|Posted on May 15, 2013 at 3:45 PM|
Author Alexandria Infante.
This is the Teaching between Midnight and Dawn Series...
I was listening, or more like eavesdropping, lol on a conversation between this couple. The girl was complaining that the guy had no spark anymore. He was pretty much absent in the relationship, and she wanted to know if it was over between them. The guy came back with the normal guy speak, ending with the infamous, "Just because I don't say I love you everyday, doesn't mean that I don't!"
I sorta chuckled to myself, then shook my head, finished my Starbucks, then left.
Since Sundays seem to be the only day I don’t have a million fricken things to do, I’ve decided that I’ll make Sundays blog day. For some reason your body seems to just go into that lazy mode, and won’t come out of it
In my quest for the perfect relaxing Sunday, I did a bit of internet surfing, downloaded some new tunes, and just pretty much vegged; with a cold glass of moscat or as the popular term so deems it, moscato.
And no I didn’t do it wit no hands…
Well, my music library is pretty nil now (My music man isn’t home for the summer yet especially since it seems like there’s a new hit every five seconds, so I thought I’d replenish it. Moreover, since I write Romance, I try to keep my library full of sexy cuts like Trey, Drake, Omarion, Robin Thicke, Bichatas, and even some alternative love songs.
In my search for love songs or just some get down and get nasty music lol, because I need that too since I write sensual Romance. I paused to think about the slow jam, the alternative love song, or some of that plain amazing 70s and 80s music, which was sung by some relatively hot looking guy who swears he meant the words he was singing.
My mind instantly reverted back to that conversation between the guy and girl.
(Love songs by women are entirely different), and for today this is about the “Male” lol.
Steven Tyler’s, “Don’t go to Sleep”, Player’s “Baby Come back”, Journey’s “Send Her My Love”, Incubus’ “Wish You were Here”, Mike Posner’s “Please Don’t Go” Nevershoutnever’s “Trouble” Crossfade’s “Cold” and Trap’s “Echo;” they all seem to imply some romantic sense of what men think. Especially, when that certain woman decides she’s had enough and walks.
Nevertheless, as I delved deeper into the music, I found myself going back to my roots, R&B, Bichatas, and the like.
My first impression was; why can’t men really think like this?
Seeing that I write romance, I normally get my creative juices (my brain people) flowing when I listen to music.
If it’s a fight scene, then it’s Evanescence, Nickel Back, Link n’ Park, Three days Grace, Disturbed ect. If it’s dialogue, then it Michael Bubble’, good old Frank, and 70s & 80s music as a whole.
However, when I get to the intimate scenes or argument scenes where the two main characters are pissed, have a huge fight to which one eventually storms out, I find myself going back to real R&B, (Tank, Tyrese, Usher, Robin, Jon. B., Trey, Jamie) or what my daughter and her friend like to term “Ridiculously Black Slow Jams”, love songs (mostly women here, because after all, I am. I loveeee Adel) because it seems to stimulate my brain for what it is exactly I need to write. In addition, don’t even get me started on Musiq Soulchild’s Beautiful!
God, I loveee that song!
Nevertheless, as I was listening to music, Trey Songz’s Role Play to be exact, I wondered to myself;
“Why aren’t men really like this?”
And if they are, where the hell are they??? Lol
Any wonder we women love Romance in most forms.
If you’ve watched any of Trey’s videos, you would think he was in actuality, the “Black Casanova”, because the sensuality just exudes from his videos. I had an urge to watch the video, and I was still amazed at how men just don’t seem to get it?
To my Male Counter parts out there;
This is what a woman wants!!!
Usher’s Trading Places is one of the hottest videos out there, and I suddenly thought;
“If men spent as much time watching these types of videos as they do say “Sports!” They would have a clue as to how a woman wants to be treated intimately, and essentially score major fricken brownie points.
Sadly enough, most men think artist like Drake, Tyrese, Trey, and Usher are punks (nicest word I could think of as opposed to what some of my guy friends called them), because they give up too much emotions. Nevertheless, here’s the thing guys; if you took even the slightest amount of advice from their songs, you know that hot chick you’ve been after for so long?
She would ultimately melt in your arms, if you took your head out cha ass for like two seconds and said hummm, “Maybe there is something to this.”
I swear, she would be eternally yours.
Even if you’re well endowed, if you don’t know how to use it, and when I say use it, not just the sex; but the sensuality of it, then you’re still a douche lol.
Moreover, learning is fun, and maybe you might even actually go so far as to ask her what “She” wants.
You might just be the guy women fight over.
Have you ever wondered why that amazing looking chick was with what you would consider a douche or a nerd?
It’s because he put her first (sexually, sensually, and emotionally). There is no such thing as emotionless sex, no matter how both sexes like to think there is.
Yet, to my male compradors, this intimacy is what keeps her there!
If you find that your relationship is lacking, your marriage just doesn’t have that spark sexually anymore, or something is just missing; try reading Women’s Fiction.
Even if it isn’t manly,
consider it your research lol.
Whether its a Sexy Paranormal, a Hot Steamy Contemporary, or that Sensual Historical Fiction, they all have one thing in common; they were written by Women for Women.
What better way to know the mind of a woman, or what she wants then to read it?
It is written there in plain English what she wants, what she dreams, and her wildest fantasy...
In addition, if you’re a guy who dates women of color, (African-American, Latina, Indian, Arab, ect) you had better invest in some ethnic culture. The one major thing the above artist have in common; is women all over the World LOVE them, no matter what Race, Sexuality, Sexual Orientation or Creed they are, and you know why?
Because they speak to the heart of the women, and what she wants intimately...
Just a thought.
If you’re a male reading this, women know what other women want.
It’s like my younger brother used to tell me when I was on the dating scene and asked him about some guy I was dating. He would reply, “Don’t ask another man about a man, unless you want the truth.”
That goes for us women too…
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...