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The Piercing Thorn Of Lust: Episode One

by Monty

Susan knew what the problem was. She knew all too well. If only they knew. If only they knew what was tearing her up inside

As she sat in the red leather arm chair, weighing up her options - god, how she wished this wasn't how she spent each of her lonely evenings of late - she heard a knock at the door

Her heart skipped a beat and her belly began dancing like a thousand pixies in joyous unison. As she approached the large oak door, she stopped to straighten her A-line skirt before taking a deep, hesitant breath

What was she doing? She knew she was in too deep, yet couldn't stand to stop now. It had gone too far. She opened the door

"Hello Susan"

Somehow, he looked even more sultry than he did the last time she saw him

"Somehow, you look even more sultry than the last time I saw you", she said

"Sssssh" he said, "don't speak"

He placed his finger over her mouth, and brushed her caramel hair away from her deep blue eyes

A kiss

Her knees buckled slightly under the crushing weight of pure lust. He brought his head back, with those eyes glistening as he searched her soul with a single glimpse

"Are you hungry" she asked, desperate to appear more in control than she ever could have been. "I've got some nice beef. I know how much you love beef"

He followed her into the kitchen, watching as her hips swayed like those of glamorous 50s movie star. She cut the beef, and placed it into his favourite red bowl. She watched as he devoured the meal, only pausing for some water which she had also poured

"You shouldn't have come here tonight" she said. "This is getting dangerous"

"I thought Colin was at work? And if you didn't want me here, why invite me over?"

He could see right through her. She was a hopeless liar, and even more hopeless when falling for his charms

"It's just not right, we both know it, it just needed somebody to say it. I have Colin, and you're with Molly"

"That bitch? Molly was never anything to me other than a stop gap. Molly and I don't have the same connection that we do, Susan. When we make love, when we dine together, when we go for long walks in the country - it's all amazing. Nothing compares to you. And Susan, things haven't been right with Colin and you for months. He doesn't know how lucky he is to have a woman of your fine social standing to sleep next to each night"

"Ha" she laughed, throwing her head back, "if only we did more than sleep"

"That's just it" he interrupted, "the sex between us is amazing, you can't deny that. I can take you to places Colin never will"

He was right. He was right about everything. About the sex. About Colin being at work. About her hips. But she still couldn't overlook the fact that what they were doing was illegal

"But that's just the thing. I'm a married woman with a fine social standing, and you're an alsation. What will people say?"

"Let them talk. We're pioneers, Susan. Just imagine. You can take me for walks every day down on the promenade, and then return home to a succulent beef dinner. We'll be the first cross dog-human relationship to come out in public. You'll be an inspiration to all dog lovers all over the world. They need a leader, Susan. Are you prepared to step up and take the lead?"

She looked at him. His eyes. His snout. And the slight fragments of beef left tangled in his whiskers. It was true. A dog this handsome could make her happy forever

To be continued...



  • Oh

    dear God

  • "Are you prepared to take the lead?"

    ... is my favourite line...
    But yes, 'Oh dear'.
    LOLarama!

    ** nice one.

    • I'm really...

      quite concerned about the internal machinations of your brain, Mister Salmon. Where did you get the inspiration for a story of love across the spieces barrier eh :o) I knew something wasn't right about you, I just knew it!!!

  • Sensational!

    An awe-inspiring piece of modern literature conveying the demented values of a decaying society. Susan, the protagonist of this story, is depicted as a soul struggling to break free from the shackles of self-inflicted relationship norms. An astounding insight into the psyche of a woman truly tormented by lust. Bravo!

  • It should be on the stage!

    well, well dearest dovey! You have a talent and the is for sure.
    At first i thought, quote 'Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation!'
    It reminded me of them old books which i think are from the 70's and are just pure cheese. All lovey and romance and sex which catholic house wives would read and dream their lives to be filled with such pleasures.
    I carried on reading this trash which then become no longer trash but pure beauty in written form.
    So the smell of piss faded and the thoughts behind my own eyes were now more...., quote, 'We are such stuff as dreams are made on.' (and yes it is on! not of, bloody on, get it!)
    So now i'm thinking dovey, i'm needed some material for a play and i really feel we could take this somewhere, so if we meet up sometime and talk this over a coffee or two, lets make that irish coffee and then we could be on to something, what do you say.
    what do you say to making everything red. Not just a red leather chair and bowl but everything just post box red, the actors could be painted in it from head to toe, oooo this is going to be a beauty.

    fellow worker, Meg.

  • aaaagggghhhh!!!!

    You have a talent and THAT is for sure! i'm sorry but it is not me, its this monster which has over taken my brain called dyslexia. So try and make sense of the rest of the mistakes yourself.

    • you have a small penis

      Remember when I wrote a story?
      That was rad.

      • lusty thorns

        sounds familiar to me...

      • No...

        It's not small. Rather big, in fact!

  • (L)

  • I have just re-read this installment with great amusement

    I am cannae wait for the next, which I am told, is about 10 seconds away...

    :)

    BRILLIANTLY composed.