#30DayWritingChallenge (Day 17) Post one of your sexier pieces of fiction

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“Close your eyes and open your mouth…”

I did as I was told. I felt the warm gooeyness coat my lips, stick to the roof of my mouth and glide onto my tongue. My mouth widened to take it all in and I clasped my lips around it, wanting to savor it a little longer. Then I swallowed.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was good. And yes, I definitely wanted more. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

“Now, tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

His tone dared me to say otherwise. I savored what was left in my mouth and then licked the residue from my lips. I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

“Come on, say it.”

I giggled when I saw the serious look on his handsome face. I wasn’t a liar and I wasn’t about to start now.

“I’ll admit that it is very good. But I’ve had better. Sorry.”

“And here I am thinking that I would blow your mind.”

Disappointed, Alejandro slid into the chair next to me and placed the fork onto the dessert plate. I immediately picked it up, dug into the chocolate molten lava cake and brought it to his lips.

“Butter, eggs, sugar, chocolate, fresh raspberries, powdered sugar…I used to be an expert at making these when I was a teenager. This is almost as good as what I used to make. Almost…”

“Shush, don’t let the chef hear you…”

“Be quiet and open your mouth.”

A smile spread across his face before he opened his mouth to receive the fork. We laughed and took turns feeding each other until the cake was a memory and we were suffering from a chocolate high.

When I noticed chocolate on the corner of his mouth, I tried to smudge it away with my thumb but Alejandro took hold of it and slowly slide it across his sticky lips. Before I knew it, my thumb was in his mouth and he was sucking the chocolate from it.

His eyes said it all, making me wonder just how sticky things could get in the middle of the empty restaurant.

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#30DayWritingChallenge (Day 16) Post one of your more romantic pieces of fiction

“Ghost of You and Me”

I sensed her presence long before I even saw her.

When I looked up from my coffee, there she was standing across the street.

How was it even possible to be so in tune with her?

Through the coffee shop window where we first met, I watched her stop, pull her cell from her pocket and send a text. I glanced down at my own cell, hoping that her text would be to me but it wasn’t. It would have been easy for me to get up and go outside to talk to her but I didn’t. My ass was glued to my chair.

“What’s wrong with you Tyler?”

Brian’s voice broke into my thoughts when he noticed my coffee cup stuck in my hand mid-air. I pointed to where she was standing. Brian’s mouth formed an “O” when he saw her.

“She’s back?”

“Obviously.”

I took a long sip of my black coffee. The more I looked at her, the more annoyed I became that she looked unfazed, happy and not thinking about me.

“Did she tell you that she was back in town?”

“No.”

We were silent for a minute.

“Was she supposed to let you know?”

“No.”

“But you expected her to, right?”

“I don’t know. I guess so.”

“Are you going to go talk to her?”

“No.”

I’d let her invade my thoughts too much. It was time to shake off the hold she had on me. Sometimes I wished I’d never met her.

Brian didn’t press the issue and we continued to observe her.

“How many times have you been in love Tyler?”

“Twice,” I said without thinking.

“Really? Twice?”

I watched her slip her cell into her purse and walk away until she was out of sight.

“Yeah, and both times it’s been with her,” I said without thinking again.

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#30DayWritingChallenge (Day 15) Post one of your funnier pieces of fiction

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“A Good Dick Is Hard To Find”

Richard is standing behind me and I’m sitting deathly still waiting for him to react.

I close my eyes as he leans in and fills my ear with his hot breath.

“No other man could ever do you the way that I do.”

I say nothing.

“How could you do it? Of all the men in this city, you turned to him? If you were unhappy, you should have talked to me!” He slides his hands along my shoulder blades and he pauses dramatically when he reaches the base of my neck. I’m hoping that he won’t strangle me.

His voice is barely audible to the people sitting around us. His tone always sends tingles up my spine and makes my skin prickle in a sick yet satisfying way.

“It had nothing to do with me not being happy! I just needed…”

“It kills me to know that you let him touch you! You let his hands play with what is rightfully mine. I’m not even sure if I want you back.”

His hands fall away from my neck, slides back down my shoulders and my face flushes with shame.

“I’m sorry. But…but you weren’t around to give me what I needed.”

“So that’s the way you’re going to play this off? You’re blaming me? I was only gone for a few weeks!”

“I know, I’m sorry but…”

“All I keep seeing is his hands running through your hair and…”

Disgust chokes Richard’s words and then there we are, at a quiet standstill.

I can’t lose him. I refuse to lose him. I’ve waited far too long to have a man like this to lose him now. I need to make “us” right. Just being sorry isn’t going to cut it.

That’s when it hits me. I know what I have to do. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’m a little scared.

“Richard…I’ll make it up to you.”

“How? That’s impossible.”

“Uh…You know that thing you’ve always fantasized doing to me? Well, I’ll let you do it. I’ll let you have your way.”

I keep my eyes shut while I wait for his reaction. My heart races. A quiet moment passes and once again, his hands find their way back to my shoulders. He squeezes them with anticipation and suddenly his moist lips are almost pressed against my ear again.

“Really? You’re that sorry?”

I nod. My heart races.

“I’ll let you do anything you want to me. But one time and one time only. But you can never bring up what I did again and you can never ever kick me to the curb. Agreed?”

“Agreed!”

As I feel the whoosh of the plastic smock sweep across my body to imprison me, I finally raise my eyes and look at his reflection in the mirror facing us. A smile spreads wide across his face as he runs all ten fingers through the hair that I have never let him cut beyond its current shoulder length.

As his hands continue to play, his eyes glaze over as if he is literally turned on by fondling it. I am slightly repulsed at his excitement but feel a little empowered by the hold I seem to have over him in this tiny moment. Like a mad man, Richard’s eyes dart across the array of scissors and on the work space in front me.

“Hmm…I’ve more than fantasized about giving you a sexy bob cut, hiding the grey and turning you into a fiery hot red-head with a little blond streak. It’s time you get off the grey line and I’ll guarantee that the men will fall in line in no time.”

Richard turns to bark orders at one of the many young I-wanna-be-famous-too assistants to prep me.

“I’m going to do you sooo right that you won’t be able to walk out of this salon!”

I stifle a laugh at how everything Richard says has sexual undertones even when it’s related to hair.

Like all of the other women submissively waiting their turn with “Good Dick”, the nickname clients called him behind his back, I have no intention of upsetting the apple cart. Never again would I dare have my hair touched by his arch rival at the other upscale salon across town.

If keeping myself in Richard’s good graces and on the salon’s exclusive client list means giving him my head, I’m prepared to swallow that bitter pill and pay the price of my betrayal because Richard’s hands are pure magic.

And in this city, a Good Dick is hard to find.

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The Aftermath of Zen @AprilA2Z @AtoZChallenge #AtoZChallenge

The story is all “storied” out!

But there is an EPILOGUE to tie up loose ends and reveal an “Easter egg” or two that were subtle in the story if you are on my email list.

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But at least give me brownie points for being honest!

Since I already have your attention, I have nothing to lose by asking you to sign up, right?

Shameless, I know…

So…

If you liked this A to Z Challenge story, want to know how more about Dex’s demise really died and how the Epipen was involved, sign up to receive the password to access the Epilogue 🙂

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“Z” is for “Zen” @AprilA2Z @AtoZChallenge #AtoZChallenge

Peaceful, relaxed and zen.

Those were three feelings that I never thought I would ever feel again. And you can’t blame me after everything that happened.

So…what did I tell Gaby and Becky?

Well, I told them exactly what YOU would have told them – that they didn’t kill Dex and that they shouldn’t feel guilty since he was such an awful monster. I convinced them that Dex had brought the entire situation onto himself.

If he hadn’t called Becky, she never would have gone to his apartment. If they hadn’t had that a ferocious argument, Becky would never have forgotten her take-out at his place. And no one had forced Dex to eat take-out that wasn’t even his.

“Ahogado el niño, tapando el pozo.”

Yeah, after a child drowns, they close the well, right? At least I managed to convince them to let sleeping dogs lie and in this case, leave a dead Dex alone and cold in the ground.

But of course, I couldn’t take my own advice and it didn’t help when Dex’s mother called me months later on the eve of his birthday to have dinner with her. I couldn’t refuse Abigail. She had always been a sweetheart to me but Dex had always made her out to be a witch.

I should probably give you a little more context. Dex’s parents were divorced soon after they adopted him, his siblings (the biological children) were much older than him and they lived out of the country and Dex had always complained about being unloved. I assumed that she wanted to have company with someone who was close to him on that day and the closest person was me. I had to suck it up and roll with it. When I asked how she was coping, she said that she was doing okay.

“You know, Dex was always a difficult child growing up. And he became a difficult man to be around. I want to thank you for putting up with him. It couldn’t have been easy for you. And I know that you were special to him because he only brought a few girlfriends to meet our family.”

I was surprised yet not surprised. Maybe all of his other girlfriends had known better to run faster and sooner than me. Unsure of what to say, I deflected the conversation.

“At what age did you realize that Dex had such a severe allergy to nuts?”

Abigail frowned at me as she poured me a glass of wine. “What are you talking about dear?”

“I’m talking about Dex’s allergy to nuts.”

She shook her head as if she was frustrated. “Oh! Don’t tell me that’s what he told you too! I don’t know why that boy keeps… I mean, why he kept telling everyone that.”

“What?! I…I… don’t understand! What are you saying?”

“Cara, I’m saying that Dex isn’t…I mean, he wasn’t allergic to nuts. He didn’t tell you the truth.”

I know what you’re thinking…WTF right?

Well, this is almost the end of getting this all off of my chest but I have to stop here.

Maybe, just maybe if I’m online later, I’ll tell you about it.

Cara

Bonus: There will be a little epilogue to Zen” for those who are on my mailing list to wrap up a few loose ends in this little story.

I’ll tell you more about that bonus installment tomorrow 🙂

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“Y” is for “Yearning” @AprilA2Z @AtoZChallenge #AtoZChallenge

Imagine my shock when I saw Gaby and Becky in my lobby.

It was Gaby who had called out my name and Becky was standing at her side looking as white as a sheet. When Gaby asked if we all speak in private, I nodded to the security guard to let them through.

As the elevator took us up to my floor, we were silent but my thoughts raced.

What were they doing together? Were Gaby and Becky more than just acquaintances? If they were friends, what had Gaby told Becky about me? Had she told her about how we met at the clinic and what I had done? And what did they want to talk to me about? We had nothing in common except for Dex.

Abuela was right about keeping your personal shit to yourself – the world was too small place to take chances with your secrets. I was nervous, really nervous.

Before I knew it, they were both sitting on my living room sofa, in the exact spot that Dex loved. Gaby’s face was extremely tense but Becky looked like she hadn’t slept in a week and was about to jump out of her skin. Gaby saw the worry on my face and she started the conversation ball rolling.

“Yeah, this is about Dex. Becky came to see me a few days ago hysterical about…”

“I heard that you had left town,” I said to Becky and her eyes grew wide.

“Who told you that?!!! Are people talking about me? What are they saying?” Becky was on the verge of being hysterical. That’s when she turned to Gaby. “Maybe we should go to the police or talk to his parents…explain what happened…”

“No Becky. We agreed that we would talk with Cara first before doing anything drastic that could ruin both of our lives…I mean, Dex is already dead…”

Gaby’s tone had such a “no nonsense” tone to it and I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to know why they had come to see me.

“What’s going on? Why did you want to talk to me? I just came from Dex’s funeral…”

“You actually went after how horrible he was to you?” Becky was floored.

“I didn’t want to but his mother asked me.” Then Becky’s words hit me and my head spun around to Gaby. “You told Becky the details I confided in you?”

Oh. My. God…

Only about how badly he treated you and that car incident you shared with me. Those are the only things I told Becky.” From Gaby’s inflection, I knew that she said nothing about the abortion. “Becky, tell Cara was happened and then I’ll continue, okay?”

Becky nodded, took a deep breath but started crying softly as she spoke in bursts.

“I…I…I was waiting for my order at the vegetarian place…Gaby’s eatery…to get some take-out when Dex called asking me to go over to his place to talk things out. He was being so apologetic…and sweet that like a fool I stupidly agreed. Gaby knew that I had broken up with him so when she overheard my conversation, warned me not to go anywhere near him if I knew what was good for me…which I didn’t. That’s when she told about all the horrible things he said and did to you…all the things I never gave you a chance to tell me because I was being such a bitch to you…I’m so sorry Cara.”

“Did he hurt you when you went to his place?” I couldn’t help but interrupt her, thinking that maybe he had violated her too.

“Physically, no but we did get into a huge argument. He called me horrible names, threatened to spill certain things I told him in confidence and then he accused me of so many things that I had never done…That’s when I knew I deserved better than him. I stormed out his place so fast that I didn’t even realize that I had forgotten my take-out there…”

Then, it got so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop in my livingroom.

You know how in the movies there is a pregnant pause and the camera zooms in on the main character’s face, waiting for the light bulb in their head to go off? Well, that’s the way Becky was looking at me but I had no clue what “realization” I had missed. That’s when Gaby took up where Becky left off.

“Before Becky started dating Dex, she would always order the exact thing but then she stopped because of his peanut allergy. That day when Becky ordered the thai red curry with vegetables, I decided to give her complimentary order of her favorite Spicy Thai Peanut Veggie Burger with a side order of sweet potato fries and some dessert thrown in for a treat.”

Oh….that’s when I quickly started realizing what had happened. When I gasped with the realization, Becky started crying even more.

“I left my take-out at his place and I guess…I guess…Dex ate it and that’s how he went into anaphylactic shock!”

My brain couldn’t handle this information overload from these two women. Visions of Epipens kept dancing in my head.

“What you’re telling me is that Dex ate your burger and…but it was an accident…why would you go to the police?”

I can’t fool you, I was thinking about my own ass at that point.

Becky and Gaby gave each other a long look before looking back at me.

“When Becky came to tell me about his passing, we were honest with each other…very honest. Deep down, I was hoping that if Becky ate that burger and Dex happened to kiss her, he would suffer with a little allergic reaction. You know, get some hives, break out, whatever. But nothing that would kill him but…” Gaby explained.

“And…and when I realized that I had left my food there and that he might eat it being the pig that he always was, I didn’t tell him to not eat it. I could have called or texted to warn him about the burger having tons of peanuts in it…but I didn’t. I’m such a horrible person! I never thought that his allergy was that severe.”

My brain was exploding. “So you came to confess all of this to me? Why? Why me?”

“Because we don’t know what to do or if we should tell what we think happened. I mean, the two of us are partially responsible for his death. If you were in our shoes, what would you do? Would you tell?”

Their tired and stressed faces were yearning for my response. Little did they know that I was the last person to ask for proper advice when it came to Dex.

And little did they know that someone else had also been involved in Dex’s demise…me.

Their involvement had been accidental but my decision to hide his Epipen had been knowingly deliberate. I had sealed Dex’s coffin.

I thought long and hard before opening my mouth…

Becky and Gaby had been open enough to confide in me but could I take the chance of telling them what I had done? That I felt more than just guilty?

I’m seriously asking you to tell me, what you would have done.

Would you have told Gaby and Becky about the Epipen?

Cara

Continuation: Z is for “Zen”

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