Let's play a game he said.
And I agreed.
He called it possession and the possession was me.
Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me.
I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again.
It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. 
It's lust. 
That's what Mr. Arizona means.
Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession.
Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. 
To be possessed by him.

Forbidden Desires

She entered to the first sounds of music, the sweet symphony of a ballad she scarcely recognized, as the images swirled to recite an unfinished story. 


“It’s a story of a maiden that sat by the pillars of the Notre dame. 


Years ago, she travelled in time as she touched the cracks of the Notre dame to Versailles before the Eiffel tower was ever built and the great walls shone with Aristocratic romance and endless money that flowed between their light knit gowns as their bosoms strained teasing their men into a lustful frenzy. 


She stood there at the very edge of the water – bay, whose name she scarcely knew as the red waves rippled through the hollow cries of a girl standing the very abyss of the darkness, she had unleashed upon them. The maiden watched as the girl walked to the wall of Notre dame and write under the scribble that Hugo once found. 


Chapter 103