By Nobella Arthur
I'm really not altogether certain why i believe pressured to supply this account of my sexual adventures around the earth in the course of these final naive years ahead of the good warfare positioned a bloody finish to the white man's illusions of superiority.
Perhaps it's because i've got realized extra in mattress than in other places and wish to cross in this wisdom...under a pseudonym.
Certainly I realized extra approximately my fellow prisoners within the flesh—through appearing out of our sexual fantasies and residing via of unbelievably excessive moments of erotic ecstasy— than i'll ever have came across in right schoolrooms, self-consciously smart literary salons, or in the course of the grey proof of book-print.
I now have few illusions concerning the crucial, overpowering carnality of man's appetites. I settle for this because the real situation of human affairs yet have myself set out on a quickly widening direction of religious liberation. (Achieved, paradoxically adequate, throughout the absolute exhaustion of my very own sensuality in a single severe 12 months of excruciating practice.)
It is even now difficult to think that the definitely blameless younger girl who set out from Indianapolis on a sweltering July day in 1906 used to be me. it's demanding to think that I knew so little of the glittering international past our bland prairies.
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How did women wear those things anyway? He smirked after watching her pick up one of the puzzles and solved it within seconds; typical Pendalyn style. Finally ready a few minutes later, Jake glanced up to find her contently gazing at the city below, silhouetted against the wide window across the room. It was amazing to be in the presence of a woman who didn't require constant chatter. Did she even realize how rare a find that was in a woman? 49 R ENEE FISCHER "There's something I want to ask before we begin our evening," he started, walking toward her.
She purred while playing the chain between her fingers like a toy. "Only the one hour," he admitted before confessing. " Using her tongue, she coached his nipples into hard points. With deliberately slow motions, she secured first one clamp then the other on his hardened nipples. Then with a gleam in her eye, she turned the left screw, one smidgeon of a turn tighter. Smirking at the gust of air that flowed from his mouth, she withdrew a step to admire her dominance. Almost immediately, Jake's body launched into twitches against the chair as his body was immersed in a flame of dark desire.
Considering the size of the package, Jake had no idea what was within. The little square box fit perfectly into his hand. Pulling at the ribbon and shredding the colorfully stripped paper, he removed the lid and reached inside. Out came two clamps connected by a delicate chain. The ends of the clamps were heavily coated in black plastic, with screws at the other end of each clamp. They looked like miniature jumper cables. Lifting an eyebrow in question, he held them up. Holding up her palm for the clamps, Pendalyn stood up.
8 1/2" by Nobella Arthur