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

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.

I thought my new readers might be interested in this, some reasons why I think I’m sexy. I brought the post over from my Blogspot blog. Hope you enjoy it.

The beautiful and sumptuous Femme BLT chose me for the Sex Blogger Award and I am oh-so excited!  I just started writing erotica a couple of months ago and I have been so thrilled to get the amazing feedback that I have received.  Now I must list 5 reasons that I am worthy to be deemed sexy and then name 4 other fabulous bloggers who get to list their own sexy reasons.  Here goes nothing:

1. I Am A Good Girl Gone Bad: I grew up fairly sheltered, always getting good grades, never drinking or doing drugs, always following the rules, wanting to hold out on sex.  I was 21 before I lost the big V, and up until last year, my ex-husband was my first and only.  In the past year, though, I’ve more than made up for lost time and have experienced so many new things and people.  It’s been wonderful!

2. I Am A TomBoy: I appear very feminine, I’m not at all butch, but I’ve got such a boy’s personality!  I love sports, video games, raunchy jokes, hot women… ;)  I even used to be a champion burper.  Sexy, right?  ;p

3. I Guide the Future: I’m a teacher and pour my heart and soul into my students every day.  Yes, I want to slap them silly quite often, but I love them all like my own children and I strive every day to get that “A-ha!” look to shine in their eyes.

4. I Have Eyes That Pierce Your Soul: The one physical aspect of me, other than my tits, that I have always liked, and I just *now* had someone tell me the same thing, are my eyes.  He says: “I just like the shape of them and the coloration.  I like how they move and act when you’re feeling some intense pleasure.  I like looking into them.”  They’re somewhat almond shaped, deep brown coloring with flecks of gold, and they are very expressive.

5. I Can Make You Hard/Wet With My Words: Physical arousal is one thing, and it’s fantastic, don’t get me wrong, but I think there’s something oh-so-special about being able to mentally arouse someone.  You can be smoking hot but have nothing upstairs.  If you’re able to engage my mind as well as my body, though, that’s a gift.  Not to toot my own horn or anything, but after getting so much great feedback from my readers, I realize that I have this gift and am thankful for it.

And here is my list of bloggers who ALSO have that gift, people who I have learned SO much from, and I am grateful to them all:

Marie Iris - She is gorgeous, she is funny, she’s as kick ass as I am, and I dig the hell out of her and her writing!

Doc Strange - He’s a super sexy man and knows how to engage my intellect, both through erotica and through our “vanilla” conversations.

PsycheDiver and Reivanna - They share a blog, so I choose them as one entity, though they are both seperately GREAT writers and fun cyber play-mates.  I enjoy not only their stories but their reviews as well.

Sensual Stories - You can’t have a sex blogger list without this hot lady.  I can’t believe she hasn’t been chosen yet.  Or maybe she has and she just hasn’t posted yet, either way, I saved the best for last.  Her sultry Southern ways only enhance her artistic, erotic writing.  She is what I aspire to be.  I want the grasp of the language, the sensual confidence, the experience that this amazing woman has.  Not to mention I want her.