The Haven

[BubblyBookworm]

Mariel, a quiet and calm book smart woman, had dreamed of living a blissful, serene, yet sensual lifestyle. Her deep green eyes, hidden by tortoise shell glasses with round frames, and mousy auburn hair gave her a studious and introspective look. Mari, as her friends called her, knew she wanted more. She lived in a world of her books, destinies to new adventures and erotic meanderings abound in the pages of old, leather bond books.

Her studious nature called upon her inner need to open a bookstore where one's desires could unfold, as the words on a page unfurl. Drawing forth her love of Fantasy, Fiction, and Erotica, Mari built "The Haven." Long mahogany tables and supple, buttery smooth chairs lead to corridors where new fantasies can transpire. Looking out the big bay window, Mari wonders who will enter her abode today, and where their minds and passions can take them....


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[GallantWriter]

Stark, a brown haired gentleman with a flair for the quick wit and snark wandered in. He pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at Mariel. He had passed the store the other day as he had headed off to his reporting job and had go come in.

He walked toward the counter in hopes of meeting this glorious woman. His heart fluttered in anticipation knowing a woman such as herself existed. As he walked up the red stairs he wondered if he could find the words, a rare moment of vetbal weakness on his part.

 

[BubblyBookworm]

Stark, a brown haired gentleman with a flair for the quick wit and snark wandered in. He pushed his glasses up to his nose and smiled at Mariel. He had passed the store the other day as he had headed off to his reporting job and had go come in.

He walked toward the counter in hopes of meeting this glorious woman. His heart fluttered in anticipation knowing a woman such as herself existed. As he walked up the red stairs he wondered if he could find the words, a rare moment of vetbal weakness on his part.

Smiling shyly, in her black pencil skirt and sheer, baby blue blouse, Mari, pushes away from the counter. "How can I help you?" Gazing up at him, she notices his intent stare, and shudders, backing up slightly.

Noticing the ink on his fingers, she wondered what brought him into the store...

 

[GallantWriter]

Smiling shyly, in her black pencil skirt and sheer, baby blue blouse, Mari, pushes away from the counter. "How can I help you?" Gazing up at him, she notices his intent stare, and shudders, backing up slightly.

Noticing the ink on his fingers, she wondered what brought him into the store...

Stark smiled back adjusting his tucked shirt. A warmness spread through his whole body. He looked down for a moment unsure of himself. "I just had to meet the alabaster beauty who owned this store," he said walking a step or two closer.

He was nervous and it was exciting. "I was thinking of writing a story about you, not to deport as I am a newsman, but one that would fit in on these shelves." Stark smiled, walked up to her and sweetly kissed her hand. "I'm Stark, pleasure to meet you." He blushed slightly.

 

[BubblyBookworm]

Pursing my velvety ruby lips, I grip your hand firmly in mine; shivers capture my body at your touch.

Blushing softly, the redness covering my porcelain skin, I stutter, overwhelmed by the passion, "A story about me? I'm just a local business owner, not anyone of real interest."

Moaning, I step back with trepidation...."I barely know, you, ummm, Sir."

 

[GallantWriter]

"Well we can always get to know each other, can't we."

Stark moves in quickly and takes her in his arms. He kisses her Ruby lips knowing he has taken her breath away.

"Of course I want to write about you, this place has so much character the owner must be oozing greatness."

 

[BubblyBookworm]

"Well we can always get to know each other, can't we."

Stark moves in quickly and takes her in his arms. He kisses her Ruby lips knowing he has taken her breath away.

"Of course I want to write about you, this place has so much character the owner must be oozing greatness."

"Character....is that a quaint way of saying I am unique? Nibbling on my bottom coral lip, I step back, a story about me? I don't know, is that a good idea? My store is my haven, the peace within its corridors holds many secrets."

"Stark, is he someone I can trust? Looking up at him, my tremulous lips curl as I feel his warm kiss touch me, sparking a fire within me. Oozing, oh, he has no clue, I think to myself."