Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:10:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: anne gentry <sable197903@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dark Eden

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Presents

Dark Eden
Copyright 2005 by Rene.

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characters and descriptions are purely fictitious.



ADAM

I went back out to Jay, leaving her sleeping on the grooming table. Looking
back wistfully, wishing that I could sleep next to her. The sexual tension
I was feeling was tighter than a knot inside me. I wanted her, and right
now. However, waiting, and especially now that it was so painful, made the
craving sharper and more poignant. Jay was sitting on the couch, and
sipping from a glass of a really nice chardonnay that he had opened
earlier. The bottle was on the table, where I could see the bright
California label.  I sat down across from him. Waiting for him to speak.

"That woman is incredible."

I grinned at him. I knew what he meant. I had never met anybody like her
either. Anne seemed to spend most of her life searching for profound
sensation, and when it worked out for her, she was happy as hell. Even when
it didn't work out for her, she said she learned something from it. That
was something extraordinary. I enjoyed her company, even when we weren't
playing. Wish I had realized what I had when she first crawled through
Jon's door.

"She's in love with you."

"I know that."

I did too. She enjoyed looking at me. Respected me, because I could take
it. The same amount that she could. I had spent my time on my knees, the
same way that she had. It was exciting to her. Whenever I did something to
her hot body, she wondered if I had done the same thing, and enjoyed it as
much as she did. It put an edge on her pleasure.

"She's not expecting anything though, she thinks I am Gay."

I grinned at that. I was probably the only true bi-sexual that I knew. I
didn't feel that the sex of a person was a good reason to decide whether or
not you should love them I loved Jay, and I loved her too. She was like a
female counterpart of myself. It was fun to be with her.

I adjusted the erection that I still had. Thinking about her had made it
bigger. That was okay, because eventually I would get to relieve
it. Danielle was coming, and she would make the show worth the
watching. She was excellent.

I was remembering my life before all this, after the divorce, when it had
just been Jay and myself in this house. I hadn't even been really upset. I
didn't miss Phoebe all that much.  We had been used to each other, but it
wasn't any deeply felt or even a very real emotion. I wanted her to be
happy, but whether she was or not, didn't have any real bearing on my own
happiness. I was fine, and happy, with Jay.

I had things to do and people to see. People that enjoyed my company and
wanted to be with me. I became a living breathing human being and I learned
so much. I learned that I could have fun in almost any setting. A coffee
shop. A bar.  I could have fun anywhere, and I did too. My whole attitude
changed.

I was happy. I had Jay's undivided attention, and he had some truly
interesting ideas. He had a really good imagination, and I completely
benefited from being the most recent recipient of his lusts.

It was he that took me to the bondage show at Nocturne. The one where I met
Traci. He had told me to stay close to him.  My submissive status was quite
obvious, and I was kind of offended.

"You don't own me, Jay."

"Look, you don't want to be free meat in here, so just do what I tell you
to do."

The club was packed, and from the variety of the equipment being brought
in. I could think he maybe had a point.  This place was a humanity
potluck. Tall, short, thin, fat. In leather.  In satin. In ripped Levis
with custom studwork.  Tuxedos.  Carrying whips, and walking with the thin
bamboo canes, that cut so sharply into flesh. It had the dark friendly
elegance of a neighborhood pub. Everybody knew everybody else.

It was as I was talking to an adorable little transvestite, contemplating
running my hands up under that tight leather skirt and fucking the shit out
of her, that I spotted the elegant woman watching me from across the
room. That had been Traci, assessing me for erotic potential or
violence. Whatever her look was, it immediately sent the blood pumping into
my dick. She wandered over, and when Jay got done introducing us. If she
had asked me to bark like a dog, I would have done it. Her look was full of
sexual promise, and the lady herself had never disappointed me. I tried to
do as she did. She was my example.

I wasn't disappointed a few moments later when the doorbell rang. Danielle
stood there, with one of her friends, and she carried a small satchel. She
was smiling.