TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "CREAM"

 

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Caution! Steamy excerpt ahead! This week we have an "R" rated episode of "Two of Hearts." It's Terry and Clare and skype sex. If this makes you uncomfortable, just hop on over to the other authors' posts. You'll find them HERE. 

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At eleven, Terry harnessed the dog and headed for the elevator. There was a light on in the townhouse where Jen lived, but he didn’t stop. With his mind totally focused on his wife, it was not the time to be talking to another attractive woman. Queenie did all her business in one trip around the block.

“Good girl,” he said. “Extra treats for you.”

When they returned home, Terry made good, offering the pug three treats. She gobbled them up. He checked the time –eleven forty. Time to get ready. He undressed down to his boxers and set the laptop on the coffee table. Next, he uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a glass. After taking a sip, he turned on the computer and clicked on Skype. 

His pulse raced, almost like the first time he’d gone out with her. Clare had been way out of his league. When it became clear she wanted to sleep with him on the third date, he’d been monumentally surprised. He chuckled at his behavior. Then the screen burst into life and there she was.

God, she was gorgeous. She wore an off-the-shoulder dress, exposing some serious cleavage.  Her dark auburn hair fell to her shoulders in a soft curl. Her peaches and cream complexion had more freckles than usual. He chalked that up to the California sunshine. Her eyes wide, she grinned.

“Hi,” she said, raising her hand.

“Hey, baby. You look great.”

“So do you.”

He placed his palm on the screen, then she did the same. Her skin, always flawless, was burned in a few places. The outline of a bathing suit showed.

“You okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Sunburn.”

She laughed. “Yeah. The sun here takes some getting used to.”

“You’re all right, though?”

“I am.”

He wasn’t going to say it first, but it simply flew out of his mouth. “Man, I miss you, honey.”

“Me, too. I’m trying to stay busy so I don’t think about how long it might be before I see you again.”

“Do you want me to come for a weekend?”

“I do.”

“When?”                                     

“Let me check my calendar tomorrow. I’ll text you.”

“Okay.”

“This is supposed to be about sex, isn’t it?” She got that flirty little look he loved. He snickered.

“Yeah.”

“Here we go.” She touched her phone and the song “The Stripper” came on. This was going to be much better than he had expected.

She stood up and began a striptease. This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he could barely believe she was his wife. With his eyes were glued to the screen, his dick popped out of his boxers. Clare’s gaze went right to his lap and she laughed.

“Good to know you still love me.” 

“You’ll never know how much.” 

Clare removed her clothing, piece by piece. She approached the screen and kissed it. Terry could barely breathe. Love and passion poured through his veins.

“Take it off, baby,” Clare cooed, removing the last item, her panties.

He jumped up, shed his boxers, and approached the screen.

“You are so hot,” he said, licking his lips.

“Only for you, baby.” She lowered her lids and stared at the screen.

Terry fell back in the chair, as his body took over.

That's all for today. Thanks for stopping by. 

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "MEET"

 

Welcome! It's time for Tuesday Tales and our word prompt, which is "meet" this week. I've used "met", a form of the word. And it applies to the pugs. Yes, we have another episode of "Two of Hearts." I couldn't leave you hanging any longer about whether Clare called or not. Don't forget to hop on over and read the wonderful stories by the other Tuesday Tales authors. Find them HERE. 

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“Did you hear from Clare?”

“I did. You were right. Some of her classmates decided to watch the sunrise on the beach. They got blasted and fell asleep.”

“Oh, good. Innocent. Do you feel better?”

“I do. Now it’s your turn,” he said, stepping up to the arriving train. When the doors opened, he took her hand and guided her into the car. After they parted, she smiled and raised her hand in farewell. As the doors closed, she realized she still had his hanky. He raised his hand back and made a gesture as if it wasn’t important. She’d wash, iron, and return it next time Willie and Queenie met. She couldn’t return it to him directly because she didn’t even know his last name, let alone where he lived.

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Terry had stopped reacting to any stares when he came in late. He had a good excuse this morning. His mood had lifted. He whistled as he got coffee and headed to his office. As his computer booted up, he texted Clare.

 

                 Date tonight? Skype sex?

 

Even allowing for the time difference, he’d be on edge, awaiting her reply. He’d never had Skype sex, but he figured it had to be better than doing it himself to porn. Of course, there was a similarity, but he dismissed that. She was his wife, and that made it okay.

Terry and Paul made plans to work out at six. Then he’d pick up some food, and be ready for his woman. He focused on his work and the day flew by. At five thirty, Paul knocked on the door.

“Ready?”

“Just gotta finish this one email,” Terry said, typing. Paul sat in the chair facing Terry’s desk.

“Okay. Let’s go,” Terry said.

The two men made their way through the thickening rush hour crowd to the gym, two blocks away. After changing into workout clothes, they hit the treadmill. He vowed to keep in shape, improve even, while she was gone. He’d checked out the other people in her group. There were some guys there, younger than Clare, too. They were probably pretty buff. He’d have to keep up if he wanted Clare to come home.

Was he afraid she’d find someone better there? Damn right. He’d heard her talk about writer events in the City. She’d go on and on about how they understood her. That remark hit home. Did he have any inkling what it felt like to be a writer? Nope, Terry was a numbers man. He’d tried. He’d listened, but never measured up to the like-mindedness of Clare’s writer crowd. Now she was with only writers, and some younger guys, too. Would they take her away?

That's it for this week. Thanks for stopping by. 

TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "STRONG"

 

Howdy do! Welcome! Today we have another episode of "Two of Hearts" with the word prompt "strong" hidden inside. When you've finished reading my excerpt, hop on over to the other authors and read their outstanding stories. You'll find them HERE. 

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The dog obliged her by doing all his business before she directed him back into the townhouse.

Jen opened a can of his food and filled his dish and gave him fresh water. Keeping her daily ritual calmed her. She went through the motions, being responsible, getting things done. Something about the routine--so ordinary –promised her that life would continue to be ordinary. Stan will come home, get better and they will resume their life together. She believed. She had to –the alternative was unacceptable, on any level.

She showered quickly and dressed in a black silk pants and tunic outfit. Stan loved that on her. Jen took a deep breath, downed the rest of her coffee, petted Willie goodbye, and left.

Chewing a nail, she kept checking her watch. Even though it was only eight thirty, she hurried down the sidewalk. What if there was a problem with the subway? What if it stopped? It was rush hour, she’d never get a taxi, besides the traffic would be like a jar of molasses, slowing everything to a crawl. What if she didn’t make it before Stan woke up? Her breathing became shallow as she quickened her pace, practically tripping over her own feet. With eyes on her watch, she stepped into the street.

A strong hand yanked her back on the sidewalk while a loud horn blared in her face.

“Whoa! Jen!”

She turned to see Terry, holding her firmly by the arm.

“What?”

“That taxi almost mowed you down.”

“A taxi?” Confused, her eyes filled with tears.

He eased her back against the big apartment building on the corner. “Maybe you should catch your breath. Where’re you going?”

“To the hospital.”

“Subway?”

She nodded, swiping at the tears on her cheeks. “What if he doesn’t wake up? What if? What if?” she whispered.

“Aw. No. Don’t go there.” Terry pulled her into his embrace and she broke down, sobbing into his shoulder. He patted her back. “It’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay. Come on. I’ll take you to the subway.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking a shuddering breath. He fished a handkerchief out of his back pocket and handed it to her. She mopped at her face. Embarrassed, she hid behind the white cloth. He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and escorted her down the street. His presence calmed her. The strength of his biceps transferred to her, right through the fabric of his suit.

He slowed his gait to accommodate her high heels.

“Dressed up for Stan?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You look great. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

“Thank you.”

He took her down the steps and waited until her train came in. She was headed uptown and he downtown.

“Did you hear from Clare?”

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P.S. Yeah, I can write a cliffhanger, too!!