“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.

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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.”

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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

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#MusicMonday: “Is It You?” – Lee Ritenour feat. Eric Tagg

I lied.

Well, it’s not really a lie… I simply changed my mind about not continuing with #MusicMonday after May 2017.

Spending so much time on the “off-mode” while on vacation and listening to my playlists had me thinking about the reasons why I wanted to cut back on them. Though my reasons were and still are valid, music makes me happy and that’s why I’ll be posting when I feel like it. BOOM! 🙂

Starting with this repost of a song that I absolutely looove, especially the lyrics (of course).

It takes me back to the early 80’s, back to the days when Kenny Loggins, Michael McDonald and the Doobie Brothers were popular on the radio.

I could easily play this on loop, again and again and again which I have and often do.

An oldie. And a goodie.

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“Who’s Laughing Now?” #bully #meangirl

 

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Who’s Laughing Now?

*inspired by Who’s Laughing Now? (video below)

The woman was plump, had a face full of wrinkles and looked beyond dowdy in her washed out yoga pants and oversized T-shirt. She stood shaking her head in frustration as her children raced up and down the grocery aisle. It was obvious that she wanted to crucify them but she seemed too tired to deal with them as they screamed and darted around people’s grocery carts.

Something about her felt familiar and I wondered from where I knew her. As I continued to scan the shelf for what I needed for the weekend, I eliminated the possibilities. She wasn’t from my university days, past jobs or from elementary school where everyone knew each other. High school was the only feasible place left and I immediately knew who she was – Eva the bully.

Eva was an older girl who had bullied me when I first started high school. She was in the graduating class and had taken a “liking” to me, taunting me in the meanest ways possible on the bus and whenever our paths would cross in the school hallways. I was her perfect target – young fresh meat, four years younger than her and one out of the handful of Black kids in the entire school. Her insults always focused my “blackness” – how ugly and Medusa-like my braids were, how my skin was brown like a monkey and anything else that came to her nasty little mind. Eva was a class act with her promises to beat me up if I opened my mouth and told on her. Yes, she was a first class mean girl who had a good laugh at my expense.

But even at that age, I knew better than to give her what she wanted  – the satisfaction of scaring me, even if I was on the inside. But when pretending not to care only aggravated her more, she doubled up on her efforts and I had no choice to get the family involved. I couldn’t live on pins and needles until she graduated. She was already as dumb as a doorknob – what if she failed and had to repeat her grade…what would happen then?

I must have been deep in thought and staring at her while I took that 30 year trip down memory lane because I found her staring curiously right back at me.

“Do we know each other?” Eva had the nerve to smile and it irked the shit out of me.

I was about to shake my head with a “no” and simply go about my business but when one of her kids crashed into me and kept running, it ignited a fire in the pit of my stomach. I found myself approaching her.

“I’m sure that you won’t remember me but I definitely remember you. You’re Eva, right?” I smiled.

“Yeah, I am. How do we know each other?”

I couldn’t help but smile even wider.

“You were the racist bitch that bullied me in my first year of high school. It’s hard to forget a face as ugly as yours.”

Eva’s face quickly changed from a smile to shock. From her wide eyes, she was confused at how the words coming out of my words were not corresponding with the smile plastered on my face. She opened her mouth but couldn’t form a full sentence.

“What?”

“I said that you were the racist bitch that bullied me in my first year of high school,” I repeated a little louder, attracting the attention of a young couple standing nearby.

She tried to recognize my face from all those years ago, probably flashing back to what and who she had been back then and maybe to what and who she still was.

“You were nothing less than a monster but from the looks of it, you’re living a nightmare of your own. And you definitely deserve it. You reap what you sow.”

I pointed to her kids spitting out f* bombs at each other like they were candy, fighting over something from the shelf down the aisle. I didn’t give a flying fig that the couple watching were fully fascinated by my words and were looking at Eva in disgust.

I gave Eva my back and returned to where I had left my cart a few steps away, feeling her eyes on me the entire time. From the corner of my eye, I could see her standing motionless, unsure of what to do and looking extremely embarrassed. I finished taking down what I needed and glanced back at her.

“Have yourself a wonderful day Eva,” I told her and walked away to the cashier.

No, it’s not true that I walked away.

I strutted my way down the grocery aisle, my stride overflowing with satisfaction.

You know what they say, he who laughs last, laughs best…

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When “Yes” Should Be “No” – #empowerment

Did you know that “no” is a full sentence?

It’s a simple and powerful word that we sometimes don’t use often enough.

Think about all the times this past week that you’ve said “yes” or “okay” to something or someone when what you really wanted to say was “no”.

Sure, it’s difficult to say. But every now and then you just have to say it because if you don’t, no one will say it for you.

Don’t say “yes” if you know that you’re going to feel taken advantage of, upset or angry…

Say no to watching your son’s dog while he and his wife spend another Mother’s Day at the in-laws while you sit home alone again like last year and the year before…

Say no to postponing that dream trip you’ve been saving up for because your daughter squanders her own money and needs you to pay her rent next month again…

Say no to lending a helpful hand or a compassionate ear to that “friend” who NEVER reciprocates and always seems to go missing in action whenever you really need them…

…all true tales I’ve lent an ear to…

Just say NO.

Or if you feel the need to be more polite, just say, “No, that just doesn’t work for me.”

It’s not easy but be brave.

Deal with their reaction the best way you can.

Try not to let the “fall-out” scare you.

Swallow the guilt you shouldn’t be feeling in the first place.

You need to get over it and get on with doing “YOU”.

You’ve heard it a million times but you need to believe it: 

People treat you the way you allow them to treat you.

Show yourself a little LOVE and put yourself at the TOP of your priority list.

Even if it’s just for a few minutes per day or a few hours a week, take a break and stop trying to be everything to everyone.

And say “YES” to “YOU”.

P.S. Enjoy the video below

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reposted from 2016


“Brave” – Sara Bareilles

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Z is for “Zero Gravity” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “You Look Good In My Shirt.”

Zero Gravity (Delaney)

I sat at the gate with my boarding pass at the ready.

But was I really ready?

The waiting area was overflowing with travelers. I distracted myself by analyzing the emotions I saw on the faces and conversations around me.

The newlyweds sitting across from me couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The older couple to my left were headed to a funeral. After being banished for a month to her grandparents in Gurabo, the teenage girl face-timing to my right was ecstatic to get back home to the boyfriend her parents didn’t want her to have.

I wondered what they saw on my face when they looked at me.

A woman wanting to stay in a paradise that felt too good to be true with Alejandro, Nate and Alma?

Or a woman longing to get back to the cozy life she’d just created for herself and to Tyler who kept life interesting?

The ringtone for Ella startled me and I scrambled to answer my cell. No “hi”, “hello” or “how are you?”, Ella was straight to the point.

“Are you staying or leaving?”

“I’m actually sitting at the gate like an idiot, not knowing what I should do.”

I heard Ella sigh in the way she always did when the answer was clear to her but for no one else.

Zero gravity.”

“What?”

“You don’t know your up from your down Laney. You know that I’m not into all this love shit, but maybe this is the time you need to go with your heart and not with your head. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.”

Ella hung up, leaving me to marinate in her non-advice.

I looked down at my boarding pass, closed my eyes and tried to hear what my heart was saying.

My head knew exactly what I should do but my heart whispered that it had other plans.

The End…for now. Thanks for reading! This storyline will be made into a novella in the near future.

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