|Posted on August 26, 2013 at 7:40 PM|
uthor Alexandria Infante for Eternal Press.
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn Series...
So, I'm sure by now, er'body and they mamma has seen the VMA'S, or at least clips of what actually went on. Gaga was her normal self they say, but the actual show kicker, and the winner in "Ratchetness of the Century," Award goes to Miley Cirus.
I could not stop laughing!!!
The first thing I thought was, "OOH Gurl...No,"
I understand that er'body needs a lil Twerking now and then, but come on gurl, what is wrong with you?
I didn't actually watch the show, but since I subscribe to most of the popular social sites, I have been bombarded by images of it. The audience reactions are classic, and I just had to put some of them up, encase you guys haven't seen them.
I could not stop laughing at the Smith family faces. They went from wtf, to disbelief, to Ewww, and finally OMG!
I would sure like to see what Paula Patton thought of Robin and Miley's performance...
I hate Taylor's Smith's music... but I have to agree with her and Selena, this is just ratchet...
I mean, c'mon, she had to know it was just "Nasty," lol. I'm all for white girls twerking, and any other nationally for that matter, but if people are looking at you, like you are living outside yo mind, then there's a problem, and she should have called it quits after that...
And this was classically funny. If Drake can't believe it! Then it must be bad when even rappers shake their heads in disbelief...
To me, "Twerking," itself is just nasty....I see no dance value in it, but hey...that's just me. Nasty...Nasty...Nasty...
At least with normal people, there are some consequences fo gettin yo twerk on...hahahaha! I guess they're Twerk, let alone their studies have been suspended! Lma0!
The whole idea of the dance is...
I may write Paranormal, Contemporary and Historical with a slightly erotic element, but it is done tastefully. There is nothing tasteful about Twerking... and its sad that our young women of today have less and less respect for themselves...
How can you expect men to respect you...when you don't Respect Yourself...;)
On to Happier and less ridiculous things...
Next week Interview with Contemporary Romance author Carol Bennet...
New Book Reviews...so stay tuned...
Have an Awesome Day!!
changes can bring about some of the most amazing adventures.
That?s exactly what Izobel Santos thought when she decided to chuck it all, and move from California to Louisiana to chase her dreams of opening a restaurant of her own.
In spite of this, sex, lies, without the video tape threaten to turn her once looked forward to venture into a nightmare; and it seems only one person knows the truth.
A past of pretext, deception and treachery jeopardize not only her dreams, but her life as well.
Can Izzy find the truth, before it?s too late?
Luc Moreau knew who she was from the moment he laid eyes on her. She looked so much like Sophia, that it was almost daunting! Yet from the moment his lips touched hers, he knew what his job was; to protect her from clandestine forces, and untold secrets of long ago, no matter what the cost?even if it might get them both killed!
As I maneuvered through the crowded dance floor, the music changed to this amazing seductive beat.
The waiter suddenly paused in front of me, and I looked up at him surprised.
?The host has sent this for the lovely lady.? He smiled behind the mask, and I frowned slightly.
I noticed the two glasses of champagne were tinted an electric green, then stared at them for several moments.
?Both?? I asked, my brows rising, and he nodded grinning.
?Seems he thinks you need to?loosen up a bit.? He laughed, and I frowned out right then.
I snatched both glasses off his tray, then commenced to down them both.
He threw his head back laughing, winked, then sauntered off.
I took a deep breath, then released it slowly.
I wasn?t sure why I was nervous, but something strange was in the air; and if I had to describe it, it was pure energy, but of a sexual nature.
I eased in between this dancing couple attempting to get to the middle of the dance floor.
I didn?t care if I would be dancing alone, but something about this song made me want?no need to dance.
I instantly realized it was Chibo Motto?s Sugar Water.
I closed my eyes behind the mask, and just allowed the music to envelope me, sighing as it seemed to take me higher.
But then again, it could have been the two glasses of champagne I?d just downed.
I felt some kind of electrical charge go through me, then gasped as I felt his presence.
Somehow even with my eyes closed, I knew it was him.
?I?d know this body anywhere.? He suddenly whispered into my neck, his lips brushing my skin, and I swear I felt it to the core of me and had to stifle the moan.
?Luc.? His name seemed to ease from me on a deep breath; he nodded, then drew me into his body, my back to his chest.
His hands caressed my bare shoulders, then nape of my neck, and I nearly screamed.
I wasn?t sure what was in that fucking champagne, or if I was just straight up horny; but every time he touched me, it felt as if tiny electrical currents were shooting through me, centering on every pleasure zone I had.
?Luc.? I gasped; he turned me, then crushed my lips with his.
?I need Cher, I swear I do! I caint function without her.? He swore fiercely against my lips, I gasped, opened my mouth to speak, when he covered it with his again; and I swear I almost screamed.
?And I didn?t mean for Cher to drink èm both, one was mine.? He chuckled in my ear, but I could no longer concentrate.
He swept me into his arms, then nodded to the two grinning men in the corner, and they parted the people for him laughing.
I wasn?t sure what was going on, but I knew I wanted him so far up in me in that moment, that I would swear it was burning a hole in me!
?Luc?? I moaned, and he nodded.
?Jus hole on mon amour; I promise it?ll pass soon.? He swore, as he took the stairs two at a time.
As he entered the bedroom, I somehow switched positions in his arms, he gasped, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my lips with his.
?Cher non, you don?t know what chue doin!?
?Yes I do, fuck me!? I hissed in his ear, and would swear I heard him growl.
?Amourexu?I cain?? I silenced him with my lips, jumped down from his arms, and immediately began snatching his clothes off. I shimmied out of my dress, which left only the garters and undies.
Which were crotch-less.
When he was bare chest, my touch caused him to gasp, snatch up a glowing green bottle, then down half its contents.
?Beb, we caint do this! Not yet, I need to explain some than?? He wailed backing up, and I gasped shocked interrupting him.
?Fine...if you don?t want me...just fucking say so Luc! But stop playing these fucking games!? I yelled, because that was the third time he blew me off.
I snatched up my dress to cover my breast, then made a b-line for the door, but never made it.
We slammed into the wall, he placed one strong arm between my legs, then hoisted me up eye level, pinning me there with his arm in between my thighs, and I swear my vajush was screaming for more as I gasped shocked.
I looked into his eyes bewildered.
?Not wont chue? I have tried everythin in ma power; to not fucking wont ye Izzy!? He spat, and my eyes widened, because his were suddenly an amber green, and the accent sounded just a bit different.
I would swear it was a mixture of British/French and Cajun!
?But?? He cut me off, by placing his finger to my lips.
?Naw, Cho! Co! Ye da one who been leadin me on a merry chase Poupèe, then boude all damn day, when I let go; don?t give me that merde. So stick a sussette in it and listen.? He barked, I was short of breath, and my eyes narrowed.
But my faithless ass body caused me to nearly moan in pleasure from that slight touch, despite my offense.
?I never said?? I attempted, he shook his head drawing even closer to me, and I was all aware that his arm was still between my thighs, giving me pleasure, even if he had no clue of it.
?Just stop.? He commanded, jerking me into his body, and I swear I had never been so turned on by a man in my life!
Gone was my docile Luc, replaced by this extremely sexy?aggressive?man.
And I was loving every fucking minute of it.
?Ye want me to fuck ye Izzy? Believe me; I have wanted to do nothin more since I was sixteen fucking years old! But this ain?t about a fuck; it?s about ye and me Izzy.
Ye belonging to me, and no one else. Me?the only man allowed between these thighs.? He declared, as he suddenly removed his arm, caught me, and pinned me to the wall, his hands gripping my hips.
?Me the only man smacking this tight ass.? He affirmed into my throat as his hands suddenly began to palm my ass, and my head rolled back, leaning against the wall.
I gasped as he suddenly held me against the wall with his upper body, then stepped out of his slacks.
?Me the only man suckin on this hot little cunt.? He avowed, and I did scream this time, as he placed two fingers inside of me, and my muscles immediately began to milk them for all the pleasure I could get.
?Me the only man makin ye cum for hours; cuz believe me, if I fuck ye, ye belong to me, and me only Izzy and I fucking mean that! Because I swear to God, I will kill any other man ye do.? He pledged with a growl, actually seriously bit my neck this time, jerked me down on his erection, and I screamed from the pleasure.
?Still want me to fuck ye??He snarled, and I could only pant, as I felt myself completely full for the first time in my life, then wiggled to draw him up even deeper, and he growled in the back of his throat...