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Showing posts with label Flirting. Show all posts
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Friday, December 11, 2020

If Wanting Him is Wrong...(I Don't Want to be Right)

The event planning business that Alexis had struggled so diligently to build was recuperating quite nicely from the sudden tailspin it went in a few months ago. All of the publicity that was circulating in the atmosphere concerning socialite Debra Kay Charmaine, and the accusation and subsequent arrest of the young bride-to-be impacted Alexis's business in both a negative and a positive way. Alexis herself had reeled from the shock of being a witness for the prosecution against Debra Kay, and she had to actually close up shop for a few days until she could regain her bearings. After all, it isn't everyday that a person gets a call from one of her clients just hours before the nuptials confessing that she had just killed her groom.

After Alexis had recovered sufficiently to re-open the doors to her business, she discovered much to her delight, that her brief notoriety had made others seek her out. Her best friend Bonnie had laughingly told her that it was nothing like free publicity! One of her longtime friends Cassidy Willoughby had also become her 'unofficial' assistant. Callie (aka 'Delicious Diva') Bennett had been hired when Alexis opened the shop, and she had proven to be invaluable the entire time; even during the shop's temporary shut down. She was an enthusiastic, smart and very capable young woman.

Callie reminded Alexis of herself when she was that age. Fresh-faced, eager to learn, eager to work and determined to succeed. But recently with the influx of new clients, Alexis and her business manager had taken a second look, and decided it was a smart move to bring in another associate. Cassidy had found herself with a lot of "empty nest " time on her hands, so she volunteered and Alexis accepted her friend's gracious offer. Besides with a daughter in her freshman year of college, the extra money she'd be making would come in handy.

That was not all of the recent happenings where Alexis was concerned. A few weeks ago, she had received a Facebook friend request an a chat message from an old co-worker. It had been ages since they had worked together, and frankly she was surprised he even remembered her, when she got the friend request.  So when he started the chat sessions with her, they were nothing out of the ordinary in the beginning.

Then he became bolder and bolder as the sessions increased. He didn't miss a chance for contacting her whenever they happened to be online at the same time. After the first week , he asked for her phone number so that they could leave Facebook and begin texting each other. She agreed and the madness began.

His aggressiveness was both flattering and somewhat intimidating at the same time. His language was more than colorful when he described the things he wanted to do her. He also went into explicit detail about what he wanted from her as well. She couldn't be sure if he was really excited about her, or if he was simply a freak. Either way, she could not muster up the slightest bit of enthusiasm when it came to him, but she decided that she would play along just for fun. Little did she know that very soon the tables would turn on her!

His questions about her sex life were relentless, and then he started asking her to send photos of herself. All of this was coming from a married man who was at home at night with his wife in the same house. Alexis had to finally admit to herself that she was starting to get more than a little turned on. She was considering his proposal that they hook up. With each text conversation,she was being pulled further and further into this web of sexual desire and she felt herself sinking into a place where she'd swore never to return.

It had taken her years to climb out of that rat hole her past actions had put her in,and she had taken a personal vow not to ever fall into that pit again. The pure hell of living with regret, self recriminations and guilt had taken a huge toll on her in the past. When she got free...she cut all ties to that life.

Now here was this man who had awakened a dormant passion in her; a desire to be fulfilled as a woman again. She was seriously considering his invitation to join him in a sexual relationship. He had stated to her after they'd been communicating for about a month (nearly every single night for a couple of hours each) that he 'could not afford to get involved in an ongoing affair, but he definitely wanted to establish a purely physical hook up every now and then) and knowing this going in she was  still thinking about doing it.

How pathetic was she? Had the longing to be close to a man and be consumed by him taken over her rational thought?  What was she thinking; rather not thinking about? These and more questions plagued her yet they did not completely dissuade her from the idea. Rationale and conscience had not yet assuaged her. The score was now skewed in favor of satisfaction and she knew she was in over her head.

She had been alone for so very long! Her last relationship with Frank had not ended well and had left her brokenhearted and jaded. Oh sure...she had dated a few men since during the past two years, but never seriously and never had any of them gotten her so turned on. This new man (her very own Mr.X) was inside her head and was taking up all of the space previously used for common sense thinking and actions.

She wanted to be held. She wanted to be caressed and loved and share that intimacy with a man again. It had been too long, and she wanted it badly. And she wanted this man. She wanted him to take her and to possess her and make her his for whatever time they had together.

What was she to do? And was she truly prepared to pay the full price, counting the cost of this desire? When she paid, there would be no refunds and no turning back. It would have to be all...or nothing.




Monday, April 29, 2013

A Lowdown Dirty Shame

"I can remember when I used to put the word 'Ms' in front of your name when I addressed you, Claudette."

"And I remember when you played your first junior high school football game, Stanford Jr."

These one-liners were their ice breakers as Stanford Clayton Jr., held the room door open and stood back to allow her to enter. Claudette was all 'easy breezy cover girl' as she swept passed him, and no one would have guessed that her insides felt like they were all twisted up together and her stomach was producing acid at an alarming rate. Add to that, her mind would not sit still; thoughts were gathering here and being scattered there. Most people would call this a very serious attack of conscience brought on by an acute case of guilt. Most people were not her; seriously focused and determined to see her plan through no matter what.

It had been a stroke of pure genius to develop and hatch her plot with Stanford Jr., as her victim. She had viewed it from a mother's perspective; knowing how much hurt it would bring on Helena to discover that her one and only handsome, precious, and pampered son had been defiled by a woman old enough to be his mother...worse still...one of his own mother's best friends. She had been so pleased with herself that after she had carefully mapped out her plan, she'd treated herself to a full day at the spa and a full body wrap to shrink her size 10 body down to a size 8 especially for tonight.

Not that she needed any extra work done because she had always been a natural beauty. Even at age fifty-something, she was still trim and firm with no sagging or loose skin. Her body was bikini ready and her legs showed not one single varicose vein. Her hair was lightly streaked throughout with a little gray, but she chose not to color it and tonight she wore it  loosely falling across her face. The light streaks of gray actually enhanced her beauty and made her appear all the more sophisticated for it.

Yes, she was a beautiful woman but tonight she was no lady. She had mentally prepared herself for the role she'd play by listening to some throwback Denise LaSalle as she readied herself for her 'date'. Denise sang to her about being a 'lady in the streets and freaky in the bedroom', so tonight that would be her mantra.

She came in and took a seat on the couch, placing her designer tote bag on the floor next to her. She carefully crossed her legs causing her already short skirt to rise higher up to mid-thigh. Stanford offered to make her a drink from the well stocked bar and asked what was her preference.

" Vodka tonic with a slice of lime if you please". Man, she practically purred as she gave him her order. She reached down to slowly remove her high heels; one at a time drawing it out so he would be teased by the action. The couch where she sat was in his direct line of vision from where he stood mixing the drinks. Just as he brought the drinks for her and his also, she shifted and tucked her legs under...with a calculated hesitation that allowed him the slightest peek at what was under her dress, and what was not. 


He sat down beside her and looked intently into her eyes as he almost casually began to stroke her thigh. Neither of them spoke. They leisurely drank from their glasses while exchanging deep soulful looks and realizing that this was a lead-in to foreplay. Never taking her eyes from his, Claudette stuck her forefinger into the liquid fire in her glass and brought  it up to Stanford's lips. She slowly allowed traced the outline of his lips and then slipped her finger between them.

When both of their glasses were empty, he asked if she requested a refill. Declining his offer, she stood up and went to him saying, "I've had my thirst quenched. Now lets appease my appetite".

Stay tuned for next week's intensely hot post!  What are your comments?