Her Own Serenity

Her Own Serenity

Julia Becca

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Growing up I knew I had some kind of a deep rooted connection with my grandmother.  I didn't know what that connection was until months after her death when I was chosen to go through what was left of her life.  Behind the door of a closet in her bedroom, never opened since I could ever remember, was an old wooden chest filled with her memories and so much more.  Discovering the same passions within myself that I read from her journals made me realize just what that connection was. 

The seduction and sexual desires that poured onto the pages of this woman's journal pages was more than I was initially ready for.  The man that made this all possible was at first only known to me as her captivating and very provocative lover, Robert.  Through letters written to her, Robert had opened up her seductive side and this was where her creativity poured out into stories that no one ever read until now.  Here, through this man, even years later did I discover this same creativity and I would be damned if anyone would keep it between pages in a journal, including my pessimistic husband.  I had to show him how wonderful this connection was and how amazing each story felt.  He'd be sure to say yes to my dreams of becoming an author.  If THAT didn't convince him, perhaps the secret that I discover in that old wooden chest, about who her lover really was would.

 
PUBLISHED BY: Julia Becca
ISBN: 978-1440472992
PUBLICATION DATE: 2008
WORD COUNT: 65200
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 3 3 3
EBOOK READER RATING:
CATEGORIES: Romantic Fiction, Erotica
KEYWORDS: passion, sensual, sensuality, secret, affair, sex, sexual, seductive, seduction, fantasy, romantic, romance
 

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COPYRIGHT Julia Becca/2008

She shivered, holding the robe that covered her body close to her. She contemplated the next few moments and it excited her. For so long she had wanted this…to be with him…to be part of his art…and now…soon, she would become his art. Christopher has long been her idol. She loved looking at his work. He wasn’t just enamored for his paintings, but also for his music and seduction. Women flocked to him as if he was a god, and there she was about ready to become part of his collection. His mass of soft brown curls leading to somewhat of a baby face. His defined body told her he took care of himself. She watched him as he stood there in just a pair of sweat pants adjusting his cases of paints. To him Anna was a mere subject. Another art piece but hopefully one he admired when finished.

He beckoned her and goosebumps traveled up her body from her knees to her neck. She slowly floated over to him and without hesitation he looked into her eyes and she saw his smile from within. His fingers found where her collar bone would have met at the base of her throat and as they slowly made their way just barely hidden under the seams of her robe, moving their way down toward the ties that kept her together, the backs of his fingers traced her skin on the same path. Slowly, over her breasts, down over her stomach, removing her robe he did not take his eyes off hers. He continued searching for some kind of fear or passion that helped fuel his artistic fire. When he saw it he grinned, about the same time a shiver found her spine. He laid her naked body on a large cloth tarp draped over what she assumed was a large table and she tried to get as comfortable as she could. Closing her eyes she let him move her and mold her into position. Feeling his hands on her torso and then on her arms, grazing over the insides of her elbows with his fingertips and wrapping them around her wrists to put them above her head and then they were on her upper thighs, spreading her legs slightly and turning her legs just so, and then to her sides to tilt her body a bit more to the right, then slowly guiding their way from her underarms down her curves to her bottom. Each touch he made, each pose he placed her in, wasn’t just a touch or a pose. He did it with so much seduction and so slowly, and his lingering touches after positioning her were almost too much for her body to handle. As she tried to ease herself into position, she was aware that she was becoming aroused and her heart rate was slowly increasing. There was nothing more erotic than what she was experiencing at that very moment….or so she thought.

 

 
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