Salacious … uhmm

I hate drama. Drama has no place whatsoever in the work place. None. Zip. Zero. And I am quite intolerant of people who create drama … the type of person that craves the dramatic.

Ew.

Never mind, it’s a moot point. I promised myself that I wouldn’t utilize this as a means to … yeah, ‘nough said.

Soooooo – let’s do something totally different and way out of my comfort zone.

Give me a minute. I’ll think of something.

Wretched thoughts. Dubious thoughts. Lascivious thoughts!!! Oh my … and here I thought I could get away from that, too. Obviously, I cannot.

In spite of the few entries made here, I love to write. Short stories. Poems. Erotica! I belong to a writing site – club – community – where I write with various partners. Doesn’t matter to me if they’re male or female, as long as they can portray what I’m looking for gender matters not!

Sensual stories that border on illicit. And I love it. It’s a whimsical cadence of mine (a clue, that) to be able to recreate an experience – be it a dream or something that has or had happened in the past. Some not too distant.

Can you imagine the tip of a pink tongue titillating the senses in its unwavering journey over the flesh? The spike of the heart beat and the pulse as if they are in competition? Lazy smiles while eyes do not hide any feelings and the body is poised ready to strike …

*shivers*

Mmmmm … When the peak is near and that plateau is ascended, right before you feel yourself plunged over and into something so … sweet and tender, yet at the same time extremely decadent and salacious.

Yummy!

My own madness, I think … such a naughty, naughty minx.

Indeed, I am that. And more. Such succulent wickedness!