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discerning taste, with the exception of my ex. I tended to be attracted to men with a dark side. Physically and emotionally darker. Stormy guys who were a little more sensitive on the inside like poets, authors, artists, the Right Brainers was what I always referred to them as. Sort of like me. Intense and passionate. And moody.
“She was definitely a good fuck. Funny, I didn’t expect to be horny; I had just gotten laid last night.” Maybe I was hitting my sexual peak which was causing this sudden increase in my sex drive.
“Oh my, Adina. You’re becoming like somebody else I know.” She pointed to herself. That woman fucked like permanent death was right around the corner.
“That’s what Gal likes about you. Well, your horn-dog side mixed with cute baby making.” I grabbed her hands, “I have to get going. I really need to get to the mall and get an outfit for my date on Friday night.”
“Oh yeah, tell me quick before you leave.”
“My mom.” I groaned, “In short, she met someone she liked. She gave him my number. He called me. We’re going out for sushi on Friday. End of story.”
“Leave it to your mother.” She laughed, remembering all the interfering my mother had done in the past.
“She wants me to find someone before the Elders take it upon themselves to arrange something.” I suddenly felt a bit defensive. I couldn’t believe I was sticking up for my mom, very unlike me indeed.
“That would stink, Adina. One thing the Elders are not known for is their matchmaking skills. Very lacking in that department.” Morgan had almost been forced to marry an Irish vamp who also happened to prefer men. Thankfully, she had met Gal at just the right time.
“I’ll go underground before I am forced into a marriage. Don’t worry; you’ll be the only one who will know my forwarding address.” I hugged her and headed toward the front door, “I’ll call you later.”
“OK. Hey, I might have Sheila come over here for a bit.” Morgan giggled, “It’s been awhile for me and Gal.”
“I glamoured her, she won’t even remember she had been fucked already. Although, she might wonder why she’s so sensitive in her delicious girl parts.” I licked my lips; I could almost taste her still. I needed a shower.
“Good, I think that’s what I’ll do while the babies are sleeping. Go…I only have a couple hours to suck and fuck before the hubby gets home!”
“Going! Have fun. Love you!” I put my sunglasses on and headed to my car. I had a very uneasy feeling that I was being watched. As inconspicuously as I could, I looked around as I climbed into the driver’s seat and let the luxury of my car securely embrace me. Not noticing anything unusual, I shrugged the sensation off and filed it under “paranoia of the day” and I headed to the mall. I was probably being hyper-sensitive, after all, Michael had just shown up out of the blue earlier, what would stop him from doing it again.
Buying something pretty to wear would be the perfect icing for the delicious cake of a day I ended up having.
I shopped and then raced home before I passed out with exhaustion. I was worn out; it had been an extremely long and busy day. The emotional ups and downs had been intense. And to make matters worse, I hadn’t done any writing. I’d hear about it from my publisher, without any doubt. Her voice would probably be the one waking me up the next morning, shrill and angry, demanding to know who I thought I was and did I not have any appreciation for what she’s done for me. It was the same song every single time I missed my deadline. Which happened pretty much every single time I had a deadline. Yet, somehow, my books always ended up on the shelves on the exact day they were scheduled for release. Amazing how those things just happened. I suppose I worked best under pressure.
I let myself into my condo, tossed my purse onto the kitchen counter and made my way into my room. I needed to cleanse myself. I
“She was definitely a good fuck. Funny, I didn’t expect to be horny; I had just gotten laid last night.” Maybe I was hitting my sexual peak which was causing this sudden increase in my sex drive.
“Oh my, Adina. You’re becoming like somebody else I know.” She pointed to herself. That woman fucked like permanent death was right around the corner.
“That’s what Gal likes about you. Well, your horn-dog side mixed with cute baby making.” I grabbed her hands, “I have to get going. I really need to get to the mall and get an outfit for my date on Friday night.”
“Oh yeah, tell me quick before you leave.”
“My mom.” I groaned, “In short, she met someone she liked. She gave him my number. He called me. We’re going out for sushi on Friday. End of story.”
“Leave it to your mother.” She laughed, remembering all the interfering my mother had done in the past.
“She wants me to find someone before the Elders take it upon themselves to arrange something.” I suddenly felt a bit defensive. I couldn’t believe I was sticking up for my mom, very unlike me indeed.
“That would stink, Adina. One thing the Elders are not known for is their matchmaking skills. Very lacking in that department.” Morgan had almost been forced to marry an Irish vamp who also happened to prefer men. Thankfully, she had met Gal at just the right time.
“I’ll go underground before I am forced into a marriage. Don’t worry; you’ll be the only one who will know my forwarding address.” I hugged her and headed toward the front door, “I’ll call you later.”
“OK. Hey, I might have Sheila come over here for a bit.” Morgan giggled, “It’s been awhile for me and Gal.”
“I glamoured her, she won’t even remember she had been fucked already. Although, she might wonder why she’s so sensitive in her delicious girl parts.” I licked my lips; I could almost taste her still. I needed a shower.
“Good, I think that’s what I’ll do while the babies are sleeping. Go…I only have a couple hours to suck and fuck before the hubby gets home!”
“Going! Have fun. Love you!” I put my sunglasses on and headed to my car. I had a very uneasy feeling that I was being watched. As inconspicuously as I could, I looked around as I climbed into the driver’s seat and let the luxury of my car securely embrace me. Not noticing anything unusual, I shrugged the sensation off and filed it under “paranoia of the day” and I headed to the mall. I was probably being hyper-sensitive, after all, Michael had just shown up out of the blue earlier, what would stop him from doing it again.
Buying something pretty to wear would be the perfect icing for the delicious cake of a day I ended up having.
I shopped and then raced home before I passed out with exhaustion. I was worn out; it had been an extremely long and busy day. The emotional ups and downs had been intense. And to make matters worse, I hadn’t done any writing. I’d hear about it from my publisher, without any doubt. Her voice would probably be the one waking me up the next morning, shrill and angry, demanding to know who I thought I was and did I not have any appreciation for what she’s done for me. It was the same song every single time I missed my deadline. Which happened pretty much every single time I had a deadline. Yet, somehow, my books always ended up on the shelves on the exact day they were scheduled for release. Amazing how those things just happened. I suppose I worked best under pressure.
I let myself into my condo, tossed my purse onto the kitchen counter and made my way into my room. I needed to cleanse myself. I
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