Uncanny Tales – (52) A Lasciveorous Eye

It was a special occasion at the Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, Celia, the birthday girl was twenty-one, a blushing young beauty beneath soft curls.

It was universally believed that she was a most beautiful creature with such a sweet and delightful nature and a radiant smile that lit up her face.
But during the meal all Daniel could do was to look at her with lascivious eyes, to his complete and utter disgrace and he thought she would not smile at him so sweetly if she knew that he wanted her utterly, this beautiful young woman so demurely dressed, how he yearned to divest her of those very clothes.
If she could read his lustful mind she would find there such filthy thoughts.

As he looked at her with lustful eyes he wondered if her nature was as innocent as it seemed or if she was as dirty as in his sordid dreams, where he left her sullied and disgraced.

But it really was only a dream, the pretty young thing with sumptuous figure, how he would like to consume her in his vigour, but the pretty young girl, half his age will never release his passion from its cage.