Love Out of Lust

Love Out of Lust Love Out of Lust

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Jackie, a typical 23-year-old dealing with that good old feeling of lust. Lust on a scale you can't imagine.

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Jackie, a typical 23-year-old dealing with that good old feeling of lust. Lust on a scale you can't imagine.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Love Out of Lust

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Jackie, a typical 23-year-old dealing with that good old feeling of lust. Lust on a scale you can't imagine.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 19, 2012

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Chapter 1

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'I can see it coming from the edge of the room, creeping in the streetlight' - Breaking Down (Florence and the Machine)

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"This is the second time this week Micky!" I said to my delivery guy for the past two years - my characteristically raspy voice becoming even raspier, emphasising my exasperation. I'd lost count of how many times I had to tell him that Mrs Darser prefered her deliveries at 9.01 am.

"I don't understand, she's complaining that I arrived one minute early?" he exclaimed, brushing off my comment. I rolled my eyes and leaned forward, lowering my Ray-Bans as I replied, " Yes, Micky, we must cater to every customer's need, even if they sound ridiculous."

"But I was early? Isn't that usually a good thing?"

"'Usual'. I can't even express how much I despise that word! Listen carefully, Micky, this is the last time I'm telling you this. This isn't a 'usual' florist, we don't make 'usual' assumptions! We don't do 'usual'. Ever!"

"I get it now, sorry boss!"

He took the box of calllalilies out of my hands and plodded away to his next delivery, the floorboards composing the deck in front of the store screeching in response to the pressure from his plump physique. I sighed, slipped my wayfarers back on and turned to look at the ocean. It was one of the many things I loved about living in Biscayne Bay. I'd loved water ever since I was little - at one point I even wanted to become a mermaid! I love the fact that water change personalities - it could be a great, crashing tsunami or a still, serene pool. In fact, I probably would have become a swimmer, if my mum hadn't been murdered when I was fifteen.

I didn't become a swimmer because my mother owned a florist, Nix Flowers, and after her death, I took it upon myself to continue running it.

And so I gave my life to the beauty and perfection that flowers are. But I'll never abandon the water.

"Hey there Ariel!" I turned, hearing call out my childhood nickname from behind me. In front of me was a joyful silver haired man with the wooden rosary beads hanging around his neck hunched before me.

"Dad! How are you?" I asked and he came forward to hug me.

"Oh, I've been fine, just been doing some work with the Fellowship and all, you should come down to meet the people sometime you know, it would be good! How life's for you? Meet someone special yet?"

"No, Dad, you've got to stop asking me that, I don't have time for a love life!" I replied - internally I pondered on shocking him and saying 'No Dad, I know you want me to pop out some babies sometime soon, but the last time I had some of that naughty pre-marital sex that you frown upon so much was last year, with a guy that came to fix up my TIVO.'

"I know honey," he sighed and scratched the back of his head, "I just hate to see you so alone. After your mother's ... death, I was devastated, I was alone, at least until I joined the Fellowship, and I don't ever want to you to feel alone Jacqueline."

At his words, I felt a stinging in my eyes and I watched him attempt to convey with his eyes that he understood my pain.

No Dad.

You don't know what it's like to be a 15-year old girl determined to try her hardest in all aspects of life to please her grieving alcoholic father. You don't know what it's like to pass out every day in your bed from working so hard to save up money to pay for your father's rehabilitation. You don't know what it's like to have your father return from rehab unchanged, but to be miraculously cured by joining a fellowship.

And you definitely don't know what it's like to her your father say he had no-one, after all you tried to do to help him. I let out a bitter chuckle, as I reined in my emotions.

"I'll be fine, Dad. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment I need to get to." I said, as I began to walk away.

"Alright, Ariel, I'll see you later!" He shouted after me.

Yeah, bye Dad, I said internally, dismissing him and stepping into my car and rushing off to my next destination, while repairing the cracks in the dam holding in my emotions.

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I pulled up at Starbucks and hastily rushed out of the car, lusting for a quick fix of caffeine. I ran inside, ordered a latte and grabbed the nearest table with two seats. As I sat waiting, I contemplated the reason for the stagnancy of my love life. Is it work? No, I have enough time to go out, I don't even work a 9 to 5 shift. Is it family/friends? No, my dad and my best friend both encourage to go out and meet people.

I know I'm kidding myself. I know the exact reason I haven't got a significant other. The signs have been there since I was 15. There was only one reason.

Lust.

I've never had a successful relationship in my life because of it. When I want someone, I WANT them. It's not as simple as unrequited love or friends-with-benefits. It's not plain insatiability. It's a constant state of arousal; it's a burning sensation in every part of your body; it's an ache, so delicious, so tangible, so intoxicating, that sometimes it causes me to moan aloud just at the sight of an object belonging to my...prey. Like there's another being inside me that wants to fuck until both our bodies split apart and burn with a passionate flame.

That's why I can't be in a relationship with someone. Because if I got love mixed up with that...I could consume them.

"Hey, Jackie!" a voice said, withdrawing me from my internal turmoil. I looked and saw my best friend sitting in front of me, and I felt that familiar warm feeling I get around her.

"Hey, Stevie!" I replied with a coy smile.


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