Salome’s Lair by Columnist Callida Lake
How far would you go for love…or lust? What would you do to fulfill your fantasies? Have you met your lover in a random airport just to spend a delicious night making love in the nearby Easy 8 Motel? Did you meet a sexy stranger in your local coffee house, ask him back to your place and screw his brains out—all without ever asking his name? Would you do it again? Have you driven for 9 hours, on a whim, to have breakfast with your best friend’s wife? What have you done for love? What would you do for lust?
These are the questions we will explore through reader’s submissions of their own stories, and some of my and my friend’s stories as well. Now is not the time to be shy. I want you to bring your stories of passion and sex, heat and sweat, lust and desire, into Salome’s Lair where they can be shared with a deserving audience. You know you want to get it out in the open—and what better venue than Pink Nighties and Salome’s Lair?
And men, don’t you be shy either; I want to know what you’d do for one, or ten, mind-blowing rounds of sex. Or perhaps it’s love you are after…
So, to whet your appetite, I offer this little tale (in two parts):
He was my history professor’s friend and he had just flown in from Berlin. Gorgeous is an understatement¬—his sea blue eyes, long black lashes, strong cheekbones punctuating his face; delicious features that threatened to render me helpless. His mouth was a mouth that a girl could get used to having all over her body. And his long, smooth fingers were like sculpture. That he knew how to use his mouth and fingers was evident in the way he spoke, ate, and wandered the curves of my body with his gaze. Never mind that his English was rusty and my German non-existent¬—hell, I don’t even like German, but for Jens I could make an exception.
Jens was tall and lanky and those piercing blue eyes looked through me as if he knew what I wanted. He knew what I wanted. And later that night, despite a dozen reasons why it shouldn’t happen, it did.
Perhaps the most compelling reason to turn down, run, flee from this offer of delight was the fact that my husband was home, asleep, in our bedroom. But, always up for a bit of a risk, this little detail didn’t keep me from staying out late drinking with my classmates, our professor, and the German interloper as I flirted with him late into the night. To be continued…
Now, while you are waiting for part two, gather your stories and send them me at: callida(at)mac.com. I can’t wait to read about your adventures and showcase your stories in Salome’s Lair!
Callida Lake is a writer, dreamer, thinker, and lover of all things decadent and delicious. This will be her downfall, but what a lovely way to go. Ms. Lake dreams of trying all 1001 of her fantasies at least once. Or twice. She delights in the taste of sun-warmed figs and honey, preferably served by an attentive lover. Just the thought of hot wax down her spine makes her smile. Adoring fans may send organic dark chocolate, red wine, and notes of love to callida@mac.com.
