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WINDSWEPT HOPES - A QUOTE BY A.H. SOTT

"If you judge a book by it's cover, you will miss out on the most UNEXPECTED chapters of your life" - A.H. Scott 7/12/13

DIVE IN - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Dive into life and let the waves of wonder caress your soul. Coolness of each droplet of life is a new adventure that awakens your senses. Swim wisely and with full gusto towards that sunny horizon of serenity." - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

THE COMPETITION - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"The competition isn't from without. The competition is from within. The only person you are in a competition with is yourself. You aren't in a race with someone who is younger, smarter, sexier, funnier, stronger, hipper, dynamic. You are in a race with yourself. And, the moment you can look in the mirror and nod in recognition that you are the best you can be at whatever you desire or strive for; then you stand in that winner's circle. That finish line may be miles ahead for many of us. But, those who have seen that golden tape within finger's distance, only need to stride in a cool sway to our own victory. We are at peace and give the salute of serenity to the world. Happy is, as happy does. Competition is challenging our own courage. And, coming out the other side with a grin on our faces." - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

TWINKIE, I HARDLY KNEW YE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Twinkie, I Hardly Knew Ye

Your spongy outside made me chuckle, whenever I poked you
Those three holes on your bottom were like belly buttons of love
And, of course, your creamy filling was like a cloud of kid filled joy
Twinkie, you shall always be a happy place inside of me
Thanks for the sugar rush and memories, old friend....

- A.H. Scott
11/16/12

EGO NOOSE - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"There is a thin line between esteem and arrogance. It's called a tightrope. Arrogance is an asphyxiant to the polarity of esteem's ethereal essence. Never let that ego boost become a noose". - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

THE KEY IS YOURS - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"The key is within us all. We might not always see it in the palm of our hands. But, it is there; if only you look close enough. Crumbs turn into our daily bread. A single brick transforms into a sturdy wall. And, that person who didn't want to shake your hand a day ago, is now the one who places a supportive arm around your shoulder. Life is a bounty" - A.H. Scott 3/22/12

A.H. SCOTT TAKES YOU BEHIND THE SILK CURTAIN OF "LISSETTE"

Lissette had charm. Lissette had grace. Lissette was a woman trained in the most elegant of ways. "Parchment Of Passion: Lissette" is multi-part installment of the journal of a submissive. Author A.H. Scott takes you behind the silk curtains of concealment. 

Lissette awaits you at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes & Smashwords.

THE ART OF NEGOTIATION BEGINS WITH SEDUCTION - "RACK EM" BY A.H. SCOTT

"The Art Of Negotiation Begins With Seduction" - A.H. Scott

(..Arlington Cross and Pao Tse-Ling were quite capable negotiators. In so many ways, their skills complimented one another..)
"You are nobody's delivery girl." His right hand came out of pants' pocket and pinched the bridge of his nose gently. "You are a bright pearl Pao There's no way that your office would have sent you to Vancouver, if you weren't prepared for the job."
"Maybe I'm not the right person for the job? Is that what you're saying to me?" Pao's confidence took an unwarranted uppercut from Arlington, as if a cape of doubt suddenly began to ascend over her.
"Not in any way, Pao. You have a sterling reputation. Fortunately, this lot is among the niche that you have so discreetly dedicated a career to," Cross brushed mixed hair back with both hands.
"That's something quite interesting. You've had me investigated" Never a person to down in self pity or dejection, Pao took a swing in her own defense and distinction built over several years "Now, you tell me why I shouldn't feel besmirched by this invasion of my privacy?"
Hearing such a snap in this woman's voice, Arlington couldn't help but give her a sparkle of praise. "Curiosity and novelty is what you trade in. This isn't something that the average house buys and sells. This isn't for the meek."
"At least now I know," Tse-Ling took a long, deep breath, coming to terms with her Canadian counterpart, "You and I are in the same business."
"Precisely put, pretty Pao. So, this means you can put a higher number on that paper." knowing this fascinating lady from Shanghai had more leeway with pricing goods than most buyers he'd come across. "You, me, and all the others that have been sniffing around this place, know to the winner goes those golden spoils."
"You're correct, sir. I could, but, I won't." Pao Tse-Ling's verbal tango with him, turned from glimmering to a stern refusal. "That is my final offer," beginning to exit his establishment with purse in hand, "Good night, sir."
"There may be another option," Cross tossed a preserver of opportunity into acquisition's ocean.
As those words drifted from his lips, Pao suddenly stopped in her tracks. With back to this Cross, she smiled to herself. Turning around to face him, the smile evaporated. "And, what could that possibly be?"
"I could leave the bidding open for another 72 hours," Arlington began to lay an offer on the line, hoping Pao might take it.
Pao may have relished the chance to get back into the ring of negotiation with him, knowing those four corners may be closing in around her. "Tell me exactly how 3 days could change this offer's position?"
"The market's hot right now. That's because everyone thinks the time is almost up," owner of Cross Collectibles gave the outlook on where the auction was heading, "As the hours fly by, the wheat separates from the chaff."
"I know this may be inappropriate," Pao folded arms with purse held in hand, "But how high am I on that bidder's list?"
"You are in the lucky seven." Enjoying Pao's interest being peaked in hearing about the odds being in her favor, Arlington grinned.
"That's a good thing to know" Feeling she'd partially dissolved that wall of distrust which Arlington placed between her and him, Pao felt a sense of comfort in inquiring to Cross "But, does that mean you can be more specific?"
"I could," Cross let out a relaxed laugh, as that feather of flirtation, which was there when they first met, tickled his soul, "But then what felicity would there be in that?"
"Felicity may be a relative thing."
"Pleasure always is."
"And, what pray tell..." Pao took off her jacket as a seductive ribbon curled around her, "Gives you bliss?"
"Beauty." Unknotting his tie with one hand, Arlington Cross gazed at this hypnotic creature before him, "Wisdom."
"A wise man once said," Pao's palms gingerly rubbed against each other, as a quote from de Montaigne seemed more than appropriate for what journey this varied duo were about to embark on, "One may be humble out of pride."
Mixture of surprise and thrill rolled over him. "Three is your lucky number, Pao."
"In life's game of chance," Tse-Ling placed peach jacket onto a wooden chair, "Maybe the golden jackpot is right within your realm."
"Lady Luck." Cross's arousal almost became uncontrollable in the presence of such loveliness as he walked closer to Pao. "Casting a spell?"
Eclipse of a blush formed on Pao's cheeks. "The fairy dust is mine." Attentively, rubbing a manicured hand against Arlington's crotch, "While the wand remains in your court."
Lightly whispering into Pao's soft ear, Arlington feasted on the temptation. "Soon to be into you." tiny kisses onto her lobes. "Lovely queen of lust."
Tingling sensations filled Pao, as moist lips pressed against his. Arlington Cross's charming ways melted away this lady's defenses.
Within a foot of where they stood, a black leather swivel chair sat empty. Tse-Ling pressed against Cross, getting him into a seated position. "Pao, What are you doing?"
"Be silent, sir." Pao pulled the silk fabric of blouse away and revealed a white lace bra. Three small hooks set herself free, "Silence is golden, Arlington."
Holding this woman by the hips, Cross pulled Pao closer and kissed her right breast "Absolutely golden. Just as your breasts. Beautiful."
"Mmm, that's nice." Exhaling with that feeling of bliss, Pao's desire was slowly building for him.
With his hands still on her hips, Arlington reached behind her and unzipped the white skirt. She shimmied as it fell onto that wooden floor. One leg stepped out and the other deftly kicked the cotton item onto the cluttered oak desk.
Pao placed her hands onto Arlington's strong shoulders, as his eyes followed her every movement, "A delicate flower you are, Pao." tip of tongue gently licked between those breasts.
"Cross, is this your idea of negotiating?" tiny giggle came out of that smiling mouth, while placing left index finger beneath his chin.
"No, Pao." Playing lust's cards close to the vest, Arlington Cross gingerly kissed Pao's palm and let that soft hand go from his, "This is my idea of pleasure."
Tse-Ling's hair was tightly pulled back in a bow design, held in place with white satin ribbon and golden hairpins. This woman remained a vision of ornate mystery for an animal of male persuasion. Manicured fingers freed that silken mane, letting Pao feel truly independent of conventionality and clothing.
"That's good to hear." Pao's hair fell, like strands of chocolate linguini against Cross's cheek. Kneeling between his legs, a whisper came from those tender lips, "Pleasure is so subjective, sir."…

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ALBAZE - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Ablaze

His fingers were like candles, lighting my flesh with every touchVirility mixed with sweat and fervency, takes me to places too savage to mention out loudTiny hairs on my neck were the wicks those fingers ignited in a tender touchHeat me up with your body thrusting like gladiator in the arena of lustNo doubt any woman in your midst is always left a humble missSonnet of the bard or philosopher from ancient Rome are recounted with authority from your lipsBehind the grunt, you are a charming chapNo wonder why I ended up in your lapStrands of my hair cascade over the mattress, as your tempting tide overtakes meFrom afar, you seemed like a hard nut to crackYet, after a while of knocking on the castle walls, your resistance crumbled to my kisses The fire is real within me nowWhispered words from you to me are the gift the angels have allowedPores are opened and drenched with delightAblaze with volcanic encounters with you in the night...
- A.H. Scott 3/22/12

ANNIHILATOR - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"People chase dragons. Dragons chase people. Either way, the flesh falls victim to the flame" - A.H. Scott  3/24/13