" You think he'd be mad if he knew?" I bit my lip because I hadn't thought about it."Is you blind, or just stupid?" The old woman looked at me as she ...ut the bird in a pan. "That man ain't never had no use for catnip 'cept it was like yours." Catnip?" I gasped and giggled, and I wondered just how many different ways Mercy could refer to sex and not say it.She took the peeler away from me, shouldering me aside."And you's come home smellin' like you's livin' in it now." She peeled quickly, paying. It was a small consolation but I held on to it.My first year in college was an eye-opener. I had to make some decisions about my future and I discovered that it wasn't all as cut-and-dried as I expected. I was having second thoughts about journalism. Not because I wasn't interested but because I was finding so many more other areas of interest. I wouldn't really have to begin my journalism courses until second year so I had some time to think about my future. It was then that I ran into Steve. When he answered the door and invited me in, the robe parted and I was very surprised when he took my hand and placed it on his cock, asking if I wanted to have a little fun in the bedroom.I smiled sweetly while gently stroking him and told him that I needed to check with my husband first, but that he'd likely see me again soon enough. Then I kissed him on the cheek and went back to talk to Rob.After telling him what happened, I asked if he would like to make love to me with a freshly fucked. . . .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored down there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what.