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I started this journal when I was younger.

When I was a naive girl with a heart wide open to all the possibilities of

and love.

I believed the fairy tale.

The prince charming on the white horse.

Now that I'm a young woman, my heart knows better.

Knows the truth, in fact.

that there have been so few princes in my life.

There have been many men.

They've passed through my life like leaves on the wind, resting a while,

then off on the next good breeze.

Many men

Much

confusion Until

Richard

Richard

My oldest friend from childhood

The boy next door.

My first kiss.

He knows me.

My body.

Familiarness with my flesh is eerily magical.

He knows my every need.

How and where to touch me.

How soft.

or hard.

To embrace just the right place and the right time to

intensify his movements.

To allow me to give myself over with complete surrender to my own passions.

Passions he seems not to have.

And my heart breaks for the want of it.

Thank you.

Hmm. Hmm.

mmm mmm

Richard! Richard, look!

Quick! What's up? Gosh, it's a letter from King Publishing.

I hope it's not another rejection.

It's a good story, Melissa.

Gosh. Yeah, so were all the others.

It's from Simon King himself.

I don't understand.

He doesn't want to publish my story.

But he wants me to write something else.

Like what?

I don't know.

He doesn't say.

It was a very nicely written story, Miss Bliss.

And Alyssa.

What impressed me the most was your erotic quality of your romantic

Have you thought of writing erotica?

Dirty stories?

Not dirty.

Erotic.

Elegant, sensual prose.

I didn't know you published that sort of stuff.

I don't.

But I have a friend who collects the original erotica.

And he would pay you quite well.

I don't even know if I could write erotic prose.

I think you could.

Why don't you think about it and let me know.

Okay, mister?

I can't write about sex.

Who the fuck does he think I am, Maxwell Hunt?

You love his books.

Yeah, he's brilliant.

But he's a man.

He has that male force.

I can't write about sex the way he does.

Signing change.

Didn't go to Maxwell Hunt.

He came to you.

The Girl in the Mirror by Annalisa Bliss.

He was the master of a grand estate.

A self -made millionaire on his way through Nevada to purchase a ranch or

He had everything money could buy.

But at the moment, the thing he wanted most was a toilet.

He ordered his chauffeur to pull off the road at the first available place.

As fate would have it, the first available place was Madame Mimosa's

He used their facilities, thinking he would make a hasty exit and get back on

the road.

But something caught his eye and held him there.

Something so extraordinary seemed out

of place in a place like this.

In the center of the room, he saw an exquisite creature

clad in a man's white

formal shirt.

Black bow tie.

Black stockings and jet black lingerie.

Seated before a mirror.

Enraptured in her own image.

Like narcissists before the fall.

He'd bite on the girl.

And her reflection in the glass.

He watching her.

She watching herself, pink glistening flesh framed

by black fabric, the image changing with each touch

of her fingers, fanning out, tucking in,

grinding down in tandem.

There we go.

I'm a big fan of yours.

You have me confused with somebody else.

No. Simon showed me your Girl in the Mirror story.

I think it's very good.

You'll have many fans one day.

From your mouth to my ears.

How long have you been writing?

Since I was six.

Poetry and stories.

At the age of ten, I started a journal.

Still writing it every day.

And you?

I didn't write a word till I was 20.

Let's go find our stuff.

We locked ourselves away in Simon's study.

And talked till the sun came up.

He has a wife named Jane.

Off traveling with her sisters.

I told them about Richard.

Of course.

And then we tried to keep our distance.

I was electrified by his presence.

When did you get back?

A half an hour ago.

What are you working on?

Some story ideas.

So, how was your party last night?

It was okay.

Maxwell Hunt was there.

Did you meet him?

Yes.

Simon showed him one of my stories.

He liked it. He wants to help me.

You're a housewife in Tooliesville.

Why should he want to help you?

He thinks I'm talented.

He's interested in my work.

Are you sure it's just your work he's interested in?

Don't be a silly dick.

It's purely professional.

Besides, he's married.

So this is where it all happened.

Fanstone, Anatomy of Compassion.

And are there real clubs like the one in Fanstone?

Where they have live sex on stage?

And the main character in the story?

Sex performer?

Did you know her in real life?

Yes.

You were the character in the story.

Her lover.

You rescued her.

That's right.

I'm jealous.

Good.

It was sudden.

Like thunder on a dry desert night.

Such overwhelming passion.

It's booming.

Daggering.

and complete.

Like lightning, it stunned me,

leaving me

breathless and vulnerable.

And in my openness, I was nourished.

You are so beautiful, I heard him say through my lust -clouded brain.

And I wanted the whole world to know it.

stole the breath from my being.

Our bodies coming together is the hammer.

Mine, the anvil.

This intensity of feeling and motion

is new to me.

Scorching fulfillment returning it

I

Wanted

to

deep within me.

A consuming flame that merged the two of us into a blaze

fed by feelings warm and dormant in me.

Where had I been hiding this raw, unbridled inferno of passion?

I clung to him, relishing the softness of his sweat.

Inhaling the scent of mingling lust.

I held it all inside.

Nothing escapes me.

Not the softest moon.

slightest catch of breath.

I hoarded it like a miser, stealing it from him

and doling it out again in small doses.

My mind reeled at the terrifying thought that I might have missed this

entirely.

Spending the rest of my existence freezing to death

when my body and soul had been entombed.

Oh, no.

Oh my God.

she like?

Jane?

Complex.

Generous.

Everybody loves her. You would too.

No, I won't.

I hate her.

Well, hi.

Because she has you.

When's she coming back?

Two weeks from tomorrow.

We have time.

We saw each other often during those weeks.

We made love and fell in love.

Once I had known Maxwell's touch, I could barely tolerate sex with Richard.

But he was my husband, my family, my

friend.

I couldn't deny him.

So I split in two.

He worked my body while I worked my mind.

She'd taken the modeling assignment.

as a dare to herself.

She had avoided this type of exposure for a reason.

Her image.

The young, fresh -faced, modern girl.

But she had recently discovered that newer, fresher faces were stealing away

big money shoots.

So she swallowed her pride and her innocence.

and plunged headlong into this new experience.

She began with a brave front, never having been with a woman before,

but the other model guided her along until she found her inhibitions

melting away.

The lively brunette teased and toyed with her.

And the added excitement of the man capturing each intimacy with his camera

her blood heat up and run faster.

The ever -present lens, the world's eye eagerly intruding on such

delicious actions, urged her on, prompting her to take chances and

explore the other model's body.

With the same curiosity she'd explored so many men.

She found it to be sweet fruit.

That savory flesh.

And she discovered how much she enjoyed it.

Giving it.

Getting it.

The heat of the sun on her bare flesh.

the heat in her body radiating into her breasts and loins, the

slap and flicker of a woman's tongue on her most sensitive of flesh, giving her

thrilling sensations no man had made her feel before,

the touch and scent of a woman in raw heat,

the tremors that race through very nerves,

igniting her like never before it was bliss

Oh, what a shot.

Alright, good night, alright.

Action.

Pretty small.

There you go.

Perfect.

Oh, that is so nice.

Oh, God, yeah.

Pretty smile, pretty.

Beautiful.

Oh, yes.

Finger, finger dig the side, yeah.

Oh, do that.

Oh,

yeah.

I'm going to do that in front of you.

Follow me, baby.

Yeah, perfect.

Oh, yeah, that's it, again.

That's how you do it.

Yeah.

Perfect. Oh.

That's pretty good.

That's pretty good.

That's

good.

Pose yourself just like that.

You need a little finger in there, baby?

Perfect.

Just like that. A lot of attitude. Looking good. You're doing good.

Oh,

this is too good, ladies. This is too

good.

I'm rolling.

Action, everybody.

How's this look?

Oh, that's good stuff.

Pretty face right here.

A lot of emotion.

Yeah.

That's really pretty.

Yeah, perfect.

Oh, she's good.

So how's it coming down there? Are we having fun?

Mm -hmm.

All right.

Because we are definitely taking notes here.

Nice.

You can get shot right here. Just the tongue on the clip right here. Just

Just like, oh, perfect.

Oh, God, yeah.

Yeah, pretty small, pretty small.

just like I was talking about, just like that.

Just like

pretty face.

Put your fingers in, yeah.

Oh, come

on.

Yeah, perfect.

Change it up and be right behind.

There you go. You're getting nice and wet.

Perfect.

All the way. There you go. Sweet.

That is so nice.

I got you both right here. Nice little arch, baby. Nice little arch. Yeah.

Yeah, that's it. That's it. That's it.

Arch your back, Chan.

Get right out there.

Arch in the back. There you go, baby. Looking good.

Playing with yourself.

This is excellent, Annalisa. I think it's the perfect mix between class and

crass. I think your client will love it.

Will I ever meet this client?

No. I think you should just take the money and run.

Thank him for me.

I will.

We will publish your stories someday.

Maybe when you have enough to fill a book.

That would be nice.

You have to rush off so soon.

I have some people coming by for dinner tonight. I was hoping you could join us.

I should get going.

You know that Maxwell will be here tonight.

I don't think I'm dressed for the occasion.

Well, upstairs there is a... Closet full of dresses.

You can find something you like.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Annalisa.

Annalisa? Maxwell.

You look good in all these.

Thank you.

Aw, this must be Annalisa.

So nice to meet you, dear. I've heard so much about you.

I'm just so glad that you were here while I was away.

You're so helpless without me.

I sat across from Jane and watched her every move.

She was always in control.

Animated.

Entertaining.

She was too sweet, too pretty, too bright.

I hated the woman.

I wanted to see her splayed out across the table like a pig with an apple in

mouth.

As the evening wore on, she became more overbearing, more demanding.

She bossed Maxwell around as if he were a day worker or a slave.

Then a terrible thought struck me.

Did he like her this way?

Was this the Lady Lola from Anatomy of Passion?

Had he patterned that character after his own wife, Jane?

Maxwell wrote of Lady Lola with her long, lavender -scented legs

forming an arc over the mortified young monk.

This would be his rite of passage.

He might survive.

He might not.

Are you okay with your cough already?

Yeah?

Yeah.

That's

it.

Like that?

Sticking that tongue all over my pussy.

Yeah.

I'm playing with that cock.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

that's it.

Oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

Oh,

that's it.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, suck it.

Oh, fuck, yeah, right there. Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, right there. Oh, God, that's so good.

Oh, right there. Oh,

maybe. Yeah, God.

Oh, yeah,

oh

with you now.

How's that cock?

Is that cock getting nice and hard for me?

Oh, yes it is.

Oh, it's hard as a fucking rock.

Yeah? You want that?

You think you've earned it?

Yeah, I'm putting that cock inside me

You want it? Stand up.

I would not do that.

However, I will let you up and sit.

Yeah, it's a little hot.

Hot breath breathing in it.

You can't have the mouth.

However, you can have the pussy.

Think you got it wet enough?

Yeah. Do a nice nasty tongue down between my thighs.

Yeah.

Show me one.

Yeah.

Oh,

that's it.

Oh, nice fucking hard cut.

Going deep in and out of my fucking pussy.

Yeah.

You want it? Yeah. Here.

You want it? Want that pussy?

Yeah. Okay, nice. Okay.

Here.

Softly. Hard.

Softly fucking hard.

Oh, and the pleasure is that pussy's so good.

Yeah.

And, oh, make it come.

Make my fucking pussy come.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. That's it.

Oh, baby.

Like that pussy?

Yeah. Just want that pussy, don't you?

Just craving that pussy.

Yeah.

Oh.

Yeah. Just for pleasure.

Yeah.

Just for my fucking pleasure.

Just for pleasure, my sweet pussy.

That's it.

Yes.

That's what you're good for.

Pleasure in me.

Giving it to me.

Oh, fuck.

That's it. Fuck that pussy.

Watch your cock go in and fucking out. Yeah.

Yeah. So fucking nasty.

Yeah.

Yeah. I'm going to move up just a tad.

Okay. There you go.

There you go.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, your cock's getting awfully for my pleasure.

Yeah.

Does that look good? Yeah?

Yeah, does that look good?

Oh, you should look at it after you've fucked it.

After you've gotten it all fucking wet.

Burying your face in between my thighs.

Yeah. Yeah, you should.

Yeah. Oh.

Like that?

Yes, I feel good.

Yeah, it does.

Because you're so funny.

Yeah. Oh, that's it.

Oh, I do love it.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

That is why you are here.

It's to please me.

You just want that pussy, don't you?

Just pray for that pussy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Just for pleasure.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe you should look at it again.

Maybe you should drop it and look at it again.

Oh, that's it.

That's it.

Oh, yeah.

You just want that pussy, don't you?

Yeah. Just craving that pussy.

Yeah.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck me.

You'll fucking come on my boots.

Yes, you will.

You'll fucking stroke that cock.

You'll fucking come all over my fucking boots.

Come on.

That's it.

That's it.

On my boots.

Yeah.

There you go.

Oh, yeah.

Nice, big, creamy, hot cock.

Oh, that's it.

Rub it in. Rub it in. Rub the head in. Nice. Oh, yeah.

Be nasty, man.

Yeah.

Simply for the fucking pleasure.

But now I can see.

Annalisa?

Love me.

It's late.

Where have you been?

At Simon's.

He's going to publish a book of my erotic stories.

That's terrific.

I had to see Maxwell, talk to him.

Jane was no longer a phantom wife.

She was real.

And I was disoriented by her presence.

I had to know Maxwell still loved me, that I had a place in his life.

Maxwell?

Maxwell? Max!

Hi. How are you?

It's good to see you again.

I was just driving by and I thought... Okay, you don't have to explain.

Max will be back in a couple of hours.

I had to get rid of him so I could get this place cleaned up.

Wow.

You're so beautiful.

And talented.

You know, Simon showed me your story.

But the girl in the owl.

So wonderful.

I don't have much talent myself.

Everybody has some talent.

Not me.

I just want to make Maxwell happy.

Keep him that way.

I feed him well and I keep, you know, everything clean. But you, you've got it

all.

It's no wonder he loves you.

If I were him, I think I'd love you too.

What do you mean?

He loves you, Annalisa.

And it's okay.

I'm not enough for him, and I never have been.

I just want him to be happy.

And I'm glad it's you.

Are you the same woman I met last night?

Yeah, I bark a little when I drink.

It goes to my head that I'm some kind of general or something.

I didn't scare you, did I?

Lovely.

There's something about her that just makes you want to... Take care of her?

Yeah.

It's a vulnerability I find very attractive.

I don't know if I could be like that with the man I loved.

Generous enough to keep loving him, knowing that he loved another woman?

Love has no limitations, Annalisa.

People have limitations.

Jane knows I don't love her any less just because I love you, too.

I'd like you to know that as well.

If she was to walk up on us right now, would you panic?

I don't think so.

I'd embrace her.

We meet.

We touch.

We mark each other like dogs marking a tree.

The dogs marking the trees.

And what was unacceptable yesterday is welcome today.

Life is such a gift.

Always a box within the box.

Another surprise.

Another curiosity.

Another story.

What shall I call this one?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh,

yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Oh,

yeah.