You kept silence
We kept remorse

Our hearts
Are now
Beating

To the same
Tune almost.

Is this a sin
Is this a ....
Tell.

Are we so
Alien to you

That you seem
To have forgotten
The thoughtforms
We created
Together.

Broken now we
Lie

Filled with shame
Despair and
Whatnots.

Now lost you
Are in deep
Despair.

What these
Shots of
Wine cannot
Do ...

Your lips
Can.

The woman was tall and quite buxom with blonde hairs. She had worked as a model during her younger days she was quite feirce in her temper but to those whom she had a soft corner she was firm and gentle . The boy Azreal became her favourite.

Readers of this tale I must narrate to thee that these incidents happened after me and Yazi were rescued from the clutches of that bothersome demon by Almas . We then moved over to London , Yazi possesed an old doctor whereas I possesed this young guy. He belonged to a family of wealthy merchants who worked for a powerful crown company that went by the name Eastern Indica. This company was directly under the crown of England at that time and the King was its absolute director the company dealt in spices and other stuff that it imported from other countries into England.

I learnt from her association with the boy that she was quite unsatisfied by her married life with the err arsehole manager. It was time to satisfy these primal desires of her selfhood.

I got this opportunity pretty soon , women are shopholics by nature and this woman was no exception.

I coerced her brainwaves during the time when she was buying stuff into thinking about Azreal.

Why only certain moments dear readers , we demons can access your subconcious self only under certain conditions it is during these moments that we gain control over your interpretations we cannot hack your soul but we can coerce your thoughts giving it suggestions about the way you percieve your reality.

The seed of lust was thus planted. The plant slowly grew until it reached it's zenith.

One day it was about afternoon Jimmy was out of town away on one of his business trips . A black car the old style you can picture the one's that ran on diesel and oil during those days this was the beggining of industrial revolution and the British Empire was at it's peak glory. London was no doubt a famous place during those times.

The car parked in front the main gate of the news agency office. And who would you expect , the woman came out in all her glory she was wearing a black suit and high heels and the old fashioned fur hat donned on her head , it was quite fashionable those days.

Oh I almost forgot to tell you her name it was Claraise shortened to Clara her full maiden name was Claraise Morrison.

It was a lunch break and Azreal was going out to have his snacks in the office canteen.

Clara called him " dear boy come here " , in an almost sweet and non-tempramental way and I knew by the looks of her face and the way she moved herself she was definitly trying to impress Azreal err me .

Azreal being a macho pussy followed her commands everytime they met . Ofcourse it was me just playing along I just wanted to punish her dear hubby for his wilful wrongdoings and at the same time break the virginity seal of our dear lad Azreal.

Ofcourse Azreal would not remember any of this once I left his body. So yeah he would still have a virgin psyche but not so virgin bodyself.

Demonic Laughter ...