As a prisoner of her own experience, a young woman finds no other way to free herself of obsessive thoughts between two men except by telling her story.
“A passion has erupted inside of me leaving me no choice but to share my story of dreams, emotions and experiences. By sharing it, I hope to set myself free.”
Unquenched is about a tormented triangle filled with love and deception. It is about passions and dreams and discovering unquenched thirsts that lie deep within us. It is about the need to satiate our lust for life and not settling for anything less. It is about the thrill of adventure and taking risks to understand the complexity of simply feeling alive. This story is expressed through an unexpected romantic interlude that takes place in Indonesia and finds its way to New York.
“I can see the truth now, although I realized it all along, I just never had the courage to admit it. There was something missing. In a word, passion.”
“Despite our differences and my fear of the unknown, I was determined to see him again.”
“Not a moment was wasted before his lips touched mine and I relaxed as my uncertainty disappeared. We became lost to each other as our bodies were entwined and I savored the moments I had waited for. His hands and mouth worked well together, and with his tongue leading, he began to venture to my lower half. His hands assisted as I felt my pants slowly move down my legs. With my body fully exposed, he warmed me, as I felt his mouth affectionately stroke my inner thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair letting him know that my barriers were no longer present. His mouth and fingers traveled up my legs, and met where the top of my thighs became one. Then, as if he could read my thoughts, just the way he did on Bali, with his muscular arms and body a blanket on mine, he embraced me tighter, then tighter still, until finally we became one.”
“My mind could not rest. I did not trust that our intimate night was an indication that we had moved forward. I had no idea what lay ahead but my gut told me that something was wrong.”
“I wished I had never known. But I do now and pray that by knowing, I can move on.”
©2012 Jorie Dakelle (P)2012 Jorie Dakelle