“Chocolate High” (2016) – #fiction #fictionfriday

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Chocolate High

“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 simply moaned 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 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 placed the fork back 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. Open your mouth.”

“Shush, don’t let the chef hear you.”

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 smudged it away with my thumb. 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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When He Is The Dog Catcher And You Are Betty #abuse

I was playing with my nephew’s cute little dog Betty at a family gathering.

I sat watching at how one guest in particular used his sweetest voice to call Betty over and tried to influence her with treats as enticement to approach him. He was determined and basically did all that he could to win her over so that he could play with her.

It seemed like a mission or a challenge for him.

It was even more interesting to see how quickly he lost interest in Betty after conquering her and then moved on to more interesting conversations with other two-legged people.

But poor Betty seemed confused by the dismissal. And still expecting to be given more attention, Betty followed him around for quite a while looking sad.

And that’s when it hit me.

This approach is similar to how a narcissistic treats his prey. He’ll move heaven and earth to gain your attention, just so that he can suck you in and make you fall deep into the trap he has laid out for you.

It’s like he is the dog catcher and you are literally like Betty.

Don’t be Betty.

And that’s what I was thinking when I wrote this installment below:

Charming

 

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“Good Dick Is Hard To Find” #writerwednesday #fiction

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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. Hopefully, 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 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 one week!”

“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.

“Richard, I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“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. A quiet moment passes and once again, his hands find their way back to my shoulders. He squeezes them with anticipation and suddenly his lips are almost pressed against my ear again.

“Really? You’re that sorry?”

I nod.

“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.

“Hmmm…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 at all during this holiday season.”

Richard turns to bark orders at one of the many young 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 but is always 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 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, another Good Dick is hard to find.

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It Feels Good Until It Doesn’t #abuse #domesticviolence #fictionfriday

When love feels too good to be true, it could very well be that it isn’t true at all.

The Prince Charming, his compliments, thoughtful gifts and flowers can feel oh-so-good until the “love” becomes jealous and controlling.

Love is not controlling and being controlling is not love.

“Jealousy”

Such A Pretty Face #anecdote #creativenonfiction

She had the greenest eyes I had ever seen.

Lush and naturally blond hair and a sweet smile that always lit up her cute and perfectly round face.

If plus-sized models like Ashley Graham had been a “thing” back then, Nicole would have been scouted and signed on the spot by a modelling agency. She was also one of those rare people who was beautiful on the inside too.

Personally, I had barely noticed her thick and curvy frame until the son of one of the doctors we had never met stopped by the office that day to pick up an envelope. As he leaned against the tall counter that stood between them, it was obvious from his body language that he was smitten with Nicole. And from Nicole’s flaming red cheeks, it was clear that she enjoyed his flirty attention.

I knew that it was just a matter of minutes before he would ask for her number.

But when Nicole pushed away from the desk to grab the envelope he had stopped by for, my stomach sank at how his critical eyes raked over her body when she wasn’t looking.

“Wow, you have such a pretty face…Too bad,” is what he said to her.

Nine little words…

A weak-ass shrug of his shoulders…

A distinct shake of his head as if to say “no”…

A cloud of disappointment on his face…

And Nicole’s spirit was left shattered on the floor as he unknowingly walked away with much more than that envelope.

That is the moment I realized just how the greenest of green eyes could become the bluest of blue.

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“Just The Two Of Us” #travel #fiction #anecdote

*inspired by a true event

Still Just The Two of Them In 2017 ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

“It’s just the two of us left in this entire world now,” Jeanne** told me about thirty seconds after introducing herself and her sister Cassie** to me on the beach. “And we are going to enjoy this trip like it’s our last one together.”

I quickly realized that her words were more literal than figurative…

It was still quite early in the morning but these sisters had already gone all out and splurged by renting chairs, an umbrella, and little table for the day. The older sister’s name was Jeanne and her younger sister was Cassie, both in their fifties. We had crossed paths countless times, smiling and saying “Another beautiful day” to each other on the beach, at the pool and in the lobby. Jeanne and Cassie were always cheerful and pumped up for another day in the beautiful sun.

Jeanne stood out from the other beach regulars because of the beautiful head scarves she wore. Today’s head scarf was sky blue with silver edging. From the fragile wisps of her hair escaping from underneath it, it was obvious that though an illness had managed to steal her hair, it had not robbed her of bubbly and friendly spirit. Cassie had the same energy but spirit was dulled by a hint of sadness.

“You know, I was just telling Cassie that the next time we saw you, we should introduce ourselves. Why waste time just saying hello when we can get to know each other? Life is just too short to waste, don’t you agree?”

I definitely agreed.

And we spent the next few hours chatting under their umbrella. 

**names changed of course

2018 update : This was written in 2016 and I saw them from a distance last year in 2017. I didn’t bump into these lovely ladies during my most recent trip so I am hoping that it is still just the two of them.

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“Dirty & Flirty” – Part 4- #amwriting #fiction


“Something tells me that’s not necessarily true Ms. Davenport,” he challenged as I felt his eyes slowly travel the contours of my face.

I took a deep breath in and challenged him right back even though my body was enjoying the proximity of his.

“I’ll just have to prove you wrong, won’t I?”

Neither of us could keep a straight face and we both cracked up laughing. He backed away and sat on the edge of Mr. Bernstein’s desk.

“The look on your face was absolutely priceless.” Tyler couldn’t stop laughing. “I thought that you would pass out.”

“If you’d said something, I probably would have.” It was my turn to tell the truth. I watched him give me a slow seductive once over, from head to toe.

“Don’t do that,” I told him and sat down so that he couldn’t continue.

“I’m just trying to see how I didn’t recognize you in the first place. Then again, you were probably only 13 at the time, right?”

I nodded.

“You definitely didn’t look like this in high school.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. When did you figure it out?”

“To be honest, it took me a few days. I don’t believe in that psychic shit so there had to be a logical explanation. It all led back to things that happened in my senior year. And then I remembered your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

“Yeah, they seemed very familiar to me from the start, as if they were laughing at me. And then I remembered having that thought once before. And it was about you. I just couldn’t remember your last name until Bernie said it.”

I leaned back in the chair, folded my arms and then crossed my legs. Tyler’s focus immediately landed on where my skirt hiked up a little.

“Yeah, according to all the other girls, I was the lucky junior to be paired up with the popular senior for orientation,” I said, mimicking a teenage girl voice.

“Sarcasm…I take it that you weren’t a fan? Did I act like an ass to you or something? I was pretty spoiled back then.”

“I know. And from the looks of it, not much may have changed,” I kidded, knowing that he could take it.

He laughed and shook his head as if he didn’t know what to do with me.

“No, you weren’t an ass to me. It’s just that being paired up with you made all the other girls want to be my instant friend. And I couldn’t just stay under the radar where I wanted to be.”

“Why did you want to stay under the radar?”

“That’s not important.” I said, skirting around his question. “The fact was that after that, I couldn’t get a moment’s peace from the latest Tyler J. news. All I heard was gossip about you, you and more you…blah, blah, blah.”

“So that’s how you knew all that stuff about me?”

I nodded.

“But what about me being afraid of water?”

“Oh, you told me that yourself when you were giving me a tour of the sports arena at school.”

Tyler was quiet and pensive.

“Well, I must have felt comfortable with you if I actually told you that.” He smiled and crossed his own arms. “Or maybe I needed to fill up all of that empty space in our conversation. You were so quiet that I thought that you might have been mute. Or a church mouse.” He grinned and gave me a flirty look. “I can see that that’s no longer the case.”

“No, that’s definitely not the case anymore.”

“So you thought I was cute?”

“Don’t fish for compliments…I never said that.”

“You don’t pull any punches, do you Laney?”

My brows arched at what he called me. Only my close friends called me Laney and by using it, he was showing me that he remembered.

“I just didn’t see what all the fuss was about, that’s all.”

Tyler didn’t flinch.

“Nothing like a little brutal honesty from a non-fan.”

“You seemed to be the picture perfect stereotypical party boy jock who everyone was impressed with.”

“Except you.”

I said nothing and stood up.

“And what do you think now?”

He got up from the desk and spun around like he was on display.

I laughed.

“I don’t know, maybe a more refined and older version of that teenage boy?”

I picked up my purse from the floor and started to angle myself toward the door but he blocked me.

“What about that coffee? You can explain to me in detail why you ran this morning. And I can tell you what I’m doing here. I know that you’re dying to know.”

I was curious but I also wanted to get away from him and regroup. I was about to say no when he stopped me before I could.

“Don’t say no.”

Tyler reached out and put his hand on my arm. I had to hand it to him, he knew how to give the kind of look that could make a woman reconsider a thing or two.

“It’s not a “no”. It’s more like a “maybe” as in maybe another time.”

Tyler laughed.

“Lawyers and their slippery words but I’ll take your “maybe”.”

I needed to get serious.

“Can we agree that you’ll never ever tell anyone about the coffee shop thing?”

He extended his hand and mimicked my seriousness.

“Sure. But only after we’ve had that coffee so you’d better jump on my offer quick. Monday – after work” I nodded. “Great, let’s shake on it friend.”

It wasn’t a real handshake – it was just an excuse to take my hand.

“Nothing about your handshake feels friendly to me Tyler.”

“It sure feels friendly to me.”

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. Tyler was incorrigible and I liked it. He accompanied me to the elevators and I noticed how the receptionist eyed him as we walked by.

“One more thing…”

“If it’s for a real date, the answer is no,” I preempted him and pushed the call button.

“Now look who’s got the ego…Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet.” He laughed.

The elevator arrived. I got in and waited for him to finish his thought.

“It took a little time but I got more than what I wanted.”

He held the elevator door open to stop it from closing.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’d asked you for your name and number, remember? Now, not only do I know your name but I also know where you work which is much better than your number.”

As the elevator doors closed, Tyler laid one of his smiles on me.

“Because I know where to find you at all times. See you Monday, Laney.”

“See you Monday Ty.”

I laughed and shook my head all the way down the 25 floors.

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