Part 2 to A Secret Kiss will be let out by tonight. Loving the build.
Part 2 to A Secret Kiss will be let out by tonight. Loving the build.
The parting of moistened lips from being thoroughly kissed is so visually stimulating, that secreted parts that are covered from view are making them selves known with a moistened sheen on satin fabric.
Bzzzz **** Bzzzz
The alarm goes off and Jose wakens from the same dream she’s been having for the last eight nights straight. Getting up too quickly is a curse that she is doomed to repeat many, many times in her life and today is no different.
Dragging herself out of bed and going straight to the bathroom, she see herself in the bathroom mirror. What she see’s if the reflection of her twin sister Lisa, who passed away ten years ago. The were identical in every way except they were mirror images of each other. Jose had a mole on her left wrist. So Lisa had it on her right. They had the one blue eye and one brown eye gene and it was on the opposite sides as well. Jose blue eye was on the right and Lisa’s was on the left.
When they turned eighteen years old they decided to split up for a year and see how it felt to be apart. At first it was hard for them being so attached to each to separate from each other but it became easier for Lisa when she met Ethan. At eighteen there parents had split and lived in two different cities so that helped with their decision.
Jose pulled her self from her memories and managed to go about her routine.
She lived in a studio apartment on the west bank of Laurent Street in Manchester Pennsylvania.
The tree have started to turn over from green the orange and reds and littering the sidewalk.
Jose made it on time to the her job as a tax assistant to Barry Walter’s.
The man had so many clients during tax season he almost had a nervous breakdown when the tax laws had change in the middle of last year. But as a professional he pulled it together fixed everyone taxes and left to Cancun for a month to unwind.
During that time Jose ran the office. Now he’s back and He was expecting his first client at precisely 10 am. It was 9:30 and Jose set the atmosphere.
See, she was not just any client. She was the owner of a chain of jewelry stores that are only known to the very wealthy. He landed the gig because he was an unknown tax preparer.
As she was plugging in the air effects, Jose heard the door open. She stood up and turned into the lips she seen in her dreams that very morning.
“Can I help you?”
He looked at her as if she was insignificant. “I was told to meet Alexandrea Monchunt here. Has she arrived?”
“Who are you, please?”
“Really? You don’t know who I am?”
‘Okay, the guy who’s mouth is delish, is a straight up ass.’ Jose thought
“Again, who are you?”
The door opened behind her and her boss walked out and went straight to the ass.
“Hello Mitchel, Have you met my assistant Josephine Spark?”
‘He gave me another once over before rolling his eyes. Can you believe he rolled his eye’s?’ She thought.
“Briefly. I was supposed to meet Alex here but it seems like she had not arrived yet. I will return in twenty minutes. In that time, can you school your assistant Barry, on who I am.”
“I know what you are.” Jose whispered as he walked out of the office.
“What happened out here?”
“All I asked was who was he? He was asking for a very high paying client and I know you did not want anyone to know she was coming.”
He sighed and explained that, that ass was Sir Mitchel Long. A knighted guard in her majesty service. He was assigned to escort Alexandrea Monchunt to London after taking care of certain affairs today.
“Well he behaved rude and I do not care if he is a knight. I will be professional and do my job.”
Her boss smiled at her.”Jose your always professional. Just relax and you look nice.”
He never payed many compliments but when he did it was heart felt.
“Now continue your work and relax around him, even if he is rude. I apologize in advance.”
For a boss he was a bit soft but he knew his numbers and that’s why he brings in private clients.
‘How could she not know who I am? I hate the states.’
He walked over to a small shop and ordered a coffee with specific instructions. He knew that, that woman at Barry’s office would not have what he like to make a proper coffee.
The woman behind the register was looking at him with the usual admiring look he was accustomed to. That infuriating woman did not look at him at all like that. Why was that bothering him? No it was the fact that Alex was purposely not at the place.
‘Mitchel she did not have to be there until 10.’ He told himself.
He wanted to return home. He had had enough and he had his fill with the excitement of being Alex’s body guard. He was thirty and needed something more in his life. Which he figured was impossible now since he had no time to look. That was the only reason he took the assignment in the hope to find his match.
No such luck. He looked at his watch and seen that it was 10: 05. “She better be there” He said finishing off one of the only vices that made being here in the states bearable.
Here we go ladies and gents. This is where my life had to take one path on a road that had a fork in it. I went to visit my mother in the hospital and I felt as if my heart was beating against my chest like a fist.
The hospitals billing manager came in to speak to me while my mom was getting attended to. The over all bill was ridiculously high and the fact that my mother’s insurance was only paying partial did not help all that much.
I went home and did the only thing that my brain would allow me to do. Break down in hysterics. After I cried and broke a couple of things, I calmed down and stared at the bottle of vodka that had been sitting on my shelf in the corner for over a year. I really did not like vodka but it did the trick at mellowing me out.
At this point I called Lettie and made arrangement to meet her the next day for lessons. I had to figure out how I was going to get a regular paying job and do the stripping on the side. I needed money.
I didn’t bother calling heckle and jeckle over because they would just try to did tract me from the reality of my situation. I must have called ten places for a job and landed one interview. That would be in two days.
So I had a lesson and a job interview. Things started to feel a little bit easier.
Going over to a stranger house for stripper lesson should have raised a red flag but of course I decided to check it out anyway.
First thing is first when your inner alarm tells you to turn around. Listen to it. She lived in an four story apartment complex. I went to her apartment door and it opened automatically. A woman with a white blonde wig stood in front of me with a tube top and ass hugging shorts on.
Hi I am Lettie, come in. She walked in front of me and I know she was purposely swinging her ass harder left to right to catch my attention. Little did she know I do not go down on Boston cream way.
Looking around she did not have much furniture but it was clean and quiet.
Lettie sat down on a big fluffy cushion on the floor. “So lets not waist time I have to be some where in an hour.”
“You think it will be quick then?”
“Girl a lap dance is dry fucking. It’s either your good at it or bad at it.”
That statement should have had me walk out but the bills kept flashing through my mind.
“Look you sit and watch me. Your the customer and I am the dancer.” Lettie put on some music from her itouch and started to move. She did not lie. She was literally swerving and grinding as if she was trying to have sex.
“Now here is where things get tricky. Usually the customer is excited and aroused. In that back room where no one see’s what going on. It is up to you where you pump the breaks or if you go full throttle a head. If you go full throttle I do have a doctor you should see to make sure your alright down there.”
“Okay, not going full throttle. I just need to make money to pay the bills.”
“Well then stand up and dance. Let me see where you need improvement.”
I stayed at her place dancing and learning what is my best angle and how to look at every customer as if they were the only customer I had for the entire evening. I gave her the money she asked for and left as fast as I could. The vibe she was putting off was getting a bit too intense for my liking.
(Now if your not reading click off because I wouldn’t be at this point.)
I went to work that night and everything was going well and I had my first back room customer. Let’s call him jet.
Jet looked like he was in his fifties and had more drinks than he could handle. Well he wanted to go in the back room. I closed the door for privacy and he immediately sat on the lounge chair.
I began to dance remembering what Lettie said. Jet out of the blue asked,’ Can I cum on your leg.”
I said “No!”
He continued to beg and plead and offered to give me a hundred and fifty dollars if I allowed him to jerk off and cum on my leg.
Honestly I was disgusted but I needed the money and I seen there were wipes in the rooms. I gave in and continued dancing as he worked himself up. All I felt was the spray of warm cum down my leg.
He cleaned him self up and put his dick away and handed me the money. After he left I swore that was the first and last time and cleaned my leg off.
I left the room and danced the rest of the night but I turned down offers to go back to the rooms.
Later that night as I walked to my car, the guy that came on my leg was waiting for me.
I turned around and went back inside and told the bouncer. He went out there and got rid of the guy. This should have been the clue to stop but I just couldn’t I needed the money.
I had gotten the job as a bartender later on that week. I worked three months straight bartending in the day and stripping at night.
One night Mather called me to his office and told me that he did not think that I was a good fit for the club any more. I was not pulling the right amount of money and I looked exhausted. I normally would have put up a fight but I had pulled in enough money to pay off my bills.
“Alright that cool.” I said then I turned to leave.
I turned back around and Mathew walked from around his desk to me in seconds. “Now that you don’t work here how about I take you out.”
I stood there staring at this man who I fantasized about numerous times and masturbated to even more, was asking me out.
“So that was your deal hugh?”
Before I could think Mathew kissed me deep and hard. His body was so firm I damn near came on myself.
“So your answer is?”
So was I cut out to be a stripper? Yes. But do I want to?
I hope you all enjoyed Charlie short snippet of her stripper life. If you did please leave a comment and like it. Until next we burn. Fia
So my mom is the hospital and I have rent to pay. My minimum wage jobs is not going to be able to get me out of this hole. So I made up my mind that I would strip a couple of times just to see if that will ease the stress off me
I called the number and the same guy answered the phone. That voice is amazing. He told me to come in at seven to fill out the paper work and ready to dance.
The first thing that came to mind is “What the hell am I doing?” I have no idea what to do. What to wear and how long am I supposed to be there. I must have talked myself out of it five to six times. Even on the way there.
I did not tell Michelle or Joseph. I figure that there is no need to bring them into to this weird period in my life. I got there at six to watch the girls and see what they were wearing. I bought a matching bra and thong set which is modest compared to what I seen.
“Your early.” That voice. I looked up and I swear I was going to be sitting in a puddle. The man was hot. He gave me the forms to fill out and said to relax. He knew it was my first time so he wanted me to do one whole song and that was it for the night.
I agreed and ordered myself a drink. Not to get drunk just to put a little fire in my belly. I went to the dressing room and the girls there looked at me with daggers in there eyes. I changed into the out fit and the house mom walked over to me to give me the rules.
I felt like I was in catholic school. All the rules went in one ear and out the other. My focus was the stage.
I went on stage to a nice up beat song. Something I definatly could move to. Half way through the song I began to take off some cloths and Money started coming my way. I don’t know if it was the money, the music, or that little bit of liquid courage, but I danced two more songs that night.
I made six hundred that night and I was hooked. I watched the girls and I picked up a few tips and tricks. The manager, Mathew was impressed at how I just blossomed so easily on stage. He called me to his office and this is where I did not know who I was becoming.
Mathew sat there looking at me and when he seen I was getting uncomfortable with him staring at me. He finally spoke. “Carlie have you ever done a lap dance?”
My heart stopped. I never even danced until that night. Now he is asking about a lap dance.
“I’ll take your silence as no. Here, take this.” Mathew said as he handed me the number.
“That is Lettie’s number. Call her and she will teach you what to do. One rule, no prostituting on the premises.”
Once those words escaped his lips. I kid you not, I passed out. I did not realized I was holding my breath so long. When I came too I was in his arms and he smiled at me.
“It’s a shame I do not date strippers. Are you alright?” He asked.
My brain began to work again and I got up and left as quick as I could. So telling you all this is leading up to the grand finally. So if you have to use the bathroom go and then come back.
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This is for my non fantasy readers. I hope you enjoy Carlie stripper life. This should be without saying Adult content. 18 and over please.
If I would have known what I know now then, well maybe my life would have turned out differently. Yes we all say that and when I was younger I told myself that I would never ever say that.
I guess it’s time to tell the story and stop stalling. I’ll start out by saying My name is Carlie Winslow but my stripper name is Magic. Far from Carlie right. Before for all come at me I will say it was my choice to be a stripper and no one else.
I am what you consider a tomboy so why would anyone ever think I could be a stripper. Honestly I never gave that a chance in hell as a career option. I am about five feet, six inches tall. Unruly auburn hair and dark brown eyes boarder lining on red.
As for my body? I’ll give your the specs. Bust 34, Waist 30 and ass 37. Skin tone is the color of coffee caramel. I have nice shaped lips, I was told and what comes out of those lips sometimes would get me in a world of trouble.
It was in august when my friend Joseph and Michelle asked me to go out with them to a new club that opened up on I-19. At that time I would rather watch the sports channel then to go to the club.
Michelle was getting ready , putting on lip gloss then spraying some body spay that tends to choke me every time she used it. Joseph was just waiting on her, sitting on the couch.
Let me tell you about joseph he is what you would call Your eyes are playing tricks on you. He is your down home country boy. Hetero from the get go. Body thick from working on his uncles farm. Hair naturally body waved and the perfect suckable lips a man could have.
Then one day out of the blue he said “Carlie, Michelle I’m a porn star.”
I definatly did not believe him and Michelle was on hormone overdrive.
Joseph had sex with both male and female. He said honestly he likes both sexes equally. Till this day he has not shown me a film of his, but Michelle searched it out. She said that if she would have known what he had she would have givin him some in high school. Michelle is a horn dog.
Now back to me. They were getting ready to go out and Joseph looked at me and said,” If you do get up and change into something so you can come to the club. I’m going to put one of my films in.”
That had me jump up and grab a short shirt and sheer blouse set I was given as a gift. I pulled my hair into a manageable pony tail and put on sheer lip gloss.
Michelle wanted to add more. But I talked her out of it. We head out to the club and I realized it was a stripper bar. I wanted to run. They refused to let me go. My heart was pounding because I did not feel right being there. The music was great and once we sat down. I did not feel so nervous.
As the night went on I had a couple of drinks. Michelle said I had at least four drinks and five shots. The rest of the night was a blurr but Michelle and Joseph filled me in.
I was dancing on the stage with the girls and the owner asked me to go the back room to audition. Joseph said he was laughing so hard that he almost pissed himself and Michelle was laughing just as hard. They said I was so upset that they were laughing that I went to the back room and danced for the man.
I must have impressed him because he afford me a job if I wanted one. At that point Joseph and Michelle dragged me out the club and took me home.
Now I’M going to skip a few days because nothing interesting happened after that. It was a Thursday night when I received a phone call from August. I do not know an august. so I answered it to say It’s the wrong number. When a voice so deep and sexy asked for me by name. I almost came on myself.
“Hello Carlie I was wondering if you were interested in dancing at the club.”
I was so embarrassed because I was just going by what my friends told me what happened. They did not tell me that I went in the back with him and took my cloths off. I almost died. I must have said something funny because he chuckled.
“Listen you dance decently and your body is toned and would drive any mans dick to salute. If you decide to dance come in fill out the paper work and we can get you going as soon as that night.”
He didn’t wait for a good bye he just hung up. I sat there with no words coming out thinking, ‘I took my cloths off to a complete stranger. A stranger who voice is sexy as hell.’
I called Joseph and confronted him about me being left alone with a stranger to take my cloths off. He told me I was so combative that they just let me do it. The guy was on the up and up. that when he spilled the beans that he was in the room too.
I was going to die. Joseph said that if she did decide to do it that he would definatly be a customer. I stopped speaking to Joseph. Michelle was on my shit list and I decided to forget about the club., Until I was told my mom was in an accident and they had to keep her in the hospital under medically induced coma.
Do you know how much all that costs? So you guessed it. I went to the club and danced.
Hi all this is the intro to the story. It is a three part story and the third part is going to get graphic. Please comment and follow.
So the story I just started call How many times must I die. Will be changed to Seven Deaths. It suits the story line better. Also you will see that I posts different pics of the character and you may get confused as to why I switch the main character looks. That will be explained as well in the story.
As for The Call of the Dhampir I am at the mid to end point of that story so do not worry I did not drop the ball. It is taking time to figure out where everyone will end up.
As always I do love feed backs and star if you like what I have written. Other surprises will be announced. I am so excited.
Until next we meet. Keep it burning. (I do not own picture)
Adorjan stood before the gate with the three locks. It was rusted and foliage had over grown all around it. Ukr stood his distance so Adorjan can have space to figure out the first obstacles.
It should not be hard he thought. He needed to find the key first and then figure out which one it would fit in too. He started to look around on the ground. Move little rocks and pushed the bushes to the side. Still he could not find the key.
This was not going to be as simple as that he thought he Staring at the door he noticed that one of the key holes was designed differently. It looked similar to canine teeth. He reached out and glided his finger across it. He felt a sharp pain before pulling his finger back.
There was two holes on the pad of his finger that was pooling with his blood. He was tempted to put his finger in his mouth to suck his blood but the key whole looked as if it wanted the blood that was coming from his finger.
Adorjan dripped some blood down the face of it and he heard a bolt unlock. So his blood was the key to opening the door. The door creaked open as all heavy old doors do when they were not maintained.
He looked back at okr and nodded his head to let him know he was going to continue. Once Adorjan entered the deathly dark tunnel he had gotten a scent of spoiled eggs.
“What could possibly give off that smell?” He whispered to himself. He moved further in and the sides of the tunnel lite up with blue fire. He never seen blue fire before. How was it created was definatly unnatural.
He moved further down the tunnel only to step in a gelatinous muck on the ground. It gave off the smell of rotting eggs. He looked around to discover skin that was sheaded off a beings body.
He continued to walk further in. A low murmuring was just a head. He had not weapon to fight what could out to greet him. Further, and further in he went the sound became louder and louder.
He came upon a room. The room had a large animal sleeping in the center of it. Adorjan decided to try to get around it to get to the other tunnel opening behind it. The animal opened it’s eyes.
Adojan froze. The eyes was clear as glass. The beast stood. It was fifteen feet in height and it’s fangs were a foot long. The skin reminded him of the lizard that roamed around in the woods but it’s head resembled a cat. It was the most horrific looking animal that was ever created. But the question is how to get past the beast without getting those teeth sunk into him.
As the party waned and the guest left. She could not stop thinking of her betroth. He was attractive, playful, seductive and brutally honest. Could she be able to satisfy such a man?
She had a lot to think about but not tonight. She decided to enjoy what was left of the feast ivies.
“Are you happy with you match?” That was the most Makalo said to her all evening. It did look like he really wanted her input.
“Well whether I like it or not I will become his wife.”
“You are correct.”
She wanted to storm off but that would make the family look awful.
“He is suitable.”
“That is good. I will be leaving you to attend to the rest of the guest. You are old enough to handle this.”
She was stunned that he would do such a thing. But he turned and left. This was a test. She can not fail at.
Sorry for the long wait. I have so many longs on the fire it takes time to get to all of them. Please like and follow if you are enjoying the story. Until next time this is Fia saying keep the fires burning.
Hello my fire starters. I am so sorry I have been MIA for a bit. But I did announce that I would not be on so much.
I had an couple of personal events that has burned up my time. Do not get me wrong, I like the heat.(wink)
I am hoping to get back on track in another month or two. Until then I will keep you in the mix. Until next we read, which will be shortly.
Keep the fires stoke, because Fia likes a wild fire.
Welcome my fire starters. It has been a bit and I am sure the fires had died down quite a bit. Let’s get it roaring shall we.
Q) My friends have been complaining that I put too much makeup on my lips. They say that I am not fooling any one and if I am that self conscious about it I could get plastic surgery to get them smaller. What do you think?
A) Are you sitting down? I am not going to sugar coat this answer at all.
Enjoy those lips. You heard right. Enjoy and celebrate that you have them. Every man is fantasying how those lips feel around his dick. Plain and simple. They watch the way you talk and eat and drink. Thinking “she/he can suck the hell out my dick.” Why mask it? You want them to look, you want those thin lip people to envy. No collagen was necessary, just genetics.
Q) I feel like the world is against me. I moved up in my company quick and I honestly did work to hard for it. (Photographic memory). I tried to have a simple conversation in the lunch room with a couple of people and they looked at me as if I was a piece of shit. What can I do to let them see the real me?
A) Here is the answer. Nothing! there is nothing you can do to make anyone like you. You can get them to respect you though. there has to be something at work that shows them that you earned your position. The whole world is not against you. Just that small world at your job is. Leave that planet and go home. At the end of the day you do not have to see them again until nine o’clock the next day.
Q) I don’t want to talk my friends about this because they would definatly look at me like I am crazy. So I had sex last night for the first time. I honestly did not enjoy it. It was uncomfortable and I was to nervous. My question is do all women enjoy it?
A) Nope. Only the chosen enjoy their first rodeo. Look I gather you were nervous and there was nothing he was gong to do to you, that you had not read or heard your friends talk about. Some people feel slight pain and some feel nothing at all. The build up is very important. If fear is involved with the build up, then no you are not going to enjoy it. If he was out for himself ,no your not going to enjoy it. If your mind is not in the moment and it’s wondering off. Your not going to enjoy it. If you have clitoral orgasms. Tell him to play with it while he’s getting his. That will help you enjoy it, because I did not read anywhere that you had an orgasm in that sexual experience. The next time should be better, if your ready for it.
Q) I read these books on how to give good oral sex and honestly my jaw hurts. How do you over come that?
A) Practice, practice, practice. lol. Take a zucchini make it cold and suck on that until it warms up. then move to a banana suck on that twirl your tongue around it enjoy the texture. Advance to a thick cucumber. The whole thing is conditioning the jaw. Now guys you need to start drinking from some juice boxes, suck on popsicle sticks and if your woman has a puffy pussy, a small water melon will do . Cut it in half and suck until you took all the seeds out (please spit the seeds out). In between remember to breath. Please do not stop breathing. (Don’t use grapefruit or lemons if your lips are chapped it’s gonna burn.)Please, please do not stop breathing.
So I have set the blaze. Tell me what your think. Do you have a better technique? Let me know. Comment like and subscribe. Tell a friend. Email me at email@example.com for advice. Until next we me. Keep it burning. Fia xoxox
Hello my fire starters. I hope all of you are keeping that fire burning. I wanted to give you all a bit of what are you are up to post.
So I am trying my hand at murder, mystery story. I do not want any of my followers to think I am going to stop writing my fantasy, or erotic stories. At the moment I have invested a lot of my time in a fantasy mystery book. Which I hope to finish by the end of spring.
But “The Eight O’clock Train” post seemed to want to come out. It is happening in today’s world. No fantasy ,so I am going to push my imagination to it’s limits. Where will it go. ARRG!
The call of the Dhamper is still going and I am pleased with it. There is an end to that story but I am still developing the characters which is hard when I did not want it to go on too long.
Also I will be announcing something very soon that I hope will be received by people well. We will see. Nothing ventured nothing gained. Right?
So that is all so far. Keep the fire burning Fire starters. Fia xoxo