Friday, July 20, 2007

They're Called Goddesses For A Reason!

Have you seen our newest e-book at the IBA Lulu store yet? It's a scorcher! Romancing the Goddess by D. Renee is a story of love, lust, passion, and lessons learned. Shaun would never have believed where his life was heading when he walked out the door that night if someone had warned him, but he likely wouldn't have walked away either!


He stood at the door of his apartment with the key in his hand. She was inside, waiting for him. He could feel her presence through the door and although he wanted to walk in and be with her he couldn’t quite make himself unlock the door.

“Is everything ok?” a voice asked behind him.

Everyone at work had already asked him why he looked so tired after such a long weekend and he had half mumbled something to them about working on his place but he didn’t think any of them believed him. Luckily his position as a collections specialist didn’t give him much time to socialize during the work day and the people who he spoke with on the phone generally weren’t concerned with his well being.

He turned to the voice and saw it was just his neighbor from across the hall, Mary. She was small but curvy with almond colored skin and short black hair. She held a grocery bag under one arm and her keys in the hand of the other. She was smiling softly at him. He appraised her legs briefly before speaking. They were bare to high up on her thigh under her skirt.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just trying to remember if I need to get anything from the store before I step inside,” he lied.

She smiled again and blushed softly. Shawn didn’t notice it.

“Alright, just checking.” She slipped her key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open in one motion.

“Oh! And so sorry to hear about you and Rosalie.”

He narrowed his eyes, “Who told you we broke up?”

“Actually I saw her moving her stuff out. If you ask me she was never the right girl for you anyway. I never really saw you two together,” she pushed her hair behind her ear nervously.

“Really?” Shawn asked wanting to add, “What do you know?” but biting his tongue.

“Yeah well, who am I to speak on other people’s relationships?” she said backing into her door obviously embarrassed about saying anything at all, “Just knock if you need anything!”

And then Shawn was alone in the hall with his thoughts.

Although he had rushed home, once there, at the door, he thought of the insanity of the last two nights and wasn’t sure he wanted to continue. The scratches on his back pained him slightly still but that wasn’t what stopped him. He held his key steady at the lock and let his mind replay the last 48 hours.

He was missing his girl. That was what started it, he was just missing her. Technically she wasn’t his girl anymore but he was missing her and he decided to make himself feel better. He wanted to look at some real live women, watch them dance and imagine they did things that his ex, Rosalie would never do. Or imagine that their breasts and their pussies were hers. That she was dancing before him and he would be able to climb inside of her later.

He was a good looking guy. Tanned skin with black hair. His eyes were bright blue and his lips were full. He was tall with a slight muscular build. Not enough to give people a sense that he was bulging out of his clothes but enough to give him nice definition. There was no reason that he couldn’t just find a woman who would do those things that he wanted but he was a sweet guy and didn’t want to take advantage of anyone.

It wasn’t his normal place. It was some new establishment that his friend John had found a week ago and swore was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. And he was right. As soon as he walked in, he knew there was something different about it. It wasn’t decorated any differently than any other strip club. There wasn’t any effort made to make it seem upscale. It could have been any other tit joint in town but right away he knew there was something that made it special.

The women there just glowed. When they smiled it was like his whole world lit up. He sat right in front of the stage. There was a single empty seat right in front of the pole as if someone was saving the spot for him. And who knows, perhaps they were. He didn’t even think it was strange when all the girls knew his name.

“Would you like a drink, Shawn?” one of them purred into his ear. She had blue hair and wore a clear plastic dress. She smiled at him as he looked her over. She had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. She laughed and sat a shot glass full of a strange golden colored liquid before him.

“I didn’t ask for anything,” he said absently still staring at her strange blue pubic hairs half wondering if her exposed sex would be the same pink as her nipples.

“Oh trust me, you’ll need it.”

“What is it?” he asked

“Oh, something a little like falling in love, a little like eating fire. You’ll like it, trust me.”

“Aren’t they both the same thing?” he said picking up the glass and looking at it wanting her to like him more than anything.

She laughed, “Drink it, the show’s about to start,” and she trotted off, her ass switching back and forth daring him to follow.

He picked up the shot glass full of golden liquid and because he had no thought to do otherwise, swallowed it in one gulp. It was sweet as it slid past his tongue and down his throat but as soon as it hit his stomach he felt it change and from his gut to his lips there was an intense burning sensation so strong that he thought he would scream. And then as soon as it began it was over.

There was a strange hush over the room. The lights had changed to cast a red tinge on everything. The music started with a strange song that sounded a little like a fight but mostly like a hunt. Different than anything he had heard before. Then she came out.

She moved slowly down the stage to the pole. Her body was lithe and muscular. She was built for speed but for power as well. Her black hair was short and a ringlet of gold rested on her head. He could see the muscles in her legs work under her skin as she walked. Her skin was smooth but it seemed that the muscles were just waiting for a burst of motion. Her bare feet stepped one in front of the other. Her stomach was flat and he wanted to run his tongue over it and feel the muscle underneath. A white cloth was tied over her breast and another was tied around her waist. It seemed to him that he could see a tail flicking back and forth behind her. As she neared the pole, she reached for it and swung slowly around it. She had full lips that were parted slightly to show white teeth. Her eyes, which he swore were a dusty yellow were searching the crowed for something. They settled with an animal intensity on him and then she began to dance.

It was a violent sort of dance but he felt himself get hard as he watched her move on the pole. The cloth that covered her breast was undone and they appeared before him, smaller than he expected but he wanted to touch them. She was naked suddenly and the light shone of her bare brown skin. She walked towards him on all fours, her tail swishing slowly behind her. She stopped in front of him and sat up spreading her legs wide before him. Her bare sex glistened wetly in the red light. She slid off the stage and into his lap, grinding herself onto him, pressing on his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. He kept his hands at his sides but he wanted to grab her and press himself into her wet opening.

The music stopped and she climbed off of him and back onto the stage. She picked up her clothes while another girl gathered up her money for her. The lights changed as they walked back stage together.

“Wow,” Shawn stuttered out. There was a wet spot on his pants but he wasn’t sure if it was from her or him. The waitress came back with another shot glass and sat it before him.

“Someone ordered this for you. Would you like a private dance?” she asked smiling.

He picked up the glass and drank it. Both sensations were more intense this time but somehow that made it better. “I’m sorry; I don’t have the money for that on me.”

“Don’t worry,” she said holding out her hand for him, “someone ordered that for you, too.”

He took her hand and stood up. She led him to the back of the club past the other patrons and pushed a door open. They walked in and the door shut silently behind them. The light was normal here and her hair, he could see, wasn’t blue at all. It was a slivery white. The lights in the main club just made it appear blue. She walked past a few doors and then led him inside of a room. There was a single couch in the room and he took a seat on it. She shut the door behind them and went to a small counter that held a bottle of the drink she had been handing him all night and one glass. She filled the glass to the brim and handed it to him.

“What is this stuff?” he asked taking it from her.

“I told you already, its-“

He stopped her, “Like falling in love,” he said.

She nodded and walked over to the light switch.

“What was that dancer’s name?” he asked.

“Leona,” she said unzipping her plastic dress and letting it drop to the floor. Her skin was alabaster white.

“What’s your name?” he asked putting his empty glass down. Her silver hair was longer than he thought, it fell to her waist.

She turned her face to him and said, “Diana,” and then clicked off the light.

She glowed softly in the darkness but somehow Shawn didn’t find this odd. She turned to face him completely and walked towards him slowly. Her legs were long and he wanted to lie between them. She didn’t dance.

She knelt before him and he took her breast in his hand. He let his thumb play over her pink nipple. She rubbed her palm over his cock through his pants. He felt himself getting harder and she stopped and pulled herself onto his lap. She moved her hips slowly over him and let her head fall slightly to the side exposing her soft neck. He kissed it gently and then moved to her soft lips. She let herself be kissed and then he put one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked. She moaned softly and worked her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Her own skin was cool and he half assumed it was because he was so hot. He let go of the breast in his mouth and she pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. She kissed down his chest and worked her way to the waist of his khakis. On her knees between his legs she undid his pants releasing his swollen member. She ran her tongue over his impressive cock and then took it in her mouth. She moved slowly and he placed his hand on her head pushing it down to take more of him into her mouth. She took more and more until he was fully inside of her mouth. She sucked him and stroked his balls until he pulled her off.

He picked her up and placed her on the couch. She spread her legs and he kicked off his shoes and pants. “Show me,” he said his voice gruff and demanding. She spread the lips of her pussy with two fingers exposing her to him. It was as pink as her nipples and glistening in her soft glow. He reached down and ran a finger over it, from her wet opening to her clit. She moaned softly and he rubbed the nub of flesh. She began to move her body so that his finger would apply more pressure to it. He used his finger to keep attention on her clit as he lowered himself to his knees. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked slowly. She moaned and arched her back as she felt the tension that had built up in her body release into orgasm. He moved his finger back down to her opening and slipped it inside making her gasp but she moved her hips against him.

He crawled between her legs and thrust inside of her. She gasped as he entered her. He pushed himself into her tightness and she grabbed his back and breathed hard underneath him. As she began to open wider for him he moved quicker, pushing himself further inside. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were closed tightly. He wanted to say something to her but he couldn’t get the words out. He pushed himself deep inside of her and moaned loudly as he came.

Spent he let himself slide out of her and rested his head on her shoulder. She reached between her legs and her fingers came back red in her strange glow.

“You’re bleeding,” he said already half asleep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Shhh,” she said wiping the blood off and stroking his black hair softly. “It’s alright.” She began laying soft kisses on his head.

He fell into a deep restful sleep. He dreamed of his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, at first but then images of her were pushed aside by as the dancer swayed into his unconscious. Her full lips and golden eyes filled his vision.


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