The world turns, Autumn’s leaves lie soaked and heavy on the cold ground, breaking down, going back to earth.  She revels in the clean clear cold morning air, sharp, raw, invigorating.  The early morning ritual of lighting the fire….raking over yesterday’s ashes to find the glow beneath, the heat to bring life to her bundle of twigs and eucalyptus leaves. Smoke drifts, filling the cold rooms with the scent of forests, and within moments her thoughts float above the smoke, remembering…..remembering him.

Excerpt from “Breaking Taboos”, an Erotic Fantasy