Garden of Eden
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Eden. Place of delight. Her parents probably didn’t know that at some point those words would ring true, especially to the men she lured into her bed. And oh, how delightful she was to those men.
She could tell from the way they stared at her, ran their hands over the smooth porcelain of her skin, pulled her close, closer, closest, willing her to bless them with the sounds of moans breathed into their ears. Her body was their temple and they were more than willing to worship there, kneel at her feet and plead for more.
And as they chanted her name, calling to her, “Eden, Eden, Eden,” she would just laugh, head falling back, thinking to her self: “Welcome to my garden. It’s a delightful place.”
If only her parents could see her now.
She could tell from the way they stared at her, ran their hands over the smooth porcelain of her skin, pulled her close, closer, closest, willing her to bless them with the sounds of moans breathed into their ears. Her body was their temple and they were more than willing to worship there, kneel at her feet and plead for more.
And as they chanted her name, calling to her, “Eden, Eden, Eden,” she would just laugh, head falling back, thinking to her self: “Welcome to my garden. It’s a delightful place.”
If only her parents could see her now.