No matter how many years pass or how many times our respective lives change I find myself perpetually drawn back to the same man. We’ve never had a relationship in the traditional sense and the odds are very much against that ever happening but we are tried and true friends to the point that the term “soul mates” frequently crosses my mind.
During our friendship (with benefits) he has ventured off in to relationships with other women and I, being chronically single by choice, back away. My intent has always been to let him find happiness and completion if it’s out there for him. We keep in touch but I keep my distance so my presence in his life doesn’t muddy the waters. I have no doubt that if any woman became jealous of me and told him to chose between us, he would send her packing. Since he’s younger than me and marriage and children could still be possible for him, I don’t want to stand in his way. The problem is that he always seems to chose partners with whom he is destined to fail to the point that I often wonder if he’s purposefully setting himself up for that inevitable failure.
He’s been single again for several months now and we jumped right back in to our thing. The attraction between us is mystifying. I have never wanted to be with a man so much before in my life. The spark never fades no matter how much we grow and change.
We live a good distance apart and since I needed to be in his town for work this week, I went to see him. I would spend the night at his place so that I could attend an early morning meeting a few miles from his place. From the moment I walked through the door I could tell that something was different. The sexual tension was seeping from his pores like the visible fumes around a gas pump. It was heavy and almost unsettling.
He surprised me with a primal and aggressive advance that was completely unlike him and I melted in to it like it was the thing that I’d been waiting for all of my adult life. Our intimacy was wild and rough and I was overwhelmed by his level of passion. Then, things took another interesting turn. By his urging, we touched more intimately and sensually than we ever had before and slept in each others arms.
I don’t know what this evolution means for us but I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes! If it continues, I might find myself rethinking my chronically single status and giving that “real relationship” idea more thought.
When an Italian boy from Boston is accepted to a prestigious music conservatory in Dublin, he finds more than bargained for. He was trying to find his musical passion but, in the process, he found his soul mate. Together, they experience desire and passion that he never thought possible. All he needs now is to find a way to keep her.
Heartbreak High is a dark high school romance set in Los Angeles, California. Meena is a Jersey girl who finds herself immersed in the glamorous and often seedy lifestyle of the LA teens when her aunt, entertainment lawyer, Tess Harlow takes custody of her after the death of her mother. There are many words that can be used to describe Tess Harlow, but role model is not one of them.
Jake Aldridge is the son of a has been actor who makes a hobby of marrying and divorcing rich LA women. His fathers penchant for failed marriages lands Jake in a new house and school every few years.
Meena is different from the other girls at Heartbreak High, as the kids call it. She’s earthy, athletic, and quiet and Jake is instantly attracted to her.
Meena finds Jake’s bad boy persona enticing and can’t resist his good looks and charm so the two begin a steamy relationship almost instantly.
In a world of sex, money and excess a stable relationship is the thing of fairy tales and it doesn’t take long for these two to encounter trouble in their private paradise.
With no solid role models and superficial friends, how can they possibly correct their course and find a way to be happy together? Is it even worth it to try?
There’s nothing better than finding love (or lust) in the most unlikely of places and that’s exactly what happens to Kate in Under ‘Raps’ –
As the single mother of a teenage girl, Kates love life in non-existent. She’d had her share of hard times and heartache and has made it a life mission of keeping her daughter, Tori, from following in her footsteps.
When Tori begs Kate to let her go to a club for a concert, she reluctantly agrees, but sets a strict curfew which Tori breaks. Kate has no idea that her daughters missed curfew will bring her face to face with a man so sexy she’s incapable of resisting his charms.
Nicholas Under is the lead of a local hip hop group called “Under Raps”
– She’s a single mother with a successful design firm. He’s a struggling local rapper – She’s in her mid-thirties. He’s in his mid-twenties
**but this unlikely pair find themselves instantly attracted to each other in a way that neither can resist!
Ava wiped her tears as she stood in the doorway of
her childhood bedroom. This was the last she’d see it as her own. She snapped
her fingers and her dove, Anona, flew to her shoulder.
She turned to the servant and said, “Place her perch
in the wagon with my things.”
She hugged the King and the Queen then stroked the
face of her adopted brother, beaming when he smiled at her touch.
“I love you both and thank you for providing me with
such a grand childhood!” she said.
“We’ll see you in a few days, little dove. We’ll be
there for the wedding!” the King told her.
“I love you, dove child, and one day I’ll call you
Queen!” the Queen told her.
Ava took her place inside the carriage and looked
straight ahead. She couldn’t shed another tear. All of that crying made her
head hurt and the bouncing of the carriage would surely be headache enough.
She was escorted by a small party. Colm drove her
carriage while four soldiers walked along side. The wagon that carried the
girls belongings was driven by her childhood friend and first love, Pallomin.
The boy had insisted that he be allowed to see her safely to her destination.
His heart still beat wildly for her but he knew that she would never be his. He
wasn’t bred from royal blood.
They were deep in the forest and Ava had fallen
asleep. She woke when the carriage halted so quickly that she was bucked right
out of her seat. As her head cleared, she heard voices coming from the road. An
argument was ensuing. She slid to the
door and opened it just a crack so that she could hear more clearly.
“We are in route to the Kingdom of Coyote by order
of the King of Doves. You have no right to detain us!” Colm said.
Ava was leaning against the door when she lost her
hold and it flew open sending her out to the ground with a thud. She was too
embarrassed to feel fear as the arguing stopped and all eyes were upon her.
“Damn, girl!” Colm scolded.
“What is this? A gift for the Coyote King?” A man
dressed in green exclaimed. He walked toward Ava but the two guards on her side
of the carriage closed ranks in front of her. The man in green stuck out his
tongue and tasted the air. “Smells like royalty,” he croaked.
Ava got to her feet and dusted herself off, “I am
Ava, Princess of Doves! And who are you, green man?”
“Kanuna, young dove. I am the King of Frogs. I could
hear your party’s approach from miles away. I was just telling your driver that
this path isn’t safe,” the portly man in green replied.
“It’s my pleasure to meet you, King Kanuna, and I
appreciate your concern but there is no other path to the realm of Coyote and
we need to get there with haste,” Ava replied.
“Such a pretty dove,’ Kanuna told her, ‘It would be
a shame to lose you to the Crow Horde but that’s exactly what will happen if you
don’t turn back.”
“I have no enemies in the Faction of Crow and we
have no desire to turn around so, if you please, kind King, let us pass,” Ava
smiled at the little fat man.
“At your peril, young dove. At your peril,” the Frog
King croaked as he stepped out of the road.
“Ava, the men are tired. Perhaps we should listen to
the Frog King and bed down here for the night. We can start fresh in the
morning. It might not be best to travel up the mountain at night,” Colm told
her.
“Alright, we can stop. We just can’t turn back,” the
girl replied.
The thought of marrying Yutu frightened her. She did
find the boy attractive and he seemed pleasant but she knew nothing of the
Coyote people. Her greatest fear wasn’t of living among the coyote. Her
greatest fear was of her wedding night. Like all good little doves, she hadn’t
been touched by a man save for some hand holding and a few stolen kisses from
Pallomin.
As her wedding grew closer, her mother sat her down
to discuss the activities that would be expected of her on her wedding night.
Before that, she hadn’t even considered the idea. Her mother explained that she
would be frightened and that it might be painful at first but that if she could
relax, she would grow to enjoy her husbands’ touch. She told her that one day,
she would crave the feeling of him inside her. The girl blushed at the very
idea. She’d never seen a naked man and wished that she had. She wanted to know
if Yutu looked different from Dove men. Her mother scolded her for having such
wild thoughts and cautioned her that no man would allow her to gaze at his body
without expecting her to give him pleasure. Of course, she wasn’t planning to
solicit a man to show her his goods but with her impetuous nature, her mother
couldn’t take any chances.
She laid back down on the carriage bench and slowly
drifted back to sleep. She cradled her dove on her chest and tried to dream
about soaring above the countryside. The dream didn’t come. Only darkness.
This time it was the rocking of the carriage that
woke her. It was still dark but they were moving again! The road was more rocky
than it was before and the carriage wheels cracked and moaned as the ascended
the rough terrain. She wanted to know why they were moving but with the
carriage in motion, she couldn’t open the door to ask to the guards so she
settled back in her seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t want her prince to see
her weary and sleep deprived.
She woke again when the carriage came to a halt.
“It’s too soon for us to be there,’ she thought, ‘The sun hasn’t risen.”
She heard movement outside and reached for the door
but it flew open before her hand graced the handle. She gasped at the sight of
the intruder. He was a tall, thin man all dressed in black.
“Come, dove!” he demanded, clutching her arm and pulling
her out of the carriage.
Her feet landed hard on the rocky soil and she
opened her mouth to scold him but the words wouldn’t form. She was too busy
staring at Colm, Pallomin, and the four guards who were kneeling in the road
with their hands bound and their mouths gagged. The Frog King had been right.
The Crow Horde had ambushed the party while the guards slept.
“What is the meaning of this?” she scolded the crow
who still had hold of her.
“Quiet dove! You can tell your story to the King!”
he snarled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up over his
shoulder. She kicked her feet and punched at his back.
“Drop me you scavenger! My father will have your
head!” she cried.
He merely grunted and yelled, “Take the party to the
prison. I’ll deliver the dove.”
“Deliver me where?” Ava cried, still pounding on the
tall mans’ back but he paid her no mind and continued up the mountain. He
carried her through a thrush of trees and then to a clearing where fires were
burning. She lifted her head and saw a village comprised of grass covered huts.
“Crows nests,” she mumbled.
He carried her though the village and in to a hole in the cave wall. The inside walls were lined with torches that lit his way. He stopped twenty feet inside the cavern and pounded on a thick door. She heard the loud groan of its hinges as it swung open and a rush of warm air hit her exposed legs.
She could see the things behind him as he proceeded
on his quest. First, the doors. They were tall and round creating a barrier
inside the cave. They were painted red and adorned with gold leaf. The floor
was polished rock that reflected the flames from the torches on the walls. It
was a cave, for certain, but it was decorated like a palace complete with grand
furnishings and silken rugs. She took it all in as the man carried her to
another door. He knocked and said, “My Lord.”
“Come!” a deep voice cried from the other side.
The man held her legs with one hand and opened the
door with the other. He stepped over the threshold and waited for his command.
“Set her down, gently, and leave us. Be sure to
secure the door. I don’t want this little dove to try and fly away,” the voice
demanded.
The man slid Ava down from his shoulder and propped her up on her feet. He took two steps back and closed the door between them. She could hear the lock fall in to place and stared at the closed door too afraid to turn and face her captor.
She heard moans coming from her left side and turned her head slightly. She face grew red. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing! A silk covered lounge sat directly beneath a torch on the wall causing the light to cast the silhouettes of two naked women. They were writhing and wiggling as they pleasured each other sexually. Ava wanted to turn away but her eyes were fixed on the women. They had dark complexions and raven hair. She’d never seen anyone like them before.
“Don’t mind them. They’re keeping themselves ready
for me,” the voice from behind her said, “We weren’t expecting company.”
The girl who was on top of the other turned her head
and looked at Ava. She smiled, then blew her a kiss.
“What is this? Some sort of sex cave?” Ava asked,
and the raven haired girls laughed at her.
She could feel the person behind her moving toward
her. Her body tensed as she felt his breath on her neck, then his hands on her
arms. He turned her to face him and when they were eye to eye he said, “This is
my chamber. I’m Lonan; the King of Crows.”
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