The Portal In The Park
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by Shara Bloodstone
Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: Springtime is blooming in Manhattan when Julie Daniels takes a break from her dance research at the Lincoln Center library. Her visit to an unfamiliar coffee shop renders an eccentric gentleman who serves up more than the average latte. After blending a little magic in her drink, he sends her to a grove hidden deep in Central Park. In addition to the usual flowers and trees, Julie discovers the woodlands also contain mythological creatures. The lusty fauns and seductive nymphs who appear have traveled through a portal in the park. The exotic creatures entice Julie into a realm of passion beyond her wildest dreams, and she embraces the carnal pleasures they offer. When evening approaches, Julie awakens from a nap to find the magical beings nowhere in sight. And even more frightening, neither is the coffee shop, where the strangeness all began! Julie would like to write off the bizarre occurrences as a dream, or perhaps an hallucination, but her sated body and spirit convince her otherwise. She's left to wonder how and why this strange day began--and if it's really ended... Genres: Fantasy / Witchcraft / Magic / Menage (F/F/M) / Group Sex / Bisexual Activity (F/F) / Voyeurism / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: June 2008
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [100 KB]
Reading time: 58-81 min.
Julie Daniels pushed aside the doors of the darkened library to greet a sunny afternoon. She squinted from the sunlight glinting off the grayish granite of the vast Lincoln Center complex. Her mind was saturated from studying videos of Broadway musicals over the past three weeks. She'd spent every weekday viewing "Into the Woods" and "Cabaret," in preparation for the upcoming summer stock season she'd been hired to choreograph in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
Think I'll grab a cup of coffee and a snack.
She slung her knapsack over her back and headed toward the fountain glimmering at the heart of the great plaza.
The light May breeze loosened golden tendrils from the hair she'd pinned up in a bun for ballet class that morning. She lifted her face toward the big yellow ball in the sky and welcomed its heat. The Mayday warmth freed Manhattan from its winter doldrums and lightened her spirit. Even the gurgling fountain bubbled with joy, an elixir for lingering bleakness. Dressed in jeans and short, suede boots, her toes tapped with jubilance as she crossed the plaza. She hopped down the staircase to stand at the crosswalk facing Columbus Avenue.
As usual, the Columbus Avenue traffic was too treacherous to try and zigzag through by going against the light. Julie's legs twitched with impatience as she forced herself to wait by the curb until the green man signaled her to walk. She stared at the triangle of grass growing in the park across the street, at the lush trees growing there, and at the statue of the great writer and teacher for whom it had been named. A bartender friend of hers had told her that the statue was the great, mystical poet, Dante Alghieri. Julie recalled her friend's obsession with Dante and his otherworldly visits. How that girl would carry on, saying, "Dante went to hell and back, and now--lives in Manhattan!"