| Author: | Emily Dickinson | ISBN: | 9781310081620 |
| Publisher: | Emily Dickinson | Publication: | May 14, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Emily Dickinson |
| ISBN: | 9781310081620 |
| Publisher: | Emily Dickinson |
| Publication: | May 14, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Basking in the afterglow of my clandestine affair, in the pale moonlight casting shadows on my face through the leaves, I lounged like an empress on the forest ground. What I had done just a few moments ago was beyond my wildest, most erotic fantasy. I had felt it all, all the energy, the intensity erupting inside me, like a thousand cannons being fired at the same time, I had experienced it just the way I had imagined, with the right person. Would I regret it in the future? Yes! I regretted it that very moment but it was like guilty pleasure. No! Not guilty, because I did it knowingly. I had indulged, in the wrong thing. I always did.
Lydia Carmen, I was the most mystical girl in college, I still can’t help it. I was always exposed to temptations, I always indulged in the wrong, most clandestine, sinful and immoral things and I did it knowingly. But what else could I do, it’s the only way I managed to live with myself. Indulgence, if I didn’t let myself go, if I didn’t loose myself in something, I would go crazy. It was very hard to live with the type of person I was, a cast out, always struggling to materialize into something the society would appreciate and accept. But it wasn’t about that, I was who I was. I considered myself an artist. I loved art, music and sex, why? Because I could indulge in these things freely, I bore no prejudice, no judgments, but endless freedom when I indulged. No one liked me, even considered me. Except a few boys who had just wanted to get into my pants, let’s face it, I was pretty, regardless of everything else. But with Royce Maxwell, it had been something completely, utterly different.
Basking in the afterglow of my clandestine affair, in the pale moonlight casting shadows on my face through the leaves, I lounged like an empress on the forest ground. What I had done just a few moments ago was beyond my wildest, most erotic fantasy. I had felt it all, all the energy, the intensity erupting inside me, like a thousand cannons being fired at the same time, I had experienced it just the way I had imagined, with the right person. Would I regret it in the future? Yes! I regretted it that very moment but it was like guilty pleasure. No! Not guilty, because I did it knowingly. I had indulged, in the wrong thing. I always did.
Lydia Carmen, I was the most mystical girl in college, I still can’t help it. I was always exposed to temptations, I always indulged in the wrong, most clandestine, sinful and immoral things and I did it knowingly. But what else could I do, it’s the only way I managed to live with myself. Indulgence, if I didn’t let myself go, if I didn’t loose myself in something, I would go crazy. It was very hard to live with the type of person I was, a cast out, always struggling to materialize into something the society would appreciate and accept. But it wasn’t about that, I was who I was. I considered myself an artist. I loved art, music and sex, why? Because I could indulge in these things freely, I bore no prejudice, no judgments, but endless freedom when I indulged. No one liked me, even considered me. Except a few boys who had just wanted to get into my pants, let’s face it, I was pretty, regardless of everything else. But with Royce Maxwell, it had been something completely, utterly different.
