Shelley hung up on Blake. She had told him what she wanted him to know. The direction that the conversation had taken afterward had made her quite uncomfortable. She had yet to sort out her feelings about the events, let alone answer to someone else about them. Whatever Mr. Coffee's intentions were, he had certainly had an immediate effect on her.
She looked down at her plate. Her appetite for food had left. She knew that she needed to eat something, only she did not want to. She laid her phone on the table and picked up her plate. Shelley got up and walked her plate back to the kitchen.
At first, she sat the snacks on the counter, then moved them to the kitchen table, and finally decided the best place was the fridge. Once she put her veggies and cheese in the refrigerator, she closed the door and leaned up against up it. The cold metal touched her naked skin and caused goose bumps. She wished her appetite would return soon.
Shelley pouted and pushed herself to go back to a moment that she needed to sort out. She coaxed herself to lie down for a while and just think. Mr. Coffee had rattled her very consciousness, it seemed. She knew she would not be able to move forward until she figured out how and why. No one had successfully gotten through the maze that had protected her, before now. How he got, there was a mystery that she felt she had to solve. If only she could get past the thought of him making love to her, which was constant.
"I need a cigarette," Shelley said.
She quickly walked to her bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The sun had begun to set, and the room was quickly darkening. She reached over to her nightstand and switched on her lamp. She winced at the burst of light.
She continued to frown while she opened her nightstand drawer. She tried several times to quit smoking but never did. She had managed to cut down, but she enjoyed her habit too much to give it up altogether. Her cigarettes were in her drawer, along with other things that she liked to keep hidden. Shelley rummaged through the drawer searching for her pack.
"I need to clean this out or, at least, get it organized," Shelley mumbled.
At last, she found them, took one, and then rolled her eyes. She kept her lighter in her purse, which meant she had to get up to light it. She got up and made her way back to the living room, retrieved her lighter from her purse and lit the cigarette. She took a long slow drag on it and held it before blowing a wispy cloud from her lips.
Shelley saw a candle on the table. Deciding it was an excellent source of light for thinking, she picked it up too, lit it, and went back to her room. Again, she sat on the bed. She looked around the room absent- mindedly. Her eyes stopped on the drawer that she had left open.
She gently sat the candle down and switched off the lamp. She placed her hand on the drawer and nonchalantly caressed one of the toys that lay inside. A gel vibrator with rainbow colored glitter inside seemed to beg her to play. Shelley smiled.
She remembered when she had purchased it. She laughed all the way home because she never thought it would be possible to fit it in anywhere. She was a small but well-built woman. She was so tight, and she was unable to give birth the way mother nature intended. The vast majority of the time, a finger was more than sufficient to achieve an orgasm for her.
Shelly had avoided having an abundance of lovers for that reason as well. Dicks were like unopened buds and a woman never really knew how much one could grow. She tried to take her hand away but found herself making slow circles with her thumb around the device. She sighed.
"Get yourself together; this is not what you are supposed to be thinking. He walked as if he had the skills to stroke you senseless with that confident swagger, though. Damn, those broad shoulders, chocolate skin, and dark piercing eyes with little flecks of gold in them. Shame on you Shelley, you are violating this person. Wait a minute, he started it with that blasted coffee cup. Besides, it is just a bunch of random thoughts. There is no harm in thinking is there? It is not your fault that he that or maybe he sensed it. Either way, there are better options than sitting here waiting to get run over by a train of raw sexuality. Honestly, Shelley, you have always been the type that could enjoy an exciting train ride. Stop feeling guilty, get off the tracks, and enjoy this one." Shelley thought.
She dubbed her cigarette out in an ashtray on the stand. She let that same hand roam down over her thigh to the center of her pleasure. She was not surprised to find herself soaking wet with her engorged clitoris protruding from between her hairless lips. Shelley crawled on the bed with her ass high in the air and toy in hand. She laid her face on the pillow and hesitated while she watched the last of the smoke drift in the air.
Shelley reached under her and held the toy firmly in her hand. In this position, Shelley was on top of his lap. She closed her eyes and wiggled her buoyant hips until the tip touched her lips. She relaxed and allowed him to press past her glistening entrance. Her other hand clutched the sheets fiercely.
"I'm not about to get hit by a train or have one ran on me. I will, however, ride one until he is looking for this pussycat in broad daylight with a flashlight. Little does he know, and I already have my ticket. I can't wait to see the look in his eyes when I March right back up to where he is, by myself. Right now, I am going to explore and enjoy the endless possibilities." Shelley whispered.
© Inakat 2016
Because a real Queen doesn't bark.......she sparks!
#productive #winning #ILoveme
Shelley looked around the bedroom and sighed. She had made plans to go a party with friends. Now, she wanted to stay home alone. The solitude of her room would give her the luxury of another chance to enjoy him.
Since she could remember, she had always been a strong person. The thought of someone having an unintended effect on her libido was frightening. As always, she knew that she would not rest until she confronted it. Shelley did not know when, where, or how but she knew that fear had no permanent home in her life.
On a spur of the moment, still quaking from the shower episode, she returned to her desk. She had decided the best way to deal with him was just ask him to take down the picture and be done with it. She sat down, logged in, and found the profile. Hastily, she typed a note that she felt explained that while she appreciated the acknowledgements, she did not want that particular picture put up.
After she sent the message, she felt more relaxed. Then a thought that she had not entertained entered her mind, "That is awfully petty isn't it?" She admitted to her that indeed it was shallow and vain. However, she had yet to determine whether it was the actually the picture itself or that knowledge that it confirmed that it was not her imagination gone wild again. That somehow she was correct that she did have an impact on him and that his eyes had landed on her.
Shelley stood up; she removed the towel and laid it on the chair. She bent over, clutched the end of her desk, and peered under it. She searched for something to slip on her naked feet, before she went to find food. The only pair of shoes that were out was sexy black, open back, three-inch heels. She put them on.
Now, food was only a matter of a phone call or a trip to the kitchen. She opted to try the kitchen first. In short order found a suitable snack of fresh veggies and cheese cubes. On a whim, she decided to slice up an apple and put it on the plate with everything else. Shelley took her food and went back to the living room.
She had barely sat on the couch when she heard her computer chirp. She rolled her eyes and huffed. She rose back up and sashayed into her room. She realized her fingers were trembling when she touch the computer. Much to her relief, she saw a simple return note that agreed to take the picture down.
Before she could go further than a few words of gratitude, her cell phone rang. Shelley rested her head on her forearm for moment and then got up to answer it. She looked down at her phone screen and shook her head. It was her ex Blake and she answered.
"Hello" Shelley said.
"Hey, what you doing? I'm by your house. I want to come through if that's cool with you." Blake said.
"I just showered, grabbed a bite to eat, and I have a ton of things to do. I don't really feel like it. Maybe some other time?"
"Shit, I'm hungry too. Since when do you turn me down. I ain't trying to fuck. Just let me swoop through and lick that pussy for you. I love that noise you make when you get off. I'll be there in a few, do you need anything?"
"Yeah, I need for you to listen. I said no."
"Seriously, what you got a man now? Who are you saving that for? I know you well enough to know that you love to get that pretty body kissed and caressed."
Shelley let out a long sigh and ran her hand through her hair. Her connection to Blake should have ended a long time ago. Although it had been mutually beneficial, something had changed after seeing Mr. Unknown Coffee. Blake had been willing to give her physical fun and accepted her no strings attached condition.
Shelley had broken up with Blake because she could not tolerate the childishness that came with him. The sex was less than spectacular but sufficient, at the time. Their relation lacked chemistry and it had fizzled out just as quickly as it had started. Blake wanted her and she wanted a list of qualities that he did not have.
While Shelley knew that she would never accept a piss-poor lover, she wanted other things in a longtime partner. Passion was high on her list but so was ambition. She could never see herself committed to anyone that did not have depth and dimensions.
The ability to be both an amazing lover and equally ideal friend was not optional.
In exchange Shelley could offer all that she was and capable of becoming as well. She accepted that she was a piece of someone's puzzle. Shelley was realistic; she did not want a perfect mate. She had not bothered to go on some lengthy quest to find the other half to her.
She believed that her instinct or something would make that person clear and available. That somehow the other person would just fit into her life and vice-versa. One of the most important things to her was the room for growth together. A perfect person had no room to grow as they thought of themselves a complete thing. Shelley was a student of life in her heart and even in her passions; she knew that much about herself.
True happiness for her lay in the heart of someone that dared to be different, had self-love, and was forever on a journey to enjoy and experience new things. At the same time, like her, her other half would have the ability to accept and learn from mistakes and improve. At least that was the theory that she operated on.
A bright light came on in Shelley's head. She forgot that she was still on the phone.
"That's what I saw in his eyes! Hope, the willingness to be him and the ability to grow into whatever he is destined to be. It was a fear and tiredness of possibly going that journey alone forever. There was an absolute loneliness that others did not know, could never know, unless they were on a similar path. His eyes said love me both as what I am and as what I could be. Respect that I am not man made, but most assuredly a made man. " Shelley said.
"Well, I bet he can't do what I do for you. You're a clown if think that leaving me alone for some uppity punk is good." Blake yelled.
"What? Blake, I left you a long time ago. How quickly you forget that I did not want you. I never lied or led you on. It is over. I won't apologize; we both knew this day was coming." Shelley replied.
"So, just like that huh? Let me come get that one more time sweetheart. Okay, he fucking you just let me show that I can make you feel better than he can."
"No Blake, at the risk of repeating myself I'm done with this shit. It's not going anywhere and never was. For your information, he has never touched me, well he did, but not in a sense that you could relate to. In fact, I do not owe you an explanation other than my situation has changed and it's over between us."
"Alright, fine. Nevertheless, when you find that he is not what you want, call me. I doubt one person can handle you. Let me know when I'm back on the schedule because your "new man" is lacking."
"Don't wait by the phone Blake. I doubt he is the type to share his woman and honestly at the rate he's gotten me off today, I seriously doubt he would have any difficulty "handling" me in person. "
"Just like that for a person that you have not had. I do not you believe you. It is not like you at all. It must be nice for him. He got a sexy, insatiable little spitfire on paws, just waiting on him. When you figure out what his swindle is, you will be back. Just tell me what the deal is and I will change for you. I know I've been holding back with you, but I can dick you down until you pass out. I know mine is bigger than his."
"There is none so deaf as the person that refuses to hear. Let me make this as plain as I can then. Since I left his presence, I cannot stop thinking about him. I have known you forever it seems, and if you are going to go there, then let's keep it real. I haven't gotten to that part yet but eventually I will. He's not the "fuck you" type. He's more like passionate love making that never ends. He is so different that I don't believe it is even possible to fake this. He has without a doubt gotten me to levels I have never reached with you three times today without actually ever touching me. I don't know how big you think your dick is, but he's been making love to me all day from across town. You have to be in the same room bare minimum okay? You cannot compete. This is not physical; it is something that we never had."
"What is that, Shelley? Please tell me."
"It's spiritual. It's the beginning of that kind of relationship that you pray for. A cosmic connection succeeds time and space. It is the kind of thing that you don't have to change for because just having it in your life changes you. It is kind, supportive; it is forgiving, and made to endure all things. It is… it is…"
Shelley could not finish her sentence. The insight made her feel as though she were standing on the tracks with the bright light of a train coming towards her unable to move. The nervousness from earlier returned to an unusual extent. She smiled and a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was alone and as delicate and precious as a one single rose in bloom.
"Do you love him Shelley? You are talking as if you love him." Blake said.
"Just as he is and for all that he might ever be to me…" Shelley answered.
© Inakat 2016
#justhewayyou #growwithme #multi-dimensional #Cusoon #babybackhome
When Shelley came back to reality, the sun was setting. She snickered at her uncalled for but much desired escapade. She was temporarily pleased and relaxed. Then she decided a shower and a bite to eat would be good to round off this unusual day.
She stretched and sat up on the bed, before she swung her feet to floor. It took her little time to make her way to the bathroom and gather her things. She generally liked to indulge in a luxurious bath, so that she could lounge. This time the deep ache of hunger easily convinced her that a shower would move her schedule along.
Shelley turned on and adjusted the temperature of the water, removed her soggy panties, and then slid the etched glass door all the way back. She glanced in the mirror before she stepped inside the bath, and gently pulled the door closed behind her. The water rained down on her nakedness and tapped a rhythm over her face, neck,nipples. and tummy.
Shelley reached for the moisturizer liquid soap, poured some into her hands, and began to spread it down the length of her figure. A cloud of steam enveloped her. She then took the soft loofah that laid aside the tub and started to scrub her from face to feet. She rinsed her and repeated the process.
Once she finished, Shelley slid her hand over her plump hill of treasure. Satisfied that she did not need to shave, Shelley turned her back and bent over into the spray. The water had felt gentle to her on the rest of her frame. Now, with her innermost parts exposed to it, the water beat down in a hot liquid torrent.
Her intention was to wash away any lingering traces of evidence from her fun from earlier. Except the sensation, felt more like an insistent tongue that coaxed those thoughts back into the front of her mind. The memories of him as he savored that cup of coffee at the Campus came back in a blurred rush.
Even alone in the shower at home, he had made her feel vulnerable. Her thighs tensed and relaxed. Shelley enjoyed more than a twinge of sheer pleasure, now. She spread her feet farther apart and allowed the spray of water full access to her.
A few moments passed and the hot water began to cool. By now, Shelley's ten-minute shower had gone on for nearly thirty minutes. The changes in temperature sent her over the edge. She closed her eyes tightly and whimpered when the first of the tremors took her. She did not move until the last spasm. It had commenced her to scream aloud and nearly collapse.
Shelley gathered her wits again and hurried from the shower. She grabbed a towel and swiftly wrapped it around her. After she had done so, she turned off the shower and fled the bathroom to her bed. When Shelley plopped down on the side of her bed, she was still wet and shivering.
Shelley's uneven attempts to suck in air were ragged. Her heartbeat was so rapid that it forced her to try to control her breathing and calm down. Once she did, she accepted that she found herself clutching the towel the same manner that she had done his shirt at the meeting. Her head dropped.
"What the fuck!" She yelled.
Shelley tried as hard as she could to pinpoint the moment that simple shower water had turned into something much more. She searched her memory for the exact time that an insisting spray meant to cleanse her had changed to a demanding tongue, lips, and hands of his that did whatever they pleased to her. She felt compelled to find out what had her acting this way, at the spur of the moment for a person that she did not know. The answer eluded her, much to her frustration.
Shelley was on the verge of tears. It was not as if she had not had decent lovers in the past. Never had she had someone touch her emotionally so quickly and with such little effort. This was to her, for lack of better wording, raw and unfiltered.
"You do not know enough about this situation or person, Shell. In less than twelve hours this person has tasted your pussy in front of a room full of people, came to your house and stroked you into a nap, and then followed you to the shower and damn near licked the life out of you until you were screaming out loud. Maybe this person has a mate, maybe this person just unintentionally caught your fancy, and maybe you have lost your fucking mind. Either way, check yourself. You have always been a sensual woman and that you accept. However, this is beyond that. There is a line and you my dear have crossed it. Think, this is not even your usual random mental and hit and run. You are actively participating in letting this person do more than fuck. In fact, it feels like…oh no…it cannot be. You know and if you do not get a grip that person will know it too. Can't let that happen. You are slipping girlfriend. You have lived your entire life and never once got caught up. Get this silliness under control! You know nothing about this person who is touching all over your body, so cut it out. " Shelley mumbled to her.
All the while, she knew it was only a matter of time before it happened again. That moment when she crossed paths with that person and either all hell broke loose or worse. She might willingly lose a part of herself as she was. Instinct had warned her that this situation had potential that she had never imagined. The problem was that usually her instincts were spot on.
© Inakat 2016
Shelley made it home safely. She had hurriedly said her goodbyes to Kyrie before she got out of the car with her packages. She rammed her hand her in purse for her keys and huffed with frustration. Instead of door keys, she had pulled out Mr. Unknown Coffee card again.
She shoved it in her bra to free up her hand and once again hunted for her keys. Finally, she located them and opened her door. The house was quiet and dark. Shelley flicked on the living room light and sat her bags on the sofa table.
It had been an exhausting morning. Since Kyrie had invited her, she had felt agitated. It felt as though time had escaped. It was almost two in the afternoon. Shelley had not accomplished any of her usual Saturday chores. She was tired and tense just the same.
"Okay, just get a glass of wine and relax for a minute. Jump on these tasks and get you ready for this function tonight." Shelley said aloud.
She slowly walked into the kitchen and pulled a wine goblet down from the cabinet. Shelley rinsed it. After she had done so, opened the first drawer on the sink, and retrieved a corkscrew. Shelley sighed and turned to head into the front room when she heard her cell phone ring.
Balancing the corkscrew, a wet glass, she sprinted for her purse. Without looking, she quickly located her phone inside. She used her thumb to swipe the screen and answer. Shelley shoved the phone into her ear and held it in the crook of her neck while easing down on the couch.
"Hello?" Shelley said.
"Hey girl, I was wondering did you get a chance to go Facebook and link up with any of the people from that group yet," Kyrie asked.
"Nope, I got a few things to do, but I was going to later."
"Alright, just giving you fair warning. You are going to faint. One of them was so kind as to put a picture up of us at the meeting."
"A picture, are you sure? I mean no one is going to recognize either one of us. Hell, I look like I just got out the shower and brushed at my hair."
"I'll call you back. That has got to come down. I can't imagine what the hell would make someone take a picture of me today. I certainly did not look like worth keeping, first him, now this. I can't wait for this day to be over. "
"I have a lot on my mind right now. I'll check on it and call you back later okay."
"Alright, just thought you would want to know."
Shelley hung up. She reached for the bottle of Pink Moscato and opened it. She poured a half glass and sipped it. She savored the sweet juice for a second and eventually swallowed it. She rose up and sashayed into her bedroom. She sat her computer desk in the far corner with her glass in hand.
Shelley logged into Facebook. She checked her notifications and saw nothing. Something nagged her; it was not like Kyrie to call her about something like that in the first place. In fact, she began to wonder why Kyrie had even invited her to a Christian writer's function in the first place. She reached in her bra, read the name on the card, and typed it in her browser.
Shelley slid back in the chair when the screen changed. She dropped her head. Her hand gripped the handle of the chair while she looked at the post. Mr. Unknown Coffee had managed to snap a photo of them. Shelley was glad she was home alone now. She tried her best to suppress the memory of what had caused the look that she had on her face in the photo. Was she the only one thinking about everything but poetry at that meeting? He had posted the picture of the very moment that Shelley thought it would be more fun to flash him.
"Oh no, what if he heard us? Oh goodness, this is not good. That has to come down. Okay, I'm sure he's a nice guy and meant no harm. What the hell was he thinking? This is not a photo of natural beauty, at least not in my opinion. More like naturally being naughty! Okay, think Shelley. Just ask him to take it down. Hopefully, he missed that bad girl twinkle in your eye and had no idea. He could not have possibly known what was on your mind, could he. With all the people there, it had to be innocent." She thought.
Just then, Shelley realized she had been the focus of his attention at some point during the meeting. Having a creative imagination meant that sometimes she had to ignore things that she randomly thought. She had come home thinking that she had imagined looking in his eyes even for a brief second. Now, she was not sure. She sipped her wine again, then smiled.
Shelley sat until her screensaver popped up. She closed her eyes and let her hand travel to her breast. Suddenly, Shelley could hear his voice in her head. A sly smile crossed her face as she laid her back against the headrest of the chair. She let the fantasy of her, him, and the counter that she had in her head finally play out.
As if in a dream, Shelley made her way to her giant luxurious bed. She stripped down to her sheer panties and laid on the cool Satin comforter. Her hands began to roam over her tummy and down to her inner thighs almost immediately. Her fingers brushed over her inflated button, and she gasped.
"Playing with me will get you into a fat, juicy, batch of trouble Mister," Shelley moaned.
© Inakat 2016
#HappyValentinesDay #gotmetouchingonmybody #guessyouwon1too
Shelly was still stuck as she stared at Mr. Unknown Coffee. She had taken his card, but suddenly her feet would not move. She at last responded to reality, when she felt Kyrie pull at her arm. Shelley tried not to blush when she excused herself and walked away.
The warm rushing wind of the busy traffic brought a welcomed distraction as she stepped out on Warren Avenue. Shelley looked around her. The Campus Coffee House garden was in full bloom. She loved nature but was particular to beautiful flowers.
She turned to ask Kyrie to give her a moment to snap a few pictures.
It was then that she noticed that she had walked away and left Kyrie inside. Shelley assumed she was lost in some deep conversation and walked into the garden. She reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. Shelley began to take pictures of the flowers.
Shelley lost track of time as her mind wandered. She had found a concrete bench and quickly parked on it. She had always been an intimate person. Although making new friends and meeting people with similar interest was the point of their visit, Shelley was comfortable with her brief interactions as they were. Everyone had seemed pleasant enough.
It was still early in the day and Shelley remembered that she had a ton of things to do. It occurred to her to go back inside and drag Kyrie from whatever tête-à-tête she had going on. The glass walls allowed her to see inside the building. She spotted Kyrie and gasped. Kyrie was engrossed in a conversation with several people. One of which was Mr. Unknown Coffee.
Shelley sighed. She was not afraid of him or anyone inside for that matter. It was just something about him that took her mind off her usual path. Most of the time, for her, if Shelley found someone attractive, then the person was good for a quick mental fuck. It was sex plain and simple, that they were never going to know about, but even more importantly never get.
Mr. Unknown Coffee would have been just another random, if it were not for his incredible confidence, dark piercing eyes, broad shoulders, decadent scent, deep drawl, and unnerving swagger. Shelley was comfortable with people being flustered around her. She generally let it slide because she knew that she could be intimidating at times. She believed strongly in saying what she meant or how she felt at the time.
Now, there he was, and while she did not exactly choke, she had opted for tact. Now, prudence meant staying in the garden. She would never admit that she was hiding. Butterflies diving across the flowerbed garnered her attentions before they floated away. That is how her tummy felt, full of butterflies. Shelley thoughts drifted with them to a place that she never recalled being before.
"Just him and I surrounded by soft candlelight, a bottle of wine, curled up on a comfy sofa having flirty but intelligent conversation. Maybe a plate of appetizers with a little Brie, smoked salmon, thinly sliced Roma Tomatoes, and Toasted Focaccia chips. I bet he has an awesome sense of humor. I could wear something seductive like a Satin robe and a teddy under? I would not let him kiss me on the first try, but he if tried again…
WAIT! Bish have your lost mind. This sounds like a crazy love story. Since when is that an option? OH HELL NO, you had better get away from here, this person is messing with shit, and his hands are still in his pockets. What kind of ninja nonsense is this? "Shelly thought.
She shook her vehemently before she cupped her face in both hands. Shelley looked through the glass again. Mr. Unknown Coffee was with the crowd, but his face did not register that he was listening to them. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts and gazed out the window towards the street.
Shelley could sense something was heavy on his mind. She wondered what could cause someone so calm and confident to worry. She pulled his card from her purse and read it. "Raining rational thoughts and blossoming a better flavor ". Perplexed, Shelley slipped the card back in her purse, but continued to finger it gently.
A light sprinkle began to fall from the sky. At last, Kyrie exited the building. Shelley stood up and walked back past the main entrance to the street. From her peripheral vision, she saw Mr. Unknown Coffee leaned up against the glass of the building. Shelley smiled and headed for the car.
She had barely sat in the passengers' seat, when thunder rumbled and the sky opened up with a torrent of drops. Kyrie said something, but Shelley did not hear her. She was watched Mr. Unknown Coffee through the blur of sleeting rain. On impulse, she blew him a kiss. She giggled to herself because the rain stopped as suddenly as it started.
She could see him clearer now. He was smiling, but she had no idea as to why.
"Do you need to stop for anything before I get to your house?" Kyrie asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah, thanks, I need batteries. Lots and lots of batteries and a bottle of wine." Shelley replied.
"I'm not even going to ask you what for."
"I appreciate that."
© Inakat 2016
Shelley stood up and huffed. The coffee house meeting was a pure accident. She had not come to meet anyone. Now, this person was taking a seat in her already full plate of thoughts.
Kyrie gathered her things from taking notes and pulled her shoulder wrap around her arms. Shelley stifled a yawned and waited. She was notorious for not being a morning person, but for Kyrie, she had jumped out of bed, showered and left home with little preparation. The women headed for the door when the host interrupted them.
"I would like to take a moment to welcome the new faces in the crowd and extend an invitation to join us again next time. Would you ladies mind introducing yourselves and tell us a little about what you are working on?" The host asked.
Kyrie smiled sweetly and glanced around the room. She shrugged her shoulders and walked towards the front of the room. Kyrie was the social butterfly, of the two of them. Shelley raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her forehead. She waited while Kyrie went to the floor and spoke.
For the second time, Shelley zoned out. She felt a little uncomfortable, but did not sit down. She was ready to go and had not planned to speak to anyone further than common courtesy, which she had done already. Shelley hoped Kyrie spoke quickly.
However, as luck would have it, that would not happen. Kyrie thoroughly enjoyed the attention of the spotlight. Meanwhile, Shelly decided it would be more fun to flash a bare breast at Mr. Unknown Coffee and watch him spew his next sip everywhere. A naughty smile crept across her face.
That same smile was on her face when Kyrie waved for her to come up. Shelley pouted and shook her head no. Kyrie put her hand on her hip and rolled her eyes. Shelley narrowed her eyes and glared at her. If anyone in the room knew that she had a habit of actually speaking her mind, it was Kyrie. Since Kyrie had already peeped where Shelley thoughts had ventured off to, she was double annoyed.
"I hate her right now. I ought to embarrass the hell out of both of us and tell this person I thought it would be a good idea to lick me instead of that coffee cup. I will not, but it is tempting." Shelley thought.
Finally, Shelley spoke from where she stood.
"Hello everyone, my name is Shelley. I write under a pen name, and I do spoken word. My preferred genre is Erotica, but I think I can write about anything. I think I heard someone mention extrovert and introvert tendencies. I am not an introvert. I just carefully select when I say something, hope it is not offensive. I find this entirely conservative theme here a little different from what I normally do. Thank you for your invitation. I may return because you can learn from any genre." Shelley said.
Everyone looked perplexed and turned their head back to Kyrie. Kyrie shrugged her shoulders again. She was aware that regardless of what else they asked, Shelley had done all that she was going to do. Shelley folded her arms in defiance and mouthed, "Let's go" to Kyrie.
Shelley turned and took a step toward the exit. The host had taken the floor again. Shelley felt her spine stiffen. Her ears were burning.
"Thank you both for coming out! I would like you to exchange information with the Director of Public Relations before you go, if you don't mind." the host said.
Shelley grimaced. She struggled and forced a weak smile. She shoved her hand in her purse and rummaged for a business card. When she, at last, found one and looked up, Mr. Unknown Coffee stood in front her with his hand extended.
"Oh damn, not him," Shelley mumbled.
She immediately noticed that he was calm, cool, and collected. His confident demeanor unnerved an already flustered Shelley. He was thick, dark, seductive, and smelled delicious up close. He was too damn close to her. Shelley passed the card with unsteady fingers. Their hands touched.
"Thank you, here's mine. I write as well. I hope that you take a minute and check some of it out." He drawled effortlessly.
"Yeah well, my number is on this card. I hope you call after 10:00 p.m., see how quick I throw that pillow on the floor, and make room for your sexy ass. Now back up. Please move, since something about you is causing me to have to struggle with my self-control right now. I promise I feel like letting you touch stuff that I am stingy with, and I do not even know your name. So, before you wake and need breakfast to get your energy back up for round two, go away." Shelley thought.
Mr. Unknown Coffee drinker had taken the card, glanced at it, and slid it in his pocket. Shelley held her breath. He had not moved yet. Kyrie walked up and extended her card too. Shelley looked up and locked eyes with him, at that moment.
Shelley's heart began to race. She briefly wondered if he could hear it. Something in her melted. Whatever it was, she was fully aware that it was beyond her mere sexual flirtations of the past.
Time slowed to eternity when Shelley felt him embrace her in a friendly hug. A current flowed through her under his touch. She slowly returned the gesture. She became aware that she had clenched the fabric of his clothes in her hands and reluctantly let go.
"Who the hell are you? You cannot just walk up and have me acting all goofy. You just walked up into my arms like what. Mannn…I swear. If you ever do that again, I might not be able to let go. I do not know what you think you are doing, but you are messing with a part of my soul right now. I am reasonably sure of absolutely nothing except that you look so kissable right now. Damn." Shelley thought.
"I'll make sure that I take a moment when I get home and visit your site," Shelley said.
Shelley could already feel the soft tip of his tongue parting her swollen lips in her contemplations. She just instinctively knew he would never need instructions on how to please her. Her love button strained against her flimsy panties. His confidence level spoke volumes to her through his eyes.
"I can give orgasm a whole new meaning for you, for both us, if you dare to let me. You can play that shy shit if you want. Nevertheless, I AM going taste you and then stroke that pussy into submission. Let me take you there, to the world where dreams cum true. I will see you there, though. You know that place where intellectuals get wet and fall in love. "She read on his face.