It’s Panda, Miss Dementia If You’re Nasty

Her eyes beckoned me from across the room - eyes that burn like cigarettes. That burn told me she was hungry and I knew that I would not survive the night without bruises and bite marks telling the story of her ravenous appetite.

I knew I had only a brief period before her attentions were turned onto someone else and I would lose the excruciatingly delicious affects of her lust. I nodded my acquiescence, excused myself from friends, and made my way from the hotel’s ballroom to the elevator. She would be soon to follow.

I had just barely made it to my room and begun to take off my shirt when she burst through the door, wild-eyed. I could smell her passion from where I stood. I had hoped that I would be fully undressed by the time she arrived, in order to save my wardrobe from the destruction that she frequently wrought upon it, but it was not to be.

She advanced upon me and in a whirlwind ripped the shirt from my hands and tore my slacks from my body. Now fully nude, she stepped back and devoured me with her eyes, licking her lips.

“You look like a greedy lioness about to go in for the kill,” I joked, feebly attempting to assuage the intensity of the situation and my nervousness about which wicked things she would do to me this time.

There was a glint in her eye and a small smile played on her lips as she said, “Greed is good.”

And she pounced.

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This story was inspired by a few of the phrases posted for the wonderful Nola Erus’ #journaling game. I hope you will go and read the other submissions here.

This is my submission for @SensualStories‘ #journaling game. As always, a great exercise and I had a great time writing. I hope you’ll check out the other submissions on her blog, too! Enjoy!

Victoria arrived at the large front door with her mother. It was her 16th birthday, and this expansive yet stark building was to be her home from now on. In her religion, the oldest daughter of each family was sent to serve their god in the nearest convent. Though Victoria’s friends saw being the oldest as a curse, Victoria was eager to give up her life for her god and had been living her life as devoutly as possible already.

The large wooden door stood open and there stood a stoic-looking nun. “This must be Victoria,” she said. “I am Sister Joy. Please say goodbye to your mother and follow me.”

Victoria turned, kissed her mother on the cheek unemotionally, picked up her small suitcase, and stepped across the threshold of the immense door. Sister Joy closed the door behind her and led her down a maze of winding hallways, explaining to Victoria the rules of the convent in her monotone voice.

Sister Joy finally stopped in front of one of the many wooden doors they had passed. “These will be your quarters. Your first act of devotion to Him will happen now.”

She pushed the door open to reveal a small, bare room equipped only with a small dresser, table and bed. On the bed, however, was a young man, stark naked and fondling himself.

At the sight of the women, the young man sat up, startled. At the sight of the young man and his fully erect cock, Victoria blushed a fierce red and quickly turned to Sister Joy.

“I… I don’t understand,” she stammered.

“Give yourself to this boy as fully as you do your faith, for in order to know virtue, child,” Sister Joy explained, “we must first acquaint ourselves with vice.”

This story is brought to you by Sensual Stories‘ #journaling game. Make sure  to check out the other submissions at her blog. Hope you enjoy it!

She wanders the produce aisle, searching for the inspiration to make dinner. It’s tough to find the motivation to actually cook since it’s just her at home but the extra pinch of fat in her tummy tells her she needs to lay off the fast food and start cooking healthy.

She becomes lost in her impromptu menu planning, trying to recall the ingredients in her mother’s recipes. Not really a planned shopping trip but she didn’t feel like going straight home after work. She hoped the shopping would take up some of the lonely hours.

She is recalled to reality by the sound of a familiar voice: “Bethany, is that you? My goodness, you look fantastic.”

She looks up and is caught immediately by his dark, soulful eyes. The very eyes that had drawn her in many years ago. “Jonathan, wow, hi,” she stammers, caught completely off guard.

She is pulled in by his strong but gentle arms and he hugs her close, her heart racing at the familiar scent of him. With that scent comes the sensory memory of being pressed under him, sweaty and breathless, as their spiritual love took physical form. Scenes flip through her mind like a viewfinder, causing her to shiver.

She is released from his grip, he fishes his business card out of his wallet and places it in her hand. “We should catch up sometime,” he suggests, with a gleam in his eye.

She nods emphatically, still too caught up in the memories to speak. He walks away.

She realizes she is stroking a zucchini with fervor.

This short story is brought to you by SensualStories‘ #journaling game. It’s the first time I’ve participated, but it was a wonderful exercise and I can’t wait to do it again! Hope you enjoy it!

The 600+ hours had passed by torturously slow, but now that they were finally together again, the longing was forgotten. The only thing on their minds was their love for each other, their passion, how renewed their hearts felt.

After their first couple of days together passed in a tangle of bed sheets, they finally decided to venture out of doors. After packing a picnic lunch, they travelled to a nearby park so they could enjoy the beautiful weather. Still enraptured with their newly acquired love, they lay in the grass like children, making shapes out of the clouds, giggling over the electricity that passed through their entwined hands.

Eventually the pair turned to more serious subjects, to their future together, to the long-term aspects of their love for each other. How soon could they be together permanently? How long did they want to wait before the wedding (for there was no doubt in either of their minds that they had finally found The One)? How many babies and when?

Hours passed as they worked out every detail of their lives together, until the sky grew dim and the stars began to show themselves. As a chill began to descend on them, they decided to pack things up and head home. He stood first, and then very gently pulled her up, his lips meeting hers. As they left the park, the imprint of their bodies remained in the grass, a sign to others of the new life started there.