"Dice bounced across a red felt table as roaring filled the air. The bartender held up a tray of delicate crystal glasses filled with what looked like amber honeys and wine . “Bottoms up!”, cheered the bartender as she took a long drag from her ivory and silver cigarette holder. Everybody in the room rushed forward for a drink. There was cognac, brandy, absinthe and rum. A few of the regulars slurped from shot glasses topped off with bitters, urine and cum. Whatever the boys wanted, they boys got, especially after what they had recently done.
 
Golata had grown quite fond of patrons at the Loa Lounge and the locals practically worshiped her. Golata was tall with raven black hair and the curves you’d expect to see when you hear the song “Brick House” by the Commodores. Her waist was sinched in a tight black coreset that pressed her breasts up high. A wide brimmed black hat flattered her face. Her kaleidoscope eyes were skillfully winged with onyx liquid liner and blue glitter dusted her eye lids. “What else do you boys want tonight? I’m all yours.”, she said in a sensuous flirt. 

​Gowlig leaped forward first, as usual, sloppily licking his lips. The guests here where V.I.P. and invitation only. All others were banished. Gowlig was a regular, recently moved from Haiti. Actually, the majority of guests were from Haiti or Africa, but a few had passports from The Cube. Golata spread opened her black robe welcoming Gowlig to her bosom. He stared into her eyes reeling in the center of her universe. He nestled up to her DDD breasts and took in a deep inhale of her scent, warm cinnamon rolls mixed with ylang ylang. He cupped his tongue around her left nipple and sucked it deeply till drops of milk spilled from his mouth. His eyes reeled back in a lazy lust as his fingers traced over her cheek bones. “Save some for us!” one of the others heckled out. Gowlig released hold and looked up at her in an intoxicated daze. “Good boy. Now stay guard night. I brought you a brand new chrysalis shell for later too.”, Golata whispered in his ear. Gowlig stumbled back to his seat against the wall as the other boys teased him relentlessly. "

~ excerpt from Walking In The Secret Gardens 

With Love, 
Anais Jumeaux  

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Evoke the flame of your Dark Mother to rise out from the depths of your flesh and blood. Accelerate beyond the boundaries of duality and human conditioning. Surrender to the sensual lila of Shakti Maa and awaken into bliss. The cosmic womb pulsates and gathers Shakti upon your lotus crown, dripping nectar upside down. Take flight through trans-airways and taste the honey of cross-pollination. Let the ambrosia spill from your mouth and yoni as you engorge yourself in pranic feast. Radiate like the morning star in the night sky. Serve only your Mother and Self fully absorbed in samadhi. Moan in delight as you suck the juicy sweet rasa from Her ripe persimmon. Sigh and pant the jasmine pine breeze. Dance naked with the spirits as they giggle your name. Maintain unwavering ekagrata and take flight. Spark and devour the pleasure of others as they burst at the seams in erotic awakening.  

Love,
Anais Jumeaux

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"A cold gust rustled through the tree canopy. Luccía’s hair stood on end. She could feel the looming presence of Pratm approaching. Luccía would never forget her first contact with this non-human entity. Pratm was some type of demon, always blood thirsty and brutal. From the depth of the forest, his ice grey sunken eyes probed like darting arrows. The smell of blood quickened his approach like a starving wolf to fresh kill. His emaciated physique circled the grandmother tree twice like a fog of stench. Materialized in his repulsive glory, his long ratty thin blonde hair swung into the tree alcove and  swept across Luccía’s face and breast. Decayed broken teeth glistened from his haggard face and he inhaled the pungent sweet smell of birth. Pratm dragged his long jagged filthy nails across the swaddled infant. His grey pauper clothes smelled of decay and hung loosely from his bony physique. He whispered, “She will be mine.”, then faded into the clouded sky leaving behind his faint smell of decomp." 

Excerpt from forthcoming book Walking In The Secret Gardens by Anais Jumeaux

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