Shattering the Myth by Zane Page A

home. I kissed them good-bye at the gate and told them how much I love them. I promised it wouldn’t take me nearly as long to visit again as it did in the past. Grandma surprised me by handing me an index card, telling me she had written down the recipe for her peach pie.
    I told her thanks and shoved it in my pocket. They were having final boarding, and I had to rush. I made it onto the plane and found my seat seconds before the pilot put on the Fasten Seatbelt sign.
    I flipped through the airline magazine stuffed into the pocket on the back of the seat in front of me but found it dull at best. I had meant to pick up a novel or magazine in the gift shop but got to the terminal too late to risk it.
    Once again, I was stuck with nothing to read. Halfway through the flight, I started thinking about my grandma’s peach pie. I took the recipe out my pocket to look over the ingredients and directions.
    I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I instantly knew they weren’t. The handwriting on the index card was identical to the one from the diary, and I was in shock. The woman in the diary, the one whose sexual experience had driven me to the point of masturbation, and ultimately orgasm, was my own grandmother.
    It wasn’t until a week later, when my mother called from Europe, that I found out Grandma’s pet name for Grandpa used to be Pookie. Dayum, who would have thought it!

The Seduction

    The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to feel you inside me. The first time you kissed me, I thought that I would die. Yet and still, two months and several dates later, we had yet to make love. Partly because you respected me enough to wait and partly because we both wanted the first time to be special.
    I decided it was time, since I knew that my body could not settle down for another night’s sleep without you. You invaded my every thought. I dreamed of you doing things to me all the time, whether I was stuck in rush-hour traffic or walking down the aisle in the grocery store. The mere thought of you made my juices flow. I was determined to make the night special, something neither one of us would ever forget.
    It was a Friday evening about 6 P.M . when you left your office, tired but elated that the workweek was over. We didn’t have any plans and hadn’t spoken, even by telephone, for the past few days, which is why the note in the white envelope with lace trim on your windshield took you by total surprise.
    As you lifted the note from under the wiper, you could smell the scent of my perfume, all too familiar to you now, breeze past your nose in the brisk October wind. It was a cold evening, but I had plans to warm you up.
    You opened the note and read it:
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    Hey Baby,
    I know we didn’t have plans for tonight, but I have a surprise for you. You have to come to me in order to find out what it is. A friend of mine asked me to house-sit her new home while she is out of town getting her furniture. It is kind of way out, so I drew you a map on the back of this note.
    If you want to experience a night of lovemaking that will stimulate all of your senses and allow me to pamper your entire body as well as your mind, CUM TO ME! Don’t bring anything but your sexy ass. Hurry up baby because I need you.
    
Zane
    You smile as you see the imprint of my lips, in red lipstick, at the very bottom of the note. You can feel your dick getting hard in your pants as you lick your lips and drive off to begin our adventure together.
    The house was indeed hard to find but you accomplished the deed and pulled up in the secluded driveway about an hour later. It was a nice little cottage way out in the country, surrounded by trees. As you got out of the car, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was. You thought you heard anowl way off in a distant tree as you approached the front door.
    When you got to the door, there was a piece of paper attached to it saying:
    Roses are