#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.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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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.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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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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“A” Is For “Afflicted”

“Two people can only keep a secret if one of them is dead.”

Out of all the crazy stuff my Dominican abuela (I mean, grandmother) used to say, that was the wisest and truest thing to ever come out of her big uncensored mouth.

You see, the secret I’ve been keeping has been eating away at me. And with each passing day, the story keeps bubbling up inside of me, trying to escape.

I’ve never told anyone about what happened, at least not all of it.

But I have to get this weight off of my chest and the only way I can do it is by writing it down. If I was really smart, I wouldn’t write it down at all, especially online where people could find it. But I need to tell my story and figure out how I ended up here in the first place.

This blog is really meant for me and my eyes only. I mean, who would even care about my incoherent ramblings?

But just in case someone does stumble across this blog (and if you are reading this, I mean YOU), please remember that I’m not a bad person. I had to take Abuela’s words to heart and I did what needed to be done to save myself.

Truth be told, a little part of me hopes that you do find this blog. I mean, maybe you’ll help me piece this all together and help me see where I went wrong, though I kind of already know.

And of course, I’m writing this anonymously so I won’t tell you my real name. But you can call me “Cara”, short for “Caramel”. That was Abuela’s nickname for me because she loved the color of my skin. She also said that I was like burnt sugar with a bitter aftertaste. Back then, I never knew what she meant by that and the only time I had the nerve to ask, she had simply shrugged her shoulders and said:

Mas sabe el diablo por viejo que por diablo“.

Yes, the devil knows more from experience than from being the devil. Maybe Abuela saw something in me back then that I only discovered later and that I’m reconciling with now…who knows.

But I’m getting off topic. Maybe I’ll write about that later.

Right now, I need to start at the beginning and tell you how I met my abuser Dex…

Cara

Continuation: B is for “Bomb”

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something sexy…just because

Shifting gears away from all-things-Covid-19 and towards some fiction.

I took down most of my fiction from this blog a long time ago but I felt like randomly posting an old excerpt of a little something-something since the A to Z Challenge starts next week.

If you have never read any of my fiction writing, below is a little taste of something sexy…just because I felt like it. I truly like this character and look forward to writing her again – hopefully soon.

You can find some of my other writing under the Short Fiction menu tab above.

*MATURE CONTENT*

Naughty Girls Need Love Too

When I licked Jake’s earlobe, his breathing became labored and his chest heaved against mine.

It took mere seconds to feel just how much he wanted me. Jake’s palms ran along my legs, found their way behind my knees and gave me one forceful tug forward so that I found myself straddling him instead of his motorcycle.

Motorcycles turned me on all on their own but Jake on a motorcycle was deadly.

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

“Call me Ella. I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Ella. All of my friends do.” I fingers 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 close the already non-existent gap between us.

“Not always,” I teased. “Only with the ones I find…interesting.”

“You’re lethal Ella. Dangerous…”

“Tell me to stop what I’m doing and I will.” I stopped and waited for the “stop” I knew would never leave his lips. “For all I know, you might be the dangerous one.” I’d had my people do a background check on him after that brawl at the club so I already knew what I needed to about him.

“Me? Dangerous? I’m more a danger to myself than I would ever be to you,” Jake said, kissing my neck. “Between us, the only dangerous one is you Ella.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m more naughty than dangerous. And naughty girls need love too you know.” I kissed his cheek and when he leaned in towards my lips, I playfully turned my head away. “If I really were dangerous, you’d want me anyways, right?” I looked him straight in the eyes.

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

Jake looked down at my fingers, as if what I was saying and doing didn’t compute. “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 now that his shirt was unbuttoned. Jake closed his eyes firmly, enjoying my touch. “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 front of his jeans.

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

“I want you Ella right here on this bike...” I prompted him again. I could almost hear his heart beating under his now sweaty chest and when he finally opened his eyes, 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 loved the power I had over him, melted under my spell.

“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.”

What unthinkable things could Jake and I do on his bike, right here, right now, in the darkness of this back alley?

I wanted to find out.

His hands cupped my ass and just as our lips touched, the back exit door of the club flew open with such force that Jake grabbed me before I lost my balance.

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

I’d broken the first and foremost commandment at my own club – a rule that I had put in place when I had taking over the business: No fraternizing with the clients.

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

And now here I was – hot, bothered and busted by the last person I wanted to find me breaking my own rule.

I was fucked and unfucked all at the same time.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.


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a to z challenge

Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

I’m going to drop this post like it’s hot before I change my mind…

I’m thinking about participating in the A to Z Challenge in April 2020.

No, no, no.

I WILL participate in the A to Z Challenge in April 2020.

I know, I know…It wasn’t that long ago that I DECLARED that I was DONE with writing challenges (even if you’re truly bored, please don’t scroll back through my old posts and say, “Yeah, you did say that!”)

So yeah, I’m in.

First, I was thinking about writing a series of 26 “background” posts through the eyes of one of the characters in one of my stories. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how much work it would be for little personal gain and so I nixed it.

Then, I thought about writing to 26 reasons why I’m writing the Wattpad story I’m still working on. I quickly realized that I wouldn’t be able to be totally authentic and open with that approach and so I nixed that too.

And that’s when it hit me.

As far as I know, there is no rule that says I can’t repost a previous participation. And if there is such a rule, don’t bother correcting me because I’m going to do what I plan to do anyways.

So…

After all that debating with myself, I’ve decided that I will repost a previous A to Z project and then use it as a springboard to ….

well…

…I won’t tell you about that just yet.

I’m still hashing out those details in my head and my head is a crazy space these days.

Stay tuned.

Will you be doing the A to Z Challenge this year? If so, let me know!

Bisous xoxo