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Lose yourself in Tristano Giordano III and Lay'Luna's Wickivoi sizzling romantic story in Stolen Moments.         

A sizzling affair to keep  the satin sheets  warm on the most coldest nights.                                                                                            

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The Previous Evening


Artesia strolled through the doors of La’Ferrie French restaurant. She waited to be seated by the maître d’.

“Such an injustice for a beautiful woman to be dining alone,” a deep baritone voice stated from behind.

Artesia smiled to herself, and pivoted to face her intrusion.

“Yes I agree.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

Not at all.

“That would be nice.”

“Welcome to La’Ferrie Restaurant, will you be dining....”

“No, the beautiful lady will be dining with me, Mr. Giordano.”

“Nice to have you back in our good graces Mr. Giordano. You and your lovely companion may follow me.”

Artesia arched her eyebrows of the formality between the two men.

Tristano gently clasped Artesia’s elbow and escorted her into the private dining room.

“We are not dining among the rest of the diners.”

“Privacy is a benefit of time.”

“Poetic words that drip with honey, uum, I like you already.”

“The moment I saw those long legs of your, I was way beyond the concept.”

Tristano pulled the chair out for Artesia.

“Thank you.”

“Thrill me later on.” He winked at her.

Artesia looked around. She must be on hidden camera; the man was certainly holding his own, and in his own right. She looked across the table at her dinner companion.

“Would you like something to drink before, your dinner Mr. Giordano?”

Tristano looked across the table. His eyes centered on the woman’s lips. His mind raced ahead of him. He cleared his throat.

“Your best bottle of Chardonnay.”

God, this man had a pair of beautiful dark-brown eyes. His velvety attributes peeked into the mirror of her soul. His clean-shaven olive-skinned tone complexion upheld a beacon nose, and a sculptured jaw line. His mouth was wide and offset a genuine smile, which showcased a perfect set of white teeth. The crop of tight curls plastered to his scalp, had a naturally sheen to them. The chiseled cleft in his chin held her attention.

She wondered what heritage his ancestry line originated from. Is it unacceptable to refer to a man as being picturesque?

Artesia glanced down at Tristano’s ringless left hand.

“Are you from around this area…?”

Artesia looked up.

“I’m sorry, my name is Artesia.”

“A very pretty name, for a very attractive woman.”

“If I thank you again, other then thrilling you, I’ll have to sustain you in bed longer.”

“And very quick with the tongue.”

“Very slow on any other occasion.”

Artesia winked at Tristano.

Tristano shifted in his seat.

The confined knot between his legs began too awaken.

The waiter returned carrying, a wine stand, and an ice-bucket. He positioned the stand near Tristano’s chair, and placed the ice-bucket on the cushioned top.

The waiter pirouetted the chilled bottled, uncorked it, and then lifted the bottle from out of its icy depth. He poured a generous amount of the clear liquid into Artesia wine glass, and then duplicated his action with Tristano’s wine glass. He placed the bottle back into the ice-bucket.


“Do you have any doubts I would not?”

The waited looked down at the perfect molding of Artesia’s breasts. He cleared his throat.

“No doubt Mr. Giordano.”

The waiter departed.

Artesia picked up her glass of wine.

“Shall we make a toast to endless possibilities?”

Tristano picked up his wine glass and clicked his against hers. He placed his glass back down and leaned over the table. He gently cupped her chin and kissed her lips.

“Yes endless possibilities.” He stroked her cheek and sat back in his chair.

Artesia took a sip of her wine.

Tristano lifted his glass, and took a sip. The smooth liquid galloped down his throat.

Artesia shifted in her seat. The lacy thong snuggled between her buttocks were dampening with each bated breath she took. She nervously took another sip of her wine, and repositioned the glass down on the tablecloth.

“Tell me about yourself, Artesia.”

The sound of her name rolling off his tongue populated her skin with Goosebumps.

“I am the mother of two boys, divorced, and I operate a small legal firm.”

“You’re an attorney.”

“Yes, criminal.”

Tristano lifted his glass of wine and took a sip. He set the glass back down and leaned back in his chair.

“What is your line of profession…?

“Pardon me, my name is Tristano Giordano the III, and I am the President of Giordano Accounting Firm.”


“Artesia, is Manhattan, New York your place of residence?”

“No, I’m from Vancouver, Canada; I’m here in town for the duration of the week.”

“Business or pleasure.”

She loved the sound of his voice as it dipped while addressing her.

“All business at those boring seminars, however, when the door closes, pleasure.”

Tristano nodded his head in agreement. His dick was pulsating from a lack of exposure.

“Are you married, Tristano?”

“No. You mentioned you have two sons.”

“Well actually, they’re not my biological sons. They are my two nephews who have been entrusted in my care.”

“How old are they?”

“Seventeen year old, twins.”


“You’re telling me.”

Artesia laughed.

“You have a nice smile.”

“Thank you.”

The waiter returned. He set both plates in front of the respective person. He turned and walked away.

Tristano and Artesia shared laughter during dinner. Each one shared tidbits relating to their lives, and profession.

“I cannot take another bite. “Artesia pressed her lips against the dinner napkin and set it near her plate.

“Would you like dessert?”

Artesia lifted from her chair, leaned over, and kissed Tristano on his lips.

“Yes, naked and lying on his back.” She stroked his cheek and sat back down.

“It’s comforting to know a woman, who is liberal with the sexual side of her nature. It keeps me wondering what she is capable of doing next.”

“Once you pay for dinner. I’m sure there are ways to find out.”




Tristano inserted his key-card inside the groove of the secured door lock. He quickly withdrew it and turned the door hand. He placed his key-card in the side pocket of his Armani suit jacket pocket and opened the door. He stood aside to permit Artesia’s entrance.

Artesia entered Tristano’s roof-top penthouse.

Tristano closed the door.

“Your penthouse is breathtaking.” Artesia glanced around in all direction. “And very spacious.” She noticed a white baby grand piano in the far corner of the vast living room. Her stilettos echoed on the Italian marble floor.

Tristano stood back and studied the ravishing creature that he planned to make love to throughout the night. He knew he would have her on her back, from the time he glanced down and was treated to two pair of long toned legs. The black skimpy dress she wore molded her voluptuous full-figured frame.

Artesia turned around.

Tristano leaned against the wall. His eyes never wavered.

“Come here.”

Artesia slowly walked up to where Tristano stood.

Tristano pulled Artesia into his arms. He obscured her lips in a hurry.

Artesia united her arms around Tristano’s neck and pressed her body closer against his. She reciprocated the hunger.

Tristano rested his head against Artesia’s forehead.

“I have to have you,” he whispered.

Artesia kissed Tristano on the neck. She inserted the tip of her tongue inside his ear canal. She wiggled her tongue inside, and then flicked her tongue over his earlobe.

“Oh God, what are you doing to me,” Tristano hoarsely moaned. He grouped Artesia’s derrière and grind his groin against her pelvis. He fixed kisses to the side of her neck; he dipped his knees and kissed her cleavage. His tongue sluggishly voyaged to a protruding breast nipple. Tristano cupped Artesia’s breast; he nibbled on the flourished nipple through the material of her dress.


Artesia threw her head back in undeniable sweet rapture.

Tristano picked Artesia up and carried her back to this bedroom suite. He laid her in the middle of the bed. He looked down at the bronze-skinned beauty.

Tristano kicked off his shoes and bent down to take off his socks. He removed his suit jacket followed by his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the button to his pants, and then unzipped them. He pulled down his pants and briefs in union.

Both items of clothing gathered at his ankles.

Artesia’s eyes magnified at the expansiveness of Tristano’s chest wall. Fine patches of chest hairs dominated his upper torso. His triceps and biceps were contoured with muscles of steel. Her pussy pulsated after her eyes drifted from his abdomen down to his groin region. Wow she thought! A lengthen oversized stretch of taut skin extended from a colony of black beads of hairs. a fatten helmet, ready to enter a game of hide-and-seek.


Artesia scooted to the edge of the bed and sat up. This part of her plan was getting out of-hand.

“I … I have to use the restroom.”

“It’s the door to your left. Would you something to drink?”


Artesia opened her legs. She pulled Tristano’s body between her thighs and wrapped her palm around his dick; she teased the helm with her tongue. She inched her head down and layered the rigid skin with a quick suckle. She inched back and kissed his lower stomach.

Tristano inched back. He bent his face downward and gently kissed Artesia on her lips.

Artesia placed both hands on the sides of Tristano's face, pulled his face closer, and intensified the kiss. She kissed his chin and sunk the tip of her tongue into his cleft.

Tristano kissed the side of Artesia’s temple. His dick was throbbing. He had to stop or surrender to pre-cumming.

“Why don’t you go and freshen up, why I pour us something to drink,” he whispered in her ear, and inched back.

“Okay,” Artesia replied.

Tristano stepped back.

Artesia stood.

“If you want to get comfortable, there is a robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door.”

“I will thank you.”

Artesia walked to the bathroom. Tristano walked out the bedroom. He made it over to the bar.

Artesia closed the door. She stood on her toes and glanced out the window. She was too many floors up to try to escape, and besides, she has not met her purpose. She pivoted to assess her reflection in the mirror. She unzipped her dress from the side.

The silken material slid down her legs.

Artesia stepped out of her dress. She reached down, picked it up, and laid it over the towel bar. She unstrapped her sandals and stepped out of them. She looked around the spacious bathroom.

The gold plated fixtures gave her an instant adrenaline rush.

Yes! She’s finally hit the jackpot. She knew the man had money to burn, or give away. She did not mind either way, as long as she was the lucky recipient.

Artesia walked over to a glass-encased shower. She slid the glass down back, entered, and closed it back. She turned the shower knob counterclockwise and adjusted the water setting. She stepped under the fine spray of water. The water shrouded her skin. She blindly reached out, and fumbled too locate the soap.

Artesia picked up the soap and slid it over her body. How the hell was she going to get out of this? The man was handsome, huge on the pockets, and packing some serious beef. She ducked her head under the nozzle.

Tristano stretched his neck to look down the short hallway. He placed both glasses of Cognac down on the bar and walked to the bathroom. He placed his ear against the door.


Tristano took a deep breath, and reached for the doorknob. He gradually twisted it, and entered. He almost choked on a lungful of steam. He scrutinized the definition of the word, perfection. He walked to the shower and slid the glass door back. Tristano stepped inside the shower and slid the door close. He enclosed Artesia’s waist from behind and kissed a wet shoulder blade.

“I thought you got lost.”

Artesia turned around in Tristano’s arms.

“At least I know I’m missed.”


Artesia stood on her toes and kissed Tristano's lips. Tristano linked his arms around Artesia’s waist. He descended his face and captured her lips.


Tristano’s lips followed the stream of water droplets rolling down Artesia’s chest. He kissed over the mound of one breast, and placed his hand over the other. He squeezed it and zoomed his mouth over the dark-brownish nipple.

Tristano grabbed Artesia’s hands, lifted them and stationed them against the cool tile. He nursed on one breast.

“Oh…,”Artesia whined. She closed her eyes, and fell into a vortex of his tongue angrily punishing her breast nipple. Artesia reopened her eyes. She kissed the top of Tristano’s head and suctioned her body into his.

Tristano’s tongue lapped at the droplets decorating Artesia’s skin. His impatient mouth found hers. He released her hands.

Artesia assembled her arms around Tristano’s neck. She felt the tip of his dick nudging against her downy hairs. She opened her legs.

Tristano’s dick slipped in between Artesia’s inner thighs.

Artesia kissed his neck; her tongue became lost in the fine hairs on his chest. She reached her hand down and squeezed his manhood. She palmed it, and centered it near the opening of her vaginal cave; she then wiggled it around the opening.

“Sweet...sweet mercy...”

Tristano threw his head back. The fine mist of water blanketed his skin. He lifted his head and looked down into her eyes. “I want you Artesia with a burning ne…”

Artesia smothered Tristano’s speech. She kissed his lips. His mouth greedily slid across his skin. The wet water droplets tidal waved into his mouth. Tristano lifted Artesia’s head. He kissed her; his tongue invaded the corridor of her mouth.

Each ones tongue fought for superiority.

Tristano lifted Artesia up.

Artesia wrapped her legs around Tristano’s back.

Tristano backed Artesia against the tile. He kissed her thoroughly, stealing her breath in the process. “I want, you.” He palmed his manhood. Fuck, no glove, usually means no love for him, but for the last breath in his body, his willpower to stop fled him the second, he touched her lips.


Tristano kissed Artesia. Artesia knotted her arms around Tristano’s neck, and kissed his shoulder blade.

Tristano inched his dick into the narrow opening of Artesia’s pussy.


Tristano squeezed Artesia’s buttocks and spaced them wider. He steadied his dick and guided it up into her pussy. “Art…” He rested his head on hers. He kissed her lips, while he snaked his manhood up into her womanhood even farther. He held her arms over her head. He licked, teased, suckled, and then nursed on one of her nipples.

“Oh Tristano I’m cum…,” Artesia whimpered.

Her body weakened at the admission. Her vaginal muscles crowned, escalated to a vibrating thump, and then relaxed. Her vaginal juices spurted. She bounced her pussy downward. “Ooh.”

Tristano pounded his dick upward.

“Oh…you have…”

Artesia shielded Tristano’s lips with hers. She held him around his neck tighter.

Tristano banged his dick, deeper. His dick was violently pulsating, on the verge of eruption. “Artesia…, I….I have to…” Tristano’s dick dug deeper, feeding the vaginal walls of Artesia’s wet pussy.

“Tristano.... I’m about…”

Tristano slammed Artesia’s pussy down on his dick harder.

The fine mist drenched their skin.

“Oh Tristano…” Artesia climaxed again. One of her legs slipped down.

Tristano’s quick hand caught it.

“You…, you want this dick huh… You like this cock inside that tight sweet pussy.”

“Yea…yes...Oh Tristano.”

Tristano slapped her buttocks and gyrated it on his dick harder. Her nibbled on her neck.

Artesia slammed her pussy down, answering his questions.

“Here…here it…shit.”

Tristano threw his head back in surrender. He held Artesia buttocks down on his groin. His ejaculation climbed out of him.

“Yes..., yes...bab…” His body spasm.

Artesia kissed Tristano. Her arms held him tighter while his body continued to convulse.

Tristano kissed Artesia’s lips. He kissed her eyes. “Shit this pussy is damn good, stay with me Artesia until your departure, please. I will provide all your essentials.”Tristano kissed Artesia lips again.

“I...” Artesia kissed Tristano’s forehead.” We will talk about it later.”

Tristano squeezed Artesia to his body.

“I take it, that’s an invitation to share my bed for the night.”

“I wouldn’t refuse.”

“You are very light.”

“And you are very tall.”

Artesia traced Tristano’s lips with her tongue. His eyes were so velvety; his strong arms felt like pillars of concrete supporting her.

Tristano glimpsed regret in Artesia’s eyes. He laid his forehead against hers.

“What’s wrong?”


“Are you hungry?”

“For your touch, I’m starved.”

Tristano inched back.

Artesia unwrapped her legs and slid down Tristano’s body.

“You play chess.”

“I’m quite good at it.”

“It appears you have met your match.”

“Bring it.”

“Consider it brought.”

Both laughed.

Tristano looked at Artesia. “You are very beautiful, even in your prune state of existence.”


“You are.”

“How about you finish washing up. In the meantime, I while rustle us up something to chow on.”

“That sounds like a plan to me.”

Tristano kissed Artesia on her lips.

“Oh...I meant...ah…, to ask you. You’re clean, correct.”

“Pardon me.”

“You know no sexual diseases.”

“Yes I’m very clean. How about my beautiful guest?”


“That’s a good start for us thus so far.”

“I agree, enjoy your shower.”

“I don’t know the best part of it is leaving.”

Artesia kissed Tristano on his chest, and gently swatted him on his gluteus. She slid the shower door back and stepped out. She slid the shower door close.

Artesia grabbed a white fluffy towel from off the towel bar, and wrapped it around her body; she knotted it and walked out the bathroom.


Tristano knotted a towel around his mid-section. He snatched another towel from off the bar and began to towel dry his hair.

He walked out the bathroom, and ventured into the living room. Artesia’s presence was not accounted for. He mounted three widen marble steps and peered into the dinning room

Tristano leaned against a stone pillar. He quietly watched Artesia singing aloud while setting the table. He looked down at her legs.

A loud whistle escaped his lips.

Artesia pivoted. She stepped away from the table.

“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed one of your shirts.”

“I think you look much better in an Armani shirt, than I.”

Artesia blushed.

“Dinner will be served in about ten minutes. The chess board is set near the fireplace, along with a bottle of wine.”

Tristano traveled deeper into the room. He lifted the towel from around his neck, and threw it over her head.

The towel enclosed her waist.

Tristano pulled Artesia’s body closer to his.

“Well now, we can always skip the food.”

Tristano smelled the side of Artesia’s neck, and then nudged it.

“After the meal, how about desert on my back.”

Tristano inched back.

“You and I are made for each.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Most certainly.”

“You may have a seat.”

Tristano pulled the chair out of Artesia.

Thank you.”

Artesia took a seat.

Tristano walked around the table, pulled out a chair, and sat.

The meal was eaten over a heavy conversation, plenty of laughs, and a quick sex interlude on the table.





The Following Morning


Artesia looked out the window.

The skyscrapers of Manhattan, New York held her interest.

The raindrops pelting against the window overwhelmed her senses.

‘We will meet again, so young and so beautiful’

She was fatigue with the whispering reassurance of a voice that she could not match with a face.

Artesia turned and walked back to her Queen Size bed. She sat upon it, relaxed her back against the brass headboard, and drew her knees up to her chest. She recalled the intimate encounter she experienced last night with a complete, yet handsome and virile stranger.

The sides of Artesia’s mouth turned up at the corners as she pondered the future possibilities to repeat such an inhibiting moment in time. She walked back over to the bed and got under the covers



Manhattan, New York


“Artesia,” Tristano groaned out, he jumped out of his sleep. He reached over for Artesia. His hand rested on an empty space. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. He looked down at the piece of paper lying on the pillow; he lifted the note and read it.

‘Tristano, thank you for an unforgettable night. In a woman’s life, the need to be wanted will always outweigh the need to be.



He wondered why she left before dawn.

Tristano turned the lamp back off and sunk back under the covers. He looked up at the ceiling. He pivoted to look at the bedside digital alarm clock. Where has time elapsed?

He looked over at the empty space once occupied by a very beautiful and sensuous woman.

‘I am eternally grateful to you for this one night.’ Tristano recalled Artesia’s last words before she climaxed uncontrollably over his dick. He could not fathom the sadness that larked behind such passionate tawny colored eyes. His hand crept under the array of bed-covers. He palmed his dick and instantly thought about Artesia’s smile, her cappuccino skin tone complexion, and suckling on her marble-sized breast nipples. He could still taste the sweet nectar of her pussy, and the smell of the expensive perfume reeking from her pores. His manhood honed in on his carnal feelings, and the absent of her affection. Tristano teased the tower of taut skin into an erection. He pumped his dick faster. His head depressed the pillow; his body chased after a euphoric conclusion. “Oh…shit... Artesia.” With one hand he yanked on his manhood, while the other danced across his lower abdomen.

Tristano threw his head back against the pillow.

The pearly white essence of his core spilled out and stormed down his fingers.

Tristano’s body quivered in the aftermath.

His emotions skyrocketed with a need with each lessened pulsate. He had to have the light skinned beauty one more time.

Tristano threw the covers back and rose from the bed. He walked inside the bathroom and closed the door. He slid the door back and stretched his arm inside the shower. He turned on both water-knobs and stepped into the shower. He slid the door close.




She laid her forehead against the cool glass panel. She inched back and drew a heart on the window. One more seminar, and then she will be on the next plane to Canada… ‘Stay with me Artesia until your departure, please’ Maybe she should have taken Tristano up on his offer to provide her shelter and food.

Artesia turned and walked over to her closet. She removed a silk black pantsuit, she bent down, and lifted a golden-pair of sandals.

She laid everything on the bed and moved to the bathroom.




Artesia looked at her reflection in the mirror. She coiled her curly shoulder length hair atop of her head and secured it with two rhinestone hairpins. She fingered curled the curly tendrils resting at her temples. She pivoted in the mirror. She knew she overdid it with the money she lifted when she purchased the expensive dress from Saks, but the attire complimented her curvaceous hips, rounded derrière, and a size C-cup breasts. She picked up a bottle of perfume, uncapped it, and sprayed the fine mist to both writs. She sat the perfume bottle back down and stood back. The gold-colored stilettos added an inch to her 5-foot-4 height. Maybe she might encounter a man who can make love to her while walking around a penthouse again. She got a flash of Tristano’s nude body.

Thank goodness, she excluded wearing a thong. Her pussy was staring to boil with the memory of the handsome man, who money she swindled.



Manhattan, New York


Tristano stood at the mirror and knotted his tie. He looked down at his Harry Winston watch. He was running late for his business meeting dinner. He walked to the bed, lifted his suit jacket, and slid into it. He walked around his king size bed to the other side. He looked over at the table; he then looked over at the dresser.

Tristano hurried to his walk-in-closet and entered. He dug inside the suit jacket pocket he wore the previous evening. His wallet was not in it. He rushed out of his closet, and walked over to the dresser. He slid the drawer out. His money clip was also gone. “Shit, that bitch, lifted my wallet! Fuck!” Tristano angrily pushed the dresser drawer in. “Good pussy, or not, that woman deserves to be placed behind bars…Criminal Attorney my dick!’ He rushed to the telephone, and picked up the receiver. He placed it up to his ear. This shit is all he needs before an important business meeting.

‘I am internal grateful to you for this one night.’ “I just best the fuck you were, you fucking cunning bitch,” Tristano yelled out.



Unrevised Edition

Copyright Kemy 2016





Immerse yourself in Hunter Silini  and Dr. Darla Cabana romantic story.

Whereas, the past has a way of catching you off guard, hopefully someone with strong arms will be there to catch you.

My Chocolate Sweet Valentine will be available through Amazon Kinlde /Paperback





Chapter One


Knee Deep Bar and Lounge

Mobile, Alabama


Valentine’s Day

“Trina, I told you, this bar and lounge may already be filled beyond capacity.”

“Well I refuse to drive three hundred and eight-five miles to Atlanta, Georgia.”

“So that you know, the drinks are on you tonight.”

“Maybe the first round.”

“Fair enough.”

Darla’s light-brown eyes surveyed the bar and lounge. “Ooh, I see a table in the back.”

Darla and her friend, Trina, squeezed through a path of congested patrons.

Darla placed her purse on the wooden surface of the bar table and pulled out a bar chair. She turned to face Trina. “I heard about…”

Her fingers were mashed against the back of the seat. She turned around. A man had taken up her seat. His friend claimed her friend’s chair.

Darla lifted her restricted hand. She tapped the gentleman on his shoulder.

Hunter pivoted his head.

“Excuse me, but this seat is already taken.”

“Yes, by me.”

“Technically, I had my hand on this chair.”

“Technically, we are not in grade school.”

“Come on Darla, I see another booth table.”

“Yes, some people do not know the meaning of chivalry.”

“Yes and some people do not know the meaning of, ‘I don’t give a damn.’

Darla’s eyebrows rose. The man was insufferable.

“Come on Darla.”

“Yes Darla, why don’t you listen to your friend?”

“Or else.”

Hunter’s walnut-colored eyes cruised over the sassy beauty’s physique.

“Since, I’m bigger than you; I will have you physically removed.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Trina pulled on Darla’s jacket sleeve.

“Let’s go.’

Darla flung Trina’s arm away.

“No, this…this bully needs to learn some manners.”

Hunter eased off the chair and stood.

Wow the man’s height place him well over six feet five inches. Darla had to bend her head back to meet his stern dark-drown eyes.

“You were saying.”

“I said you wouldn’t dare.”

Hunter had to give it to the woman; she did not back down an inch.

Hunter stepped closer. His chest mashed up against her soft breasts. Due to the limited space. Darla could not move backwards.

Hunter bent his knees to her eye level. “This is not the city, a woman knows her place.”

Darla thumbed her hips.

“And this is not the hicks; a man knows how to treat a lady.”

Hunter looked into Darla’s eyes. He looked at her facial features. He wondered was her flawless mocha skin tone smooth as it appeared.

“Hunter, this is not the time.”

“I think you need to listen to your friend, Hunter.”

Hunter looked at Darla’s glossed full lips. Stunning, smells very good, and light-brown eyes that weakened him the minute he gazed into them.

“I guess my cousin is more tolerant of rudeness then I.”

Hunter stepped back.

“Your chair awaits you.”

Darla stepped forward and inched passed Hunter. Her buttocks grazed his groin. She pivoted.

“Thank you.”

“If only I had more time,” Hunter added.

Hunter’s cousin eased off the bar-style chair.

Hunter turned toward Trina. “I wish you a nice evening.” He cut his eyes over in Darla’s direction. He looked down at her lips. “I would be rude, if I didn’t bid you a fair evening.”

“It appears you have a sense of humor.”

“Something you’re lacking.”

This man was not letting up she thought.

“Would this party be ordering a drink,” the barmaid interrupted.

Everyone eyes focused on the intrusion.

Darla flagged her hand in Hunter’s direction.

“These gentlemen were just leaving.”

Darla removed her leather jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

Hunter did not miss the outline of two perfectly molded breasts, a curvaceous figure, and shapely hips that he would kill for to hold against his palms. He noticed her arms were toned. He glanced down at a pair of shapely legs, stuffed into a pair of stilettos sandals. The woman even had nice looking polished toes he thought. An instant hard-on drowned his pants. Hunter cleared his throat. He looked at Darla’s lips again. Damn, what an attractive woman. He liked the way her dark-brown loose curls danced across her bare back when she rotated her head.

“On second thought, me and my cousin would be staying. Can I get two extra chairs over here?”


The barmaid left, and returned minutes later with two extra bar chairs.

“Wait you just….,” Darla slid in.

“What are you ladies drinking tonight?”

Darla’s outburst was ignored.

“You may bring me a glass of white wine,” Trina stated.

“And make that a separate order please,” Darla added.

Hunter and Darla’s eyes locked. Help his thoughts, but the woman’s lips were tempting and begging to be romanced.

“Darla, I have to use the ladies’ room, are you coming?”

“I have to wait for our drinks.”

“Which, you have not ordered.”

Hunter glanced over at Trina. “What would you like a drink Miss…?”

“Her name is Darla, and my name is Trina.” She extended her hand.

Hunter shook it.

“My name is Hunter, and this is my cousin, Matthew.”

“Nice to meet you both.”

“Likewise,” Matthew stated.

Hunter looked at Darla. “I guess it would too much, to introduce yourself personally.”

“It would be.”

Hunter arched his eyebrows at the woman’s shrewdness.

“Darla, I will be right back.”


“I can get my own drink, thanks anyhow Hunter.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Darla I have you.”

“Thank you.”

Trina strolled away from the table.

Hunter smiled at Trina’s departing form, which Darla happened to notice. Womanizer as always.

She glanced at his side profile.

The man is too handsome, too arrogant, and definitely full of himself she thought.

Darla positioned her person on the chair. She pivoted to face Hunter. Why is he staring at me like that she thought? Darla squirmed in her seat.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, just admiring the view.”

Darla cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry, my name is…”

“Darla…yes, I’ve heard.”

“Hunter, I see someone I know, I’ll holler at you in a minute.” Matthew stood, and walked away from the table.

Hunter rested his hand on the back of Darla’s chair. His fingers brushed her bare back. Very soft. He leaned over.

“You come here often.”

“No, you.”

“Yes, the beer is cheap.” He inched back and looked down at her lips. “And the women are food to the eyes.”

The barmaid walked back to the table. She placed Darla’s glass of wine in front of her, and a glass of white wine in front of Trina’s bar-chair. She placed a glass of beer in front of Hunter, and then one in front of Matthew’s chair.

“Would anyone be ordering any appetizers?”

“I’m fine.”

“Nothing for me,” Hunter threw out.

Darla reached for her purse.

Hunter covered her palm and stroked the top. Darla looked up at Hunter, she swindled her palm back.

“I have this.”


He already handed the barmaid a twenty dollar bill. She promptly handed him his change and walked away.

“Thank you.”

Darla smiled.

“You should smile more often.”

“I have my moments.”

“I’m sure you do.”

Hunter pulled the chair up and sat on it. He rested his robust thigh against Darla’s thigh. She moved her thigh over. Hunter’s thigh naturally followed.

Darla gasped, which Hunter caught. He was having fun at the woman’s discomfort.

He picked up a few beer nuts and hoarded them down his throat. He wiped one hand off with the other, picked up his glass of beer, and took a swing.

Darla looked on. She sympathized with the handle of the beer glass, the man’s hands were enormous, and his knuckles were slightly calloused. She waned to push the fallen strand back that seemed to have lapped onto his forehead.

Hunter placed the glass of beer back down on the table, he turned to face her.

Darla looked down at Hunter’s hands, and then up at the width of his muscular chest.

“Not meaning to pry, but what is a woman doing in a five and dime bar, I took you for one of those glitzy places, you know the establishments that serves a glass of wine from out of a Crystal glass.”

“Everywhere we went was full. I assume it has something to do with the Farmers Convention, Farmers.”

“What about Farmers?”

“I could never handle the concept of anyone getting up at the crack of dawn, milking cows, throwing hay all day, riding…”

“Farmers are an integral part of society.”

“I am aware of this; I just would do not want to be one.”

“Your opinion is bias, and does not lack merit.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“You are a city slicker out of touch with the real world, and too stubborn to…”

“I …”

Trina returned. She took a seat at the table.

“I see you two have been getting along.”

Hunter mumbled something under his breath.

“Trina, are you ready to leave.”

“After I’ve finished my glass of wine, and take into consideration you have not touched yours.”

Darla picked up her glass of wine and took a sip.

A female walked up to their table.

“Hi Hunter, I thought that was you.”

Hunter swiveled his chair.

“Hey gorgeous.” The woman leaned over and planted a slow kiss on his lips. She retracted her face. “Just like I remember, very good.”

Hunter looked at Darla and Trina. He cleared his throat.

“Marcie, this is Trina, and…and …what’s your name again.”

“Hi, I’m Darla.”

“Nice meeting you two. Hunter will you honor me with a dance.”

“I can’t, I promised Darla the next dance.”


Hunter stepped off his bar chair, and grabbed Darla’s hand.

Darla stepped down off the chair with Hunter’s assistance. He ushered her to the center of the dance floor.

“How dare you involve me in your personal affairs? I will not be treated like one of your… your floozy.”

Hunter circled Darla’s waist, and pulled her against the stature of his hard body.

“No love lost then, now relax and place your arms around my neck.”

“I would do no such thing.”

Hunter pulled Darla even closer.

“If you don’t, I will.”

Darla linked her arms around Hunter’s neck.


He palmed her hips and inched her closer.

“For now.”

Hunter kissed Darla’s temple.

“Stop that.”

“I would sound presumptions if I say the lips come next.”

Darla inched backwards. Hunter pulled her forward.

“I don’t care for your city slick attitude, but I must add, you are a very, and I mean a very beautiful and sexy African American woman.”

“Coming from a very.., and I mean very rude Caucasian man, thank you.”

“Correction, an Italian gentleman.”

“The gentleman part remains to be seen.”

Hunter’s palms spiraled up and down Darla’s back.

Oh such wonderful hands.

“Your world, I bet consisted of nannies, butlers, fine cars, mansions, and imported caviar.”

“Let me guess, yours didn’t.”

Hunter inched back.

“No hard work and dedication made me the man I am.”

She like the results of muscled arms cocooning her pressure. A hard body to lean against. His cologne had a refreshing smell that lingered under her nostrils. Please tell her that’s his wallet pressing against her pelvis. For clarification she secretly inched closer. Umm what a nice package.

“Your perfume smells very good on you.”

Darla looked up as Hunter descended his face.

“Thank you.”

He looked at her lips, just go for it.

The song came to an end. Hunter did not want to disengage, she was out of his lead, but he liked her, she was a considered a plastic member of society, all the things he despised, but yet he desired her. He declined his head. Darla inched back.

“I think you can let me go now.”

Hunter leaned down, and whispered in her ear, “Do you really want me too.”

His hot breath tickled her ear.

No you can hold me all night long she thought.

“Yes, I have an earlier morning lecture.”

“Just when I was starting to like you.”

“Is it me, or the city slicker?”

“Hunter, I think the next dance belongs to me.”

Darla stepped back. She looked up into Hunter’s dark-brown colored eyes.

“Thanks for the dance, Hunter.”

Darla looked over at Marcia, and turned; she walked back to her table.

“Marcia, I have to call it a night. I have a convention that I have to speak at tomorrow.”

“Hunter, I have not seen you in three months, and every time you visit these parts, you are always on the go.”

“I’m sorry, the next time I’m in Alabama…” Hunter looked over Marcia’s shoulder; he watched Darla put back on her jacket, and then both women walk away from the table to the exit door.


“Marcia, I’ll catch up with you later.”

Hunter walked over to the exit door.

“I wanted to tell you ladies to have a great evening.” Hunter eyes never wavered from Darla’s eyes.

Trina looked from one to the other.

“I will bring the car around.”

Darla looked at Trina.

“All right.”

Trina walked away from the two.

“I heard you mention that you have an engagement to attend.”

“I see you listen very well.”

“Only to people who interests me.”

“Well yes, however, this city slicker needs her beauty sleep.”

“Not from my standpoint.”

Darla smiled.

“Nice set of teeth.”

“I will make sure that I compliment my dentist. Have a nice evening.”

Hunter grabbed a hold of Darla’s hand.

“Hold up. I’m in town for the duration of the week. Could I buy you dinner, or a glass of white wine?”

“I’m sorry, I am only in town for a speaking engagement, and then I’m on the next plane home.”

“To where?”


“I own... My cousin has property in them parts. Do you mind if I’m ever there, I visit you.”

“You are very persistent I see.”

“Only for a beautiful woman, I’m interested in knowing.”

“Ooh you’re good.”

“So I’ve been told.”

I just bet you are.

“Time will tell.”

“Does this mean, yes.”

“I think you are handsome.” Darla’s eyes dropped down to the front of Hunter’s trouser. “And may be good under the covers, but I usually don’t date...”

“Outside of your race,” Hunter finished.

“Something of that nature.”

“If you haven’t noticed this is the twentieth century.”

“I am aware of that, however, I still stand by my convictions. Have a nice evening, Hunter.” Darla walked away.

“Yeah Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.”

Hunter walked back to his table. He looked at the exit door. “Damn.”

Matthew returned to the table.

“What, you scared the ladies away.”

“No they went willing, and I’m ready to bounce.”



The Next Day


Darla walked around her hotel suite, practicing the lecture aloud she was due deliver to a room full of, Farmers, Agriculturists, Farming Machinery merchants, and Geologists on the dynamics of using solar panel, and the green effect and its benefits for crop production.

Only in a beautiful woman, I’m interested in knowing.”

Darla smiled at the Hunter’s flattery remarks.

Her telephone rang. Darla placed her index cards down on the dresser and walked over to the lamp stand. She picked up the telephone receiver.

“This is Dr. Cabaña.”

“Yes, Dr. Cabaña, this is your courtesy wake up call.”

Darla looked down at the clock.

“Thank you.”

She replaced the receiver on the cradle.




Hunter lifted his cup of coffee and took a sip. He placed the cup back down on the saucer. His thoughts strayed to the woman who he would have loved to entertain through the night. African American woman or not, she was definitely worth the time, and it would not be the first time he’s crossed the line of the racial barrier. He took a deep breath. The bum deal his fiancée did on him, advised him to play it safe and find an Italian woman to settle down with, and possibly marry. He picked up the newspaper and glanced over the headlines of the morning newspaper.

Farming, methods are not beneficial to our ozone, or the ecological system of today, meet and greet author, Dr. Darla Cabaña, renowned Harvard graduate, Epidemiologist Ecologist, Biochemist, , and a professor of Agricultural Studies at Miami University, for a lecture and open discussion.” Hunter peered closer at the picture. “I be damn, a doctor, and what does she mean, ‘farming methods are not beneficial’ Where the hell is this lecture!” Hunter scanned the article. “The Hilton Grand Hotel this morning, a reception immediately following.”

He slammed the newspaper down on the table.

“Yeah, I’ll be there all right, farmers are damaging the ozone my ass.” Hunter stood and rushed to the bathroom.




“Darla, as your Publicist and best friend, I say keep your lecture short and simple, you are scheduled for an hour to sign your book, and then meet and greet your congregation for cocktails following.”

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure, you have that flustered facial look.”

“Remember, I’m speaking in a room full of hard working American Farmers.”

“Hurt them with your knowledge.”

“I’ll try, oh, is my PowerPoint presentation ready for viewing.”

“The only thing missing is you.”

Darla took a deep breath.

“You have lectured in front of a study group, college students, and have been given credit for your agricultural field expertise, worked for Center for Disease Control and Prevention, and are in the process of working on a breakthrough Cardiac drug, you can do this.”

“I know, still the butterflies continue to dance.”

“Dance with them.”

“Then I’m ready.”

Darla and Trina entered the backstage entrance door.


“Hunter is you sure about this. Who gives a fuck about what anyone says about farming? The shit pays the bills.”

“Man, that’s not the point. Miss. High and Mighty needs to see how it feels to be placed on the spot.”

“Hunter man, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

He turned to face his cousin

“Am I.”

“You left a lecture to quarrel with a beautiful female, and a doctor at that, about some dumb shit that you know would not bother you on any given day.”

Hunter slicked his hand back through a jet-black shag.

“Dammit, it’s the principal?” Are you with me or not.”

Matthew looked around at the convention goers floating inside the ballroom.

“I’m in.”

Hunter and Matthew entered the ballroom. Hunter took a seat in the back row. He looked over at the news Camera Technician.

“Good, the press is here.”

“Hunter, do not involve me in this crazy shit of yours.”

“Man, just shut the fuck up, and go along with the program.”

The lights dimmed.

Someone closed the door.

Trina walked on stage.

Matthew poked Hunter in his ribs.

“Everyone thank you for attending the Farmer’s Almanac Convention. We’ve had some interesting speakers in various field of studies, informative merchants, and some hands on demonstration. Now comes the best, and the last. Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, I would like to introduce Dr. Darla Cabaña, PHD, a graduated of Harvard, an Epidemiologist, Biochemist, Ecologist, and a field of knowledge in agricultural, who I might add, is braving the way for a new drug to meet the FDA approval for clinical trails.”

“Agricultural my big toe,” Hunter mumbled under his breath.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Dr. Darla Cabaña, following her lecture she will be available to sign her latest copy, A Field of Dreams.”

Everyone clapped. Hunter folded his arms over his chest.

Darla walked onto the stage. She hugged her friend.

“Tell it like it is.”


Darla strolled across the stage. Hunter had to sit up to look over several peoples’ head, or around the seated population, who stood, to take a picture.

“Thank you everyone for coming out to hear me speak, or for some who only wanted the free appetizers and cocktails.”

Everyone laughed.

“Whatever your reason is, thank you sincerely.”

She was too damn pretty to be a doctor Hunter thought.

“For those who have not been introduced to me, or vice versa, my name is Dr. Cabaña, and my lecture is based upon a world without its ecological systems, the ozone depletion of providing its outer shield to protect human mankind, or the consequences that our neighboring farmers create, which is unintentionally. I am here to equip each and every one of you how to safely grow your crops, and defer you from not respecting the green effect.”

Darla turned on her PowerPoint projector, picked up the pointer device, and started her presentation. She talked and theorized her conclusion when she heard gaps of surprise.

Hunter could do nothing but scratch his head, some of her topics were mind boggling, and conscientious to think about.

Darla turned off the Power Point projector. Trina flipped up the light switch. Darla blinked her eyes; she placed the flash device on the podium. She lifted a glass, took a sip of water, and placed it back on the bottom shelf of the podium.

“Are there any questions?”

Several people stood.

Darla answered a barrage of questions.

“Are there any more questions.”

Silence echoed. “Very well then, and I must thank everyone for coming out. Any questions or information not covered concerning agricultural, or crop production could be found in my book.”

Everyone clapped.

“Feel free to enjoy the refreshments, and I will meet everyone in the ballroom.” Darla looked down and accumulated her index cards.

Hunter stood.

“Man sit down.”

“Yes, I have one for the doctor.”

Darla looked up; she placed her hand over her eyes to block out the ceiling lights.


“What do you have against farming, or farmers? You stand up there offering hocus pocus solutions to today’s economical problems facing farmers, yet, you have no concrete scientific facts that any of your means of rhetoric bullshit even works, no statistics that has worked, or for that matter, if anyone even cares.”

The camera zoomed on Darla.

Trina covered her mouth in astonishment.

Darla picked up her glass of water and took another sip. She placed her glass down on the podium.

“Can the person, whom I am addressing step forward please.”

Hunter looked down at Matthew.

“You’ve done it now.”

“I got this.”

Hunter stepped sideways, and stepped in the middle of the aisle.

“I have never had an unwilling student, who cannot comprehend the dedication of hard work in a while; however, I will make this simple for some of us who seem to disrupt the classroom.”

Everyone laughed.

Hunter looked around the seated patrons.

“Your name sir.”

“Which is irrelevant at the moment?”

Darla walked across the stage. She dismounted the five steps. Everyone eyes followed her movements down the aisle.

Hunter eyes roamed over Darla’s body as she approached. The white strapless silk dress she had on contoured her body in exquisite taste. Minus a bra, her breast nipples lazily rested against the soft material. Her hair was pinned up, displaying her slender neck. He looked down. Her long legs were smooth, and the gold anklet draped around her ankle, made him realize the aura of her femininity was potent to his well-being.

Give him strength; his need to have her consumed him.

As Darla made out the person awaiting her presence, her mouth widened in surprise, displeasure, and then, anger.

No his arrogant ass did not disrupt my lecture for his bravado bullshit.

Hunter noticed the defiance in Darla’s eyes.

“Well we meet again.”

“It seems so.”

Trina walked up to Darla. She handed her a microphone.

Darla placed the microphone up to her mouth

“Whoever you are, my information provided through all my lectures, is not based upon theories, but on hard facts, and years of back-breaking research.”

“So you’re telling most of the farmers in here, to cease and exit using a well, and integrate an irritation system to help the environment? And what is this go green philosophy?”

“Yes, it’s economical, and it actually does not drain on the water supple. Rather you are aware of it, California water supply is draining, therefore, a good irrigation system would assist in proper crop maintenance, in addition, going green, means reuse, as in recycle. Go paperless if you must, or can afford too.”

“And the new cattle, you state are Bisons.”

“Only, and I state only, if that is your preference. It’s leaner in consumption, and the residue of undigested red meat does not remain in the bowel after five years, as with some other livestock meat.”

Hunter crossed his hands over his arms.

Trina turned toward the crowd.

“Appetizers are now being served in the reception hall, and please stick around to sign the latest copy of Dr. Cabaña’s book.

Everyone seated rose; all eyes strayed over in Hunter and Darla’s direction.

“Thank you Trina.” Darla handed her back the microphone.

Trina covered the head of the microphone. “I don’t know what is going on between you two, but make love, not war.”

Hunter looked at Darla’s lips.

“I never cared for the city life.”

Hunter turned and walked away.

He looked down and then looked around the Ballroom; he wondered did anyone notice he had a fucking hard-on.

Darla looked at Hunter’s back.

The man was bull-head, arrogant, and handsome in his double-breasted blue suit. She turned and walked back to the podium. She looked back at the door. Hunter’s eyes found hers. He turned around, he and Matthew walked out the Ballroom.

Darla walked back to the stage, she mounted the steps. She walked over to the podium.

As usually, someone left her a red long stem rose. She picked up the card, opened it, and read it along.

Nice lecture and I love the legs, you are so beautiful.” Darla looked around the Ballroom.

Trina walked up to Darla’s turned back.

“What do we have here?”

Darla turned toward Trina.

“I thought you said this event was secured.”

“It is. I even had security to check your hotel suite, and mine for extra measure.”

“Then what do you call this.”

“A sick psycho”

Trina removed the card and rose from out of Darla’s hand; she placed it on the lower shelf under the podium.

“Are you ready to greet your fans?”

“You mean I have fans.”

“Come on silly.”

“What’s wrong with this guy, the man has been riding my ass since we met.”

“From the way he stares at you, I’m sure he will like to ride the other hole.”

“You are…”

“Shh, just don’t tell my husband.”

Both women laughed.


Hunter glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Man, you ready to go.”

Hunter turned around.

“Aah, I might stick around for a couple of minutes.” He looked over at the Ballroom door. “I need to speak with Darla.”

“After that stunt, I would not be surprised if she slaps your face.”

Hunter looked over at Darla as she took a seat to sign a stacked copy of her book. He looked around, no one seem to be bothered about his stupid outburst.

“Let me go over and...”

“Buy a book.”

“It may come in handy.”

“Yeah, hopefully she doesn’t throw it at you.”

Hunter already walked away from his cousin.


“Thank you for purchasing my book.”

“You’re welcome.” The woman stepped out of line.

“Could you make this book out to the love of my life?”

Darla looked up.

“Should I write that as an inscription?”

The man leaned over.

“You tell me Dr. Cabaña.”

He held her eyes.

Darla cleared her throat. She leaned down and signed the book. She looked up. “Here you….”

Her eyes clashed into Hunter’s eyes.

Hunter took the book out of Darla’s hand, and handed it to the man standing next to him. The man stepped in front of Hunter.

“Dr. Cabaña, where does your book tour take you next?”

“Actually, this is my last tour. I will host a final reception in Miami.”

“So there’s no chance of me seeing that beautiful smile and those long legs of yours again.”

“Yes, wrapped around my back, next,” Hunter hissed behind the man’s head.

The man turned and looked at Hunter.

“Pardon me.”

“The lady’s time is occupied, as you can see.”

“For a loud mouth, disruptive ass, I doubt it.”

Hunter moved forward. The man held his stance.

“Would you like to take this outside?”

“If need be.”

“Gentlemen, with all due respect. I have patrons waiting in line,” Darla whispered, she smiled for the crowd.

“Dr. Cabaña, we will meet again, whereas, your lap dog is not watching.”

The man turned and strolled away. He bumped Hunter’s shoulder in the process

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Rescuing you.”

“I can…”

“That was a nice lecture Dr. Cabaña, I own a spread in Montana, and I must say, the irrigation my husband installed helped, it’s a bonus when saturating our crops.”

“Thank you.”

Hunter walked around the table, and took the empty seat next to Darla.

The woman looked at Darla. “Youngman, I think you owe Dr. Cabana, a heart filled apology.”

Hunter looked over at Darla.

“I certainly agree ma’am.”

“Can we talk Darla?”

Darla pivoted to face Hunter

“As you can see, I’m in the midst of signing books.”

“Please, this is very important.”

Darla looked around the Ballroom.


Trina walked over to Darla’s table.

“I need a break; I will sign the remaining books in ten minutes.”

“All right.”

Darla stood and walked around the table. Hunter stood and met her.

“We can talk in the Ballroom.”

Hunter grabbed Darla’s hand.

“I’m over twenty-one; I think I can walk unattended.”

“I like the way your skin feels.” Hunter gently squeezed her hand.

“I wonder how my palm would feel against your cheek.”

“Which one?”

Darla smiled; the man never missed a beat with his tongue.

Hunter opened the door for Darla and stepped back.

“And I thought you didn’t know the definition of chivalry.”

“Only when it matters, and at the time, you matter.”

Darla turned to face Hunter.

“Oh now I matter, twenty minutes ago, you disrupted my lecture, stated my lecture was based on hocus pocus theories, and I’m full of shit.”

Darla turned and walked away from Hunter. She mounted the steps to the stage.

“Hunter, when I’m up here, the information that I provide in my lectures is based on solid facts. Do you really think I would risk my profession as a PHD scholar, and my credibility with hocus pocus trickery.”

Hunter looked at Darla. He walked to the stage and mounted the steps. He planted his presence in front of her.

“I apologize; I did not mean to offend you. I must admit, some of your farming methods are worth exploring.”

“I guess you learn something new from a city slicker.”

“I have a proposition for you.”

Darla crossed her arms over her chest.

“Hear me out first. I would even pay you.”

“I hope this does not entitle me lying on my back.”

“That will come naturally.” Darla arched her eyebrows at his self-assurance.

“I will like to employ your services. I own two ranches in the Florida area. The concept of irrigation sounds promising. I have no well; however, that is where your expertise comes into play.”

“To sample the land, the structure, and then implant an underground irrigation system, I have to advise you, the process could take well over three months, and being under your rule of thumb for such a lengthy duration, is questionable.”

Hunter crossed his arms over the width of his chest.

“You would defame your profession, and you’re creditably for… for.”

“Yes, I would for... for.”

Both laughed.

The lights went out.


Darla reached out.

Hunter wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his body

“Darn it, I can’t see a thing.”

“Baby, hold on me tight, I will back up step-by-step, and do not let go.”

“Be careful.”

“You are not getting rid of me that fast.”

Hunter backed up an inch, Every now and then he had to stop and assess his backward progress. Darla held onto his waist. She made several excuses to lean against his chest.

Hunter and Darla made their way down the aisle.

“Are you still with me?”

Darla squeezed one of Hunter’s buttock cheeks.

“Yes, and if you get out of line with me again, then I’ll smack the facial one.”

Hunter laughed.

She enjoyed his throaty laugh.

Hunter’s back finally braced the door.

“Have dinner with me tonight Darla.”

“No thank you.”

“If not for the company, for at least saving you.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“So you’ll have dinner with me tonight.”


“Thank you for rescuing me.”

Darla leaned on her toes; she slid her hand over Hunter’s face. She leaned up and kissed his chin.

Hunter bent his face. His lips landed on hers.

Darla inched back. Hunter pulled her closer, and submerged his emotions in the kiss.

Darla wrapped her arms around Hunter’s neck. She allowed herself to be inundating in her submission.

Hunter’s tongue slivered inside Darla’s mouth.

“Uumm,” two voices moaned as one.

Hunter kissed Darla’s shoulder blade. He dipped his knees and kissed a breast nipple through the material of her dress. He squeezed her derrière.

“Oh Hunter…”

Hunter’s tongue journeyed up her cleavage. He kissed the side of her neck, and traveled the tip of his tongue to her earlobe “This is only the beginning, city slicker,” he whispered in her ear. He kissed her earlobe.

Darla opened her eyes.

“I…I’m sorry.” She spaced her face.

Hunter reached behind himself and pushed the door bar down. He bumped the door open with back.

Hunter grabbed Darla’s hands, both walked out.

“There you are I have been looking all over for you.”

Hunter dropped his hand from Darla’s hand. She never knew a quiet act could weigh so much.

“I will leave you ladies to talk.” Hunter looked at Darla’s lips. Wow, he would make sure she agrees to his proposal. “Tonight.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What time should I come and pick you up.”

“Oh, I’m staying in suite 709, surprise me anytime after six.”

Hunter blushed. His smile was devastating not to forget his dominating mouth, and intoxicating lips, the whole masculine package counseled her to tread carefully.

Oh you’re good.”

So I’ve been told.”

“Darla, are you all right.”

Darla touched her lips. Hunter winked at her.

“I will see you this evening Dr. Cabaña.”

Hunter walked away.

“That was a quick change of heart.”

“Not a bad change, I must say.” Darla turned toward Trina. She grabbed her hand and ushered her to the corner of the reception hall. She dropped her hand.

“What is it?”

“Trina, I know those lights were deliberately turned off., and when Hunter and I were talking in the Ballroom. I could have sworn I heard someone moving behind the stage.”

“I told you to hire a full-time bodyguard.”

“I could only imagine what that would do for my image.”

“At least you would be safe.”

“I’ll think about, hey, do you mind, if I cancel out on you tonight, I have a handsome gentleman, who, I will love to make eat his words.”

“I’ve seen that look before.”

“Then you know what I have in store.”

“The poor man would not know what hit him.”


Darla and Trina walked back over the book signing table.




Hunter knotted his black tie. He walked over to the bed and lifted his black Armani suit jacket, he slid into it. He walked over to the mirror and lifted his wallet. He placed it inside his back pants pocket. Someone knocked on the door. Hunter exited the bedroom; he walked to the door and opened it.

“I thought you could use the company.”

“Marcia, how did….”

“This suite use to be our love nest, remember.”

Marcia strolled into Hunter’s suite.

Hunter closed the door.

“I was on my way out the door.”

“I have this vintage bottle of wine, which I do not want to drink alone.”

“I think that was one of the reasons, we parted as friend.”

“And I thought it was because I upped and married someone else.”

“Marcia, let’s quit the bullshit. What is it that you want?”

Marcia walked up to Hunter. She placed her palms on his chest. “You. I should have never let you get away.”

Hunter removed Marcia’s palms.

“Time heals all wounds, and emotions.” Hunter looked down at his Harry Winston timepiece. “If you don’t mind, I have a dinner engagement.”

“Are you running to that…that black woman?”

“With both feet.”

Hunter walked to the door and opened it.

“Take care, and say hello to your spouse.”

“Fuck you Hunter.”

“I will make sure I tell Dr. Cabaña to stand in on your behalf.”

“You will be back, they always do.”

Marcia exited Hunter’s suite. Hunter slammed the door close.




Darla stood back and admired her reflection in the mirror. She pulled the strapless dress down and squeezed her breasts together. She laughed at her nipple cream which had her nipples dancing like soft marbles against the material of the silk red dress. She picked up the brush and brushed her curls one last time. She flipped her head forward and then backwards. Her curls shrouded her shoulder. She molded the material to her hips.

Darla picked up her glossed lipstick, uncapped it, and rolled it over her lips. She smacked her lips together. She placed the top back on the tube of lipstick and set it on the dresser. She pivoted to look at her backside. “Everything looks tempting to me.” She stood back, lifted her dress, and pulled her thong down her legs. She placed it on top of the dresser. She pivoted to get a better view. “Oh yes even better.” The effect of her prompt decision drew the eyes to her apple-shaped derrière.

Darla uncapped a body of lotion and read the name. “Dragon Fire, as much money I paid for this stuff, this concoction better work.” She smelled the odorless shimmering body lotion, which was masked as a magnetic aphrodisiac aroma to the opposite sex. She rubbed some over her shoulder blades, down her arms; she lifted her dress, and then rubbed some over her lower abdomen. She recapped the top and placed the bottle down on the dresser.

Her body instantly tingled. She fanned herself. “Whew, maybe I should have used a small amount.” Her genitals began to violently pulsate. “Dammit!” Darla ran to the bathroom

When she entered the pulsating stop, her skin felt light, her head felt weightless. Her body felt, she could not describe the feeling. She looked in the mirror. Her skin had a glow to it.

Darla looked down at her Cartier.

She walked out the bathroom, over to the dresser, and picked up her clutch purse from of the dresser. Why did she feel as if she was walking, yet someone was carrying her weight?

She looked down at her red Minloa Blanik stilettos.

Someone knocked on the door.

Darla walked over to the door and opened it. No one was there. She took a step forward to look out into the corridor. Her foot encountered a bouquet of plastic covered roses. Darla took a deep breath and bent over to lift the roses from off the carpet; she removed the attached card, and placed the roses back down. She opened the envelope, and slid the small card out.

I’m in love with, don’t break my heart.”

Darla looked up and down the quiet corridor. She noticed the word, don’t was written in bold and large lettering. “This was funny six months ago.” Now the thought frightened her that someone knows where her hotel suite is located. “Damn, I knew I should have checked out. What a woman would not do to please a man.”

Darla picked up the bouquet of roses. She pulled the door close and walked in the direction of the elevators. She waited for Hunter near the elevators.


The elevator doors open.

Irvin’s head was bent reading his newspaper. He looked up.

“Hey, you…you are Dr. Cabaña, I saw you on television and have sat in on several of your lectures.” He looked at her breasts. “Hi, my name is….Scotty.”

Darla smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you, Scotty.”


Irvin stepped off the elevator before the door trapped his presence.

“I liked the speech you gave at Harvard.”

Irvin’s eyes waddled over Darla’s hips. Damn the woman was still an attractive African American sista, fuck he wanted to sink his dick inside her.

“I’m sorry; I should have held the elevator doors open.”

“I’m fine, I’m waiting on someone.”

“Out here.”


Irvin’s eyes looked from the right to the left. “Well, I could at least keep you company, until your company arrives.”

“Thank you.”

“So are you really a doctor?”

Darla looked up into a pair of dark-brown eyes. His rugged cappuccino skin-tone complimented a five o’clock shadow, and a pair of dreamy-set eyes. The small diamond stud embedded in his ear was acceptable by her standards.

“Yes, I am really a Scientist with PHD in various fields of interest.” Darla caressed his face.

Irvin turned his cheek into her palm, and kissed it.

Darla looked at his jawbone, and then up into his eyes. “Have we met before, your face seems awfully familiar.”

“I would love for you to have remembered me.”

Irvin moved closer. His eyes caressed her skin.

“Nice flowers.”

“Would you like them?”

“Flowers from a sista, this must be my lucky day.”

“Consider it is.”

Darla handed the men her bouquet of roses.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Irvin ran his finger down Darla’s arm.

“You’re so beautiful just to look at, and an intelligent woman’s mind has always been a turn on for me.’

“I think I would be all right to wait alone.” She glanced down at her watch. “My company will be arriving very soon.”

Irvin bent over and stole a kiss.

“What the…”

“You smell good; look good, God, I still want you.”

Darla’s genitals started pulsating uncontrollably. She relaxed her body. The man’s lips were familiar, gentle on hers, yet encouraging.

“One of these days, there will be more than stolen moments. Dr. Cabaña, My heart aches for you unconditionally,” Irvin mumbled against her lips.

Those words were an excuse for her lips to cling onto his.

Irvin palmed the back of Darla’s head, drew her face forward, and deepened the kiss. He whispered against her lips, “Oh you still taste so good.” He grouped her buttocks.

Darla continued to allow the stranger to feel and tease her most intimate parts. In as much, the feeling overwhelmed her body, and the feeling behind her participation was pure pleasure.

“Come to my hotel suite. Let me make love to you how I’ve always envisioned.”

Irvin nipped at one of Darla’s breasts.


Irvin lifted Darla off her feet and carried her down the hall to his hotel suite. He fumbled to get the hotel card from out of his back pants pocket. He opened the door, carried her into his hotel suite, and kicked the door close. He settled her presence.

Darla dropped her purse on the carpet and grabbed Irvin by the back of his head. She kissed him without any regards.

Irvin dropped the bouquet of roses; he backed Darla up against the wall. He knelt on his knees and lifted her dress. He kissed her downy hairs. “Oh God, you taste so good.” He palmed her buttocks and thrust her pelvis to his face. Irvin dipped his face. His tongue swarmed inside her wet pussy.

“Oh…” She closed her eyes to the blissfulness.

Her body was numb, on fire, and her pussy thumped beyond exploding. She had to climax.

Irvin’s tongue drove deeper. “Oh baby, I love you.” He stood and lifted Darla; he lowered her to the carpet. He lifted her dress, opened her legs, and bent his head down. He kissed her clitoris, and staggered his tongue through her downy hairs. He palmed her buttocks and lifted her pelvis. Irvin’s’ tongue slivered in and out, and then around the perimeter of Darla’s pussy.


He squeezed her buttocks harder, and scaled his tongue deeper.

“I need to cum.”

Irvin’s tongue diminished the attack to her clitoris. He kissed her lower stomach, he kissed around her naval. He raised her dress higher, and suckled her nipple.

Oh sweet Jesus, she was drowning in the euphoric feeling. Irvin lifted his head, he kissed her neck.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I...” This felt so good for all the wrong reasons. Her body felt disorganized. Her pussy needed completion.

Irvin sealed his lips on hers. Darla’s opened her legs for a silent invitation. He did not have a condom, but how many times does a man have the opportunity to make love to a woman who he was still in love with.

Irvin unzipped his pants and fished inside his boxer shorts. He fumbled to take out his erect dick.

Darla moved his hand aside, and palmed his dick. She guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Irvin thrust his groin forward.

“Oh this…you feel good,” Irvin breathlessly let out. He palmed the carpet, and stabbed his manhood inside of her. “Oh shit.” He leaned down and kissed her.

Darla wrapped her legs around his lower legs.

Her cell phone rang.

Irvin laid on top of Darla, he humped his groin. Darla kissed his lips, and persistently raised her pelvis.

Her cell phone continued to ring.

“I…I can’t, this is not who I am.”

She pushed at Irvin’s’ chest wall.

Irvin kissed Darla on her lips. “Let me make love to you, please, this is meant to be.”

“I can’t.” Darla pushed Irvin off her, rolled over, and stood. “I’m sorry, please forgive me, please.”

Irvin looked up. She looked disheveled, but God she was so beautiful.

Darla opened the door, and ran out of Irvin’s suite.

“Shit.” He wanted her. He looked over at the flowers he bought her. “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”

Darla opened the door to her hotel suite. She closed it and locked it. She ran to the bathroom, and quickly washed herself.


The elevator doors opened. Hunter looked at the engraved numbers on the hotel suites.

He stopped in front of Darla’s door and knocked.

Darla placed the brush back down on the dresser. She gave her appearance and second glance. Maybe she should have not swathed her skin in the lotion again, especially after witnessing the benefits first hand.

She looked down and reached for her. “Oh shit, I left my purse behind, dammit Darla.”

The knocks to the door echoed louder.

Darla exited her adjoined bedroom. She looked around her suite and walked to the door; she took a deep breath and opened it.

The man at her door placed the Adonis description to shame.

She was thankful she decided to bath in her lotion.

“You look...” Hunter’s eyes meandered from her head, down to her toes. “Very seductive.”

She leaned over and kissed his lips, she inched back. “I will make sure your words come to mind, when I am doing just that.”

Hunter winked at her.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes for dinner, and that goes double for the seduction of your body.”

“I like you.”

“I thought I could hold your attention.”

Irvin walked up on the two. He noticed the man speaking to her was the same bastard who he saw earlier in the Ballroom monopolizing his woman’s time. He cleared his throat.

Hunter turned around.

“Can, I help you man.”

“Not you, but my beautiful woman can.” Irvin stepped forward. “Baby, you left your purse in my hotel suite, and the next time, I will come prepared.”

“Pardon me.”

Hunter looked from one to the other. “Am I missing something here,” he hissed.

“No, that would have been about ten minutes ago.” Irvin ran his tongue around his lips.

Darla gave Irvin a death look.

“Hunter, I can explain.”

“No need to. Have a great life, Dr. Cabaña.”

“Wait Hunter.”

Darla ran after Hunter. She caught up with him at the elevator.

“Save it Darla. You are just like all the rest cunts, maybe more educated, but the fact still remains the same, you give your pussy away too freely.”

Darla slapped Hunter’s face.

The elevator doors slid open.

Hunter stepped on. He jabbed the down button.

Darla turned and walked away. She met Irvin at the door.

“I apology Darla; I did not mean the explanation how it sounded.”

Darla walked passed Irvin, entered her hotel suite, and closed the door.

Irvin knocked on the door.

After no one responded he turned and walked away.




Unrevised Edition

Copyright Kemy 2020



 Erotica and Romance Novelist