Thursday, April 7, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Luciana, the Santanic Hispanic Woman - Kindle book now available Part I
Excerpt from the book - page 66
In the meantime, Luciana had called her aunt in the city
to let her know she was in town and that she would be coming over soon and
visit with them. No mention of staying there or anywhere else, as Luciana was
contemplating staying at a hotel for a while until she could figure out how and
where she was going to live and with who.
She had saved plenty of money to pay rent to someone and
the options were wide open for her to decide whatever was best for her and her
mission to be discovered as an artist in this city filled with thousands of
dreamers who wanted to be successful and recognized as a great artist or
painter.
Still tired and not wanting to go out yet and visit
family, Luciana decided to go back upstairs and lay down a spell. Thinking of
her Tia Maria’s spell, strange things have been happening in her life, that
have never happened before. It was like she was on a track of ecstasy and
romance no matter where she went but so far, it was confusing as there was no
man, yet, in her eyes or under the spell.
So far, the romance has been all around her and lots of
people fucking each other, but so far, the only one who got a charge out of the
spell was Freda, who worked wonders with her tongue and fingers while massaging
Luciana’s body this morning, something had gone wrong with the spell as it has
been more than 24 hours since it was cast by Tia Maria and it was only good for
72 hours. She was worried the spell would wear off before she found her true
love.
Time passed and while sleeping, she had another dream
that was little bit more erotic than before. For some reason, she dreamt that
there was someone hiding in the house.
Someone who lived there, perhaps in the basement or lower
level where Freda had said for her to never enter alone or without permission
from Roxy. The stairway leading to this area below ground was painted or
stained red, a deep crimson red and was locked by a big wooden door that had a
pentagram painted on it. Even Luciana knew, the sign of the devil.
About 4 pm a car pulled up to the house as Luciana was
looking out the small bedroom window. She recognized the man standing there to
be Jeff. He must have had a slow day or maybe it was his day off and he was
done for the rest of the time.
Either way, the car he drove was a black Mercedes S550
coupe. It was a beautiful car. She had never seen a fancy car like that up
close before and when he parked it, she couldn’t help but notice how sleek and
sexy that car was. She watched him as he undid the front gate latch with a
click.
The element of surprise was never sounded as he rang the
doorbell instead of using his keys. Thinking he might have forgotten his keys,
she figured Freda would answer the door and let him in. Indeed, Freda yelled
out loud, “Jeff is home, so make sure you are dressed before you come down the
stairs.”
Now that Freda announced Jeff’s presence, there was no
chance in hell he could quietly entering the house. Moments later, Luciana could
smell cigarette smoke.
It reminded her of her teenage years when Rick and her
would sneak away and smoke somewhere where they couldn’t be seen. Instead of
smelling incense, she was annoyed by the smell of smoke as she didn’t like it
and the fact her great-aunt, Bianca, died from the cancer, caused her to resent
it even more.
There were two bathrooms in the house. The bottom
bathroom was very handy to the back door and was easy to access without anyone
seeing you enter or use it.
Strangely, the back door was never locked unlike the
front door that was always locked. It made no sense but this wasn’t her house
and the rules were those of Roxy who owned it.
About 10 minutes later, Roxy came home. She went to the
bathroom downstairs near the back and slipped off her skirt and her top,
leaving just her purple lace bra and undies on her. She knew Jeff was home
because his car was parked outside. If
he knew she was home, he would come down the stairs and go be with her.
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
COFFEE with a STRANGER introduction of the Kindle Book
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Introduction to Coffee with a Stranger drama
Every person is a lover and every lover knows a stranger but
when you live in a small town where secrets are hard to keep, meeting a
stranger could get you involved in a deep, lustful and fascinating drama that
could drive you crazy.
Coffee with a Stranger is a unique journey of the mind and
heart. This story is driven by the fact that nothing is off-limits and nothing
is held back. There is no moral of the story plots – there are no morals.
What we learn from having a meeting for coffee can bring
failure or success. Learning is the best part of storytelling. Sharing this
story and sharing the erotic, sexual feelings and healings will bring wisdom to
your relationships.
What happens when people let their guard down and open their
hearts? What do we learn about ourselves when we ask and answer the “big
questions”? How are we impacted by the stories of strangers? And how might our
lives be different by adopting an open heart and mindset?
Monday, March 28, 2016
Saturday, March 26, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
My Dog Loves My Truck
My Dog Loves My Truck
Maya
is a mixed breed Poodle and Dachshund commonly referred to as a Doodle. She is
a lively and overly anxious puppy 4 years old that lives to ride in the truck I
own. She will jump with excitement and unlimited bouncing energy the moment I
pick up my keys and jingle them as I put them in my pocket to hide them from
her.
She
dances around, jumping on the bed, couch or anything else that gives her the
center of attention to have the leash clipped on her collar so she can go for
that ride. Her paws beg me to take her outside by rapidly moving them in a
groveling motion so I feel sorry for her and not leave her behind.
What
can be so exciting for Maya to want to ride in the truck. Sure, she gets her
own seat by the window and loves to see the world through the glass as I lower
it down just a bit to give her a scent of where we are going. Sight and smell
create a frizzle of emotions for this little twelve-pound puppy. It’s like a
natural high for her to ride in the truck.
Sticking
her small brown snoot through the window a little bit, she seems to enjoy the
wind more than me as I ride with the window up and AC on. I can only image that
the faster I drive, the higher her air-induced ecstasy is riding in the truck.
I can only imagine what this does to her sensory capabilities and likely
putting her in shock or overload like a mild dose of LSD would to a human.
On
the other hand, it might just feel good and nothing else. I suspect it may be
both. During long trips, I put a box in the back seat for her to sleep in. She
rarely lays still enough to use the box but it is there is she gets tired.
Since
riding in my truck has a sedating effect on her, it does calm her down
eventually. I don’t let her hang her head outside the windows, I don’t worry
about her eyes or getting her goggles. I want her to feel free and the window
is always just high enough to where she cannot reach the top of the window to
put her head outside but just enough to clear her nose.
Maya
is like a wolf in many ways; she loves to roam wide open spaces and travel as
far as her short stubby legs can take her. She likes going places, anywhere
there is something to see, smell or hear that is different from the house.
She
is indeed, quite an explorer. She knows those keys she hears jingling brings
her good times and good things. It is a pure positive experience for her to
enjoy for the rest of the day. Going somewhere is associated with a good day
for the two of us.
It also
seems this truck provides the two of us a bond that tweaks her energy, emotions
and spirit. Given a choice between a long walk or a long ride, I speculate she
might choose the truck for a long ride.
Beside
a bond, it seems to give us a strong trust factor and my guess is that every
time she rides the truck, she is in seventh heaven for dogs who love to ride
with the window down a bit to smell the outside and see the new sights.
The
only thing missing is food, during the rides, she does not want to eat; she
appears to have no taste for food when riding until we hit the drive thru and
order the hamburger she wants plain with no lettuce, pickle or ketchup on it.
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