Parchment Of Passion: Lissette - Erotica by A.H. Scott

NC-17

Lissette had charm. Lissette had grace. Lissette was a woman trained in the most elegant of ways.

"Parchment Of Passion: Lissette" is the first of a multi-part installment of the journal of a submissive. She's a woman who's been well trained in the art of seduction and submission.

"Lissette" knows the rules. And, enjoys the punishment when she disobeys her lover...

(EXCERPT)

Parchment Of Passion: Lissette



By



A.H. Scott





Lissette always prided herself on being polite. It was a trait, which led her into a journey of self-discovery.

Men of a certain persuasion were always drawn to the charming Lissette. One of which would change her life forever.

When Lissette received a telephone call from the hospital that Sunday morning, she knew the news wouldn't be good. Having just returned home from visiting a patient within the last hour, a sudden sense of relief came over her.

Finishing the phone call, Lissette placed the receiver down slowly. She sighed and ran those manicured fingers through her auburn mane.

Her slender frame walked over to an oak table and opened a drawer. Picking out a small handful of items, she thought about him.

Twenty years her senior, this man of distinction and élan transformed a gentlewoman into a poised object of perfection.

When they first met, he was the one who saw the potential within her. His gray hair always reminded this younger lover of a fluffy cloud of snow.

Yet, even though this man was years older than Lissette, his capabilities were parallel to men many decades his junior.

Lissette sat on a dark blue easy chair in the corner of her apartment, cradling a sienna colored journal. Slowly opening it, she gave a winsome smile over the past moments spent in her beloved's presence.

Words she'd written to herself captured those lovely blue eyes of Lissette. Events that had been so vivid in the past, seemed to envelope Lissette in the present moment.....

Saturday, June 12th -

My dom was planning to take me to an art exhibit one evening. When he came to my place to pick me up, he was not pleased with what I was wearing.

Oddly enough, he allowed me to wear that dress for the evening. Yet, as we were at this gallery, he whispered to me that I would be punished at a later time.....

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