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Sudden Betrayal
By Joseph Logsdon
The train traveled through the night, its only purpose being to evoke as much misery as humanly possible. Anne slept in the cold compartment, a room that had been rented precisely for her. She was restless, in a state of endless anxiety, tormented by the fact that her marriage was slowly falling apart. The bed was frozen and uninviting, hardly the right temperature for a woman of her sensibility. Her dreams were filled with horrific images, nightmarish thoughts that refused to be silenced.
Her slumber was ended by a loud knocking sound. Someone, most likely her husband, was standing behind the door. Anne opened her eyes, startled, disturbed, beyond nervous. Her ability to speak English, far from perfect, proved to be a great handicap. Given her French background, there seemed to be very little she could do to improve. The knocking got louder and louder, the sound of urgency overtaking any chance of getting a decent night’s sleep. The door seemed to be calling to her, begging her to answer an unavoidable question.
She reached for the door, in pure denial of her own sinful nature. Part of Anne wanted to believe that it was her husband, desired to believe that she was a good woman, someone who could never lie to her partner, who could never betray everything moral and good, while the other part of her, the corrupt part, wanted to believe that it was another man, the same man that had been pursuing her for weeks. Anne turned the knob, and her heart, long since broken, suddenly became blacker as she stared into the face of Sam, a man so warped, so full of darkness, that nothing seemed to repel his corruption.
“What you doing here?”
“What do you think I’m doing? I’ve been waiting all night, praying that you would see the light, at least long enough for us to get out of here. It’s a funny thing, the line between lust and love. It’s what we want, how much we want it, what we’ll do to get it. The real question is, how much do you want it?”
“Me don’t want, I mean, I don’t want anything. Leave me alone, or I get my husband, make him come beat you up,” she hissed.
“You make me laugh; Jack couldn’t beat anyone up, I’m sorry to inform you. He’s weak, certainly not man enough to handle you. Out of curiosity, why did you even marry him? He’s an old man, almost twice your age, about ready to croak. I know you’re attracted to me; don’t bother denying it. You’ll come around, once you get to know me properly, that is,” Sam stated, closing the door behind him.
“It doesn’t matter what me feel, I mean what I feel, or, to put it another way, what I want. He my husband, that all I know, all I want know. I will, won’t, leave him, not for anything,” she grunted.
Tears were in her eyes, painful tears of heartbreak, anxiety, fear. She pounded against his chest, on the edge of sanity. Sam grabbed Anne’s arms and pinned her against the wall, an overwhelming amount of lust in his eyes.
“Don’t, I implore you, don’t do this to yourself. You need guidance, support that only I, your only hope for a better future, can provide for you. Won’t you let me take care of you? I’m everything he isn’t, everything he wants to be, all the things he will never be. You know this to be true, is all I’m trying to say,” Sam uttered.
“He good man, the perfect husband. I love him, more than most people realize,” she cried.
“Are you, be honest now, satisfied with him?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean,” he replied.
Anne briefly paused, hesitant to respond to an unavoidable question. She turned her eyes towards the window, her heart sick with fear, her mind plagued with an overwhelming sense of doubt. It was all too much for her, too much for anyone.
“He sick, supposedly because of old military injury, what was clear mistake. He can’t do good with me, through no fault of his own. I restless, in need of companion, in need of comfort, all the little thing that most woman receive,” she cried.
“What’s the harm, I wonder, in succumbing to your desire, just for one night?”
Their eyes met, swiftly followed by their lips, passion being the dominant theme of their troublesome love affair. Anne pulled away from him, ashamed of herself, of what she had done, what she planned to do. It was her lust, that unyielding feeling of pleasure, compiled with guilt, which finally broke her spirit.
“No, please, don’t do this,” she begged, doubt in her voice.
“Just relax, no need to get upset,” he whispered.
He kissed her again, not allowing for the slightest sign of resistance. He overwhelmed her morality, all of the things she stood for, what she had fought for, hoped for. Anne moaned loudly and passionately, hungry for flesh, for contact, for him. Their passion drove them to a state of ecstasy, bliss, contentment of a wide variety.
The following morning, Anne awoke from her deep sleep. As was to be expected, Sam was gone, nowhere to be found. She sat on her bed, unaccustomed to the rotation of a moving train. The sun peered through the window, in almost complete emotional contrast with the distraught expression on Anne’s face. She wanted to make amends, but for some reason, didn’t feel any sense of regret. She was empty, completely devoid of compassion, love, or substance.
Sam softly opened the door. He gazed at Anne, the expression on his face one of happiness and satisfaction. Anne looked up at him, still surprisingly aroused by his presence. There was a look of satisfaction in her eyes, and somewhere within the depths of those eyes, rested her deepest desires.
“I have some bad news,” he announced.
“What is it?”
“Your husband, where do you think he is?”
“We sleep separately, have been for year. What wrong?”
“Jack’s dead,” Sam announced.
“Dead? How? Why?”
“Apparently, I guess last night, he fell off the train. It’s a tragedy, for you especially,” he stated.
Anne gasped, utterly shocked by what she had heard. She grabbed her chest and heaved forward, held her breath, somehow aware of all negative feelings. She knew that her passion for him, by some bizarre turn of events, had ultimately resulted in the death of Jack.
“You did it, killed Jack,” she remarked.
“What makes you think that?”
“He never let that happen to him, not unless someone, that person being you, push him,” she cried.
“Even if I did, aren’t you glad that he’s dead? I mean, face the music, you’ve wanted him gone from the beginning,” he accused.
“That insane, really insane,” she screamed.
“Don’t bother lying to me, it won’t do you any good,” Sam hissed.
Anne gazed at her hands, finally coming to terms with her true feelings, emotions that had been dormant for years. She no longer felt ashamed of her wicked nature. Anne gazed at Sam, more lustful than ever before.
“Oh, who I kidding, I glad he dead. I hated, no, loathe him. He old, disgusting, nothing like you. He deserve it, every bit of it,” she declared, embracing Sam.
“That’s my girl: cold and ruthless,” Sam chuckled, kissing her passionately.
The End
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Lust and Faith
By Joseph Logsdon
Maria Kelly was a strong and willful woman. As a young woman, Maria made the decision to devote her entire life to Christianity. Unlike most beautiful and voluptuous women, Maria became a faithful nun, and spread her belief throughout the world. After many years of faithfulness and tranquility, Maria began to doubt her choices in life. She wanted to experience joy and pleasure, but was forced to obey her strict code of ethics.
Despite her reluctance, Maria fell in love with a strong and sinful man. Edward Cook wanted to stop sinning, but he didn’t have the will to fight against lust and addiction. One tragic day, Maria decided to give Edward’s life purpose and meaning. After months of counseling, Maria thought that Edward had finally overcome his troubled past, but she was wrong. Maria had feelings for Edward, feelings that could not be controlled. Whether she liked it or not, Maria Kelly wanted to fuck Edward Cook.
One painful night, Edward decided to visit his beloved therapist and counselor. At first, Maria didn’t want to see him, but she eventually allowed him to enter her apartment. Maria was not only worried, she was terrified of losing her virginity to a brutal and wicked man. With all her strength, Maria fought against her lust, fear, and doubt. Like a man with no conviction, Edward Cook sat on the sofa and smiled as he watched Maria sweat and pant.
“What are you doing here, Edward?”
“I wanted to see you,” he answered.
“Is something wrong?”
“You could say that, I guess.”
“Do you need me to pray for you?”
“If I need prayer, I’ll let you know.”
“What do you need, then?”
“You already know the answer to that,” Edward laughed.
“Edward, stop it, stop it at once!”
“Stop what?”
“Don’t make me say it,” she answered.
“Say what?”
“Tell me, why do you insist on playing these games?”
“That depends, why do you ask?”
“Because I’m tired of your constant flirting and teasing,” she answered.
“Why? Do you find it offensive?”
“That’s correct,” Maria exclaimed.
“Well, that’s just too bad,” Edward laughed as he lit his cigarette.
“I thought you quit smoking, I guess I was wrong,” Maria stated.
“I thought about it, but life is too short,” Edward laughed.
“If you continue smoking, life will be shorter, much shorter.”
“You need to relax,” Edward laughed.
“Edward, I’ve had enough!”
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you continue to torture yourself?”
“Honey, you’re the one torturing yourself, not me,” Edward laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re attracted to me, admit it!” Edward exclaimed.
“That’s ridiculous,” Maria panted.
“Is it?”
“I’m a woman of God, not a sinful slut!”
“You would like to believe that, wouldn’t you?”
“That’s it, get out of my apartment!”
“If you want me to leave, you’ll have to force me,” Edward laughed.
“Why are you so stubborn?”
“It’s my nature, nothing more,” he answered.
“Besides, even if I were attracted to you, I could never betray my faith, understand?”
“Oh, I understand, I just don’t care,” Edward laughed as he rose from the sofa.
“Edward, don’t do this, I beg you,” she pleaded.
Without further hesitation, Edward removed his shirt. At first, Maria looked away, but her eyes eventually overpowered her sense of right and wrong. Like a lustful teenager, Maria sighed as she stared at his muscular body.
“You like me this way, don’t you?”
“If I said no, I would be lying,” she sighed.
“So, what are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know, I just don’t know,” she cried.
“Maria, try to relax, for once in your life,” he stated.
“I wish I could, I really do,” she replied.
Without further hesitation, Edward kissed Maria. At first, she tried to resist, but her resistance soon turned into lust as all restraint left her heart.
“Don’t fight, Maria,” he stated.
“Don’t worry, I’m done fighting,” she replied.
“So, what do you want me to do?” Edward asked.
“Fuck me, God damn it!”
Without further hesitation, Edward Cook made love to Maria Kelly. The following morning, Maria cried as she realized what she had done. Despite his concern, Edward Cook did nothing to ease her pain.
“What have I done?” Maria asked herself.
“You became a woman, nothing more,” Edward stated.
“I not only betrayed my ethics, I betrayed God!”
“The guilt will pass, believe me, it will pass.”
“Well, at least I have you,” Maria stated as she placed her head on Edward’s strong shoulder.
“You would like to think that, wouldn’t you?” Edward laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“We had a fling, nothing more,” Edward laughed.
“Edward, that isn’t very funny,” Maria replied.
“I know, it’s not meant to be funny.”
“You love me, don’t you?”
“I never loved you,” Edward laughed.
“What are you saying?”
“You were a conquest,” Edward laughed.
“You mean, that after all this time, I was just an animal for you to fuck and enjoy?”
“Sad, isn’t it?”
“You can’t do this to me!” Maria shouted.
“Maria, stop acting like you’re special. All my life, women have worshipped and adored me. Like you, many of them fell in love with me, but they soon discovered that I belong to no one. At first, I thought you were different, but I was wrong, very wrong!”
“What do you mean?”
“As much as I hate to admit it, you only liked me for my charm, body, and wit. If I had been older and uglier, you wouldn’t have given me an hour.”
“Why does that matter to you?”
“Because behind this shallow exterior, I’m secretly looking for love, but I haven’t found it.”
“I love you,” she stated.
“You love my body, not me.”
“Don’t leave me, I’ll die without you,” she replied.
“Don’t worry, God will help you,” Edward sarcastically laughed.
Edward left the room, leaving Maria behind. As the hours passed, Maria attempted to overcome her grief, but she soon realized that her sin could never be forgiven. After days of crying and brooding, Maria Kelly placed a rope around her neck.
“Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.”
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The Dark Seduction
By Joseph Logsdon
Mary never understood how something so fragile, which had been the source of all of her happiness, could suddenly die so easily. She wandered the streets, in desperate need of some kind of comfort. Every step she took, be it big or small, provided very little contentment. There was something Mary didn’t know: she was being followed. Her misery, in a rather strange way, proved to be extremely attractive. What caused her pain, brought others happiness.
The streets were dark and full of death. Every person, young and old, looked very unhealthy. They had no food, no jobs, and to top it all off, there seemed to be no hope of things getting better. Rain poured down on the forgotten streets. It was the will to live, and only the will to live, that drove her actions forward. Her misery, the feeling of hopelessness, secretly provided a type of strength.
Mary walked into the alleyway, totally unprepared for what she would see. There was a nun, aged thirty or so, standing several feet away. Other than the raindrops, nothing moved or made a sound. They were complete opposites, in both manner and lifestyle. Mary had sinned more times than she dared to count. Above all else, she feared being judged by Almighty God.
“Excuse me, are you lost?”
“Lost? In what way?”
“I’m Sister Megan, or as my friends so often call me, ‘Sister Meg.’ It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m happy to report,” she stated.
“Hold on, have you been following me?”
“I’m here to help you, providing of course, you allow me to do so,” Meg replied.
“Help me? Lady, listen, I don’t need help, and assuming I did, what could you do, pray for my soul? I’m a prostitute, now and forever,” she hissed.
“I’m not here to judge you, rather to make you understand something. You’ve lost someone important, am I right? I could give you back what you’ve lost. It’s a very simple matter, taking into account all that’s involved,” Meg exclaimed.
Tears were in Mary’s eyes. She turned away from Sister Meg, distraught and in a great amount of pain. Her mind was filled with many memories, the majority of them being unpleasant.
“My daughter, Katherine, died far too young. She was, still is, my only reason for living. The past has passed, better to move on,” she cried.
“You can’t move on, I’m afraid, not without first repenting of all your sins. Come with me, bring an end to your suffering. It will do you good; it will do her good,” she insisted.
Mary knew Meg was right. Her guilt, by all stretches of the imagination, became more and more unbearable. Her heart, filled with overwhelming pain, slowly plunged into the ground.
“What are you, some kind of witch?”
“I’m like a Christian, only smarter,” Meg chuckled.
Sister Meg slowly led Mary out of the alleyway. All the way across the street, stood a modest-looking church. It was nothing fancy, simply a place where people could go and worship. As they approached, Mary started to question her decision, all the while trying to come to terms with the death of her only child. Her heart, delicate by nature, was at its very weakest level.
Sister Meg took Mary inside the church. For a building that claimed to represent God, it certainly didn’t do the best job. It was dark and dusty, the total opposite of what normally constituted holiness. Mary gazed at the crucifix on the wall, utter shame in her eyes. Strictly out of concern, Sister Meg gently grabbed Mary’s arm. She had a strange look in her eyes, somewhere between attraction and anger.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I already told you, to redeem all of your sins. You will be w
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