Thursday, August 7, 2014

Thursday Tasters, August 7, 2014 ~ Taylor Savior "The Past and Future Collide"

Thursday Taster brings to us a yummy taster from one of my current works-in-progress commissioned for Decadent Publishing, Taylor Savior. It is erotically inspired by the Grimm's Fairy Tale, The Giant and the Tailor. My lovers have not seen one another in ten years, since the night they found themselves lost in an exploding, volcanic passion in Room 457 at the Hotel Whitcomb. She continues to think of that first night

Something has brought Aynne to Chicago; something has brought Aynne to Simon. Will he see her and if he does, will he remember her? Let me turn the page and let's see. Oh, she is thinking as she waits to see Simon. Shhhhhhh, let's see if the years will be kind.

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"The Past and the Future Collide"

Simon slipped the tiny strap off of her other shoulder and the gown, heavy in a satin eagerness, slipped to the floor and settled around her feet in a fluid puddle of white innocence. She stood before him, nervous, but boldly faced his hunger with a hunger of her own. She wore nothing but a laced thong and white satin heeled slippers. He ran his hand down the sheer elegance of her arm to her hand and helped her step out of the gathered satin surrounding her feet.

“Don’t move,” he smiled at her as he began to remove his black tux. He dropped each cast off article on the floor next to Aynne’s gown. Their eyes, locked in a magnetic fiery hold, swam in a pool of shared molten desire. Simon spoke to Aynne as he continued to undress.

We cannot deny the strength of our desires,
For we are the ones who seek the pleasure of the truth
And when our bodies burn for one another
We cannot turn away,
But fly into the center of the heat
For if we are burned, it will be because we sought
All that was real and strong and good
Because we knew the power of attraction and how we felt
As our flesh grew and yearned as one
So do not fear that which we know is special
And do not turn or run from lust or love so pure and true
That would deny the essence of our beings
And keep us from the fire of truth we build

"I wrote that for you. I didn’t know it at the time, but I have never recited that passage to anyone before you, ever. You are my Fire of Truth, Miss Aynne Taylor, and I am your giant.”
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Aynne sat in the opulent waiting room lost in the thoughts of the two of them that long ago night. She fell hopelessly in love with him in that moment and remained in love with him still. No one she ever met since that symphony night ever moved her in the way that he moved her. No one touched her in the same overwhelming way. She never lost herself in anyone’s embrace before or since she met Simon. He was her Fire of Truth and even after all these years, she burned for him still.

“Ms. Taylor, Mr. D’Istafrio will see you now.”

And with those few words, Aynne’s past collided with her future.

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11 comments :

  1. I loved that he recited that passage to her and now I'm so curious about her future...something tells me a baby might be involved but I guess I'll have to wait and see.

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    1. Yes, right you are but she is ten years old now. Brings them together again.....

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  2. Great mixture of wistfulness and anticipation.

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  3. Beautiful, the words are as smooth as the anticipation of meeting up after all that time. I love the last line! :)

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  4. Very loving piece. I liked the recital he agave to her.

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  5. I like this scene. Leaves me curious about what happens.

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  6. Beautiful. So sensual, full of wistful wonder and anticipation. I hung on to every word. Fab taster!

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  7. It's getting more and more intense every time. The poem was a nice addition.

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  8. I particularly love that he read her poetry... This is a very interesting story and a great taster. I will definitely like to read more. Thumbs up Muffy (y)

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  9. What a rythematic piece you have posted and intensity of love and desires depicted in romantic poetry Loved the concept of child waiting . Keep it up Muffy Ji Greetings

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  10. ...first or last, future of past…Im in :O

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