My A to my Z

Let's call her A and she was simply irresistible. I loved writing poetry about her, for her...sometimes as she wished. Late at night, after one too many hour spent talking she'd have an idea and I complied with something. Anything, that was our charm. We enjoyed each other for who we were.

And as we got to know each other more, unfolding and unraveling each other's secrets, she met Z. Without a pause, she introduced him as a concept to me and soon enough I introduced myself to him. It turned out to be fascinating, the relationship between the three of us.

We'll never be able to admit love for each other, that isn't the kind of people we were. But obsessed? Yes. Uncontrollably into each other? Yeah. Absolutely.

It was just fun, really. But, fun can grow into beautiful everlasting or combust. The more days we spent sharing twosome secrets over the third, the more we grew as friends. The more we explored hidden and guarded fantasies, the more important they became in my writing.

She came first as my muse; and he trailed at the end as my editor. Half scrawled erotic stories on my erotica blog Salon de Madame Odalys became soft pillowcases for ecstasy.

It's been almost seven years since we began our friendship. At this point in time A is banned from visiting with Z (cannot indulge in the obsession per A's new lover's rules). Z chides me too much for not writing. A checks up on me, though sometimes she badmouths Z for not being more talkative with me. We're friends, that may never change.


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