Monday seduction

It all starts with seduction. Hot and wet, the warmth blankets the soul each time you indulge in another hit of your addiction. Lean back, close your eyes and allow the body to cascade into a pool of warm lust. Open that mouth, I dare you, wider, open, that’s a good girl. Allow the sensation of heat rush through your veins. That shiver up your spine is the first indication that you’ve fed the beast inside.

A.J. Luna

And that’s how I got kicked out of Starbucks!

Are you afraid of the dark?

Rumor has it that lurking in the woods is a community of misfit wonders who have banded together to become a family. Ghouls, witches, and clowns reign, where the city meets the forest. Some say if you go in the woods alone at night, the family of freaks will never allow you to leave. Do you believe in the creatures that dance in the moonlight, crying for the loss of those they love?

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Novella November

I am challenging myself to make November my month for a novella. Each day I will write 1500 words on a continuing story and at the end of November I should have 46500 words ready to publish. I’m not sure just yet what this will be about, but I need to complete something I started. I have felt rather down lately. This pandemic, the state of America, and the way this world is crumbling. The days feel so dark. So, to make this month brighter, this is my challenge to myself.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
― Maya Angelou

2 – Escaping through the eyes of a stranger

Part 1 https://confessionsofpassion.com/2020/10/20/escaping-through-the-eyes-of-a-stranger/

What a time in life. A pandemic springs up, and the world is shutdown. Working from home should be easy, but for Nicole, it was that thing in the corner of the living room that distracted her. That telescope was a bad investment for someone with ADHD. After watching the show the night before, she couldn’t stop thinking about what happened afterward. Did his wife come home and find the sheets stained with cum? Or the scent of another woman on her husband? Or was she so oblivious to his cheating that she laid in the stain and her skin covered in adultery? Did she wake up and realize that her husband cheated, or did she even care?

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