Hello Naughty Readers,
As you all know by now, I can be a little picky about my designs and things. My creative brain got a bit distracted (in a nice way), but it's back on track. I prefer that my cover somehow relates to my thoughts at the time of the project. So the wait is nearly over, and you all can expect the release of Hot Lix Part 2 on June 3, 2016.
Warning: If you read all of Part 1 and blushed, then please grab some lube and a towel for Part Two.
In the meantime, let's have a little fun.
I could use some feedback on the design.
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Shelley got into her car, started it, and pulled away the curb. She leaned over and turned on the radio. The sound of music had always helped her relax and think. She drove down to the corner and made a right turn onto 7 Mile.
A few moments later she pulled into a quiet little bistro called "Mama's Place" and parked. She took her keys from the ignition and got out. Shelley walked in the door and sat down at an empty table before a server walked up. She placed an order for a soft drink and pulled out a five-dollar bill and her cell phone. Shelly laid her money on the table.
She stared at her phone screen and shook her head back and forth. The urge to call Ed had faded. When they first met, she thought it was something special about him. She had nearly fucked him without protection, on the first night.
The server brought her Coke, straw, and napkin and placed it on the table. Shelley nodded and then pushed her money forward. The server did not say anything as she picked it up and walked away. Shelley sighed loudly.
"What's your beef with love?" echoed in her mind.
She picked up her drink, slipped the straw in, and took a sip. She looked out of the restaurant window. The question had an impact on her actions. Shelley saw a couple pull up; the driver jumped out and opened the door for a woman. She stepped out and waited while her companion to closed the door to escort her in. Shelley sat her glass back down.
"I do not have a beef with love, or do I? On the one hand, I was not there to look for love. I went for information and a little time away from the house. On the other, I totally cut Blake off, and my hormones are about to be out of control. Still, I never had any intention to allow Blake or anyone else the space in my heart that it takes for a real relationship to grow. Does that mean I have a beef with love, or I know that I am unwilling to commit though?" She thought.
Her cell phone vibrated, and she flinched. Shelley looked down at the face of the phone and pursed her lips. It was Ed and Shelley decided not to answer. She let the call roll over to voicemail.
A cool gust of air blew over her arms as the restaurant door opened. Shelley looked up and saw three people had walked inside. The couple from the lot went to the counter. The third person sat at the table across from her.
She glanced over and then quickly looked away. She wanted to make a decision about Ed, rather than put it off any longer. Nervously, she chewed at her lip. Before long, she began to twiddle her fingers rhythmically on the tabletop.
"Nice, another cute girl left waiting for some asshole that is not going to do right by her, and I can't get a date?" The person across from her said.
Shelley looked over at the person, shrugged, and then turned her head away again.
"Tell me, what is it that makes you go for a jerk that lies and will break your heart over someone nice like me, please?" The person said.
"The same reason that wolves wear sheep's clothing and serial killers do not start new conversation with how many have already died at their hands. People see and hear what they want to rather than rely on the truth. You did not ask me if I was waiting on someone, you assumed. I am avoiding someone right now because I am unsure of his true intentions. It 's hard to know if his mouth and his actions are ever going to be the same. People usually try to show the most appealing side of them, and then the jerk comes out." Shelley replied.
"Oh, my bad. Isn't it a little late for you to be out alone when you have someone waiting to be with you?" The stranger quipped.
Shelley huffed and rolled her eyes. She started to count backward from five before she formed her words. She felt her face flush when she finished. Shelley clasped her hands together and turned in her seat towards the stranger.
"I do not know you. You do not know me. You say that you are a nice person, yet you are all in my business. Thanks for the compliment but your come on is weak. First, somebody has done me wrong, and now I am wrong. All of this you have decided without a bit of information, which is what I just said to you. I am attempting to use logic to solve a problem through critical thinking. Might I suggest that you do the same? Since my life is clearly not the reason that you can not get a date." Shelley said.
"Oh dang, you just cut right off into me. I did not mean any harm. I made a mistake in how I chose to strike up a conversation with you. Do you mind if I come and sit with you and start over?" The person asked.
"Did you just admit that you made a mistake?"
"Listen, My name is Shelley, and I apologize for my rudeness. What's your name?"
"Hello Shelley, my name is Cody; it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Hi Cody, would you like join me for a refreshing soft drink?"
Cody laughed, stood up, and extended a hand. Shelley reached out and firmly shook it. She gave a half-hearted smile when Cody sat in the seat directly in front of her. Shelley turned her head back towards the window and peered out into the semi-darkness of the street.
"Do you come here often?" Cody asked.
"Not really, I just had a strange weekend that ended differently than I had imagined," Shelley said.
"Do you want to talk about it? I am a decent listener. I don't always say dumb stuff. I just get a little nervous around women that I think I would like. Sometimes, even a little tongue tied."
"Not much to tell. I thought he was cute. I went home and fantasized about screwing his brains out. When I had the chance to do it, I was pissed at the reality that he was not what I had imagined him to be. We did way too much, but not everything. Then he calls me out on being afraid to fall in love when I pushed him away, which might be true."
"So your plan for this guy was just sex?"
"Basically. That was before he called me a few bitches in the heat of the moment and then started blowing up my phone. Then finally, he told me off and asked if I have some beef with love, which scared the hell out of me. I had no intention of him staying for breakfast let alone dealing with emotions and stuff.My fantasy had nothing to do with wedding bells,picking out curtains for our new home, or what to name our kids. They were raunchy, naughty, slightly sweaty, toe-curling, moments of unrestrained passion between consenting adults."
"Take me to your leader; please ma'am."
"Your leader, the one that taught you that it was alright to realize that there is a difference between sex and love. That one does not necessarily have anything to do with the other, and you are not in love with someone because you had good sex together. Where is she? Are there others of your kind?"
Shelley laughed hard. She felt tears well up in her eyes and wiped them away. Shelley was amused with his implied conclusion. She put her head down until her giggles subsided.
When she looked back up at Cody, she smiled. Cody's face was bright and blushed. Shelley snickered a few more times before she cleared her throat. She covered her mouth with her hand.
"I suppose that there are others like me. I am I sure that I am my leader, though. I don't have a beef with love, if it happens it does. I just don't see why I need to feel anything except pleasure when it comes to sex. Why the need to deny myself while I hunt for love everlasting, whatever that is. What if I don't ever meet the right person, am I supposed to die a virgin for someone else's idea of the noble thing, even though those beliefs are not mine? Do I croak as an old miserable biddy with hangups that are not my own. Bitter at life and using drama to fill the empty void? Besides, I would not stay with anyone that was horrible in bed. Some people would find other things more important, but physical pleasure is high on my list of must-haves.I rather self-access the situation in every sense of the word, than to go out like that, seriously."
"Let me see if I understand what you said. You feel like it is alright to have sex for the sake of pleasure without a commitment?" Cody asked.
"I think protection from diseases and unwanted pregnancies should in place, but I do not believe that sex has to be emotional. I feel that it messes it up to require that one consider something other than arousal level, which is an honest response to wanting sex."
Cody's mouth opened to respond when Shelley's cell phone vibrated again. She put one finger up to Cody while she picked up her phone. Shelley looked at the screen and sighed. Cody waited.
"Damn, it's him again, I just wanted good sex, why complicate shit?" Shelley whispered.
© Inakat 2016
Shelley smiled despite herself, when she heard him. She rolled over on her tummy and propped up on her elbow. She snickered and blushed in the dark. Once again, he had gained her attention from a distance.
"Great, you pulled the worst scheme in the book and he still calling On the one hand, this could be an epic love story that is so beautiful that it transcends time and space. On the other hand, it could be real life shit. Sweet like pineapple.. that …is a good one." She thought.
Shelley laid the phone on her pillow and closed her eyes. It had been a long weekend. Shelley decided that she needed to rest and forget him for a while. Five minutes later, she found that she had not thought of anything else.
She inhaled deeply and shivered. The scent of him lingered in her sheets. Her lips swelled between her thighs almost instantly. Shelly recalled the feel of his tongue on her wet pussy and exhaled. To her, the memory felt almost as good as the real thing.
"Damn and that shaft felt hard as a baseball bat between my thighs." She whispered.
Her cell phone vibrated on her pillow. Shelley flipped it over and looked at the screen. She saw Ed's number and smiled. Shelley pushed the accept button and listened.
"What you doing, did I wake you?" Ed asked.
"No, I was just laying here thinking." Shelley said.
"Then why you tell me to go home" I apologized. Did you get my messages? It's whatever you want it to be."
"Yeah, I heard them."
"So what do think? Is it over already or can I get another crack making you happy?"
"While you asking me all these questions let me ask you one. Why are you trying to stay after everything that has happened? "
"You really tried that question? Okay, answer this one question for me and I won't ask anything else, for the moment. Why not? You are apparently low-key freaky like me, you're smart, seductive, and you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. I mean I see the logic about the condom and all. I should be thanking you. I cannot be mad about it. I got caught up in the heat of the moment too."
Shelley held the phone tighter. Her heart began to pound. Shelly closed her eyes tightly, before she sighed. Then she pulled the phone close to her face.
The scent of him hung in the air still. His voice sent chills down her spine. He was attractive to her and besides he was right about the freak part. She hesitated.
"Look, you calling out the wrong part of me to begin with. I tried to get you to gone on about your business, love is hard. You want love. I can see right through you, okay? I don't want you to get your sweet poetic feelings hurt when I fuck you and keep it moving. "Shelley said.
"So you just were going to keep using anger as a petty defense mechanism rather than deal with me straight up huh? How do you know I didn't just want to fuck and I was perfectly okay with giving you a night of pleasure and getting the hell out? Damn, you could have let me spend the night, now come on. I mean the silk scarves were a little different for me, what though, it's whatever. It started sexual but it could turn into love right? What's your beef with love anyway, what I ain't good enough for you?" He replied.
"This conversation has started to make me a little uncomfortable. Hey, check this out; I need a little room to breathe right now. I know it's getting late, but let me run out and grab a Coke. It it okay to call you back?"
Shelley hung up abruptly. She stood up, reached for the ceiling fan, and then pulled the switch. She heard a soft click when the blades began to swirl slowly into motion. A soft breeze wafted down on her while the dim light glowed around her.
She walked over to her dresser and opened a drawer. Shelley rummaged through the dresser until she managed to find a comfortable out fit to slip on. She settled on a short black sequined corset with chiffon ruffles and a pair of skinny jeans. Shelley pulled her clothes on quickly.
It took her a few moments to decide which boots to wear. She opted for a black pair of latex spiked risers with a five-inch heel. Shelley put them on and twirled around to the mirror to look her over. What it reflected did not fit her mood, at that moment.
Shelley ran her hand through her puffy curls and looked around the room thoughtfully. She spotted her wig rack and smiled. She slowly walked over to it. Her hand landed on a short, blond wig right away. Shelley fluffed it with her fingers.
She took it, laid it on the dresser, and began to braid her hair into a large plat. She scrunched her nose, while she tucked her braid under and picked up the wig. Shelley put it on and styled it with her hands. She looked in the mirror once more and posed. A sly smile spread across her face and she liked what she saw.
Shelley grabbed her car keys, purse, and cell phone and headed towards the door. She looked around before she sprinted out the door. The crisp midnight air felt good on to her when she stepped on the porch. She balanced her heavy bottom while she walked down the stairs to her vehicle.
© Inakat 2016
Mr. Coffee was silent while he dressed. She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed and rolled her at him as he did. It was hard for her to tell whether he was just sexually frustrated or completely disappointed. Either way, he walked out of her room fully clothed and semi-hard.
"You need to learn how to love a man while you are tripping out, you know." He grumbled.
He walked past her and brushed up against her smooth skin. Sensations tingled through him, and he shuddered. Mr. Coffee tried to look in her eyes, but she turned away. His heart raced like it wanted to escape his chest.
"I thought that we had something good going here. Why did you have to mess that up? We could have been great together. You could have at least sucked me off. "He said.
"Ummm, no. I have been a batch of "accidental" bitches this evening. I will not take the blame because you did not have a real time. When I find a MAN, then I will worry about how to love one. You drank that Hennessey and dropped to your knees quicker than a hooker on Main Street. That pretty much makes you fuck boy material since we are putting people in their place. I said I do not care for your mouth and attitude. I feel like you are holding something back from me, and this is just an act. Besides, you did not even bother to put on rubber, like I asked." She said.
"Maybe, I think of you as safe." He replied.
"Based on what? A small waist and a cute face? The fact that I can flirt something ridiculous? What was it that made you decide that I was safe? See, I thought that you were smart but not so much now. Worldwide in 2015 there were close to 16 million people on this planet that were on medication for HIV. Not mention, you have no idea what kind of parent I would be, if I got pregnant and had your kid. Instead of telling me how wrong I am, you should say thank you. We almost made a mistake that has lifelong shocks. We both got caught up at the moment, let it go."
"That's some bullshit. I can't get you pregnant. Damn, I only want to please you. I bet that is some sexy shit to watch on it, riding it, shivering. That's all I need."
"Still, good sense is not a good idea to you? Alright, just like I whipped out them cuffs, scarf, and whatever else I have ways to get mine without it being the last one I get. I am not upset, so let me make a suggestion to you, go and invest in a Pocket Pussy! Wait! Why you can't have any kids, did you get snipped?"
Mr. Coffee stiffened at her inquiry. His nostrils flared, and his cheeks flushed. His mouth flopped open several times. He began to scratch his head, and his eyes darted from side to side.
"I uh…I uh…well quite a few years ago actually when I was little I always felt like..." He stammered.
She walked over to the front door and opened it. The cool night air caressed her nude body, and she hid behind the door. An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. At last, she watched him put his head down and leave her house for a second time that night.
No sooner than both his feet were across the threshold; Shelley shut the door. She breathed in a large gust of air and then blew it out. Then Shelley strolled to the bathroom for a shower.
Half an hour had passed before she returned to her bedroom freshly scrubbed. Mr. Coffee had become a lost thought just as quickly as he had become her every thought. She checked her cell phone and giggled while she stretched out across the unmade bed. She had a ton of missed calls from him, in that short time.
The fantasy of them had been incredible. She was not able to let the reality of him ruin it for her. Shelley had quickly caught him in a major lie when his tongue first touched her clit. He had a skill that came from either the freakiest imagination on the planet or insider knowledge.
She curled up on the bed. Shelley saw that he had left several messages. She chuckled as she pushed the button to retrieve her voicemails. Shelley grabbed a pillow, closed her eyes, and then rested her hand on her forehead while she listened to his voice.
"Shelley, I mean Inakat, if you want it me to come back, I will. Just call me and tell me something."
"Look, I apologize for the disrespect but can I at least come and lick you to sleep? You don't have to do anything for me. What's up ma, call me."
"That's messed up, that pussy sweet like pineapple juice and you are playing. You know what it is. Let me get that right, for you tonight, okay? Give me the green light and I'm on my way. Call me."
"Inakat, fuck with me love, for real."
© Inakat 2016
Two more installments left! Stay tuned, while I wrap this up and then it's on to the party. More gifts, more prizes, and more naughty and thoughtful fun! Welcome to Dreamworldz at Inakat's House…
"Damn, this is good. Please, I want to touch you." Mr. Coffee moaned.
"Shhh," Inakat replied.
"But, you are going to make me come too quick. Please, baby, please!"
She turned and looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. His face twisted as if he was in pure agony. He bit down hard on his lip. The walls of her body convulsed around his shaft while she stared at him.
"I see Shelley was the better bet for you. Be nice and I might just let her out to play with you." Inakat said.
"Wait, I like this. Can't I just have both of you?" He pleaded.
"Uh, no. It does not work that way. You either want a good girl that is wifey material, or you want hardcore. You cannot have us both at the same time, so you better pick your flavor. I should warn you, though; I do not tolerate a lot of shit. I do not like the way you put that out there. I am done with you." She quipped.
He gasped when she pulled away from and slid off the bed. She reached up and pulled the silk scarf from his wrist before she opened the cuff on the frame. Quickly, he began to rub his wrists and massage them. Sheepishly, he looked away from her.
"See you around; I need to take a shower." She said.
"Wait, what happened? I did not get what I came back for. Seriously, you are throwing me out now. That is how you get down, huh?" He asked.
"Are you checking me? I owe you something? Boy bye, look you came over here on some fake poetry crap as if I was supposed to swoon over you. Your act might have been believable, except you were tied up in a knot when real poetry in motion showed up. Real recognize real. I do not care for players, gamers, and all that. You tried to dog Shelley and ended up with Inakat. I do not participate in chaos. I won't let you hurt her either. I think it is best that you go on about your way."
"But I respect you. I can do whatever you want to do."
"Okay, I want you to be yourself. I want you to go home, think about how wrong this could have gone, think about the direction that you want it to go, and then get at me. You need to keep in mind that I am capable of quite a few things, so if you're after sex, then just be real about that. I am trying to make it clear to you that if that is what you wanted then tell me upfront. I know love, and this isn't that. Sometimes people piss me off with lameness. A woman is just as capable of sex and still do not feel a damn thing for you. You can be just another notch on her bra with no hesitations. Not everybody is looking for a husband, and sometimes we want the same things that you do. The false belief that your sex is so good that we will instantly be in love you just ruins your come on. I am a woman. I have needs too. Stop complicating what is simple with bullshit and lies. If I fall in love, I promise it will be because I found a best friend, someone that makes the effort to understand me, and appreciates how I rock my style. Someone that I can grow with, other than that when you run game on me, then the game is what you are going to get back. Meanwhile, you are wasting time on track to nowhere."
"So why you do all this then, you think you are going to change me or teach me a lesson."
"No. I made a choice, just like you did. It is hard enough out here single without the lies. You respect getting a quick nut but claim that you are interested in motivated women with a good head on her shoulders. You will fuck what you won't marry. I am just saying that that works both ways. I do not want to be forever stuck with a person that is an undercover freak on a humble either. Chances are being real increases your chances of meeting real, so no you cannot feel or touch me. Go home, and I might call you later."
"You ain't going to call me later. I feel used and cheap."
"Okay, I totally understand your feelings, but you came with the idea that someone was going to feel used and dirty."
© Inakat 2016