Wednesday, January 5, 2011

No Kiss Blogfest

Unfortunately, i forgot to post my No Kiss post on January 2 as i was enjoying my break from using the P.C. But for more information on this nice contest, here's a really cool blog to visit here. A big thank you to Frankie Diane Mallis, the owner of the blog who also extended the contest. You can also check out her cool pages.

Sooooo, here's my story on a grace to grass footballer who is reunited with his high school sweetheart (who is now a successful painter by profession) after he had jilted her for fame and fortune.......enjoy.


       She shook her head. She got out the heated pizza slices and almost flung it on the table, in annoyance. How could he have thought I didn’t take it seriously? Night after night, I cried as I thought it was true that I was a bad painter until I made a vow to work on my painting and prove him wrong, she thought. Seeing her changed disposition, he reached for her hand and caressed it, while he spoke.
“I’m not saying this because this is the right thing to say. I admit, I was a pig, a jerk and whatever vile name you can think of. From the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry I said those mean words. You can’t compare the mind of a 19 year old with a 31 year old. And as for what you said concerning my marriage, it was built on lies. I can’t explain the details now. My naivety and stupidity got the best of me. Even my team mates can attest to the temptations they face. But, that is not an excuse and I am ready to face whatever punishment you feel will help you move on. Mercedes, I am very sorry and believe it or not, I never stopped thinking of you.”
For lack of a picture to fit the depiction, this will have to do
             Her cheeks became flustered. Dale had tears in his eyes as he spoke. A clear indication of his honesty. Her heart suddenly leapt out to him. The stroking movements of his hand made her shudder. She averted her eyes.
“Mercedes, please take this from a man who has seen life. I shouldn’t even have anything to do with women after what I’ve been through” And with that, he left her hand and walked to the window. A garden and a fence occupied his view but he wasn’t looking as his mind had wandered. Looking at his bare back, she was tempted to run her fingers on them. Her hand still sizzled from his hot touch.
“Dale” she said, thinking of how to tell him, she had already forgiven him.
He turned around, folding his arms, his demeanor changing.
“You have forgiven me. There’s no need to pretend. I can see it in your eyes. Besides, why would you have bailed me, in the first place? Don’t forget I know you. Standing there, dripping wet from a shower and wearing nothing but a sheer gown...”
          She eyed him, feeling the embarrassment take over. Her strong girl persona had been rubbished. How could she forget that he knew her, even more than she knew herself? Was she coming on too strongly? Wasn’t she supposed to make him, her love slave? Before she could sort out her feelings, he had stormed over to her and grabbed her by the waist, looking into her eyes, his mouth, inches away from hers, their breaths meshing together. The way, he grabbed her, sent a warm electric current flow, through her body. His now raging erection had pressed into her. She imagined the sweet taste of his mouth on hers. Unconsciously, she placed a hand on his cheek.
“No need to be embarrassed. I want you twice as much. God, I am at my control’s edge of taking you right here on the table”
Her heart seemed to flutter with joy. She wasn’t frigid after all.
Kiss me, dammit, she thought. He closed his eyes, tightening his hand on her waist, fighting the urge to cup her beautiful, round buttocks. Her scent enthralled his nostrils, causing his erection to thicken, more than before. He used a finger to rub her seductive pout, remembering the games they played, as teens. The temptation to make love to her was deliciously irresistible. She taunted every bit of his senses.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you. We just met again after all these years” he continued. She begged him with her eyes. She was now flowing with wet abandon. The anticipation was becoming unbearable. She had kissed him before and as a teen, so why was it now hard? Her hands now held his well carved biceps for support. Please, Dale, Kiss me, she thought. No, No, don’t let go. He was releasing her from his grip, while shaking his head, rapidly. What if she’s using me?, he thought, getting away from her. 

Postscript: This is a Romance WIP of mine. So, it's still rough. But, do please comment on what should be added or subtracted. Thanks.


  1. Hey Rachel! Thanks for posting--sorry Im late getting here! This was really nice. My only suggestion would be to shorten some of the dialogue, in a moment like this, they wouldn't necessarily be speaking in paragraphs and also they are saying exactly how they feel and giving a lot of history--usually people in a convo like this wouldn't be making such blatant references to the past--bc they already know this stuff--so some of that could go to the narrator if it needs to be explained and also people hardly ever say exactly what they're thinking. But otherwise, fab!!

  2. hey kiddo! since this is still at the first stage I like it obviously as frankie said u still need to cut out the backstory but I like this

  3. Thanks Frankie and Joanna, will definitely revise the story.


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