GIRLS' AFTER PARTY (Thursday Taster #21)

My taster for the week is a continuation from last weeks taster. It is also a juicy bite of "Chocolate Desire" the first of a three part A Cougar's Legacy series. It is due to be released very soon. Watch this space and enjoy the taster.

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#10: GIRLS' AFTER PARTY

The door had barely shut behind then when Cynthia hugged Marie-Claire from behind, and then spun her around until they were starring into each other’s eyes.

‘Please be gentle...’ Marie-Claire thought, but when she opened her mouth to verbalize her mind, no word came out of her. Apparently no words were required as she experienced the magic of Cynthia claiming her mouth, even as she began to undress her.

Following her lead, Marie-Claire reached for her lover’s jacket and eased it halfway off her shoulder.

As their kiss intensified, the women waltzed lustfully towards the queen sized bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake.

At the edge of the bed, Marie-Claire felt her skin break out in a rash of goose bumps, even as her cheeks turned red. She felt so self conscious as her lover took her by the shoulders and inspected her naked body with a wickedly naughty smile on her very beautiful face.

“My goodness, you are so beautiful...”

Cynthia’s husky voice radiated such naked lust it invoked a deep intoxication of Marie-Claire’s senses. The warmth in her core was fast turning into an open conflagration of desire. Her legs turned to jelly and if Cynthia hadn’t chosen that very moment to guide her onto the bed she probably would have collapsed under the weight of her deep need to be fucked.

‘Oh mon dieu... how could I have lost all control of myself... and all to this...this ravishing woman... Only a few months ago I was a respectable married woman who had never ever slept with another woman...’

Marie-Claire’s thoughts were fragmented and driven mostly by desire, but also some guilt. When Cynthia climbed into bed with her however, that feeling of guilt melted away in the heat of passion the sexy black goddess unleashed.

Towering astride her naked right thigh, Cynthia’s shaven sex was so close to the needy French woman’s sensitive skin the wet heat it radiated aggravated the dull ache in her core.

‘How long? How long has it been since I’d been touched, in a way that awakens my femininity?’

Marie-Claire’s fleeting mind pondered, whilst recalling the lonely, sleepless nights, when she would shove a restless hand between her legs and rub her pussy, grinding away to a quick, often lack lustre orgasm.

‘But tonight, this beautiful chocolate angel will take me to seventh heaven and the most beautiful orgasm...’

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Open Invitation (Just a taster)

Open Invitation

By

Don Abdul (c) 2014

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Dexter, flashed his charming warm smile at the bride as he shook her hand and congratulated her on her wedding. After whispering a few words of felicitation to the groom as well, he turned around to walk out of the venue of the wedding reception. He had barely taken five steps when he was tapped on the shoulder. He was surprised to see it was Mrs. Hawthorne, the rather hot mother of the bride.

Like most men he had ogled her awesome cleavage more times than he could remember that afternoon. Her form fitting, figure flattering dress paid glowing tributes to her voluptuous curves, and Dexter was quite smitten by her.

Just as he cleared his throat to ask what he might be able to do for her, she handed his a souvenir bag, gave him a rather wicked wink and then walked away. For what seemed an eternity, Dexter found himself held captive by her raunchy steps and her swinging hips as she walked away.

Only after she disappeared from his view did he look at the bag she had handed him. The message on the reverse side of the bag instantly set his pulse racing, and his cock swelling to a full erection. At the bottom was a phone number scribbled in beautiful cursive.

'OMG! It is true, she is a horny, wicked slut and proud of it too,' Dexter thought as he shoved his right hand in his pants pocket to hold down his cock while he walked out of the venue.

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Marie-Claire Gets her Groove Back (Thursday Taster #18)

#7:       Marie-Claire Gets her Groove Back

Over the course of the next couple of days, the women became friends, with the delectable Cynthia Jackson literally setting the pace. She was quite smooth at it too, her questions were crafted as easy lead-ons, and never sounded like points of interrogation at all.

At first Marie-Claire stayed well within the safety of straight one-liners when she responded to any question posed by her new friend. As their easy conversations progressed however, Cynthia’s openness encouraged her to ease up and be a little bit more sharing.

Her attraction to the chocolate beauty wouldn’t let up despite her best effort to suppress it. It quickly grew into a crush she couldn’t shake. She suspected the other woman noticed it too.

‘Of course she would, she’s been flirting with me from the get go.’

Marie-Claire particularly liked the way Cynthia was always quick to empathize and compliment appropriately whilst never losing eye contact when they talked. 

At first she found it tortuous to maintain eye contact, but considering how flattered she felt especially after eons of being ignored by Antoine, she gradually warmed up to it.

The ladies had dinner together and while they were eating, Cynthia made Marie-Claire almost choke on her food when she proposed a plan for the following evening.

“Marie-Claire, as you know tomorrow is Saturday, and there’s that dance on the ship. Well I was wondering, would you be my date?”

At first it didn’t make any sense to the French divorcee, especially considering she knew Cynthia was travelling with her boyfriend Alfie. Alfie is a very suave and smooth charmer so she was wondering why her friend would not go on a date with him.

“Did you and Alfie have a fight?” she asked

“Oh no far from it; Let’s just say Alfie has his hands full at the moment.”

“I do not understand, what could be more interesting than going on  date with a sexy and beautiful woman such as yourself...?”

Marie-Claire regretted the words the moment they were out of her mouth. She feared she had just let the cat out of the bag regarding her desire for the other woman.

“Why, thank you kind lady... You know you do have quite a way of making a woman feel... desired.” Cynthia let the last word roll seductively off her tongue even as she favoured her friend with a naughty wink.

“I don’t know what to say...” She hedged, desperately trying to buy some time so she could think...

“Well, just say yes and I promise I’ll fill you in on why Alfie has his hands full before our date is over tomorrow... Deal?”

The tension was palpable as the women locked eyes for what seemed an eternity. Finally Marie-Claire gently let out her breathe, her body relaxing somewhat.

“Yes, deal.”

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Waiting to Exhale (Thursday Taster #17)

This week, our heroine Marie-Claire says goodbye to her ex-husband, friends and her homeland in search of a fresh start in the United States. Lady Luck smiles upon her while she is waiting to exhale.

I hope you enjoy the taster, if so please leave a comment. Thank you. 

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#6:       Waiting to Exhale

Like most divorced women inevitably found out; Marie-Claire soon realized that calls and contact with her friends, most of whom were friends of both she and Antoine became fewer and farther in between as the weeks passed.

She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong, and thought it unfair to be paying the price for standing up to her ex-husband and holding him accountable for his treachery rather than remaining quiet like the “good wife”.

Unwilling to be judged by people she now considered hypocrites, she reached a decision that would give her a fresh new start in life. Marie-Claire decided it was time to bid farewell to her beloved homeland. She had always wanted to live abroad.

To smoothen her transition to a new life in America, Marie-Claire booked a cruise which would terminate in New York. It was all a part of her plan as the law firm recommended by her French attorney was based in the Big Apple.

On the one hand, the cruise afforded her the opportunity to reflect on her life thus far. On the other hand, the vivacious atmosphere and the uplifting social activities on the cruise ship enabled her to take frequent breaks from her introspection and let some sunshine into her life. It was the perfect balance that held her back from sliding into depression.

On a beautiful Saturday morning, Marie-Claire had gone to enjoy a swim and a sun bath on the sun deck of the cruise ship. Stretched out on her chaise lounge in a very brief two piece bikini and pair of sunglasses, the French divorcee soon lost track of time as she soaked up the early morning sun. She had found temporary refuge in the world so beautifully described in the Interracial Romance novel she was reading.

She was particularly fascinated by the heroine of the story, a very pretty African American attorney who found herself at the receiving end of the caustic tongue of her very wealthy and condescending female client who found her distractingly attractive.

“Uh... you might want to use some of that sun block before that beautiful skin turns to toast...”

Lifting up her head, she found the owner of the voice; it was a tall black woman with a very pretty face and an attractive shapely body to boot.

‘Oh my god!’ the voice in Marie-Claire’s head screamed as she realized she had been ogling the stranger. Her cheeks burned from the embarrassment of her rather girlish reaction to what appeared to be a friendly advice.

“Ah, um... Mercy... Thank you.” She fumbled for the right expression of her gratitude. But the stranger only laughed softly as she stepped even closer and picked up the bottle of sunscreen lotion Marie-Claire had right next to her.

“May I?” The stranger offered.

Marie-Claire merely nodded, she was way too stunned to speak.

“By the way, I am Cynthia...”

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The Pain of Betrayal (Thursday Taster #15)

Excerpt from A Cougars Legacy continues to trace Marie-Claire's transformation from a happy wife to a horny cougar. I do hope you enjoy it and give some feedback too. Cheers!

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#4:       The Pain of Betrayal

Marie-Claire remembered the fateful evening her marriage effectively came to an end like it was yesterday. She had been running errands in the shopping districts of Paris all morning, and then as she had been feeling quite frisky that week, she had decided to give herself a treat even as she prepared to make herself irresistible for Antoine.

She had shopped for sexy lingerie, and then headed to an exclusive spa for a full treatment including waxing. She hadn’t wanted any disturbance so she switched off her cell phone. It was rather late when she finished and upon turning her cell phone back on, she got a voice message from her hubby.

Antoine had called to tell her he would be spending the night at the corporate suite that night. The message was a huge disappointment for the horny wife, but just as she was beginning to debate the choice of sex toys to employ as a means of salvaging the evening, an idea occurred to her.

‘Mmm... Why not surprise my husband dearest by just showing up at the suite...’

She reasoned the change of scene and her horde of sexy lingerie would help their flagging sexual connection as well. With her mind made up, she ran a couple more errands and then made her way to the suite.

As she would recall much later, it was as though the stars were aligned in favour of her finding out about her husband’s treachery. All the controls he must have put in place to deter her access to the suite unannounced failed.

Antoine had arrived much earlier to join his secretary who had arrived ahead of him. The manager had been called away on business, and the concierge on day shift had closed without adequately briefing his colleague who had arrived to relieve him for the night shift.

Alain, the night concierge knew and admired Madame Gaultier who had always been nice to him on the few occasions she had visited the suite with her husband. Without any hesitation, Alain had allowed her go right up to the suite.

Marie Claire had knocked on the door and then waited for it to be answered with sexiest come on look on her face. She never bargained for what she saw when the door swung open. Wearing nothing but a short silk robe that left very little to the imagination was Danielle, her husband 24 year old secretary.

‘Oh fuck, it’s so obvious I should have seen it all along...’

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A Crack in the Wall (Thursday Taster #14)

This week, my excerpt from A Cougars Legacy features a flashback into Marie-Claire's past. It marks the beginning of her transformation from a happy wife to a horny cougar. I do hope you enjoy it and give some feedback too. Cheers!

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A Cougar's Legacy

By

Don Abdul

#3:       A Crack in the Wall

A couple of years earlier, Marie-Claire was a happily married woman or at least so she thought. The truth was a little murkier of course. The signs had been there a little longer than she allowed herself to acknowledge; her happy marriage was anything but.

It had all started with a cooling of her husband’s passion for her. Of course he had the classic excuse that men gave in such situations, the stress of work.

Despite their age difference, Marie-Claire had loved her husband Antoine very deeply. In the beginning he always said she was the centre of his world. She loved the maturity that her distinguished looking older husband brought to their lives.

While she was emotional and very passionate, Antoine was always more rational and subdued in his approach to issues. They had complemented each other well as a couple. That was probably why it hurt so deeply when the truth of her hubby’s philandering came to her knowledge.

Things had taken a different turn about three years earlier. Antoine started spending significantly more time away from home, when he wasn’t away on business trips, he worked late, or his meetings ran so late he would sleep in the corporate suite maintained by the company in the city.

Things were hardly better even when he was home; soon Marie-Claire realized Antoine just didn’t want to fuck as much anymore. Their love making became a matrimonial chore; he would typically have Marie-Claire on her back with the lights off, and no more than once every fortnight.

More often than not he would lose his erection halfway through the lack lustre performance and then he would make annoying excuses about how tired and stressed out he was from working so hard to keep the business afloat in the “prevailing unstable economic climate.”

‘Here we go again; marital sex meets economics at Davos,’ she usually thought even as she felt a deep rage simmer inside of her.

Things got so bad that she actually had orgasms only when he was away, thanks to her rich collection of sex toys.

Despite their difficulties in the bedroom however, Marie-Claire’s love for her husband remained strong, and the very idea of having an affair like some of her friends did remained firmly out of the question.

So abominable was the thought of sleeping with another man other than Antoine that she wouldn’t even fantasize about another man whilst masturbating, and slowly bringing herself to a fulfilling climax.

That wasn’t really a problem as she had always been curious about the idea of sleeping with another woman. It was in the embrace of her secret bi-curiosity that she found comfort for another year before the lid was finally blown on Antoine’s secret affair with his much younger secretary Danielle. 

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Lady by Day (Thursday Taster #11)

This week Jamal and Amber-Lynne return in a continuation of excerpts from my WiP Spanking My New Boss. I Hope you enjoy it.

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Lady by Day

By

Don Abdul

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“I'm so horny right now; would it please you Sir, to punish me with that huge.coc…?" her voice quivered until my disapproving look and a shaking of my head stilled her question even before she could complete it.

"No Amber-Lynne I will not!”

“I’m just your lowly employee and it has been so exciting taking the trip down the adrenaline fuelled spanking lane with you. In the final analysis you are noth….”

I stopped abruptly, catching myself just in time before I said anything I might regret later.

“Please don’t stop on my account… say it, say what you were about to say,” She interjected.

“You were going to say I am nothing but a cheap slut, weren’t you?” Her voice was even and devoid of bitterness or malice when she said the humiliating words. Judging by the calmness her calm voice, and expression, I couldn’t help feeling that she rather enjoyed saying the words.

I kept my eyes on her but said nothing; after a tension soaked couple of minutes, I finally spoke.

“Actually, I meant to say you are nothing to me, not my girlfriend, lover or fuck buddy, so I cannot… I would not fuck you.”

Her beautiful face had been glowing with naked lust just minutes earlier; it was now clouded over with an expression of incredulity. When I noticed her shoulders droop, I felt a kick of triumph in my cock.

It was obvious that I had pulled quite a coup on her. She clearly wasn’t used to being rejected.

‘She never would have guessed that after voluntarily handing the reins of control over to me, I could still reject her...’

Her face reddened with embarrassment and anger, but she said nothing. In her eyes however, I saw curiosity as well.

“As a rule, I do not have sex with strangers. Of course I'm attracted to you; I believe the bulge in my pants testifies to that. However, any fucking you get tonight will have to be from someone and someplace else.”

She was dead still and quiet for another eternity after I dropped that bomb.

With my feet firmly planted on her expensive carpet, I stood with my shoulders squared and my arms akimbo.

Standing up she looked me straight in the eye and asked,

“So if I were to be your girlfriend … would that work?” Her anxiety was evident in the way she shifted her weigh from one foot to the other.

I simply shook my head, causing her to give me a questioning look that asked ‘why not?’

“Well, I wouldn’t spank you if you were my girlfriend; a gentle man never hits a lady.”

“Oh but I am not a lady…I much prefer to be your slut, so you can punish me as you deem fit...Sir.”

Smiling in spite of my resolve to keep a straight face, the desperation in her voice pleased me greatly.

“You prefer to be my slut, uh?” I asked her with mock surprise.

“Yes Sir, it’ll be an honour if you’d let me be your slut...”

“Lady by day, slut by night...” The phrase rolled effortlessly off my tongue.

“Mmm...I’ve got to admit it does have a nice ring to it...”

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The Night Before - 3 (Thursday Taster #10)

Hi folks,

My Taster for the week is a continuation from last week. It is a sneak preview of the heated scenes from my current WiP Spanking Ny New Boss. I do hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment, it will be most appreciated.

Cheers!

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SPANKING MY NEW BOSS

~The Night before (3)~

By

Don Abdul

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“Who else, Shirley Fairbanks of course… the bitch was literally drooling all over you…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me; are you for real?” I asked with an incredulous expression on my face.

“Oh come on; stop playing dumb and admit it… the way she held onto your hand and asked if I’d loan her your services…”

“But she’s old enough to be somebody’s grandmother….” I fired back.

“And so, that hasn’t stopped her before…” She came back even more determined.

‘I can’t do this right now… I need to get laid, my balls are hurting… I’ve got to get this show on the road right now…’

“You know what; let’s not talk about Shirley right now. Just take my cock into your mouth and suck it real good.” I commanded, testing my earlier suspicion that she loved a man to take what he wanted.

She paid no heed to my words even when I repeated my demand. My frustration was past the boiling point as my balls ached from her teasing, so I grasped a fistful of her honey blonde hair and yanked her head backwards so her face was turned up at me.

“Suck my fucking cock you bitch!”

The moments the words left my mouth I regretted saying them. It was as if I had become possessed by some sex-crazed spirit.

Her response to my last words however encouraged me to continue on my chosen path.

“And why should I? You’re not my master, and you cannot make me do anything I don’t want to do… or can you?” she teased me even further.

“What would you do if I refused anyways?” she goaded me even more.

“If you don’t start sucking my cock like a good girl I’ll whip your sorry ass, you bitch!” I said in an even tone but with the force and conviction of a man determined to have his way.

Although I sometimes fantasized about dominating a submissive female, I never imagined myself truly capable of addressing a woman in that manner. The reality of that moment had made me into this new creature. With this ache in my balls, I pushed those gentlemanly considerations from my mind.

Amber-Lynne looked up at me and defiantly held my gaze for what seemed an eternity, and then with her hair still in my grasp, she stood up and began to walk towards her desk.

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The Night before (2) Thursday Taster #9

Hi people, this week's taster is a continuation of last week's. It has some answers to the questions you asked last week. Enjoy!

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The Night before (2)

By

Don Abdul


Her ass was tight, and perfectly fleshy. I swear I saw her shaven pussy smiling back at me. The thought of taking her forcefully right at that moment sent my heartbeats into a crazy rhythm.

By the time she turned around to face me again, my shirt was off and I had already kicked off my shoes. I guess she was getting impatient as she stepped forward and unbuckled my belt. 

Discarding my belt, she knelt down before me like a little slave girl before her master. She deftly unzipped my pants and pulled down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop. My erect penis flipped free of its confinement, almost hitting her in the face.

When I was naked, she grasped my erection in a double handed grip, lifting to her mouth. She flicked its shiny chocolate head with her wet tongue which she then swirled all around it. Moaning, she licked my free flowing pre-cum and then cradled my balls in one hand while caressing my shaft with the other.

I closed my eyes and surrendered into her hands; I anticipated the sweet sensation of her hot wet mouth enveloping my manhood in a matter of seconds but it wasn’t to be. She only licked and lapped at my steely erection, and it soon dawned on me that she was being such a teasing bitch on purpose.

It all suddenly started to make sense. I could see it clearly now in my mind’s eye; the hints that I’d missed or not been sure of. The flashing, and the innuendos. The ambiguous statements, and now the cock teasing too.

‘You’ve gotta man up and bring your A game dude…This is one woman who loves a man to take what he wants…’

Well I was so damned horny and not at all in the mood to be teased. I guess she must have noticed my irritation. Switching gears and became hesitant… as if she had something she needed to get off her chest first.

“I know someone who wouldn’t hesitate to do your bidding for a taste of that.. thing between your legs...” She said with a measure of contempt in her voice.

The rational part of my brain knew well what she was attempting to achieve. Clearly she was looking to piss me off somehow.

‘She probably enjoys pissing off her lover so she could enjoy the grudge fuck that would follow.’ My intuition was however disrupted by my curiosity.

“Oh yeah, and who might that be then?” I asked her, my frustration increasing.

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Seven Whole Days (Erotic Poetry)

Seven Whole Days
Copyrights Don Abdul ©2006

There is something wrong with my eyes
I cannot take them off you
It didn't take me a moment to realise
How my soul yearns for you
From your little actions to the complex
The beauty of your soul reflects
The twinkle in your eyes
Soft feminine strength in disguise

If I had a week to live and dream with you
To act out my passion so deep so true

I would spend two days licking your nipples
Caressing and suckling your tits
Feeling your body succumb to ripples after ripples

Two days to pet your wetness, spreading those lips
Sucking on your clit and tonguing your vulva
Until its spews like a Geyser
Bathing my face in your essence

Two more days tossing your salad
Loosening the behind of you
Tongue, finger, and then a little toy
Calming, your fears, as one still so new
Gently slipping my throbbing veined member
One little inch after another
Resting, feeling the snug fit, as lust overtakes anxiety
Loving every thrust as you throw it right back, seeking yet another

One last day to tie it all up
Make love to all your five senses, all at once
Loving you softly, fucking you hard,and then filling your cup
Enjoying your moans, then contracting your passionate screams
Making our week evergreen, the stuff of dreams
Every second of every minute of every hour of everyday
A real Wow! Fun, fun, fun all the way

The Night Before (Thursday Taster #8)

Hi folks, this week's taster is a continuation of last week's offering, I hope you enjoy it.

The Night before (1)

By

Don Abdul

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We had been working non-stop all day on a nutty case. It was 8 p.m. and the rest of the team had left for the day. Amber-Lynne ordered a break and then she shifted the coffee table out of the way. Even before the smoothly gliding table came to rest she slipped off her three-inch heels, and then she rose to her feet and moved towards me. She stood in front of me and then without saying a word, she bent down and kissed me on the mouth.

Stunned by her seductive audacity, I had no idea how I got to my feet, but suddenly she was in my arms. I was so turned on by her sudden sexual provocation, I had a burning desire to enter her right there and then but I was determined not to allow my primordial desire to ruin our first sexual encounter.

We kissed hungrily and passionately for what seemed an eternity. Time came to a stop as we caressed and fondled each other, pressing against each other and moaning deeply.

The man inside of me rose to the occasion like my father once said it would when the time came. At that point, Amber-Lynne McCain wasn’t the boss anymore, she was a sexy woman whose needs drove her into my arms, and I was determined to sate her hunger.

Easing her arms away from my neck, I pulled her silk blouse from under her skirt while she unbuttoned it. My hand then got busy removing her bra, and fondling her lovely full breasts. I was intent on teasing her a little so I avoided touching her rock hard nipples even as I circled my finger around her areola.

Ohhh… please… she moaned as she pushed her breasts closer t my hands.

I could tell she was at the peak of her arousal already, so I eased her onto the couch.

“Oh my, that is beautiful she enthused in a throaty tone as she pointed at the tent my erection had made in my pant. Unable to contain her excitement, she upped the ante, fluidly swinging her sexy legs off the couch. Reaching behind herself to unzip her skirt, she turned around she slid down her skirt bending down to get it clear of her feet.

That was when I got my first ever look at her completely naked rear view.

‘Oh my word! She is one hot momma!’ That tiny voice in my head screamed. I’ve always had a thing for women who go without panties.

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The Morning After (Thursday Taster #7)

The Morning After

By

Don Abdul

Nervously looking left and right, I stepped off the elevator into the corridor. I thought it best to avoid my sexy new boss for the time being. I was worried that there might be some tension between us considering the event of the previous night.

‘That would surely make working for her very awkward and difficult.’

‘What I need is a plausible alibi to explain why I couldn’t make our morning briefing in her office,’

Thankfully I had an important meeting scheduled for the next couple of hours; the meeting was a brainstorming session to formulate strategy for dealing with the needs of an important client. Since it was scheduled to take place at my office, I could hide out right at my desk without running into her.

A couple of colleagues arrived for the meeting, and the meeting commenced with my assistant taking the minutes.

About half an hour into my meeting, there was a knock on my office door.  My heart skipped a beat when the door swung open and she walked in; a thin film of sweat formed on my brow despite the air conditioning but I willed myself to remain calm.

The meeting was put on hold as everyone around my desk stood up to greet the tall sexy blond bombshell that was my boss, Ms. Amber-Lynn McCain.

“Good morning everyone, please be seated.” She responded, waving everyone back to their seats.

 “Hello Mitch, I just stopped by to return this to you personally. The client would be quite impressed, keep up the good work.”

She turned around and started to walk away but after taking a couple of steps she stopped and then turned around. it was almost as if she could feel the numerous eyes caressing the sexy contours of her curvaceous ass and hips.

“By the way Jamal, great work last night, I trust there’s more where that came from,” she concluded with a naughty wink which I hoped none of the others noticed.

I couldn’t help the sheepish smile that graced my face; I felt like a school boy singled out for praise by a sexy female teacher he has a crush on.

She was almost out the door before I finally found my voice again,

“Thank you,” I said barely above a whisper.

The buzz around my desk continued immediately, but I caught my assistant watching me closely. I avoided her stare and pretended to focus on the meeting when in actual fact I was replaying the cock provoking events of the previous night in her office, and how it had all started.

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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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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