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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Temptation in business suit (Thursday Taster #6)



My taster for this week comes from another WiP of mine titled Mile High Pleasure (a Sequel to Driven by Desire by Tyrese Jordan). I hope you enjoy it.

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Temptation in Business Suit

by

Don Abdul

The maxim “Never mix business with pleasure,” has never held any meaning for Paige Devereaux. In her mind both are one and the same thing; doing business was always a pleasure. After all, she has proved herself as an astute business woman and shrewd investor.

In keeping with her personal investment philosophy, Paige had two key reasons for buying into the Dubai real estate deal in which Devereaux Industries was currently involved. The first and most important of her reasons was that it was profit. It was a great deal with a win-win future; the projected return on investment was so mouth watering that it had been a piece of cake convincing her husband Kyle to invest in it. 

Her second and more personal reason for backing the deal was a 34 year old Italian architect and conceptual brain behind the deal. From the day Roberto Scholari was introduced to her by a business associate at the country club, Paige Devereaux had not been able to get the Italian Adonis out of her head. 

His sexy dark looks constantly fuelled her wet dreams. Her nights were frequently haunted by images of his tanned his chiseled body covered in olive oil, slithering against her sexy contours as he ravished her in the most exhilarating manner.

Remembering the sensual movement of his lips while he spoke always led her to the same conclusion, “he has to be a great kisser.” The mere thought of his other potential skills always left her soaking wet.

The icing on the cake was that Roberto politely ignored her subtle flirtations. The graceful gentleman in him however generously complimented her beauty and her business acumen.

Mmm...Very few men are as gifted in the delicate art of flattering a woman while at the same time turning down her sexual advances…

She frequently reminisced about their second meeting, a business lunch at an upscale city restaurant. Even with three other people in their party, Paige took every opportunity to check him out. Her eyes followed every movement of his sexy lips as he spoke with the fluid grace of his slightly accented English. 

Her pulse raced at his gracious refusal to acknowledge her flirtation.

If only he knows how much more that turns me on… this beautiful man… this temptation in a business suit…

Being a wealthy woman who lacked nothing, she found his reluctance a rather refreshing departure from the norm. It greatly excited her that the hunt was set to be every bit as interesting as the conquest.

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Please don't forget to read tasters posted by the following wonderful and talented fellow writers as well:

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/

Muffy WIlson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Thursday, April 3, 2014

An orchid in Hell (Thursday Taster #5)


My taster for this week comes from another WiP of mine titled The Curse of Insatiable Lust. This is an excerpt from the opening chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

An Orchid in Hell

By

Don Abdul

The land is barren as far as the eyes can see; there is nothing in plain view but the windswept lifelessness of the desert. So fascinating is the sandy landscape of this godforsaken corner of the earth that it is both forbidding and seductive at once. It is nature’s own perfect piece of art.

The Ma-houtti’s, a long line of indigenous guides who have carried the map of the terrain in their DNA for centuries never cease to warn of the unforgiving cruelty of the sands beneath their feet. They regale travelers with tales of the desert meting out death to those foolhardy enough to attempt the taming of it.

Why on God’s earth would anyone in their right mind ever want to tempt fate by setting foot upon the barren sands of this uncharted territory, many have wondered. The reason lies on the other side of the horizon.

Out there in the vast arid terrain thrives an ancient tribe called the Houttis. These desert dwellers have been forged over a thousand years by the very unforgiving cruelty of the desert. They are the true epitome of resilience in an environment so hostile to life and living. Mighty armies of the world from the time of Asyrian Kings have dreaded threading upon its mocking sands.

It is even fabled that the “land of certain death” as it was known for hundreds of years is the point at which the sun scorched the earth the harshest. 

As if the scorching sand is not enough to deter would be adventurers, the undulating sandy terrain is broken by a horse shoe shaped mountain range. The ragged rock face dares the most nimble of mountaineers to attempt a climb; the reward to whosoever is foolhardy enough to try would no doubt be certain death.

Just off to the east of the awe inspiring mountain range lies an interruption, a chasm so deep it cut the mountain right down to its sandy foothills. So hidden by nature is the opening in the mountains that only those who knew its precise location are able to find it even in the sunny light of day. Making out this sacred passage at night requires skill of almost metaphysical proportions. It is also the stuff of local lore that the passage is a sacred portal which only opens to true believers and bonafide sons of the desert in their hour of need.

A kilometer and a half inwards down the narrow, meandering path the trail opens into a flat sandy clearing that slopes gently inwards. This is the forgotten territory Zarhouttia; beyond the sandy fringe of its natural border and fortification stands a mighty gate that protects the entrance to the city state.

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If you are into poetry, you might like to check out my poem Orchid in Hell which incidentally was inspired by the landscape described in the piece above.


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Please don't forget to read tasters posted by the following wonderful and talented fellow writers as well:



Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/

theresa stuart : http://oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com

Pablo Michaels: http:www.pmmanmanromance.com

Cree Walker: http://www.creewalker.com

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com/















Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Orchid in Hell


Orchid in Hell
Don Abdul (c) 2014

Vast and barren as far as the eyes can see
Sand, so endless it’s like the sea

Windswept and lifeless
Yet, she is blessed with beauty nonetheless

She is nature’s own perfect piece of art
A marvel to smell, touch and look at

Both forbidding and seductive at once
She beckons with the lure of a near carnal force

Though she’s ruthless, meting out death to the foolhardy
How does one even begin to be ready?

Why on God’s earth would anyone tempt fate?
Yet men embrace the erotic swells of its curvaceous dunes
Only to rethink when it’s too late
She is hells deepest pit by day
Even as her breath is bone chilling with her nightly tunes

A melancholic lullaby as the life of the lost fades away
To this unfortunate and lonely death she leads many
In her wickedly seductive tyranny

Save for the few fortunate
Those for whom the gods navigate

To a patch of earth endowed so well
An Orchid in hell

An Oasis of life, so beautiful
Green shade and water plentiful


Thursday, March 27, 2014

Duty Calls (Thursday Taster #4)





Hi folks,

Thanks for stopping by for another helping of my Thursday Taster. It is yet another snippet from my WiP (Diamond in the rough). It answers some of the questions from last week's snippet. As usual I would appreciate some feedback. Thank you.

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Duty Calls (Thursday Taster #4)

By

Don Abdul


“From God Almighty we have come and to Him we shall return.”

Ahmad barely managed to whisper the words from the Quran before he buried his face in his palms. Surrendering under the weight of his grief, hot tears bathed his hands as he quietly mourned the two most important men in his life.

Nothing he had experienced ever prepared him for that moment, yet after grieving for a few more minutes, something deep inside him snapped into place. Infused with renewed sense of purpose, he recognized that his family needed him to be strong.

Eventually lifting his gaze, his eyes met Fareed’s. He was glad that his late brother’s best friend was with him at such a difficult moment.

‘Only Fareed could possibly begin to understand how difficult this is for me.’

Fareed had been Khalifa’s childhood friend and classmate.

‘He is more or less like a second brother to me.’

When Ahmad got back on his feet, the sadness had left his face and receded to the depth of his eyes.

“Thank you for your discretion and assistance, these gentlemen would wait here while Mr. Ibrahim accompanies me to my room to fetch my things,” Ahmad shook the hotel manager’s hand.

On arriving at his suite, Ahmad packed quickly and then reached in his pocket for his cell phone. The shock of the tragedy had overshadowed thoughts of Diamond up to that point. He longed to hear her soothing voice, and share the burden of his grief with her.


‘I couldn’t possibly leave without calling to tell her what had happened...’ he thought as he checked in his other pant pocket for his missing cell phone.

He turned around and then before he could even begin to ask a favour of Fareed, the older man’s eyes followed his finger as he pointed to Diamond’s clothes.

“Don't worry Ahmad, I’ll make arrangements for the young lady to pick up her things and also sort things out...”

Soon it was time to leave the hotel. As they made their way out of the hotel, Fareed whispered instructions and then handed an envelope to the hotel manager with the word Diamond hand written on it.

Walking ahead of the party was the third man whom Ahmad hadn’t recognized earlier. The man stepped out the front door, and then after looking left and right, he nodded to the Consul General and then swiftly rushed Ahmad into the waiting Limo with diplomatic licence plates. It was then that Ahmad noticed that he was wearing an earpiece, the same type widely used by the secret service protection detail.


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Please spare a moment to read Tasters by my very talented author friends as well:

Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com

Decadent Kane (Summer): http://www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Mangus Khan: http://maddeningwhispers.blogspot.com

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Tragedy of Loss (Thursday Taster #3)


Thanks for stopping by for my Thursday Taster offering for this week. It is a snippet from a tricky part of my WiP (Diamond in the rough). I would appreciate some feedback too. Thank you.
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Tragedy of Loss
By
Don Abdul

Ahmad smiled throughout the ride back to his hotel. He was lost in his own little world, a magical landscape where he and Diamond’s fantasies were also their reality.

The breaking news broadcast on the car radio and the light banter of the cab driver were just distant hum drums in the background of his consciousness. He paid no attention, save for the occasional polite grunt acknowledging something the cab driver might have said.

‘I honestly couldn’t remember ever being as happy as I am at this moment...’

Oblivious to their arrival until the cab stopped in front of the hotel, Ahmad got out and paid the driver, tipping him generously too.

“Hello Jack,” he cheerfully greeted as he approached the doorman with an extra spring in his every step.

“Good afternoon Mr. El-Jaffar.”

Jack the doorman greeted Ahmad with the usual deference, but also the extra warmth reserved for those guests that bothered to remember the names of the staff.

As he walked into the lobby, he found the hotel manager waiting to greet him.

‘Who stole his smile?’ Ahmad wondered upon noticing the absence of a smile on the usually cheerful hotel manager’s face.

“Welcome back Mr. El-Jaffar, might we please talk in my office...”

Suddenly the music went silent in Ahmad’s mind.

“Talk in your office...? Is there a problem...? What do we have to talk about?” He asked with furrows of worry wrinkling his browns.

“I’m sorry sir, but it’s a delicate matter of a rather private nature.”

The manager hurried on into his office before Ahmad could ask another question. Once inside the office, Ahmad’s curiosity turned to alarm.

The three men who rose up to greet him were his compatriots, and in fact he knew one of them, Fareed Abdullah quite well.

While Ahmad recognized the second man as Rashid Ibrahim, his country’s Consul General in Boston, he had no idea whom the third man was.
As Fareed stepped forward to greet Ahmad, the Breaking News Tune played out on the TV and a blanket of silence descended upon the room. Ahmad scanned the faces around him for answers but it was only when the voice of the TV news anchor filled the void that he got any.

“...and now we bring you the profile of the “deceased patriarch of the El-Jaffar clan.”

That phrase in the news item penetrated the foggy cloud of Ahmad’s ignorance with the vengeance of a sharp knife through the soft underbelly of a cornered animal. His mouth opened as his eyes widened, yet no sound came forth to herald the excruciating agony that tore his heart to shreds.

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Please spare a moment to read Tasters by my very talented author friends as well:


Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com

Alexandra Anthony: http://alexandraanthony.wordpress.com

Cree Walker: http://www.creewalker.com

Decadent Kane (Summer): www.decadentkane.blogspot.com

Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/

Mangus Khan http://maddeningwhispers.blogspot.com

Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com/

Faberge Nostromo: http://fabergenostromo.blogspot.co.uk

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com/

Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.com/






Thursday, February 27, 2014

History of Submission (Thursday Taster #2)




Thanks for stopping by for my Thursday Taster offering for this week. It is a continuation of last weeks snippet from my WiP (Lust, Lies, and Secrets). Enjoy it.




History of Submission

by

Don Abdul

To anyone else, the way Frederick’s body responded to the torrents of abuse and humiliation by his wife would have been quite bizarre. To Fredrick however, it was not strange at all; he had felt it a few times before. He blushed as he felt the familiar rush of liveliness that came with recalling the earliest awakening of what he had come to secretly refer to as his kinky side...

He had fought the feeling at first, agonizing for months before finally taking the bull by the horn and seeking help. He went into therapy in an effort to rid himself of his “abnormal feelings”. None of it worked, and he was about to give up when he met his third shrink, Dr. Paige McNamara. That was fifteen years ago, and five years before he met and married Marge.

Dr. Paige McNamara had been quite helpful in guiding through the process of coming to terms with the submissive impulses he had been experiencing at least since puberty. The ever calm and attentive Dr. McNamara had listened and taken notes while he talked about his feelings and response to situations of loss of power especially to females with domineering personalities.

On the advice of his shrink, he had undertaken a journey of self discovery that eventually helped him to accept his inner submissive and kinky desire for humiliation by strong willed women with distinctly dominant personalities.

It had all worked well, and he indulged his desire for a couple of years until an encounter with an opportunistic “Mistress” threatened his professional life. Mistress Kyra had set him up for blackmail by her boyfriend; he had to pay to acquire the negatives of pictures of him in various compromising positions that would have definitely damaged his authority in the work and business environment.

It had taken the help of a childhood friend in the police department to neutralize that threat.. Fredrick’s friend had dug up even bigger dirt on the blackmailers and then managed to convince them to hand over the photos and leave town...



‘What a pity; it takes a misguided suspicion of infidelity to finally get her into such a state...’



He could easily have explained to Marge that he wasn’t cheating on her with Miss King, but he didn’t. He preferred rather to prolong the quarrel and savour the euphoria of her feral outburst and the threatening posture of her righteous indignation.

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Please spare a moment to read Tasters by my very talented author friends as well:

Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com
Rose Anderson: http://calliopeswritingtablet.blogspot.com/
Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com
Tempeste O'Riley: http://tempesteoriley.com/blog/
Áine P Massie: http://apmassie.com/blog/
Cree Walker: http://www.creewalker.com
Decadent Kane (Summer): http://www.decadentkane.blogspot.com
Dianne Hartsock: http://diannehartsock.wordpress.com/my-blog/
Jake Malden: http://jakemalden.blogspot.co.uk

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Heated Moment (Thursday Taster #1)



Heated Moment
 (Excerpt from my WiP – Lust Lies and Cuckold Secrets)

“You will look at me when I’m talking to you... you cheating bastard.” Marge cursed her husband with rage she never even knew she was capable of. Somewhere in the deeper recesses of her mind she was shocked by the venom in her own voice. At the moment though, there was no going back, she couldn’t care less about his feelings. In her reckoning, he was a lying cheating bastard who dared to betray her trust after 10 years of marriage.

“What? For Christ sake get a hold of yourself woman!” Fredrick’s deep voice boomed with a hint of warning. His was the sort of voice that wouldn’t dare argue with. Apparently his wife was too mad to care.
“Oh yeah; and if I do not get a hold of myself, what are you going to do about it Mr. High and mighty sleep around? “

She cursed him louder even as he looked into her angry face and then turned around without saying any more. He slipped his hands into his pant pockets and then began to walk away from her. She clearly wasn’t ready to back down from the confrontation just yet; she followed him with her voice still angry and loud.

“Run away... you fucking prick, I’ll be right here waiting... One way or another, you’re going to tell me everything about that whore you’ve been screwing. I want a full confession and an immediate end to the whole sordid mess or else there’ll be hell to pay, you hear me?”

Frederick would have stayed to listen to more of what his angry wife had to say but at that moment he thought it wiser to just leave. His reason for walking away would definitely have shocked her into silence had she known it.

Frederick was the CEO of a medium sized company and he wasn’t used to being spoken to in that tone of voice by anyone, not publicly anyway.


To say his wife’s current state of mind was out of character would be over stating the obvious. What’s not obvious was the response her anger provoked deep inside of him. There was something distinctly wild and forbidding, even disciplinarian in her tone. Her harsh words bypassed the normal channels of his body and reached straight into the pleasure center of his brain. His thumping heart pumped blood to his cock until which quickly swelled to near full erection. 

Monday, February 17, 2014

Valentine Reflection




Valentine Reflection

Don Abdul (c)2014



If the sky be blue

Let your heart be true

If your heart longs to love

Seek it, find it and cherish it with bold resolve

If your heart sings to your head

Let your feet by that music be led

As you dance as though without a care

Stand tall, be happy, let it not be spoiled by fear

Love is wonderful, so pure, so divine

Celebrate it with your valentine

If music is the food of love, and so it truly is

Then by all means play on... please