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26 Days of Alliteration: R Is For Revisions- Day 18 #26DaysOfAlliteration


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Reading romance revisions of rapture of redemption.

 

Pamela E. Hester ©2018

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A Night Of True Love and Romance #fiction #amwriting


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We walked the boardwalk underneath the crescent moon in a cloudless sky after indulging in a delectable meal by candlelight. Our hands embraced, eyes locked; we felt a familiar feeling claiming us once again that has been embedded deeply into our souls. Our lips caressed.
Next, we ambled over to a group of musicians by a lighted fountain playing jazz music; a sound so melodic and captivating. We’re enthralled. Our hearts took a front row seat.

After the music ensemble has ended, we set out to watch the sunset by the seashore. Such a magical and breathtaking view to witness. Our bodies then became one. Merged souls filled with lots of love and light.

(A work of fiction. 😃)

© Pamela Hester

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Where Has Our Love Gone? #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction


Continued From- Baby, Your Love Kills Me.

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It has been about a week since Andrew and Jessica’s sexual encounter at a friend’s party, and Andrew had only heard from Jessica only once; which was very brief. He missed laying eyes on her and holding her dearly.

No sight no hear. He tried calling, yet received not a sound from her sing-song voice. What could it be? He kept asking himself, thinking back days ago of anything that could have gone wrong. Was it the negative vibes from a few women who sat gossiping about her? Jessica doesn’t give a damn about that. Or, was it the invasion of ants that messed up her so perfect hair after her afterglow? Andrew laughed at the hilarious memory. Nevertheless, they had fun, or so he thought.

Picking up the phone once again, he heard a loud knock at the door. He hurried over hoping it would be his Jessica. He jerked opened the door and found his best friend, Tamia with an upsetting look stretched across her face.

“Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?” She asked tautly, glancing about the place.

“I’ve been busy,” Andrew simply replied. He noted how distracted his friend was. Her large eyes glimpsed about as if to find a particular something or someone.

“Busy, huh? Oh, please don’t tell me, with Miss Prissy Jessica?”

“Yeah, busy,” Andrew avoided telling Tamia about his feelings towards Jessica’s absence. It would make her day worth living for just to know he’s having issues where Jessica is concerned.

Tamia studies him closer, not believing him for a second. Maybe “busy” worrying over that thot, Tamia thought, seething.

Andrew turned to ambles into the kitchen to fix a drink for them both. Disappointment washed over him that it wasn’t the one he was hoping for. He absentmindedly grabs the Tropicana and a glass. Anxiety began to tear him down. Not one time had he done something Jessica didn’t like. Andrew always went above and beyond for her.

“Earth to Andy!” Tamia yells, hitting her fist against the counter.

“Damn girl! Chill much? Here’s your orange juice,” Andrew shook his head, his nerves fired up. Call me Jessica, now!

Look, you been tripping over something since I walked in here. This is me. Tell me what’s bothering you, or I’m out.” Tamia fussed. She let her fingers drummed against the granite counter.

Sighing audibly, Andrew spilled out his feelings about Jessica and her absence anyway. They always had a bump in the road, yet they managed to work through it. They survived.

“…I know Jessica loves me, but she just have a funny way of showing it,” Andrew was saying.

“A funny way? Jessica don’t care about anyone but herself. She’s a leech, a freaking narcissistic. You have been damn near broke since she entered your life. You are always back and forth with her. Andrew, she’s no good for you.” Tamia prays that what she said resonate with her good friend.

Andrew is a great catch; she can see that. She can see herself with him as well. However, guys like Andrew seemed to fall for the bad girls’ type that broadcast their sexuality on Instagram and Snapchat like it was no problem. Jessica is a woman who wants a man for what he can give her, and once she gets what she wants, she moves on to the next; that is if she hasn’t lost interest.

Yeah, Tamia was sick to her core of those types of women who take the good guys and make a mess of them.

“You are wrong for this, Tamia. You are better than that.” Andrew glance up at the ceiling, hoping that by the time he counts to three, this nightmare with his childhood friend will cease to exist.

“No, you are better than being with a bitch like Jessica-”

“Don’t call her that!” Andrew interrupted furiously.

“How about this changing your mind,” Tamia digs into her Coach bag and threw numerous pictures at him.

“What is all this?” Andrew got his answer as his eyes scanned his scantily-clad woman in the arms of another man. Multiple pictures of the one whom he loves and thought love him, seducing and being seduced by a guy, who wasn’t him.

“I warned you about her. You see, she-”

“You have no right bringing this-” Andrew heard the sound of his doorbell ringing.

He hastily went to the door, still arguing with Tamia. Flinging the door open without asking who it was stood Jessica with a weird look plastered on her beautiful face.

If you haven’t already, read the beginning of their sweet misery of love. 💋

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Baby, Your Love Kills Me #MondayBlogs #amwriting #fiction


Continued from Your Love Is Sweet Misery.

Warning: 18+ (Mature Audiences)

 

“He can smell the inviting scent of her perfume a few feet away. It was driving him insane! It sent an unbearable electrifying desire throughout his body and ached in the middle. He sat down his drink, ambles over to her with hunger in his eyes..”

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Andrew wrapped an arm around Jessica’s slim waist from behind; inhaling that intoxicating perfume he loves so much. They grind against one another not caring who was watching; cause at this moment the only one that matter was them.

“Rock me slow,” Jessica breathes out, turning around to envelop her delicate, soft hands around his thick neck.

Andrew did what he was told, staring into her hazel eyes. The rocking intensified. Andrew groaned. Jessica slow-wind; pressure is building up, feeling Andrew’s thick hardness through her thin material. She threw her head back in satisfaction, allowing the cool breeze to ease her troubled mind.

She had a rough day over some finances on her part going wrong; and right now with Andrew, she felt exhilerated. The fluidity of their movements and of the wind blowing, her baby pink mini dress lifted up fluttering around her hips. It caused an upsetting murmurs from those who couldn’t or wouldn’t tear their eyes away. She made no attempt to smooth down the dress.

“My Andew,” Jessica sighs and hugged him tight. She could feel the daggers being thrown her way by envious women who actually thought they had a chance with her man. No chance is given when she is in town.

Andrew. Her comforter. Her lover, knight in shining armour. Her ATM machine. Yeah, she found the right one.

Andrew pulled away as the song ended, basking in the sight of such gorgeousness before him. He licks his full lips. So enthralled, he saw Jessica’s mouth moved. What was she saying? He wondered. Andrew’s mind was a whirlwind, envisioning sensual thoughts of them behind a bush somewhere.

“Do you want to?” Jessica asked. She nibbles on her bottom lip, coyly. An act that gets her her way…with anyone.

“Hmm?” He answered absentmindedly, lowering his head to hear her.

Jessica laughs and pulls him towards her, laughing as her lips mesh with his. He could feel her body pulsating electrifying heat against his body. It sent a feverish feeling throughout with an insatiable desire that forgetting everything and everyone; he quickly picked her slender body up and walked them behind a tall rose bush.

..Nowadays, you can’t do anything without a pair of eyes or two watching your every move. Some people gasped, mostly women while others whooped. But, there was one who sat mean-faced oozing hate for the couple who rolled around in rose petals, groping and moaning without a care in the world.

 

Stay tuned next week to find out what happens next.

Love

Love Poems and Quotes- Part 1


couple in loveI have always been a sucker for poems of love and quotes. I find them romantic and endearing. We all love, but most doesn’t understand the meaning of what love is all about.

It is said that love is a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

And, also, a feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.

Here’s a short list of a few favorite poems and quotes that I want to share with you all:

 

A Special World

A special world for you and me

A special bond one cannot see

It wraps us up in its cocoon

And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold

Gently nestling us to the fold

Like silken thread it holds us fast

Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break

A new one forms in its wake

To bind us closer and keep us strong

In a special world, where we belong.

– Sheelagh Lennon –

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If I could have just one wish,

I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine…
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

– Courtney Kuchta –

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Winter Moonlight

The snow, so peaceful and serene,

caressed by the soft moonlight,

gave magical feelings to the night.

The soft blue glow,

the lovers’ words that then did flow,

their lips closer and closer

until, locked in the throes

of a passionate embrace,

he decided to express his feelings,

to keep her safe.

He whispered softly,

his words like music to her ears,

“I Love You,”

and her response the same,

heard like the gentle breeze,

“And I, love you, forever.”

That was the night they promised

to be together through everything,

each to care for the other when old and gray.

A lovers’ pact

the most likely to last.

– Krista J. Mikula –

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What Is It That I Love?

If asked why I love her I would say

It’s the sway in her hips,

the thickness in her thighs.

It’s the lust in her lips,

the love in her eyes.

It’s the softness of her skin,

the silk in her hair.

It’s the twist in her walk;

it’s the sweetness in her talk.

It’s the way she loves me

that makes me love her each day.

That is what I would say.

– Justin Hutchins –

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Never Have I Fallen

Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chest

I think of you each morning
And dream of you each night
I think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delight

Never have I fallen
But I am quickly on my way
You hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away

– Rex A. Williams –

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