Long /Burn ~ Passionate Desires


It had been so long… It felt like it had been so long since she’d answered the compulsive need to leave the house, find someone – male, female who cared? – and let the burning internal fire take her to a place like no other. She longed for it, for the surge of power she experienced in the throes of passion. Nothing compared to the heat of desire; it was something deep, unpredictable and it washed over her like some waterfall of fire, compelling her to answer it.

She would have lied if she said she didn’t enjoy that free fall. And she willingly admitted that she didn’t care about her partner’s pleasure. It didn’t matter so much as hers. It was about the uncontrollable urges she felt. They burnt deeply and even when the bright fire of pleasure and orgasm was subdued, it left smouldering ambers that required little to burn anew. They could call her whatever they wanted, it didn’t weigh on her mind. She was self-centred when it came to the passionate desires of lust. She was what she was.

It was long though… at least a week before she’d gone out and found a prey. That was what they were, wasn’t it? Prey to her wants. Few resisted; she was what she was. So many souls offered willingly though unknowingly. What’s a soul? And really the fires of hell were little different from the burning flames of Lust… The most delightful of sins. Why would anyone wait for long before they indulged in it?

@scolpron2016

It’s a response to multiple prompts:
– Linda G Hill stream of consciousness prompt Long
– Kirsti Simpson Saturday Six Minute challenge
– the Daily Post writing prompt Burn

Image is Lust by dahlig on DeviantArt

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Now that thought sounds scintillating 😉
    I would like to invite you to my blog party that’s taking place as we speak. It’s rocking and a lovely way to connect with other bloggers. Hope you can make it 🙂

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  2. RickisRoom says:

    She sounds like a fellow SA… What an intoxicating piece of poetry there

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    1. MyLovingWife says:

      Ah… I’m not sure what SA means but thank you very much for the compliment.

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