“Naughty Girls Need Love Too” Part 2 – #smexy #fiction #fictionfriday

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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.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.


Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos directly above.


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“When I’m Bad, I’m Better” Part 1 (Ella) – #smexy #fiction #amwriting #love

Jake’s eyes immediately slowly slid over the length of my body, down to the tips of my French manicured toes, back up to my ample cleavage and then rested on my mouth.  When Jake ran his tongue over his lips, I knew that it was involuntary and exactly what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same…

This a peek at how Ella and Jake used to be before things got complicated in “Revenge is a Dish Best Served Hot“… Keep reading for the story and check out the music link that ties in with the title.

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*MATURE CONTENT*


When I’m Bad I’m Better (Ella)

It was dark and past 2am but I knew it was Jake from the way his jeans hugged the back of his ass.

Hot Jake.

He was just sitting there at the back exit of the club, straddling a big, powerful motorcycle between his legs and seeing him poised like that gave me vivid images of him between mine.

Sizzling hot Jake.

Illuminated by the glow of the street lamp, Jake was waiting for someone and that someone was definitely me.

Since I’d rescued him from that nasty beat down and I’d helped him mend, I hadn’t spoken to him or returned his texts. I knew that he’d been sniffing around the club a few times over the past few weeks, trying to bump into me but I purposely hadn’t given him the chance.

Sure, I’d seen him from backstage and the girls had been quick to tell me that he’d been asking about me. But I decided to let him simmer and stew. He could continue trying to chase me down until I was good and ready to be caught.

If Jake really wanted to see me, he’d find a way to come and get me. And as usual, I was right. Waiting for me to surface from the back exit after work was his way of making things happen.

Smart sizzling hot Jake.

Before Jake could notice me, I put my game face on, shook my hair out of its ponytail and just for the fun of it, I unbuttoned an extra button from my top to reveal a little extra skin. Then I walked right past him.

“Gabriella.”

His thick deep voice immediately made my lady bits tingle and I knew that my plan to make him work for it wouldn’t last very long. I stopped, turned slowly and pretended to be surprised.

“Gabriella, where have you been hiding?”

“Hiding isn’t my style. I’m just a busy girl Jake.”

“Too busy to spare a few minutes of your time for me?”

Jake raked back on the bike and folded his arms, a smile spreading across his face.

“That all depends. Right now, I’m a busy girl who is very tired and needs to go to bed.”

As I started to walk away, Jake outstretched his hand and slowly held me back by the elbow. Of course, I let him stop me. I was looking forward to that smile being my downfall.

“Now that sounds like a good idea.”Jake’s voice oozed with heat and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hop on and let me give you a ride. It’s too dark for you to be walking alone. This is not exactly the best of neighborhoods.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I can handle myself quite well Jake.”

I placed my hands on my hips and tilted my head to the side, knowing that my hair would fall seductively over the side of my face. It was a move that always succeeded in getting me what I wanted to have.

Jake’s eyes immediately slowly slid over the length of my body, down to the tips of my French manicured toes, back up to my ample cleavage and then rested on my mouth.  When Jake ran his tongue over his lips, I knew that it was involuntary and exactly what he was thinking. I wanted to do the same.

“I’m more than capable of handling you Gabriella.”

Yummy, yum, yum. This man could definitely get me to…

“I’m not so sure about that. Only time will tell if I decide to give you the time of day.”

Jake shook his head and let go of my arm.

“You are bad girl Gabriella.”

“Well, when I’m good, I’m bad and when I’m bad, I’m better…”

“Is that what you say about yourself?”

Now it was turn to fold my arms and shake my head.

“No, but that’s what other people say about me. Life is so much more interesting when I’m bad”.

“So you’re refusing to take my ride?” Jake asked again. He was making me all sorts of hot and making me want some not-so-innocent fun.

“What type of ride are you offering me?” I asked, getting close enough to smell his cologne.

“Gabriella, I didn’t mean it like that,” Jake said, suddenly looking a little embarrassed that I had sexified his words. He shifted uncomfortably on the bike seat. “I was just joking around.”

I’m not joking.”

I let my bag fall to the ground and my fingers found themselves gathering up the oversized white shirt that hid my short skirt. I almost cracked up at his shocked expression as he stared down at what my fingers were doing. Before Jake could wrap his head around what was happening, I threw a leg over the bike and straddle it just like him. The only difference was that I made sure to face him so that we were up close and very personal. Face to face, bodies just inches apart.

I placed both of my palms on his chest to balance myself and inched my body a little closer, thinking how strong his muscles felt through his shirt.  Then, I slipped my arms around his waist and crushed my chest against his.

“If this is the kind of ride you’re offering Jake, I’ll gladly take it.” I purred into his ear.

Continuation tomorrow: “Naughty Girls Need Love Too.”

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the song and/or video and/or hyperlinks to songs and/or videos directly above.

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Tell Me Why – #writerwednesday #reblogs #amblogging

A part of me has a HUGE pet peeve with certain blogs that I just can’t overcome…

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I love it when some of you reblog my posts.

If I didn’t want you to, I wouldn’t enable the “reblog” function on my posts. And if YOU have the “reblog” function enabled, I assume that you are of the same thinking.

But I’ll be very honest.

A part of me has a HUGE pet peeve when my work is reblogged on blogs/sites that do not have original content created by the owner of the blogger himself/herself.

When I say “no original content”, I truly mean “absolutely no original content” by the owner of the blog:

  • No poetry or fiction that took the owner of the blog hours to ponder, draft and finally post;
  • No essays or commentary on current events that took energy to present the pros, cons and their personal opinions by the blog owner;
  • No book or movie reviews that involved hours of reading and watching of movies by blog owner; and
  • No vlogs that took time to make, edit and post…

The blogs to which I’m referring oftentimes don’t even have a common thread that links any of the reblogs together so it’s basically a collection of other people’s hard work!

It bothers me because I pour a lot of time, energy and love into my blog posts and it feels as though someone is simply scooping them up to fill in gaps on their blogs or increase the number of followers to their site.

It bothers me because they don’t even offer an introductory statement stating why they are reblogging someone else’s post.

If I reblog someone’s post, I redirect readers back to the blogger’s original post to comment – that it is the right thing to do.

I may be wrong to feel this way but I can’t help it. It’s simply the truth.

And while I’m at it, below are three blogs I enjoy that encourage networking, they often reblog quality content from others and they have great original content of their own:

An Opinionated Man

Dream Big, Dream Often

The Story Reading Ape

Enjoy!

All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

 

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#TravelTuesday: Stories Under The Sun #beach #vacation

Carolina Beach, Puerto Rico ©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

It boggles my mind when I hear people say that they don’t like the beach or vacationing.

What?! Who are these people?! 😉

If you happen to be one of those people, you may want to skip the next few #TravelTuesdays.

Not only will I likely post random vacation photos from my IG, I’ll probably post a few of my “vacation stories”.

In the meantime, close your eyes and don’t look at this video I posted last year… 🙂

Image and video content ©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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#MusicMonday (Double Feature): “I Keep Forgettin'” & “What A Fool Believes” – Michael McDonald and the Doobie Brothers

I had a “thing” for Michael McDonald back in the day. That..beautiful raspy voice.

I couldn’t help but post two videos today!

I Keep Forgettin’

What A Fool Believes

Disclaimer: I have no copyrights to the songs and/or videos above.

52 Things In 52 Weeks On Steroids #52things52weeks #simplymarquessa

I didn’t ditch my 52 Things in 52 Weeks.

Well…not completely.

I’ve been tackling them on and off, in a haphazard way and after this post, I’ll be tackling the rest “offline” or as “photos” on Instagram.

I’m no longer finding them “blog-worthy” since many are more “to do”, which is kind of boring, than doing things that are an “experience”.

You know what they say about best laid plans. And since I’m a woman, I’m free to change my mind, right?

Anyhoot, here are a few visuals just to close the loop on a few of the items I had listed and because some of you asked me questions.

My quest for “cleaner” products

The first tiny batch of homemade non-toxic toothpaste I made earlier in the year lasted over two months and made my teeth feel clean – all day. I’m no mathematician but with only three ingredients to make it myself, that two month batch could only have cost me pennies. Yup, pennies!

This is one habit that I will NOT be giving up.

Making my own toothpaste also led me back to my old habit of making my own facial moisturizer with a coconut oil base.

My personal “facial concoctions” keep my face hydrated all day long as opposed to the expensively branded stuff at the beauty counters whose contents I can’t pronounce and that make my face “dry” up hours later.

And while I’m on the topic of coconut oil, I’ve completely switched to cooking with this good fat.

Back to basics…

My desire to purge my baking past

I used to enjoy baking, mainly from scratch and in a time crunch, even the not-as-tasty commercial stuff.

But when I realized that my homemade cheesecakes (I loved “customizing flavors” for personal requests) was costing me the same to make as buying one already done from the fancy pastry store, I stopped.

So those baking days are long gone and these items below were way, way, way past their expiration dates and needed to be tossed.

Resisting the temptation

I also gave away and/or threw out all the not-so-good-for-me crap in my fridge. Then, I scrubbed it down, shelf by shelf. I haven’t seen my fridge this sparkly clean and empty since the day it was bought.

Basically all I have left are containers of protein powder, supergreens and coffee cream. And now that I’m back for a while, the plan is to only buy what I need for the week – nothing more. Prepping and cooking on Sunday for the week is also part of the plan.

Declutter the free and mini-cosmetic clutter

I have a slight addiction to small, tiny things…at least when it comes to cosmetics.

On my first trip to London at the age of four, I fell in love with the mini sized cottled creams, butters and jams as part of the meal served on the plane and I’ve a “thing” ever since. I even remember a few of the mini-soaps “falling into my pocket” back when there was “real” soap in plane bathrooms. 🙂

So you know that’s why, as an adult, I can’t resist or turn down free sample sizes of anything.

But it was time to reduce the amounts I had accumulated. I stopped buying hair and bath products, have been using the samples I have and will buy nothing new until they are used.

Recycle from bits and pieces

I use a small television as a second screen for my laptop but did not feel like spending money on a gadget to prop it up to the higher level. I scrounged around in my garage, found left over pieces of pine from last year’s renovations and voilà! It’s not the prettiest hack but it fits the bill.

When I have time, a few dabs of contractor’s glue and a little spray paint will do the trick!

I’ve surprised myself over the years at how I can recycle and re-purpose stuff I already have or was about to throw out. And no, I can assure you that my place does not look like a second-hand garage sale.

Books, books and more books – research and rereads

I’ve been reading more varied books (short stories, health-related and more non-fiction) for personal knowledge and research for future writing projects. Here are a few visuals:

And below are the books I would like to reread over the short term. There are so many more boxes these are a start!

And as you already know, part of my 52/52 list was to pen a novella and that is what I did thanks to the 2017 A to Z Challenge! Revisions of it are in the works!

If you are interested, I’ll be continuing the others on my Instagram!

Cheers!

 

M xoxo

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“Straight, No Chaser 2.0” #sensual #fictionfriday #weekendcoffeeshare

Photo credit: Michael Taggart Photography via Foter.com / CC BY-NC

[This “sexier” scene is from a short story tentatively titled, “Hey Nia… It’s me, Anthony.”

What’s the premise of my short story?

Tatiana gets a 2:00am WhatsApp message from a stranger who is looking for “Nia”. Bored and unable to sleep, Tatiana decides to play the role of “Nia” until curiosity gets the better of her and she decides to meet up with Anthony offline.

I got the idea from a real WhatsApp message I received a while back with that very same message, “Hey Nia…It’s me, Anthony” and when I ignored the text, Anthony called and I decided to pick up. That is where the non-fiction aspect of my story ends but a story idea was hatched and I knew that title was a keeper!

Thanks to my beta-reader-newsletter-subscribers who gave great feedback on the “original” scene. I revised the scene a bit by changing their names, making him a “more typical and less talkative” man and adding a bit more context to round out the scene.

As you read on, please bear in mind that these two characters are not fully developed and that this story will have more “substance” to it than just sex like what I complained out in the other post.  Your feedback is always appreciated.]

 This is only an excerpt called, “Straight, No Chaser”.

*Warning – Mature content. If you’re not 18+, please stop here*

“Straight, No Chaser”

“Don’t we look sexy together Nia?”

We did but we would have looked 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…

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…”

“I don’t give a fuck! 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.

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 it,” he whispered as his hips responded to mine. “Just as much as I’d like 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…

Want to know more about the WhatsApp exchanges between Anthony and Tatiana? And why Tatiana would pretend to be Nia? If you would like to know when the full short story is available, sign up for the newsletter here.

All Rights Reserved ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

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