Porn & Erotica

And now, for the third and final installment of “Mea Culpa”

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Inhaling deeply, his lungs filling with her aroma,  a camphor to his wounded soul. As he exhaled he felt the balm of her scent seeping into himself, soothing the angst and confusion felt from both a lifetime of want as well as the last hour of agony spent with her here.

~ I know – you’ve all been on pins and needles since we introduced Part I. Let us congregate for the sizzling Second Act of this deliciously sinful story…~

“Mea maxima culpa“, he whispered beneath his breath. He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t move.He feared his reaction. He tried in vain to redirect his tortured thoughts.

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It seemed to have been a day like any other really. Morning services followed by afternoon devotions.The semi-dull drum of repetition mildly numbing his senses as he completed last services.

Thankfully today was Thursday and so he knew there would not be another service for the remainder of the day. His shoulders physically relaxed at the thought as his mind wandered. It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps a small respite preceding a quiet evening might be in order. But his mental reprieve was fleeting as other, less enjoyable thoughts encroached upon visions of restful reading by the fire.

Kim Kardashian, Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, the list goes on. (Literally) But what would posses someone to paint the tabloids with their naughty bits? Narcissistic? Maybe. Exhibitionist? Probably. But Self-Destructive?!

Closing the door, Francois left the bitter cold of the Montreal winter behind him and was embraced by the warm, nearly tropical air of the club. He breathed deeply and every herb that man smoked entered his nose in one solid stream, and he smiled softly as he made his way to the back of the club where he knew she would be waiting for him. He saw her almost instantly as he rounded the corner near the front door, her body was something that sculptors idolized for centuries and he was just as transfixed as they.

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Ahhhh……….I can feel Her again. (Finally.)

She must’ve been waiting. Right there. Under my skin. So patiently, so quietly I thought She was gone.

My only hope was Her infrequent Caresses. A tortured lick up my spine. A glimpse between dirty sheets. Cornered lovers curling their lusts around each other in unending flurries of tongues, teeth, and hands.