Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Prohibited: an erotic novel - A Sample of the Beginning


Prologue

“Beautiful!” He whispered.
I shuddered as he slid his tongue skillfully and sensuously down my earlobe. His hot and wet tongue continued making a path down my neck. My thoughts fragmented as he planted gentle kisses driving me insane.
Electricity shot through my body as his warm and soft lips caressed me. I ran my fingers through his dark silky hair and he moaned with pleasure. I felt him push himself off the bed.
I noticed he was still in his suit.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He said furiously fighting with his clothes dropping his suit jacket to the floor.
His emerald green eyes never left mine as he wrestled with each article of clothing.
“Your clothes, my sweet, off. Now!” He demanded, throwing his cream-colored shirt onto the floor.
I blindly removed the rest of my clothing and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. He unfastened his belt and whipped it from the loops. I stared at his smooth olive- colored skin reddened by his desire.
My goodness!  I have never been so horny or wanted a man so fucking badly in my life. My body was on fire at the thought of tasting him.
I gazed at his lovely form as he tossed his pants over his shoulder. They landed on the lamp across the room. The lamp tilted and crashed onto the chair next to the bed.
His movements were swift as he climbed on the bed in only his boxers and began to help me finish removing the rest of my clothing.
His hands slipped underneath the straps of my bra. My nipples instantly firmed from his sensuous touch. He slid the thin straps from my shoulders reaching behind me to release me from the lacy material.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
Next, he brought his attention to my panties. He took his time slowly pulling them down my legs. The soft material caressed my thighs and calves as he delicately slid them from my ankles.
After I was completely naked, he slowly removed the rest of his clothing. My body was getting hotter and hotter, threatening to erupt as he slid next to me. He trailed his fingers up and down.  They were like paint brushes designing a masterpiece on my body.
 I could not get enough of watching him. His lips were firm and sensuous, yet the wrinkles around his mouth and eyes gave away his age. His classically handsome features melted away my sanity.
I was losing control.
I liked losing control.
The champagne haze had me wanting to be so dirty and nasty. I was so ready to be satisfied. At that moment, I felt him pause. He stopped and looked into my eyes.
He sighed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked tenderly.
“Maybe we should not do this.” He said easing off the bed.
I didn’t like the sound of that. I needed him inside of me. I refused to let him back out now.
“What do you mean?” I asked barely catching my breath.
“I really want to fuck you, but I can’t do this here.”
I knew deep down I should not force him. My desire, however, would not allow me to let him walk away.  It’s hard to get turned on and then turn it off.
I figured I wouldn’t force him. I would just gently persuade him.
I spread my legs and began to gently push two fingers inside my dripping wet pussy.
I watched him lick his lips, but he didn’t get on the bed. I pulled my fingers out slowly and seductively licked off the juices.
He eased on the bed and ran his fingers up and down my thighs.
“Maybe you’re right,” I replied. “We shouldn’t do this.”
He moved over to me and I knew he was hooked.
“Yes we should. I want to fuck you so bad. I need this.” He said capturing my lips with his.
His lips were soft and succulent.
To my dismay, he pulled back lifting himself up to take a good long look at my smooth chocolate
body.
 I watched him.
He leaned over me covering my body with his. His lips stopped just before they touched my ear.  
He whispered softly.
“I can’t wait to taste you.”
Immediately he began to kiss me fervently and madly.
To tell the truth, I was overwhelmed by his passion and desire.
My lips parted for him, and he thrust in his tongue wrapping around mine. I don’t know if I ever felt this good before.
He released my mouth and stared at me. His eyes were a fierce green glowing with blatant desire. They awakened a flame in me and I knew I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone.
He looked down at my breast, and a smile touched his face. He slowly lowered his head and wrapped his tongue around a hard plum colored nipple.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he slowly teased me. As he licked and sucked on my nipple, he trailed a hand down my stomach to the meeting of my thighs. He played with my clit for a while pausing only to slip a finger into my juicy hole.
I did not know one little finger could drive me absolutely crazy.
He pulled out his finger and sucked off the juices.
“I knew you would taste good.” He said scooting down on the bed opening my legs.
He buried his head between them and I felt my body convulse. I let out a loud audible moan of pleasure. My head jerking back against a pillow.
“Oh cara mia, your pussy is so delicious.”
He stayed there for a moment, licking and teasing me with his tongue. My body squirmed beneath him, and he placed a firm hand on my stomach to steady me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped. He brought his attention back to my breast and took a whole nipple into his mouth. I cried out with bliss as I ran my fingers through his hair.
 He lifted his head and looked into my eyes.
“Do you want me inside of you?” He asked his breathing fast and irregular.
I knew he could not wait any longer.
I slowly nodded my head.
“No, tell me you want me inside of you. I want to hear you say it.”
Our eyes met.
“I want you inside of me.”
He smiled rising and sitting on his knees.
“Are you…?” He began to ask delicately. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Would you just fuck me!” I demanded impatiently.
It was either the lust or the champagne, but something had my mind cloudy. The only thing I could think about was the tingling sensation between my legs and how much I needed something filling me.
He chuckled and came back to me. I watched his elegant body with every move. I noticed how hard and how big he was. My breath caught in my throat.
I couldn’t wait.
He slid himself between my legs and brought his head down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips.
I see now why he couldn’t get enough.
His hands luxuriously caressed my body. I put both hands on the sides of his face and lifted it. I wanted him to see the desire in my eyes and how badly I wanted him.
Without warning, he masterfully plunged himself inside of me. It felt amazing having him so deep. I could feel his large dick touching and probing my inner walls.
His movements were precise and controlled. He clearly knew what he was doing. His years of experience showed in the way he fucked me senseless.
He rolled us over putting me in the driver seat. I looked into his eyes as I rode him. My body seethed with desire and I was desperate to be satisfied. It felt so good grinding my body against his body and moving in tune with his beat.
His breathing was rough and his eyes never left mine. His hands cupped my ass and he gently helped me along. We moved to a slow rhythm. It was a perfect pace that he set. His fingers trailed up my body and teased my nipples as I sought the ultimate release.
I abandoned myself to the whirl of sensation flowing through me.
Suddenly, he pulled me toward him. My hard nipples rubbed against the smoothness of his chest.
He rolled us both over, with himself on top. Faster and faster his pace increased. I knew he was close. I wasn’t too far behind myself.
Any minute I knew that I would shatter into a million little pieces. I was being drawn to a height of passion I had never known before. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My whole body flooded with bliss as I came.
“Oh,” I moaned as my body submitted to the burst of pleasure I felt.
For a second I stopped breathing.
His pace did not falter and after a few seconds I felt his body jerk. I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He came with low surrendering moans. I could feel his body rippling with heat and a look of sheer satisfaction crossed his face.
He collapsed on top of me burying his head in the crook of my neck. We lay that way for a few minutes naked and sweaty.
It felt like an eternity.
It felt like heaven.
When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled off and frantically began to put on his clothes. I lay staring at the ceiling utterly exhausted. I was not sure if I should move.
I watch him without saying a word as he unlocks the door. He opened it slowly looking into the darkness. Satisfied with what he saw, he walked out of the room closing the door softly behind him.
I eventually got off the bed and began to redress myself. Before I was completely done, I stopped and sat down on the bed.
Reality setting in and my intoxication fading, my mind was able to adjust. I sat there wondering how I continued to end up in strange men’s beds. This one was a prize though. He was so sexy. How any woman could resist him, I thought, was beyond me.
I was hoping this would not be my last encounter with him. His gaze and his touch were more intoxicating than the finest wine and I got pleasantly drunk.
Though I would have to admit, I feel a little guilty about this one.
I mean he’s married!

Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Prohibited 3 : Final Betrayal

                                         Prologue



Maxine


6 years ago…




 His lips grazed mine. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“I want to give you what you deserve,” he said.
My back was against the cold wall. His body pressed against mine. I felt his warmth and desire.
He wanted me.
I wanted to be loved.
His hardness pushed against my thigh.
“I deserve…”
Kenneth leaned down and kissed me. His touch was loving and for the first time in days I felt secure and safe by a man’s touch. He knew what I needed. It was good to feel gentle touches and not pain and fear.
For a year and a half I had been in an abusive relationship with a man 15 years older than me. He used my youth and gullibility to take control over me leaving me less than a woman. That is how I felt.
Less than a woman.
Tonight I ran. I ran right to Mikey hoping to find solace after telling my abusive boyfriend I didn’t care what he threatened me with. I was leaving him and he could go fuck himself.
He was dangerous and threatened to harm me if I left. He had an encounter with Mikey once that left both of them banged up and bruised. Mikey made his feelings clear, however. If he ever touched me again, he would kill him.  The beatings didn’t stop but he seemed to fear Mikey after that. I was grateful for the protection but I knew there had come a time when I needed to stand up for myself. So, I left.
My bravado was lined with fear as I told him I was walking out for good. My fear left me in a weakened state. I called Mikey and he told me to go immediately to his place. He insisted I would be safe there. I went and while hiding from one man I ended up in the arms of another.
I kissed him back hungrily. My body ached for it.
“You deserve to know what it feels like to have a real man...” he said cutting me off.
He kissed me again.
“Touch you…” he continued.
He ran his hand up my thigh, under my skirt and into my panties.
“Oh,” I said.
He kissed me on the mouth once again and then dropped down to his knees. He lifted my skirt and put my leg on his shoulder.
I threw my head back as his tongue licked me through my wet panties. It felt so good but in the back of my mind I knew just letting a man seduce me and take me without a fight was what got me involved with my ex-boyfriend. Kenneth was a womanizer. I was just another pussy to be used and abused. Sex, my weakness, is what left me attached to a man who beat me. Kenneth was preying on my weakness and I had to find my strength.
I pushed him back and walked over to the futon. I sat down and grabbed my comfort pillow I brought from my apartment. I hugged it tight to my chest.
“I can’t do this,” I cried.
He sighed.
“What can’t you do Maxine? A minute ago you wanted me just as much as I wanted you.”
I avoided his eyes. I still wanted him but lust was a dangerous emotion.
“You are a fucking womanizer Kenneth. You are just as dangerous as my...”
I could tell my words made him very angry. He took a few steps toward me.
“Don’t compare me to him!” he interrupted. “I am nothing like that motherfucker. I don’t lay my hands on defenseless women. I don’t take advantage of young impressionable students. He’s a motherfucking monster parading as a professor!”
Tears began to slide down my cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to imply that,” I whispered.
I buried my face in my pillow and cried. He came to sit down next to me. He was quiet for a few minutes while I cried.
“I know I have been with…dated a lot of women,” he began. “You’re different Maxine.”
I turned to look at him.
“That’s a terrible line,” I responded.
He reached over and wiped tears from my cheeks.
“It’s not a line Maxi. I’ve wanted you since the day I met you. I’ve wanted to make you mine.”
His words, I knew deep down, meant nothing. They all say that. They all say whatever they thought you wanted to hear just to get in your panties.
“Well, I’m not interested,” I said standing.
I walked down the hall to Mikey’s bedroom. I needed to distance myself from Kenneth.  Being with him was the last thing I needed right now.
Suddenly I felt myself being lifted.
 “What are you doing?” I asked trying to get down.
He tossed me over his shoulder.
“I believe in showing not telling,” he replied.
I tried to get away from him but it was useless. His grip was tight and he carried me to his bedroom.
He plopped me down on what he considered to be his bed. In reality, it was just a mattress and box spring on the floor. His bedroom was what you would typically see in a bachelor pad. It was void of all personality and held an odor of sweat and dirty socks.
I knew this room.
I’d slept in this room.
When my boyfriend would chase me out with his fist, Mikey always welcomed me over and insisted his roommate had no problem with me sleeping here. Kenneth was never home. He was always sleeping over at some girl’s apartment or dorm room.
He stepped back and began to strip down to his boxers. Once I saw his body, my arousal returned and I again began to imagine my legs wrapped around his waist. He was chiseled. Mikey said he was a gym rat, but I was finally seeing the evidence first hand. His dark chocolate skin glistened on its own accord and his brown eyes gave away his deep thoughtful nature.
He climbed on the bed and onto my body. His movements made it seem as if he had more than two hands. They were everywhere. On my breast, taking off my clothes and sliding between my legs.
“Oh, please…” I moaned. I didn’t realize just how much I ached for this. It had been so long since I was touched this way.
His fingers gently parted my pussy lips and glided inside of me. He took his time moving his fingers in and out maximizing my bliss. He shifted his hand from one breast and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue teased my nipple and then his teeth tugged on it sending ripples of ecstasy throughout my body. For some reason the pleasure also reminded me of the pain and the heartache.
I began to cry. My crying, however didn’t stop my orgasm. I could still feel it building and the combination made me shake.
“Don’t cry,” Kenneth whispered. “He can’t hurt you now. I have you, baby.”
With those words I came hard and fast. I moaned. He covered my mouth with kisses. Then he moved down my body. He spread my legs and dipped his head between them. He stayed down there for a minute licking my pussy, tasting my cum, teasing my sensitive clit.
When he was done, he removed his boxers. I laid there riding my orgasmic wave while he slid on a condom. Then he was between my legs and pressing his hard, large dick against the opening of my wet pussy. I was too tight for this new arrival. That only pleased him more. He pushed until he was fully inside of me.
“Oh,” I moaned.
As he entered me, a sigh of pleasure escaped from his lips. He grabbed each leg and pushed further as if to make sure he was as deep as he could go.
“Shit! That feels so good,” he moaned.
I couldn’t respond. I was once again close to coming.
“You’re going to make me come again,” I moaned.
I could tell he took my words as a challenge. His thrusts were increasing in strength and power. My body responded by releasing me and bringing me to my peak. I came loudly and forcefully. He didn’t stop. He continued to thrust and pound me with both my legs on his shoulders. Then he dropped down to a much slower pace. His eyes were on his dick sliding in and out of me. I guess he liked to watch himself work.
My hands were gripping the sheets. He was so deep I felt discomfort and pleasure all at the same time. He then dropped my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. I could hear the increase in his breathing but he was nowhere near close to coming.
There was a clock on his bedside table. My eyes drifted in that direction. 12:45 a.m. it read.
He began to kiss me as he we continued to have sex.  He flipped me over and I propped up my ass so that he could enter me from behind. He pounded me. I buried my face into one of his pillows. He leaned down and brought his lips to my ear.
“You see, I am going to make you feel so good. I’m not going to hurt you. Give me a chance.”
He flipped me back over and entered me again placing my left leg on his shoulder. He fucked me with a fervor I had never experienced. Suddenly he came, throwing his head back. When he was done, he collapsed on top of me. My eyes found the clock again. 1:59 a.m. it read.
My goodness he’s a beast!
I was exhausted and so was he. I laid there next to him with my mind going crazy. I wasn’t pleased with myself. I could hear his breathing slow and I knew that he had fallen asleep. I didn’t plan to sleep next to him. I went to sit up and climb out of the bed when the door swung open and slammed into the wall. The sound made us both jump.
“When you called me and told me you left that motherfucker I was worried,” Mikey began. Then he leaned against the door frame grinning from ear to ear. “But, I see you are being well taken care of.”
Kenneth grabbed a pair of socks from the floor and threw it at the door.
“Get the fuck out, Mikey!”
Mikey laughed and closed the door behind him.
Kenneth leaned over and kissed me. We made out for awhile and then fell asleep.
I awoke in the middle of the night to a noise coming from the corner of the room. I looked over and realized his door was cracked. Suddenly his puppy, a chocolate lab, jumped on the bed and curled up by his feet.
I climbed out of bed and the dog seemed happy to see me move. He climbed in my spot and fell immediately to sleep.
I grabbed my clothes and exited the room. I walked into the living room expecting to see Mikey asleep on the futon. He wasn’t. I guess he expected me to sleep with Kenneth.  I dressed and then curled up on the futon. I laid there staring at the blank TV screen. The things that Kenneth said came back to me. He was a nice guy but I didn’t believe him. I knew a guy like him would never be faithful and I could not go from one heartbreak to another.
Staying away from men right now was best for me. It was about time I started to care about that. It was about time that I focused on me. Sorry Kenneth, whether you’re telling the truth or not, it’s not about what you want right now.
I took a deep breath.
I was tired of being used and abused. It was time for what I wanted now. Men would have to take a backseat.

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Sunday, January 21, 2018

Prohibited 3: Final Betrayal Synopsis



Synopsis


Heartache and pain seemed to follow Maxine Marshall when all she wanted was love. Michael Salvatore was her ticket to the fairy tale love she always wanted.

When an old flame from Maxine’s past resurfaces, things in her life become more complicated.

Michael can feel Maxine pulling away. He vows to do whatever he can to make her his… for good. 

His task becomes harder when his only confidant, Lorenzo, is determined to protect his friend and do whatever he can to break the two up.

In his quest, Lorenzo gets help from Maxine’s former lover. His goal: Reclaim his lost love…by any means necessary.


In the third installment of the Prohibited Series, can Maxine and Michael’s love survive this final test or will lust and betrayal finally pull the lovers apart forever?


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