White water rushed down to caress her body with soft hands. The torrents eased each of her tired muscles as they splashed against the firmness of her skin. The minute she had arrived home, she needed, yearned to be held by the demon of the water. The water was almost an entity to her, always welcomed her into his kingdom. She had created a temple to his honor. 700 square feet of her 6,700 square foot home was one huge bathroom. It was her bathroom. Ever since she was small, she had loved water falls. She had many dreams of bathing under a water fall and enjoying the erotic pleasures of the water. She had designed her bathroom herself. In the dead center of the room was a large Greek sunken in tub, the size of a small pool. Along with her love of water she loved nature. Above the pool was a display of quartz and granite rocks, tucked into the wall near the ceiling. From the cluster of rocks, torrents of water fell into the pool. The water re-circulated and purified its self as it traveled the maze of the complex purification system. All the soaps and shampoos used were specially designed to be biodegradable and easily erased from the water through the purification system. Around the pool was an Amazon of trees and exotic flowers. There were sheltered areas near the pool were she could comfortably lounge and relax. Her favorite place was directly under the torrents of water that seemingly fell from the heavens. The water fall also played the roll of a shower, though she could never remember a time she had a “quick” shower after designing her water kingdom. Very few were ever admitted in her water kingdom or her home.

After the whooping success of her first series of short stories, she had decided it was time to buy a home in a relaxing area. Someplace that enabled her to work freely and release her creative juices. She had been writing soft porno for nearly a decade now. Her stories were becoming increasingly more popular and the demand was extremely hard to fill. Due to the proximity of the varies editors which demanded her work, she had decided on a plot of land which currently stood a huge rambling home in the South Hamptons. When she had originally looked at the property, she had fallen in love with the inspiring view. The South Hamptons had encaptured the fall as if mother nature herself had chosen it as her throne. The beauty of the trees in their elegant colorful gowns of reds, bronzes and oranges, draping over their seemingly fragile arms as they reached to the sky. She had also fallen deeply for the atmosphere. She could imagine herself sitting by the sea side and imagining her many far away places. Each new story she wrote took her to a new far away place. New men she mentally explored with her hands and her mind. She loved exploring men’s bodies. In her stories she could do everything she had always wanted to do but society always frowned on. Also, and most of all, there was no fear of rejections. In one of her most popular stories, she had created a scene where se made love to two men and one women simultaneously.. She had always dreamed of being made love to by two men, one in each hole. She had never known another women, other than herself, who enjoyed being fucked in the ass. She loved when a man took her from behind and grabbed on to her firm breasts while he placed his firm hard cock in her ass. She never seemed to find the voice to tell her past lovers that this is what she really wanted. She had only one experience, and it was purely accidental. She had been invited to a party with some friends. They were passing around a lot of different substances during that time. She remembers having a drink and feeling very weird. All the colors seemed more vibrant, more real. It was as if an artist decided to give the world a refreshing look. The artist using his creative skill, combined the most beautiful colors together and changed the world’s grays to beautiful bright reds, greens, deep violets, magentas, and yellows. Colors so full of life and light. Colors of the havens. A room opened and she walked in. There were soft billowy folds of favorite hanging from the ceiling and the softest pillows beneath her feet.