“Please don’t think I’m creepy but I can’t help it…” #fiction

Please don’t think I’m creepy but I can’t help it. But when she looks like this, can you blame me for watching?


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Hello Lovelies,

To read the rest of this piece from the “Alejandro” perspective, please visit A Thomas Point of View where I am guest posting on Tikeetha’s blog today.

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“Straight, No Chaser” #lyricalfictionfriday #fictionfriday

This fiction has been adapted for this week’s #LyricalFictionFridayChallenge. This is an excerpt from an unfinished piece…

*Warning – Mature Content*

“Don’t we look sexy together Nia?”

We did but we would have looked even sexier together if I had really been Nia…

I had taken the situation much too far to tell Anthony the truth. It was too late for that and I wanted to throw caution to the wind for a little while longer and continue feeling like a dangerous woman

Standing behind me in front of the full-length mirror in his hotel suite, Anthony admired the way my dress fit me like a glove. He was only half-dressed, his muscular chest still bare since he had yet to put his shirt on. He slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, kissing my shoulders up to the nape of my neck. He nibbled on my earlobe and pulled me in even closer so that I could feel how aroused he was.

As we stared at each other in the mirror’s reflection, I knew exactly what he was thinking.

“We can’t…” I reminded him, trying to gentle extricate myself from his embrace. But he wouldn’t let me and I didn’t really try very hard.

He teased me by continuing to kiss my neck in that spot that always made my knees go weak.

“We’ll be late for the event…your event. And you’re going to wrinkle my dress.”

I thought that I had convinced Anthony to stop when I felt him take a small step back. But then I felt the zipper of my dress running down my back and the sensation of his fingertips against my spine giving me goosebumps.

“Anthony…” I whispered, enjoying the feel of his large warm palms caressing my shoulders. With one brush of both hands, my dress found itself pooled around my heels. He helped me step out of my dress, carefully picked it up from the floor and gently lay it at the foot of the bed.

“No dress, no wrinkles, no worries…”

His naked chest burned into my back and his hands circled around my waist again. This time, his hands slid their way up my body to cup my breasts.

“Mmmm…” I responded as he began to perform magic.

In the mirror, his eyes snaked over me standing there in nothing but my panties. I gladly conceded when Anthony turned my head to give me a deep kiss, our tongues dancing expertly together. When I tried to turn myself around completely, Anthony stopped me.

“No, not yet. I like watching us like this.”

Anthony’s eyes were fully focused on the mirror. I was already melting quickly into such a sweet abyss of pleasure that I wanted to skip the delicious entrée of his foreplay. I wanted to indulge on him as dessert or simply have him the same way he always ordered his drinks – straight, no chaser.

“We’re going to be late…”

“Fuck being late. We can be as late as I want us to be. You are the only guest I’m interested in coming…”

Anthony ran one hand back to my stomach and used a finger to trace a hypnotic circle around and around my navel. Watching him do that to me in the mirror coupled with the intent in his eyes as he looked back at me set my body on fire.

“…coming to the party?” I mumbled in an attempt to finish his sentence.

I leaned my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes and enjoying the tingling sensation of that simple movement of his one finger and the other hand that he still had on my breast.

“Uh huh,” Anthony grunted. “I’m interested in making you come before the party.”

As we kissed again, Anthony’s hands slid along my hips to slip off my panties. I felt his fingers against my back as he undid his zipper to push his trousers to the floor. Never once did he take his eyes from mine in the mirror. I was locked and loaded, completely focused and my mind was fully open to whatever he wanted to do.

Anthony finally turned me around, quickly backed me up against the wall, and crushed his body against mine. I felt his warm hands grab my thighs, hoist me up so that my feet dangled off the floor as he positioned himself at just the right spot. I released a loud moan when he slid into me at an excruciatingly slow speed and then stayed completely still.

“You can’t just do that and then stop…” I groaned in sweet protest. Anthony said nothing and instead ran his tongue along my earlobe. “You’re incorrigible.”

I bit down on my lower lip to hold back another moan. Closing my eyes even tighter, I arched my back, my body unable to resist the temptation of a slow steady grind against his.

“And you like that about me,” he whispered as his hips responded to mine. “Just as much as I’d love to hear you scream my name this time…”

With each exit and re-entry Anthony made, our urgency quickened to the rhythm of our moans.

“Mmmm…” I braced the back of my head against the wall and arched my back to match his rhythm. “This time, I’ll gladly scream as loud as you want me to…”

“Good. Open your eyes and look at me Nia.”

I did as Anthony asked and almost melted on the spot. I loved a man who could take control. Staring into his eyes as our bodies rocked back and forth, it didn’t matter that Anthony believed that I was Nia. It didn’t matter that he didn’t have a clue that I was at least 10 years older than him. Nothing mattered except how electrified Anthony was making me feel.

We were both consenting adults and what Anthony didn’t know couldn’t hurt him…

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“The Best Christmas Present Ever” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored fiction*

“Do you understand me? You can not be with him. Give yourself the best Christmas present ever and run – as fast as you can.”

*Warning – this fiction speaks to abuse*

“You need to stop embarrassing me like that in front of my friends. Do you understand?” Dex whispered in my ear as if English was not my first language.

He held me so tightly on the dance floor that I could barely breathe. The smile plastered on his face almost hid just how angry he really was. I had no energy left to fight.

“All you had to do was agree with what I said. You made me look like an idiot.”

“All I did was offer my opinion.”

“Well, no one was interested in your opinion. Stop looking so sour and put a smile on your face.”

We fell silent as we danced to the Christmas medley of songs that the band was playing. I wished for the songs to never end because the sooner the songs were over meant the sooner we would return to the table and finish dinner with Laura and Mike. And the sooner dinner was over meant the sooner I would pay for my invisible crimes when Dex and I left the restaurant.

The band announced that they were taking a break and we returned to the table.

“I was just telling Laura how stunning you are, Delaney. And intelligent too. You lucked out when you found this one Dex.”

I smiled at the compliment and picked up my fork to place a small slice of the cheesecake that we had ordered for all of us to share onto my plate.

“With the holiday season and all, don’t you think that it would a perfect time for you to “put a ring on it” Dex?”

I almost choked on my cheesecake bite but Dex didn’t flinch at Mike’s teasing.

“Maybe when she learns to get a little willpower and lay off the desserts long enough to fit into a future wedding dress.” Dex’s eyes went from mine to the fork in my mouth and back to my eyes. When the table fell into an awkward silence, Dex laughed it off with a wave of his hand. “I’m just kidding of course.”

I put the fork down and swallowed hard. Laura searched my eyes as if she were looking for a clue into my thoughts.

“Delaney is perfect just the way she is. You should know better than to say something like that Dex.” Laura’s words were so thick with annoyance that she almost had to wipe her chin.

“Oh come on Laura, chill. I was just joking around,” Dex said, waving her off and then turned to me and nodded. “You know how I joke around, right?”

I knew better than to not agree. I nodded and averted my eyes from Laura’s stare.

“Delaney knows that I love her just the way she is, even with a few extra pounds.”

Laura eyes widened and I saw her take a deep breath before opening her mouth again.

“You don’t have an ounce of fat on your body,” Laura said directly at me. “Dex needs glasses or is just simply delusional. In either case, don’t you listen to him.” Laura’s statement was meant to be “light” but the vibe at the table had definitely changed. Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he eyed his wife cautiously.

Laura patted the corners of her mouth with her napkin and placed it next to her plate. “I need to freshen up. Delaney, let’s go to the ladies room.”

Dex’s hand flew under the table. He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard, a clear message that I was to go nowhere. “Why don’t you finish your dessert first?”

I no longer knew what to do. Laura got up and circled the table to where I was, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

“Dessert means extra pounds, remember Dex?” Laura sneered at him.

Before I knew it, Laura had dragged me to the ladies room and I could feel Dex’s eyes piercing holes in my back.

Once in the ladies’ room, Laura took me to the far corner, as if she thought Dex would follow us and try to eavesdrop through the door.

“I know that Dex and Mike have been friends for years and that you and I barely know each other but I need to be blunt with you, woman to woman. Sweetie, you have a major problem that you need to get rid of and he is sitting right next to you at that table.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know where to begin processing her words. The restroom felt like there was no air and my eyes were suddenly burning.

“Delaney, it has been a while since Dex has brought a girl around for us to meet and there is a reason for that. If we are meeting you more than once, it is because he is more serious about you than the others we have met over the years. Look, this is not my first rodeo. You are way too kindhearted and sweet for Dex. He is broken and can’t be fixed, okay? Like I told the last girl, don’t walk away from Dex. Run.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And I knew she was right.

“Do you understand me? You can not be with him. Give yourself the best Christmas present ever and run – as fast as you can.”

We looked at each for what seemed like an eternity until there was a loud knock at the restroom door.

“Delaney! Laura! We are going to finish off all of the cheesecake without you girls. What are you two doing in there? Putting on entirely new faces?”

Laura leaned into me so closely that I could feel her warm breath on my face. Laura never took her eyes off of mine as she whispered the truth I already knew.

“You need to shake him loose and never look back. Do you understand me, Delaney?”

I understood.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Originally posted on April 14, 2015, adapted in December 2017.

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#1MinFiction: “Let It Snow” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored fiction*

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses

This week’s prompt is : “Let it snow

*This piece was not drafted in “one” minute. For this piece, I took “one” minute to draft an ending for this unfinished short from my writing notebook.

“Hey Sweetheart.”

The blur of the man who grabbed my arm was unexpected. I spun around, lost my balance and slammed my shoulder hard against the wall.

When I had drifted out of the ladies changing room, the last voice I had expected to hear saying my name was his. But from the way he stood and stared down at me from his 6’5 frame, he looked pleased with himself that he had finally tracked me down.

Don’t show your fear.

No, I refused to show him how startled I was.

As I took a deep breath, I remembered the day we had first met just like it was yesterday. A few Christmases ago, it hadn’t taken long to fall in love with the man he had pretended to be. But it had felt like forever to disentangle myself from the evil man he truly was.

My feet were cemented to the floor and my shoulder burned with soreness.

“How did you find me? I told you to leave me alone!”

“Look, I’ve given you more than enough time to come to your senses. I miss you. I love you.”

“Well, the feeling is not mutual. What part of no don’t you understand?”

“You can’t just stop loving someone after a few months.” He lowered his voice when two women exiting the changing room gave us an odd look.

“Are you okay?” one of them asked me as the other one hung back.

“She’s fine. Mind your own fucking business!” he growled at her. From the way the two women kept looking back at me, I knew that they were headed to the security desk.

“You aren’t worthy of my love…you never were. It would have to snow in hell before I ever gave you another chance.”

I tried my best to put on my game face and a firm voice. I guess that it worked because the smile on his face vanished and his grip tightened on my arm as the hurried steps of more than one person echoed from down the hall.

“Well then…” he said, squeezing the circulation from my arm. “Let it snow.”

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“By The Time This Night Is Over…” #fictionfriday #lyricalfictionfriday

This is a previously posted fiction adapted to fit this week’s #LyricalFictionFridayChallenge!

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If we were any closer, I’d be drowning in Alejandro’s eyes.

I stopped swaying and lifted my head from his chest. Just the way in which he returned my gaze made my legs weak. My eyes were speaking volumes and he was hearing me loud and clear.

Why was I desperately trying to hang onto my last shred of willpower?

I was unattached, single and attracted to him at a level that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. I also thought that it was so sweet and irresistible that he had admitted how his friends had to encourage him to try and talk to me instead of being timid.

Blame it on the island life, his authenticity with me, the fact that he was sizzling hot (as Ella would say), it really didn’t matter.

By the time this night is over, you’ll be wrapped around him anyways.

Alejandro lowered his lips to mine and to keep my balance, I clung to him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt.

Sweet, slow and soft. With each kiss, we delved deeper into each other with more intensity. One arm circled my waist, the other hand tracing the length of my back, Alejandro was giving me goosebumps of all kinds. I had no choice but to slide my hands up his chest and drape them around his neck. When we finally came up for air, I couldn’t catch my breath. I had totally lost my mind for those few minutes and I think he had too.

We held onto each for what felt like forever and said nothing, just trying to catch our breath. And that is when my rationale mind came back to rear its ugly head. I needed to explain why I had waited this long to let my defenses down with him, that it wasn’t some kind of a game, how I had been hurt before…

Alejandro must have read my mind of jumbled thoughts because just as I opened my mouth to speak, he placed his index finger on my lips.

“I only need to know one thing.” Alejandro paused and searched my eyes. “Do you ever think about him when you are with me?”

Him? Him who? It didn’t matter…the answer was hell no.

When I shook my head, he removed his finger and cupped my face within the palms of his large warm hands.

“That’s all I needed to know.”

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“The Baby Conspiracy” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored fiction*

“Don’t ever do it.”

Her voice is a whisper over the phone. I assume that people are in the room with her because she sounds afraid of being overheard and there is holiday music in the background.

“Don’t do what?” I’m confused since all I asked was how she and the baby are doing now they are finally home after all the complications.

“Have a baby. Don’t do it. It’s a trick. One huge fucking conspiracy.”


“I’m telling you, it’s a fucking trick. All of your friends with kids encourage you to do it, tell you how great and rewarding it is. But it’s not true. They just want you to jump into that miserable, sinking ship so that you can drown with them.”

How am I supposed to respond to that?

“You’re just exhausted after all that you went through and have post-baby blues. I know that you must be missing your mother too and it’s also almost Christmas so you’re stressed out…”

“All I want for Christmas is my fucking life back! This has to be a conspiracy because they all know awful it really is before you do it and push you to do it. They only tell you the fucking truth after its too late,” she continues to whisper as if I didn’t even say a word.

Hormones, exhaustion, the burden of new mommy-hood responsibilities and the holiday season are taking a huge toll on her. She needs to vent to someone outside her family, someone who isn’t going to judge her for feeling unmommy-like.

But strangely enough, it isn’t the first time I’ve heard that theory from a few women in my entourage.

Is she right? Is there some kind of conspiracy going on?

As I remember all the lonely days of finding the courage to give myself the strict regimen of injections, I slide my hand across my secretly growing belly and am no longer sure I want to put that theory to the test all by myself.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Originally posted on February 4, 2016, adapted in December 2017

This fiction inspired by this article.








#1MinFiction: “Mistletoe and Ornaments” #fiction #holidayshortfiction

*Christmas-flavored short fiction*

This was written for Nortina’s #1MinFiction Challenge at Lovely Curses .

This week’s prompt was “Ornament“.

This piece is a follow-up to “Tuskeegee Chunk”. Feel free to read it first before continuing.

“I have to kiss you.”

While the world outside was rushing around at a frenzied pace with last minute holiday shopping, there we stood in my doorway after an afternoon of shopping for his sister’s Christmas gift. As a collector of intricately designed Christmas ornaments myself, I had helped Jake pick out just the right one for his sister’s collection.

Jake pointed up to the fake mistletoe my best friend had hung above my doorway that now teased us from above. He grinned as his eyes followed mine to the shiny plastic green and red decoration.

“We really don’t have a choice Kris… we shouldn’t break a longstanding tradition, right?”

Could one little kiss complicate our friendship?

Before I could say anything, Jake gently slid his hand behind my neck to pull me in closer to him. Unsure of what to do, I stood still like a statue as he tilted his lips down towards mine. Just as our noses brushed against each other, Jake stopped and searched my eyes to see if I would pull away.

I didn’t.

One little kiss won’t complicate things.

I raised my chin and we kissed so softly that his lips were like feathers against mine. With each recurring touch our lips, Jake deepened his kisses. And I returned each one just as deeply, wanting to savor this first and likely last lapse in our judgement.

I had entertained the thought of this more than once since we had become friends in that hospital waiting room but the intensity of our kiss surprised me.

Who knew that dealing with cancer would be full of bittersweet surprises…

“Well, for something that’s fake, it’s some powerful mistletoe,” I joked, trying to recompose myself after we finally broke free. “It’s a good thing it’s not real.”

Jake exhaled deeply, smiled and leaned his forehead down against mine.

“That kiss was real…I don’t think that I can be friends with you anymore.” His voice was a husky whisper his eyes were still closed.


“You heard me…I want more than being friends with you Kris.”

I backed away and searched his thoughts.

“You mean…because life is short and we don’t know what tomorrow will bring?”

Jake’s eyes lit up.


I pulled Jake away from the door and further into the foyer so that I could shut the door.

“Jake, that’s the cancer talking. Your fear of dying, wanting to throw caution to the wind and doing all the things you’ve wanted to do like the motorcycle you bought… I’ve been through it so I know what you’re feeling. But being more than friends at this point in time wouldn’t be wise for either of us.”

Awkwardness filled the space between us and Jake turned beet red.

“But Kris…I’m better and soon, you will be too…”

I grabbed his hand softly and pulled him towards the livingroom with me.

“Please don’t…Jake. I don’t want to feel sad. Let’s just chill and watch some Christmas movies, okay?”

After what had happened, sappy movies on the Lifetime Channel was definitely out of the question. Without another word, I turned on the television and found “Die Hard” was on for the upteenth time.

As we settled onto the couch with his arm warmly draped over my shoulder and my head resting on his, it was harder than I thought to pretend like the past few minutes had never happened.

One little kiss has complicated everything…

Being more than friends definitely wouldn’t be wise, especially knowing what I hadn’t told him yet.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Monday’s One-Minute Fiction challenges you to write a complete micro-fiction piece in, you guessed it, one minute, no more, no less, based on the prompt provided! Of course, you can come back to edit for grammar & spelling, but the story itself must be written in a minute. Your prompt may be a photo, or a word, or a sentence—whatever inspires me, and hopefully inspires you too.