Ok, I tried something different than I originally intended for this assignment. I'm not at all sure if it worked, but that's why I'm here...to see what works and what doesn't when my words get tossed about. I cannot believe how nervous I am! Oh well, here goes.

All about the perfect first time, as seen through the trappings of a telephone call.


Lost in Conversation

“Hello? Hey, Mom. No, it’s okay. I’m just unpacking from the trip is all. It was a great weekend. Yes, that place up the coast that Laura heard about.”

To have you all to myself, little one, here with me, for the first time, is such a gift. This is just the beginning for us. We will explore together and discover our passions. We will find paradise in each other. Come to me, my love. Let me lead you to the place where we both crave to dwell.

“Mostly, we just hung out at the beach. It felt so good to forget the pressure of school and exams for a little bit. Laying in the sun always works for me.”

Look at you! Nothing has ever looked so beautiful as you like this. The sunlight falls like liquid gold over your body, pet. Your blonde locks fall over your shoulders as if they are the waves washing onto the shore. The ocean depths are to be gazed upon in those bewitching green eyes. And your lips, a ghrá, so luscious there on the landscape of your face, created to be molded against mine in this eternal kiss.

“We also took a couple side trips to some nearby towns. Just drove around until we saw a place that looked fun. Found a couple interesting shops to wander around in. I know. We were lucky not to get lost.”

Open for me, my love. You will find yourself, find where you belong. Never again will you feel lost or lonely, without a compass to find your way. I will be your guide for every step down this path we will travel. If you stumble, I will catch you. If you waver, I will pull you back on course. I will not allow you to lose your way along this journey. I am now your destination.

“And I did manage to get some time to visit the botanical gardens while I was there. Spent a few hours just strolling around the place. I might take a class in botany next semester. Oh, just a developing interest really."

’He that dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose.’ Remember when I had you read Anne Brontë, darling one? It was in hopes of this moment, when I could trail this perfect red rose over your body and see the brilliant contrast. How beautifully the color on the petals stands out against the backdrop of your pale flesh. But not just for this image did I have your take in those words. My wish is that you learn my mind, my passions. And they are, in many ways, just the same as this perfect rose I trace along the curves of your flesh…so very beautiful, yet studded with dangerous thorns. Ah yes, my pet, feel what the stunning combination of beauty and destruction does to a body and mind.

“They really did have such pretty gardens there. The rose gardens were absolutely gorgeous, but I really do have a fondness for them…thorns and all. And after this trip, I know I’ll never look at a rose in quite the same way again.”

The scent of you on this rose is fiercely intoxicating, my angel. And your blood glistening as glitter here on these petals tastes just as sweet as any wine. Your mind, your body, your soul all a bountiful feast in which I long to indulge over and over again. Every part of you will cry out for me and I will always be here to take in each delicious utterance. Oh, I smell your fear, slut. It makes your pain that much more exquisite to behold. Breathe in the power of this moment. Embrace it all and keep it close. Let our coming together overwhelm every part of you. Your very soul branded now by me. There will more firsts for us. But never
one…
like…
this...

“Sorry, Mom? What was that? No, just a little distracted for a minute. Oh, yes. I’m sure I’ll go back up that way soon. I just didn’t get enough the first time.”