Excerpt

As the words flowed on the wings of the haunting melody, I was lost in burning reverie. He appeared before me once more in a sea of fire. I drank him in; tall, towereing over me, dark tresses framed in flame red fell across his face hiding all but those deeply green blazing eyes, thin yet muscular, a powerful presence indeed, so strong he could fell the mightiest foe in one deft movement, as if his stare were not enough to strike one down where it stood, long and lean and reaching out for me--beckoning me to him.
    The song ended, and the cold that flooded my core roused me back to where I stood. The room was silent as a tomb and every eye was fixed on me. 'Uh-oh.' A flash of a mob wielding torches filled my head. I've gone too far. I searched for Angus fearing I'd lost him too. I found him there behind the bar, smiling the wickedest, most loving, proudest I'd ever seen on a human face. It gave me a strange comfort and I started to breathe again. As I did, it seems the spell was broken. Applause filled the room, accompanied by whooping and hollering that filled my ears. Funny, I never thought my singing voice was all that good. Has to be the song. Hugh took my hand to help me down. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me down seating me softly in a chair. The movement so fluid it felt as though I were nothing but air. "Give this girl a drink, Angus. She's suredly earned it," he said and everyone laughed. I've heard of sining for your supper, but drink? And then the questions came, "where did that come from, Luna?"
    "Oh, I don't know, really. I haven't thought of it for years. I remember it from my childhood, I guess. It seemed somehow appropriate, though. It's one of the few songs I know by heart with a Celtic hue," I explained.     I noticed a secretive, knowing look passing among them as I spoke. "What? What'd I say?"
    "Nothing, dear," Brianna chimed reassuringly. "Never you mind, it was lovely," she soothed. "Stop your hoverin' ye bilks. Let the girl alone. Let her breathe."
    And with that the feeding frenzy died out and we returned to our drinks. I caught sight of Angus again. He looked gleeful. An odd sight in an old man. We played for a while longer then I announced, "Okay, boys and girls, I think that'll do it for me tonight. I'm headed home." There was a rumbling of "aw nuts" that rose in the room. "Now, now, I'm not going away,  just home to sleep it off. You can't get rid of me that easily," I tried to soothe their grumblings.
    "Get rid of you?!" came Kale's voice. "We just found you. Why would we want to get rid of you?!"
    I flashed him a grin and a wink, "Just teasing, sweet pea," I said trying to allay what seemed a genuine concern that I might leave. He laughed nervously, "Oh. I knew that," and he blushed a little. I think he may have a wee crush on me. I hugged them all good night, then Corc and Aiden saw me home and started a fire for me. "What gentlemen you both are, thought it seems quite unnecessary. I am quite capable you know," I teased them.
    They flashed me sheepish grins, "we know, love."
    It seemed as though there was more to the statement than they were letting on, but nothing else followed. I threw them a smile, hugged them both, and sent them off, "Be off with you then. Stop hovering. Don't you two have homes to get to? I'm well kept now. Good night," I chastised teasingly.
    Aiden stole a kiss from my cheek. Corc didn't want to be left out so he quickly caught the other cheek and they left swatting and shoving at one another. Ahh, youth. I believe its returning to me. I went to the study to write to Bryn. I knew there would be nothing from him, but one can hope. Besides, I had to talk to someone and it wouldn't be anyone but him. I poured out everything, every last drop and sent it on its way. I'm sure he'll think I've gone mad, not that he would ever say so of course. He's never been anything but accepting and caring towards me.

Chocolate...NO it isn't a good substitue for sex.

I adore chocolate. However, no amount of chocolate, no matter how obscene, can quench the desire of an unabated libido, especially a re-awakened one. Certainly it is an excellent addition to any attempt at quenching a sexual appetite, when drizzled, hot or cold, in just the right locations then tenderly swept away with the gentle stroking of a masterful tongue that moves ever so gently over the right then the left peak making sure to leave nothing behind on the soft pink quivering point of those voluptuous, ample, snow white mounds of lusciousness, but let us not forget, there's more to delight your pallet. You could even add fruit for a healthier diet. I find that strawberries or cherries are best. Like topping a sundae, of course they would be perched in the most important spot for your garden of passion to grow. But let us not get ahead of ourselves. We still have to make the journey. Once the mounds to the north have been cleared for planting, we must move further south to the rolling, curvacious fields below. Strong, masculine hands wend their way the length of those milky lands...mmmm...milk chocolate....leaving furrows in the chocolate where seeds can now be planted. Of course she will need to clean those fingers, so she arches skillfully and places them in her warm, watery mouth gently stroking each one with her agile tongue until they are clean.

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Tune in later for the next installment.

I have always been a creative, observant person. Not so much quiet as I do have quite a mouth on me, but very introspective. I watch. Lately, I'm not so keen on what I see when I watch, so I turn to my own mind to distract me from the mundanity of human interaction.

So, when I find something in the human world that is pleasantly distracting, I tend to latch on with quite a forceful grip. I have found such an object, and were that object within actual physical grasp, it just might be in danger of losing itself to me. I can be quite formidable when indulging my usually dormant selfish tendencies. It also helps that I have recently had a profound boost of self assurance. So, the object of my desire might just be in real peril of being taken away from it's current natural environment which would be blissful for us, but not so much for those I take it away from, as I would most likely have a great deal of difficulty returning it.

On the rare occassion that I do give into my "darker" side, I am quite voracious, but then, since it does happen so rarely, I do allow myself some latitude. After all, we all have a dark side, and if this is as dark as mine gets, its not such a bad thing, as I do have a lot to offer and most that "fall under my spell" have little to complain about as my dark side is more interested in pleasure for parties involved, not pain.

Oh well, I am what I am and should I ever be fortunate enough to hold the object of my affection for any length of time, there would be no complaint. No, I am very rarely quite so egotistical as this may seem, but every once in a while, {oh who am I kidding, it's only happened one other time, and he is quite blissfully happy, just ask him}, I just have to feel it and let it take over for a bit.

Strangely enough, I feel quite sure, impossible as it may seem, that at some point I will interact with the object of my current affectionate obsession. I'm not quite sure why, exactly, but we shall see. Besides, it is high time my passion is allowed to express it self, at least once more, and I can think of no one better or more qualified to experience it than my current object of desire, as I am EXTREMELY picky and have very high standards, quite difficult for most to live up to, including myself on regular occassion, but I never give up hope. Don't you wish you were the one?