Saturday, December 24, 2011

Scary sexy!




Ever watch a horror movie and see a half naked girl running away from the scary kiler through the woods? Well, how's this for a change of pace: a scary movie with sexy, half naked guys running through the woods and in the shower. That's right, ladies! These kind of horror movies exist, they're called beefcake horror movies. My very good friend and author (and main member of The Playgirl Posse) Megan Hussey is currently working with a film company that specializes in "beefcake" horror movies! Need proof? Check the pics!

Monday, November 21, 2011

I'm published!!!!

Hey everyone!!!! I have good news to share! I just got published! I, along with a few other students in my English class, got a book published featuring our narrative essays. The book's titled Treasured Memories from The Heart: A Collection of Narratives. It's on sale at Amazon.com and proceeds go to the education department at my school. Please if you can purchase this book and it makes a great gift!!



http://www.amazon.com/Treasured-Memories-Heart-Collection-Narrative/dp/1466246472/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1321855515&sr=1-1

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Preview: Burlesque Weekend (Sexy Girls Weekend)

Nikita Amanda Taylor had just finished a busy, stressful week at the office when she invited five of her girlfriends for a girls’ weekend. On Thursday, she planned an agenda which inspired her after watching the movie Burlesque. The plans in the agenda include burlesque and striptease classes, shopping for sexy lingerie and costumes, and of course having fun.

Her to-do list was a little longer though. During the week, she had to get the refreshments, create a mixtape, and have the invitations made, which she sent online to her friends. After work, she invited her girlfriends Reina, Heather, Molly, Ellen, and Sandy. She messaged them to meet her at Body Movement, the local dance studio, for burlesque and striptease classes. Once they were there, the girls changed into their comfortable attire and got ready to move their bodies.

“Nikita, this is a great idea to start our girls’ weekend with a sexy striptease class.” Molly the baker said.

“Yeah, this beats taking my mom and her friends to Bingo.” Ellen the busybody agreed.

“Girl, I’m ready to get my sexy on!” said entrepreneur-in-the-making Reina said.

“Me too!” Sandy and Heather agreed in unison.

The girls along with a few other women got started at the striptease/burlesque class taught by a tall, voluptuous woman named Kendra. The girls not only have fun, they also got a good workout in the process. After the class, the girls went to Frolic, a sexy lingerie/costume boutique, to get some sexy costumes for the weekend.

“Ooh, look at what I got!” cooed Sally, the country club bartender, as she showed the girls her sexy sailor costume.

Aside from getting some sexy costumes and lingerie, they also bought fishnet stockings, accessories, and some body glitter. A young, freckle-faced, brown-eyed redhead cashier saw the girls with baskets full of items.

She then said, “”Wow! You ladies are buying a lot of merchandise today. What the occasion?”

Nikita happily told the cashier, “We’re having a girls’ weekend and the theme is sexy burlesque.”

“Ooh, sounds like fun!! I get off soon, so can I come?” The cashier asked Nikita as she rang up everybody’s purchases.

“Sure you can! Let me give you directions to my place. By the way, I’m Nikita and these are my friends Molly, Reina, Ellen, Sandy, and Heather.” Nikita said as she and her friends paid for their things.

“Nice to meet you all, my name’s Kylie.” The cute redhead cashier introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you too, Kylie. You’re welcome to join us on our girls’ weekend. Bring two of your sexiest costumes and come to my place.” Nikita said.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

My Very First White Girl

This girl I know named Stephanie’s a cool chick. Me and her got things in common. For example, we both like going out to strip clubs where the men take it off. We also like to travel and go on trips. On one trip, me and her went to Las Vegas with a few our gal pals for a girls-only trip where we shopped, club hopped, dined, and checked out a couple of male strip shows. That was a blast and I couldn’t wait for the next trip.

Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the black men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn’t bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over to my house after a day of shopping, guy watching, and of course guy flirting.

Stephanie and I sat on the sofa as we talked about our day at the mall. We not only talked about what we bought at the mall, but we also talked about the guys we had flirted with.

“I saw how those brothas were checking you out over at Foot Locker.” I said to Stephanie as I giggled.

“I know right, but those hot white guys at Abercrombie & Fitch were ready to hit on you when stepped out of Frederick’s of Hollywood. Even the blonde-haired cutie at Baskin-Robbins over at the food court wanted to tempt you when you were getting ice cream.” Stephanie as she gushed.

As I said, it didn’t bother me that a white girl like Stephanie was into black men; I wasn’t even offended at the fact that she liked to have sex with black men. Yet I wondered if she had ever been with a black girl before. One day, me and her chatted online and she even showed me some pictures of herself. The first picture she showed me was one with her bare, freshly waxed pussy; it was so pink and pretty. Another picture she showed me was one which she took a picture of herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and revealing her tiny perfect tits and her flat stomach. I’ve never had an encounter with another girl before, but I was to have one, she would be my first.

I then asked her, “Stephanie, have you been pleasured by another female?”

Stephanie looked at me as she said; I’ve never been with another girl before.”

“Not even a black girl?” I asked her.

“Not even one.” Stephanie said bashfully.

“What if I told you that you have a sexy little body and if I were to have my first time with a girl, you would be my first?” I said as I moved a little closer to her.

“Oh?” Stephanie replied.

“And also that you look hot in those pics you sent me online.” I added as I glanced up and down her body.

Once we sat close, I softly touched her dark brown hair and then I softly kissed her pink lips.

Her lips were soft, smooth, and tasted sweet because she wore some vanilla flavored lip balm. As I softly kissed her lips, my hands sneakily went under her gray baby tee and gently fondled her small, perky breasts that were covered by a white bra. I gently broke the kiss and slowly took off her white baby t-shirt. I reached around the back of her bra and unhooked it. Her small tits had cute little nipples that were like berries that I would lick as if they were covered in sugar. I softly sucked her breasts, feeling her tiny nipples harden in my mouth. She moaned some more as I squeezed her breasts together and sucked both of her nipples.

While I kissed and licked her soft tits, I used my other hand to unbutton and unzip her jeans. I pulled off her jeans in one smooth movement; once the jeans came off; I kissed and licked her neck as I slid my hand into her matching white thong panties. Stephanie moaned as I felt her freshly waxed, pink pussy. There, I felt a damp wet spot that was on the crotch of her panties. I then kneeled down on the living room as I removed her jeans and panties in one smooth swoop. Once she was entirely naked, I slowly spread her woman lips open as I softly flickered my tongue on her clit. Stephanie’s moans ranged from soft and breathy to loud and passionate.

“Ohhhhhhh…..this feels so good….”Stephanie loudly moaned as I licked and fingered her pink pussy.

The more I licked her pussy, the wetter she became. As I tasted her some more, I slowly unbuttoned my short-sleeved pink blouse. After licking her, I straddled myself onto her lap as I said to her, “I know you’re used to seeing big black cocks, but have your been with a black girl with soft, womanly, big breasts?”

I reached around to the back of my bra and unhooked it. I freed my breasts and leaned in close as she put her soft mouth on to one of my nipples. I moaned as she softly kissed and licked both of my breasts while I gently played with her dark brown hair. I then took off my jeans before taking off my black lace panties.

As I took off my panties, Stephanie started licking my hair-free chocolate pussy. I moaned as she licked the inside of it. She continued licking me as her tongue licked my pussy up and down. I held onto one of the arms of the sofa as she tasted me again and again. After that, she then kissed me on the lips.

I then looked into her brown eyes and said, “If I had a strap-on, I’d make you cum like crazy.”


We then sat close across from each other as we started finger fucking each other’s pussies. We got each other wet in more ways than one. As we fingered each other, our bodies rubbed against each other. Our bodies created slick, lust-induced friction as we played with each other’s bodies.


After that, I gently opened Stephanie’s legs as I wrapped my legs around her waist. Our wet pussies along with our bodies rubbed each other as we tribbed. Stephanie and I moaned and groaned as grinded our bodies together on the sofa. Several minutes later, we then collapsed on one another as I gave Stephanie one more kiss on the lips.

“Did you like your first encounter with a black girl?” I asked her with a smile.

“I really enjoyed it! I might have to think up some way to thank you for making this a very hot experience for me.” Stephanie replied.

“Same with you.” I said as we got up and put our clothes back on.

“Wanna go try out things we bought at the mall?” I asked her.

“Sure, I’m game.” Stephanie replied.

THE END

Friday, February 18, 2011

Preview: My Very First White Girl

This girl I know named Stephanie’s a cool chick. Me and her got things in common. For example, we both like going out to strip clubs where the men take it off. We also like to travel and go on trips. On one trip, me and her went to Las Vegas with a few our gal pals for a girls-only trip where we shopped, club hopped, dined, and checked out a couple of male strip shows. That was a blast and I couldn’t wait for the next trip.

Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the black men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn’t bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over to my house after a day of shopping, guy watching, and of course guy flirting.

Stephanie and I sat on the sofa as we talked about our day at the mall. We not only talked about what we bought at the mall, but we also talked about the guys we had flirted with.

“I saw how those brothas were checking you out over at Foot Locker.” I said to Stephanie as I giggled.

“I know right, but those hot white guys at Abercrombie & Fitch were ready to hit on you when stepped out of Frederick’s of Hollywood. Even the blonde-haired cutie at Baskin-Robbins over at the food court wanted to tempt you when you were getting ice cream.” Stephanie as she gushed.

As I said, it didn’t bother me that a white girl like Stephanie was into black men; I wasn’t even offended at the fact that she liked to have sex with black men. Yet I wondered if she had ever been with a black girl before. One day, me and her chatted online and she even showed me some pictures of herself. The first picture she showed me was one with her bare, freshly waxed pussy; it was so pink and pretty. Another picture she showed me was one which she took a picture of herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and revealing her tiny perfect tits and her flat stomach. I’ve never had an encounter with another girl before, but I was to have one, she would be my first.

I then asked her, “Stephanie, have you been pleasured by another female?”

Stephanie looked at me as she said; I’ve never been with another girl before.”

“Not even black girl?” I asked her.

“Not even one.” Stephanie said bashfully.

“What if I told you that you have a sexy little body and if I were to have my first time with a girl, you would be my first.” I said as I moved a little closer to her.

“Oh?” Stephanie replied.

“And also that you look hot in those pics you sent me online.” I added as I glanced up and down her body.

Once we sat close, I softly touched her dark brown hair and then I softly kissed her pink lips.

Her lips were soft, smooth, and tasted sweet because she wore some vanilla flavored lip balm. As I softly kissed her lips, my hands sneakily went under her gray baby tee and gently fondled her small, perky breasts that were covered by a white bra.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

After a Long Day-an IR threesome story

It was 5 o’clock my work week had just ended. I clocked out and stepped out of the office building, where I work as an office/administrative assistant. I got into my car silver sedan and drove downtown to the diner where my best friend Cianna works. I parked my car at the front of the diner and waited on her. A few minutes later, Cianna came out of the diner in her waitress uniform. She was really happy that day because I saw the smile on her face.

“Hey Cianna, how are you today?” I asked her as I started the car.

“Great, I just got paid today and got a lot of tips also.” Cianna said as she let down her shiny dark auburn red hair.

“Good, I got paid too. Working that overtime really does pay.” I said happily as we drove over to her place.

A couple of minutes later, we had arrived from at Cianna’s house, a two-story split level. Once we got inside, we sat ourselves down on the sage-colored living room sofa and took off our shoes.

“So how’s Talan?” I asked her.

Talan’s a construction worker who happens to be Cianna’s boyfriend. He’s tall with dark brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a very built body on him, got muscles on top of muscles.

“Talan’s doing very well. He’s getting a bonus at work from building on the new office building across from the downtown hotel. He’s working very hard and we’re still dating and all.” Cianna replied.

“That’s very good to hear.” I said to her.

“Yes, it is. He’s going to be a little late getting off work tonight. Would you mind staying here to keep me company?” Cianna asked of me.

“Sure, I can keep you company.” I replied.

Cianna then smiled at me as she sat a little closer beside me. She brushed my black hair aside and softly kissed my lips. Her pink lips were soft like petals and she was a really good kisser. I slowly took off her waitress uniform and then took off her shoes as she continued to kiss my lips. After the kiss, she took me to her bedroom. Once we were there, we sat on the bed facing each other. I returned her kiss that time and I slowly took off her white cotton bra and panties. Her naturally endowed breasts had peaches-and-cream-hued nipples. I heard her gasp as my tongue softly circled both nipples before I sucked them. Her moans and groans were high and soft as she lightly played with my black silk-like hair. I then softly licked and kissed her neck. While I kissed her there, I slowly rubbed her bare womanhood. She moaned and groaned as I pleasured her body.

I felt her woman lips getting wet with each rub and stroke I delivered to her pussy. Her womanly juices had leaked into my mouth and tongue. Cianna then got up and kissed my lips some more. She slowly unbuttoned my black jacket as I took off my black heels. We continued kissing as I unzipped my white, long-sleeved blouse and I took it off. Cianna smiled as she looked my ample cleavage peeking from my black and red ruffle demi bra. I unhooked my bra from the back and my endowed breasts were freed. Cianna cupped my breasts into her hands. I gasped as she suckled and licked both of my breasts; I was turned on by her breast play. While she played with my twins, I then unzipped my black skirt and let it fall to the floor. We kissed each other’s lips some more as we squeezed and fondled each other’s breasts. I felt Cianna’s fingers as she rubbed my pussy lips I loudly moaned as my juices were leaking from my pussy.

After that, Cianna and I kissed each other’s lips again. I slowly took off my matching panties while we kissed. I sat up on the bed as Cianna placed kisses up from the tops of my feet to my inner thighs. I then softly stroked her medium auburn hair which hanged loosely around her shoulders. I loudly gasped as she delivered the first lick to my already wet pussy. I moaned as her tongue gave my pussy a couple of cat-like licks. I felt myself slowly cumming into her mouth as she continued to lick me.

Then, I positioned myself on top of Cianna’s body and orally played her breasts some more. As I kissed and licked her breasts, I slipped two of my fingers into her wet pussy. I heard her moaned my name as her hands stroked my silky black hair. Suddenly, I felt a large hand stroking up and down one of my thighs. I slowly lifted my head from Cianna’s chest and looked to see Talan, who was happy to see the both of us.

“Baby, I’m so glad you here. She’s just keeping me company because we both got off from work.” Cianna said to him as Talan kissed her lips.

I got up from Cianna’s lightly hair-covered pussy and said hi to Talan. He then looked at me and said, “Hi, how are you?”

“I’m good, thanks.” I said to Talan with a smile.

“Good to hear.” Talan said as he gently cupped my face with both of his hands and kissed my lips, tasting the sweet nectar from his girlfriend’s woman lips.

Cianna and I watched as Talan took off his wife beater tank top. His body hot and ripped in the right places with muscles on top of muscles. He then joined us on the bed and deeply kissed Cianna’s lips. Talan and I then softly licked and sucked her full, lush breasts as I slid my fingers down to Cianna’s wet pussy, gently rubbing it. She was still very wet from me licking her down there. As I rubbed her pussy, Talan gently pulled me close as he kissed my lips. The man can kiss like nobody’s business, his lips were soft and the kisses were warm and sensual. As we kissed, my hand brushed against Talan’s crotch and felt his cock that was gradually hardening in his jeans.

Talan then caressed and kissed every inch of Cianna’s body as he moved lower to her pussy. She still tasted sweet down there as Talan unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. While Talan tasted Cianna’s nectar, Talan began stroking his cock through his boxers with one hand while his other hand was on her stomach.

Cianna then looked at me and said, “Let me taste your pussy.”

I then positioned myself, placing my pussy onto Cianna’s mouth. I loudly moaned and groaned as she licked my pussy. Her tongue felt so good on my pussy. I felt myself my juices dampening my sugar walls as she licked me again and again. Then, Talan got back and walked around to one side of the bed. He slowly took off his dark gray boxer shorts and freed his nearly hardened cock from them. I gave his cock one long lick before taking it into my mouth. Talan let out a deep, guttural moan as I took my time sucking his cock. His hands ran through my black, silk-like hair while I moaned from Cianna constantly licking my pussy.

After tasting Talan’s cock, I softly kissed Cianna’s lips. Talan had gotten himself ready to get inside Cianna’s pussy. I placed my body on top of hers while Talan opened a condom wrapper and put the condom onto his hard cock. Before getting inside Cianna, Talan gave each of our pussies a few licks.

Then, he slipped his hard condom-covered cock first into Cianna’s pussy. Cianna gasped as she felt Talan’s cock inside her. My breasts and Cianna’s rubbed against each other as I kissed her neck on both sides. Talan thrusted into Cianna deep and hard as I held Cianna close to me. While he was fucking Cianna’s brains out, I felt his fingers rubbing my clit, getting me all nice and wet, which I already was.

“Oh, Talan……ohhhhhh……mmmmmmm.” Cianna constantly moaned and groaned as Talan was still moving in and out of her pussy.

At the same time he’s fucking Cianna with his cock; his fingers were still slipping in and out of my pussy, mutually satisfying the both of us.


Talan and Cianna came together in one last, passionate-filled gasp as Talan slowly took his still condom-covered cock out from her pussy. Cianna then moved to one of side of the bed as Talan was getting ready to pleasure me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he deeply kissed my lips. Cianna watched as Talan kissed every inch of my voluptuous body. As Cianna watched, she began touching herself. She started touching her body; she squeezed one of her breasts with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other hand. I constantly moaned and groaned at the feel of his hands and mouth on my breasts. Cianna then moved on over to the bed and sat behind Talan as he moved lower to my wet chocolate pussy. I loudly gasped as he delivered the first long lick to my pussy while Cianna was on top of Talan, planting licks and kisses up and down his back.


With his cock still hard and Cianna’s body on top of me, Talan slowly slipped his hard, condom-covered cock into my chocolate pussy and I gasped at the feel of him inside me. His hands rested on my hips while Cianna and I squeezed each other’s breasts. Talan thrusted into me deep and fast. Cianna leaned back as she kissed Talan’s lips.

As she kissed him, Cianna said to Talan, “I want you to make her come, baby. Fuck her sweet chocolate pussy.”

Talan fucked my pussy, deeper and faster, making me moan and groan louder than expected. Our collective orgasms were spent within moments. After a few more thrusts, he took his vanilla cock out, removed the condom, and came onto Cianna’s firm, round backside. His vanilla man milk dripped from her backside to my pussy lips. Talan gently rubbed his wet cock onto her backside as Cianna kissed my lips and neck before Talan got to kiss me.

The three of us playing together was great way to end a busy day and a start to a new weekend.

THE END

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Criminal Couture trailer

This is a trailer for my new Denise Fallon story in progress, Criminal Couture

Friday, February 04, 2011

Ambassador's Ecstasy-an IR romantica

I stepped out from my luxury apartment in Morningside Heights, my primary residence, with a suitcase in tow. My chauffer arrived in a black limo about to take me to JFK airport. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Georgina M. Appleton and I’m an US ambassador with the United Nations. I enjoy what I do; I travel the world, address serious global issues, interact with world leaders, and attend many fundraisers and social events.

I love to help make the world a better place for all people. While I enjoy my many humanitarian works, I am also a figure in the New York City social scene. I would be seen at many social parties, cultural events, and galas. My favorite cities are Paris, London, Rome, Milan, Miami, and of course New York City. I live in Morningside Heights, but I also have a place on East 54th Street where I can be closer to the United Nations. Aside from all that, my married life is another story. My husband Quentin of 7 years, a journalism professor at Columbia University, had been wheelchair-bound because of an auto accident a few years. Sometimes, I feel like more like a caretaker than a wife when it comes to him. We had a good sex life before the accident, but now it’s just nonexistent. Quentin had been working very late hours at Columbia. Even though we were both busy, we tried to make time for our relationship. On our last anniversary, we had went to Vermont and stayed at a cozy bed-and-breakfast. Other than problems in the marriage, I had to deal with my family as well. My older sister Jordana, a fitness instructor, had been living with me because she had just escaped a very bad marriage to a former professional football player, who had been abusive and depressed because his career had ended because of injury. I love and adore my sister and all, but she can drive me crazy.

I had just been invited to attend a fancy diplomats’ ball in Washington D.C. and I got my invitation a month ago; I had booked a flight two weeks in advance. Several minutes later, I arrived at JFK airport with my suitcase and carry-all. I went to the Delta Air Lines terminal with my ticket and boarding pass. I got onto the plane and went into the Business Elite section. Once everybody on the plane got into their seats and the flight attendants went over the instructions, the plane was ready for takeoff. I got comfortable on the flat bed seat as I waited on my lunch and drink. I even enjoyed some music courtesy of the noise-cancelling headphones while on my flight. After an hour and 25 minutes, I had arrived in the nation’s capital. I got into my rental car, a silver luxury SUV, and drove over to the Hay-Adams Hotel in Lafayette Square.

Once I checked in, I went into my superior room with a queen bed on the third floor. My room was luxurious and very well-decorated. I then went out to downtown and did some shopping. I had already got my fancy designer gown and shoes for the ball, I just needed a sexy dress and heels for afterwards. Since it was the day before the ball, I decided to go the Red Door Spa for some pampering, so I can look my best for the ball.

While at the spa, I talked to Jordana on my cell phone. She was telling about her day and what she did. After being pampered and relaxed, I went back to my hotel room at Hay-Adams. I talked to Jordana some more on my hotel room phone before having lunch over at Cuban Libre. Being an ambassador and all, traveling the world has its benefits, such as trying new foods, speaking several languages, and interacting with various cultures. My favorite cuisines are Cuban, Mexican, French, Italian, Spanish, Brazilian, Caribbean, and Mediterranean, but I do love my American food.

The next morning which the ball’s hours away, I woke up early to work out with some jogging and yoga before breakfast. I had some delicious breakfast at the Lafayette Room after my workout; then afterwards I took a shower and called Le Salon at Tysons Corner Center for a hair appointment. I usually look more different when I travel on my many humanitarian trips with my hair in a ponytail and plain, comfortable clothes. But when it comes to social and cultural events, I want to look my very best.

Three hours later, with my black shoulder-length hair in a relaxed updo, I went into my hotel room, slipped on my black lingerie and stockings, and put on my gorgeous evening gown. My gown was a teal, strapless, floor-length number with a corset lace-up closure, a full skirt, and a crystal-encrusted bust. Once my gown was on, I then put on my teal, closed toe satin high heels. I spritzed on some perfume on my neck, put on my diamond-and-pearl cluster necklace and diamond earrings, put on some make-up, gathered my teal clutch among my other things, and was already out the door before 7 PM; the ball was at 8 PM. I had called a limousine service and a black stretch limo picked me up from the hotel on my way to the fancy ball.

The ball was at the Washington Convention Center in Downtown D.C. As soon as I got there, the limo driver opened the door for me as I stepped out of the limo, invitation and clutch in hand. Secret Service was on full alert at the convention center to keep terrorists and party crashers away. I showed them my ID and invitation at the front door and they let me in. As soon as I entered the conference center, the host announced my name.

“Now entering Ambassador Georgina Appleton.” The host announced.

There were plenty of diplomats, DC elite, power players, and socialites in attendance. Buffet tables and refreshment stations were at both sides of the center, classical and jazz music ensembles were on the stage entertaining the crowd with music, and tables in a U-shaped formation. I was greeted by fellow diplomats and social scene makers alike, all with my composure intact. I even got compliments from most of the society ladies about my gown and all. I even talked to a few fellow diplomats about many things going on in the world. After talking for a good 45 minutes or so, I was a little parched. So I went to one of the refreshment stations and got myself a glass of sparkling white wine. Then, I went and got myself a few appetizers so I won’t drink on an empty stomach. I sat myself down at a table, took my time nibbling on my snacks, and sipped on some of my sparkling white wine.

Then, I heard a male voice in a British accent speak to me. He said, “Excuse me, Miss. Would you like to dance?”

I looked at him and said, “Yes, I would.”

He was tall and white with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked very handsome in his black and white tuxedo.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Michael St. Christopher.” He introduced himself as he kissed my hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. St. Christopher. My name’s Georgina Appleton.” I said to him as we started dancing to the classical music.

We talked as we danced to the music along with the others on the dance floor. “So tell me, Miss Appleton, what do you do?”

I replied, “I’m an ambassador with the United Nations and I live in New York City. How about you?”

“I’m a barrister from London, I specialize in human rights.” He said to me.

“Fascinating. In my work as an ambassador, I support and work with various causes such as human rights, the environment, global poverty, and worldwide healthcare to name a few.” I said back to him.

“You look very lovely tonight, Miss Appleton.” He said as he smiled at me.

“Thanks, but please call me Georgina. You look handsome yourself, Michael.” I replied.

Michael and I had talked and danced for several minutes. We then sat down at a table so we could talk sitting down. We had talked about a lot of things such as our work, hobbies, home lives, etc. Michael was a good speaker and even better listener. As we talked, I suddenly felt a spark between us, a spark which had died out with my husband for the last couple of months. I loved how Michael had been complimenting me, which was very nice. A few minutes later, we were about to leave.

“As much as I enjoy a lovely ball, I’m ready for some real food. Wanna go somewhere a little more lively?” I said to him.

“Sounds like a great idea.” Michael said as we got up and left the ball together.

“But I have to stop by my hotel room and change clothes.” I said to him as we got into my limo.

We had talked for several minutes as the limo took us to the hotel. A few minutes later, I went into the Hay-Adams hotel and into my room. Michael accompanied me to my room and waited in the living room as I changed. I quickly changed my clothes, shoes, and hair. I hang up my fancy gown and put it in a protective cover, so it won’t get wrinkled.

I stepped out of the bedroom, wearing a black stretch charmeuse strapless short dress with a sweetheart neckline, my shoes black with black satin bows at the vamp, still had my black lace floral stockings on, I wore my hair down, and kept the jewelry on my neck and ears.

“I’m ready.” I said to Michael.

“Wow, you look very gorgeous. Very sexy even.” Michael said to me as we left the hotel with his arm wrapped around my waist.

We got into my limo and went to an upscale seafood restaurant. Michael and I conversed as we dined on steak, lobster, and shrimp and drank red wine. We then went to The Melting Pot for some chocolate fondue for dessert. As we fed each other berries and cheesecake dipped in milk chocolate, I felt his hand softly brushed against my bare thigh.

“I couldn’t help but admire at how lovely you looked tonight, both at the ball and right now.” Michael said as he looked into my deep brown eyes.

“You seem like a very handsome and intelligent Brit yourself, Michael.” I replied as I looked into his eyes.

“Not trying to get into your personal side, but how’s life when you’re not addressing the many issues of the world?” Michael asked me.

“My home life in New York City is very different and crazy. The marriage bed feels cold because my wheelchair-bound husband works late at Columbia University and I travel worldwide. My sister Jordana lives with us because she’s on the verge of divorcing her husband, a now former football player. He’s been abusive to her because of his career-ending injury and not being able to play again. I love both my sister and husband, but they make my life hell. My work is my escape, one of many escapes to be exact.” I said to Michael.

“What are your other escapes?” Michael asked me.

“Beside my work as an ambassador, I like to escape by shopping, eating at restaurants, getting pampered at spas, and giving to charity.” I replied with a smile on my face.

Michael smiled back at me as he sat a little closer to me. “So how about you? What’s your life in London like when you’re not in court?” I asked him as I dipped a pineapple chunk into some chocolate.

“I work as a barrister and I would have a medium to large case load when I’m in my office. In my free time, I like to watch football i.e. soccer and I play rugby from time to time.” Michael said to me.

“Brains and brawns, I like that.” I replied with a smile.

Michael then dipped a piece of pound cake into the chocolate fondue and fed it to me. I softly licked the chocolate from his fingers. I enjoyed the chocolate fondue, but I really enjoyed Michael’s company. After dessert, we went into my limo and drove back to my hotel.

We arrived at my hotel, took the elevator, and went to my room. I looked at Michael and said to him, “Care to join me for a nightcap?”

“Love to.” Michael said as we both went into my hotel room.

We went into the living room as I poured us some cabernet sauvignon into two wine glasses. I joined him onto the living room as we sat on the sofa. We slowly sipped on our wine as we talked and flirted with each other. He softly touched one of my legs and I softly touched his face.

“You’re a lovely woman to be going through some bad things in your life. I admire how you handle them without going off the handle.” Michael said to me.

“When you have a lot to go through like I have, sometimes you just need to escape.” I replied.

Then, Michael slowly moved in close as he gently kissed my lips. I had to admit for a British gent, he can really kiss. He kissed my lips again, only the second kiss was a little deeper than the first. I gently broke the kiss as I took his hand and we walked into my bedroom. I returned his kiss on the lips as I rested my hands onto his back. While we kissed, one of his hands slowly unzipped the back of my dress. I slowly took off his tuxedo jacket, untied his bow tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. Michael then sat me down on the bed as he gently took off my shoes. He softly kissed the tops of my feet up to my ankles. I softly moaned as Michael kissed up my legs as he removed the stockings from them.

He looked into my dark brown eyes and said, “For a smart, worldly woman, you’re also very sexy.”

I ran my hands up and down his masculine, fit body and then replied, “For a barrister who likes to play rugby and soccer, you’re pretty fit and also hot.”

Michael passionately kissed my lips while he gently removed the already unzipped dress from my body. He got a look at my black, 5’6, curvy-in-the-right-place, lace lingerie-clad body. I moaned softly as his hands ran from my shoulders down to my thighs. Michael passionately and deeply kissed my lips as he laid his body on top of me. His kisses had sent shockwaves to my nervous system. It had been a long while since I felt such passion, which I have been missing ever since Quentin was in that car accident. My hands went up and down Michael’s built arms as he kissed my lips some more before moving down to my neck. I arched my back as Michael reached around and unhooked my strapless bra. Once my breasts were freed, he cupped them with his hands. I let out an audible moan as he softly sucked and licked my naturally endowed breasts. I softly stroked his hair as he planted kisses down to my stomach. I anticipated him to go lower to my chocolate womanhood.

As he kissed my stomach, his hands carefully took off my panties. I moaned at the feel of his fingers rubbing against my bare, hairless chocolate pussy. I watched as he licked me downstairs. He had licked me like a cat lapping up milk from the saucer.

“Ohhhhh…..ohhhhhh……mmmmmmm….” I loudly moaned as Michael continued licking me.

He briefly looked into my eyes as he licked me some more. His hands held on to my hips as tasted my wet nectar. It felt so good being pleasured again, especially a hot, British barrister. I nearly came into Michael’s mouth as he pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. Before I got on top of him, I let my hair down and took off my jewelry, placing them on my nightstand. I laid him on his back as I returned his kiss; I planted kisses down from his neck to his fit chest, abs, and stomach. I then took his pants and underwear in smooth sweep. I heard him moan as I delivered the first lick his large English vanilla cock before taking it into my mouth.

As I tasted him, his large, gentle hands stroked my black satin-like hair. After going down on him, I came back up and kissed his lips as I gently guided my wet pussy onto his hard British cock. I rode him deep and slow as I looked at him. His hands stroked up and down my body while I was on top of him. Our loud moans made a sensuous harmony as I bounced up and down his cock some more. Michael wrapped one of his arms around my waist, making the sensation intense.

Then, we had changed positions as I lay on my side and Michael spooned me with his cock entering my pussy. As we moaned and groaned, Michael gently squeezed one of my breasts as he deeply kissed my lips. My sugar walls squeezed his cock with each thrust he made.

“Michael, I want you on top of me. I want to see your sexy body.” I said to him.

Michael positioned himself on top of me and he thrusted into my pussy again. His thrusts were deep and fast. He was turned on by the sight of my body quivering and my breasts bouncing each time his cock entered my pussy. Both of my legs rested at his hips as he went in and out of me. He passionately kissed my lips as he pulled me up close to his body. Michael sat with his knees on my bed as I slid my pussy into his cock, riding him gently. We kissed each other’s lips between breathy moans. I kissed down to his cock, giving it another taste while Michael kissed my lower back while his fingers felt my wet pussy.

I then turned around with my backside facing him. Michael was still sitting on his knees as his cock entered my busy from behind again. His thrusts were deep and fast as he laid his body on top of mine. As he thrusted in and out of my wet pussy, Michael kissed my lips, neck, and shoulders. We moaned and groaned again and again and again as he thrusted into me a little faster. With his cock still inside me, Michael laid on his side causing me to lay on my back. He thrusted in and out of me, fast, deep, and hard. We had a loud, unified orgasm as Michael pulled out and creamed on my stomach while I felt some of his cream dripping from my pussy. Michael deeply kissed my lips while his fingers rubbed my cream-filled pussy, making me moan even louder. We passionately kissed as our passion-perspired bodies rested close to each other.

“So, Miss Appleton, how long is stay in Washington?” Michael asked me.

“Two, maybe three weeks.” I replied.

“I look forward to getting to know more about you, Miss Ambassador Appleton.” He said as he smiled at me.

“Likewise, Mr. St. Christopher.” I said happily as we laid close to each other.

THE END

Thursday, January 20, 2011

PREVIEW: Ambassador's Ecstasy-an IR romantica story

I stepped out from my luxury apartment in Morningside Heights, my primary residence, with a suitcase in tow. My chauffer arrived in a black limo about to take me to JFK airport. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Georgina M. Appleton and I’m an US ambassador with the United Nations. I enjoy what I do; I travel the world, address serious global issues, interact with world leaders, and attend many fundraisers and social events.

I love to help make the world a better place for all people. While I enjoy my many humanitarian works, I am also a figure in the New York City social scene. I would be seen at many social parties, cultural events, and galas. My favorite cities are Paris, London, Rome, Milan, Miami, and of course New York City. I live in Morningside Heights, but I also have a place on East 54th Street where I can be closer to the United Nations. Aside from all that, my married life is another story. My husband Quentin of 7 years, a journalism professor at Columbia University, had been wheelchair-bound because of an auto accident a few years. Sometimes, I feel like more like a caretaker than a wife when it comes to him. We had a good sex life before the accident, but now it’s just nonexistent. Quentin had been working very late hours at Columbia. Even though we were both busy, we tried to make time for our relationship. On our last anniversary, we had went to Vermont and stayed at a cozy bed-and-breakfast. Other than problems in the marriage, I had to deal with my family as well. My older sister Jordana, a fitness instructor, had been living with me because she had just escaped a very bad marriage to a former professional football player, who had been abusive and depressed because his career had ended because of injury. I love and adore my sister and all, but she can drive me crazy.

I had just been invited to attend a fancy diplomats’ ball in Washington D.C. and I got my invitation a month ago; I had booked a flight two weeks in advance. Several minutes later, I arrived at JFK airport with my suitcase and carry-all. I went to the Delta Air Lines terminal with my ticket and boarding pass. I got onto the plane and went into the Business Elite section. Once everybody on the plane got into their seats and the flight attendants went over the instructions, the plane was ready for takeoff. I got comfortable on the flat bed seat as I waited on my lunch and drink. I even enjoyed some music courtesy of the noise-cancelling headphones while on my flight. After an hour and 25 minutes, I had arrived in the nation’s capital. I got into my rental car, a silver luxury SUV, and drove over to the Hay-Adams Hotel in Lafayette Square.

Once I checked in, I went into my superior room with a queen bed on the third floor. My room was luxurious and very well-decorated. I then went out to downtown and did some shopping. I had already got my fancy designer gown and shoes for the ball, I just needed a sexy dress and heels for afterwards. Since it was the day before the ball, I decided to go the Red Door Spa for some pampering, so I can look my best for the ball.

While at the spa, I talked to Jordana on my cell phone. She was telling about her day and what she did. After being pampered and relaxed, I went back to my hotel room at Hay-Adams. I talked to Joanna some more on my hotel room phone before having lunch over at Cuban Libre. Being an ambassador and all, traveling the world has its benefits, such as trying new foods, speaking several languages, and interacting with various cultures. My favorite cuisines are Cuban, Mexican, French, Italian, Spanish, Brazilian, Caribbean, and Mediterranean, but I do love my American food.

The next morning which the ball’s hours away, I woke up early to work out with some jogging and yoga before breakfast. I had some delicious breakfast at the Lafayette Room after my workout; then afterwards I took a shower and called Le Salon at Tysons Corner Center for a hair appointment. I usually look more different when I travel on my humanitarian trips with my hair in a ponytail and plain, comfortable clothes. But when it comes to social and cultural events, I want to look my very best.

Three hours later, with my black shoulder-length hair in a relaxed updo, I went into my hotel room, slipped on my black lingerie and stockings, and put on my gorgeous evening gown. My gown was a teal, strapless, floor-length number with a corset lace-up closure, a full skirt, and a crystal-encrusted bust. Once my gown was on, I then put on my teal, closed toe satin high heels. I spritzed on some perfume on my neck, put on my diamond-and-pearl cluster necklace and diamond earrings, put on some make-up, gathered my teal clutch among my other things, and was already out the door before 7 PM; the ball was at 8 PM. I had called a limousine service and a black stretch limo picked me up from the hotel on my way to the fancy ball.

The ball was at the Washington Convention Center in Downtown D.C. As soon as I got there, the limo driver opened the door for me as I stepped out of the limo, invitation and clutch in hand. Secret Service was on full alert at the convention center to keep terrorists and party crashers away. I showed them my ID and invitation at the front door and they let me in. As soon as I entered the conference center, the host announced my name.

“Now entering Ambassador Georgina Appleton.” The host announced.

There were plenty of diplomats, DC elite, power players, and socialites in attendance. Buffet tables and refreshment stations were at both sides of the center, classical and jazz music ensembles were on the stage entertaining the crowd with music, and tables in a U-shaped formation. I was greeted by fellow diplomats and social scene makers alike, all with my composure intact. I even got compliments from most of the society ladies about my gown and all. I even talked to a few fellow diplomats about many things going on in the world. After talking for a good 45 minutes or so, I was a little parched. So I went to one of the refreshment stations and got myself a glass of sparkling white wine. Then, I went and got myself a few appetizers so I won’t drink on an empty stomach. I sat myself down at a table, took my time nibbling on my snacks, and sipped on some of my sparkling white wine.

Then, I heard a male voice in a British accent speak to me. He said, “Excuse me, Miss. Would you like to dance?”

I looked at him and said, “Yes, I would.”

He was tall and white with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked very handsome in his black and white tuxedo.

“Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Michael St. Christopher.” He introduced himself as he kissed my hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. St. Christopher. My name’s Georgina Appleton.” I said to him as we started dancing to the classical music.

We talked as we danced to the music along with the others on the dance floor. “So tell me, Miss Appleton, what do you do?”

I replied, “I’m an ambassador with the United Nations and I live in New York City. How about you?”

“I’m a barrister from London, I specialize in human rights.” He said to me.

“Fascinating. In my work as an ambassador, I support and work with various causes such as human rights, the environment, global poverty, and worldwide healthcare to name a few.” I said back to him.

“You look very lovely tonight, Miss Appleton.” He said as he smiled at me.

“Thanks, but please call me Georgina. You look handsome yourself, Michael.” I replied.

Michael and I had talked and danced for several minutes. We then sat down at a table so we could talk sitting down. We had talked about a lot of things such as our work, hobbies, home lives, etc. Michael was a good speaker and even better listener. As we talked, I suddenly felt a spark between us, a spark which had died out with my husband for the last couple of months. I loved how Michael had been complimenting me, which was very nice. A few minutes later, we were about to leave.

“As much as I enjoy a lovely ball, I’m ready for some real food. Wanna go somewhere a little more lively?” I said to him.

“Sounds like a great idea.” Michael said as we got up and left the ball together.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Preview: Captain Kevin's Conquest

Captain Kevin was a brave, adventurous, handsome, and strong pirate, but he was also a romantic gentleman. He’s the kind of pirate who’s dashing to the ladies, yet fearsome to many other pirates when it comes to treasure. He was known was “The Seven Seas Thief” because he and his mighty crew would take the treasures before the other crews can get to it.

Beyond him being a pirate, he’s also a very handsome pirate. He was tall with dark green eyes, a goatee, and a tall, fit body. Aside from being a thief, he was also a charming, seductive romancer. He would also seduce and charm widows, maids, and wives while his crew searches the houses for treasures. One day, Captain Kevin and his crew had sailed into Jamaica, where this wealthy war captain named Andrew McVeigh lived in the summers. Captain McVeigh was on a voyage, leaving the house empty and the only person there was their upstairs maid named Kristina.

Kristina was straightening up the bedrooms while downstairs Captain Kevin and his hearty crew quietly sneaked into the house. She heard some noise as she went downstairs to the living room. Just as she was about to scream, Captain Kevin came up to her and silenced her scream with a deep, passionate kiss as he took her hand. They went upstairs to her maid quarters where Captain Kevin introduced himself to her.

“Who are you?” Kristina asked.

“The name’s Captain Kevin also known as “The Seven Seas Thief”.” He said as he kissed Kristina’s hand like a true gentleman.

Kristina felt a tingle between her thighs as she looked into Kevin’s dark green eyes. Her tingle increased as she felt his hand letting down her dark red hair as it fell down to her shoulders.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Custom Made

My name is Alexandra Maria Evangeline Laurence and I love things that sparkle. Even though I came from a wealthy family, we’re also a hard-working family. My mom Lila owned a spa and has her own line of bath and body products, my dad Michael owned and operated a men’s suit shop, my older brother Anthony’s a pro-soccer-star-in-the-making/ physical therapist, and my younger sister Crystal’s studying to be an entrepreneur so she can start her own cosmetics/fragrance company, aspiring to become the next Elizabeth Arden or Estee Lauder. As for myself, I’m an aspiring fashion/jewelry/accessory designer, currently while I work at Saks Fifth Avenue as a sales associate and a cashier at American Eagle Outfitters. You’re probably wondering why a rich girl like me is working two jobs at two clothing stores. You see I go to design school and I make extra money for tuition, books, an apartment, etc. My siblings and I got trust funds which we can’t touch till we’re 30, but we don’t mind that at all because we all got something to work for.

Even though the economy’s shaky, we kept ourselves busy. We also chipped in to help our parents out. Sometimes, they even borrowed money from us. Other than wealth, we also travel and socialize with a lot of people. Not only do we work, earn, and spend, we even participated in charitable events for the community. For example, last October my mom participated in a 5K run for breast cancer awareness. I recently threw an event called “The Haiti Hop”, which was a dance party/benefit that raised money for the people of Haiti affected by the devastating earthquake. I personally believe that fund-raising should be fun.

Today, I went to Sparkle & Shine, a popular jewelry/accessory shop downtown. My BFF Sadie Valeria Portia Darlington, an aspiring MAM (model/actress/mogul), had a birthday coming up in two weeks. I went into the store to make her a custom-made diamond necklace as a gift to her. While I was there, I took a look at the extensive and exquisite selections the store had offered. I looked at a black satin headband with a red rose and decorated with Swarovski crystals. As I looked at the accessories section, I had noticed a banner that said, “We do custom orders!”

I walked up to the front of the jewelry section, looked at the person up front, and said, “Excuse me, I noticed that you do custom orders here at the store.”

A handsome, young, man looked at me and replied, “Why yes we do. Is there something I can make for you, miss?”

“Yes, actually I was wondering if you can make a necklace for my best friend. Her birthday’s in two weeks.” I said to him.

“Sure thing. My name’s David and I’m the jeweler and I’m also the salesperson here.” He said.

“I’m Alexandra, but you can call me Alex.” I said to him.

“So what kind of necklace does your friend like?” David asked me.

“Sadie likes a necklace where she can wear low, like down to her belly button. She also loves colored diamonds and her favorite colors are pink, blue, purple, and yellow.” I replied.

David was this nice and handsome man with short, dark blonde hair and green eyes. “Your best friend has good taste. So what’s her birthstone?” He said.

I replied, “Her birthday’s in March, so her birthstone is aquamarine.”

David smiled at me and said, “Sounds lovely. My birthday’s in September, which makes my birthstone a sapphire. What’s your birthstone?”

“My birthday’s in May, so mine’s an emerald.” I replied.

David then got out his sketch pad and started designing my best friend’s birthday necklace. While he sketched out a design for the necklace, I did a little shopping for myself and got a little something for Crystal too. I got her a four-strand freshwater pearl necklace, a red leather headband with black lace on top, and a three heart-shaped diamond bracelet. I got myself that headband that I first saw, a diamond-and-lace choker necklace, and a sterling silver charm bracelet.

After a couple of minutes, David said to me, “Alex, can you come here for a minute? I want you to check out my design for your friend’s necklace.”

He showed me the design he made for the necklace. The design was a five-strand necklace set in silver and white gold. The first strand had pink diamonds; the second strand had blue diamonds, the third strand had purple diamonds, the fourth strand had yellow diamonds, and the fifth and final strand had aquamarine stones which led to a heart-shaped pendant filled with aquamarine stones. Plus, all five strands were in different lengths. I found it very impressive and amazing.

“That’s amazing, David! I can’t wait to see how it would look once it is all finished.” I said with a smile on my face.

He even showed me the design for the back of the necklace, which had a lobster clasp that’s also adjustable. Then, David started looking into my deep brown eyes.

“I’m seeing a twinkle in your eyes that sparkles like the jewels.” He said to me.

I smiled and blushed at his compliment. He slowly walked up to me and softly kissed my lips. His kisses were warm, soft, and sensual. As we kissed, he placed my Kate Spade bag on a hook at the back of the office door. I got a look at David for a brief moment, not only is he handsome, he’s also tall. I returned his kiss on the lips with a much more passionate one. I slowly unbuttoned his black, royal blue, and gray striped button-down shirt. OMG! He had a body on him! He was ripped in a Taylor Lautner-type way and his skin was smooth to the touch. David then unbuttoned my dark gray striped vest. Once he took off my vest, he placed his hands on my waist. I unbuttoned the buttons on my white button down quarter-sleeved blouse one by one. David slowly made a caress trail from the top of my dark brown-covered head to my curvy waist. I moaned as his lips then moved down to my neck as my hands stroked up and down his frontal body. His hands gently smoothed down the blouse from my body.

He then kneeled to the floor and carefully took off my Nine West heels. After that, David and his hands slowly crawled back up to me. He deeply kissed my lips again as my hands rested on his shoulders. David reached around to the back of my white lace bra and unhooked it. Once my womanly breasts were freed, David cupped them in his hands. He then lowered his mouth onto my breasts, kissing and sucking them. I let out a soft, deep moan as he orally pleasured them. My hands traveled down David’s body, from the tops of the shoulders to his eight-pack abs. David then picked me up and sat me down on the work desk.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my black stretch pants, sliding them off my womanly, hourglass-shaped body. My moans and groans told him how much I was enjoying it. I was in my white satin panties while David was in his jeans. He kneeled in front of me, pushed aside my panties, and slipped two fingers inside my tight pussy. I felt so tight and was gradually getting wet by the minute. After that, he gently spreaded my woman lips. There, his tongue lightly flickered at my pearl between my thighs. He switched between licking it with his tongue and sucking it with his mouth. My moans reached higher and louder as I held his head into place. He just loves to pleasure my girl pearl.

As he orally pleasured me, David briefly looked into my eyes; seeing my arousal face. After he kissed my lips, it was my turn to pleasure him. I took my time taking off his jeans and then his Ralph Lauren boxer briefs. I softly licked his cock before taking him into my mouth. While I tasted him, David let his hand stroke, run through, and play with my waist-length, dark brown hair. His sighs and moans were vocal sounds of ecstasy, meaning he enjoyed it. Once he got hard, David was ready to explore my woman cave. I took out a lubricated condom from my purse and gave it to him. Good thing I carry plenty of condoms in my purse. David opened the condom and put it on his already hardened cock.

Next, he held on to my hips as he slowly and deeply entered me. He thrusted in and out of my pussy while he held me close to his body. I lightly moaned close to his ear. My hands went up and down his back before resting them on firm backside. His thrusts became harder and deeper by the minute. Our bodies rubbed against each other, causing a lustful, pheromone-induced friction between us. Then, he pulled his cock out with the condom still attached to it. I took off a freshwater pearl single strand necklace from my neck, gathered it in my hand, and rubbed it up and down his still hard cock. I briefly watched him moan and smile at the sensation.

Finally, he came and his man milk gushed inside the condom. I looked up and David kissed my lips one more time. We gathered each other’s clothes and got dressed.

“This was beyond fantastic, it was electrifying!” David happily exclaimed.

“I concur completely.” I replied with a smile.

I took my purse from the hook behind the door and we both stepped out of the office.

I asked David, “So will the necklace be ready in time for my friend’s birthday?”

He said, “I’ll have it ready in a couple of days.”

“Great!” I exclaimed happily as I paid for the order with my platinum card, which was approved.

I took out my Blackberry and added David to both my contact list and the invite list.

“I added you to my contact list and expect an invitation in a few days.” I said.

“Thanks, I look forward to it.” He replied as I paid for my other purchases in cash.

As I received my purchases in a glittery silver and black shopping bag, I said to David, “Thanks, David. I’ll see you at the party. I have more errands to do; some of them are party related.”

“Thanks for shopping at Sparkle & Shine! Have a great day and come back soon.” David said happily.

A couple of days later before Sadie’s birthday, my birthday present for Sadie had arrived in the mail by way of a special delivery package. The necklace was in a beautiful black and silver velvet box with a silver satin ribbon in the front. In the same delivery box, there was another black and silver box. This one had a handwritten note card in front of it. On the front, it said “To Alex…” I took the card and read the inside.

The inside of the card said, “I made this emerald-and-diamond necklace and thought of you. Even though emerald is your birthstone, I’m a guy who believes that diamonds are every girl’s best friend. I look forward to seeing you again. Hope you enjoy this lovely token courtesy of me. With love, David.”

I opened up the box and there was a triple strand emerald-and-diamond necklace, which was set in platinum with a magnetic fastener in the back. The strands were in three different lengths with the last strand down to the décolleté area. The necklace also had an emerald butterfly pendant on the last strand. I loved it and looked forward to wearing it at the party. I also couldn’t wait to see Sadie’s reaction to her present at the party as well.

THE END