect on the pile of rocks. Her heart beat so strongly that she felt it would fly from her chest. No longer was she well-groomed as she often was [[hey Sage-no fair! she brushes aginst the mound in the right pocket of her jeans, but she's wearing a skirt?! I'm confused. *giggle*]] no longer the tidy, office secretary was she. She was a disheveled mess, sweaty from her indulgement and all flushed with the heat of the moment, the heat of her passion, the heat of him. Silently screaming, she opened the handkerchief and examined the business card. She turned it over in her hands and saw a message on the back of it: "I've been watching you every day. Please don't be mad. I think you are very beautiful."
on 10/30/2002, 8:33 pm
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'Goodness. Is there no privacy in the world anymore?' she wondered, disturbed by his sudden presence, but thankful that he had left. She took a long pull on her cigarette, then drew the smoke deeply within herself to feel the pleasure once again, to try and return to that private place, that wonderful place within her mind where all things can happen, and often do.
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