Written By Phalen

The town was looking like it was being brought back to life with each carefully guided renovation. My creativity was at an all time high with everything I was a part of. The newly transformed Cultural Arts centre from the abandoned church was taking amazing shape. The area around it was being reborn as well into a thriving gathering spot. From the talk I overheard from the townsfolk that spot was something that had carried a dark and painful secretive past. Nobody not even children really ventured into that area till I had made bids to change it into something the town needed.

I had inherited a lot of money from a tragedy in my life and it felt right in investing it into something that will help others to grow and heal. The town felt relief to see life reform something empty and grotesque into something alive with beauty. The building was now shaped like an oriental gold fish it’s mouth opening held a huge multicoloured mural glass window. Just bellow the window were the doors leading into the building. By the front of the doors was a sculptured statue of a beautiful nude woman lying by a pool of water with Lilly pads.

Water poured over her hand which held a Lilly flower in her cupped palm. Her body seemed to vanish into the ground as her hair seemed to cover her like flowering vines. The statue was part of a fountain that seemed to make the woman appear alive somehow. Her gaze was focused on the swirling Lilly in her hand. I was transfixed on everything about her since I was the one who carved her into existence. Every nude curve traced over with my eyes made me relive her birth over and over. My naughty little secret placed a slight mischievous smile onto my face. My reference material for her nude body came from my mental image of Sorsha’s. I sighed happily at the memory. In the air I could almost smell her presence.

I headed out on foot to the beachfront with some of my sculpting tools. I usually head out there to find some peaceful time to reflect and relax. For the past few months I had been consumed with the task that is near completion with the new building on its way to being commemorated. At the beach I would form the sand into small sculptures of whatever amused my mind. I would then feel refreshed in watching the salt water consume the artwork and leave a wet smoothed over impression of my labour. I toiled hard at building a simple bloomed rose this time. I used white dry sand to show the whiteness of the petals while I used seaweed to form the stems. I was just about done when a scent came to my nose that made me perk up from my work. I then noticed a shadow moving over my sand and as I looked up my soul did an inner leap for joy.

“So here is were you hide out,” Sorsha voiced amusedly. I looked deeply at her. The wind slightly blew through her dark brown curly hair. The hem of her white dress danced lightly around her bare ankles. Her feet nakedly showed painted toenails. She walked down the small embankment towards me. The beach area I chose was very secluded down a long way from the town. “Well it calms my spirit and refocuses me,” I answered and continued, “I have been so busy lately that I can’t remember my own name.” The soft clouds floated across the sky in a silent performance above us. “You also can’t remember a date,” she said as we finally embraced. I looked at her confused then remembered her request for a portrait. “But I thought we both had agreed to hold off on the sessions till the CA centre was complete?” She greeted my confusion with a small sweet laugh and answered me, “Yes…. but since the centre is nearly complete I thought that arrangement could be moved forward to today…since today is Thursday.”

I looked down at my Rose as the tide was slowly creeping up at my offering. She took my hand and said, “Well also there is something I want to show you first.” A slight blushing grin came to my face, “I have no desire to argue with what you think is best…Lead the way.” As we walked away from the beach I noticed that through the near by woods was a view of her home. I did not realise that I had ventured out so far and in the same area where she lived. This place seemed to play tricks like that though I dismissed it in my mind as somehow just lucky coincidence. She led me into the woods and up a path that seemed to be naturally made. We stopped at a small open spot that looked high over a cliff embankment to the rocky water down below. The trees and vines all around us seem to hug and hold a small sanctuary opening. At the very edge was a flat boulder rock looking much like an Alter.

“This is where I go to think and calm my spirit,” she explained as her hand brushed the rock surface gently and methodically. We both sat on the soft comfortable earth that was covered in pine needles and leafs. The ground had hints of green lushness peaking through the blanket of new fall. Everything seemed to be taking on a presence of a changing season. Coolness took the air that confirmed a slumber would soon take the land. “This place somehow carries a feeling of an ancient spirit…But I am sure that sounds stupid,” I said trying not to feel as though I couldn’t carry an intelligent conversation. “It isn’t stupid, because you’re right in that feeling,” she answered with a most pleased tone.

We both started to shiver a little as our conversation turned to our thoughts on spirituality that we seemed to hold a lot in common with one another. I wrapped my body around hers to hold in the warmth. We seemed to finish each other’s thoughts so clearly on our beliefs. It made me feel less alone and at that thought the sky gave a rumble of thunder. A storm was slowly moving in.

She grabbed my arms and held them tightly around her as she arched her head back onto my shoulder and let her breath touch me. I shivered a little but definitely not due to the cold. Her heat sent sensual vibes through out my mind and body. She began to kiss me like rain drops blessing my neck, face, and lips. Our bodies seemed to turn and twist and form a bond. I found myself lying on the ground with her straddling me, and our faces lunged into a passionate need to be devoured by our lips taste. My hands felt possessed by her forceful figure. She enjoyed my playful touch like a purring kitten. Her body seemed to dance to sacred secretive music. I was drunk from her taste and smell. She gasped and moaned as my fingers discovered her nipples presence pressing through her dress. She took my hand and brought it to her lips and sucked and kissed them like a hungry lioness.

I felt her heat grow between her legs. “I am so lost by you,” I whispered to her gazing deep-pooled eyes. “You are found by me and I shall not let you get lost,” she smiled down at me. “Promise?” I asked a bit more seriously than I wanted to sound, but then I gave her a wink. She gently took my hands and placed them over her heart. I could feel her beating pulse and it seemed to mimic mine. “I promise my sweet artist…I promise forever,” she pledged with such a glow about her that I felt it bless my whole being.

The rain from the sky started to drop upon our skin soaking and cooling our heat. It distracted our attention from one another as we both laughed at the timing. I looked at my watch and noticed that I had to go. The art gallery design had to be reviewed by the Architect for final inspection. Somehow Sorsha knew I was now far off mentally. The mood now lost in work. “Go and do what you must, but tonight your time is owned by me,” she said with a commanding tone that brought my full attention to her lips. She pulled me to her in a kiss that sealed my fate to hers.

The time was 7:20pm and knowing that she was going to arrive in 10 minutes made me pace. My apartment was basically a lofty attic room with a huge window overlooking the park across the street where I would often take the school children to draw from nature. My drawing desk overlooked it usually but tonight it was pulled back to allow a single antique cushioned chair to take its place. I checked over my materials and tools to see if everything was ready. My cat Vincent purred loudly on my bed. He adopted me as his owner a month or two ago. I kind of liked having a furry companion around. The full moon’s light shone in like a theatrical spot light. I turned on some music to distract my mind, but to no avail as a knock came to my door. “Just a moment,” I replied as I did a quick glance over everything one more time and rubbed my hands together in my need to focus.

I opened the door and to my surprise Madam Betsey Ester shuffled through the door. “Just dropping off some clean towels for ya sweetie.” She was the kind little old innkeeper and landlady to the building. I did favours for her every so often to help maintain the building. I fixed leeks and repaired this and that. “Thanks Betsey,” I replied trying to keep my voice from sounding disappointed and impatient. “Oh by the way…Mrs. Mayweather gave this to me a short while ago.” She said handing me a letter and package. “She told me to tell you not to open the package.” and with that said Ester shrugged her shoulders in response to my inquiring look. She smiled and hummed a small sweet tune as she left me to my humble room, clean towels, and curiosity.

It was now 7:28pm and so I quickly laid the package down on a nearby table and opened the letter with haste. Her scent was present on the paper as I unfolded it and read: I, Mrs. Sorsha K. Mayweather mayor of the town of Parsonage do hereby commission Robin R. Terri artist of the town of Parsonage. A portrait is to be created and added to the town hall for a historical record. Mayor Mayweather will make payment to the artist in installments to the agreed terms. Sincerely, Sorsha K. Mayweather

Agreed terms? I questioned with a smile. I wonder what the K stands for in her name? I was intrigued by the mystery when a knock came to my door. Looking up from the letter I placed it back in its envelope and gently laid it on the package. I opened the door just as Sorsha’s hand was coming up to knock again. “Perfect timing,” I said letting her enter my personal surroundings. She seemed to glow in the moonlight like a cherished memory. “I see you have received the contract and package.” She commented as she glanced lightly at the contents of my room. Her smell was filling my space and I was in the mood to howl with joy from it, but I kept my composure calm and collected.

“So what are the terms,” I asked with a smirk of amusement. She stopped and turned towards me. She looked me straight in the eyes that sent my insides into heavenly melt down mode. Outwardly I blushed modestly as my eyes took comfort in each inviting glance from her. “I will share that with you later.” as her eyes quickly took in the package on the table. I walked over to her and went to kiss her but she placed a finger to my lips and said, “First draw then we shall have payment.” I whimpered a sigh but my clever mind came to my lips rescue. “Well I am sure a Retainer will keep things professional.”

Before I could celebrate my wit she planted a kiss on me that shook my world. She was thirsting for my wet mouth. I was delighting in having her be a part of my physical being. I wanted so much everything right then and there. I felt like she was diving into my inner soul. Our lips parted but we remained embraced. Our breathing laboured happily by the exchange. Her lipstick was slightly smudged in a way that would give our actions away. She took fingers and gently rubbed off what she had left upon my face. She then left me for a near by mirror which hung over the kitchen area sink. The “kitchen area” consisted of a microwave, small fridge, and a sink with countertop. The sink was filled with odd empty paint jars and brushes.

Sorsha took out her well-used dark red lipstick and reapplied it slowly. It glided on her lips like sweet ice cream on a hot plate. My eyes took in her actions with artistic fascination. She gave me a quick wink in the mirror reflection as she finished her primping. “Where do you want me?” she asked casually. My mind moaned but my spoken answer kept me from being lost in it. “If you don’t mind I have set up a chair for you to pose in.” Her eyes took in the Chippendale antique as she walked over and touched its shape before making herself comfortably seated. Her legs crossed and hands laid together on her lap. Her attention was on the window and outside view. I went to the window and drew shut the shear linen curtains that gave no cover to the moon’s glow.

She watched me reflectively as I walked past her to my desk. My face showed an artist’s concentration. I sat down at my desk and grabbed my pencil and started to render quick rough lines. My eyes would peek up at her and take in like a camera her colour and physical definition. I was falling in love with each shade and characteristic of her. My hand played over the paper like a musician tuning their instrument before placing down a melodious stroke. I would change to a new piece of paper after I had completed a study of an area of her. Sweat took my face as I brought my eyes to hers. She looked at me with such a peaceful expression. I quickly changed media to use charcoal sticks. As messy as it was I needed to feel that I have captured her beauty.

She carried such a deep handsome sensual sexiness to her form that it made my eyes greedy. The music coming from my stereo set a mood that pumped my soul full of artistic lust. I was in love as an artist and as a sexual being. My hands were becoming lost in the black of the media and from Sorsha’s now amused expression I think I may have placed some on my face as well. I sighed as I rubbed my neck. I looked at my watch and noticed that we have been at this for nearly two hours. Dozens and dozens of sketch work laid haphazardly at my feet and all over. A cloud of charcoal dust hung over my desk. Sorsha got up and came over to me. Her hands rubbed my shoulders sweetly. She placed her lip to my ear giving it a light kiss as she whispered, “ One more sketch….One more for me and for you.” I looked up at her as she walked over and entered my washroom.

I rubbed my eyes and got up and took out a bottle of vintage scotch from the cupboard. I was in the process of pouring myself a glass when she emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing. Nothing at all but her makeup and a smile. Understandably I nearly lost my grip on the bottle. “Are you going to offer your guest anything?” Her lips spoke with a slight curled smile. One eyebrow raised in mischievous delight at my blushing open-mouthed look. My eyes wide with lustful desire I brought attention back to the bottle at hand and grabbed another glass. I poured her drink with quick concentration not to spill in my effort. She took the glass from my hand having our fingers meet. We drank our portions eagerly. Watching her drink her shot was impressive. She took it into her like it was sweet water. The moon was at such a height in the sky outside that it seemed to over take the low lighting in the room. It made her body emanate its sex.

She pushed away the chair and looked at a low long table against the wall. I went over to it and together we placed it where the chair once sat. She went over to my bed and pulled off my covers and brought them to the table. She arranged them and then climbed onto the table. She lay on her side that faced me with an expression of complete Zen as the sheets kissed her body like a flowering rose. “Do you need anything more to make you comfortable?” I asked as butterflies flew in my stomach. “I am ready for you to look at me as you draw….nothing more is needed.” Her eyes followed me to my seat.

My hands felt electrified as I took up my media and attacked the paper before me. She started to touch herself and quickly I realised that she was getting off on watching me draw. Her hands petted and rubbed her body. I fell into that zone that holds all artists in its grip when everything seems to speak to the soul deep within. She let a small lustful moan come out as she continued her caressive bodily exploration. I was sweating and breathing like I was running a marathon. She moaned and her eyes rolled back as she spread herself and touched her sensitive aroused feminine zone. I wasn’t even sitting in my chair anymore as I became so wild and bold in my rendering strokes. The look on her face wanted more. I moved quickly onto shaping and softening her drawn features till my fingers hurt. When I finished I fell back into my chair with my arms dangling at my sides shaking as I drew in air breathlessly. She was going at herself full force and I could not take watching anymore.

I rushed to her letting my lips find their play on hers as I climbed her. My hands left primitive charcoal markings on her bosoms. I was amused by it and she let me continue to mark her with my fingers at my hearts will. She grabbed my shirt and lifted it off me exposing my silk bra. I unhooked it and as it slid off, her hands welcomed my showing with a graceful familiar affection. I let out a heavy relieved sigh as I closed my eyes to take in her love. Our hands enjoyed what our body’s wanted and what our hearts pounded hard for. I tasted her lips and tongue again and again. She ran her nails against my back pulling me in. My hands cupped and stroked her head.

As we came up for air I got off the table and stripped myself of my remaining clothes. I walked over to the sink and washed my arms and hands thoroughly. She came to me and held me from behind as I worked at my nails. She kissed and nipped at my neck pressing her nakedness into me. Her nipples felt so hard that I got goose bumps feeling them contract harder against my back. I washed my face and then took a wet washcloth and whipped off what I marked on her. Water dripped down her and she let off small sighs of lustful joy. I dropped down the cloth and we then took up where we left off. I felt so dizzy and light headed with every exploring finger she placed on me. I led her to the stripped bed and let her spread her legs for me. I gave her puss a longing kiss and I quickly brought my mouth to hers as she licked and sucked at my lips. My fingers surprised her as they slipped quickly into the wet vagina giving it love. She cried her approval at my fingers insistence to have their way in fucking her sex. She convulsed and arched her body as her arms held tightly to me. “You are my addiction…You are my needs, wants, and desires!” I lustfully pronounced. With that she growled at me “So eat my lovely wetness till I say I am done!!”

I obeyed as she had her hands lead my face to her body’s feast. My tongue and mouth vibrated against her heated throbbing pussy as I worked hard to win vocal rewards from her. I was her pet and I was her body’s craving. She sung and moaned for me as the bed rocked to our beat. I soaked my face in her. My hands held and caressed her thighs as they shook violently. I led a hand to her clit, and she heaved hard as her face contorted in fierce felicity. Everything about her aroused vagina was gorgeous in colour and display. She was art in motion to my visual soul. Her orgasm was approaching as her head thrust back with her vocal wailing climax. My mouth welcomed her completed pleasure down into my swallowing throat. I crawled wearily up beside her wet body. I kissed her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me still shaking from my input. We softly kissed each other contently. My mouth enjoyed her flavour with a sigh. She stroked my face as we both let out a yawn. We fell asleep peacefully holding our bodies closely in each other’s arms.

I awoke with a start as Vincent had jumped not so gracefully onto the bed. He looked me over and meowed his need for attention. It took a second for my brain to clue into what happened last night. The bed was empty except for my fickle feline and me and I sat up quickly and looked around. I then heard water running from my washroom I got up and walked into the bathroom. She noticed me as I saw her tall naked form through the foggy glass shower door. “There’s enough room for a second body if you care to join me.” she said as her hands stroked her soap lathered hair merrily. Taking a deep breath I shook off a bit more of my sleepiness and opened the shower door to reveal her water soaked body.

She was beautifully soapy as she continuously lathered her fingers through her hair. I came inside standing in front of her as our breasts touched. I watched her arch herself under the flowing water as she rinsed out her hair, as the wetness seemed to transform her into a glowing goddess. She reached for the soap and a soft washcloth she began going over my body playfully and very thoroughly, as she knew my body like it was hers. Her arms and hands then wrapped themselves around my neck and she brought me under the streaming water. Never have I felt like such an object of deep appreciation like she was showing to me now. It was like she brought new life and colour to me with reach careful wash. The water blessed her actions and washed away all ugliness from my shape.

Our eyes kept comfort with each sweet glance. Her hand slowly let the cloth drop to the floor as she showed her wanting desire to touch my deep pussy. She had a look that said that she needed me to experience her feelings totally. I was very obliging in my response. “Oh yes my…uuuh…mine….mmmmy Sorsha!” I cried thrusting my back against the wall for support. My legs spread welcomingly as her eyes took in my expression of lustfulness. Her body engaged mine as her hands joyfully teased and drowned into me. I growled and moaned. She kissed and licked my cheek, neck, and with slow sensuous hunger made herself mistress to my breasts. Gladly my body shook and moved to her. I heard and felt music from our body’s play.

I looked at her drenched face as she laid her lips longingly sucking upon my bosom. My hands griped and rubbed her neck and shoulders. She brought her teasing hand away from my throbbing clit and she enjoyed placing my taste into her mouth. She then went down on her knees and proceeded to eat my pussy. Her tongue whipped and rubbed my lusted clit. I felt like a starved fiend had captured me. She had a grip on my ass that said don’t you dare back away from my want. It made words and incoherent thoughts escape my mouth. I grunted and wailed loud from the depths of my being. Everything flooded from me. My face felt the blood rush away as it surged my body’s finishing sexual call. It forced my back against the tiled wall as I shook every last ounce out of my sex.

“Mmmmmm… your taste delights me.” She whispered in a low soft tone as she patted my side. “I desire to do more for you.” I confessed breathlessly. My face flushed at the sweet sexy smile that crossed her face. Her eye gave me a wink as I helped her up and brought her into my arms. We finished our long shower and stepped out baptized lovers.

Watching her dress was a sight that made me sad yet giddy to have a chance to experience her again. I placed on a soft black terrycloth robe that had her looking mournful at loosing my naked sight that it made a naughty smile creep to my lips. A knock came to the door and I had no clue who it could be and felt scared to answer it. Sorsha however went to the door without hesitation and answered the persistent knock. Madam Betsey Ester was there behind a cart of covered food. She acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. “I brought ya some breakfast like you want it Sorsha dear.” Betsey smiled placing the cart in the middle of the room. I sat on my bed stunned as she and Sorsha conversed about the weather and small information like that. Betsey then turned to me “Deary you have better sit and eat your breakfast because you look like you need something.” She smiled at the both of us, and left the room closing the door behind her. My eyes went from the door to Sorsha as she met my wide-eyed gaze.

“She was my nanny when I a child.” she continued, “She is one I will always trust to know things and protect my confidences.” I accepted what was said and looked at her like she was a very complex image. “Is there anyone else?..Anyone who knows?” I inquired with a bit of urgency to my voice. “Sam and Betsey as you know and to some extent Gertrude and Gracie.” Her face began to hold a sadness and it made me feel like a heel for asking the question. I went over to her and she took me to her chest placing a kiss upon my forehead.

We ate our breakfast with light conversations of town business and ideas in renewing the township. As I watched her take in her last bite of syrup dripping pancake I daydreamed about a world that would accept things. “I need to head to work, but I hope that you remember to keep next Thursday booked for my portrait.” She wiped her mouth delicately. I gave her a wink of agreement as I sat back in my chair watching her actions in getting ready. I finally got up as I saw her head to the door. Our hands took hold of each other. She pulled me in to her as our lips sent our heart’s farewells. “Oh, I almost forgot…you may open the package now after I am gone.” And with that she left me breathlessly alone as she drifted out the door.

I took up the small package and sat on my bed to open it. As I took off the brown rapping I noticed that the box was made of polished stained wood. It was very antique looking with ancient scrollwork and silver vines rapping around the sides. I opened it at the latch and was surprised to see the blue handled dagger that I had noticed from Sorsha’s office. A note rested beneath it. I took it out and read: Sweet bird, I give this to you as a bond offering and as something that will protect you in the direst of circumstances. May you hold it close and be wise in use. Love, Sorsha

I closed the note back into the box and held the box tightly against me. I laid my head down onto my pillow; closed my eyes and made a wish.