The Spring of Elemental Desires

By A. M. Jeunet

"It happened on an oddly cold August morning, through no particular distractions that I can remember, or maybe I’m not supposed to remember them. Maybe I had already fallen into the trap and didn’t realize..."

For Beth Watkins, a simple day takes an unexpected turn when she finds a spring with seemingly magical properties in the middle of the mountains. She's soon lured into it by mysterious forces she is unable to overcome, by a lustful desire to pleasure herself as she swims in its strange waters. When more hikers fall into its lure, all bets are off...

Original title: “The Spring of Pomona”

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. M. Jeunet
• Release date: Nov 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370679409

A. M. Jeunet

A. M. Jeunet is an entirely fictional writer, but not existing doesn't stop her from having a fulfilling life. In addition to her writing, Ms. Jeunet likes to read a wide range of genres, watch movies and documentaries, cycle along the Thames, travel and see the world. Combining science fiction and fantasy with erotica allows her to explore the deep recesses of the human mind and all the possibilities opened by those genres. Ms. Jeunet is a frequent visitor of Lucien's library, from which she gets all of her ideas.Her playful, adventurous side, and her shier, intellectual side like to take turns when writing, but both are indispensable to her creative output.

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THE SPRING OF ELEMENTAL DESIRES

A Tale of Fantasy Erotica

A.M. Jeunet

Original title: The Spring of Pomona

Copyright © 2017 Samuel Pérez García

Foreword

POSSIBILITIES IN FICTION

The fictional universe is a vast one, limited only by human imagination and understanding. In this universe new worlds are created every second, new possibilities spawning every instant, new journeys begun with every turn of the page.

The world from which The Spring of Elemental Desires sprung forth is the brainchild of one A.M. Jeunet. Ms. Jeunet is an entirely fictional character in her own right, and thus unbounded by the constraints of mundane reality. She’s also the type of fictional person to create new worlds of erotica. There are many kinds of erotica, but Ms. Jeunet focused on two in particular: fantasy and science fiction. Why? Because both explore life beyond the ordinary. Beyond your ordinary. And don’t you want to see what lies beyond that?

The Spring of Elemental Desires is her first small step into these worlds.

SPG

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That was…

He didn’t finish.

Yeah… I said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. I didn’t finish either; right now catching our breaths took precedence over anything else.

I could feel his breathing slowing down faster than mine, and resented his better stamina a little bit. Not that I was in bad shape myself - far from it - but Howard took exercising to a CrossFitting extreme that I couldn’t follow. Being a working mother of two teenagers left very little time to exercise like an Olympic athlete… though I guess that situation was about to change.

He lay beside me in bed, like old times. And recent times too, I admit it. Whatever personal issues I had with my ex-husband, they didn’t include sex. It was fun to booty call your ex and get rid of him as soon as you were done. Now we had a healthier relationship than when we were married. I didn’t want to think how long this would last, that would just complicate things. I liked things kept simple.

Howard turned towards me and his eyes immediately shifted to my still heaving breasts. His right hand caressed the areola around my left nipple, which got hard almost immediately in response.

Ready for more already? I said, turning to look at him. His dick wasn’t hard all the way yet, but you could tell it was making the effort for a speedier recovery.

I would ask you the same question, he replied, pressing the hardened nipple like it was a computer key. He turned his whole body my way now, his dick landing against my left thigh. You should shave soon, he added, patting the thigh.

Fuck off. But I blushed. I actually blushed. For some fucking reason I still cared about looking good to him. Or, more to the point, I began to care again.

What? Just saying. It’s starting to get a bit prickly.

I slapped his hand hard.

Ow! he cried. Oh, so you can complain about my half-assed beard prickling you, but I have to put up with your thorny legs?

Fuck you, Howard! That’s so mean.

He laughed.

"But at least this is perfectly fine." He tickled the little mohawk between my legs.

Thank you, I said. God knows I needed your approval.

His fingers ventured down, two of them going inside me, curving until my clitoris became their prisoner.

Howard, no…

No? You serious? It’s wetter than Seattle in there.

That’s from before… ungh…

His fingers began to drill. A few inches away I could feel his dick was back at a hundred percent capacity.

Not yet, I insisted, though I started feeling that tingling sensation. "We have plenty of time, the kids are not coming back. We