Come to my beckoning call. Drink from my water's mouth. Whisper words of passion. Tempt me with touch. Lay me down on my mother's earth. Show me the ways of man. We move to the dance as old as time. Cries of passion carrying on the night's sky Entwine us body and soul; For when the dawn breaks, We must part, For this is a forbidden love.

Come over here darling. Buy me a drink. No-no. My eyes are up here. Shall we dance, and talk. No you mustn't grab my ass. Yes, whisper in my ear. Come over here darling. Let’s go to your place. No-no. Let the lady lead. You will enjoy. Shall we tumble in the sheets. Share hot passionate kisses. Exploring each other bodies. taking it slow. Or? Do we share hot passionate kisses. While stripping each other. Creating our own...

I was a young teen, only sixteen, and I was forced to attend a party thrown by one of my mother's dearest friends. It was a dull party, celebrating her tenth marriage to yet another man of wealth. The party was being held at the home of the poor bastard that had married her. It was getting late at night, people were getting drunk, passing out, or slipping off for some "adult time." I was not entertained by the events goin...