“You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.”
HELL YES. Truer words have never been spoken. Who doesn’t like a kiss that makes your head spin? Remember those make-out sessions from Jr. high, high school or for the late bloomers, college. The sweep of sweet velvet tongue across your lips that leads to just that little bit more.
And what about a man who is forward, but not physically forceful, instead he makes it so you are the one pulling towards him. And when he leaves you hanging, because he didn’t just take you in his arms and kiss you in a way that makes you forget basic things, like how to stand upright. You want him even more.
The phrase ‘I love you to the hate’ clearly describes this emotion. You can’t stand to look at him, but you spend your days imagining what it would feel like to have him come up from behind, flip you around and hold you against a wall with nothing more then gentle hand that might as well be a vice, because you cannot move.
“And you Miss, are no lady.”
Rhett was the kind of guy that made you think of all the nastiness in the world as, a fun Sunday afternoon instead of something to sit in confessional until the priest runs from the room screaming from the horror of it all.
Rhett spoke to the point and never minced his words. He was one of the first trustworthy men in many of our lives. If Rhett loved you, he loved you. He wanted a night with you, he said it. Oh, he’d take no for an answer, because contrary to popular belief, he was a gentleman. There was no foreplay or long soliloquies about love, but there was never any doubt about how he felt.
When I write men I don’t have the brash and boisterous men, but the quiet man who stakes his claim for your heart. Not that there isn’t a passion that erupts. Pinned down with the whole of him surrounding you, causing the heart to quicken and knees to become weak. It isn’t until you break his calm resolve that you start to learn there is strength within him.
Below is an excerpt from Silly Girl. It is an unedited rough draft. Sylvia has been in love with the superstar basketball player Matthias Jessup since high school. She only met him this day due to a snowstorm. All night she has been fighting off his advances trying not to be a jersey chaser … but Matthias has stated his point, told her what he wanted and left it up to her.
Sitting up straight Sylvia looked down the hall to Matthias’ open bedroom door. The motto of loved and lost was dancing around her mind. So what if she became a one-night-stand to Matthias Jessup. It wasn’t like she had a chance to be more. This was her one shot at feeling his body against hers for real. The memories alone made it worth the hard glare of the morning’s sun.
Mustering up the courage to walk the twenty or so feet to his door Sylvia stood up, fluffed her hair and walked straight to the kitchen. Leaning her elbows on the countertop Sylvia buried her head in her hands and fought the angel and devil on her shoulders. As long as Matthias didn’t come out and hear her pro-con list she whispered to herself she’d be fine.
Throwing back her shoulders, Sylvia held her chest high and pulled a Stewart Smalley. ‘I’m good enough, I’m smart enough …” Oh, Jesus she thought as her back fell against the wall.
Come on, Sylvia, she thought, ten more feet, and Matthias will be spreading your thighus. Okay, now Sylvia had truly lost it. She was in the really bad rhyming phase of her delusion. She turned back to the living room when she heard a grunt from his bedroom that stimulated every hormone known to man. That grunt was exertion, that grunt was a man working, that grunt … needed a groan with a purpose.
Sylvia practically sprinted into Matthias’ bedroom, but didn’t see him. It took a minute for her to find him in the air above his bathroom door. He had a pull-up bar mounted in the doorframe and he was actually doing dips to strengthen his triceps. Sylvia almost fainted at the sight of his muscles tensed. It was bad enough that he had his shirt off and there was a light misting of sweat that made his chocolate colored skin glisten in a way that caused her have to catch herself against the doorjamb.
Matthias had been so focused he hadn’t seen his observer at first, but when he did, he dropped to the ground and stood facing Sylvia. The cut of his abdominal muscles that had an eight, not six pack, with the beautiful V right at his hips. And he was in workout shorts that hung off his ass with such perfection Sylvia began to regret the thought of ripping them from his body.
As she let out the air in her lungs her bottom lip trembled and Matthias took a step towards her.
“Did you need another blanket?” he asked, as Sylvia had forgotten how to speak.
Stumbling through her mind she felt like Ralphie asking Santa for a Red-Rider B.B. Gun. Think. Do I need a blanket? No! You need him naked on the bed possibly with restraints to keep him place.
“No … um … I was thinking,” Sylvia began as she tried to control herself enough to not ask if he had set of handcuffs around. “That … are you the damn model for the plastic suit batman wears?”
“Huh?”
Sylvia composed herself by closing her eyes, but even then she couldn’t help but think of Matthias’ tight chest and what she could do with a can of whip cream.
“I will probably never see you again after tonight,” Sylvia said, as quickly as she could, strangely her voice hit about five octaves higher than she was hoping for.
Sylvia looked at Matthias’ face and prayed that he would show some glimmer of, ‘oh no, I’m going to bring a priest over in the morning to marry us immediately’, okay, that fantasy isn’t happening, she thought.
Matthias stood steadfast and a little bit confused.
“Okay, so what does it matter if you think I’m a trick, because whether we sleep together or not we’ll never be together after tonight so I might as well … go for it. So to speak.”
Sylvia swallowed hard and nibbled on her lips hoping he didn’t bust out laughing. To her surprise he looked at her and started to speak, but then stopped. He seemed to be trying to workout something in his mind.
In one giant step he cradled her head in his hands and kissed her in a way that shook her to the core. The passion behind his lips sent her into a frenzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tasted his sweet tongue as it gently stroked hers.
With his other hand he lovingly glided down her back and when he squeezed her ass she fell against his firm body. She could feel the wet heat building in her core the groan she wanted to hear from him came out of her. He finally released her, she held tight to his flexed biceps and slowly opened her eyes.
“You let me kiss you,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
Matthias released her quivering body causing her to brace herself against the wall to stop from falling over.
“That’s all I wanted.”
HELL YES. Truer words have never been spoken. Who doesn’t like a kiss that makes your head spin? Remember those make-out sessions from Jr. high, high school or for the late bloomers, college. The sweep of sweet velvet tongue across your lips that leads to just that little bit more.
And what about a man who is forward, but not physically forceful, instead he makes it so you are the one pulling towards him. And when he leaves you hanging, because he didn’t just take you in his arms and kiss you in a way that makes you forget basic things, like how to stand upright. You want him even more.
The phrase ‘I love you to the hate’ clearly describes this emotion. You can’t stand to look at him, but you spend your days imagining what it would feel like to have him come up from behind, flip you around and hold you against a wall with nothing more then gentle hand that might as well be a vice, because you cannot move.
“And you Miss, are no lady.”
Rhett was the kind of guy that made you think of all the nastiness in the world as, a fun Sunday afternoon instead of something to sit in confessional until the priest runs from the room screaming from the horror of it all.
Rhett spoke to the point and never minced his words. He was one of the first trustworthy men in many of our lives. If Rhett loved you, he loved you. He wanted a night with you, he said it. Oh, he’d take no for an answer, because contrary to popular belief, he was a gentleman. There was no foreplay or long soliloquies about love, but there was never any doubt about how he felt.
When I write men I don’t have the brash and boisterous men, but the quiet man who stakes his claim for your heart. Not that there isn’t a passion that erupts. Pinned down with the whole of him surrounding you, causing the heart to quicken and knees to become weak. It isn’t until you break his calm resolve that you start to learn there is strength within him.
Below is an excerpt from Silly Girl. It is an unedited rough draft. Sylvia has been in love with the superstar basketball player Matthias Jessup since high school. She only met him this day due to a snowstorm. All night she has been fighting off his advances trying not to be a jersey chaser … but Matthias has stated his point, told her what he wanted and left it up to her.
Sitting up straight Sylvia looked down the hall to Matthias’ open bedroom door. The motto of loved and lost was dancing around her mind. So what if she became a one-night-stand to Matthias Jessup. It wasn’t like she had a chance to be more. This was her one shot at feeling his body against hers for real. The memories alone made it worth the hard glare of the morning’s sun.
Mustering up the courage to walk the twenty or so feet to his door Sylvia stood up, fluffed her hair and walked straight to the kitchen. Leaning her elbows on the countertop Sylvia buried her head in her hands and fought the angel and devil on her shoulders. As long as Matthias didn’t come out and hear her pro-con list she whispered to herself she’d be fine.
Throwing back her shoulders, Sylvia held her chest high and pulled a Stewart Smalley. ‘I’m good enough, I’m smart enough …” Oh, Jesus she thought as her back fell against the wall.
Come on, Sylvia, she thought, ten more feet, and Matthias will be spreading your thighus. Okay, now Sylvia had truly lost it. She was in the really bad rhyming phase of her delusion. She turned back to the living room when she heard a grunt from his bedroom that stimulated every hormone known to man. That grunt was exertion, that grunt was a man working, that grunt … needed a groan with a purpose.
Sylvia practically sprinted into Matthias’ bedroom, but didn’t see him. It took a minute for her to find him in the air above his bathroom door. He had a pull-up bar mounted in the doorframe and he was actually doing dips to strengthen his triceps. Sylvia almost fainted at the sight of his muscles tensed. It was bad enough that he had his shirt off and there was a light misting of sweat that made his chocolate colored skin glisten in a way that caused her have to catch herself against the doorjamb.
Matthias had been so focused he hadn’t seen his observer at first, but when he did, he dropped to the ground and stood facing Sylvia. The cut of his abdominal muscles that had an eight, not six pack, with the beautiful V right at his hips. And he was in workout shorts that hung off his ass with such perfection Sylvia began to regret the thought of ripping them from his body.
As she let out the air in her lungs her bottom lip trembled and Matthias took a step towards her.
“Did you need another blanket?” he asked, as Sylvia had forgotten how to speak.
Stumbling through her mind she felt like Ralphie asking Santa for a Red-Rider B.B. Gun. Think. Do I need a blanket? No! You need him naked on the bed possibly with restraints to keep him place.
“No … um … I was thinking,” Sylvia began as she tried to control herself enough to not ask if he had set of handcuffs around. “That … are you the damn model for the plastic suit batman wears?”
“Huh?”
Sylvia composed herself by closing her eyes, but even then she couldn’t help but think of Matthias’ tight chest and what she could do with a can of whip cream.
“I will probably never see you again after tonight,” Sylvia said, as quickly as she could, strangely her voice hit about five octaves higher than she was hoping for.
Sylvia looked at Matthias’ face and prayed that he would show some glimmer of, ‘oh no, I’m going to bring a priest over in the morning to marry us immediately’, okay, that fantasy isn’t happening, she thought.
Matthias stood steadfast and a little bit confused.
“Okay, so what does it matter if you think I’m a trick, because whether we sleep together or not we’ll never be together after tonight so I might as well … go for it. So to speak.”
Sylvia swallowed hard and nibbled on her lips hoping he didn’t bust out laughing. To her surprise he looked at her and started to speak, but then stopped. He seemed to be trying to workout something in his mind.
In one giant step he cradled her head in his hands and kissed her in a way that shook her to the core. The passion behind his lips sent her into a frenzy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tasted his sweet tongue as it gently stroked hers.
With his other hand he lovingly glided down her back and when he squeezed her ass she fell against his firm body. She could feel the wet heat building in her core the groan she wanted to hear from him came out of her. He finally released her, she held tight to his flexed biceps and slowly opened her eyes.
“You let me kiss you,” he said with a smile.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
Matthias released her quivering body causing her to brace herself against the wall to stop from falling over.
“That’s all I wanted.”
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