Rain strikes upon the glass
Wind howls throughout the room

My essence departs
Along the gusts it rides
Yours it seeks
Together again they join

The passage of time is not relevant
The distance between us is erased
The realities of life which separate us are no longer tangible

Our souls again are entangled
Our souls no longer cry out into the void
Our souls are together as they have always been
Our souls are one with the other – never and forever

Relationship Status Stupidity

Facebook may very well be the beginning of the end of civilization. People log on to discuss everything from what foods they have eaten, to what obstacles they have overcome, to how often they have gone to the bathroom. People there project an image of a fantastical life they want you to believe they live; of which often times, the reality bears little to no resemblance.

Of all the crap listed on Facebook, the one that draws everyone’s attention is the relationship status. After someone views your profile picture, one that often puts forth a sultry best appearance, the eyes immediately search for the relationship status. For some inane or insane reason, a person viewing a profile of a person in Los Angeles, California, sits behind his or her computer in Brunswick, Maine, and thinks if they see single, divorced, widowed, open, or the high point of vulnerability and stupidity, “it’s complicated,” they immediately think they have a chance and hit the friend request button.

Take away the fact that any relationship besides open is just plain dumb and boring, Facebook does this to encourage fantasies of flesh peddling infidelity or Tinder like sexual encounters, what other reason would anyone care about a relationship status? Facebook promotes not simply a virtual social life, those in power are trying to push a virtual life to supplant real life. And, what better way to do so, than exploiting sexual fantasies and loneliness?

By blaring a person’s relationship status, Facebook is hoping to enable and encourage enthusiastic encounters leading to cybernetic adultery.

Leave the nonsensical, computer-generated world behind and embrace an open life of unbridled and unfettered true human contact sexuality.

Dump the relationship status and embrace the wild.

A Father

© 2017

by Scono Sciuto

All rights reserved. 

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

Printed in the United States of America.


This tale is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s extremely vivid, and at time disturbing, imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

 A Father

by Scono Sciuto

It is so close to the date, yet, your desire will not be denied. We make love, unbridled is our passion. To unimagined climax, we bring each other.

Behind closed lids, your beautiful eyes are now hidden. I lay next to you. My hand, upon the outline of our child. Eager to see the world, he presses against your belly. I kiss your cheek. My love, I proclaim. I am with my family.

We are not asleep long.

A contraction wakes you.

You feel a pop, then a trickle.

It is time. We rush to your house. When we are near, you phone your sister. Within the hour, she will be there.

I am like a kid on Christmas morning. I have never felt such joy. I have never been so happy. A life, one created by our love, will soon be here.

My breathing is rapid.

Our son is coming.

My heart races.

We near your home. Your contractions continue. Less than ten minutes after the last, arrives the next.

Your face turns sad.  As you place the next call, you tell me you love me. My excitation dims. At his work, your husband’s phone rings.

Of paternity, he is unaware. I am the father. However, he remains, your husband. My joy is gone, in its place, despair.

It is he, who will witness the birth of my son.

It is he, who will hold him when our son breathes his first.

It is he, who will sit next to you, to share the advent of the life which we created.

I stop in front of your house. There is little time. You aren’t sure when next we will speak. I reassure you, all is fine. Before darting from the car, you tell me you love me and kiss me. As I pull away, the headlights of your sister’s car greet me.

To the hospital, I hurry. I observe you arrive, close behind, so does he. Blissfully blind to the truth, in he rushes.

I leave. For hours, I drive. I am not by your side. I am not there to hold your hand. I am not there to tell you to push. I am not there to wipe the sweat from your brow or tears from your cheek.

I don’t know how you are doing. I don’t know if you have yet given birth. I don’t know if our son has seen his first sight.

What I do know —

It is he, who our son will cry out for in the night.

It is he, who our son will consider his father.

It is he, who my son will call daddy.

Unexpected and unplanned, but not unwelcomed, was his conception. You attempted to leave, but each time you tried, unforeseen events prevented you. Tears fill my eyes.

I will never know my son.

It is that truth, which leads me to the revolver.

It is that truth, I mutter as I press the barrel to my head

It is that truth, I repeat over and over, as I cock the hammer.

It is that truth, the last words I speak, before the explosion echoes.


The End


The Embrace the Wild Fantasies

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Angelic Adultery

Addiction Salvation

For God

Creation’s Mother

Submissive Is Dominant

Faithfully Unfaithful


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A Weekend Of Lustful Play

acjass1It is your birthday. I give you a gift, one that admittedly is more for me than you. A pair of thong underwear.

You are fifty-the orgininal wildone years old and have never worn them. You thought they would be uncomfortable.

I offer to take them back. You say no. You lift your skirt and remove your current under garment. You hold it up for a moment, allowing me to gaze the most luscious pussy I have ever seen.

You open each leg of the green apparel. You pull it up your calves, up your incredible thighs and then finally up to your waist. You pull on the cloth that is nestled within your cheeks.

It doesn’t feel that bad you tell me. You hold your skirt up and slowly turn around asking me what I think.

You are a vision. So perfect. I have waited so many years to be with you, each day I have to remind myself of how lucky I am.

gh1 - Copy1I run my hands up your legs. I caress the flesh of your upper thigh.  My hand finds the string like material. I bend you over the couch and open your cheeks. I stare at the satin fabric as it rubs against the inside of your cheeks. Your asshole is looking back at me, barely concealed. For the first time ever, I lower my head, and with the fabric still in place I tongue your hole. You react my bending further forward, inviting me to continue.

For the better part of the next hour I work my mouth around your entire backside. The perfect shape that many men, and women, have admired over the years was now mine. Mine to give attention, mine to care for, mine to worship.

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Your moans only stop for a moment and they are to utter but three words. “Fuck me hard.”

I slide the fabric to the side and enter you. Immediately, with all of my might, I push myself within. The wet material rubs against my cock as I penetrate you with more force and more vigor than ever had I in the past. As much as I want this to last, I am too excited, too far gone, and within mere moments my come fills you.

My fluid flows from you, and without hesitation, I resume my old positon and start licking your ass and pussy. In no time, I am ready to take you again. This time it isn’t over as quickly. My balls hit your clit with each forward thrust. You start to scream; you tell me you are coming. You command me not to stop.

As your body shutters, I fuck you through your orgasm. The shuttering of your snatch Embrace The Wild Fantasiesadds to the friction we are generating, soon, I fill you once again.

My cock slides out. So hot is the sight of my come oozing from your insides, soaking your birthday gift, that only a little of it rigidity is lost.

You turn and take me in your mouth. You lick each bit of our passion, and then you rise to your feet and passionately our mouths intertwine.

We don’t leave your house for the entire weekend. How many times we share our passion, I can’t recall, but never, will I forget being with my goddess.

The Original Wild

the orgininal wild

At my desk, I work. From the task at hand, the aroma distracts.


Her scent, sweet and subtle.

My head follows my gaze. In front of me, she appears. Framed by soft, shiny hair, eyes so deep, beauty so genuine, my heart, for a moment, ceases beating, then beats much too fast.

More than a decade, it has been.

She speaks, a choir of angels fills the air.

Across the room she glides. The hypnotic sway of her hips controls me. Over her shoulder, a glance is an invitation.

The staircase, she climbs. The uneven gait, to her walk, gives a new rhythm. Her sashay beckons me to follow.

Half way into our ascent, overwhelmed am I. I turn her to face me. Our mouths meet. Inhale her, I do. I imbibe, immediate intoxication, under her spell, again, I fall.

gh1 - Copy1To her legs, my hands explore. Permission I seek, I ask, I am given. Moistness allows unimpeded entry. With feverish haste, within her, my finger explores. One, then two, finds entry. Quickly, I lower my head. The taste, my God, the taste. The finest honey could not be so satisfying, the darkest

chocolate so rich, nor the most expensive wine so pleasing — the true nectar of the Gods is this.

Wider, her body opens. Her scent, overpowering. Faster, I move my hands. Panting passion is expressed in earsplitting, salacious screams.

“Fuck me!” she demands.

Our enemies are time and location. I want to, so desperately I desire to again be within. Hopefully, one day I will. Today, I am satisfied delivering.

From her succulent snatch, I take my fingers. Coated with her, I lift to her mouth. From my fingers, she sucks. Within the confines of paradise, I replace them. As I take from within, my fingers glisten. I sample ambrosia.

I need to have her.

I want to have her.

I must feel her around me.

Never, by only giving, have I been so satisfied. Her body is meant for pleasure. Her body is meant for lust. Her very being is meant for unimaginable sin.

That night I sleep. Visions of her flawless, gh1 - Copy2curvaceous body dance in my head – incredible bosom, nipples so tantalizing,  her wet, dripping, inviting, cunt. Her scent, her taste, her soul stirring screams.  Each perfectly memorized, perfectly etched. Each in the present as they were in the past.

Embrace the wild?



She, whom against all else have been measured, was born for the wild, she was born to the wild, she was born to define the wild.  She is, as she has always been, my wild.



The Perfect Start To The Day


I came out of the bath to find my Angel awake. The covers were drawn back, and she was at the edge of the bed. Her perfect body, free of clothing, greeted me.

She gave me that look, and parted her legs. I understood immediately that I was going to be late leaving her house, hopefully, her husband would be just as late returning. .  

I took my place, kneeling before her. As I lowered my head, I ran my hand along her thighs, drawn to the succulent scent emanating from in between, I descended.

My Angel, not feeling well the last few days, was ready this morning.

I sampled from her vaginal chalice, the sweet nectar of my Goddess. For the better part of an hour, my mouth never lost contact.

Is there any more perfect way to start a day?


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In His Arms – I Embrace The Wild

In His arms, the night comes not alone.wildsdslate

In His arms, I come not alone.

In His arms, I feel more than safety.

In His arms, I actually feel.

In His arms, I become the woman I am.

In His arms, I am a vamp.

In His arms, I feel passion.

In His arms, I am powerfully passionate.

In His arms, my desires are fulfilled.

In His arms, I am unadulterated desire.

In His arms, my body feels erotic.

Embrace The Wild Fantasies

In His arms, I am pure erotica.

In His arms,  I feel lust and love.

In His arms, I am both lust and love.

In His arms, I hunger for raw and unbridled sex.

In His arms, I am raw and unbridled sex.

In His arms, The Wild Embraces me.

In His arms, completely, I Embraced The Wild

Excerpt: Addiction Salvation – an embrace the wild fantasy

I have re-entered the world of competitive bodybuilding. Into the lion’s den, I have returned. Back to the very arena which sparked my addiction.

The photo shoot has just ended. I sit in front of the mirror. The expertly applied mask creates an outer beauty, conveying a fantasy for the world to perceive.

I cleanse my skin. With each pass, the make-up leaves my face and soaks the cloth. Layer by layer, away peels my disguise. No longer cleverly concealed, pockmark craters mar my features. The body may look young, but the face clearly shows the more than fifty years I have walked this earth. Each line, each crevice and each scar is well visible, and well earned.

As I sit here unadorned, it is just me. It’s Rita.

I smile. If those who compliment that which they see, knew the entire story. If they recognized what they see is merely the surface of a life-long, never-ending struggle.

I am happy with Rita, but that wasn’t always so.Addiction Salvation

I think back to another time. —


Excerpt – Submissive Is Dominance

The room is dark.

She is nervous, but foremost, she is excited.

Her body tingles. This is an enormous step. She is ready to completely embrace her wild.

He asks her for what seems the hundredth time if she is sure.

She assures him she is.

He asks her if she remembers the safe word.

She repeats it, and tells him she will not be needing it. “Today, I give myself to you and to us. I am your submissive — now, and always.”

He pauses.

He kisses her deeply.

He strokes her cheek.

“I love you so very much. You are my passion, my life. I need you more than I need food to eat, water to drink or air to breath. We are one.”

She licks her lips, “Forever, and never.”

He places a blindfold around her eyes. He ties her to the bed, each extremity secured at a corner. Her body is an X, a glorious X. He wants to take her now. He has come to learn what a transcended sexual being she is, and she is his to control, his to use, his to please, and his from which to derive previously unimaginable pleasure.

Her legs are wide and waiting. He stares at the patch of overgrown hair. She wanted to shave, but he loves the way it holds her scent. Today, she is not the only one taking a big step, he is as well. He is giving her the ultimate commitment, a commitment he never believed he was going to be able to give to another. Happily, it is she who he is giving himself to; she who is his one true passion, she who is his one true love……..

 sub is dom


the past IS the present

©2017 Flash fiction prequel to “For God”

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My mind’s eye, creates the vision.
My soul’s longing, embraces the vision.
My dream state, places me in the vision.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

The air is crisp, we are out for a jog.
Tight shorts, cradle and hug your most incredible form.
Each heel strike, causes your perfectly shaped muscles to flex taut.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

For three miles, I have paced myself slightly behind.
For three miles, I have endured intense arousal.
For three miles, I have only thought of you.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Into the house, I follow.
To face me, I turn you.
Deeply, I kiss you.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You tell me, “I need to shower.”
I tell you, “No.”
I want you now, as you are.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Your shirt, I pull off.
Beaded sweat, shimmers within your cleavage.
My tongue, samples as your sports bra fights to hold.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Much time, I spend here.
You ask me, “Do you like my tits?”
Nestled between, a muffled, “Yes.”

Away, you push me.
Together, you push bosom.
Their perfection, we both admire.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Contain myself any longer, I can’t
From your body, I rip your shorts.
As the fabric moves, sweat shines and streaks.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Both inside and out, wetness greets my hand.
To tell where your inner moisture begins, is not possible.
Insert a finger, I do.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My head, I lower.
Perfuse perspiration, increases pheromone proliferation.
More powerful than ever, your scent controls me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Once again, you push me away.
Onto your hands and knees, you position yourself.
Now before me, is the greatest of all time.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

To my knees, I drop
At the goddess, I worship.
Sweat from your cheeks, my lips absorb.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Along the crack, moves my tongue.
From the top, lower it journeys.
Your opening, that is my destination.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You tell me, “I have never had this done.”
I tell you, “I have never done this.”
With no hesitation, I plunge my tongue.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Loudly, you scream.
Faster, I move.
A part of you never touched, my mouth completely covers.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Back and forth, your body moves.
With great effort, I keep pace and motion.
Never, does my mouth lose contact.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Your moans, become screams.
Intensifying, is my action.
My hand, finds your cunt.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Contact with your clit, my fingers make.
In small circular motions, I move them
Moisture, from within and without, drops to my palm.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Onto your back, you change position.
Kneeling, I remain.
To my goddess, I continue to show adoration.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

The aroma, from within and without, is more intense.
The scent, that of wanting passion, wafts to my nose.
My head, I lower, inhaling deeper, moving nearer.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

You shift position, legs open a bit more, encouraging me.
Your invitation, greedily, I accept.
Contact, my mouth makes – heavenly, is the taste.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

How long I am here, I don’t know.
Your hands, grasp my hair.
To your head, you pull me, deeply, you kiss me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

To join with you, once again.
To love you, with my very soul.
Your body commands, “Fuck me,” your voice asks, “Love me?”

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Within the confines of you, we are again one.
Space between us, does not exist.
The years that have lapsed, are no longer.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Passion, intersects with want.
Desire, joins with emotion.
Lust and love unite, they have no division.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

My passion, for you, has never waned.
My desire, for you, has never ceased.
My lust, for you, has never weakened.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

As if I am the only one to have existed, you make me feel.
As if no time is as important as this, you make me believe.
Others you have had, but now, I am blessed, you have chosen me.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

Together, we achieve climax.
Together, we profess our love.
Together, again we are – forever and never.

It is the past and the present.
Time has passed, and yet it has not.

for godAs was then, it is for a higher purpose for which you have been created.

As was then, it is for a higher cause for which you have been created.

As was then, it is for a higher being for whom you have been created.



Monogamy Is The Path To Jealousy

If the allegations against Allison Mack prove true, is it possible she was on the way to enlightenment and was simply misguided by a man? If Allison Mack was to have learned the way of The New Savior, would she have better looked out for her sisters?

Those of us who follow The New Savior, lead an open sexual lifestyle.  Unfettered sexual encounters with

Jealousy Night

Jealousy Night (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

other members is not only accepted — it is encouraged.  The New Savior herself has made love to upwards of one hundred of us at any given time.  Her love, and our devotion is something to cherish.

The New Savior has taught us that men have used the guise of religion to quell sexual desire; to keep it strictly for men’s pleasure, while women have always been the tools for that pleasure and a woman’s sexual satisfaction and gratification were never given consideration.  Women, in many religions, are viewed as nothing more than property; which is the primary purpose of the marriage contract — to subjugate woman to the rule of man.  That is why those of us who follow The New Savior, are not beholden to one singular lover; we are all lovers of one another.  None of us own each other — not the person, nor the heart — we share among us all.
The Catholic Church has constantly viewed women as lesser beings, whose only purpose was to accept the seed of a man to produce an offspring.  The New Savior has taught us the beauty of sexual freedom, and sexual expression.  We, those in the flock, experience one another as frequently as possible.  We never hold back our passions nor our love, thus jealousy never rears its ugly, destructive head.

The Judeo-Christian Bible readily demonstrates the outright and lasting effects of jealousy.  If a woman was not merely a concubine, or more accurately, a vessel, the split that occurred in the early Judea faith may never have occurred.  If they all genuinely loved each other as a family, if all of the women were made to feel equally as loved, by not only the man — but by one another; the split which is still felt to this day, would never have come to pass.
Of course, sexual encounters between women is the ultimate in pleasure.  We touch each other, caress each other, and embrace one another with the understanding, concern and love that only women possess.

We have rough sex on occasion, we experiment often, but always — no matter the method, we  make love with one another —- extending and increasing our love, and strengthening our bond for one another.


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