Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Beat - a poem by A.H. Scott

Beat

Beat throbs through my ears and heart

Beat your meat and stroke it off

Run my fingers in my sliver of sweetness

Eat to the beat and let me sing a song of ecstasy

After you bang me long and hard

Stiff, strong…..slippery, soft

Letting out that howl of release, we both realize we are beat

Rest your hairy head upon my chest

And, let your other one lay against my hip

I can still feel the throb, with a few drops dripping from it

Not only my little thumper, but your big bongo, too

When MJ sang Beat It, I didn’t know he met me and you

Or maybe it was Marvin getting us into the groove

Come……get….to…..this..;)..

Ooooooh..;)

- A.H. Scott

5/15/12

So Many Lighters - a poem by A.H. Scott

So Many Lighters

So many lighters

But, no spark

Cigarette dangles from my painted lips waiting for a flame

I saw him across the avenue, as all the others tried to light my fire

Yet, it was only he who had the spark

Using any charms that I had acquired over the years, I smiled and declined their lights

Gazing both ways, I made a dash towards him

Slight breeze blew my skirt around my thighs

The slit in the fabric on the right side, was nothing compared to another soft parting of mine

We laughed as you took me in your arms on that avenue

Our lips met and I knew my spark was reignited by you

Light my fire, baby….

- A.H. Scott

5/14/12

ANNA DISOBEYS - "THE SENTENCE OF ANNA" BY A.H. SCOTT

A piece of parchment paper and quill pen became instruments of a ploy to get Anna down to those stables alone.

Slipping folded paper beneath drapery of Anna’s bed chamber, Philippe’s plan for punishment was taking shape.

She awakened fifteen minutes later and read this note: ‘Come to the stables. I will meet you there, Anna’. And, it was signed ‘V”.

With that, the secret relationship that she and Valery had brought Anna down to the stables as soon as a royal blue dress was placed upon her body.

Swiftly, she walked down that path and entered the stables. Not finding Valery there yet, Anna walked towards a stall that had a chestnut colored horse inside of it.

Looking around the area, she found a basket full of apples and carrots. Feeding this horse an apple, Anna giggled with happiness in this gentle moment.

She heard a rustling sound a few feet from where this stall was located. Anna patted the horse gently and smiled to herself.

This smitten young woman thought it was her lover of the previous night who’d just arrived for their rendezvous.

Anna walked out of the stall with a grin upon her face, as those blue eyes filled with shock.

It was Anna’s lover who stood there.

Not Valery, but Philippe..

Stammering, “Sir, I don’t—I don’t—“.

Philippe wasn’t going to leave her in the dark for long, “Anna, did you think I wouldn’t know of you and Valery, last night?”

“Philippe, I –“ ,Anna approached him and tried to continue to speak, but was left without an explanation of how she’d gotten carried away in seduction’s sea.

“This time is for you and I, right now” ,brushing his hand through Anna’s long, black hair slowly, Philippe grasped it slightly tighter, “And, this location was chosen, because of you”.

Anna knew Philippe was not pleased with her.

“Get out of that dress and stand by the stall door, Anna” Philippe gave her simple instructions, which were about to lead to a scenario of sordid dimensions.

Anna undressed and stood naked in front of the wooden stall door.

Blue garment of this mistress lay against a small wooden stool, as if it were only a rag of a penniless peasant.

Philippe exited the stall area where she stood waiting for him. As he returned with a moderate sized, wooden crate under his right arm, another item slightly peeked out from under his left.

Anna slightly shivered in the morning mist of the countryside, as she attempted to cradle her hands around that soft body.

He placed the crate down and walked over to her.

“Remove your hands from around yourself, Anna” Philippe snickered and added, “I want you to turn around and face that door”.

“Sir, what are you going to do to me?”She didn’t move a muscle, as a sense of curiosity of this location and upcoming actions puzzled her.

“Turn around, Anna” He repeated his order.

She had faith in him and relented. Turning around to face the stall door, Anna waited for what came next.

Philippe stood behind her and pressed his strong left leg between hers. “I want you to spread your legs, dear one”

She obeyed and slid legs to either end of the stall door’s frame.

“Place your arms upward and against the metal bars” He added.

“Yes” Anna was now in a star shape position against that cold metal and wooden door.

Her heart began to beat a bit quicker.

Legs spread apart. Arms spread apart. All that was needed now was Philippe’s next action.

That item contained beneath his left arm was revealed. Philippe pulled this object between both hands.

A simple riding crop, proved an arousing sense of erotic complexity.

Crop was about fifteen to eighteen inches in length. The longest section was made of multiple straps of twisted leather. At the tip was a swatter in the approximate size of a small pancake. One side of this circle was dark brown suede. On the other side was thick black leather.

Philippe pressed the suede against Anna’s ass softly, “How does that feel, my beautiful one?”

Anna smiled, “Soft”.

Turning the crop’s tip over, Philippe ran the thick leather across her back, “And this, my dear?”

“Hard” Anna sighed.

The Duke of Givenchy knew she was prepared for both sides of this crop to take her to places he wanted her to be.

“I want you to hold this crop between your teeth, Anna” ,Philippe pressed his right hand against her back and snaked the crop into her mouth with his left hand, “Hold this and stay still, dear one”.

Anna nodded and thought to herself that this correction from her lover would be a chuckle of light fare.

Yet, what Philippe had seen the night before in Valery’s chamber, would require a heftier price from Anna’s flesh and mind.

She had no idea what he had planned for her.

With crop in mouth, she stood silent. As for Philippe, he emptied out a few objects from within that wooden crate.

Four black reins and a small jug of liquid were placed on the stable floor next to Anna.

- end of excerpt

Anna disobeyed. Philippe took the reins of her punishment very seriously…;)

In 1747 France, the Duke of Givenchy, Philippe Paramour was a man of power and position. Philippe’s noble title gave him liberation of his most secret yearnings of debauchery. The Duke’s favorite past-time was taking female peasants under his wing as lovers and traveling companions across the French countryside.

This is “The Sentence Of Anna”.

Anna’s sentence at times, would have been intolerable to a lesser woman of her immature age. But, what she gained under the strict tutelage of Philippe was the skills of maturity and demure sophistication.

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La punition la plus douce est silence…;)

Mixed Emotions - a poem by A.H. Scott

MIXED EMOTIONS

devotion can be a single touch.

devotion can be a single word.

devotion can be a single tear.

devotion is yours.

devotion is mine.

devotion is eternal……

- A.H. Scott

5/22/12

RACK TREASURE, RACK PLEASURE - "RACK EM" BY A.H. SCOTT

Cotton candy colored mouth of Max brushed against Rina’s soft forest of follicles. Red nails parted her younger associate’s bush, as tongue lapped between those sugary slits.

Turina’s body was pushed into a prone position by a right hand, while Maxtina started pulling her own panties to one side with a free left hand. Statuesque beauty fingered her, as this tan temptress was continuously attended to with a swirling tongue.

Turned on in a Vancouver hotel, Turina Karrelli sat herself upward. Maxtina Sammprino waved right index finger to motion this sexy partner to stand on her pedicure feet.

Karrelli stood there in soft bra and twisted lace at those bare lips. Max’s mouth worked her over, as she wiggled from left to right. That light haired lady of lust rolled those yellow panties onto the floor, while a dark diva of desire placed bended left leg up onto that soft bed.

Head shook like an uncontrollable hose, as she buried mouth into waiting pussy. Rina couldn’t stop from moaning in response, shaking with joy.

Rina slowly unhooked her bra with both hands, as Tina stood upward and took that item from her friend. In a quick fling of fingers, it was thrown over to Anzo’s chair. Both lusty wenches laughed, as this pirate of passion tried to simultaneously continue to jerk off with one hand and catch lace treasure with the other.

Anzo Ninzionni was a man of many gifts. One, which he didn’t have, was an ability to juggle him and fabrics at the same time.

Caramel skinned courtesan bent Max over the edge of their bed and smacked her ass on both cheeks. Sammprino’s right calf reflexively moved up and downward with surprised glee.

Karrelli’s crafty hands hiked those emerald green panties upward and into this blonde’s snatch with a strong pulling movement. Max howled wildly, as she enjoyed this rougher aspect of arousal. Clear polished nails stripped off that elasticized undergarment, giving a sexually famished Anzo Ninzionni another treat of discarded cloth.

Rina starts polishing panties back and forth into a warm pussy slit. Maxtina began dripping with every touch of emerald lace, as Turina rolled those panties downward.

Magic of a ringmaster took her over, as Karrelli fingered and licked a ravishing Maxtina Sammprino. Almost as if the bed were center stage, that body was pulled onto the bed and kneeling with ass facing an appreciative Anzo.

Anzo the unfortunate juggler suddenly let his cock go for the sake of those green panties. Picking them in a circling motion, Ninzionni took a deep sniff of fragrant feminine odor and began jacking off hard once more.

Tanned palms spread milky cheeks and placed three to three digits in and out of a shivering swan. Tina laid her head onto the pillow, squeezed it and bit down softly on it. Feeling an upper hand with her, Turina smacked ass with one hand and placed shimmering fingers of overflow into Max’s thirsty mouth.

Sammprino sucked that essence from Karrelli’s hand, with partial happiness and sense of sorrow. Objective of happiness remained quite obvious. Alas, the sad side of what just occurred came with a swift completion. Maxtina didn’t want to reach orgasm so fast. Yet, since she did, it would be Turina who would receive payback at the skilled hands of Sammprino.

Positions changed, as Maxtina pulled Turina down onto that pillow. Lusty growl escaped Sammprino’s lips “You made me almost come like a flash. Oh, you naughty little bitch. I’m going to punish you for that.”

Rina coyly pouted, “Ooh, please do.”

Sammprino’s sensitive side evaporated, as she began plunging polished fingers in and out of her with rapidity of an engine. Right hand smacked ass twice and shoved its middle finger into Karrelli’s tight asshole. Its symmetry and angles, gave the look of Maxtina using Turina as her own personal bowling ball. Dark skin being invaded by pale flesh remained a sight of contrast.

Maxtina’s finger in an asshole would knock down any pins of doubt over that retained raunchy control.

Anzo’s cock got harder while watching this spectacle of sexual battling between two beautiful women, as he started to moan.

“Tell me that you love it,” Sammprino would be her mistress of the moonlight. Lady of light follicle became a victor of minutely vicious eroticism, “You like my finger in that asshole, don’t you, Rina?”

Lightly murmuring, “Shit. Yes, I do.”

“And, you love a man jerking off, while watching me take you higher, right?” Maxtina’s mouth was within inches of her left cheek, as she winked over at Anzo.

Stream of vaginal fluid motioned down Turina’s toned right thigh. Guttural groans of a woman about to explode filled the room, “Always.”

“When I move this finger from your asshole, I want you to show me just how appreciative you are, Turina,” awaiting actions of reciprocation from her partner in passion.

“I will, baby. I will,” wishing this invasion wouldn’t come to an end too soon; Rina also desired the thrill of being filled with Tina’s capable digit.

“Good girl,” removing finger from asshole, Sammprino slightly touched it against wet pussy slit for another effect of fullness for her.

“Oh, Tina,” panting in excited relief, “You opened me up, so fucking much.”

Karrelli’s pussy and asshole throbbed in a continuing vibration of ecstasy from those fingers removal. Her clit was a gem, just polished off for display in a wicked jewelry parlor. Those brown nipples gave off an appearance of a duo of Hershey’s chocolate kisses. For Turina, she was Maxtina’s sugary snack.

“Show me, Turina,” reins of the ringmaster of ribald ways, Maxtina snapped, “And, then we’ll show our guest what happiness truly is.”

Karrelli turned her over and spread Max’s legs wide open on that bed, “A pussy like yours must be cherished.”

“That’s good to hear,” holding herself open as an altar for any being’s devotion of ascending decadence, Maxtina smiled, “Treasure it, Turina,” tongue tip slithered against slightly opened mouth, “Eat me out, baby.”

Each had found the opposite sex might have brought pleasure. Cock and balls banging against pussy were the sounds of a coital symphony.

But, the same sex brought grace. Friction of dripping snatches slicing against one another released an eternal howl of heavenly serenity.

That sisterhood, which Maxtina Sammprino and Turina Karrelli shared, remained a bond that no cock would ever disunite.

Turina dove into that honey pot, as if she were Winnie the Pooh. Dyed hair in the penthouse never matched the darkly trimmed basement of Sammprino’s skyscraper. Yet, she was a metropolis of many mellow moments. Twirling tip of tongue around pink pearl, it gave a slight wiggle with every touch.

Many a lucky European made Maxtina’s pussy an erotic destination. Foremost of those who’d had her was Turina Karrelli.

As Maxtina’s arousal ascended to its full flourish, her pussy almost looked as if it were a breathing entity all by itself. That erotic emporium was so expansive; it could have been mistaken for a beluga’s blowhole.

Within moments of munching the magnificent Maxtina, both women were in a glorious combination of numbers. Six and nine fit perfectly for them. Not to be left out of this cornucopia of fantasy, Anzo jerked off in a frenzied hand motion. His cock became a compass of Northern delights.

As Maxtina Sammprino came, those legs formed a rising semi-circle. As for Turina Karrelli, she sat straight up against the headboard, from being down on Max’s mouth. Fingers clung to that periwinkle blue wall above that bed, as she also came with a thunderous pounding.

A rod of restrained rage ascended to ejaculatory elevation.

“Oh, shit!” Anzo’s chair began to shake, as his lake of life flowed onto the carpet. Feeling this release, his tongue smacked against lips and eyes surveyed those hot bitches of carnality on a large bed.

Max and Rina smooched on the bed for a few moments, while looking over to Anzo. Spanish dynamo seated in that chair with stiffened cock and a few drops of shimmering liquid at its tip, shook himself a bit longer. Horny duo of perfumed flesh laughed and locked tongues once again, as they watched Ninzionni.

“Now, was that good,” Max chuckled, knowing it was so obvious that each reached the peak, “Or, was that good, Anzo?”

“Heaven,” reaching over to a nearby table, he pulled a tissue from a box and rubbed liquid off his manhood.

“Well, we are far from being angels,” Sammprino snickered.

Turina piped into this saucy mix “You speak for yourself, sexy Sammy” Licking Maxtina’s bare shoulder.

Anzo gazed at Turina, laying there as if she were muse for Amedeo Modigliani’s nude masterpiece ‘Nudo Disteso’. Ginger hued flesh of feminine youth and follicles mysterious as the Black Forest gave this sole audience member of masturbatory toleration, a concluding paying of his attentive auger in that hotel room.

Anzo Ninzionni stood and zipped his pants, “You are my ravens of rigidity,” strolling over to their bed.

“We’re glad you enjoyed it, Anzo,” body slid out of bed naked for his attraction.

“We enjoyed it; too,” Karrelli remained on bed, while pulling a sheet around her.

“I guess our business is settled here,” adjusting maroon tie subtly, Anzo walked towards the door.

“Let me walk you out, Anzo,” drops of sweat glistened on Max’s soft flesh, as she moved with him.

Sitting up against headboard, Turina Karrelli gave a farewell, “Ciao, baby.”

“Adios. Turina” Anzo smiled and waved at her.

Sammprino placed a hand onto his back softly; “Your offer was more than we could have longed for.”

“As was your show for me, Maxtina,” twisting the doorknob and opening her hotel room door, Anzo grinned in gleeful memory of what just happened.

“Ciao, Anzo,” draped in success, Sammprino closed the door behind him…..

- END OF EXCERPT

RACK EM DESCRIPTION -

Murder in a small French village of a grand dame of collectibles, leads to the doorstep of a Vancouver auction house. A harried, antiques dealer is the man under an added level of pressure, with prospective buyers from around the globe clawing for the heralded goods at an upcoming auction.

Pair of bodacious Italian belles and a woman of gentle grace from China proved to be something extra this unsusupecting man in Vancouver. As for their male counterparts from Austria, Spain and South Africa, they had a harder task at hand.

Each had been given their marching orders to a victorious capture of those items, no matter what it took to get their financially flushed fingers on them.

Curled lash and perfumed flesh seemed to have more entrees into this antique dealer’s life, than smoking a stogie with a member of the same sex.

Seduction’s game is about to break.

Question is; can a man fight temptation or join in?

Only one move is left to make. Sexy voice whispers into an awaiting eager ear, “Rack Em”.

Maxtina Sammprino – bold blonde from Italy, who enjoys the chase and capture of precious fare from days gone by. She is a woman with a thirst for fulfillment, which goes beyond marble boardrooms of the international jet set. Spicy and sassy, Sammprino takes the bull of chauvinism by the horns.

Turina Karrelli– Italian purchaser of arousing artifacts from around the world. Brunette on a tracking mission of priceless goods has always been fond of caring for the wounded. This includes her fellow Italian associate. Cunning and curvaceous Karrelli has ability to charm the pants off of anyone..

Anzo Ninzionni – Purchaser of varied collectibles from around the world, has an eye out for the ladies and something beyond platinum. His journey has taken him from solitude into an arena of being in the company of lust and financial flourish. Bidding on those gilded goods would be a moment that could take him from anonymity onto a higher plateau of notoriety.

(Well, of course, the hidden agendas are played by winks, smiles and naked thighs throughout “Rack Em”…)

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Recapture Romance..;)

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RACK TREASURE, RACK PLEASURE…;)

little chatter

little chatter



Something just doesn't feel right

Tingling.....cramping....numb

Really, it's nothing to be worried about

Only if you try to ignore the signs

Keep your wits about you.....especially now

Emergency Room - GO NOW!!!

STROKE

Phantom feelings start from fingertip to forearm

Little voice inside your head becomes louder to nudge you towards the front door

Listen to it and get to a doctor

Time's ticking away quick

Grains of the hourglass are starting to suck

Getting a speedy diagnosis could be your stroke of luck

When feeling numb, don't be dumb

So, from me to you, I say something so true

Mind your health

Mind your head

Better to be over-cautious, than dead

There are family and friends that love you all around

Waiting in a hospital emergency room is a damn set better than six feet under ground

- A.H. Scott

5/23/12

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TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND THOSE YOU LOVE.....

Sunday, May 6, 2012

He Was More Than Just An Initial - "A Special 24 Hours" by A.H. Scott









Rebecca and her friend from across the Atlantic had a sunset and sunrise that warmed their souls and curled their toes. This is "A Special 24 Hours"...








EXCERPT

August wind twisted around Manhattan, as Rebecca prepared the hotel suite for her visiting lover. J. was driven directly from JFK Airport to a luxury hotel in downtown New York.

He was due at that hotel at 6:45 that evening.

Before J. came into the hotel suite with the bellman and his luggage, Rebecca was preparing herself and other items for the arrival.

Changing into light pink bra and panties, she fluffed her hair for decadent presentation. Spritzing some Rive Gauche perfume upon shoulders and chest, an aromatic air filled that area.

Door key slipped into lock, caused a slight beeping sound from the entering bellman and his important hotel guest. Rebecca stayed out of sight and waiting inside of the bathroom.

Rebecca could hear J.'s mellow voice speaking with the bellman for a few moments. After five minutes passed, the bellman was tipped and he exited the hotel suite.

J. parted the sliding bedroom doors to find a quite pleasant surprise - Rebecca standing there in pink panties and matching bra alone.

Pink was the perfect color for the blushing affair that was occurring between them.

J.'s smile was so light and generous, as he walked over to Rebecca. Their hug was tight and much desired by both.

J. looked around the room and grinned, "So, you did this all for me?"

Slipping away from his grasp, Rebecca shook her head and tapped a finger upon a silver-serving cart, "For us".

Dressed in dark suit with blue shirt and red tie, J. was an image of international flair.

He walked over to where she stood and removed covers from the three items on the cart. Strawberries, a silver bowl of whipped cream was nice to start. But, it was the bucket filled with ice and a half dozen bottles of Orangina.

No champagne for this day, for each wanted to be inebriated on one another alone. J. took off his royal blue jacket and was wearing a red tie with a light blue shirt underneath. His body was quite fit for Rebecca's aroused eyes to view.

J. snickered, "You are a breath of fresh air, Rebecca".

Slightly motioning towards him, Rebecca placed hands on either side of J.'s jacket lapels, "And, J., you take my breath away".....

END OF EXCERPT





"A Special 24 Hours" - The Tempting Trailer

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you don't need a lifetime to find romance....

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

The Over My Head Original Soundtrack

(music inspired by the novel, "Over My Head")

Track Listing:

1. Don't You Want To Go Over My Head

2. Hero's Rise

3. Pain Of A Broken Heart

L Y R I C S

1. DON'T YOU WANT TO GO OVER MY HEAD

WORDS & MUSIC BY A.H. SCOTT

Don't you wanna to go "Over My Head"

Don't you wanna to go "Over My Head"

Don't cha

Don't cha

Don't cha

"Over My Head"

Don't cha wanna go

Don't cha wanna go

"Over My Head"

"Over My Head"

Don't cha

"Over My Head"

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

"Over My Head"

"Over My Head"

Don't you wanna go

Don't you wanna go

Don't you wanna go

Oh, oh

Oh, "Over My Head"

Oh, "Over My Head"

Oh, "Over My Head"

(fade out....)

2. HERO'S RISE

WORDS & MUSIC BY A.H. SCOTT

Hero's rise behind the lies

He wipes the tears that she cried

Go "Over My Head"

"Over My Head"

Go "Over My Head" "Over My Head"

Go "Over My Head"......

(fade out...)

3. PAIN OF A BROKEN HEART

WORDS & MUSIC BY A.H. SCOTT

PAIN OF A BROKEN HEART

SHE NEVER KNEW IT FROM THE START

PAIN OF A BROKEN HEART

HE KNEW HE PLAYED A PART

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE SHE KNEW IT WASN'T FINE

HE TOLD HER TOO MANY LIES THIS TIME

AND, SHE TOOK A GAMBLE TO THE OTHER SIDE

IN THE CROSSHAIRS SHE WAS CHOSEN

AS HER WORLD WAS SUDDENLY BROKEN

WAVES WERE RISING

KNOTS WITHIN HER STOMACH WEREN'T SURPRISIN'

AS HER HEART BROKE WITH EACH WORD HE SPOKE

TRYIN' TO KEEP HER HEAD AFLOAT

SHE'S HEADING INTO LOVE'S LIFEBOAT

SHE'S GOING OVER MY HEAD

OVER MY HEAD

SHE'S GOING OVER MY HEAD

PAIN OF A BROKEN HEART RIPPED HER WORLD APART

SHE TOOK A CHANCE

SHE WANTED TO DANCE

SHE WENT DOWN THE DARK ROAD OF ROMANCE

DESIRES FULFILLED WITH THE TOUCH OF A HAND

NOTHING HAPPENED LIKE SHE PLANNED

IT'S THE PAIN OF A BROKEN HEART

IT'S THE PAIN OF A BROKEN HEART

HIS SECRETS KEPT HER IN THE DARK

HIS SECRETS KEPT HER IN THE DARK

DRIFTING AWAY FROM SAFE HARBOR

DRIFTING AWAY FROM SAFE HARBOR

SHE'S GOIN' OVER MY HEAD

SHE'S GOIN' OVER MY HEAD

SHE'S GOIN' OVER

SHE'S GOING OVER

SHE'S GOING OVERBOARD AGAIN

NOBODY GETS OUT WITHOUT PAYING A PRICE

NOBODY GETS OUT WITHOUT PAYING A PRICE

THE PRICE IS THE HORIZON

CAN SHE MAKE IT THROUGH

THE PRICE IS THE HORIZON

SHE'S PAID IN FULL

(FADE RUNS)

(FADE OUT)

"Don't You Want To Go Over My Head" is an introduction to the flavor of a sexy & romantic experience inspired by A.H. Scott's novel, "Over My Head". It's playfulness is the blossoming of a flirtation. Enjoy..;)

"Hero's Rise" is inspired by climactic events in the characters' lives in A.H. Scott's novel, "Over My Head' Sometimes a hero rises in the most opportune and unexpected way.

"Pain Of A Broken Heart" was inspired by the main character in the A.H. Scott novel, "Over My Head". It comes at a point of crossroads in the life of the main female character in my novel, "Over My Head".

If the soundtrack peaks your interest, then take a peek at my novel, "Over My Head".

Over My Head novel description -

Lawrence Chase owed a debt. His wife, Angela, took a gamble. Pity for both, that losing a few dollars would be nothing compared to higher stakes in their marriage.

What begins as a bargain of assisting a spouse with a problem, takes a woman down a rocky road of self reflection, desire and unraveling a secret from the past.

Looking at a portrait of a man and wife, the fractures of a marriage aren't easily seen.

Smile and supportive caress hide the barren wasteland of a relationship.

The Chases' marriage had a ribbon of secrets and lies that each held closed to the other. Lawrence's lies led Angela to harbor secrets of her own to him.

In some ways, actions by her husband propelled this dutiful wife into the arms of another man.

Man of varied lies and devilish alibis has snaked his way into the lives of this couple. Certain word of support or smile of comfort had the effect of making all the difference in gaining entry into another's life.

Before either knows it, they are submerged in something beyond their control. For what was a frivolous flirtation, became a shower of a heart's hidden obsession onto a floor of doom's dance.

No one gets out of this life without paying a price.

Singular event on a sexually charged night with Angela Chase at it's core, turns from a bubblegum pop song of simplicity into a Wagnerian symphony of doom within the pages of "Over My Head".

"If you can dream it, you can feel it. If you can feel it, then your dream is coming true." - A.H. Scott