Divine Love

By Sekayi Weaver-Nixon

Love is indeed a many splendored thing. This collection of short erotic stories is intended to highlight just how sweet love is, arousing our appetite for life. From the raw to the sublime, Divine Love is an encouragement to play, safely in the arms of the beloved... enjoying taste, teasing with touch, verbalizing the taboo and savoring the feast.
(Taken from preface)

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Cover photo credit: Christopher Sessums
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329568525

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Divine Love

Divine Love

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Divine Love

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Sekayi

2015

Copyright © 2015 by Sekayi L. Weaver-Nixon

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review, article or scholarly journal.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Photo credit:

Figure 1: © Lies Thru a Lens Photography. 11/12/14. Jo Louise Retrieved: Flickr.com

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for my beloved bruce

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Stories

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The Line

The Professional

Driving the Peg

Bases Loaded

The Summit of the World

Five Veils for the King

Double Dutch

If Taste Permits

Acceptance

Back to Simple

Les Accord Fortissimo

Chef's Recommendation

Brunch by the Bed

Putting Him to Sleep

Preface

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Love is indeed a many splendored thing. This collection of short erotic stories is intended to highlight just how sweet love is, arousing our appetite for life. From the raw to the sublime, Divine Love is an encouragement to play, safely in the arms of the beloved… enjoying taste, teasing with touch, verbalizing the taboo and savoring the feast.

For those who seek –

hope you enjoy.

~Sekayi

Figure 1: Lies Thru a Lens - Jo Louise

1. The Line

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Javier was packing up his mower when Ms. Havington called him to the backdoor. It wasn't payday so he hoped she hadn't found anything wrong with today's work. Yes, ma'am? he presented himself.

Great job on the hedges, Javier. I have another project I'd like you to work on for me, if you're willing... she said as she walked outside and began pointing toward the side of the house. Javier watched and admired Ms. Havington's perfect body as she made her way around to the side yard area. She wore a blue and black plaid skirt and white blouse that ruffled around her breasts in such a way as to summon Javier's undivided attention. He tried to look at the ground when her gaze returned to his general direction. See this area Javier, I'd like for you to plant a square foot garden here. Tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, herbs... Ms. Havington instructed.

Oh, yes ma'am, I can do that, Javier agreed.

Great, can you start tomorrow or are you already scheduled to be elsewhere? she inquired. No, I can start tomorrow Ms. Havington, he replied.

Ok, say 8am?

Yes, ma'am, Javier said, nodding his head and smiling.

It will be the usual rate, plus a bonus if you can get it done by the weekend, she explained. Javier agreed and walked toward his truck as Ms. Havington went back inside. See you in the morning, she yelled and waved from the doorway as Javier waved a hand out his window.

He had worked for Ms. Havington for almost two years. She trusted him enough to let him work while she was away and even gave him a Christmas bonus in a card that said, You are appreciated, Javier. Thank you, profoundly. She signed her name with a smiling face over the i – he thought her handwriting was so pretty.

When he arrived at 7:45 am Ms. Havington was in her kitchen preparing breakfast and didn't see him pull up. As he walked along the path to the yard he watched as she drank what looked like lemonade, swallowing, then dabbing her mouth with a napkin. He imagined what it would be like to drink from that glass, to... He couldn't let himself follow that train of thought. There were lines to maintain and being professional was the only thing that kept the onslaught of competitors from taking his place.

Oh, good morning Javier, she said from the opened window.

Ah si, good morning Ms. Havington, he greeted her and set up his materials in the yard. An hour passed. Javier was hard at work sawing the 8' wood boards down to 4' 2x6 inch pieces. He should be done it no time, he thought. Ms. Havington came around the corner with a glass of cold lemonade, Would you like something cold, Javier? she asked.

Javier was uncomfortable accepting things like that, but Ms. Havington insisted. Oh please, I made it fresh. You have to try it, she said. The glass felt so good in his hand. For some reason it seemed colder, the lemonade seemed sweeter, and for 5 minutes the world seemed fairer. He thought back on how his father struggled in Mexico on the farm all his life and never had anything to show for it. Javier was determined to do more, here in America. He would own his own company and have men work for him, men who could trust him to do right by them. All that, maybe, but he would never be on any level that would allow him access to a Ms. Havington.

She came back out to collect the glass when he finished, smiling bright and soft as always. She was born into what she is, look how natural it is to her. The way