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Windows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back when Billy was just a peculiar little boy, Mr and Mrs Gates didn’t understand their son’s voyeuristic fascination with windows.

 

 

 

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®️December 22, 2018 at 8:26 PM
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Dangerous Women, Fiction, Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation, Romance

Iowa Assignment

Iowa Assignment

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Mia stood resolutely in her boss’ office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk. 

 
 
 
“You’re sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God’s sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think not miles and miles of nothing to do,” she argued.

 
 
 
“You’re going,” he stated emphatically.


“Hal! I’m a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin’ Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud,” she spat with incredulity.

 
 
 
“Mia, you’re getting married in a month. Even if you don’t attend the meeting, I’m making you go. Go and think about this,” Hal insisted, not backing down.
 
 
 
 
His face was filled with concern and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath and relented slightly,

 
 
 
“Enforced vacation,” she queried.


“Yes,” he said unapologetically, “You’re engaged but not wearing his ring. Face it, there’s something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You’re not happy, Mia.”


 
 
 
Mia stepped back and took a seat in the leather chair, recalling how arguments as vehement as this one used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right.

 
 
 
“Okay,” Mia agreed, “On one condition,” she said with a hungry smile as she stood and walked toward him.

 
 
 
Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, “Mia,” but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.


 
 
 
Mia approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned licking her lips.

 
 
 
She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of a black half-slip revealing garte belt, black stockings and heels. She leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.

 
 
 
“Mia,” Hal warned, drawing her name out, “What are you doing? Remember, you’re en—”

 
 
 
She placed two fingers over his mouth and quietly shushed him, “Shhh. Don’t,” she instructed him.

 
 
 
Hal fell silent. They hadn’t made love in months. Both had reluctantly agreed that an office romance was entirely too complicated, especially in an office filled with nosy reporters.

 
 
 
Finally he was naked from the waist down and Mia seized the moment. He was already harder than she had ever seen him and closed her lips around him. She ran her tongue around the head of his stiff cock as his head fell back and he releasing a groan.

 
 
 
Mia pushed him fully into her mouth through tight, sucking lips while stroking his length with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly, she pulled away and straddled him. Hal gripped her ass whispering how he had missed this.

 
 
 
“Mmm hmm,” she replied, unable to speak intelligently. Mia watched his face, his closed eyes, the wrinkles in his brow disappearing, and then pushed up and down his entire length. God, he was hard.


 
 
 
Hal grasped her tight little ass cheeks more tightly and stood to push her down on his desk. She pulled up her knees and perched four-inch stilettos at the edge of his desk while he ravaged her, kissing her everywhere he could reach, pounding her tight wetness while his balls slapped her ass.
 
 
 
Hal pinched her pink nipples softly squeezing her full, aching breasts, making consummate love until they built a crescendo that insisted on release.

 
 
 
Mia bit her lip hard to stifle a scream, and he held his breath as his thick girth throbbed inside of her.

 
 
 
By the time they were spent, it looked like a small bomb had detonated in his office, just like old times, Mia reminisced. She knew it was now or never. She had him exactly where she wanted him.

 
 
 
Mia’s breath caught as he softened, still sheathed deeply within her, and said,  “Please Hal, don’t make me go.”

 
 
 
She plead batting eyelashes slightly as Hal reached for his desk drawer. She waited pensively, wondering what he would find to use for a makeshift toy. Instead, he retrieved the airline ticket and stuffed it into her parted crimson lips.


 
 
 
“You’re going,” he said staunchly.


 
 
 
Mia groaned, rolling her eyes, and mumbled around the envelope, “Alone or tickets for two?”


 
 
 
Hal turned to retrieve clothing insisting, “Alone, then, we’ll think about what comes next,” with the grin of a cat with canary feathers protruding from its mouth.


 
 
 
“Okay, okay,” she laughed at his determination, “but I’m already looking forward to my return!”


 
 
 
“I’ll pick you up at the airport,” Hal taunted, “Wear something sexy and no underwear except stockings and garters.”


 
 
 
Mia grinned at her victorious defeat knowing that she wouldn’t have as much to think over, now that they were beginning again.


 
 
 

 

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Fiction, Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation

Naked Beauty 3

Naked Beauty

Part 3

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Jermaine woke several hours later in a fiercely foul mood. He showered quickly, dressed, ordered coffee to go, and made his way into Old Town. He wandered the alleys, photographing buildings that caught his eye, but couldn’t shake his own guilt.

 

Eventually, he ascended the stairs into a vacant structure and sat leaning against a wall, steeling himself as he retrieved his phone and dialed Vera’s number.

 

It rang several times before she anwered. He visualized her glaring at the phone while she considered ignoring it. Her irate voice conveyed that she had checked the Caller ID.

 

“Yeah, what,” Vera shrieked into the receiver.

 

“Hi, honey,” Jermaine greeted her with mock cheer and monitored calculation of just how guilty he sounded, “How are you,” he asked, instantly regretting it. His nerves frayed to nil as he waited through a long, sub-zero silence.

 

“Had you wanted to know, you would have called back after checking in! I’ve been on my deathbed for three days!”

 

“Vera-baby,” he hedged, “I’m sorry! When I checked in, my phone was dead and it was too late to call by the time I found a charger. I know you have been terribly ill.”

 

Vera paced the floor considering his argument and decided to be the shrew that made his voice tremble, “So your phone took seventy-two  hours to charge and you got the only hotel room in Spain that has no phone? Sure! That’s completely plausible, sweetheart! Who is the little tart,” she queried venomously.

 

Suddenly, it was her turn to be greeted with silence. Jermaine debated coming clean, but nothing was certain yet. He didn’t want to risk losing Vera if his naked beauty could turn him away.

 

He palmed the ring absentmindedly and lied, “I’ve been running day and night trying to arrange the photoshoot, baby. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t get to you a second earlier.”

 

Vera knew he was lying, and then considered the fact that she was cheating with his boss, and relented, “Okay, okay, fine. Just go finish the shoot and come back. How’s my replacement working out?”

 

Jermaine let go a heavy sigh of relief realizing that he had been holding his breath, “We haven’t met yet. Maybe later today or tomorrow. Don’t worry, she can’t hope to compare. I’m just looking forward to getting it over with.”

 

“I’m sorry it’s not the pleasureful shoot you expected, darling. I know how you hate having to pose new models, break them in, and do your job. If you wrap it up quickly, I’ll make it worth your while,” Vera offered invitingly.

 

Jermaine smiled despite himself when a man entered and interrupted them, “¡Ejem! Hola. Ahem! Hello there,” he said, searching to extract his card from his pocket.

 

“Vera, I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

 

Jermaine hung up and addressed the gentleman, “Hello. I’m sorry to intrude. I thought the building was vacant.”

 

“It is,” he said, a little perplexed, “Lucas Fox, Realtor,” he introduced himself offering his card.

 

Jermaine took the card and asked, “Is there an apartment nearby for rent or sale?”

 

“Yes, there are several apartments for sale and rent in this area, they are a bit expensive, but the location, the views and the amenities are worth it”.

 

“Would you know of a furnished apartment in a quiet area,” Jermaine inquired.

 

“There is only one in La Xerea, but it’s a penthouse. You would have to move fast. It’s a coveted neighborhood. It has drawn a lot of attention,” Lucas answered.

 

“How much,” Jermaine asked.

 

Lucas answered, “1,000 €uros per month.”

 

Lucas’ eyes flew open wide when Jermaine replied, “I’ll take it. Can we start the paperwork tonight?”

 

“Yes, of course,” Lucas couldn’t conceal his excitement.

 

“Excellent. Bring it to Hotel Balneario Las Arenas in Valencia tonight at 9:00 PM”

 

“I will, Lucas smiled, “This is going to be the easiest sale I’ve ever made.”

 

Jermaine shook his hand and thanked him, grateful that some of the best ideas are borne of mishaps and accidents.

 

He left the building with a plan taking shape and was cautiously optimistic, though he knew that this plan was an enormous gamble and that it lacked a solid foundation. Jermaine knew he would have to build the foundation with every step he took.

 

He went directly to a jeweler not far from the hotel and had her ring sized. Then he surveyed their selection of engagement rings and wedding bands.

 

Jermaine splurged for a taxi back to the hotel and returned with his photography equipment, ready to go to work. Finally, he felt strong and vital. He knew what he was living for and that was all he needed. I’m strong enough to face anything, he thought jubilantly, Hey life, bring it!

 

He breezed through large portions of the shoot, capturing a cruise ship as big as a city, beachfront properties, art and sculptures. Then he moved indoors for the finale, beginning with setting the scene inside the City of Arts and Sciences in the Oceanogràfic de Valencia, the second largest aquarium in the world.

 

With the scene set perfectly, Jermaine picked up his camera and approached the model who would replace Vera. There stood his naked beauty clad in a string bikini. and about ten pounds of makeup. Jermaine rolled his eyes, yelling, “Wait! Stop! What the hell is wrong with the makeup artist,” he asked angrily, moving closer to a model he didn’t recognize until her frightened eyes eyes met his obvious annoyance.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

 

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©️December 15, 2018 at 7:48 AM
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Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation

Naked Beauty 2

Naked Beauty

Part 2

 

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Part 1:  Naked Beauty 
  
 

Gizelle looked Jermaine straight in the eye, feeling as though she could read his emotions and really tried to. Jermaine tried to speak but could not form words.

  

She was looking into his eyes and straight down into his soul. He felt as though she was seeing every one of his most intimate secrets while he was drinking in her beautiful face and loving nature. He was overcome with the intoxication of it, and realized that her incredible beauty was so much more than skin deep.

  

That thought registered and hit him like a sack of hammers to the head. He tried to look away, but Gizelle cupped his face in her hands and drew him in to hold him tightly.

  

With both of them on their knees, holding onto each other, Jermaine could see that she was at least five or ten years younger than he was, yet she didn’t feel young to him.

  

She is frighteningly wise beyond her years, he mused. Most women her age are terribly silly and self-absorbed, he recalled, but there is something about this woman, something deep and profound that I must know and understand.

  

He struggled for the right words, though the language barrier was hard enough, but with her naked warmth pressed to him desire was driving him to distraction and he could neither think nor focus, so he held onto her like she was his last vestige of hope.

  

This is not a choice, he realized, It’s a calling. Suddenly he thought of Vera and swallowed hard not knowing if, or how he was going to explain what had transpired here. He held Gizelle more tightly and offered up a silent prayer.

  

Gizelle felt his discomfort, but she would not let him go until she felt his anguish ease. She had never seen such desolation in a man before, though it brought hard memories to the fore. She pushed them back into the past. There would be far too much time to deal with memories later.

  

She ran soft fingers up and down his back and then locked him into her embrace again, meaning to offer Jermaine succor, though she was not entirely sure why his suffering had stricken her so profoundly. She only knew that this was right, that it felt very right in ways she had not intended, though he did not push her away.

  

Finally, a soft sigh escaped him and again she placed her hands at his cheeks, as her deep-set eyes searched his own. He appeared relieved and happier now. She read contentment on his face and gave him a grateful smile.

  

Gizelle kissed his cheek, got to her feet, scooped up her blanket, and tossed a farewell over her shoulder, “Adiós mi amigo Tal vez te vea de nuevo algún día. Goodbye, my friend. Perhaps I will see you again someday.”

  

Jermaine hesitated to move, still feeling the warmth of her naked, silken curves pressed to him. His skin tingled with expectant anticipation yet he hadn’t made a move. He hadn’t dared.

  

Shaking his head, he sorted his racing thoughts. It’s too new, too deep, real and special, and I was frightened she would scamper away — as she just did! He scrambled to get to his feet but stopped, still kneeling.

  

Jermaine smiled softly and sifted through the sand to find her ring beneath his knee. He made a mental note of a small diamond set in yellow gold and then studied the direction in which she had departed.

  

Gizelle had just rounded a corner and he lost sight of her. She must have managed a quick change in a dark corner, he noted.

  

He stood with renewed purpose and pocketed the ring. Darkness fell with a light mist hanging in the air, which did not not deter him. He started after her, following at a safe distance.

  

Keeping to the safety of shadows, he felt like a stalker, but secure in the knowledge that if she exited his life again, he would know where to find her. I will never lose her again, he strengthened his resolve.

  

Gizelle ducked into a small cafe, obviously familiar with the place. He watched her conversing with a waiter who lead her to an outdoor table.

  

Jermaine paused, fondling the ring and watching her smile, searching for anything which would denote that the waiter was more than a friend. He studied her features and wondered who had given it to her.

  

It could be an engagement ring or possibly a promise ring, he decided, feeling the first stirrings of unfamiliar jealousy, but then realized that he hadn’t thought of Vera for longer than a fleeting moment. Jealousy vacated in lieu of reality as he was newly filled with volition and compelled to continue.

  

Gizelle reappeared and continued to a modest house not far from the cafe. He wondered how she afforded it and whether she was living with the man who gave her the ring. He scribbled the address on a receipt from his wallet.

  

Jermaine pushed it back into his jeans and turned to go, whispering a wish torn straight from his soul, “We will see each other again and ‘someday’ cannot arrive soon enough for me.”

  

He continued on his stroll back to the hotel and caught himself smiling and feeling happier than he had been in a very long time.

  

He lay awake late into the night, turning her ring over between his fingers, thinking of what a delicate flower she seemed, yet how much strength and sensitivity it had taken to recognize pain in a stranger’s eyes and drop her own immediacy to hold and comfort him.

  

You are beautiful inside and out and I already long to possess you, he thought, as he tucked the jewelry into his pocket and fell into fitful sleep only a few hours before sunrise.

  
  

 

Naked Beauty, Part 3

  
  

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