Naughty Gras: Tales of Fat Tuesday

Hello my juicy ones! Yea yea yea...I know. The hostess is never home, but I'm here now and I've got a tasty smorgasbord for you all to partake of. Well not too long ago, I posted an anthology called, "Summer's Heat". Four stories by four different authors...all themed for the sizzle of summertime. Sable Jordan, Katlynne LaSalle, Perri Forrest and myself, banged it out [on the keyboard] so that you all could salivate with salacious stories of sex and sensual sweetness. lol

Well, we're back. Sable invited us back and this time we have a new author, Jessa Callaver!! I would be remiss not to add that I am ALSO responsible for the cover art! :)

The story is on Amazon for 99 cents...but, it's also on Smashword for FREE. Can't afford 99 cents? FREE is better. lol

My story is a spin off of the journal series I began here on Passion's Fruit called "Elle's Tales". THIS time, Elle is in New Orleans during Mardi Gras with her bestie...and that's all I'm gonna tell you. hehe

When thinking of a story (and actually writing one from start to finish) I actually decided what better way to connect my erotic short to my name and site, then to create one from an already existing character. I PRAY I've done a good job holding Elle down. She's a tough cookie. I keep her locked into a way to be, but I tried to let her out more in this anthology. I wanted the story to be more personal or at least...give her some substance beyond her nasty grind. lol

Don't be shy, please let me know if the fruit is good or not. ;)

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Ninety Days

It's been a while since I've posted, I decided to come through and post the short story that I wrote this summer for an anthology called, "Summer Heat". Do go and download the free version of the book and read the other three authors' scribes. Without further ado, my short: Ninety Days

I’ve learned that the Cosmos’ job is to make a fool of us whom say “never”. The Universe does this in-your-face, echoed guffaw at the things we claim eternal abstinence from. I promised I’d never marry...never have kids...never have a threesome...never live for my man...and yet...here I stand. A laughable punchline in a string of “nevers”.

“Azure...I want a divorce...” he said. This was the man that wanted (and received) the world from me. I didn’t want to marry. “Azure, I love you enough to give you my name...a sense of security that no fly-by-night “relationship” can offer. I’m offering you my entire world and a God-given guarantee that I’m not going ANY where...”. Like a fool, I caved. I should’ve listened to my instincts. Maybe not to marry...but, not to marry HIS ass.



I wanted no part of being a mother. Afraid of being less of a mom than my own, I fought my husband on conceiving. Why should I bring a child into this already unpredictable world with a mother who was as wavering as the sea’s temperament. In my eyes, the epitome of motherhood was Nereid Patterson...my mom. No way would I give less to a child of mine. I always felt so fearful when thinking of having kids. My mother seemed to do everything right for us kids and I had been so selfish in my recent years...I wasn’t sure I was ready to forsake my self-gluttony for humans that never stop needing. Yet, almost 3 years into the relationship and barely two into the marriage...I was pregnant with our son, Dylan Jr. Barely a year later...Coral would be born...RIGHT in the midst of Big D’s “season of curiosity”. I always wondered why men who present a case worthy for a defense trial in the name of threesomes with another woman...aren’t as willing to accept her fantasy of being taken by two men. They’re not so “open” when they’ve got to smack balls with the guy of her choice...who also just so happens to be plunging his bigger dick into HIS wife. Without question or blinking his almond eyes, MY fantasy got shut down! His? Realized...thrice. Yes, he loved her head game so much that he asked for this...this...Melissa Ford look-a-like, to come back for more. The summer of Coral’s 1st birthday, my husband presented this video vixen prototype to me with the hunger of a lion. It was as if he was asking me to let another lioness into our den. I eventually consented.



The Threesome:

We sent the kids to my sister’s and set up the house for a romantic tryst with “Melissa”. I nervously soaked in a bath of lavender salts and jasmine oil to relax my mind and body. While soaking, I calmed my throbbing center down with a gentle stroking...a warm-up for the night’s menagerie. I closed my eyes and agitated my clit with long dips inside of me...until my cum mixed with the warm waters between my thighs. I moisturized with a favorite citrus-scented oil of mine and laid as still as possible across the bed until D called me downstairs to greet “Melissa”.

When she entered dressed drastically different than the “meeting”...I all of a sudden felt self-conscious. Only a year had passed since having Coral...and my body issues rose to the surface like driftwood. When I’d laid eyes on her the first time...she was wearing a loose-fitting maxi dress cinched with a big belt and her hair pulled away from her face. I could see that she was proportioned nicely, but I didn’t know what was underneath it all. When she walked in and disrobed from the ¾ length overcoat she’d worn...my jaw extended downward...as did my own eyes over my own body. She was wearing a lace bra set in D’s favorite color...red. Her perfect C’s needed no assistance. I’m sure bras are for visual tasting only. Those full tits of hers moved down into the tiniest waist, tightest abs...and onto the fullest hips, I’d seen on a woman to date. When she circled to release her arm from  the coat...an ass...surely made in a Weird Science lab of my husband’s dreams...moved only with her legs extending motions. The curve of the arch in her back was nothing short of an artist’s own laborious chiseling from ebon stone. Again...I glanced downward at my jiggly thighs, baby pooch and slightly sagging D’s. The only thing I could compete with was the beauty of my mama’s genes, in that I had NO stretch marks and a smooth even skin tone. Her hair...was beautiful, deep-waved and framing her heart-shaped face, falling below her shoulders. Instantly I was envious. Here, I stood...my damaged, frizzy, dirty-blondish, albeit long hair...struggling in a loose ponytail. My see-through cover-up over a pale yellow bra set was becoming less see-through and more invisible by the moment...



“Azure...are you okay?” D asked me. I said yes and we went upstairs where our bedroom was decked out in lavish materials. I’d found sari fabric and had draped them romantically over the window’s treatments and placed a few over the small settee in our room. Candles lit, toys laid out and wine chilled...awaited this once exclusively marital space, now ready for my husband’s fantastical debauchery. D went into the bathroom to undress and enter dramatically? while leaving his dream girl and I sitting awkwardly on the settee. She seemingly waited for him to shut the door to begin speaking.



“Melissa” asked me, “What do YOU want, Azure? I know this is D’s fantasy, but I can’t lie...I only agreed to this to be with you. He’s not even my type. I actually like thicker guys...you know, like Ice Cube? Anthony Anderson, even.” I laughed involuntarily and she smiled. “No seriously...I need a weighty man...your husband is too chiseled for me...”. We both laughed. She then ran her hand over my face and down my neck to my breast. My back straightened and my breast rose and fell deeply...leaving tingles along my skin. I almost closed my eyes to give her unspoken assent to do what she pleased. Just then, D entered...oiled and wearing a white pair of boxer briefs. I jumped a little...”Melissa” just smirked.
“I’m glad you two are getting comfortable...” he said, cockily. Immediately, “Melissa” took control. D was all of a sudden in her trance and we were marionettes to her puppet mastery. “D...I’d like to see Azure get more comfortable...can you take that cover-up off of her...slowly?” D responded. I almost got jealous. I only wished his ass moved that fast when I asked him to do something. D slid his hands under the waist-length cover and slid it seductively up and over my head. “Melissa” then said, “D...can I see how you get Azure in the mood?” D laughed a little and said, “Sure...but, I thought you were going to join us...” he said, mostly asking. “I will...but, I’ve done this a few times before and the art of a beautiful threesome is me joining you two already in progress...not the other way around.” D, in awe of her take charge seductress form...nodded and looked deeply at me. I saw a need for this. I wondered why. It felt like this was less fantasy and more power trip...or just a dip into the power of his tip. Did marriage spoil his natural “hunter instincts” and soften his primal desires. Was “Melissa” an exercise in a man’s primordial right to have more than one? Either way...his eyes pleaded, “Do this for me?”. At that moment...something swirled up in me and I became fearless. My shakes went away  and I laid back and spread my legs. I traced my fingertips along my stomach and down into my pale yellow panties as he watched the impression of my fingers dance around the outside of my entrance. D licked his lips and began slowly kissing up my thighs. “Melissa” positioned herself to get the best angle of us while she freed her beautiful breasts. D, occupied with following instruction...was missing her strip tease...her strip tease for ME. She licked her lips and took each of her own nipples into her mouth. Unconsciously, I began rubbing my own. D had found his way to my inner thigh and had begun nuzzling my panties’ fabric with his nose. He loved to do this. He slid the fabric to the side and dipped his tongue into the dark wetness and slurped his way to hardness. In the meantime...”Melissa” had slipped out of her underwear and had propped one leg onto the chest at the end of our bed. She showed me her folds...evenly cocoa-colored...with pink highlights toward the center. I could see the glistening tear drop forming at the opening. She was getting excited by watching me and I, too was beginning to get unusually damp. D was slurping, humming and moaning...enjoying the fruits of “Melissa’s” influence. He looked up at me barely and said, “Damn, baby...you’re wetter than ever...” and continued feeding himself with my milkiness.

I freed my breasts...golden-yellow with cocoa aureoles and hardened pea-sized nipples. I massaged them feverishly as “Melissa” kept eye contact with me...and a steady stroking rhythm on her wet pet. Her pet was LOUDLY purring with swishes of clear stickiness. I licked my lips as she stirred her hips for me. I nodded yes...and she silently knew what I wanted. She climbed onto the bed softly...causing D to stir from his feasting. He smiled and went back between my legs. “Melissa” licked, massaged, pulled my nipples with her teeth...then sucking hard on my breast. A little milk released...but she kept sucking. She was enjoying my milk a little too much, so I pushed her head away. She smiled and then kissed me deeply...better than D ever had. She pecked me one last time before giving me her nipples to suckle. I tried to swallow her...her skin so soft, and her raised nipples fitting perfectly inside my mouth. The scent of her tickling my senses...something sweet...Juicy Couture, maybe? She retreated from my pull...but only to sit on my face. I’d never tasted another woman...just my own juices. The air around me got dense with the scent of chocolate...later to be discovered as a chocolate body creme she’d used. Well, between that and the creamy, almost peach flavor of HER...I drank her like she was flavored coffee. D looked up and was astonished at the sight. He was thrown by the ease in which I’d begun delving into her...as if I’d done it before. He got so excited...he took my panties all the way off and entered me swiftly. He slid his arms around “Melissa’s” body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she bucked onto my tongue. He couldn’t have been inside of me for a minute before I gushed all over him. He stroked until he returned the favor...and before long, “Melissa’s” cum had coated my throat...me enjoying it all.

She got up and bent over...and my husband slid his dick into her. His eyes rolled back and his pecs flexed as he felt new pussy for the first time in almost four years. She looked back at him and said, “No slow strokes mothafucka...long, hard and fast!” D complied and fucked her so hard that I think she wished she hadn’t requested it. D was no slouch...his thickness was compromising the tightness of her depth and she wasn’t screaming in passion anymore. She didn’t tell him to stop, but I could tell when she went from taking it like a champ to re-adjusting herself to take him all in. I saw her nipples raise hard and decided to suck them some more as D was ramming into her. I laid down backward underneath her to play with those mounds of hers...and she took initiative to finger around in my wet spot. She kissed and licked my belly while making my insides twitch. She came first...all over D’s dick...me second, from her finger play...and D last...all over “Melissa’s” back.

It was the best sex I’d ever had...but, when D asked for her to come through again, I wondered why. I got jealous again. It had been a few months since the first time...so I clearly had gotten back into “marriage” mode. D said it would only be ONCE...but now he was begging me to bring her in. He tried to say that he loved seeing me so free and wanted to see “Melissa” and I enjoy each other. I didn’t believe him. He was sprung off her. I could tell. I complied though. I know, stupid right? Not really. “Melissa” and I had talked before I decided on a second go-round and she made sure I knew that it was ME she longed to taste again. The third time, it was I who’d requested her presence...and in hungry, greedy man fashion...D agreed. Each time we were together...D got excluded a little more. Then...I asked for her a fourth time.

“Baby, I was wondering if we could have “Melissa” again. What do you think?” I asked, softly. I was hoping to use my wifely submissive voice to cajole him into another tryst with my new piece of pussy. He looked at me as he was getting in bed and almost didn’t answer me.



“Really, Azure? Are you serious? You know...I thought I was trippin’ the last time she was here...but, I think I’m onto something. You two are into each other...and this threesome shit has become more of a twosome with me watching. What’s up with that?” He asked, his tone indicating a degree of hurt.
“Baby...come on. This was YOUR idea, remember? You wanted this and I went along with it so that you would have your desires fulfilled...now I want mine fulfilled. Is that too much?” I pleaded. He sat up and said, “Yes. Yes it is. My fantasy is done...but this isn’t a fantasy anymore Azure...this is you and this chick fucking each other on a consistent basis. I can’t have that. I’m NOT gonna compete for my wife with pussy!” he said, leaving our bed and putting his shoes on.



“Where are you going? Come on, D...you’re overreacting!” I got a little scared. He’d never left our  bed before and it hurt to see him react this way.  He turned back and said, “I’m gonna sleep in Lil D’s room until you decide what’s more important...me or HER!”



I sat up in bed alone and cried until I fell asleep somewhere between twilight and Coral’s yelling at 7am. Every time I tried to be civil with D...he ignored me. The tension was becoming an unlivable condition for me and so after two weeks of trying to work it out and show him that I loved him, I announced my decision. I walked into the den after putting the kids to bed one night and sat on the couch across from his work area. I didn’t speak right away. I got caught up with the summer’s breeze through the French door’s slight opening. Watching the thin, light-blue drapes ride on barely there winds was captivating. He finally interrupted my revelry without even looking up from his laptop’s screen. “What do you want, Azure?” I didn’t look at him either. I said, still staring at the blowing drapes...”I want “Melissa”...” He spun around...looked at the den’s door to insure it was closed and when he saw it was he said, “Are you FUCKING kidding me? TWO fucking weeks of me not saying JACK SHIT to you...showing you my stance on this thing and you come in here and choose HER? What about our family?”



This. This is the moment that a lot of people with common sense overlook when trying to bring spice into their marriage. When a woman’s intuition says...don’t...but, she does. She does because she gets accused of not being willing to do whatever it takes to please her man. She does it because she’s told that her man should never hear the word ‘no’. She does it because she wants to be the “cool ass wife” instead of the “cold ass wife” who is too frigid for such ‘freaky’ things. No one ever calculates the moment that one of the mates falls for the third part in this equation. Yet...this isn’t what THIS is about...



“Is this about me wanting her over you? Or is this about HER wanting ME over you? I mean, how dare you get indignant? This was your idea. Your introduction into our sexual repertoire...now you want to get fucking sensitive because you’re not the center of attention? ...TYPICAL damn Leo!” He got up and said, “NO...it’s about the fact that this isn’t a fantasy anymore...it’s like you’re falling for each other...” I shook my head in dismay. “D...I’m in LOVE with YOU. I don’t love that woman...I love her tongue. I love her touch. Okay? I like the free feeling that she gives me. For you it was the same, right? You wanted to freely indulge in your fantasy and you did...I complied...now, your fantasy has become mine and you’re feeling out of control? Not fair!” He said to me with a final sense of husband-ly dominance...surely expecting nothing but wifely obedience in return, “NO...NO more “Melissa”. It’s back to US...this family, this marriage...or I don’t want to be here.” ...and then he returned to his work.



I saw that he was serious and I considered his words. With that...my request for “Melissa” ended. I called her the next evening and told her thank you for her influence on mine and D’s sex life and let her know that our fantasy was over...



Fast Forward to now...4 months later...

So, when I sit across from my husband and his eyes are cold and his demeanor is strange, it’s heart-breaking when I’ve done all I can with what was asked of me to give him a life he’s been wanting. I listened to his words and wondered...”Where am I?” I am sure my eyes glassed over and I stopped “listening”...because I couldn’t really hear what was being said...even though I heard everything that was said...

“You’re not who I married. Everything we said we were going to do changed the moment you got pregnant and life seemed to stop. Sometimes, I don’t even think you want to be my wife...” This was AFTER, I’d told him of how petrified I was of marriage. This was AFTER, I’d begged him to let us wait at least 5 years into our marriage for kids...and AFTER, I’d consented to a threesome that resulted in the woman wanting me more than him. Yet, somehow he stood in front of me, forgetting the prefaces to each chapter of this story...placing blame on me for becoming everything he’d asked for.

Cautionary Lesson to women...when your gut says DON’T DO IT...DON’T! The nerve of this man to sit in front of me and blame me for things that he pressured me into doing. I said I wanted to remain with him, but in the promise of love and NOT marriage. I needed to grow into who AZURE was before becoming Mrs. Dylan Crews. What I became was a faceless, almost shapeless silhouette of his idea of me. What I want now...is my freedom. I want 90 days to myself.

“What the hell are you doing, Azure?” Big D asked me as I placed his daughter in his arms and rolled in her and Lil D’s bags. As I propped her princess bag and D’s big boy race car bag against my old home’s staircase, I said,”Leaving your children with you for a summer...”. He placed Coral down as she waddled toward Lil D...the both of them marching off into the den. In spite of having moved out over two months earlier, Coral still knew exactly what room held the toys. I’d moved into a building my mother owned after he asked me for a divorce. He wanted to remain living together as a family, but living separately in the romantic sense. Well, I may have not been crazy about being married in the first place...but, what I DO believe is quite traditional. You do NOT get to live in the charade of marital bliss while off fucking and wooing the next. I’m also PRETTY damn certain that eventually, my dating experience would be cut short by Big D’s not-so-subtle sabotage. No way. So, I told him that if he didn’t do the right thing and leave...I would. He didn’t think I’d do it. A week after separation papers were filed, my mother had offered me the chance to live in her building in a very nicely renovated apartment. The best thing was that though most of the place had an open floor plan, there were two bedrooms that were separated by a very beautiful bathroom. DONE DEAL.

I watched the kids frolic while Big D bitched.



“So what the hell are you going to do for a whole three months, Blu?” he snapped. He always called me Blu when he was pissed. I guess it was his way of disrespecting and demystifying my name. I chuckled a little and said, “Dylan...it’s none of your concern what I’ll be doing...but, I AM going to leave you with contact information and a general sense of where I’m going...” I pulled out a printed piece of paper with my location...a spa and resort in the  Stoweflake area in Vermont. A friend of mine moved from Florida to Vermont after she got married and lived 20 miles away from the spa. She offered me a chance to come and stay with her while her husband went to California on real estate business. She and I both needed the company...so it was a no-brainer.



“...the fuck? Where is this?...” he barked. “This is STUPID, Blu...you’re gonna go all the way up THERE? All the resorts, spas and shit in Florida and you’re gonna go to the mountains? I swear, if you go...I’ll file for custody under abandonment...”



I looked at him...cracked a smile and walked out, closing the door behind me. I teared up as I left my babies, but this was something I needed to do for me. Men leave all the time with “babysitter privileges” and think nothing of it. I needed this time alone. I’d built my whole world around someone who coaxed me into a life I never wanted...all for him to stamp the life out of me with that one sentence. “I want a divorce...”



He yanked the door open and yelled obscenities as I got in my car and drove off. My luggage was packed and now all I needed was for mommy to take me to the airport.



When we got to the airport in Tallahassee...my mom broke the silence that had resounded loudly throughout the ride. “Are you sure, Azure?” she asked with tears. “About the trip? Yes, mommy...I am.”  “No baby...about walking away from your kids and husband...can you live with this?” I looked at her as if she had a twin growing from her shoulder....was she serious? “Mommy...I didn’t walk away from him, I walked in the direction he pointed. He said it was over...so, I’ve learned to accept it. I’ve done nothing but give my kids a summer with their dad. I’ll call them and keep in touch with you, too...but, to answer your question...yes.”

I hugged her tightly...kissed her on the forehead and walked off into the airport’s fray. Within an hour...I was ready for boarding. Once on the plane to Vermont, I smiled. I knew what lay ahead would be one of three things for me. It would either be a breather...a way to relax and regain my stride. Or...it would be an eye-opening experience...OR it would be the worst possible mistake I’ve made to date. I didn’t feel in my gut that it was wrong to do. I’d felt more hesitancy, walking down the aisle and planning a pregnancy. This was where I needed to be...period.

The landing was smooth. The air “up there” was SO crisp and clean. It didn’t have the stench of gas, congestion and heat. It was more like outside A/C personified. The moment I stepped out of the gate, I saw my best friend since grade school...running toward me and screaming, “ZUUUUURE!”

We embraced and looked at one another...then embraced and did it at least 3 times. “Oh woooow, Leeny!!! You’re even more gorgeous than the last time I saw you!” Coraline (where I got Coral’s name from) was my twin, except for our height. I stand at 5’8”  and Leeny at 5’1”. We both boasted almond coloring and sandy blond/reddish hair. Mine was short and curly, from my recent chop...hers long and wavy. We certainly looked like we shared genes. We finally broke from the stand still we were frozen in and made our way to baggage claim. As we claimed my 2 suitcases, we yammered nonsensically...falling in sync with the way we were. We cat-walked through the gate and then the lobby, commanding attention. Every man...and a few ladies, watched our reunion scene. Once we’d exited the airport...it got real.



“This car is NICE, Leeny!!! Infiniti...your dream car!” I raved. She looked at me quickly and then back at the road and asked, “What happened, Azure?”. I silenced my chatter and watched the Stowe area’s scenery whiz by my window. The tears welled up and I said, “Life...the life he forced onto me...and the one he snuffed out once he got bored with his own created fantasy. It’s like...like, he wanted to see if he could achieve it. I’m not sure if he ended things because he wasn’t happy...or because I was some sort of experiment that failed...” I sniffled.



“No way, not that. I know you’re hurting, sis...” Coraline said as she stroked my arm with her hand and returned it to the stick shift. “...He may or may not be done with this relationship, but I don’t doubt he loved you once, even if he doesn’t anymore. You guys always seemed so happy...but, my question is what do you do now?”



This was a good question...but for now, all I wanted to do was enjoy this trip, so that’s what I said. “I just want to enjoy these 90 days...”. To that end, Leeny kept driving until we pulled into her driveway.

Her home was splendid. The house’s stone and stucco facade, mixed beautifully with the surrounding environment. The picture windows gave the home a modern look...while the stones, woods and stucco lent an earthy ambiance to the home’s overall presence. The garage lifted and she drove in and parked. Before exiting her car she looked at me and said, “Well, here we are. We’ll just go in and get situated and then we’ll drive to the resort tomorrow. We’re staying in adjoining rooms so that we both can have privacy and still have pajama parties...” We both chuckled and got out of the car.



Once in, the house just continued to get more amazing. The gourmet kitchen, the massive family room, the living room that had comfortable furniture but still looked like something out of a magazine...it was gorgeous. She helped me lug a bag into the guest room and then brought me back downstairs so we could have dinner. Leeny, clearly had taken to the wife role very well. Before she married...she could barely open a can without cutting herself or chipping a nail. NOW...she’s cooking up crab cakes, Nicoise salads and homemade bruschetta...I’m so impressed.

After scarfing down her meal and drinking wine and laughing, we coordinated our itinerary together. We would be staying at the resort for a month (on a very generous comp from Leeny’s husband’s company). Once we’d sufficiently basked in the spa’s services and serenity, I’d spend the last 60 days at Leeny’s until her husband, Garrett came back from his trip.



When I showered, washed my hair and slipped into my robe, I decided to sit down and call the kids. It was only 9ish and I figured that at least Lil D would be up playing video games with his dad. I climbed into the high queen-sized bed using the wooden step stool on the floor. I looked at my phone and exhaled. I dialed Big D.



“Hello?” Big D said with an attitude. “Hey, D...how are the kids?” I asked. I was expecting his answer to be sarcastic or spiteful, but he surprised me with, “They’re good. Coral cried a little after you left...well, a LOT. She wouldn’t go to sleep unless Lil D sang her that song you sing...” I sniffled a little. I went to ask if Lil D was up, when Big D said, “Come home, Azure. I promise we’ll work it out. I’m not mad. I just want for us to be like we were before...” I got choked up and almost let out a sob, but I remembered that this probably was less about his wanting me and more about his not knowing what I had in mind to do while here. He felt out of control and that was scary for him...fun for me.



“D...I’ll be home in 89 days. Give me this...” He yelled and disrupted the calm that was between our two lines. “GIVE you this? You TOOK it. You’re THERE!! Are you there with some man? How do I know you’re even WITH Coraline? Chicks lie for each other all of the time...” His litany got tiresome and because I already knew where this is coming from, I decide to end the conversation. “Good night, D...please kiss the kids for me.” ::end call::



For an hour or more, he called and text me until I finally turned the phone off. I had to call my mother and give her Leeny’s home phone number for emergencies for when I had to cut my phone off again. He was trying to confuse me and I was OVER his games. Tomorrow was a new day...a beginning of my summer’s fun.



Bright and early, Leeny and I had packed our bags into her car and had headed back in the direction of Stoweflake’s Spa and Resort. We’d planned and made appointments for mani/pedis, massages, saunas and even hair and facials. Weekly we’d do maintenance and daily we’d find activities to get into. Today’s activity was just poolside relaxation after our spa time.  We got to our rooms, checked in and changed into the robes provided and reported to the first appointment of the day. Having a full day of relaxation and pampering was beyond wonderful and felt deserving. Yet, I knew that once we’d settled into our chairs, Leeny would start with the questions...one of which caught me off guard.



“So, you gave him his fantasy didn’t you?” She accused. Coraline Evans knew me better than anyone. When Big D had asked for the threesome, I called her a day later and asked her opinion. She told me how she felt...that it was up to me and only me...but that she felt that marriage was a safe haven between a man and a wife and that no one should come between them. I introduced a small biblical tidbit about how, “the marital bed couldn’t be defiled”...but, she assured me that it wasn’t including 3rd parties. “Would that not be adultery?”, she questioned. After that, I chose to keep the experience to myself.

“Yes...I did.” I responded somewhat shamefully. She sighed a little and then said, “Do you think the threesome played a role in your marriage’s end? Or do you think this is unrelated issues surfacing?”.  I really wasn’t sure. I mean, damn...I honestly didn’t know what the issue was. I thought I’d given him everything he asked of me. I couldn’t figure out if THAT was the problem...or if he simply woke up one day and didn’t love me anymore. “Leeny, I don’t know. All I know is that I feel run over. Now, can we get back to the spa experience? I clearly recall putting a moratorium on discussing my personal life.” I snapped. “Whoa...I’m just trying to get you to a point of relaxation, because truthfully...you can decide not to talk about it all you want. The REAL question is does your hush mode include  the hushing of your mind...” she said as she sipped her seltzer water. I gave her a quick evil eye and then decided to keep my comment to myself. There was nothing good to come from continuing this convo. Like sisters, Coraline and I had our knock down-drag out fights and made up moments later...but, I didn’t want to test the waters since it had been a while since we spent more than a few hours in each other’s company. THIS was supposed to be a decompression...not a prize fight.



After we finished getting our manis and pedis, I decided to take a walk. Leeny decided to stay and soak up the sun by the pool. GOOD...I was still borderline irritated with her. I put on a short sundress and a pair of gladiator sandals and left for the pathway I was directed to.  The views were scenic and God-inspired. I allowed my mind to wander as the surrounding fauna shifted into everyday things. A bed of flowers, colored the same as Coral’s blanket...reminded me of missing my baby girl. A couple in a motorized cart reminded me of Lil D’s “vroom” sounds. I was deluded with reminders of home. I got misty-eyed and stopped short. I must’ve put the brakes on too hard...because I rolled my ankle. “SHIT!” I yelled. I found a stone bench and sat down holding my throbbing pain. I burst into tears. I got mad at myself immediately. “No...shake it off Azure! This is NOT what you’re here for! No tears, no bitching and moaning. NO! Fun, relaxation, rejuvenation! THAT is the goal!” I said aloud.



“Sounds good...” he said. I wasn’t even startled. More like annoyed with the disruption. “Excuse me? Is that your NORMAL practice...intrude on people’s conversations?” I said harshly. He laughed at me and said, “...conversations with one’s self? I suppose I would be intruding. Excuse me for being rude. I apologize to you...and yourself...”



I cracked up laughing. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry...what kinda wacko must “I” sound like?” He shook his head as if to plead for me not to beat myself up. He extended his hand, “Good afternoon...I’m Jackson.” I looked at him for the first time, seeing his cinnamon brown skin and chiseled jawline. He stood at more than 6ft and smelled of sweat and cocoa butter. I smiled and said, “My name is Blu...”



::heavy-breaths fill the air::



Jackson’s dick was so good. I moaned with genuine satisfaction as I deeply inhaled the length of him until the head hit my throat. I choked on it with pleasure and used the drool from my greed to jerk the bottom of his shaft with my hand. He nutted with intensity down my throat and I closed my eyes, reared my head back and licked my lips. He snatched me up, threw my sundress up and removed my panties with a yank. He bent me over and planted his face into my ass causing me to release a loud “ugh”. His tongue seemed like it was the length of my entire entrance. It felt like the tip of his tongue was on my clitoris while he managed to catch and swallow the mess I was making with the rest. LONG tongue tricks from clit to lips was making me light-headed. I wanted to scream for him to stop but I forgot his name. “Man...uhhhh, mmmmm sir...” I was stuttering as I reached behind me to push him off. He grabbed my hand and held it there which made me fall forward onto my other elbow. “Shiiiit...” I cried as I made a sound that could only be described as a short, high-pitched yelp...something like Prince. He was doing this back and forth motion, almost like he was rolling and unfurling his tongue on my lips. It felt like he was rubbing his member in between my folds. Then...this GIFTED man...stuck his tongue like 3 inches into my space and tongue-fucked me. Just as I was about to cum, he retrieved his oral weapon and cinched my clit between his lips and sucked the cum right out of me.



Not to waste a minute...he stood up, pulled me to the edge of the bed, propped me up, with the sleight of a magician’s hand...gloved his love stick and entered into me with a splash. My wetness fought against his forward thrust...juiciness spewing and covering my inner thighs and the front of him. My legs were weak, but I couldn’t let this man get the upper hand. I rocked back and forth, swiveling my hips onto his pumps. My whole body responded with feverish quivers, nipples so hard they hurt, and splayed toes.



[PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP]



He pounded my cake so well that my icing melted all over...glazing him and me. When he came, he went balls deep and held it there. Filling me with circumference, length and force...I shook until he pulled out slowly...which made me cum AGAIN! Depleted and dazed...I remained in the doggy position long after he’d took his hands off of me. I couldn’t move. I moaned lightly into the sheets of his bed until he showed mercy on me and wiped me down from behind. Well...his efforts to clean me up only stirred the nymphomania in me. I began winding my bottom against the cool and damp hand towel he was using. “Oh, you want more, huh?” he asked rhetorically. He unsheathed his sword and slid into me again. “Yes....mmmmm, yea. Fuck it like that again” I pleaded like a hungry animal.



This went on for another hour...and into the rest of his stay which was 2 weeks afterward. Everyday after Leeny and I did our routine, we broke for a couple of hours or less. I ended up in Jackson’s room, Leeny just indulged in the spa’s services or the activities offered. Jackson’s dick seemed to be JUST the thing I needed. I realized that in all the times I’d made love to Big D...he’d never really hit the deepest parts of me. My body was Jackson’s for 2 weeks...and he managed to touch every sensitive spot on my body in that time, while Big D had clearly only reached one or two. Jackson could blow gently on my nipple and my clit would vibrate involuntarily with excitement. I was drenched in my own cum before I left his room everyday.



When he finally left to return home...I went into withdrawal. His addictive touch had me confused and feeling abandoned. I masturbated incessantly while thinking of him and his sweet mouth and thick pipe.

“Azure...are you okay? You don’t look well...” Leeny observed. “...You were on a high for a couple of weeks but now you seem “off”. Do you want to talk about it?” she asked with concern. I hadn’t told her of my daily rendezvous with Jackson. I didn’t want her to think I was ditching her for dick...even though I was. I finally told her the details...and she came clean with some details of her own. She’d been fucking her masseuse. Happy endings all around, I see. She confided that her husband’s “business trip” was really a mutually decided time out for the both of them. I guess that “glitter” wasn’t golden.



By the time my 61st day had come around...Garrett had returned home from his “business” trip. He asked Leeny to work things out and she agreed. At that point, it was senseless for me to remain. Two months had been long enough and honestly, I was missing my babies. Big D had gotten used to the idea of me being gone and had made peace with it. He’d allowed for me to peacefully call whenever I wanted to speak to the kids. I’d even used Skype to see the kids and spend time before bed. Now, it was time to go home and face the music. The truth was that I DID have a family. I may not have planned for these things, but I had them nonetheless. I needed to head home. So, I returned to Florida on my 63rd day in Vermont.

My mother picked me up and grilled me on my trip. I gave her the clean version...plenty of fresh air, exercise, and girl talk with Coraline. She seemed satisfied that I hadn’t stayed the entirety of the summer...forever the optimist, my mother. She dropped herself off at home as I drove my own car back to the house to pick up the kids. The moment I pulled up, Big D exited the front door. I expected tension and questions, but I received an ushering hand on the small of my back into the house. He embraced me and said, “I missed you, Azure...I really did. I’m not even going to waste time bullshittin’...come back? Please?” he begged with tears.



This is where I ask myself what I want. RIGHT HERE...in the midst of the moment that a woman waits for after she’s been dumped by her love. The return of the released butterfly...back where it belongs. Do I take him back because HE wants back in...or do I take him back because this is where I want to be. As I was running these rationalizations through my mind, he did something that made the decision easier. He sat down on the chair near the door...pulled me close and began sucking air over my nipples through the fabric of my silk shirt. The cool sensation made immediate moisture between my thighs. I closed my eyes and held his head closer. He slid his hands up my khaki mini skirt and rolled my panties down to my ankles. Never opening my eyes, I let him. I heard his pants unzip and then he lowered me down onto him. He bounced me up and down as he stroked upward into my pool of warmth and sweet. He bit my nipples through my shirt and I felt my orgasm rise from my toes to my belly and then back down onto him. He came inside of me and held me tightly as he cried my name, “Azure...baby, I’m sorry. Don’t take this away from me.”



I kissed his forehead, then the tip of his nose and then his lips. I stood to my feet, picked up my underwear and placed them back on. He saw this and could feel the letdown coming. He dropped his head into his hands and sobbed. “I know...it’s over...”



I took him by the hand and said, “Let’s go upstairs...” He looked up and said, “Huh?”. I smiled and said, “...I don’t need 90 days...do you?” He wiped his nose, stood up and said, “Nope...it took me 90 minutes after you left to know that all I need is you.” I snatched him close and kissed him. “Good...don’t ever forget it.”

An Interview with Sable Jordan: How WHET is her Ink?

As some of you may know I did an anthology not too long ago headed up by Ms. Sable Jordan...a lovely friend of my buddy Katlynne Lasalle. "Summer Heat" was compiled by Ms. Jordan and aside from her own sweet offering there was mine, Kat's and Perri Forrest's. You HAVE to read it. It's downloadable...it's FREE...and it's FIRE! 

Here's a little sexy convo between Sable and I...

KWEEN: Firstly, tell the readers a bit about yourself.

SABLE: Thanks for having me, Kween! *waves* And hi to all the readers. Thanks for swinging by to check your girl out. The nut in a nutshell: I’m a writer of multi-cultural erotica and seductive romances, and whatever else comes to mind.  Tattooed vixen. Wicked humorist. Incurable humanist.  Proud geek! Closet badass! *Shhh* Lover of pit bulls, fast cars, all music, and candy.  

KWEEN: *GEEKS UNITE!!* HAHA! We must be kin ;) So, When was the first time you realized you wanted to be a writer? 

SABLE: I always knew I wanted to INK, it just took a while to get back to it. Like most writers, you start off with this urge to write as a kid, and then the pesky bits of life—i.e. paying bills, finding a job, hiding bodies…you know, the usual—get in the way and you have to find the time to put pen to pad.

KWEEN: I get you to the core, my sister of the pen! What are three “must haves” you need in order to write?

SABLE: I usually have some sort of music playing, candy in the general vicinity, and at least 5 minutes. I don’t even need my laptop, just a pen and some scrap paper and I’m gonna max those 5 minutes out jotting down ideas or snarky dialogue in between folding clothes and walking the dogs and solving everyone else’s crisis!  Then it’s just a matter of piecing the puzzle together.

KWEEN:  I appreciate anyone who still uses pen and paper! Nice! On to your short, Shaken and Stirred, is it your first published piece?

SABLE: The version of S&S that I included in the Summer Heat anthology is my second published work, and I guess that makes the extended version of the story my third. Both of those are available FREE through Smashwords and should be out through Amazon and BN.com soon. But I popped my publishing cherry *giggles* in March of this year with Different Shades of Gray, which is out through eXcessica publishing.

KWEEN: I wanna be you when I grow up! :D ...You had 7500 words to get S&S written. Can you sum it up in one sentence?

SABLE: That’s evil, you do know that, right, Kween?  Okay, here goes: A secret agent gets the cum spanked out of her by the villainous mastermind at a BDSM party on his yacht.  Yep. That just about sums it up.

KWEEN: Now THAT was evil! LOL You're such a damn tease, Sable!! Okay, time for a little association game. First word to come to mind. Ready?

SABLE: Incidentally, this was a lot less stressful when the tables were turned. Okay, ready…

KWEEN: Silk

SABLE: Panties

KWEEN: Chocolate

SABLE: Cock... I know this is against the one-word-rule, but I gotta say, naturally chocolate or covered in it; I’m easy either way… Okay. Cock—final answer. Sorry. Where were we?

KWEEN:  **giggling**...Honey

SABLE: Dripping…

KWEEN: Whet

SABLE: INK! *message!* 

KWEEN: Soft

SABLE: Harder. (Pretty please? I’m nothing if not polite.)

KWEEN:  ::SPANK:: Quit it, bad ass! lol ...So I hear tale you’re pretty proud about one of your marketing strategies. Care to share it with us?

SABLE: Proud is putting it mildly. I’m not really the pat-myself-on-the-back type, but I’m in love with my tagline—Stories so Whet, you’ll want to Lick My INK! *toot toot* I think it speaks to what I write, how I write, and who I am as a writer. I grappled with an idea for a tag for almost 3 weeks, but nothing stood out. And then it just hit me in the middle of the night one morning (yes, you read that right) and I hopped up from a warm bed and a nice dream that I’m sure involved chocolate cocks and was like, “By Joe, I think I’ve got it!” Anyhow, I wrote it down and then sent out a text to my inner circle at the unholy hour of 4am. The return messages were basically “Yaay! Now, unless you’re on fire, TAKE YO ASS TO BED!” *shrugs*

KWEEN:  See, we're definitely related...my best thoughts come at night, in the morning. lol How do you come up with your characters? Random creations, people you know, or reflections of you?

SABLE: A clever combination of the three. It’s a guarantee one of my characters, no matter the book, is going to say something snarky. That’s the “me” infusion. It might be subtle for the more serious works, but it’s in there. I might also insert a trait from someone from way back, but for the most part, I just make ‘em up. *disclaimer: any likeness to anyone I went to school with, grew up with, or dated is a complete coincidence. Scout’s honor. 

KWEEN:  All right, let’s give the readers a taste of Shaken & Stirred.

SABLE: Gladly! *ahem* And now, for your literary perusal, I give you a Lick from S&S:

blurb: Secret agent Kizzie Baldwin has a mission with a simple objective: Steal a formula while attending the festivities on the villainous Xander Duquesne's luxury yacht. There's just one problem—she has no idea it's a BDSM party.  Dom and criminal mastermind Xander is a man who likes to be prepared. But the unexpected run-in with Kizzie throws him for a loop. Will he give her what she came for, or a little something extra?
             
...The crowd cheered, the rising excitement egging the pair in the circle on.  The woman continued to scream; the man continued his assault, alternating between rough smacks and soft caresses with his bare hand over her blushing flesh. Before long she was facing Kizzie, revealing a multitude of clothespins—one clamped on each nipple, the rest outlining her belly, pulling the skin.  He flicked his hand over the grippers and the shrieks hit a pained pitch.

“Why isn’t someone stopping this?” Kizzie hadn’t meant to speak, but something needed to be done. She took a step forward when Xander stopped her with an arm around her middle, holding her firm.

“Ah-ah-ahhh.  You know the rules, don’t you, Princess? Never interrupt a scene.”

The man tugged on a clothespin, stretching the connected nipple and bringing a barrage of cries from his playmate.

“He’s hurting her,” Kizzie said through clenched teeth.  Intel suggested Xander had a sadistic streak, but this was barbaric!

“Safe, sane, and consensual.  A Master would never do anything not agreed upon with his submissive,” he assured.  “And if he did, it’s my place to step in, not yours.”

Well, step in already, dammit!  The woman screeched and Kizzie cringed, unable to comprehend why someone wouldwant to do this.  A slap on the butt in the middle of sex was one thing, but this? This was too much…wasn’t it?

Years ago when she was just a green agent, Kizzie was in her kitchen deciding on dinner when the guy she’d been dating smacked her on the ass hard enough to make her eyes tear.  Without thought she lifted her heel and connected with his groin and then flipped him over her shoulder, landing him flat on his back. He was straddled and his neck pinned to the ground by her forearm two seconds after.  The terrified confusion blanketing his face was the only thing that made Kizzie back off.  No surprise the relationship ended minutes later, but the wetness between her thighs came as a huge shock.

Doomed before it started, that relationship. A love life was a professional hazard for an agent, all the secrets and unexplained disappearances. That’s why Bond kept so many sexy girls handy, she reasoned.  Mr. “Martini—shaken, not stirred” sure as hell didn’t go home to the old ball and chain. Nope, stick and move; bang her and on to the next one. Classic Bond, and Kizzie had long ago determined to follow his lead.  With an aptitude to recall miniscule bits of detail, she considered it a gift when she didn’t remember a lover’s name, infrequent as they were.

Satisfied moans brought her attention back to the woman whose expression was almost trancelike in its euphoria.

“That’s a good girl,” the man in the circle cooed.  His fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy; juices oozed down her leg.  A flick of a latch released her from the pole and she dropped to her hands and knees.  He patted her ass.  “Who wants some?”

The crowd swarmed her, hands probing, touching.  Her Master stood nearby, orchestrating as people went about stuffing the girl’s every orifice. She deep-throated one guy while a woman shoved a vibrator into her pussy. Others removed the clothespins from her body, lapping at the pinched skin. She jerked with every touch to her hypersensitive flesh.

The stimulation was too much for Kizzie, and damn if the team wasn’t getting it all on tape. How would she ever explain this to Connolly?  Still, she didn’t look away.

“Stats,” Solomon warned.

But her adrenaline was pumping for an entirely different reason.  Blood thundered in her ears, her vision blurred.  Soft whimpers pushed through the fog and it took her a moment to realize she was making the noises.

“You want to go next, Princess?” Xander’s hand splayed possessively over her belly. Body pressed the length of hers, he ground his semi-erect cock against her ass. In a rough whisper he said, “I’d be happy to tie you up and spank you.  I think you’re a very naughty girl.”

Someone in the group roared his orgasm, forcefully driving his hips into the sub’s mouth.

Feeling Xander’s dick rising behind her, Kizzie fought to control her breathing, calling on training that had never failed but was now stretched to its limit.

“Salters is mobile,” Gale said as the sub was lifted onto a waist-high platform the size of a card table. They laid her on her back and secured each limb to one of four posts on the corners, exposing her swollen mound to all comers. Her head hung off the edge, and immediately her mouth was filled with another cock.

Kizzie had to leave or the shred of control she’d wrangled would snap.  Salters….  She turned to face Xander, leaning dangerously close to his mouth, fingers on his lower abs flirting with the band of his pants.  “Yeah, I’m a bad girl. But there’s one problem.”

He licked his lips.  “What’s that?”
“You’re not my Master.”  Kizzie pulled away and moved through the crowd.  There was a contact to meet and a mission to finish. And she needed to do both before she came on herself.

KWEEN:  Well DAYUM!! ~whew~ Let me get myself together...::ahem:: Okay, What can readers expect next from you?

SABLE: August 5th I drop my next story, The Doxy’s Daybook. It’s…unapologetic. It’s a book I’ve been working on for a while and one that I kept tinkering with until I finally felt like I’d done right by the character, Roz, who is also the narrator. I did a final read through a couple days ago and that “Oooh, yeah…” feeling settled over me, so I’m excited about it. So excited I’ll be interviewing my character on my blog sometime soon. *girlie squeal*

And then there’s the follow-up(s) to Shaken & Stirred.  My characters wouldn’t stop so a series is born! Wallbanger will be out in October, and if everything goes well, Sake Bomb will be out by January or February of next year.  (Hey, that’s an exclusive, too, Kween! You’re the first with the title to book three!)  Readers can expect at least 7 new Sable Jordan titles between now and next March!

KWEEN:  I feel SO special!! *cheesing* This is all so VERY cool!! Where can we find you and your books?

SABLE: You can always come chill with me on Facebook or Twitter, or even Goodreads. Just look up Sable Jordan and follow the tits and tats. LOL!  My Dripping Whet INK blog is www. sablejordan.blogspot.com, and my website is www.sablejordan.com.  That’s where updates about my stuff are kept.  And you can find my work on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and AllRomanceEbooks.com to name a few.

KWEEN:  So basically...you're EVERYWHERE! lol ...Okay, you’re the first settler on planet Hedonism. Who or what do you pack to go with you?

SABLE: Mr. Jordan, my *ahem* “better” half, ‘cause he’d kill me if I left him behind. Plus he satisfies the chocolate cock criteria, leaving room for Good Vibes’ “pleasure” lube (love that stuff), umm…a couple of other fun toys I won’t go into detail about or you’ll know the precise contents of my naughty drawer; lots o’ food (a girl’s gotta eat); a couple bottles of red; candy (I don’t function without my candy); and a toothbrush.

KWEEN:  HYGIENE! Love it! LOL ...Last question: Boxers, Briefs, or Commando?

SABLE: Cum…er…Commando! At Christmas, do you really give a shit about that pretty wrapping paper, or are you trying to get to the newest whodawhutsit Apple’s put out, hmm?  But I guess if the boxers or briefs are made of chocolate… LOL!

KWEEN: YES...it is confirmed. SISTERS fa SHO!! She's SO good at being bad...don't you just LOVE her?


Don’t forget to get your FREE copies of our anthology, Summer Heat, and the extended version of my short, Shaken& Stirred! And join me August 5th for the release of The Doxy's Daybook! Thanks again for having me, Kween, and thanks to everyone for Licking My INK!

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Over and out...;)