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IN MEMORY OF J.S. 3/17/2010
– it’s actually you… but, then you knew that from your tattoo, didn’t you?
“Would you turn the heat on, please?”
Meg asked the cab driver as they battled stop and go traffic on Fifth Avenue. The cabbie eyed her in his mirror as he reached for the control knob. “Sure thing, lady.”
Meg was shivering in her peach colored strapless next to nothing slip of a dress. The faux fur she had wrapped around her shoulders did little to alleviate the cold on this New Year’s Eve.
“Why, oh why, did I let myself get talked into going out tonight?” she grumbled under her breath. The cabbie shot another look at her in his rear view mirror, but said nothing. He was used to driving crazies around the city, even the beautiful ones. They were both relieved when the cab pulled up to her destination, one of the city’s newest restaurants, Diablo.
As Meg slid front on the seat to pay the driver, her thong pulled tight between her legs, sending a tingling jolt through her body. A slight gasp escaped her lips and she could feel the eyes of the cabbie burning with intensity as he watched her in the mirror. She quickly paid him, along with a generous tip and hastily slid towards the cab door, only to have the friction catch her thong again.
She barely stifled a low groan, hoping the driver didn’t hear her, as she silently cursed her choice of undergarment. Finally out of the cab, Meg paused at the door of the restaurant, trying to collect herself before joining her friends inside.
This was the fourth time she’d come here… the name was what originally attracted her to the place, but after it was written up in the Times as having one of the city’s hottest bars of 2009, the crowds were becoming overwhelming. She doubted that she’d return after tonight.
She pulled open the glass door and stepped inside the gleaming red, silver and black foyer, grateful for the blast of heat on her face.
“Welcome back, Miss Meg,” the dark-haired maître d’ greeted her with a dazzling smile and slight accent.
“Thank you, Rico,” Meg smiled back, “crazy tonight?”
“Yes,” Rico rolled his eyes, “New Year’s Eve, you know? May I take your wrap?” He waited expectantly, hand outstretched.
“Let me just warm up a bit before I give it to you. It’s freezing out there.”
Meg moved towards the bar area, scanning the crowd for her friends. She spotted them lounging at a low intimate glass table, surrounded by half round black sofas, with big puffy silver pillows. Their table was filled to capacity with food and drink. By the looks of it, they’re already 2 martini’s deep in revelry, Meg thought with a wry smile.
“It must really be crazy tonight,” Meg directed her comment to Rico, “for the server to let those empty martini glasses on the table.”
As if her voice carried impossibly across the room, the most exquisite man Meg had seen in years appeared and started clearing the glasses. He had a touch of familiarity surrounding him, and Meg squinted her eyes trying to get a better look. She stood watching his sensual, lithe movements as he cleared up the mess, casually chatting with her friends.
When the man turned away from the table; arms filled to overflowing with napkins, martini glasses and appetizer plates, his sweeping gaze caught sight of Meg. His eyes immediately locked onto hers with an expression of complete surprise that rapidly turned to acknowledgement and finally, a deep, raw animal lust.
Meg felt her groin burn with desire.
“Oh, my god…… Robert,” she breathed.
The last time she saw Robert was nearly two decades ago. He was her first skilled lover, teaching her things only an older, more experienced man could; guiding her through her early awkward inexperience.
She remembered him being obsessed with her. Possessive beyond natural bonds. When they got into arguments, she would tell him, “If you could, you would put me on a pedestal and cover me with a glass box, where no one else could ever touch me.”
Kind of like Edward with Bella, Meg thought grinning, bringing herself back to the moment.
“You look like you are having pleasant memories, Ma Chère,” Robert whispered into her ear as he took her hand to kiss it. The warmth and heady scent of his breath caressed her to the depths of her core. She found herself leaning into his arms that had somehow slid around her.
“Robert…”
“My sweet Meg,” his voice glided over her like a silken spell, “I have never forgotten you.”
Her surroundings receded and then melted away as she swam in his adoration. She wanted nothing more than to be in his bed and tangled in his sheets.
“You look absolutely delicious in that dress, Meg,” Robert said, running the tip of his tongue over his upper lip, then drawing his lower lip into his mouth and slowly allowing its release beneath his pearly white teeth. “Let me give your wrap to Rico.”
The sleeve of Robert’s shirt pulled back as he handed her wrap to the maître d’. “I see you still have our tattoo on your forearm,” Meg commented. “So, you didn’t expunge me from your life, as threatened?”
“No, Meg,” Robert gave a dark, throaty laugh, “I couldn’t.” He looked down at his inner arm, admiring Satan’s face with tongue extended and the remarkable likeness of Meg’s naked body riding on it, head thrown back in ecstasy, blonde hair encompassing her.
“I even named my restaurant Diablo, for you, in the hopes that someday, you would return to me. And now, Satan’s lover has come home,” Robert looked up at Meg with hooded eyes.
Meg felt her breath catch in her throat and a moist fire radiate from between her legs. She shifted her weight intentionally, pulling her thong tightly against her loins.
A greedy, yearning emanated from Robert’s eyes. “You make me so thirsty, let me take care of that for you, Mi Amor,” Robert said huskily as she allowed him to guide her up the stairs. “Your friends won’t even miss you… they are enjoying HAPPY HOUR.”
Nude Peach
1 1/4 oz. NUDE Vodka
1 1/2 oz. Patron Silver Tequila
1 oz.Limeade or fresh sour mix (fresh squeezed lemons & simple syrup)
1 1/2 oz. soda
1 oz. Peach Schnapps
Combine all ingredients over ice in a tall glass. Stir. Garnish with a lime wedge.
Enjoy!
(recipe: courtesy of NUDEvodka.com)
It’s always appropriate to give your party or dinner host a small token of appreciation to thank them for all the hard work they’ve done.
Here is a gift that is perfect to give during the Holiday Season.
The Peppermin-tini©
* 1 really cool Martini Glass
* 1 mini travel size bottle of Belvedere Vodka
(the tall slender bottle looks great peaking over the rim of the glass!)* 1 handful of individually wrapped peppermints **
* cellophane
* curling ribbon
Place the mini bottle of Vodka gently inside the martini glass and toss your handful of mints around and on top. Center the glass on a large square of cellophane. Gather the cello up and around the glass and secure it at the top by tying it closed with the curling ribbon. Pull on the ends of the ribbon with a scissors to curl and you’re done!
Instruct your party host to drop 2 or 3 mints into the Vodka.
Enjoy!
**I recommend using the soft pillow mints as they dissolve more quickly than hard candy.“Why would you say I’m delusional?”
Holly asked, as she added the herbs to her homemade chicken noodle soup. The pungent aroma from the rosemary wafted up, prompting her to unconsciously lean forward over the pot and take a deep breath.
“Because you believe in Santa Claus! You’re 32 years old! If that’s not delusional, girlfriend, I don’t know what is!” Joy was sitting at the kitchen table addressing the Christmas cards. She was grateful to Holly for letting her move in after she and Jared divorced. The comfort of friendship and divided expenses was beneficial to both of them in this lengthy recession.
“Of course I believe in Santa! I don’t understand why you don’t!” Holly exclaimed.
“Maybe it’s all my rotten luck lately.” Joy reached over to the counter and grabbed the remote control to change the TV channel. It filled her with bitterness to watch those stupid ‘He went to Jared’ diamond engagement ring commercials. Ya… he went to Jared, she thought rancorously. Her mind flashed back to the day she came home unexpectedly for lunch to find her then-husband Jared, in bed with another man. All those years of living a lie. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t aware of the signs. Of course, now, looking back, it should have been obvious. He always dressed very well; knowing the latest Prada styles, and his ability to decorate their home with the flawless knowledge of an interior designer should have triggered her curiosity. Thank God we didn’t have any children, she thought.
What really rankled her ass, was that he confessed to being a closet gay when he asked her to marry him. He just needed to fit in at the law firm where he thought he could never make partner if they knew he was gay. Sometimes she wished she could get him into one of those mixed martial arts fighting cages and kick the shit out of him. “What a jackass,” Joy said out loud. “What decade does he think we’re living in?”
“Was that one of those stupid ‘Jared’ advertisements, again?” Holly asked sympathetically. She knew her friend had a hard time dealing with her situation when those were broadcast. It was especially difficult during this time of year, when the holiday commercialism was at its peak.
“YES. IT. WAS.” Joy enunciated every word as if each was its own sentence. She attached a nutcracker stamp to the last Christmas card in her pile and chuckled at the irony when she noticed it was addressed to her Mother. “How’s that soup coming? I’m about ready to hit Joe’s.”
Holly was always ready for a drink at Joe’s. It was their favorite local bar and right now it was exceptionally festive with all the decorations. “Just let me put a lid on this,” she said as she turned off the stove.
The two ambled out of their apartment to wait for the elevator. Joy looked around at the posh decor in the hallway and again felt grateful to be living here with Holly. Her only other option, was to move in with her parents who lived in Passaic. Yuk.
The elevator doors slid quietly open to reveal a group of boisterous men dressed in Santa suits. “Hello, beautiful ladies… your sleigh has arrived,” a particularly handsome Santa announced, as he pushed the other Santa’s aside to make room in the tiny cubicle. Joy watched in mild amusement as Holly responded to the flirtation. “Are you boys in town for SantaCon?”
“That’s right, little Elf,” another of the Santa’s replied. “Santa here, graciously made his apartment available to the rest of us who traveled from the North Pole.” He pointed to the very handsome one who had pushed everyone else out of the way. The handsome Santa nodded graciously and said, “I just moved in upstairs.”
Holly and Joy pressed themselves into the elevator with the Santa’s. The ride to the first floor was immediate and the girls stepped out into the lobby. They moved to the far wall allowing an unobstructed exit for the costumed crowd. “What the hell is SantaCon?” Joy asked Holly as the Santa’s made their way past them.
The handsome Santa surprised them both by separating himself from the group and returning to where the girls stood. “SantaCon is the yearly Santa Convention,” he announced proudly. “Every year, thousands of Santa’s gather in the city to hand out small gifts and spread cheer to all the children we come across on our way around town. We walk as a group from place to place… actually, it’s from bar to bar… but that part’s a secret… ssshhhhh… Ho, ho, ho!” he laughed jovially, as he put a finger to his lips. “We’re gathering at Joe’s to start, won’t you join us?”
Holly and Joy glanced at each other, barely suppressing their giggles. “Of course, we will,” Holly replied. “But, I’m afraid we don’t have a costume.”
Handsome Santa reached into his big red sack and pulled out two adorable green felt hats complete with pointy Elf ears and handed them to the girls. Joy nearly dropped it in shock, as she looked down and saw her name embroidered in red across the front. “But.. but… how?”
Holly reverently placed her personalized hat on her head, emboldened by the occurrence of Christmas magic. She turned to her stunned friend, positioning her hands on Joy’s arms and looked intently into her eyes. “Are you ready to believe in Santa Claus, now?”
“Ho, ho, ho! C’mon, girls… we don’t want to be late for HAPPY HOUR!”
Santa Shot
3/4 oz. Grenadine
3/4 oz. Green Crème de Menthe
3/4 oz. Peppermint Schnapps
Float the ingredients in layers in a shot glass. Starting with the Grenadine on the bottom and finishing with the Peppermint Schnapps on the top.
Enjoy!
The fire blazed and crackled,
as April writhed in pleasure on the floor in front of it. She was enjoying the luxuriously soft faux fur rug on her bare skin. As she stuck her well-rounded bottom up in the air, like a cat in heat waiting for her mate, Nathan joined her; two glasses of wine in hand. “Put that thing away,” he teased, pushing her bottom gently back down to the carpet. His hand lingered for a moment, then with an audible sigh, he reluctantly pulled it away and reached for his briefcase.
April slowly rolled over and revealed two perky breasts with pink nipples standing firmly at attention. Nathan let out a throaty growl. “Baby, how am I supposed to concentrate on my work with your tantalizing body cavorting with itself, like you have an invisible lover?”
“Well, how am I supposed to just lay here silently when everything around me feels so good?” April reached over to stroke Nathan’s ebony skin. Her creamy white fingers massaged his thigh sensually.
“My goodness, woman! You are insatiable today! I told you, I just need an hour to complete this proposal, then we can resume where we left off. Ok?” Nathan gave her a very long embrace, indicating exactly what he meant.
“OK… but, you’re lucky that I have some drawings to finish, or else, that proposal of yours would have to wait until Monday.” April pushed herself up off the floor, snagging her wine glass and turned towards her drafting table. She didn’t bother dressing or even throwing on a robe, there was no one to see them on their secluded property.
April and Nathan loved it here. 34 acres of nothing but Vermont’s majestic snow-capped mountains. They came here as often as their daily grind allowed them, which in April’s opinion, wasn’t nearly enough. She let her thoughts drift back on their day of hanging the Christmas lights on the trees outside. And just like in the movies, the snow had started falling softly around them, turning the chore into a pleasant part of the magic of December.
Nathan looked up from his work to find his wife staring off into space with the wispy look of dreams glowing on her face. She has the same contented look as when we first bought this cabin, Nathan thought with pleasure. His eyes traveled from her face, down her long silky neck to her breasts, which were still demanding his immediate attention. He nearly forgot the work in his lap until his rising desire pushed it onto the floor. “Damn!” he cursed, “Baby, please… throw on a robe or something… will you?”
April laughed, ”Of course, Nathan, my darling, your wish is my command.”
She rose off her chair and strode intimately close as she passed by him towards the fireplace. “But, first, I think we need another log on the fire.” Shifting her feet into a wider stance, she bent at the waist and reached into the wood bin. Very slowly, she placed the new log on the burning embers, causing a sudden flicker of sparks. April drew back with a start, right into Nathan’s waiting arms. He pulled her down to him, pushing his paperwork aside. “To hell with this… we’re starting HAPPY HOUR early.”
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