Norman Filler Presents The Phantom Lover - Direct from Malawi... Well...At least in Fantasy!

"At that moment, Eve was lying naked on David’s bed,   stoned nearly to unconsciousness.   Beside her, David, equally naked and completely unconscious, snored and drooled.   By the bed, the dishes from last night’s meal were covered with a black and heaving layer of ants, feasting on the congealed fat and scraps of food.   Two tumblers were near the plates. One had tipped over and spilled the last of the whisky that had once filled it on the sheepskin rug.   The other was half-filled with urine, having been as far as David had managed to stagger when he felt the need. Damp yellowish stains in the fur around it gave testimony of the unsteadiness of his hand when he tried to aim the flow.   Their discarded clothes were scattered around the room along with those discarded on earlier occasions.   The room stank of rotting food and unwashed clothes and bodies. They’d scarcely left it for a week. 
"David had returned home to Lujeri Estate from his school in England ten days before.   When he first arrived, his mother, who had collected him from Chileka airport west of Blantyre, had dropped him at the estate’s administrative office to greet his father.   Eve, sitting at the reception desk had caught his eye immediately.  
 “Here,” he thought, “was just the tasty bit of liquorish to feed his appetite while he was on holiday.   But first things first.”   He told Eve to announce his arrival to his father and not waiting for any reply, he proceeded back to the manager’s office at the rear of the building, where he found his father father seated behind his enormous desk, initialing papers.
"Without looking up, his father greeted him, “Hello, David, have a good flight?” 
“Yes, sir. No problems.” 
“And a good term?”
 “Yes, I aced all the end of year exams.” 
“That’s good. I spend too much money sending you abroad to school to allow you to waste it in sloth and dissipation..."

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The Phantom Lover

By Norman Filler

He flicked his tongue over the button that was

 there until she moaned and panted with 

pleasure and spread her legs as wide as she

 could and lifted them until her thighs were

 pressed against her torso, and then he moved

 inward, plunging his tongue into the silky

 slippery dampness. Taking advantage of his

 ability for shape change, he swelled his

 tongue until he could penetrate and fill 

more thoroughly than the most well-endowed

 man could do with a different part of his

 body, and so brought her to a screaming

 climax, wave after wave of ecstasy convulsing

 her whole being – mind and body, muscles 

fluttering and every nerve-ending sparking

 with explosive force - making her deaf and

 blind to what was outside her by the

 overwhelming power of what was going on

 inside.   Speechless for some time, as she

 began to come down from the pinnacle, 

she drew him up until she could gaze deep

 into his yellow eyes

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Eve might have just fallen into the clutches of a rich boy, thinking she might be able to some day be the mistress of the large estate on which she now...played... but there was somebody looking out for her that had different ideas!

Erotica may not be your thing, but you may enjoy this short story of African lore where a grandmother knows best what is good for her granddaughter. 

Eve has fallen in with the son on a large estate during his break from school. He gets her involved in drugs, drinking, and, worse, has no intention of establishing a relationship with his father's receptionist! Duh... As for David, he thought he had the right "to sample the morsels..."

But when her grandmother goes to see Eve, she chases her away, in shame for the old woman...or for herself...?

Because Eve was a special woman...

As had been her mother, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother...

Eve had attended the white man's school and learned things that could prevent her from working on behalf of 
Africa--her grandmother had to do something!

Norman Filler has taken a classic story of Africa and
added just a touch of the cultural issues between the
Blacks and Whites, then adds more than enough magic
created by Grandma to keep Eve and many others 
happy...LOL 

It provides a provocative question to 
ponder about being able to keep your heritage within
the context of a different one. The writing is well done
and should be considered by all adults. The erotica does
not overpower the important story line being shared... but
that's just my opinion...

Mai suspected that her daughter’s foolish decision to

 send Eve to school had prevented her from developing

 it, teaching her all sorts of lies about the world of 

gods

 and spirits that drowned out what her mind was telling

 her. 

 Mai had been monitoring Eve’s thoughts regularly

 since her daughter had died. She’d wanted to take her in,

 but her father’s family insisted on their right

 to do 

 so, and Mai couldn’t argue with custom...

"That Eve, daughter of a daughter of a

 daughter of a daughter   - all who had been

 gifted from the other world - should be

 disporting herself   like an animal with a 

white man, that she should be drugging her mind

 into oblivion, was insupportable and must be stopped.

   Otherwise a four generation string of empowered

 women would come to an end, and the whole of

 the world, but especially Africa, would be

 impoverished. Mai again cursed the white man’s

 schools for teaching Eve the terrible things

 she obviously believed.   

~~~

Reaching in her goatskin pouch, she took pinches of sorghum, Africa’s own grain, and threw it to the ground as an offering to the Holy ones. “Bless my venture,” she prayed, “for I strive for you and for all on this continent. “ There was a mighty gust of wind, bearing with it snow that gathered on her eyelashes and her hair, making her seem as old as creation, as indeed her spirit was, and she laughed aloud for she knew her prayer had been answered. Looking outwardly older but renewed and made young and more powerful under the surface , she gathered up her clothes and her belongings and started the long journey to the cave in the Crater at the mountain’s foot which was her home, knowing that she would succeed. She would save her granddaughter, Eve, and through

her granddaughter, her beloved Africa...

~

So she had pondered what to do, and prayed to the gods, and once she had the answer, had trudged up the mountain to receive from the spirits the gifts she needed to do it. Back at her cave, she began to form a man of clay. It couldn’t be just any clay and she had had to trudge many kilometers with baskets full of clay taken from the Likhubula River whose source was Sapitwa and whose clay was formed from its bedrock and where she had entreated the spirit world for help.

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 Now I only put one small erotic excerpt into this review, but I'll assure you that you will be satisfied...with the content... but I did decide to go over to Pinterest and see if I could find anybody that sounded like Ndauka... Okay, the one I found was a painting--but he seemed to fit the bill for a god-made man... What do you think... And just for a little fun, here's what I figured Eve looked like after meeting him... 

Both of these were available from the

http://www.pinterest.com/

12dn94dst/for-the-art-of-it/

by Kelli Sibert...

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