Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales (4 page)

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Simone met Desmond Miller when they were both sixth graders. He wore black t-shirts, said cuss words, and occasionally smoked
Marlboro's
if he were somehow able to come by them. Even then, Simone had a penchant for that rebellious nature and no other boy ever existed for her besides Des.

By high school they were desperately in love and lost in each other. Simone was the top of her class while Des was lucky just to pass. People probably wondered what they saw in each other. Two days after graduation, they married.

Simone and Des shared several blissful years together. He was an auto mechanic by day and played in a southern rock band on the weekends. She tended bar where he played music. They lived in a tiny apartment nestled in the upstairs of an old house.

For the first eight years, it was just the two of them. They enjoyed total freedom. Her sense of responsibility complemented his wild recklessness. She taught him to pay bills, he taught her passion.

Finally, Simone's biological clock began ticking and when they were 26, they welcomed their son Blade to the world and bought a small three bedroom home in the suburbs. Des seemed like a direct contrast to quiet nights and picket fences. But, he held onto his wild nature by parking a Harley in the garage. They both loved being parents and settled easily into their new roles. Des still played his guitar, Simone became a stay at home mom.

Things weren't so easy after Rose came along.

Rose wasn't quite the easy baby Blade had been and following her birth, Simone sunk into a deep post-partum depression. Her recovery was a long dark road and the fatigue of keeping up with two young children wore her down.

Simone still loved Des every bit as much as when she was a teenager. His strong tattooed arms, his chiseled face and rugged red tinged beard, still gave her a thrill every time she set eyes on him. And after having two kids, she still looked much like the girl she'd been in high school with her delicate freckled face, long jet black hair, and slender shapely curves. But, what had once been a wild, hot sex life had mellowed to a sweet, consistent love life, and finally wasted away to practically nothing at all.

Simone often cringed at any small gesture of affection Des extended. She spent all her time with kids climbing all over her and became greedy about rare moments she had her personal space to herself. Des tried to understand what she was going through but after being rebuffed time and again, he missed and longed for his wife. It was hard not to be hurt by the distance between them. Simone desperately wanted to bridge the gap, but no longer knew how to be the girl he married. So, she hurt too.

***

One Friday evening, Des came home from his job in the shop to shower and relax for a bit before he left to play a show. He sat at the head of the dinner table joking with the kids as Simone finished supper and served it to her family.

"Thank you, baby," he said, patting her hand as she placed his plate in front of him.

"You're welcome," Simone replied with a weak smile. People who didn't know her husband well would probably be surprised by his lovely manners.

The family ate supper with their usual banter and the kids each took off to play when they finished. Des was left gazing across the table at the gorgeous creature who was his wife as she picked at her food staring lifelessly at her plate. A thousand different memories of her danced in his mind and he felt his longing grow uncontrollably.

"Simone," Des said intensely.

Her blue eyes snapped up, noting the undeniable heat in Des' stare. "Yes, baby?" she said meekly.

"What's the matter, love?"

She sighed. "I'm just so tired, Des," she said sincerely, her eyes feeling heavy even as she spoke.

He considered her for a quiet time before he continued. "Well," he said gently. "I know you're very tired, but I would love it if you'd come to my show tonight."

"Oh, Des," Simone said, an arsenal of excuses springing to mind, "we don't have a sitter, honey."

Des smiled a slow sexy promise that spread across knowing lips. "Well," he said again. "I talked to my mom today and she said they can come spend the night at her place!"

Simone frowned, the thought of staying out
until two A.M. just making her feel more exhausted. "Des, I-"

"Now listen," he interjected excitedly. "Before you say no, mom said she'll keep the kids all day, we can sleep as late as we want. And as soon as you get there and have a couple beers, you'll feel like a million bucks. A night out will do you a world of good!"

His face was so sunny and optimistic. "Des…"

"Baby, please!" he implored. She sighed and looked dejected. Desmond stood up and walked behind her, beginning to massage her shoulders which tensed beneath his touch. "Simone, please. Please come out with me tonight." He knelt to his knees so his lips were right
next to her ear, his hand coming to a still, resting on her shoulders. Her eyes welled with tears. "I need you, Simone." He reached to brush away a tear as it slipped down her cheek. "How long has it been since I played for you? Sang for you? Made love to you?"

Simone stared at him. "Oh so that's what this is all about?
Sex?"

Des' mouth dropped open. He slowly stood and backed away from her. "Wow, Simone. That hurts."

Simone stood also. "Well? Is it? Is that all you care about? Can't you understand?"

Des' face was stony. "Sure, Simone, I understand. But, how long do I have to go on 'understanding' before I stop 'understanding' and start assuming you don't love me anymore?"

"Desmond!"

He glared at her. "Well, do you love me? Do you still want to be with me?"

Simone sobbed. "Des!" she exclaimed. "Of course I love you! Of course I want to be with you! But…"

"But?
But what? But you can't give me one night? Just one night to hold you in my arms and make you fall in love with me again?"

Simone's body wracked with great shuddering sobs as she stared helplessly at Des.

He groaned. "Maybe I won't be home tonight, Simone. What the fuck difference would it make?"

"Desmond!" Simone cried again.

But the answer was the slamming door as Des grabbed his keys and left.

***

Simone tried to hide her tears from the kids the remainder of the evening. She brought them to bed with her and cuddled them against her as they fell asleep and finally, she let the tears fall. In honesty, Simone could see why Des was so frustrated. She could count on one hand how many times she'd made love with Des since Rose's birth almost three years earlier. There wasn't anything physically wrong with her and she'd long since been treated and recovered from depression. Des was incredibly sexy to her. She just wasn't… Horny.

At three A.M.
Rose awakened for a sippy and Simone saw both kids still in her bed with her. She wandered through the dark house to the kitchen realizing Des wasn't home yet.

At six A.M.
she woke before the kids, noting still they slumbered next to her. She dragged herself out of bed once more wondering if Des was sleeping on the couch. Simone trudged through the whole house to find that Des had made good on his threat.

After fifteen
years of marriage, for the first time ever, Des didn't come home.

***

After the kids were up and she'd given them breakfast and gotten them dressed, she sat on the back porch sipping coffee. She desperately wanted to call her husband, but decided to give him space. Instead, she turned on her
iPad
and typed "get my mojo back" into
Google.

She browsed through a plethora of blogs and websites suggesting anything from alone time with her spouse to anti-depressants. There didn’t seem to be anything new that she hadn't already tried.

Then she happened upon a shop inside an online retailer called
Etsy.
The shop was called Under the Sun and Moon. Simone wondered why this had come up in her mojo search. Further investigation concluded the shop belonged to a witch.

"Hmmm… Interesting…" she murmured.

She browsed through the listings of handmade magical items crafted by the artisan witch. When she came to a listing called "Love Amulet" she was intrigued.

The picture displayed a small pink stone with a pink crochet cover, heart charm, and a jingle bell. The description read, "Amulets are pendants which can be displayed, worn, or used in magical ceremonies or rituals. Another suggested use would be to place the amulet under your pillow as you sleep at night. This listing is for one handmade love amulet made by me. I crochet a decorative holder for a piece of tumbled rose quartz, known for its properties of giving strength and longevity in love. Each amulet is adorned with a pink heart charm as well as pink beads to represent love, passion, and femininity, and a gently jingling bell to call the attention of the universe to the need for strength in love. While creating my amulets, I use my psychic abilities to focus my intention for the piece. For this piece, the intention is to give someone strength to prevail in a loving healthy relationship and to find sexual contentment with her partner. Each amulet has a crocheted loop so that the amulet can be attached to a chain of your choosing, but they also come with a matching crochet cord which can be slid on or off the piece. I believe there is a specific soul already chosen to benefit from this love strength amulet and look forward to sending this blessing into the universe. Blessed be." Simone stared at the picture of the amulet,
her finger hovering over the "buy now" icon. She pondered everything she'd tried to feel like herself again.

"What the hell?" she said to herself, adding the charm to her virtual cart.

Simone continued to search the witch's listings and her eyes grew wide when she encountered an item called "Horny Corn." She giggled as she read the description. "Horny Corn is my special recipe for aphrodisiac popcorn. This spicy and exotic flavor contains an enticing and captivating mix of Vandouvan, Paprika, Black Pepper, and an added sexual kick from a touch of garlic; with this mix a romantic time shall surely be enjoyed. As if the aphrodisiac effects provided by nature were not enough, a spell of love, romance, and sexual excitement has been cast on every serving of Horny Corn! Enjoy this popcorn with your lover. To serve, simply shake your included container of oil and herbs, pour into a serving bowl, and toss the popcorn. For an added romantic experience, try this flavor with the herbal flavor! You will receive unpopped popcorn which can be prepared in the microwave and an oil and herb mixture. This item is romantically packaged and if you want to give it as a gift, it is all set! May your time together be lovely always, blessed be!"

Simone laughed out loud at the Horny Corn listing, but didn't hesitate to add it to her cart and pay for her purchase.

***

Des didn't return until noon. Simone was playing in the yard with the kids when he walked out the back door. He walked straight to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, burying his face in her strawberry scented hair.

"It's OK, Des," she replied softly, holding him tightly.

"No its not, Simone. Don't you wanna know where I was?"

She shook her head against his chest. "You don't have to say, Des, I trust you."

"I stayed at my mom's," he blurted.

The couple chuckled. "I figured it was something like that, honey. I'm not mad. I promise. Everything's gonna be ok," Simone calmly assured.

***

Simone's witchy items arrived within three days. She gave an excited squeal as she extracted the package from the mailbox and took it inside.

Placing it on the kitchen counter, she opened the package. An earthy, herbal aroma escaped the folds of silver wrapping paper. She found her amulet nestled inside a small decorative jewelry box. Simone closed the small stone in her fist and placed it against her heart. She closed her eyes and pictured Desmond, imagined his strong hands, firm kiss, and hard body against her. She realized how intense her longing to return to the woman she'd once been for him really was and sent an unspoken wish that the amulet would work its magic.

Simone tucked the Horny Corn into a kitchen cabinet and went to put her amulet under her pillow, just as the listing had suggested.

***

The next morning, after Simone got Des off to work, and Blade to school, she got Rose situated at the table coloring and got into the shower. She leaned her body back and enjoyed the feeling of the hot water showering down on her. She massaged her own scalp as her black hair became wet and clung to her body almost to her waist. She glanced down at her own shining skin as the water soaked her. She took a sharp intake of breath as the streaming water made her nipples taunt. She lathered her hands and rubbed them over herself, massaging her full breasts, imagining Des touching her.

Simone stepped out of the shower thrilled with the stir of excitement within her. For the first time in ages, she felt like being pretty. She dried off and donned a skimpy black sundress that clung to her body and accentuated the swell of her round breasts. She dried her hair into a mass of soft curls instead of placing it in her usual bun. Then, she lightly dusted her cheeks with pink blush and colored her full lips bright red. She outlined her sharp blue eyes with black and stood back to examine the result in the mirror.