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Hearts, moons, stars, clovers…
“What the hell is this… a balloon? Since when the hell are balloons a talisman?” Frank poked around at the cereal in his bowl trying to find more magical juju.
When did these marshmallows shrink so much?
At 49 years on this earth, most would think it odd for him to be eating this kind of cereal. Wasn’t he supposed to be eating Fiber Plus or some shit like that?
Ah, hell… what did he care? He liked Lucky Charms.
Frank got up from the table and put his dish in the sink. He craned his thick neck side to side, the popping of his spine plinked through the kitchen.
“Time to get this show on the road,” he told the golden retriever by the door. He grabbed his jacket, smoothed his black curls under a skullcap and yanked open the heavy oak.
A blast of cold winter air bit at him, abducting his breath. Frank pulled up his collar, burrowing further into his Woolrich and trudged through the fresh snow towards his black Chevy Silverado.
Cranking up the heat he paused, unwilling to gear it into drive. Sorrow flooded his veins and agony blackened his heart. He dropped his head back and moaned to the ceiling of the cab.
“Fuuuuuuck…”
He was releasing his lover tonight. Something he didn’t want to do. At all. Being stuck between Lust and Right was not a place he enjoyed.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His fists pounded so hard on the steering wheel, the thing threatened to crack.
“All right, Frank… pull it together.” He blew out a deep settling breath just as James Taylor decided to make a vocal showing on the radio. “But I always thought that I’d see you again.”
“That’s it!” Frank slammed the ignition off and ripped the keys from the steering column. Nearly tearing the truck door from its hinges, he lurched out into the cold air.
Man, his back was itchy as hell.
“Oh… don’t even think about sprouting an appearance now!” he bellowed into the night sky. He had to get a grip before his emotions got out of hand. No way he was allowing them to unfold here, in the middle of suburbia.
He paced through the snow, trampling it, as if a crowd had milled around his yard. If he didn’t get his shit together soon, he would be late.
He pictured Abigail waiting for him.
Naked, martini in hand, reclining in that overstuffed king sized bed, nestled into those 1000 count Egyptian cotton sheets she liked so much. Pillows strewn everywhere. Auburn hair as wild as her libido.
Their uninhibited carnal sex was amazing. He’s had some pretty amazing sex with others, but nothing compares to what he and Abigail share.
The tingling pressure in his crotch drives him back to their last time together.
She positioned her lithe body on top of his, inching downward like melting chocolate. Sweet, slow and delicious. She paused when her mouth reached his nipple and languidly drew it in, casually rolling it around her tongue. She lifted her head just long enough to move over to the jealous twin straining so hard to get her attention. Franks hips bucked under her belly, demanding some of that action down below.
She descended to his rock solid rolling waves of a stomach, flicking her tongue in a passing greeting.
Abigail continued her journey south past Franks fine black-haired nest to his massively hard shaft and wrapped her palm around the thick width. She stroked gently and then more firmly, finding a rhythm until he was riding along with her.
Frank grabbed her head, eliciting an erotic moan from her sweet, delicious mouth. He entwined his fingers in her tousled soft mane and guided her to his blazing member. She grazed her lips over the tip, finding the pre-lube that had escaped. She licked. Frank groaned.
Abigail lifted her head and laughed in that sweet melodious tease of seduction. She looked at him with animalistic lust and then dove down, taking him in with the ferocious need of a starving woman.
Franks Levis became achingly restrictive, calling attention to the fact that he was still outside pacing. The cold wind was certainly not a factor now that his core temperature had heated up.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and stomped angrily into the house. He threw his skullcap to the floor and headed straight to the bar. Man’s best friend eyed him curiously.
“It’ll just take a minute, Jake. She can wait.”
Jake settled his muzzle back down between his paws, but kept his eyes on his master.
Frank poured himself a healthy shot of Belvedere. Tilting his head back and swallowing hard, he let the smooth anesthetic qualities of the vodka numb him out.
It didn’t last long.
Still feeling rammy, he removed his jacket, throwing it over the back of the sofa. That felt better.
But, not good enough.
Frank pulled the button-down long-sleeve shirt free of his jeans, tossing it on top of his jacket. The t-shirt came next. Pulling it up and over his head, he let it crumple to the floor.
Frank stood in his living room, all muscle and glory… bare-chested and pissed off at the world.
Tired of the confinement, he shrugged his shoulders in a great sinewy roll and unfurled his glossy black wings. All 9 feet tall of them. As he lengthened his feathery appendages to their full sprawling span of 12 feet across, a groan of pure pleasure escaped his lips.
Sweet Lord…
Swaying slightly from his full release, Frank closed his eyes and reveled in the feelings of freedom.
Jake lifted his head and watched his master as he stretched those broad wings. The dog could feel the air in the room change from desperate to complacency and he rolled onto his back in the security of it.
Frank opened his eyes and admired his reflection in the patio doors. It felt so good to lose the façade. Unfortunately, this liberation couldn’t last long. He had to go see Abigail and break off their relationship.
Darkness crowded his chest. Abigail was the best thing that happened to him on this earth. This shit just wasn’t fair.
He reached for his cell phone and dialed her number. She picked up half way through the first ring.
“Hello, lover… I’m waiting for you.” Her lilting voice was like a wind chime in his ear.
Shit… he did not want to do this. “Listen, Abby… we need to talk… we probably shouldn’t see each other anymore.”
“Oh, baby… c’mon, you know you don’t mean that. Is it about that little wing thing?”
“Wha…? How do you…? Www…?” Frank was stammering all over himself. He didn’t realize his knees buckled until he found his ass sitting on the floor.
“Oh, lover… I’ve known for months. When you come for me, you don’t realize they poke out a little? I think it’s very sexy. I can’t wait to see all of them. Come over now, baby… we’ll enjoy HAPPY HOUR together.”
Secret Martini
6 ounces Gin
2 ounces Lillet Blanc
2 dashes Angostura Bitters
Combine ingredients in a mixing glass filled with cracked ice. Stir well and strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with a cocktail olive.
Enjoy!
Mmmmm… the pool boy is here.
It’s a shame this will be one of his last visits for the year. I could lick the sweat right off this boy’s body. Vonnie felt a pulse of desire as she watched Damon’s athletic frame quiver with exertion from dragging the pool equipment behind him.
She laid her head against the chaise and closed her eyes. It was a very long time since she felt desire. She thought that feeling died along with her husband 2 years ago.
Vonnie’s heart squeezed as she thought of Jackson. He was a good man and provided everything she would ever need. Even before he got sick, Vonnie was always foremost in his thoughts. And when the chemo failed, Jackson intently focused on making sure his wife would be financially secure the rest of her life. They would sit together for hours at a time talking about Vonnie’s future without him. Jackson always said, “Be sure you find another love. Life would be so lonely for you, if you don’t.” They joked that her new love might not even be a man, at all. Who knew what the future would bring?
Vonnie smiled to herself at the memory and opened her eyes to see Damon watching her. He quickly looked away, hoping she didn’t notice and went back to his work.
Vonnie got up and went in the house to make herself an appletini. She searched around in the bar cabinets looking for the poly carb martini ‘glasses’ that Jackson purchased when they built the pool. “Never bring glass poolside,” he would admonish if she ever forgot. “Look at these,” he once told her, “they don’t even look plastic!”
Again, Vonnie found herself smiling. Maybe she should offer Damon a drink. No… he was still on the clock and would most likely get in trouble if his boss smelled alcohol on his breath at the end of the day. She pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator for him instead.
As she made her way down the steps to the pool, the martini she was balancing in one hand splashed out of the glass and onto Vonnie’s breasts. Shit… these things catch everything, she thought coming to a complete stop.
“Here, let me help you with that.” Damon was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hand outstretched.
Vonnie looked up from her breasts, a slight flush rising on her cheeks, “Oh, thank you. I brought you a bottle of water, I thought you might be thirsty.” She noticed the perfection of his face, the deep set of his eyes, his chiseled cheekbones, the sharp line of his jaw, the dimple set in his chin … My God, this man is beautiful… fireworks were shooting off in her body.
“Thanks,” Damon said taking the bottle, “I am thirsty”.
He turned on his heel and retreated to his task, finishing the sentence under his breath…”Yes, I am thirsty, but it isn’t for water. If only you knew how the sound of your blood rushing through your veins affects me. How your scent captures me. How being near you with your devastated heart, is pulling at the very core of my existence.”
Damon’s fangs ran out just enough that he had to turn his head to make certain Vonnie wouldn’t notice. He also hoped she wouldn’t notice the heightened state of his swim trunks.
Vonnie sat enjoying her cocktail, shooting imperceptible glances at Damon. She was definitely attracted to him and wondered if there was much of an age difference. The few times they actually spoke always seemed too short and very restrained on Damon’s part. But really, she thought, what would this gorgeous man see in my broken hearted, left over life?
Vonnie immediately criticized herself. She and Jackson had gone over this endlessly. “Don’t feel sorry for yourself when I’m gone. It’s just my body leaving you. My heart will always live within yours. You must complete your own life, in your own time. Never, never compromise your happiness because I’m no longer here.” Jackson preached these words time and again. And so, Vonnie now repeated them to herself. A tear trickled down her cheek. “What the hell is in this drink?”
Damon cast a sideways look at Vonnie, she was obviously struggling with sad memories. Could this be the right time to approach her? He knew she wanted him, he could smell it. Yet when he listened to her thoughts, she was unsure if he was attracted to her.
It was actually kind of funny when she was inside her house, fixing herself a drink, wondering if he would like a fruity martini. She worried needlessly about the alcohol smell on his breath. Of course, she couldn’t possibly know that alcohol had absolutely no effect what-so-ever on his body.
Damon continued to stroke the pool rhythmically with the broom, thinking of all the vampire lore throughout the ages. Garlic, wooden stakes, crosses and most recently, glittering skin in the sunlight… where did all this stuff come from?
He didn’t know and really didn’t care. All he knew was that everyone – vampire, human, gnome, werewolf, dog – lived on this earth to fulfill the need for love. And here, sitting in front of him, drinking a green martini – was his love. He knew it from the first time he set eyes on her, when Jackson hired him to take care of the pool. Jackson knew it too. Jackson also knew that Damon wasn’t human.
Maybe he knew because he was in between life and death and could see beyond the barriers of human consciousness. Maybe, it was because Jackson knew that other creatures, beyond logical thinking, existed on this planet. Maybe, it was because Jackson could finally see the magic that surrounds us all daily. What ever it was that enabled Jackson to see Damon’s true self was the very thing that made Jackson give Damon his blessing to be with his wife when he perished from this earth.
Damon’s eyes fixed on Vonnie, he knew it was finally time. He lay down the pool brush and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. She looked up at him as he discreetly checked to make sure his fangs were fully retracted, and started walking towards her.
Vonnie’s breath caught in her throat, her heartbeat accelerating. She unconsciously licked her lips as she straightened her posture. As if in slow motion, she watched the magnificent creature draw closer, muscles rippling with every step. The wind gusted, catching a strand of his glossy black mane, blowing it across his forehead and making him look so sexy she could barely contain herself. She squirmed with longing anticipation.
Damon grasped her hand, sending almost palpable shock waves through her body. She felt ravenous with lust for this exquisite, bewitching piece of perfection now kneeling in front of her.
Vonnie couldn’t help herself… she reached for Damon’s face and drew him closer, their lips almost touching. She was completely mesmerized. ”I don’t understand what is happening to me. I need to be with you.”
“And I with you, Vonnie.” Damon revealed his fangs.
Vonnie stared only a moment before reaching up and touching a tapered point, cutting her finger just enough to draw a tiny drop of blood. Looking straight into Damon’s wild, heated eyes, she inserted her finger into her own mouth and sucked provocatively, nearly sending Damon over the edge.
He picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the hammock that was swaying gently in the warm breeze. He caressed her throat with his lips and tongue, his razor sharp fangs only a hairs breadth away. He licked, then kissed her jaw, her throat, her ears and finally her lips… their kiss was as passionate and deep as if they’d been long, lost lovers. Their swimsuits crumbled to the ground with a whisper.
Damon moved slowly down her body, tenderly exploring every inch. When he reached her most secret place, Vonnie gasped. She grabbed his long, soft curls and rocked into his tongue. Damon complied with her demanding request, increasing his rhythm. Staying with her urgent thrusts, he worked her into a climactic frenzy. At the height of her passion, he replaced his tongue with a finger and turned to her inner thigh, sinking his fangs into the soft, warm flesh. Her tender vein yielded willingly.
As he drew on her blood, Vonnie reached her zenith with a carnal, hedonistic cry, liberating her of all the pain and loneliness she suffered since the loss of Jackson. Damon, feeling her relinquish both physically and emotionally, let himself succumb to the moment and also shook with release. The sensual pleasures washed over them both, satiating them completely.
They lay together, exhausted and spent, luxuriating in the sun. Finally, Damon propped himself up on one arm, resting his head in his hand. He looked at Vonnie with a twinkle in his eyes and a crooked smile forming on his lips, “So, that drink you were going to offer me, the green one…? I think I’d like to make you one that is much more appropriate for HAPPY HOUR.”
Vampire
1 1/2 oz. Vodka (or Raspberry or Cranberry Vodka)
1/2 oz. Chambord
2 oz. Cranberry Juice
Add ingredients to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake and strain into a chilled martini glass.
Cheers!
“It smells like sex in here.”
“I know. Heady, isn’t it? Come here, woman, let’s see if we can increase the potency.” Marshall beckoned to her from the bed with dark eyes and outstretched arms.
Amanda lingered in the doorway of the bathroom. Her skin was still moist from the shower and her damp hair hung to the top of the towel she had wrapped around her body.
The appeal of climbing back into bed with her lover was nearly overpowering, but the reality of having to return to the office kept her from discarding her towel and probably losing her job. She’d taken to having 2 hour lunches since she met this golden God of a man 3 months earlier.
“I think my boss is starting to realize I’m having an affair.”
Marshall’s arms dropped with a thud on the duvet. “How can this be an affair, when we’re both single?”
“You know what I mean. I’m not doing enough work. I’m cheating on my job.”
“That’s ludicrous. You’re probably doing more work than you ever did, because you’re feeling guilty about your 2 hour lunches!”
Marshall’s insightful reasoning and soothing purr of laughter enhanced the feelings she was having lately. I’ve only known this man 3 months and I’ve already fallen in love.”
“Amanda…”
The melodious cadence of Marshall’s voice stroked her from across the room. She felt the heat of desire burn between her thighs.
“Come back to bed… let me ease those worries.”
Amanda’s resolve melted to the floor along with her towel. She slowly, almost hypnotically sauntered across the room.
Marshall watched her sensuous body glide towards him, thinking she was the most beautiful woman on this earth. He lifted the bed covers to invite her in.
She lay down on the bed and he immediately closed the distance between their bodies with a graceful slide across the sheets. His growing need for her pushing insistently against her hip.
Marshall took her earlobe gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth across her diamond earring. The heat between her legs shot up a notch.
“I love the way your skin tastes… like caramel and vanilla.”
Amanda’s breath escaped in a hushed sigh.
She entwined her fingers in his soft blonde locks and closed her eyes.
Marshall released her ear and brushed his lips down her jawline. “Your scent is so… intoxicating,” he whispered against her chin.
Amanda shifted her body so they were facing each other. His hazel eyes glinted gold as he looked deeply into hers. It felt as if he was piercing her soul with his adoring gaze.
His mouth came down on hers suddenly, hungrily. His succulent tongue probing passionately.
Amanda grew slick with yearning. She needed him inside of her.
Marshall ran his hands down Amanda’s back, over her buttocks and between her thighs.
“Do you realize, Amanda… that I’ve fallen in love with you?”
He pulled her body firmly against his erection, as if to punctuate the point.
“My desire for you overwhelms me… I can’t eat… I can’t sleep… when you aren’t with me, it drives me mad. I want you here… always… with me.”
Amanda only stared. Am I dreaming? Is this gorgeous billionaire playboy really saying what I think I’m hearing?
Marshall saw the confusion in Amanda’s eyes, the questions that had yet to escape her lips.
“Amanda… I am spellbound by you. You have brought to me feelings I never thought I would feel. Please… please… consider what I’ve asked.”
Amanda was speechless for only a moment. She reached down between them and caught his hardness in her hands. She stroked lovingly, reverently.
“Marshall, my paramour… I too, love you. And yes, I will be with you. But, now… it’s time to finish what you’ve started.”
She guided him into her, the warmth of her core enclosed around him perfectly.
“I guess I won’t be going back to work today. Let’s make love until HAPPY HOUR.”
Sex
1 oz. Coffee Liqueur
1 oz. Orange Liqueur
Fill a rocks glass with ice. Add ingredients. Stir. Garnish w/ orange slice.
Enjoy!
You have absolutely no excuse now,
Marie thought as she sat down on the floor beside the Christmas tree, the Twelfth Day of Christmas was yesterday.
Marie leaned against the wall, letting her head drop back to gaze up at the ornaments decorating the Frasier fir. She wasn’t ready to dismantle the tree quite yet. If it were up to her, the house would stay dressed in all it’s holiday glory for another few weeks. But the reality was, the season was over and she had to take everything down.
It was actually quite depressing for her, sitting here, knowing this would be the last day to enjoy the scent of the tree, the glow of the lights, the greens on the mantle and the gifts left under the tree.
That was one thing she wouldn’t budge on, no matter what. All the opened presents must stay under the tree until it was time for the tree to come down. She didn’t know why she thought like that — she just did.
Her eyes wandered up the tree and landed on the blown glass head of the Devil. He wore a wicked grin plastered across his face and his horns were adorned in glitter.
She made a special hanger for this one… actually… a lot of her favorite ornaments had wire and bead hangers that Marie lovingly crafted herself. No cheap store-bought hooks for my fave’s! she thought with a smile.
Marie took a silent inventory of the ornaments… almost as if she was saying goodbye.
The oversized ornaments from Radio City Music Hall were among her most treasured. She would purchase a new one every year when they went to see the Christmas Spectacular in New York City. So far, she collected 8 of those, although she missed this year’s edition. Maybe I’ll order it online. I wonder how many of those I’d have if my Mom would have bought them for me every time she took us to see that show as a kid? Probably dozens by now! The thought made Marie smile with gratitude.
As she thought of her Mother, Marie caught sight of the Polish stars her Mom painstakingly assembled for her and her sisters. Each one took several hours of cutting and twisting paper, then sewing each twisted spike onto string to pull into an orb.
Unbelievable! Marie thought, Mom made dozens of these and she’s not even the one who’s Polish! I guess she did it to honor my Dad… the thick-headed Pollock that he is! Marie laughed out loud at her thoughts.
“Why must I take down the Christmas tree?!?” she lamented loudly. Her dogs cocked an ear at her frustration.
“Don’t worry, puppies… I’m OK,” Marie soothed.
She took one longing, last look at the grand fir adorned with decades of memories…
A Trip to the Beach
Leo the Lion created from clay by her older sister when they were both teens
Unicorns from fantasies past
her favorite football team
her Father's love of cards
the King Tut exhibit that she was privileged to view 3 times
the vacation of a lifetime on Kauai
Even Santa faces she painted herself for a craft show -- then refused to sell them -- hung proudly among the green branches.
Marie’s dogs waited patiently for her to get to work. Even they could sense that this project was going to take a while. They nestled into pillows resting in the corner and looked intently into each other’s eyes. They communicated silently in the way that only a dog is able.
“Looks like Mom is having a tough one today. Is that a tear in her eye? She’s been staring at that tree for hours! She looks like she needs a break, I think it’s time she goes and enjoys HAPPY HOUR!”
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