In Memory of a deceased- true, honest spirit:
Whispering Shadow
These stories come from the digital diary of a deceased unknown woman. Love’s deceitful laborer left a spirit trodden. This is one of the scores of secret passages I’ve found pertaining to her mysterious life. She was a sensual alluring creature- pure of heart. I unearth myself on a less traveled path to conclude her life’s undertaking. She wanted to empower women with the treasures of seductive sexuality. She erudition’s all women own sensual authority. Her goal was to bequeath wives, girlfriends, significant others; knowledge to thwart infidelity previous to an affair. Her seductive forthcoming casts a spell on my intellectual quintessence through ascertaining a hand’s written work.
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I have come to this world of courtesans’ where fantasy collides with reality through an exhilarating, rare passage. A woman trying to steal my only child away in hatred is what finally exhorted me into infernos of venerated nostalgia. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to shield my child’s future from obliteration. This is when I comprehended: A mother will do anything for her child.
In the early years of life, I was able to completely captivate a man’s heart, mind and soul with an ingenuous glance. The gifts of brilliant beauty and elegance allowed me to create bonds, which propelled a frolicking playground of knowledge, business, politics, sports, finance, global interests, entertainment and vivacious amusement through flirtatious accomplishments. These men were customarily older; nevertheless, absolute in beguiling wisdom. I attained immense gratification by transpiring into an astute protégée.
As I grew increasingly striking in essence, my mind grew hungry for erudition and my skin for insinuated entanglements of limbs entwined. My imagination feral sweltering with restless vehemence. I became acutely aware of my fashionable lure.
At the gentle age of 23, my world was traumatized when I was offered shadowy truths in a bequest gift of dynasty. Only, it wasn’t composed in a traditional ceremony. Over six hundred years of heritage wittingly bred me a courtesan. I was faced with thorny evaluations adhering to order or undertake intriguing uncultivated intimacies. I unassumingly let the blaze of fervor surmount- having yet to emerge.
I amusingly discovered an accomplished courtesan within. I swim an exhilarating rush of enthrallment savoring the men ushered into my underground world. Their senses sharp, heightened, and entirely pleased. For a moment, they escape the realities of daily routine to relish the nectar.
I find an indescribable significance completely gratified by this small, enchanting piece of my reality. By allowing me to indulge their fantasies, I’m adroit showering sumptuous offerings upon their minds, spirits and flesh.
Warmly,
Me
