Doing Your Thing On The Beach #TravelThursday @PuertoRicoPUR

I’ve spent a lot of time on Isla Verde Beach and I love it. Beach-goers here are just “themselves” and no one cares as long as you are enjoying yourself.

There are also things that I see here that I’ve never experienced elsewhere and even during this trip, another hotel guest pointed out to me that she had never seen full-out barbecues and pop gazebo tents set up on the public beach.

I smiled when she said that because I had the very same thought over twenty three years ago when I first fell in love with the island.

If you take a trip down, here are a few things you’ll notice on Isla Verde Beach:

  1. You might feel self-conscious about the extra pounds you think are spilling out of your bathing suit but believe me, no one is thinking about it because no one cares. If no one even gives a second look at that woman twice your size in the tankini or man in the teeny weeny Speedo that just walked by, you should stop sucking in your gut and relax. The only person judging you is YOU.
  2. A variety of different sized speakers playing music on the beach ranging from mini-speakers to jumbo DJ-style playing salsa, reggaeton, Marc Anthony, La India and a little Ricky Martin mixed in for good measure.
  3.  “Real” barbecues and pop-up gazebos, especially on the weekend. Everyone and their grandmother spend the entire day at the beach with family and simply hang out. Don’t be surprised if the family gathering sitting next you offers you a burger and a Medalla (beer) to join in on their fun.
  4. Dancing on the beach, either with others or simply by yourself. As you’ll see in the video above that I took from the 12th floor of the hotel, this “Dancing Man” was enjoying himself and feeling good (I added the music for fun). Tons of people walked by him, no one batted an eye and no one thought he was crazy. Zoom in…he’s got wireless earphones on.
  5. The smell of cigars.
  6. Private hotel beach-parties spilling out onto the beach;
  7. The “helado” (ice cream) or “piragua” (shaved ice) man walking up and down the beach yelling out the flavors of “pina, parcha, coco”.

I’m sure that there are plenty more but those are the ones that came to mind.

What do you love most about the beach?

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#TeaserTuesday: “Naughty Girls Need Love Too” – #smexy #Fiction #amwriting

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Continued from “When I’m Bad I’m Better

*MATURE CONTENT*

Naughty Girls Need Love Too (Ella)

When I licked his earlobe, his breathing became labored and his chest heaved against mine. It took mere seconds to feel how much he wanted me. Jake responded by running his hands along my legs, placing them behind my knees and giving me one forceful tug forward so that I was straddling him instead of the bike.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with someone you barely know Gabriella,” Jake whispered, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

“I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Ella. All of my friends do.” I ran my hands through his hair and felt him shudder.

“Ella,” Jake groaned into my hair. “Is this what you do when a man offers you a ride home?”

The more I sucked on his earlobe, the harder Jake tried to pull me into him.

“Not always,” I teased. “Just with the ones I find interesting… But if I’m playing games with a dangerous man, tell me so that I can stop this right now…”

I stopped and waited for an answer to which I already knew the answer. I’d gotten his background check done right after that brawl and already knew what I wanted to know.

“I’m more dangerous to myself these days than I would ever be to you,” Jake said, kissing my neck. “But I’m thinking that you might be the dangerous one Ella.”

“I’m more naughty than dangerous. And naughty girls need love too you know.”

I kissed the length of his neck and when he tried to kiss me, I playfully turned my head away.

“But if I were dangerous, you’d want me anyways, right Jake?”

When Jake didn’t respond, I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Say it…” I told him, unbuttoning his shirt.

Jake looked down at what I was doing, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Say what?”

Confusion was written all over his face. I might have been doing the talking but our bodies were dictating the conversation. Getting to my lips and my other lady bits were the only things on his mind.

“Say that you want me, ” I whispered, prompting him and running my palms up and down his chest. He closed his eyes firmly, enjoying my touch too much to speak. “I want to hear you say it.” Then I ran my palms along his outer thighs. “Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you,” Jake muttered, hypnotizing by the movement of my fingers on his legs through his jeans.

“I want you Ella…” I whispered into his ear and ran my tongue along his neck. I let my hands trail down to the button on his jeans.

“I want you Ella,” Jake parroted back under duress with his eyes still firmly shut.

“I want you Ella right here on this bike...” I prompted him again. I could feel his heart beating against my chest and when he finally opened his eyes to look at me, his look was so intense that it was almost scary. But I loved it. I wanted him to want me, really want me and I had him melting in the palm of my hand.

“You’re killing me,” Jake groaned and started undoing the other buttons on my top. “I want you Ella, right here on this bike…”

“That’s more like it Jake.”

Could Jake and I do the unthinkable right here, right now?

I wanted to find out.

His hands cupped my ass and just as our lips touched, the back exit door to the club flew open with such force that we both almost fell off the bike.

In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten all about the surveillance cameras trained on that back exit.

I’d broken the first and foremost commandment at the club – a rule that I had put in place when I started managing the girls and choreographing the shows.

No fraternizing with the clients.

Or to use my exact words with the girls, “You’re dancers, not hookers. No fucking the clients.”

And now here I was – hot, bothered, busted by one of the bouncers and breaking my own rule.

I was fucked and unfucked all at the same time.

September 6, 2016 – “Don’t Wanna Be A Player” (Tyler)

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#MusicMonday: Chayanne |Refugio De Amor (You Are My Home)

“Dance with Me” (1998) was the type of cheesy-romancey ballroom dance movie that I’m always a sucker for and this one had a great movie soundtrack.🙂


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New Followers, This One Is For You! #blogging

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THANK YOU to all my new followers! And to my longtime follower/blogger friends, thanks for sticking around!

I’m guessing that since you just started following, you’ve read my About My Blog and Meet Marquessa so I’ll skip introducing myself.

I noticed that a number of you have just started your blogs and I hope that you are enjoying being a part of such a friendly and supporting WP community!

It’s been great interacting with all of you but you may have noticed that I haven’t followed you back yet.

Not to worry because I will….and soon.

I’ve been busy organizing my “blog reading” lists according to topics, what I receive by email, RSS feed and the WP Reader.

But when I’m done with all of that, I will be following you back. 🙂

I’ve also been writing a lot and getting myself “blogged up” (drafting future posts) as preparation for @NaNoWriMo in November 2016.

Yes, I know that NaNoWriMo is months away but to be a WINNER again, planning is my only way to go!

Please say hello, introduce yourself, tell us a little about your blog and drop your Twitter username too!

M xoxo

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