💕🇺🇸THE NAUGHTY COLONEL – From Across The Way🇺🇸💕
🌹PUBLISHED SPRING 20/20🌹
*🥀*Look For The 3 Part Novel On Amazon Publishing*🥀*
🥀💃LOVE & LEISURE💃🥀 With Men Of Eminent Merit
“Two Words Spoken by An Officer and Scoundrel…“COME CLOSER!”
Lit The Spark That Started A Carnal Fire That Burned With Both A Rage and Savage Fire! 🔥🥀🔥🥀
🇺🇸💕ELLE BELONGED TO COLONEL KIDDS, BY FORTUNE. BUT LTC (LIGHT COLONEL) PACHE’ WAS DESTINED TO OWN LADY ELLE, BY FATE!💕🇺🇸
🌹💃🔥Ladies Time To Clutch All Of Your Pearls🔥💃🌹
If that scoundrel—and the object of his obsession were nothing else—the disillusioned lovers were pragmatist and existentialist, by nature. No stretch of the imagination there.
While caught in the clutches of the dark place my two ‘battle buddies” of their now new “pleasure covenant” slowly initiated a peculiar type of psychological and mental military operation, against the demons of their darkness—-slowly pushing the two lovers towards the cliff and abyss.
Meaning—-that in love and life—-the two needed nothing from no one fiscally or socially ( total loners). Pursuing the taboo in their lives, with truculence, wasn’t a sense of arrogance or apathy by these agents of primal neurosis. It was, unfortunately, a terrible sense of “self-preservation” via the libidinous capitulation (hot and steamy eroticism) that was to come within their sacred covenant. Oh…make no mistake the two knew their inner yearnings were corrupted by flawed desires and neurosis, but the clarity of thought took a back seat to the hunger and yearning waging a paradoxical type of guerilla warfare within them. Remember…they were dark captivity mentally: and morally. They could have cared to shits less—pain had raved their spirits!
Fear was the true catalyst and driving force behind their duplicitous love affair. And the exposure of these vulnerabilities gave way to one driving force between them–that their only recourse for survival would be to submerge themselves into one another with all the strength and forbearance the two could possibly muster! Though conscious of their wrongdoing underneath; bear in mind, the conscious mind is no match for the demons of the darkness. Any soldier or veteran who has been there, and lived to tell the story, can truly relate to this ill-fated couple’s connection and peril.
The pleasure covenant needed sources to feed their strength and covetousness, at that time (one another). Internally, Stella- Ann and the Light Colonel were fighting against two very extraordinary and perplexing forces–right and wrong! This battle drew and kept them coming for one another, repeatedly, passionately and emotionally! Emotional greed destined to either destroy or consume their lives covertly, of course! “If lust be thy flame…please set my soul on fire, because I need to be free and of that dark Pathfinder—continually making me the P.O.W of his will…and you mine!” Pache’ would repeat this phrase to Stella-Ann over and over again out fear…not lust. Whoever, heard of a Navy Seal afraid of anything? I have! That pain continually splicing your soul into mincemeat will blind your sense f being…and wrong and right for that matter. Both these primal players were ready and willing to risk it all just to be free.
We are all in awe i.e. myself included, of the fact that the LTC initiated this an entire sordid affair with his “so-called” gesture of goodwill: something as simple as a thank-you note left across the hall on Colonel Kidd’s door. Just across the way, as we soldier types like to decree. Funny. You really gotta have a set of big ones to pull off such a brazen act: camouflaged by a more sinister agenda! The dark place is as mysterious…as it is perilous. Your inhibitions are often lost in transit—-or rather translation. It often gives its captives the illusion of grandeur. LTC Pache’ was most susceptible to this rule. Gosh….he was so damn bold!
The note simply read “thank you for the care package. I am most humble and grateful.” The salutation said nothing more than “thanks a million”. The more I elaborated, to myself, about this officer’s odd gesture the more I wanted answers. The only person who could draw this road map, plus provide me with a narrative that my cognitive and sensible mind could conceive was Sable herself. That said───I politely invited my “Battle Buddy” to brunch and martinis. If she were going to provide me with a chronicled narrative of her and Pache’s affair on such a mental and emotional magnitude…she would need a push…okay, maybe a shove! I couldn’t think of a better catalyst for the spurring of her memory than top-shelf libations by the names of Belvedere, Chopin, and or Grey Goose. “Hell” …I am thinking that we both would need them by night’s end!
This storyline is both enigmatic…as it is galvanizing! You will not put down your kindle or hardcopy.
AUTHOR/WRITER – J. Z. LUCIANO