Hand-in-hand, the walked into deeper water, until Sadie couldn’t walk any further, and swam next to Zee, in the direction of the beaver dam and the other side of the cirque. The water was still as clear as crystal; she could see the bottom where smooth stones sprinkled the gravel like nuts on a sundae, and waving seaweed beckoned them with long fingers. Every few minutes, the pair would pause, coming together in a crashing embrace, kissing, their hands exploring one another before breaking apart out of fear for exploding right there, in the middle of the lake.

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Dappled sunshine peeked out through the green, scalloped leaves, creating dancing patterns on the soft dirt and twigs along the shore. The wind barely moved the air; she could smell the thick, heady scent of must and soil from where the soles of her hiking boots caught looser patches, turning up grubs, grass and wet terrain. Her heel slid slightly in a muddier slick, down towards the water, and she laughed to herself, throwing her arms up into the air to regain her balance before bending down to remove her shoes.

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A black sky, inky and deep, opens up above us in a muted backdrop to the brilliant sparkling display of diamond dust and moon glow that casts shadows on our sleepy park. The sound of cicadas screaming their song through the night mingles with a light rustling of the first fallen leaves as a breeze shuffles them along the grass. I shift the blanket so that it is tighter around my shoulders, creating as much warmth in my cocoon as I can, before laying back and watching the show in the heavens, sighing happily.

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Morning
The overhead bell tinkled quietly as the door swung open in front of her, a soft incandescent glow of decorative lighting and morning sunshine offering a warm welcome as it mingled with the scent of freshly ground espresso and piping-hot cinnamon bread. The little shop was known for their cinnamon bread, a recipe that had been passed from mother to daughter through the generations of Annie’s since the before the family could even remember, and the smell of it drew customers for miles.

She got in line, carelessly smoothing her heather-gray pencil skirt with one hand and adjusting the cricket-like Bluetooth headset that perched on her ear and chirped her voicemail back to her. Greg had called, and wanted her to get on the phone with Stephen to arrange celebratory dinner after the two all-nighters they’d pulled to finish the engagement on time. She smiled to herself as she listened to his ideas for the ridiculously overpriced restaurant in the meat-packing district. Anything for a free lunch, eh Greg, she thought. The next message was from Michael, telling her that Thursday would be fine for walkthroughs, and did she want the glass conference room like usual?

She glanced down at her watch, noting that if she didn’t hurry, he was going to think she’d changed her mind. Getting on his calendar was a miracle and it wasn’t going to be worth the amazingly delicious jolt she’d get from the triple Americano she had been hoping to grab before joining him. Still… maybe five more minutes?

She glanced down at the fitted white blouse which revealed just enough cleavage to be interesting and not enough to be inappropriate. The plump, soft curve of her breasts peeked from the deep neck of the white linen, the buttons stopping only an inch above where her bra began. The lacy white scallops of the demi she’d chosen were invisible but she knew that the line it created was fabulous. Five more minutes would be fine… Michael would wait.


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The purpose of this journal is for me to improve my writing. I love erotica and erotic fiction; literature that's meant to be titillating and exciting as well as romantic. It's not pornography; there's a plot and a relationship established with my characters that makes it much more appealing and attractive to me. I'm looking for feedback on my writing - constructive feedback - so I can share the thoughts, fantasies, and imaginings rumbling through my mind in a way that is accessible to lots of people.

Because there is nothing as pleasant as a delicious fantasy.