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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Ecstasy in The Big Easy (FINISHED VERSION)

Jasmine Townsend was in her apartment in Boston when she went on her computer and looked up Louisiana travel websites, mainly New Orleans. She has always wanted to go there because her mother had been there with some of her friends on a trip a couple of months ago. Jasmine had been through some hard times recently. Her boyfriend broke up with her after three years of dating, her mother became very ill with pneumonia and passed away, and had been through a very bad cold. Despite all that, she got over her cold and the boyfriend but still reeling from her mother’s passing. Jasmine needed a getaway from it all, a getaway from nagging, overbearing yet loving friends and family, her stressful yet profitable job as an office assistant at a marketing firm, and the very cold weather. She loves Boston and all, but needed a change of scenery for a couple of days. So she looked up travel and hotel websites to plan her New Orleans getaway. She first went to the New Orleans tourism website and ordered a visitors guide. A week later, Jasmine received her New Orleans visitors guide in the mail and started looking through it. She even wrote a list of hotels she would want to stay in, a list of restaurants she want to dine in, and places she would want to shop. She then checked out a few travel websites to find the right price to book accommodations because she didn’t want to stay at no Holiday Inn, let alone a seedy, budget motel. She planned on staying in New Orleans for one or two weeks. She imagined a lot of things she would do while she was in the Crescent City. She imagined dancing to the beat of New Orleans jazz played by a jazz band walking down Bourbon Street, indulging on jambalaya, gumbo, red beans and rice, beignets and café au lait, po’boys, bananas foster and other delicious dishes, doing some great shopping, staying at a very nice hotel maybe with a lovely view of the city, and maybe even a sexy, passionate, romantic fling with a New Orleans native man. She started creating her own itinerary for her New Orleans adventure, not only that she even added a spa day to her adventure. She has been a spa freak ever since she got a gift certificate to the Bella Sante spa for her birthday, courtesy of her best girl friends Tiana and Drucilla. Jasmine started packing for her trip in advance; she packed her toiletries and cosmetics in plastic zip-up bags, packed all her folded and rolled-up clothes, and packed her shoes. She then called her job and asked for time off, two weeks tops. She went online and then booked a hotel room for two weeks. She picked the Ritz-Carlton New Orleans and booked a one-bedroom suite. Once her reservation was confirmed, Jasmine got a call from her employer and her time off was granted. She printed out the confirmation pages and put them in her purse, along with her cell phone, driver’s license, cash, etc. She then booked a round-trip flight online for tomorrow morning with Delta Air Lines at Logan International Airport. On the same day, she even stopped by the bank and picked up some traveler’s checks. The next morning, Jasmine got up, got dressed, and drove to the airport with her purse and luggage in tow. Before leaving, she left a note for the paperboy and mail carrier, telling them she’ll be gone on vacation and will come back after two weeks. She got her airline tickets and boarding pass at the Delta Air Lines terminal. Her flight was at Gate 16, her flight number is 1462, and it connects to Atlanta for a one hour four minute layover. She made it onto the plane just in time without any incident. On her flight from Boston to New Orleans, Jasmine read her New Orleans visitor’s guide to make the time go by. About five hours later, the plane touched down at Louis Armstrong Airport in New Orleans and Jasmine had arrived. She even stopped by the Alamo kiosk at the airport to pick up her rental car, a platinum metallic Nissan Murano CrossCabriolet with black interior and all the standard features; she didn’t even mind paying extra for the insurance. Once she picked up her rental car, she drove into the city and then arrived at The Ritz-Carlton New Orleans. The hotel looked so amazing that the pictures from the website didn’t do it any justice. She walked up to front desk, confirmed her reservations, and got her room key card. She went into her suite and unpacked her suitcase; she then looked out her window and enjoyed the view of the city. She then got into her rental car and drove over to the French Quarter. For her first stop, Jasmine stopped by the French Market and bought some mixed spices and then went for beignets and café au lait at Café Du Monde. She then thought about where she would go on her first night in the Crescent City while scoping out places for lunch. While having lunch at the Bourbon House, Jasmine looked through her New Orleans visitor’s guide and checked out the nightlife section because they were a few nightclubs she wanted to check out. That early evening, Jasmine went back to her hotel room and got herself ready for a night out on the town. Thankfully, she packed a few sexy evening dresses and an evening bag in her suitcase. She planned her outfits and accessories before taking her shower. After her shower, she sprayed on some Jovan Sexy for Women before getting dressed. She styled her medium-length black hair with her InStyler, put on her long purple one shoulder sweetheart gown with purple satin t-strap heels, applied her makeup, gathered her things, and walked over to Bourbon Heat on 711 Bourbon Street. She first went to the Courtyard Bar & Grill for dinner and a few drinks. She ordered the Dozen Heat Hot Wings with Ranch dressing, Port Fourchon Gumbo-yaya for the main course and two shooters for her drinks: a Chocolate Cake shooter (Pinnacle Whipped, Rum Chata, and Patron XO Cocoa) and a Candy Bar shooter (Patron XO Cocoa and Rum Chata). After dinner and drinks, Jasmine went to Club Bourbon Heat and began dancing to the music being spun by the DJ. She was having a good time on the dance floor, moving her body to the music. She danced for two hours minimum before going back to the bar for a drink; she ordered a V2C (Vanilla Vodka & Vanilla Coca-Cola) with a lime wedge on the edge of her highball glass while she people watched. She took a few small sips of her drink. Then, a tall, white man with dark hair and sparkling blue eyes walked up to the bar and sat on the stool next to Jasmine; he ordered a 3 Wisemen shooter (Jim Beam, Johnny Walker, and Jack Daniels). “Hi.” He said to Jasmine. “Hi.” Jasmine said back. “I’ve never see you around here before.” He said to her. “I’m from out of state, Boston, Massachusetts. My name’s Jasmine Townsend. What’s your name?” Jasmine said to him. “My name’s D’Artagnan Grenier, I’m born and raised here in New Orleans.” He said as he gently took Jasmine’s hand and kissed like a true gentleman. “So, D’Artagnan, what do you do for a living?” Jasmine asked him. “I’m a builder/realtor/architect. Also, I like to rebuild houses for people affected by Katrina in my spare time.” D’Artagnan said to her. “Well, I’m an office assistant at a marketing firm in Boston.” Jasmine replied. “That’s very nice. So what brings you to the Crescent City?” D’Artagnan asked her. “I needed a vacation because I have been through a lot the last couple of days. Illness, death in the family, and a break-up; all the main reasons I desperately needed a vacation.” Jasmine said to D’Artagnan. “Those are some heavy reasons. Not to be nosy, but who in your family had passed away?” D’Artagnan asked her. “My mother, she had been suffering with pneumonia before passing away.” Jasmine responded as she sipped her drink. “I’m so sorry for your loss, my condolences.” D’Artagnan replied sympathetically. “Thanks. I like to propose a toast, here’s to new experiences and getting away from it all.” Jasmine said as she and D’Artagnan clink their glasses together. “Cheers to that.” D’Artagnan replied. Even though their glasses were halfway empty, Jasmine and D’Artagnan paid and tipped the bartender as they left the bar together. They took a stroll down Bourbon Street all the way to Canal Street to the Ritz-Carlton where Jasmine was staying. “So how long are you staying in New Orleans?” D’Artagnan asked Jasmine. “Two weeks, three weeks tops.” Jasmine happily replied. “That’s great. Do you have a cell phone number I can call you with or send you a text message?” D’Artagnan said to her. Jasmine then took out a pen and a sticky note from her purse as she wrote down her cell phone number. She gave D’Artagnan the note once she wrote down her number. “Thanks so much, let me give you my phone numbers.” He responded as he wrote down both his home and cell phone numbers on a piece of paper and gave it to Jasmine. Once she and D’Artagnan have said their goodnights, Jasmine went into the hotel and took the elevator to her room. She had just completed her very first day of her New Orleans vacation, especially because she met a hunky native at a bar on Bourbon Street. The next morning, Jasmine got up, got into her rental car, and drove over to Daisy Duke’s on Chartres Street for breakfast. She then did some shopping, made stops at Laura’s Candies, Macy’s, NOLA Bodycare, Mignon Faget, The Shops at Canal Place, Avery Fine Perfumery, and Fleur de Light Candles. She also did some volunteer work with Green Light New Orleans and booked herself an appointment to Spa Atlantis for much-needed pampering, especially after the busy day she had. While at the spa, she got a call from D’Artagnan. He called to ask her to have dinner, drinks, and dessert with him and Jasmine accepted his invitation. “I made reservations at Brennan’s Restaurant; I’ll pick you up at 7 o’clock.” D’Artagnan said to her. “Splendid. I’ll be at the front of the hotel when I see you.” Jasmine happily replied. Once she returned to her hotel room, Jasmine had a few hours to get herself ready for date with D’Artagnan. She showered, styled, and primped to make sure she looked her best. For her date outfit, she chose a short turquoise beaded dress with a matching shrug and a pair of black mock suede high-heel sandals with jewel detail. Jasmine was all dressed up and ready for her date, all within thirty minutes. With her purse and cell phone in tow, she went downstairs to the hotel lobby and waited for her date’s arrival. D’Artagnan arrived at the hotel at eight o’clock on the dot. He wore a dark blue crewneck sweater with black jeans and shoes; he even got a flower bouquet in his hand. “You look so gorgeous tonight and these are for you.” D’Artagnan said to Jasmine as he gave her the flowers. “Why thank you. You clean up nicely yourself.” Jasmine replied with a smile. Like a gentleman, D’Artagnan held the door for her as they left the hotel lobby. They walked to his car, a silver Toyota Prius, and D’Artagnan even opened the car door for her. They arrived at Brennan’s and were promptly seated to a nice table. “I’m telling you that no New Orleans dining experience is complete without a visit to Brennan’s.” D’Artagnan happily said to her. They first got started on the appetizers; Jasmine had the Creole Onion Soup and D’Artagnan had the Oyster Soup Brennan. After that, they were ready for the main entrees. Jasmine had the Shrimp Scarlett with Andouille while D’Artagnan had the redfish with lump crabmeat Jaime. The two shared a mutual foodgasm by way of the appetizers and entrees. They were then ready for dessert, but instead of sharing one, they had three delectable desserts: the world-famous bananas foster, the divinely decadent chocolate Creole cake, and the bread pudding St. Joan of Arc. D’Artagnan spoon-fed her bananas foster; it was so decadently delicious, especially when she licked the sweet sauce that dripped from her lips. Jasmine in return took her spoon and fed D’Artagnan the chocolate Creole cake. She had both a foodgasm from the delicious food and a touchgasm from the feel of D’Artagnan’s hand softly touching her thigh under the table. The dessert feeding because a sensuous moment as they looked into each other’s eyes. After paying for dinner and dessert, D’Artagnan and Jasmine left the restaurant together in his Prius and went to Maison on Frenchmen Street. Once they got there, they went to the bar, which was on the second level. “I’m just curious. Why were you named D’Artagnan?” Jasmine asked him as she took a small sip of her drink, the Southern Peach, and a large gulp of ice water. “My mom’s a bibliophile who has her own private library. I remember that she gave that name because The Three Musketeers is one of her favorite books growing up, not only that she even had craving of the chocolate bars of the same name when she was pregnant with me. In fact, she named my three other siblings after book characters: my younger sister Roxanne from Cyrano do Bergerac, my older brother Atticus from To Kill a Mockingbird, and my second sister Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Not only does my mom love to read, she is also an English teacher and an aspiring romance novelist. She loves classic books and Harlequin novels; she’s currently working on an erotic romance novel, her very first book, set here in New Orleans.” D’Artagnan replied to Jasmine. “That’s absolutely amazing.” Jasmine happily replied. “I’m not trying to pry into your personal life or anything, but why did you and your boyfriend break up?” D’Artagnan asked Jasmine. “There were a lot of reasons. He was more of a homebody while I like to go out, he was a mooch, he didn’t have his own place, etc. But the very main reason for the break-up was that he cheated on me and I caught him with another woman. I just ended it with him then and there, no drama or crazy antics necessary. All that happened while my mom was in the hospital. I just deleted all his contact information from my cell phone, social networking, and all.” Jasmine replied. “Wow, that’s a lot to go through.” D’Artagnan said as he took a sip of ice water. “All that’s happened in my life is exactly why I needed a New Orleans getaway.” Jasmine said as she drank some more water. Several minutes later, Jasmine and D’Artagnan left the bar together, got into his car, and went back to the hotel. D’Artagnan walked with Jasmine to the hotel lobby and took the elevator to her hotel room. Jasmine looked at D’Artagnan and asked him, “Would you like to come inside?” D’Artagnan accepted her little invitation and followed her into the room. She then took the “Do Not Disturb” sign from behind the door and placed in front of the door. Jasmine made the first move as she gently pulled D’Artagnan close to her body and passionately kissed his lips. D’Artagnan responded by wrapping his arms around her shapely waist, then they went into her bedroom. Once they arrived at the bedroom, D’Artagnan softly kissed up and down one side of Jasmine’s neck before sitting her down on the full-size bed. Jasmine looked into D’Artagnan’s blue eyes and said, “Do you know that you’re my very first post-breakup vacation fling? The reason I said that was because you’re the first guy I’ve met since my breakup.” D’Artagnan smiled and replied, “I’m very honored and flattered.” He then kneeled in front of Jasmine as he gladly took off her shoes and gave her feet a gentle massage. Once the shoes were off, D’Artagnan placed his hands onto Jasmine’s hips as he deeply kissed her lips once more. He asked her, “May I help you take off your dress?” Jasmine replied, “Yes, please.” With that, D’Artagnan carefully took off her dress and laid it on the nearby chair before deeply kissing her lips. Jasmine in return took off D’Artagnan’s black leather jacket and a crewneck sweater that was as blue as his eyes. Jasmine was very tempted by both the feel of his smooth skin and the look of his lean, fit, yet-not-too-muscular body; she even got turned on by the sight of his V-line. D’Artagnan scanned Jasmine’s body with both his hands and his eyes; she was curvy in all the right places, her milk chocolate skin was soft and silky to the touch, her coordinated black lace lingerie fit her body perfectly, and her black medium-length hair shone in the lighting. Jasmine returned his kiss on the lips with more passion as they lay on the bed. D’Artagnan softly kissed on her neck while his hands caressed her skin, which made Jasmine moan in delight. She moaned some more when D’Artagnan unhooked her black bra and orally pleasured her womanly breasts. D’Artagnan kissed his way down to Jasmine’s stomach till he reached the waistband of her black panties. He slowly removed her panties and kissed her knees, legs, and inner thighs. Jasmine gasped as D’Artagnan tasted her chocolate pussy for the first time; she enjoyed the feel of his mouth tasting her woman cave. The only thing that made it more intense and very sexy was D’Artagnan looking at her with his blue fuck-me eyes. Jasmine not only came from him orally pleasuring her, but also from looking at her reflection in his eyes. While he tasted her, D’Artagnan took off his pants and stroked his vanilla cock to get himself ready for her. Just as Jasmine was about to mention condoms, D’Artagnan gladly volunteered and said, “Let me get the condoms, Jasmine.” “They’re in my suitcase.” Jasmine replied. “Thanks.” D’Artagnan said as he kissed her lips. As soon as D’Artagnan retrieved the condoms and returned to the bedroom, he rejoined Jasmine on the bed. Jasmine watched in anticipation as D’Artagnan properly put the condom onto his hardened length. He got on top of Jasmine, pulled her close to him, kissed her lips, and slowly entered her chocolate womanhood. Jasmine gasped as the feel of him entering her with a slow, deep thrust. They looked into each other’s bedroom eyes as D’Artagnan continued delivering deep, slow strokes to her pussy. D’Artagnan kept his focus on Jasmine’s pleasure, never skimping on the foreplay not even during the sex. He slid his hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit in slow circles, all while kissing her both sides of her neck. Jasmine’s moans and groans became intense with each stroke D’Artagnan delivered; he even moaned with her as her sugar walls squeezed his cock each time. Without losing his hold on Jasmine’s body, D’Artagnan rolled over till he was on his back and Jasmine was on top of him. He placed his hands onto her hips as he slid his condom-covered cock into her pussy once more. Jasmine looked into his blue fuck-me eyes while the tempo of his thrusts switched from slow to fast and back again. D’Artagnan reached for a pillow, placed it behind Jasmine’s head so she can be comfortable, and laid her down till he was on top of her again. Jasmine wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrusted into her again. He then took one of Jasmine’s hands and planted soft kisses on it. “Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooooh…” Jasmine moaned loudly. “Oh, oh come for me, Jasmine.” D’Artagnan moaned as they reached the climax. Then, D’Artagnan pulled out, slid the condom off of his cock, and squirted his man milk onto Jasmine’s stomach; some of it even made it between her breasts. But he wasn’t done with her just yet. He softly kissed her inner thighs, held on to her hips, and tasted her pussy again; he wanted to make her come a little more. Jasmine gently played with D’Artagnan’s black hair as he orally pleasured her. After that, D’Artagnan pulled Jasmine close to her and passionately kissed her lips. They laid their lust perspired bodies close to each other while basking in the afterglow. Jasmine said to D’Artagnan, “This has to be the best vacation fling I’ve ever had.” D’Artagnan softly stroked Jasmine’s hair and kissed the top of her head as he said to her, “I can’t wait to go out on another date with you, Jasmine, especially because I enjoy your company both in and out of the bedroom.” Jasmine smiled as she replied, “I would like that a lot. How does tomorrow night sound?” “Sounds so perfect, we can go out for dinner, drinks, dancing, and have romance at my place downtown.” D’Artagnan said as he looked into her eyes and kissed her hand. “I look forward to that and enjoying more of New Orleans on my vacation.” Jasmine said as she kissed him on the lips. THE END

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Preview: All Worked Out-Liam Payne visual/fan fic

(Author's note: This is my very first fan fic involving One Direction) I was working out in my home gym, doing some of my favorite workouts to lift my mood and also to de-stress. I like to do yoga, belly dancing, strip aerobics, Zumba, and walking for 30 minutes on my Treadclimber twice a day; sometimes I like to kickbox whenever I’m in a bad mood and/or have the urge to kick somebody’s ass. I had just finished an hour-long workout of kickboxing, Zumba, and strip aerobics when I heard a knock on the door. I walked up to open the door and there was this tall, shirtless, and slightly sweaty young man with brown eyes and very short dark hair. He had on a pair of red shorts with socks and sneakers and a few tattoos on each arm. “Hi. May I help you?” I asked him. “My name’s Liam. I was wondering if you would like to workout with me.” He said in his British accent. “Sure. I have a gym here in my house. Why don’t you come inside?” I said to him as I let him inside. I then led Liam to my home gym, where he can get out of the blazing hot sun. My home gym was very equipped and was also cool by way of air conditioning. We started our workout with a good 30-minute stretch/warm-up on my purple mat. After that, Liam started doing pull-ups with his TRX and I started on my yoga. I briefly watched Liam as he worked on his pull-ups; I noticed his arms and back muscles working together and flexing, he looked really fit. I then went into the downward facing dog pose where I noticed him checking me out. Once Liam was through with his workout, he then said to me, “I’m going to get some water. Would you like some?” “Yes, thank you. The kitchen’s down the hall to your right.” I replied as I changed yoga positions on my mat. A few minutes later, I had finished my yoga workout and then Liam came back into my home gym with two cold bottles of water. “Here you go.” Liam said to me as he sat next to me on the floor. “Thanks.” I replied with a smile. I took a sip of my cold, refreshing water and then said to Liam, “You’re really fit for a Brit.” Liam lightly laughed as he said, “Why thank you very much. I briefly checked you out doing yoga while I was working on my pull-ups. I bet you’re very flexible.” His compliment made blush a little, I then replied, “I do yoga to relax and calm down when I’m stressed, and also to maintain flexibility.” I watched as Liam took a few sips of his water and some of the drops fell down his fit upper body, especially down to his six-pack abs. In a sudden moment, I softly kissed his lips. Liam and I looked at each other for a brief moment and then he kissed me back. Liam smiled at me and he said, “I didn’t know kissing was a workout.” I giggled and replied, “It’s a fact that kissing does burn calories.” We then kissed each other’s lips some more; I placed my hands onto his chest as we kissed. Liam gently broke the kiss as he spoke, “If this were cardio, I definitely want to keep going with you.” “Keep going then.” I happily urged as we continued making out.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Preview of Kat's Sex Diary: Vegas Fling with Simon & Bianca

(First story in a new series inspired by The Widow) It was the morning of Simon and Bianca’s wedding anniversary. I had packed my suitcase, my new bridesmaid dress and shoes I bought from the Wedded Bliss Bridal Boutique in San Diego, my gift basket for Bianca and Simon, and my purse all into my Altima, locked up my house, and drove to Las Vegas. Halfway there, I drove to the nearest 7-Eleven, loaded up my snack stash, and filled up my gas tank. I finally made it to Las Vegas a few hours later. As soon as I arrived, I drove to the Wynn Hotel & Casino, checked in, got my key card, and had the bellhop carry my bags while I carried my bridesmaid dress and shoes. Once I got into my hotel suite, I tipped the bellhop and unpacked my suitcase. Since I had a few hours to myself before Bianca and Simon’s vow-renewal ceremony, I wanted to get myself ready. I had showered, styled my hair, put on my dress and shoes, and perfectly applied my make-up. The ceremony was at 8 o’clock at The Little White Wedding Chapel; it’s a good thing the three of us have rooms on the same floor. (Simon and Bianca share a room together and my room’s four doors down from theirs.) At 7 o’clock, I met up with Simon at the wedding chapel. He was dressed to the nines in his dark gray Black by Vera Wang tuxedo. “You look very handsome, Simon.” I said to him. “Thanks, you look lovely as well.” Simon said in his sexy British accent. As soon as “Here Comes the Bride” started playing, Bianca entered the chapel with a radiant smile on her face. Her shoulder-length medium-brown hair was in a low ponytail, her veil was down to her waist, and her dress complimented her figure; Bianca had on a white satin strapless mermaid fit-and-flare gown with a draped rhinestone bodice and a crystal-encrusted satin ribbon. I stood beside the couple as they spoke their renewed wedding vows. I had a silent, emotional moment as I held the bridal bouquet, seeing them renew their vows made me think of my wedding with Carl. A single tear fell from my eye; good thing I wore waterproof mascara. My brief moment of sorrow turned into joy when Simon and Bianca finished the ceremony with a passionate kiss. The three of us then went back to the hotel. As soon as Bianca and Simon went back to their room, I went to Freed’s Bakery to pick up a cake, Walgreens for a wedding anniversary card, and to a liquor store to pick up some champagne. I then returned to the hotel, went into my room, signed the card, got the gift basket, and knocked on their door. “Happy anniversary!” I happily exclaimed to Bianca and Simon as I gave them the cake, champagne, card, and gift basket. Just when I was about to go back to my room alone, Bianca then said to me, “Thanks for the lovely gifts. Kat, would you like to celebrate with us?” “Why sure, I would love to.” I replied as Bianca and I walked into her and Simon’s room. “Kat, I’m so glad you could make it for our anniversary and vow-renewal ceremony. Simon and I really looked forward to meeting you in real life, especially after our Skype chats and instant messaging.” Bianca happily said as she offered me a slice of cake and a glass of champagne. Bianca and I sat on the bed while Simon changed clothes in the bathroom. Then, I said to her, “You looked so gorgeous in your wedding dress.” “Why thank you, Kat. I thought you looked lovely in your bridesmaid dress. When Simon and I renewed our vows and kissed, it’s like I fell in love with him all over again. I first met Simon when I was out with a couple of co-workers of mine. I manage a lingerie store, which I still do. My co-workers and I went to this male strip club in Los Angeles called L.A. Body Heat to cheer me up after a bad break-up; Simon’s one of the main male exotic dancers. He first caught my eye where he performed this routine dressed as a plumber and he even got his t-shirt under his costume wet. I was turned on by everything about him. His moves, body, his blue eyes, British accent, etc.” Bianca said as she poured the champagne into two glasses. “Wow, I bet the first very date was as hot as the first look.” I happily said. “I still remember our very first date and very first sexual encounter. It was on a Saturday night; Simon and I had dinner and then took a stroll down Main Street. He then took to me to his place for a nightcap. I wore this dark blue turtleneck sweater, black pencil skirt with a small slit on one side, and dark blue ankle boots. Simon and I started making out on the kitchen counter; he’s really, really good kisser. He took his time pleasuring my body, he never skimps on foreplay. When he found out I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath my skirt, he tasted my pussy like a slowly-melting ice cream cone. Great sex aside, he’s passionate, loving, supportive, handsome, and always there for me.” Bianca said. A few minutes later, Simon came into the bedroom in black silk pajamas. I got a sneak peek of his fit body through his unbuttoned pajama top. I swore he looked super sexy; he would put a soap actor to shame with that body. “I invited Kat to celebrate our anniversary with us. She even brought us a gift basket and everything.” Bianca said as she passed a glass of champagne to Simon. “That’s so nice of you, Kat. Thank you.” Simon replied with smile on his face. “I like to propose a toast to Bianca and Simon on their wedding anniversary. I wish you two many happy returns.” I said as I raised my glass to them. The three of us clink our glasses together and celebrated over champagne and cake. I then watched as Simon and Bianca shared another kiss. I didn’t get all emotional, but I was still happy for the couple. “Have you ever been in a threesome before?” Simon asked me. “To be honest, I’ve never ever been in one.” I nicely replied. I watched as Bianca kissed Simon’s lips as she was about to go to the bathroom and slip into something a little more comfortable. Simon then looked at me with a smile and said, “Wow, Bianca and I glad to see you in person. That was a lovely toast you made. I hope I didn’t offend you when I asked if you’ve had a threesome before, I was just curious.” “Like I said, I’ve never been in a threesome before, not even while I was married to Carl. He was more of a romantic, even in the smallest of gestures. I remember one Valentine’s Day that he made me breakfast in bed, consisted of sausage, scrambled eggs, fruit, orange juice, and three toasted Nutella and banana sandwiches. We feed each other the first two sandwiches and then eat the third one together; we’d even lick the Nutella off each other before having romantic morning sex. I don’t mean to be so emotional on your wedding anniversary; it’s just that I just miss him so much.” I said as I tear up. Simon passed me a tissue and I dabbed the tears before they fall down my face. He assuring said to me, “I’m so sorry about your husband, I’m sure he wants you to be happy.” “Well, I’m glad to be in Las Vegas celebrating you and Bianca’s anniversary.” I said with a slight smile. He gave me a small, sweet hug to console me; I suddenly felt better from that hug. Then, Bianca came back from the bathroom; she wore a red georgette babydoll with a handkerchief hem, a satin ribbon, and a matching g-string. She was as gorgeous as she was in her wedding dress at the ceremony. “Darling, you look just as gorgeous as the first time I met you.” Simon said as he kissed Bianca’s hand. “Thank you, baby.” Bianca said sweetly as she and Simon shared a small, sweet kiss together. I then felt Simon’s lips softly kissing my lips. I thought to myself, He’s a very good kisser. While Simon and I kissed, Bianca had one of her hands softly playing with my hair. I then softly touched his chest with one hand while my other hand rested between me and Bianca. I then turned to Bianca as she softly kissed my lips while Simon planted kisses on the side of my neck. Both Simon and Bianca are great kissers and they both have nice lips.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Original Black Dress Diva-Part Nine

Early Monday morning, I got up and worked out in the living room, using a few workout DVDs. After my morning exercises, I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a good breakfast; consisting of an avocado grapefruit mango fruit bowl, an omelet made with breakfast sausage, cheese, ham, mushrooms, tomatoes and avocado, and a fresh mixed berry (raspberry, strawberry, and blueberry) smoothie with Maca root. Then after cleaning the kitchen and washing the dishes, I showered, got dressed, gathered my guns and bullets, and drove over to the firing range. I practiced shooting with glocks, semi-automatic assault weapons, and even rifles. After nearly three hours of target practice, I went to the gym and worked out some more with my workout classes; I even signed up for the new stiletto workout class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which starts next week. After my workouts, I went home and planned my outfit for tonight’s assignment; I even loaded up my guns and put pepper sprays into my purse. “Note to self: get a concealed weapon carrying purse, one or two mace pepper guns, and a stun gun flashlight with a million volts.” I said to myself. I laid out my outfit on my bed before taking a shower; my outfit consists of a pair of black leather pants, a pair of black stilettos, a black lace hoodie, black satin lace bra and panties, and a black satin underbust corset. I took my shower and got myself dressed and equipped. Then, my cell phone rang. “Hello?” I answered. “Hello, Kat. It’s me, Devin.” A familiar male voice said to me. “Hi, Devin. How are you?” I said to him. “I’m fine, thanks. How was your day?” He said to me. “I’ve been busy all day.” I replied. “Okay, that’s good. I was wondering; if you’re not too busy on Friday, I’d really like to see you again.” Devin said. “Really?” I asked him. “I would love to take you out to dinner, somewhere a little nicer than the Wild White Stallion Saloon. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy meeting you at a biker bar. I was just thinking we could go somewhere a little different and a bit classier.” Devin responded. “Sure, I’d love to go to dinner with you on Friday night. I’ll even wear my classiest, yet sexiest little black dress.” I replied to him. “I can’t wait. See you Friday night, Kat.” Devin said to me. “Great, see you on Friday, Devin. Bye.” I said as I hung up my cell phone. I then got myself perfumed, dressed, equipped, and accessorized all before 8:30. Thirty minutes later, DeMarcus and McKayla arrived at the front my house in his black Nissan Pathfinder as soon as I locked the front door. The three of us drove to the location of our assignment, the corner of Fairfield & Tanner over in Oakland. “Good thing, I got a new deck of playing cards and a new bottle of C by Courvoisier Cognac. I want to impress them with my card playing skills.” DeMarcus said to me and McKayla. “Does everyone have their weapons ready?” I asked them both. “Our guns are loaded and I brought extra strength pepper spray in case anyone tries to get fresh with us.” McKayla replied. The three of us arrived at a black and gray painted small house, judging from the paint job the occupants must be members of the Raider Nation. A tall, slim black fellow opened the door for us and said, “Glad you could make it to the card game.” We looked around the house which had a bunch of dudes and a few ladies, drinking in red Solo cups, hip-hop music blaring through the stereo, and a bunch of folks were shooting dice or playing Madden 11 on the XBOX in the living room, some were even high. We went into the kitchen with the poker table all set up. DeMarcus was nice of us to the pull out the chairs for me and McKayla. “I got the cards and the cognac. Let’s play, I’ll deal.” DeMarcus said to the other men. “The game’s called Five Card Stud and the joker’s wild.” He added as he dealt the cards to everyone including McKayla and me. The poker game went on for about three hours, most of the other party guests wither home or got a designated driver to take them home. “I see your twenty and I raise you forty.” One of the players said to DeMarcus as he tossed forty dollars. “I see your forty and raise you eighty.” DeMarcus replied as he tossed in eighty dollars. “I see your eighty and raise you two-twenty. What’s in your cards? I got two aces.” The same player said to DeMarcus. “Well, I got a full house. Read them and weep, suckers!” DeMarcus said as he threw down his cards and took all the cash. Some of the other players were frustrated that they lost their money on the first poker game. When it was time to start a new game, I was asked to cut the cards and I did just that. “Okay, everyone new game. It’s called Queen’s Bounty; the queen takes down the knights and kidnaps the king.” I said as I dealt the cards to all the players. Once all the players got their cards, I quietly scanned the entire table and even noticed a few bluffers by way of their body language. I then asked them, “Anyone got anything to place a wager?” “I raise you my watch, lady.” One of the players said to me. “I see your watch and raise you five hundred dollars.” I said to the player as I tossed the cash onto the table “I see you five hundred and raise your eight hundred.” He said. “Eight hundred dollars is pocket change.” I slyly said to the player before looking at my necklace. “I see your eight hundred and raise you my rings.” I said as I tossed my necklace with both my wedding and engagement rings attached onto the table. Some of the other players whispered and whistled, saying that it’s too rich for their blood and whatnot. One player was trying to flirt with McKayla, but she wasn’t studying him. “Keep your rings, lady. I got a rule against taking valuables when it comes to card games.” He said to me. “Honorable. What’s in your cards?” I asked him. “Four aces. How about you, ma’am?” He said as he showed his cards. I looked at my cards twice and then I said, “Royal flush.” I then took the money and took back my necklace with my rings. Then, McKayla, DeMarcus, and I gathered everything. Just as we were about to leave, the sound of guns being cocked was made. DeMarcus then said, “Are you guys thirsty? The reason I asked is because the Courvoisier hasn’t been opened. I hate to waste good brown liquor, but….” With that being said, DeMarcus took the bottle, smashed on one of the guy’s heads, and then pistol whipped them several times until he wasn’t moving. McKayla and I took out our guns and shot the other men as they got closer. One guy tried to grab McKayla’s hand, but she whooped his ass with the Krav Maga. I sprayed two guys with the pepper spray before blasting them with the semi-automatic assault weapon, shooting them each two times. Once the assignment was done, McKayla, DeMarcus, and I took the cash and all their jewelry. DeMarcus gathered all the shell casings so he can destroy them while I took the picture from my cell phone and sent it to Kwan and the others. We got into his car and drove off to my house. The three of us went into the living room and waited on a text message from Kwan and the others. A few minutes later, I received a text message from the Elite League. It said: “Good work, the three of you! Your checks are in the mail.” After that, I deleted the picture from my cell phone. “I say we did pretty well on the job.” I said to DeMarcus and McKayla. I then gave DeMarcus the bag with the jewelry while I counted up the cash and split it three ways between us. “I agree. I’ll drop off the jewelry to Marissa for safekeeping. I even told her of a good pawn shop that buys all kinds of jewelry, especially if they’re old. I’ll see you ladies another time, good night.” DeMarcus said as he left my house. I then called for a taxi so McKayla can go home. We talked for a couple of minutes; we even talked about having another workout day together. Thirty minutes later, the taxi cab arrived at the front of my house, I opened the taxi door for her, she told the driver her address, and I offered to pay for the taxi and added a tip. I took a shower and changed into my pajamas. An hour later, I got text messages from both McKayla and DeMarcus saying they made it to their homes without any incident. After that, I went to bed because I’m going house hunting tomorrow. The next morning, I got up, had breakfast, cleaned up, and got myself ready to go to the open house over in Orange County, which consists of several neighborhoods such as Laguna Beach, Newport Beach, etc. I wore my blue black hair in a low ponytail and put on a pretty scarfband; my outfit consisted of a white short-sleeved button-down blouse and black stretch pants. As soon as I got dressed and gathered my keys, I locked the door, got into the Porsche Boxster, and drove over to Orange County. Once I got there, I saw both a Coldwell Banker sign with an “Open House” sign on top that led me to this gorgeous, spacious, two-story, 3,500-square foot oceanfront house in Newport Beach on the boardwalk. I parked the Boxster at the front of the house and then walked up to the front door. I knocked on the door and I was greeted by a handsome man. He was a tall, white man with short blonde hair and deep brown eyes, wearing a two-piece Ralph Lauren Black Label solid suit with sharp black shoes, a light blue-and-white tailored-fit striped shirt (also from Ralph Lauren), a solid black satin pocket square, and a navy-and-white striped tie. “Why good morning, I was told you’re having an open house today.” I said to him. “Yes, I am. It looks like you’re my very first visitor. I am Grayson Brighton and I’m the realtor for the open house.” He said as he let me in the house. I was enticed by the scent of the ocean, judging by both an open window in the living room and a few beach-scented votive candles on the kitchen table surrounding a large centerpiece. “Whenever I plan an open house to potential buyers, I want to draw them to the house with the right scents. One time, I had an open house in Huntington Beach and this house had citrus trees in the backyard. So what I did was take one citrus fruit from each of the trees, cut them in half, and placed them in a fruit bowl. The 20,000-square foot house was in a gated community and I had a lot of visitors and potential buyers that day. Next thing you know, I made a sale and profit within the next week.” Grayson said to me. “It smells very nice in here, like I’m on the beach.” I said to him. “I got these scented soy candles from a neighbor’s candle shop here in town. These came in three scents: ocean mist, beach breeze, and sea petals. Plus, the centerpiece in the middle is a large glass jar filled with sand and seashells from the beach.” He said. “That is amazing.” I replied with a smile. “All details aside, let’s get started with the tour of the house.” He happily said. With that being said, Grayson showed me around the house. We looked at the four bedrooms and bathrooms, a half-bathroom, the additional office/den, the gourmet kitchen, family room, living room, a three car garage, and dining room. In each of the rooms, there’s a view of the ocean that is just so breathtaking. The house even has a private patio, a spa, a fireplace, and foliage. It looked like I have found my first candidate for my new place. “So what you think of the house?” Grayson asked as he charmingly smiled at me. “This place plus the ocean views is just so beautiful! I’m considering buying a house for myself, being widowed and all.” I said to him. “Sorry for your loss and everything, but it sounds like you have a good plan for starting a new life.” He said. “A new place for me is part of my new beginning, I’ll figure out the rest as I go. How much is this house?” I replied. “It’s over six million dollars, six million two-hundred thousand dollars to be exact.” He said. “Wow, that’s high. Anyways, thank you for the lovely tour and everything. I wouldn’t want to keep the other potential buyers waiting.” I replied while avoiding sticker shock. “Before you go, I forgot to ask for your name.” Grayson said as I was about to leave. “My name’s Kat, it’s short for Katherine.” I said to him as I came back. “If you’re not too busy tonight, Kat, I would like to invite you to a dinner date at my place. When I’m not busy selling houses, I like to cook in my spare time.” He said to me. “I’d love to join you for dinner.” I happily replied. “Great! Here’s my business card, my home phone number and address are on the back. If you’re ever in the market for a new house, feel free to call me or check out the Coldwell Banker website. I’ll see you tonight at 8 o’clock.” Grayson said as he walked me to my car. Once I got into the Boxster, I then made a fashion run over to the Crystal Cove Promenade to get myself a date night-worthy outfit. After my shopping spree, I went home, changed into my gym clothes, took my gym bag, and went to the gym to workout. I went back home to get myself ready for my dinner date with Grayson. With only five hours before my date, I looked through my closet for the perfect shoes and my jewelry box for the perfect accessories. I already got the perfect black dress to wear which I bought at the Crystal Cover Promenade; it’s a short black cocktail dress with one long sheer sleeve and an asymmetrical neckline. I picked out my black lace ankle boots for my shoes and a silver angel wing bracelet for my jewelry.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Original Black Dress Diva-Part Eight

I planned my outfit right down to my shoes and accessories. I even took the time and wrote down the newest entry to my sex diary titled “Brendan: The Sexy Saint”. I even stopped by the mailbox and got my courier-delivered envelope from the Elite League, along with the rest of the mail. I opened the envelope and then opened the smaller envelope that had my $25,000 check plus a five-thousand dollar bonus. I put them in my messenger bag so that way I can put them in the bank on Monday. After that, I showered and put on some perfume. For a perfume to wear for girls’ night out, I went with Radiance by Britney Spears. As for my outfit, I went with a cobalt blue lace mini dress, a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple satin demi bra and panties, a pair of indigo blue stiletto heels, and a silver necklace with a rose pendant. At 8 p.m., Jetta, McKayla, Marissa, and Annaliesa arrived at my house, wearing their hottest outfits for girls’ night. McKayla wore a purple short-sleeved button-down blouse that showed off her toned arms with a black zip-up vest, a black satin pencil skirt that showed off her toned legs, a skinny magenta belt, a black fedora with a purple satin ribbon, an amethyst-and-diamond necklace, and blue violet rounded toe platform heels. Jetta wore a turquoise baby doll top with stonewash denim capri-length pants and turquoise flats; she even wore matching eye shadow and a turquoise and silver necklace that looked like something from a Southwest jewelry sale on QVC. Annaliesa had on gold sequined one-shoulder dress with gold butterfly earrings, and gold Jimmy Choo heels. Marissa wore a red satin strapless dress with a ruby necklace and red satin wraparound heels. “You girls look so gorgeous! Especially you, McKayla. Love the hat, too!” I said to them. “Thanks, you look stunning yourself.” McKayla replied as she tipped her hat to me. “So what do you have planned for our girls’ night out?” Annaliesa asked me. “First, we’ll have dinner at Asada Laguna Beach. Then, go dancing at Villa Sorriso in Pasadena. Finally, we go back to Laguna Beach for dessert at Dolce Gelato.” I replied. All the girls were very excited about the agenda that I originally planned with Clarissa, but since they had other plans, I wasn’t going to let girls’ night out be a waste. Luckily, I had my sister-in-law and my three Elite League female friends to go out with. I even appointed Annaliesa as the designated driver. The five of us got into the Phantom and drove over to Laguna Beach. Once we arrived, we went to Asada Laguna Beach and dined on delicious Mexican food. “Are any of you girls available tomorrow? I asked because my best friend Clarissa and I originally planned on having what I called a 6S Saturday, which is salon, spa, shopping, snacks, sleepover, and sunshine.” I said to them. “All that sounds great and everything, but I have a project that’s due on Monday. I thank you for asking me.” Annaliesa replied. “I’d love to go, but I might work late on Saturdays and I’m a lot busier on Sundays. Thanks for asking though.” McKayla replied. “I’m free.” Jetta said happily. “Count me in.” Marissa said excitedly. After eating Mexican food for dinner, we all went to Villa Sorriso over in Pasadena for a night of dancing. Not only did we dance, we also had one drink each and I even flirted with a few guys while on the dance floor. We then drove back to Laguna Beach and had homemade gelato at Dolce Gelato. “So what plans do you have for this 6S Saturday?” Jetta asked me as she dipped her spoon into her cup of vanilla bean gelato. “Spending the whole Saturday over at Fashion Island on Newport Beach. Maybe even have a sleepover at a nearby hotel.” I replied as I took a scoop of Oreo cookie gelato. “I’ve always wanted to go there. I hear they also have a movie theatre that serves wine and really good food.” Marissa said. “We must definitely catch a movie at that theatre. At least, they’ll have something new aside from the usual move theatre concession fare, not that there’s anything wrong with popcorn, candy, and a cold soda.” I agreed. After we ate our gelato, we got into the Phantom and drove back to my house in Fair Oaks. I had a great time with the girls that night. Annaliesa, Jetta, Marissa, and McKayla each went home in their cars after we exchanged goodnights and goodbyes. I looked forward to seeing Jetta and Marissa on Saturday. I then went online and Skyped with Simon and Bianca; we talked about the upcoming vow renewal ceremony. I even showed them the dress I would wear to the ceremony. I couldn’t wait to see them in person just like they can’t wait to see me in person. I could just imagine the fun I would have with them in Las Vegas. Saturday morning, I woke up, had a fresh fruit smoothie with Maca root, exercised, deposited my twenty-five thousand dollar check and five-thousand dollar bonus into my bank account, and got myself ready for a girls’ day out with Jetta and Marissa. I even made my bed and thought about having a yard sale next week so I could sell all of Carl’s clothes and things; all that and donate Carl’s Explorer to Goodwill. I got into the E-Class, picked up Marissa in Anaheim, picked up Jetta in Santa Barbara, and drove over to Newport Beach. Once we got there, we went to Fashion Island. “Wow! This place is so amazing!” Jetta happily exclaimed. “Does your mom have a birthday coming up?” I asked Jetta. “Why yes, her birthday’s next week.” She said to me. “Cool, so what do you and your family do to celebrate her birthday?” I asked. “Well, my mom’s originally from Denmark and since my little brother Hans, little sister Helena and I are born here in California, which makes us Danish-American. My siblings, father, and I would fix her breakfast in bed and take her to Solvang, which makes her feel like she’s back home in Copenhagen with all those windmills and Dutch-style buildings but she really loves America just as much. She speaks very good English and works as an interior designer. Afterwards, my dad would take her out for a date night. They’ve been married for nearly twenty years and are very much in love. My dad’s manages an office supply store, in case you’re wondering. Last year, I got my mom a pair of wooden clogs and even painted them myself. She loves to wear them on her days off; she’s a good clog dancer. This year, I want to get something very special. ” Jetta replied. Solvang is a city that was discovered 1911 by three Danish-American educators and is thirty-five miles north of Santa Barbara. Jetta even told about the Danish bakeries they have in Solvang that have bakeries with very yummy treats and her grandma on her mother’s side even taught her how to make pancake balls stuffed with raspberry jam and covered in powdered sugar, which they call aebleskiver. I even thought of getting a few gifts for Jetta’s mom as well, along with a few things for myself and the house while out with the girls. We also went to Heavenly Couture, BeachCandy Swimwear, B. Candy, and the Crystal Cove Promenade while in Newport Beach. After nearly a whole day of shopping, we went to The Alley Restaurant & Bar for dinner and then went to Casey’s Cupcakes for dessert. The three of us split a dozen cupcakes (four for the each of us); the dozen came in three flavors of four: decadent milk chocolate, sassy strawberry, and vivacious vanilla. “So have you booked a hotel room for the sleepover?” Jetta asked me. “No, I haven’t gotten the chance to do that. Why do you ask?” I said to Jetta. “I have to plan my mom’s birthday party with my dad and little siblings tomorrow. Plus, I haven’t brought my overnight bag, nothing personal.” Jetta replied. “Oh, no worries. I have to visit my mother-in-law in San Diego tomorrow; she’s having a get together with her friends and all.” I happily replied. “I have to visit family back in Las Vegas tomorrow as well.” Marissa replied. “It’s no problem, maybe some other time then?” I said to them. “Yeah, but we all had a great time today.” Jetta said. It was early in the evening and I dropped off Marissa and Jetta at their houses; then I made a quick stop at BevMo! in Folsom and bought some wine before I went home. As soon as I got into the house, I emptied my shopping bags and put up everything. After that, I called my mother-in-law and told her I’m coming to the get together at her house tomorrow. The two dozen cupcakes I bought from Enjoy Cupcakes in Santa Barbara were still moist and fresh, perfect for the get together. I took a warm shower, slipped into some comfortable pajamas, and then had an online cyber sex session with Simon and Bianca. I went into my room and planned my outfit for tomorrow’s get together with my mother-in-law. My cell phone vibrated and I received a text message; it was from Kwan. The message said: “Monday night, 9 PM, on the corner Fairfield & Tanner. Pay out: $50,000. More details coming soon.” I replied to the message saying, “I accept.” After that, I checked out messages from Jetta and Marissa, thanking me for a great time today. I then called Clarissa and the others about my girls’ day with Jetta and Marissa, giving them all the details. I also treated myself to an at-home pedicure and foot treatment consisted of soaking and scrubbing my feet, clipping and trimming my toenails, dipping them in paraffin wax, rubbing them with good peppermint-scented foot lotion, and covering them with soft aloe-enriched socks. The next morning, I got up early, prayed, exercised, tidied up, and got myself ready to go to my mother-in-law’s house in San Diego. For my outfit, I went with a blush crepe bustier dress with off-white rose print, full black satin lining, side bones, a black elasticized waistband and back panels, and zip fastening in the back; for my shoes and accessories, I went with the blush pink Charlotte Olympia silk and mesh pumps with almond open toe, buckle fastening straps and Swarovski-crystal embellished tulle pompoms, a Miu Miu Swarovski and faux pearl choker, a pearl bracelet with a flower clasp I got from Neiman Marcus yesterday, and a crystal bag shaped like a flower basket. I put my hair up in chic low ponytail secured by a rhinestone flower-shaped ponytail holder. Once I got my things ready, I put the two boxes with twenty-four (twelve in each box) cupcakes I bought from Enjoy Cupcakes in the backseat of my Altima. Both sets of cupcakes were custom-ordered; each of the dozens had twelve flavors. The first dozen had wine-flavored cupcakes and the flavors were caramel pinot, mimosa, orange creamscicle chardonnay, white sangria, raspberry mascarpone chardonnay, bubbly strawberry champagne, lemon lime meringue chardonnay, pineapple strawberry chardonnay, honey grapefruit chardonnay, lemon mint chardonnay (mojito), chocolate blackberry syrah, and citrus sauvignon blanc. The other box of a dozen cupcakes had four sets of three flavors: triple chocolate mousse, white & dark chocolate s’mores, and vanilla caramel latte. Also, I put three bottles of wine (a bottle of merlot, a bottle of chardonnay, and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon) in my wine bag in the backseat. I got into my Altima and drove over to San Diego. After I made the long drive, I finally arrived at my in-laws’ house. William and Jessica’s house was a palatial mansion in the Fairbanks Highlands subdivision with amazing views of the California Coast; it had five bedrooms, six baths, a gourmet kitchen, etc. I got out of the car, took out the cupcakes and wine from the backseat, and rang the doorbell. “Katherine, I’m so happy to see you. Please come in.” Jessica greeted me with a big smile. “I hope you don’t mind, I bought wine and cupcakes for the get-together.” I said to her. “I’m glad you bought them. William had gathered all the men and took them to the country club for golf.” Jessica said as we went into the kitchen where I put the cupcakes and wine on the counter. My mother-in-law and I went into the living room where there were a lot of women in their flowery, pretty dresses and shoes. “Ladies, I want to introduce you to my daughter-in-law Katherine.” Jessica said to the other women. “Hello, ladies.” I kindly said to the other women with a smile on my face. “Katherine has also bought some wine and cupcakes, which are in the kitchen.” Jessica said to them. While Jessica went into the kitchen and got all the food set up, I started mingling and introducing myself to all of her friends. There were cougars, MILFs, divorcees, soccer moms, trophy wives, single ladies, and a couple of widows at the party; all that plus some of them bought their grown daughters along. They’re not just wives and/or mothers, they’re entrepreneurs, businesswomen, executives, doctors, teachers, lawyers, etc. I told everyone about my brief life as both a married woman and expectant mom. They hugged, advised, and consoled me; even the other widows supported me. “Hear me when I say this. Just because your married life has ended, it doesn’t mean that everything else in your life should end.” A tall, redheaded woman named Yolanda said to me. “Well, I’ve been going out and meeting new people lately. I got myself a motorcycle license, went to a biker bar, been working out, and also went to the beach.” I said to Yolanda. “That’s good to hear.” Yolanda replied. “When my husband Paul and I had divorced, I went back to school and paid for it using the divorce settlement. Before I went back to school, I thought about my interests and dreams, what I like do to, and researched careers online based on my interests. So I applied to the Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising in Long Beach and studied jewelry design. I’m saying find your dreams and go for them!” a short-haired brunette named Millie said to me. “Also, don’t forget to take time for yourself. Because when I had lost my husband Edmond in a car wreck, I was under a lot of distress. Aside from planning my husband’s funeral, I had to deal with beneficiary business, his family, my family, etc. Every twice a month, I like to treat myself to a spa day and I must give you a list of my favorite spas to go to.” A champagne blonde named Paulina told me. Once Jessica came back to the living room and served up the food, she served it on platters on the living room table. Everyone, including me, socialized as we snacked when the doorbell rang. Jessica opened the door and there was a dark brown-haired woman wearing a green Michael Kors stretch wool-crepe knee-length dress with matching green Charlotte Olympia crepe de chine platform sandals. “Piper, how are you? Please come in.” Jessica said as she let in the house. Piper Newburg is a Palm Springs socialite/spa owner. She owns four spas around Palm Springs, two of them are salons/spas. One of the spas she owns which I have heard of was called Pampered To A Pulp. This spa has all sorts of beauty treatments made from fruits and superfoods such as avocado and coconut hair mask, lemon cleanser, carrot facial mask, to name a few. The spa even offers avocado beauty treatments (hair, skin, and body), which are very popular during the California Avocado Festival and when avocados are in season. “It’s official! My divorce from Adam is done and I’m now a free woman. I’m going to celebrate by having a very big divorce party.” Piper said to everyone. Jessica then introduced me to Piper as I munched on snacks and sipped chardonnay. We exchanged former wife stories; Piper tells me about her now ex-husband’s affair with a co-worker at his job (Adam works at a financial firm in Orange County) and I told her about my less-than-five-year marriage and my brief stint as a mother-to-be. In an instant, we became friends. “Katherine, do you know any good party planners that can help me with planning my divorce party?” Piper asked me. “Why yes I do. My best friend Clarissa Bailey is not only a really good party planner; she’s also my very best friend. Let me give you her phone number, so you can call her. Plus, I know a good caterer who can fix the food and a stationery shop where you can create the invitations.” I said to Piper as I took out my cell phone, wrote Clarissa’s work number and the other numbers on a blank piece of paper. “Thanks so much for your help, Katherine. Here are my business cards for my spas, feel free to call me when you need a spa day.” Piper said to me with a toothpaste commercial-perfect smile. That Sunday, I made plenty of new friends, socialized, added more phone numbers to my cell phone, and had a good time all in one day; I even chatted with a woman named Orabella Greenwood, who is a flight attendant at Delta Air Lines and has a side job as a Slumber Parties consultant. I told her I thought about being a Slumber Parties consultant which would not only give me financial freedom, but also as another way to keep myself busy. Orabella gave me her card with her home and cell phone numbers. “If ever you need to order a few things, just give me a call.” The five-foot-seven, auburn-haired woman said to me. After nearly an entire day of socializing, I happily hugged and greeted my mother-in-law goodbye before going home to Fair Oaks. I then drove over to nearest Applebee’s and had dinner there by myself; I had a light breakfast this morning and I was ready for dinner. Once I was seated by the hostess, I then checked my cell phone for text messages from the Elite League. I got a message from Kwan about my assignment for tomorrow night. The message said I have to team up with DeMarcus and McKayla. It also helps to have knowledge and skills of poker and Texas Hold ‘Em since there would be card games at that house, which is perfect to me since I know a relative who plays a lot of card games and plays mostly for money. Once the waiter arrived, I ordered the mango iced tea for my drink, the steak quesadilla towers for my appetizer, and the shrimp and parmesan sirloin for my main course. As soon as my order was taken, I got out a notepad and a pen from my purse. I started writing down my interests and dreams for potential careers while sipping on my mango iced tea, I had been thinking about what I would do as part of my fresh start in life. A few minutes later, my appetizer had arrived at my table and I took my time eating it. I only half of my main entrée and I then ordered the triple chocolate meltdown for dessert; I ate only the ice cream part of my dessert. I told the waiter that I needed two to-go boxes for my food and asked for the check. I paid the check after packing up my food into the to-go boxes and leaving a big tip for the waiter. I then went home with my food; I then went online to research occupations based on my interests as soon as I put my to-go boxes into the refrigerator. I sat at my computer, looked at my list, and research career options. On my list of interests were shopping, fashion, clothes, books, spas, and food. I took out another piece of paper, I wrote a sub list under each of my interests. For example, I wrote shoes, lingerie, jewelry, and clothes under my “Fashion” list. As I looked up Google and Bing for each career opportunity based on my interests on internet browser window, I also checked my email in case I hear from Simon and Bianca about Las Vegas. I got so much on my mind right now, especially my assignment for tomorrow. On the back of the same sheet of paper, I wrote down another list, this time it was about the careers that based on my interests. After an hour or two, I took a break from research and looked into my purse. I then found a card I had gotten from one of the women I met at my mother-in-law’s get-together; it was a business card for a real estate agent who works at Coldwell Banker and has an office in Orange County. A woman in her early 30s named Carminda Gonzalez, a legal secretary at a law firm in Irvine, gave me the card because she bought herself a new house from that agent. Like me, she was a first-time widow; she had lost her first husband last year to multiple sclerosis; she temporary stayed at a short-term apartment five months after she buried her husband. The card even had his name and the company logo on the left and his office and cell phone numbers on the right; the name on the card said Grayson Brighton. Carminda even told that there’s an open house on Tuesday; I even thought about getting myself a new place for quite some time, especially since it’s part of my plan for a new beginning. I was definitely going to that open house on Tuesday, but tomorrow I got some business to take care of first.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Scent of Desire (FINISHED VERSION)

Isabella Carver is a beautiful, smart, single, and brilliant chemist at Rowdy Rouge Cosmetics. She takes pride in making the best-selling and the best-smelling fragrances for the company. She got an eye for detail and a nose for scents, given that she has an excellent sense of smell. Ever time she creates a new perfume for the company, she gets excited. She loves to be around the many flowers, spices, and food-inspired scents, combining the scents, and creating the top, middle, and bottom notes for each fragrance. She anticipated creating Rowdy Rouge’s latest and newest fragrance. The bosses/siblings, Elizabeth Helena and Chanel Stella Rose, had asked Isabella to create a unisex for a famous couple with a male chemist. Isabella has already created the women’s fragrance. They even had someone to create the men’s fragrance, a fellow male chemist named Tyler Arrington. Tyler develops scents for the men’s fragrances. Elizabeth Helena told her about the couple, socialite/lingerie designer and model Melanie Olivia Smith and male model/actor/part-time exotic dancer Alexander Greene, wanted the unisex fragrance to be sexy, seductive, and enticing with a hint of romance and pleasure. “Isabella, how would feel about creating a unisex fragrance with Tyler?” Elizabeth Helena asked her. “I’m so thrilled!” Isabella happily replied as she contained herself. “Good to hear! Here is a sample of the men’s fragrance Tyler created.” Elizabeth Helena said as she handed Isabella one of the vials of the men’s fragrance. Isabella gently opened the vial and gave it a smell. The top notes had a mix of musk, leather, and sandalwood, the middle notes had cinnamon and ginger, and the bottom notes had warm cognac mixed with sensual woods and pheromones. “Wow, this men’s fragrance is complex yet pleasing to the nose. Great stuff right there.” Isabella replied. “What do you have for the women’s fragrance?” Chanel Stella asked Isabella. Isabella took out one of the vials of the women’s fragrance which she created a week in advance and gave it to the bosses/sisters. “The top notes have vanilla, jasmine, and sandalwood, the middle notes have roses, amber, strawberries, and champagne, and the bottom notes have pheromones mixed with honey, caramel, and chocolate.” Isabella explained to the bosses as they each dabbed their wrists with a drop of the fragrance. Chanel Stella and Elizabeth Helena each took a smell of the perfume once it dried on their wrists. “So what do you two think?” Isabella asked nervously. “This women’s fragrance just smells so delicious!” Elizabeth Helena exclaimed happily. “All those notes had me thinking about many different indulgent desserts all in one; it definitely has a man-catching, seductive vibe to it. You did great work on it, Isabella. We look forward to see and smell what you and Tyler created for the unisex fragrance.” Chanel Stella said to Isabella. “I’m on it!” Isabella said excitedly as she headed back to the laboratory. Isabella put on her white lab coat and got the lab ready for creating the unisex fragrance. She gathered some flowers, fruit, and everything else on the metal table. She then heard a young, male voice behind her as he said, “Excuse me, Miss Carver?” “Yes?” Isabella responded as she turned around to look at him. “I’m Tyler. Tyler Arrington. I was asked to create a unisex fragrance with you for Melanie and Alexander.” He said. Isabella got a good look at Tyler. He was 5’8; he had short dark brown hair and soulful chocolate brown eyes. He had on an olive green long-sleeved t-shirt with black pants and shoes underneath his white lab coat. “Why, yes. In fact, I got a sniff your men’s fragrance that you created for Alexander and it smelled sexy in a manly manner.” Isabella replied. “Thanks so much, Miss Carver.” Tyler said to her. “You’re welcome and also please call me Isabella.” Isabella replied. “Do have a vial of the women’s fragrance that you created for Melanie?” Tyler asked her. “Yes, I do.” Isabella replied as she offered a vial to Tyler. Isabella watched Tyler gently opened the vial and gave it a smell. He actually loved it and then said, “It smells decadent like a dessert cart at a fancy restaurant and the sandalwood and jasmine gave it a seductive feel to it.” “I totally agree. Maybe if we mixed together the women’s and men’s fragrances together, it would create a unisex scent.” Isabella replied. “That’s a great idea, Isabella!” Tyler happily exclaimed. “I have another idea. You and I could test the fragrances to see if they work with our body chemistries. I’ll test the women’s and you test the men’s.” Isabella added. “I definitely like how you think.” Tyler said to her as he flashed a smile at her. With that being said, Isabella dabbed some of the women’s fragrance on the left side of her neck and Tyler dabbed the men’s fragrance on the right side of his neck. They both waited a few seconds to let the fragrances dry on their skins and stood a few feet from each other. After a few seconds, they smell the fragrances on each other. Isabella smelled the men’s fragrance on Tyler’s neck while Tyler smelled the women’s fragrance on hers. “Your men’s fragrance had a musky scent when it comes to the dry down. It makes me think of riding on the back of a motorcycle with a sexy, leather jacket wearing man.” Isabella said to Tyler as she smelled his neck. “And your women’s scent has a decadent, indulgent scent like that of a rich, fudge brownie topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce when it comes to the dry down.” Tyler replied after he smelled Isabella’s neck. The two chemists put both vials of the fragrances into a large glass beaker; they each took a sniff of the combined unisex scent. They loved it but they feel that something was missing, not sure what it was. Isabella then walked up close to Tyler, once their body chemistries agreed with the scents. They smelled each other’s necks again, only closer. Then, Tyler softly kissed her on the lips while Isabella placed her hands on his face. They briefly broke the kiss to catch their breaths. “You smell so good.” Tyler said to Isabella as he inhaled her scent “You do too.” Isabella replied to Tyler as she inhaled his scent. With those words being said, Isabella returned Tyler’s kiss on the lips. She then wrapped her arms around his neck as Tyler rested his hands on her lower back. Tyler slowly removed Isabella’s lab coat before removing his lab coat and hung them up on the coat rack. Tyler returned to Isabella and deeply kissed her lips. As they kissed, Isabella placed one hand on the back of Tyler’s head and her other hand on his upper back. Tyler softly kissed both sides of Isabella’s neck as he took his time unbuttoning a few buttons on her dark grey button down short sleeve shirt. He briefly stopped and carefully took off both her safety glasses and her light blue metallic framed glasses. He placed them by the sink so they won’t be damaged. Tyler then looked into her deep brown eyes and became enchanted by her beauty. Isabella took the hem of Tyler’s shirt and took it off of him. She became aroused by Tyler’s fit and tight physique. He had strong, toned arms, a firm chest, and very ripped abs. “My, you got a really hot body.” Isabella said to Tyler as she scanned his body with her eyes. “Thanks. I like to work out when I’m not at the lab. I do cross fit, cardio, weights, squats, and play different kinds of sports.” Tyler replied. “Looks, body, brawn, and brains, I like that in a guy. It’s like you’re part nerd, part jock, and part hottie mixed together.” Isabella said as she smiled at him. Tyler then finished unbuttoning Isabella’s button shirt and unzipped the back of her black pencil skirt. He was turned on, not only by her beautiful, brilliant mind but also by her body, which was curvy in all the right places with an hourglass frame. He gently took down the black ponytail holder and let down Isabella’s hair, which was down to her shoulders and had tight, big candy curls at the ends. He scanned her body with his eyes and even noticed the mint green balcony padded underwire bra and matching panties with a lace waistband. “For a minute, I thought you moonlight as a model. But you’re like every man’s dream come true, you got brains, beauty, brilliance, and booty all-in-one.” Tyler said in awe of Isabella’s beauty and everything else. “Why thank you, Tyler.” Isabella replied. “I don’t mean to be forward, but are the bra and panties from Melanie’s lingerie line?” Tyler asked her. “Yes, they are. I guess you can say I’m a fan.” Isabella said as she sexily walked up to Tyler and kissed him on the lips. Tyler kissed both sides of her neck while his hands caressed up and down Isabella’s body. He took her hand and kissed it as he led her to a room next to the lab, a private lounge where co-workers come to relax and have lunch and there’s a large, luxuriously comfortable red couch. Tyler and Isabella relaxed on the couch as he kissed her lips again; he even helped Isabella take off her black stiletto heels and rubbed both of her feet. After her feet were rubbed, Isabella became very relaxed; she then sighed as Tyler made a trail of kisses from the tops of her feet up to her legs. Isabella softly moaned as Tyler softly kissed and licked her belly and did the same to the tops of her breasts. Tyler then reached around and unhooked her bra. Once Isabella’s breasts were freed, Tyler took his time orally pleasuring them; licking, kissing, and softly sucking on them, made her moan in sheer delight. After he pleasured her breasts, Tyler kissed Isabella’s lips again. He slowly removed the panties from Isabella’s waist. He gently rubbed the outside of Isabella’s lust canal; she was moist from his touches and kisses. Isabella let a long moan as Tyler slid two of his fingers into her lust canal; her body quivered in response. Her moans and groans turned intense when Tyler licked her clit while fingering her pussy. After that, he knelt in front of Isabella and tasted her wetness. He then unbuckled his pants and stroked his cock inside his briefs while going down on her; he took his time tasting her wetness, savoring her like she was a decadent dessert. “Ohhhh, ohhhh Tyler….” Isabella loudly moaned again and again as she softly played his dark brown hair. Tyler got himself hard stroking his cock in his hand as he licked her pussy till she was nice and wet and he was nice and hard. He kissed her inner thighs before he kissed her lips once more. “Do have any…?” Isabella asked him. “I have it. Let me get that.” Tyler said as he went into the lab and got a small plastic bag with condoms and wipes from his lab coat pocket. He got out a condom from his little bag, tore open the foil wrapper, returned to the lounge, and properly put it on his hardened cock. After that, he held Isabella in his arms and looked into her deep brown eyes as he slowly entered his cock into her pussy. Isabella deeply moaned at the feel of him inside her; Tyler kissed both sides of her neck as he went in and out of her pussy. His thrusts gradually increased without losing his hold on Isabella’s body; he even rubbed her clit, which made her orgasms more intense yet pleasurable. Their bodies quivered and rubbed against each other, every nerve ending they have burned with pleasure. Their moans and groans created a sexual harmony as their bodies perspired with lust; Isabella felt a few drops of Tyler’s sweat onto her body. They then switched positions as Tyler lay on the sofa on his side and Isabella did the same. Tyler slid his cock into her pussy as they reached climax together. As soon as Isabella came, Tyler took himself out, removed the condom, and spilled his man milk onto Isabella’s stomach. They shared a deep, passionate kiss and then Isabella said to Tyler, “I think I know just what this fragrance needs.” She then got up and took Tyler’s hand. Once they made it back to the lab, Isabella took a small piece of cloth and rubbed the lust-induced perspiration from both of their bodies. From there, she squeezed the drops from the cloth into the fragrance. She mixed it up and they both took a smell. The fragrance was perfectly mixed; she and Tyler put the newly mixed fragrance into small vials and have them ready for the bosses; they cleaned themselves up, put their clothes back on, and went home for the night separately. The next day, Isabella and Tyler gave the vials of the unisex scent to Elizabeth Helena and Chanel Stella. They smelled the scent and it was approved. The same day, the chemists and the bosses met with Melanie and Alexander. Melanie Olivia looked like a redheaded version of Kate Upton and Alexander was like a younger, yet equally fit version of Channing Tatum. Melanie and Alexander took a sniff of the unisex fragrance and their noses approved. “So what should we call the desired unisex scent?” Elizabeth asked Melanie. “Hmmm…desire. How about Desirable?” Isabella suggested to everyone. “Desirable…I love it!” Melanie replied. “Me too. We should also call it Desirable for both the men’s and women’s fragrances as well as the unisex fragrance.” Alexander added. With the scent being a success, Elizabeth and Chanel got to work discussing promotions, bottle designs, social media, and print/television ad campaigns with Melanie and Alexander. “Excellent work, Isabella and Tyler. Can you two work together again for the bath and body sets for Desirable?” Chanel asked the chemists. “Absolutely, we’ll work together on it first thing tomorrow!” Isabella happily exclaimed. “Great work!” Elizabeth happily said. As soon as Tyler and Isabella left Elizabeth and Chanel’s office, the chemists privately congratulated each other with a hug and a kiss in the hallway. “Can I take you out to dinner to celebrate?” Tyler asked Isabella with a smile on his perfect face. “I would love to go and celebrate with you.” Isabella replied. “We should create more unisex fragrances together.” Tyler said to her. “I agree!” Isabella happily exclaimed. When they were in the lab together yesterday, Tyler and Isabella discovered that scent can be a very power attractant, especially when it comes to perfume. THE END

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Preview: Scent of Desire

Isabella Carver is a beautiful, smart, and brilliant chemist at Rowdy Rouge Cosmetics. She takes pride in making the best-selling and the best-smelling fragrances for the company. She got an eye for detail and a nose for scents, given that she has an excellent sense of smell. Ever time she creates a new perfume for the company, she gets excited. She loves to be around the many flowers, spices, and food-inspired scents, combining the scents, and creating the top, middle, and bottom notes for each fragrance. She anticipated creating Rowdy Rouge’s latest and newest fragrance. The bosses/siblings, Elizabeth Helena and Chanel Stella Rose, had asked Isabella to create a unisex for a famous couple with a male chemist. Isabella has already created the women’s fragrance. They even had someone to create the men’s fragrance, a fellow male chemist named Tyler Arrington. Tyler develops scents for the men’s fragrances. Elizabeth Helena told her about the couple, socialite/lingerie designer and model Melanie Olivia Smith and male model/actor/part-time exotic dancer Alexander Greene, wanted the unisex fragrance to be sexy, seductive, and enticing with a hint of romance and pleasure. “Isabella, how would feel about creating a unisex fragrance with Tyler?” Elizabeth Helena asked her. “I’m so thrilled!” Isabella happily replied as she contained herself. “Good to hear! Here is a sample of the men’s fragrance Tyler created.” Elizabeth Helena said as she handed Isabella one of the vials of the men’s fragrance. Isabella gently opened the vial and gave it a smell. The top notes had a mix of musk, leather, and sandalwood, the middle notes had cinnamon and ginger, and the bottom notes had warm cognac mixed with sensual woods and pheromones. “Wow, this men’s fragrance is complex yet pleasing to the nose. Great stuff right there.” Isabella replied. “What do you have for the women’s fragrance?” Chanel Stella asked Isabella. Isabella took out one of the vials of the women’s fragrance which she created a week in advance and gave it to the bosses/sisters. “The top notes have vanilla, jasmine, and sandalwood, the middle notes have roses, amber, strawberries, and champagne, and the bottom notes have pheromones mixed with honey, caramel, and chocolate.” Isabella explained to the bosses as they each dabbed their wrists with a drop of the fragrance. Chanel Stella and Elizabeth Helena each took a smell of the perfume once it dried on their wrists. “So what do you two think?” Isabella asked nervously. “This women’s fragrance just smells so delicious!” Elizabeth Helena exclaimed happily. “All those notes had me thinking about many different indulgent desserts all in one; it definitely has a man-catching, seductive vibe to it. You did great work on it, Isabella. We look forward to see and smell what you and Tyler created for the unisex fragrance.” Chanel Stella said to Isabella. “I’m on it!” Isabella said excitedly as she headed back to the laboratory. Isabella put on her white lab coat and got the lab ready for creating the unisex fragrance. She gathered some flowers, fruit, and everything else on the metal table. She then heard a young, male voice behind her as he said, “Excuse me, Miss Carver?” “Yes?” Isabella responded as she turned around to look at him. “I’m Tyler. Tyler Arrington. I was asked to create a unisex fragrance with you for Melanie and Alexander.” He said. Isabella got a good look at Tyler. He was 5’8; he had short dark brown hair and soulful chocolate brown eyes. He had on an olive green long-sleeved t-shirt with black pants and shoes underneath his white lab coat. “Why, yes. In fact, I got a sniff your men’s fragrance that you created for Alexander and it smelled sexy in a manly manner.” Isabella replied. “Thanks so much, Miss Carver.” Tyler said to her. “You’re welcome and also please call me Isabella.” Isabella replied. “Do have a vial of the women’s fragrance that you created for Melanie?” Tyler asked her. “Yes, I do.” Isabella replied as she offered a vial to Tyler. Isabella watched Tyler gently opened the vial and gave it a smell. He actually loved it and then said, “It smells decadent like a dessert cart at a fancy restaurant and the sandalwood and jasmine gave it a seductive feel to it.” “I totally agree. Maybe if we mixed together the women’s and men’s fragrances together, it would create a unisex scent.” Isabella replied. “That’s a great idea, Isabella!” Tyler happily exclaimed. “I have another idea. You and I could test the fragrances to see if they work with our body chemistries. I’ll test the women’s and you test the men’s.” Isabella added. “I definitely like how you think.” Tyler said to her as he flashed a smile at her. With that being said, Isabella dabbed some of the women’s fragrance on the left side of her neck and Tyler dabbed the men’s fragrance on the right side of his neck. They both waited a few seconds to let the fragrances dry on their skins and stood a few feet from each other. After a few seconds, they smell the fragrances on each other. Isabella smelled the men’s fragrance on Tyler’s neck while Tyler smelled the women’s fragrance on hers. “Your men’s fragrance had a musky scent when it comes to the dry down. It makes me think of riding on the back of a motorcycle with a sexy, leather jacket wearing man.” Isabella said to Tyler as she smelled his neck. “And your women’s scent has a decadent, indulgent scent like that of a rich, fudge brownie topped with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce when it comes to the dry down.” Tyler replied after he smelled Isabella’s neck. The two chemists put both vials of the fragrances into a large glass beaker; they each took a sniff of the combined unisex scent. They loved it but they feel that something was missing, not sure what it was. Isabella then walked up close to Tyler, once their body chemistries agreed with the scents. They smelled each other’s necks again, only closer. Then, Tyler softly kissed her on the lips while Isabella placed her hands on his face. They briefly broke the kiss to catch their breaths. “You smell so good.” Tyler said to Isabella as he inhaled her scent “You do too.” Isabella replied to Tyler as she inhaled his scent. With those words being said, Isabella returned Tyler’s kiss on the lips. She then wrapped her arms around his neck as Tyler rested his hands on her lower back. Tyler slowly removed Isabella’s lab coat before removing his lab coat and hung them up on the coat rack. Tyler returned to Isabella and deeply kissed her lips. As they kissed, Isabella placed one hand on the back of Tyler’s head and her other hand on his upper back. Tyler softly kissed both sides of Isabella’s neck as he took his time unbuttoning a few buttons on her dark grey button down short sleeve shirt. He briefly stopped and carefully took off both her safety glasses and her light blue metallic framed glasses. He placed them by the sink so they won’t be damaged. Tyler then looked into her deep brown eyes and became enchanted by her beauty. Isabella took the hem of Tyler’s shirt and took it off of him. She became aroused by Tyler’s fit and tight physique. He had strong, toned arms, a firm chest, and very ripped abs. “My, you got a really hot body.” Isabella said to Tyler as she scanned his body with her eyes. “Thanks. I like to work out when I’m not at the lab. I do cross fit, cardio, weights, squats, and play different kinds of sports.” Tyler replied. “Looks, body, brawn, and brains, I like that in a guy. It’s like you’re part nerd, part jock, and part hottie mixed together.” Isabella said as she smiled at him. Tyler then finished unbuttoning Isabella’s button shirt and unzipped the back of her black pencil skirt. He was turned on, not only by her beautiful, brilliant mind but also by her body, which was curvy in all the right places with an hourglass frame. He gently took down the black ponytail holder and let down Isabella’s hair, which was down to her shoulders and had tight, big candy curls at the ends. He scanned her body with his eyes and even noticed the mint green balcony padded underwire bra and matching panties with a lace waistband. “For a minute, I thought you moonlight as a model. But you’re like every man’s dream come true, you got brains, beauty, brilliance, and booty all-in-one.” Tyler said in awe of Isabella’s beauty and everything else. “Why thank you, Tyler.” Isabella replied. “I don’t mean to be forward, but are the bra and panties from Melanie’s lingerie line?” Tyler asked her. “Yes, they are. I guess you can say I’m a fan.” Isabella said as she sexily walked up to Tyler and kissed him on the lips. Tyler kissed both sides of her neck while his hands caressed up and down Isabella’s body. He took her hand and kissed it as he led her to a room next to the lab, a private lounge where co-workers come to relax and have lunch and there’s a large, luxuriously comfortable red couch. Tyler and Isabella relaxed on the couch as he kissed her lips again; he even helped Isabella take off her black stiletto heels and rubbed both of her feet. After her feet were rubbed, Isabella became very relaxed; she then sighed as Tyler made a trail of kisses from the tops of her feet up to her legs. Isabella softly moaned as Tyler softly kissed and licked her belly and did the same to the tops of her breasts. Tyler then reached around and unhooked her bra. Once Isabella’s breasts were freed, Tyler took his time orally pleasuring them; licking, kissing, and softly sucking on them, made her moan in sheer delight. After he pleasured her breasts, Tyler kissed Isabella’s lips again. He slowly removed the panties from Isabella’s waist. He gently rubbed the outside of Isabella’s lust canal; she was moist from his touches and kisses. Isabella let a long moan as Tyler slid two of his fingers into her lust canal; her body quivered in response. Her moans and groans turned intense when Tyler licked her clit while fingering her pussy. After that, he knelt in front of Isabella and tasted her wetness. He then unbuckled his pants and stroked his cock inside his briefs while going down on her; he took his time tasting her wetness, savoring her like she was a decadent dessert. “Ohhhh, ohhhh Tyler….” Isabella loudly moaned again and again as she softly played his dark brown hair.

Preview: Ecstasy in The Big Easy

Jasmine Townsend was in her apartment in Boston when she went on her computer and looked up Louisiana travel websites, mainly New Orleans. She has always wanted to go there because her mother had been there with some of her friends on a trip a couple of months ago. Jasmine had been through some hard times recently. Her boyfriend broke up with her after three years of dating, her mother became very ill with pneumonia and passed away, and had been through a very bad cold. Despite all that, she got over her cold and the boyfriend but still reeling from her mother’s passing. Jasmine needed a getaway from it all, a getaway from nagging, overbearing yet loving friends and family, her stressful yet profitable job as an office assistant at a marketing firm, and the very cold weather. She loves Boston and all, but needed a change of scenery for a couple of days. So she looked up travel and hotel websites to plan her New Orleans getaway. She first went to the New Orleans tourism website and ordered a visitors guide. A week later, Jasmine received her New Orleans visitors guide in the mail and started looking through it. She even wrote a list of hotels she would want to stay in, a list of restaurants she want to dine in, and places she would want to shop. She then checked out a few travel websites to find the right price to book accommodations because she didn’t want to stay at no Holiday Inn, let alone a seedy, budget motel. She planned on staying in New Orleans for one or two weeks. She imagined a lot of things she would do while she was in the Crescent City. She imagined dancing to the beat of New Orleans jazz played by a jazz band walking down Bourbon Street, indulging on jambalaya, gumbo, red beans and rice, beignets and café au lait, po’boys, bananas foster and other delicious dishes, doing some great shopping, staying at a very nice hotel maybe with a lovely view of the city, and maybe even a sexy, passionate, romantic fling with a New Orleans native man. She started creating her own itinerary for her New Orleans adventure, not only that she even added a spa day to her adventure. She has been a spa freak ever since she got a gift certificate to a spa here in Boston for her birthday, courtesy of her best girl friends Tiana and Drucilla. Jasmine started packing for her trip in advance; she packed her toiletries and cosmetics in plastic zip-up bags, packed all her folded and rolled-up clothes, and packed her shoes. She then called her job and asked for time off, two weeks tops. She went online and then booked a hotel room for two weeks. She picked the Ritz-Carlton New Orleans and booked a one-bedroom suite. Once her reservation was confirmed, Jasmine got a call from her employer and her time off was granted. She printed out the confirmation pages and put them in her purse, along with her cell phone, driver’s license, cash, etc. She then booked a flight for tomorrow morning with Delta Air Lines at the Boston Airport also online. On the same day, she even stopped by the bank and picked up some traveler’s checks. The next morning, Jasmine got up, got dressed, and drove to the airport with her purse and luggage in tow. Before leaving, she left a note for the paperboy and mail carrier, telling them she’ll be gone on vacation and will come back after two weeks. She got her airline tickets and boarding pass at the Delta Air Lines terminal. Her flight was at Gate 16 and her flight number 642. She made it onto the plane just in time without any incident.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

My review of S.E.C.R.E.T. by L. Marie Adeline

S.E.C.R.E.T. (Secret, #1)S.E.C.R.E.T. by L. Marie Adeline
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved this book from start to finish!! It was exciting and I love that the main heroine gets to experience all her sexual fantasies and become a member of a secret underground society for women! I also like the story takes place in New Orleans. Kudos to the authoress of this novel, I'm officially a fan! I can't wait to read it again, that and maybe the next book!

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Friday, February 08, 2013

Original Black Dress Diva-Part Seven

The next morning, I took a drive to over to Los Angeles for a day out. I first did some lingerie shopping at two of my favorite shops: Trashy Lingerie and Frederick’s of Hollywood. I feel confident when I have some new lingerie to wear; I even bought some boots while I was at Frederick’s. I then stopped for lunch at one of L.A.’s many food trucks and went to Sprinkles Cupcakes for dessert. Then, I went to the local farmer’s market for some very fresh fruit (strawberries, bananas, blueberries, raspberries, mangoes, passion fruit, oranges, limes, lemons, grapefruits, and peaches). After that, I went to a health food store and bought some Maca root powder along with some vitamins. While at the health food store, I read a couple of text messages I have received on my cell phone. The first ones I’ve read were from the Elite League; they told me about the targets, directions to the Drummond House, what to bring to my assignment, and descriptions of the targets’ cars. The other text messages I got were from Diana, Naomi, Holly, and Andrea, telling me that they couldn’t make it to Girls’ Night on Friday because of work, family, etc. Plus, Clarissa couldn’t make it either because she had to plan a party for a client. The last text message I got was from my mother-in-law, inviting me to a get-together with her friends next Sunday. I replied telling her I would be there. After my day out in sunny Los Angeles, I went back home to Fair Oaks, changed clothes, and went over to the Wild White Stallion Saloon on my Harley. I parked my Harley up front and went inside the biker bar. I greeted a few patrons as I sat at a table. “Can I sit with you?” a familiar voice asked me. “Hi, Devin.” I said to him. “So how are you?” Devin asked me. “I’ve been busy as usual. And you?” I replied. “Same here. I wanted to know something about your marriage to Carl.” Devin said. “Carl and I had a very good marriage; we were married for less than five years. We got along with each other’s parents and Carl just adored my dad. I admired his mother and younger sister.” I replied. “Last time you and I met, you told me about your messy divorce. What was that all about?” I said. “I was married to my wife Emily for almost six years. Her family can’t stand me; they never liked me because of my employment and also my motorcycle hobby. We tried to work things out, but nothing worked. We’ve had blowups big and small; I mean, there was one time that both of our families got involved in a fight that was both physical and verbal.” Devin replied. “Yikes!” I exclaimed. “I know, but luckily the police haven’t been called.” Devin added with a slight smile on his face. “So what was Emily like?” I asked him. “When I first met Emily, she was a medical student, studying nursing at St. John’s University. We dated and as soon as she graduated, got married. She had clocked long hours at the hospital, as in 70-80 hours a week. She still works there. Our divorce got messy when our parents got involved, my mom called Emily a busybody who didn’t make time for me and her dad called me biker wannabe without a steady job. My mother even blamed Emily’s job for our marriage being strained. The end result was irreconcilable differences and Emily was generous enough to offer me financial support, though her mom thinks I don’t deserve any to begin with.” Devin replied. After talking to Devin, we went outside and I showed him my motorcycle. Devin looked at my Harley and said, “That’s a very awesome motorcycle you got there.” “Thanks, it was Carl’s custom-made Harley-Davidson. But lately, I’ve been riding it since I got my motorcycle license.” I replied. “Awesome.” Devin said to me. “Would you like to go on ride with me?” I asked Devin. “Love to, but I got something to do tomorrow. But I’ll still be in town.” Devin replied. “I’ll be seeing you.” I said as I hopped onto my Harley, put on my helmet, and rode on back home. I needed my rest for tomorrow night would be my busiest night. Thursday morning, I packed my little kit for my assignment that night. My kit included a digital camera, two guns, ammo, a memory card, and a box cutter. I even planned my outfit for the night, including my black veil. I was all set. That morning, I fixed myself a mango-peach smoothie with a special ingredient: Maca root powder. I read somewhere that Maca root can increase stamina, boost libido, and has aphrodisiac effects. Once I finished my smoothie, I went out and drove over to Santa Barbara, which is very scenic, charming, and enchanting all in one. I also loved how the south-faced beaches make the city feel so balmy, all the reason to drive the Rolls Royce Phantom drop head coupe and feel the wind in my hair. While at Santa Barbara, I made a stop at Enjoy Cupcakes and picked up two dozen cupcakes for the get-together at my mother-in-law’s house next Sunday. I even texted my mother-in-law that I’ll bring dessert and she replied, “Great! Can’t wait to see you on Sunday.” I also got myself a four-pack of cupcakes. An hour later, I returned home to Fair Oaks. I went online and checked out the Coldwell-Banker website. I then opened two new tabs on the same window, I checked on the ReMax website on one tab and Apartments.com on the other tab. I looked at those websites because I thought about getting myself a new place, maybe even sell the house, give the money back to the in-laws, and move to another city. While online, I got an e-mail from Simon. He told me that he and Bianca have finalized the accommodations for the for their vow renewal ceremony. They booked a honeymoon suite at the Wynn Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas and also have the ceremony at The Little White Wedding Chapel. I replied saying: “I look forward to Vegas! Plus, I already got my bridesmaid’s dress and everything. I’ll book my reservations ASAP!” After I sent Simon an e-mail, I went to Expedia.com and booked a hotel room at the Wynn Hotel & Casino on the week before Simon and Bianca’s wedding anniversary. I showered and got dressed for my first-ever assignment as a member of the Elite League. I wore a black leather jacket, a black lace padded bra and matching lace panties, black leather pants, and black motorcycle boots. I put on my black veil, took my kit, and got my black leather gloves as I headed out the door. At 8:05 PM, a black Cadillac Escalade came up to the front of my house. I opened the passenger door and got into the car. In the SUV, all of the Elite League was there. “Kat, you definitely looked dressed to kill.” McKayla said to me. “Thanks.” I replied. “Are you ready for your first assignment?” Kwan asked me. “I’m ready, yet I’m a little nervous.” I said to him as I put on my gloves and loaded both of my guns with the ammo. “It’s normal to be a little nervous. Just maintain focus and you’ll be alright.” Kwan responded on our way to the Drummond House. Jetta even entered the coordinates into the car’s GPS. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the front of the Drummond House. “Okay, first thing you do is slash all their tires. Then, you go into the house, pour something in their drinks that would knock them out. Next, you shoot them and also take any jewelry that they have. Finally, take some pictures and leave the house.” DeMarcus explained to me. “Got it.” I replied as I put the memory card into my digital camera. “Good luck.” Prentice said to me as I stepped out of the Escalade. I got out my box cutter and slashed all sixteen tires of the targets’ cars. I then went into the house by way of the open back door. I got into the kitchen where I saw four clean drinking glasses: two whiskey glasses, an old fashioned glass, and a snifter. I looked into the liquor cabinet and got four different bottles. I poured some Hennessy in the snifter, Jameson whiskey in one of the whiskey glasses, some Jack Daniels in the other whiskey glass, and Johnnie Walker Red in the old-fashioned glass. I quietly went into the bathroom, got some rubbing alcohol and liquid melatonin, I poured both into the drinks using a dropper. Once all the drinks were mixed, I quietly hid under the kitchen table and watched as each man was served their drinks and took a sip. The four men (two middle-aged men, a younger man, and a man in his thirties) talked about their latest drug shipments and sales, both street and prescription. One of them was a smuggler, two of them were buyers, and the other was a dealer. As they sipped and savored their brown liquor, I opened up the power surge box and shut off all the lights in the house. Each of them got drunk, drowsy, and gradually sick. “Can you see anything?” one of the men asked the others. “I think I’m getting sleepy.” Another man said. I got out my two loaded guns and fired two close range shots at each man. As they bled to death, I gathered their rings, watches, and other things and put them into a bag. I took the pictures with my digital camera and then quietly left out the back door. I even took my time and gathered all the shell casings. I got back into the car with the other Elite League members and we left the Drummond House. We all arrived at my house at 9:30 and I showed them the pictures from my very first assignment. Everyone was impressed with my skills; I even gave the jewelry in the bag to Marissa for safe keeping. “Good work, Kat. Your pay will be delivered to you by way of a bike courier tomorrow.” Kwan said to me. “You and I should definitely go car shopping one day, because you could use a nighttime car with a darker color.” Prentice said to me. As soon as the other Elite League members left my house, I deleted the pictures from the camera and had DeMarcus destroy the shell casings. I changed into my pajamas, had a can of soup for dinner, and ate a cupcake from my four pack for dessert. The next morning, I got up and fixed myself a very good breakfast of a short stack of pancakes with butter and syrup, two sausage links, scrambled eggs, a glass of orange juice, a bowl of fresh fruit, and coffee with vanilla soymilk and Truvia. After I ate my big breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen, I got into the Mercedes-Benz E-Class convertible and drove to San Francisco. There, I saw a Red Cross bloodmobile parked in front of a bistro downtown. I parked my car at a nearby parking garage and walked over to the bloodmobile with my purse in tow. With my blood donor card and driver’s license, I signed in, filled out the questionnaire, and waited with a few other donors. There were a few other people on the bloodmobile as well, some donated blood and others were at the cantina having juice, water, and cookies. After a few minutes, it was my turn to save a life. I lay down and listened to music from the radio while a needle drew blood from my left arm through a small tube into a pouch. I was finished within a couple of minutes and I rested at the cantina at the other end of the bloodmobile. One of the volunteers gave me a brochure on what do to after I gave blood and a card about iron-rich foods and how to increase iron intake. A guy who sat beside me offered a can of orange juice, a small bag of cinnamon graham snacks, and a bottle of water to me. I looked at him and said, “Thanks so much. Do you donate blood often?” He looked at me and replied, “Well, I do this every couple of months. Sometimes, I even do volunteer work with the Red Cross when it comes to natural disasters. Recently, I helped make care packages to the people in Haiti after that earthquake.” “Wow, that’s great!” I happily exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, you have to forgive my manners because I forgot to ask for your name.” He said to me. I lightly laughed as I said, “My name’s Katherine, Kat for short. What’s your name?” “My name’s Brendan, Brendan Rydell.” He said to me. “Very nice to meet you.” I said. “Likewise.” Brendan replied as he kissed my hand. Brendan was this handsome, sweet hunk of a guy with hypnotizing baby blue eyes and dark hair. He wore an orange crewneck short-sleeve shirt, olive green cargo pants, and dark brown sneakers. We conversed as we replenished our bodies with refreshments. We left the bloodmobile together as we thanked the Red Cross volunteers. Brendan and I walked to this local pizza parlor downtown. Not only did he open the door for me, he even pulled up a chair for me as soon as we got into the parlor. We talked as we shared toasted garlic bread with a saucer of seasoned extra virgin olive oil and a small plate of butter. Brendan even told me of his volunteer work, his job at The Body Shop, and some of his favorite charities. I talked about a charity registry Carl and I had at our wedding. “You and your late husband had a charity registry?” Brendan asked me. “Yes we did. Carl and I even asked our guests to make donations to both the Boy Scouts of America and the Girls Scouts of America because we were both scouts as kids. We even let our guests make donations to the local Boys & Girls Club, which was where my little brother and I go to after school on most weekdays. Carl and I even donated food leftover from our wedding reception to the local food banks, took some for ourselves, and also gave our third wedding cake to a friend of Carl’s who was throwing a party.” I replied. “That’s amazing! Inspiring even.” Brendan responded. Brendan and I split a large pepperoni, spinach, mushroom, black olive, and Italian sausage pizza with extra cheese on a hand-tossed rosemary and olive oil-seasoned crust. Brendan volunteers at a local animal shelter in his spare time and supports a few charitable organizations. “I wonder, why do work at The Body Shop?” I asked Brendan. “I work there not only because of the steady paychecks, but also because I like the causes they support such as fair trade, human rights, the environment, and animal rights. Plus, my mom loves their body butters and I get a minimum of three paid volunteering days yearly. There are five Body Shops here in San Francisco and I work at the one on Market Street. My mom’s an artisan jewelry maker and my dad’s a lawyer, specializing in environmental law. My parents are currently in New Orleans on vacation and also helping build houses for Hurricane Katrina victims.” Brendan said. After eating a few slices of pizza, Brendan and I took the food to go as he paid and left a tip. We walked over to his place on Beach Street. His place was a two-story, energy-efficient, townhouse with hardwood floors, equipped with Energy Star appliances and electronics, five bedrooms, five bathrooms, and a Toyota Prius in the four car garage. He even told me that he bought the furniture from the Goodwill and refurnished it himself. I was totally impressed by his craftsmanship. Plus, I got myself acquainted with his two dogs, a Japanese chow named Lula and a corgi terrier named Oliver. His dogs were so sweet and playful; Brendan even told me that he adopted them from an animal shelter a few months ago. I even played with his dogs in the living room as Brendan got their bowls ready. Once the dogs got their food and water, I went into the bathroom and washed my hands and face. I rejoined Brendan into the living room and we sat on the refurnished sofa. We looked into the each other’s eyes as I sat closer to him. Next thing you know, we shared a kiss that started out very sweetly. As we kissed, I softly ran my fingers through his dark hair. Brendan then got up and I took his hand as we went upstairs to the master bedroom. It had two windows: one by the headboard and the other by the foot of the bed; both windows had city views. The bedroom walls were in olive and sage green, his dresser had colognes ranging from woodsy to oceanic scents and his medium-sized closet was filled with J. Crew, American Apparel, Old Navy, and American Eagle Outfitters, and had a private bathroom. We sat on his king-sized full bed as Brendan took a pillow and placed it on my back. I then wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed on the lips. Brendan even helped me with taking off my clothes; he carefully took off my socks and sneakers. I watched as he kissed the soles of my feet before rubbing them. I then took off my low-rise jeans. I softly moaned as he kissed my inner thighs. Brendan then sat beside me on the bed and kissed up and down my neck. At the same time he kissed my neck, I felt his hand slid into my panties and softly rubbed my sex. I moaned and groaned as Brendan slid two fingers inside me, steadily fingering me into a massive orgasm. We spent the entire afternoon in his master bedroom; our bodies glowed in the afternoon sunlight as Brendan gave me orgasm after orgasm as he took his time pleasuring my body. After that, I cleaned myself up, got dressed, and texted a few friends about Girls’ Night Out tonight on my cell phone. I got myself ready to go when Brendan got dressed and offered me two leftover slices of pizza and then walked me to my car at the parking garage. He then kissed my hand and my cheek, opened the car door for me once I unlocked it, and gave me his phone number. “I’ll call you tonight.” I said as I waved him goodbye and drove home. Once I got home, my cell phone vibrated. I looked and saw that Marissa, Jetta, Annaliesa, and McKayla accepted my invitation to Girls’ Night Out. Since I had three hours till the start of Girls’ Night Out, I planned myself to get ready.