Drinking coffee, watching the rain and having fun~
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It’s A Boy!

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Love and Devotion

As football fans cheer for their favorite teams, I’m busy doing my own victory dance over these beautiful floral boots- a new and much loved addition to my wardrobe.

I flipped out when I tried on these babies and found that they fit like a glove (and only took a 20 out of my wallet!!!) Talk about a great find!
I paired them with skin-tight olive jeggings and this trippy (but still sophisticated) iridescent blouse, that I bought in downtown Phoenix for only 3 dollars!

The Lounge: Finale (Part 5)


Here is the much anticipated conclusion to my erotic short story “The Lounge”

Read parts 1-4 first!!!!

The Lounge Part 1

The Lounge Part 2

The Lounge Part 3

The Lounge Part 4


The Lounge: Finale (Part 5)

I woke to Christina glaring at me from the doorway.


I turned in a stupor, and saw Karen to my left, sans clothing. The perky breast that had her wife’s name on it was staring at me as I adjusted myself to reality.

“What? I …what time is…?”

Christina was absolutely enraged, “It’s six in the fucking morning. YOU left me out there for hours.

“Christina. I thought…”

“Raelene if you’re not in the car in 1 minute, I’m leaving you.” Her furious stomping shook dust from the floorboards as she carried out her threat by going to her vehicle without me.

“Guess she’s leavin’ ya!” Karen was waking up slowly, but was still managing to joke about the situation, which I did not find so hilarious.

“I don’t want to leave.”

As I said this, I noticed I was rising despite my body’s admonitions. I scrawled my cellphone number on a paper found next to one of many golden keys strewn on the dresser. I went back to the bed and lay next to her once more. Her beautiful plumes of hair were disheveled and her bright blue eyes appeared tired.

We kissed.

Nestled between her soft hair and her earlobe, I sent out my message, “I want to see you again.”

“Izz dat right?” she slurred and gave a wistful smile.

“I do. I wrote my number so please call me.”

I turned for the entranceway before she could disappoint me by saying something I could not bear, like promises of her wife’s return. Although I was shocked by all the things I found out, I still wanted her. Our lovemaking had only cemented our connection.

But stone cold reality awaited me; the sun was up and especially brilliant but I felt nostalgic, lonely  and weighed down by dread.

Goddamn. I can’t BELIEVE YOU,” spat Christina when I slumped down into the seat of the car.

“Calm the fuck down. You were fine before I don’t understand why you’re flipping out.”

“What the fuck is this!? The Golden Girls? I don’t want to hear it. You spent all night screwing some old hag while I had to drink beer on the patio. Furthermore, my gas tank is on EMPTY. I’M TIRED…you know, I’m glad you had fun but you know this shit is fucked up.”

Her lip was curled with anger as she shifted the wheel and stepped on the gas; we sped toward my house as the sun came from the sea, illuminating everything in yellowed morning-light.

I hopped from her vehicle with a quickness when we arrived in front of my house, “I’m going to sleep. Thanks.”

“Yeah. You owe me like…40 dollars. I drove you around all fucking night.”

I tossed her a 20 to shut her up. “Do you think she’ll call me?”

Although Christina was fuming for no apparent reason, I still valued her opinion. I could still feel Karen’s lips on the sensitive part of my neck, it’d only been an hour and I already missed her…

“No. Dude. I already told you. She’s too old. SHE’S MARRIED. If you fucked her it was a one night stand…and even if you didn’t…it’s still not going to happen.” The smell of burning rubber punctuated her sentence as she peeled out of my neighborhood with Tegan and Sara blaring from the car speakers.

Once inside the house, I slipped into bed and slipped into a fitful sleep that I came out of 8 hours later.

Hung-over and half-sick, I reached for my cellphone.

“I’ve been thinking of you all day…every time I think of your face baby, I smile. Call me!  -Karen”

Who Doesn't Like Dramatic Endings?

The conclusion of my short story, “The Lounge” is coming soon! If you haven’t read parts 1-4, here they are:

The Lounge: Part 4


“Raelene…ay, Raelene…”

I heard Karen calling in the distance.

“Listen Christina, you better get your ass sober and take us home or…or…else!” I vehemently threatened her.

“Look. Raelene.” Christina stared at me with green eyes glistening in fury. “YOU are the one who got us in the situation, okay. Don’t be a bitch. I’m drinking…but I will sober up in an few hours but until then, you better deal with it. Go deal with the girl you wanted so badly.” She spat and walked away toward the kitchen. My blood felt like it had transformed into hot poison as it coiled wildly through my body. My head felt like it would implode from anger.

Karen came up from behind me and put her strong tan arms around my body; she smelled of chlorine and I melted at her touch. “Rae…” The violent rage I had felt just seconds before started to dissipate.

She kissed me behind ear, right on the sensitive part of my neck. “Don’t be mad at me.” she whispered. “Let’s go dry off and have another beer, k? You a’ight?” she asked gently.

“Yeah, yeah alright, I’m cool. It’s just you’re married…you’re wife…I…”

“Don’t worry, okay. I wouldn’t hurt ya. Everything is okay. She ain’t here and ain’t comin'” Karen reassured me with firmness as she took my hand and led me back to the wood-paneled side bedroom.

She plopped down on the bed, watching me from her perch. I surveyed the contents of the cramped bedroom: books strewn all over, random gold keys on the dresser and wooden table, unopened mail that had been delivered to her address first class.

“Watchu doin’, come lay down with me.” She smiled boldly.

I obliged. I sunk into the soft mattress on the queen sized bed and found myself wrapped in her arms once more. I was not nervous and did not expecting anything. “So, I…” the words were barely out of my mouth, when Karen gently grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips worked mine open, forcefully, within seconds her tongue was in my mouth. I did not relent but passionately responded to the gesture. A subdued moan issued from my throat as she began to manipulate my hair away from my face and gain dominion over my body; in a swift motion she rearranged her lean figure on top of me and urged me to lie beneath her. The weight of her body pressed into my form mixed with the sexual aggressive move only intensified our kisses. I did not know what was about happen; my mind had gone blank with lust. Suddenly she drew back from our embrace, straddling me as she unclasped her bra. I gazed up at her, emotionless, and I considered her body. Her breasts were small and perky.  “JILL” was tattooed over the left one.

 That must be her wife’s name.  I thought.

Her body was completely youthful and impeccable, appeared to be not a day over 25. She had a 50 year olds’ face and 25 year olds’ body.

She leaned back over me; her left breast was above my face. With one hand Karen cradled the back of my head and forced my face upward, my closed mouth made contact with her pink nipple.

“Suck on it, come on.” She instructed me and I complied. Her nipple was hard but the surrounding skin was soft and supple on the tip of my tongue. Her moans were deep and agonized as she rubbed her hand between my legs. I reacted to the touch; the pressure caused a chill to race throughout my body.

“Oh my god…” I whispered in anticipation.

“Yeah? Suck on the other one.”

I put my mouth on her other nipple, as she simultaneously took her touch from the outside of my panties to the inside and made contact with my vagina. Everything was happening so fast. She had my legs pinned open and my pussy lips were parted, allowing her exploratory access.

I did not have to ask.

Two fingers went deep inside of my wet cunt which involuntarily tightened on contact. Karen was working around the hollow space with surprising skill: it felt better than a penis or a sex toy.

“…Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” my head sunk deeper into the bed pillows, as she cradled my arching back and continued to finger fuck me with the other hand.

“Like that baby? Come on. Come on.”

Only a minute had passed before I felt the first signs of an orgasm spread over my body. Each of my senses was on fire and my mind was blank as she fucked me. Seconds elapsed. She was grabbing my back and digging into it as I came: my body rocked back and forth and the sensation pounded through me with such agonizing intensity that I could not even scream.

I collapsed immediately after the initial peak had subsided. My cunt felt like a ruptured bulb. I was dripping wet and too sensitive to be touched anymore.

I knew it was my turn and allowed her to ease me into performing the action. She did not say a word and did not have too. I watched her remove her panties and reveal her perfect cunt: I was mesmerized. It looked like an untouched rose: absolutely flawless and hairless. Not what I had expected.

Straddling me, she inched her body closer to my face. My head rested between her open legs and I watched in silence, only closing my eyes when her pussy made contact with my lips and I opened my mouth to please her. The taste was familiar and I greedily worked my tongue into the wet space. Karen responded graciously, by rocking her hips in a rhythmic motion over my face, making my tongue roll over her clit and back down over and over again.

I put my hands on her ass, it was small and soft, her skin felt like silk.

She was completely youthful and pure like a model that was insured for millions of dollars and had not let their skin experience the environmental abuse of daily life.

Enjoying her pussy, I closed my eyes and let her ravage me. She moved my hands from her tiny waist, pinning them above my head and held them down as she rode my face. Her screams were becoming louder with each passing moment and I knew it would be over soon.

Her thighs tightened their grip around my head. There was a long pause and she held her pussy down over my face and stopped moving, but her entire body was contracted in pleasure. A shrill squeak pierced the air before she rolled off of me and collapsed seconds later.

We do not say a word to each other for 10 minutes. I stared at the ceiling as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Ya know what?” She broke the silence.


“You’re so sexy…you have a great ass. And nice tits. They’re nearly perfect.” She laughed and turned to look at me.

I scoff, “Nearly?”


I was offended. “Uh, why nearly?”

“Well…well because nothin’s perfect.”

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The Lounge: Part 3

“Oh my goodniss girl, what’s with ya friend?” Karen’s eyes were sparkling in the room light. She was leaning in real close and I could smell her skin: men’s pine body wash and a woman’s perfume that I could not name.

“It’s nothing, I don’t know. Maybe we should just go for a swim…”

“Alright ‘den.” She stood up and pulled the cotton tank top over her head, then unpeeled the jeans from her legs; I stood and watched, completely transfixed. She wore boxers and a bra. She was thin and beautiful.

I then began to disrobe and she watched me, finally everything was off except for my bra and lacy black panties. We walked outside into the cool air and rushed to dip our toes into the aquamarine water. Christina was sitting by the bar, looking surly. “Coming in?” I yelled over to her.

“No. I just wanted you guys to come out here. I don’t want to swim,  just tell me where the beer is.”

“In the fridge inside, you ‘ken go in iff ya want.” Karen told Christina, unaffected by her gruffness.

When Christina disappeared into the kitchen for libation, Karen took my hand into hers and led me down the steps of the pool. The water was subzero.

Suddenly, she let go of my hand and broke away then submerged herself completely into the water and came up like a graceful mermaid, “Come on! Get in here!” she teased.

“Nope. Too cold.”

“I’mma give ya a piggy back ride! Can’t do dat  if ya all the way over there!” she exclaimed before disappearing beneath the water again. I tentatively immersed myself, a wave of water covered over my golden brown skin.


She was back up and ogling me as she bobbed above the water.

“Come ‘ere den.”

I silently doggy paddled closer to her and she took me into her arms; she wrapped them around me and at once we were facing each other.

“Well this is nice” Karen chuckled to herself.

Our skin was slick against one another. Two seals in the moonlight.

“So you live here in this big house by yourself? Pfft. Lucky. I wish I could live on my own.” I explained.

Her mood seemed to darken; a veil of secrecy went over her blue eyes.


“Iss nothin’. I don’t live here alone. Well, I kinda do, but I didn’t always. Dat’s not what the lease says.” She looked troubled but managed to eke out a small, unconvincing laugh.

“Then who lives here?” A surge of fear raced through me and stabbed at my heart; my mind immediately filled with visions of murderous step-sons or reclusive uncles that thirsted for blood, especially if it came from young women.

“Ma wife.”

“YOU’RE WIFE?” My stomach felt like it was trying to come out of my ass, “YOU’RE MARRIED!!?!”

“HAW HAW HAW calm down, youngin’. I’m married. I’m married. Been married a long time but I mean do you really wanna sit here and talk about my wife right now? I got you here, you got me here, das all dat matters right now.”

I continued on despite myself, “What!!?! Where is she?”

“Gone. Just…gone.”

“You kind of failed to mention this back at the bar.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes so hard I thought I would black out from the sheer act of it. We were still clinging to each other in a tight embrace as we bobbed along in the water. I could faintly hear TV programs changing in rapid succession: I had failed to see Christina come back outside and reposition herself at the bar. She was on her 80th Marlboro of the night and was calmly flicking through channels while I was busy playing mistress to a 47 year old woman.

“Oh my goodness. Does she know…like…that I’m here?” I did not know what I wanted to know. The situation was pretty obvious but I felt she needed to explain it nonetheless.

“Naw…she…she don’t know. Why do ya care anyway? I told ja, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Uh, I told you that I don’t want to be murdered tonight. What’s she going to say when she comes out here and finds us in the pool together, half naked and drunk?”


Apparently my concern was comical. A thrill of irritation surged through me.

With a forceful shimmy, she knew to let me out of her embrace.  I floated freely on my back before propping myself up on my feet, “I’m cold. I’m going to get out.”

I mounted the stair case of the pool with full intent to grab my belongings and run for the mountains. When I turned back to look at her, I saw she was doing laps. I pulled a towel around myself and walked up to Christina, “Dude. She’s married. Let’s go.”

“Shesss swat?” Slurred my best friend.

“MARRIED!!! AND you’re drunk! We have to go” I exclaimed in an urgent whisper.

“Nott chett…I can’t drive…”

Her eyes were glassy and she took another sip from the Bud Light can in her left hand. I wanted to slap it out of her grip and then punch her in the face. “I can’t believe this. You were supposed to drive us away from this mess if it turned out to be shady! I cannot drive stick, Christina! FUCK!”

“I will. I will. Raelene. Lemme finisshh this beer and have sssum cigarettesss ‘n I’ll…I’ll drive…”

I knew I was too intoxicated to drive away from Karen the Married Woman; and even if I were not, manual transmission was just as foreign to me as the reason why I went home with a stranger from the gay bar in the first place.