“Naughty Gras: Tales of Fat Tuesday” Anthology By Sable Jordan

“Naughty Gras: Tales of Fat Tuesday” Anthology

Release Date:  February 11, 2013 (on Smashwords.com)

Contributing Authors:       Elle’s Tales: Dirty Rice by The KWEEN

                                                In Gods’ Hands by Jessa Callaver

                                                Rendezvous by Perri Forrest

                                                The Sinner’s Slice by Sable Jordan

Perri Forrest  “Rendezvous”

As I move toward the table with my name on it, and where my guest is waiting, I slow my tracks. He’s standing next to the table, holding a single white rose in his hand. The closer I get to him, the faster my heart pounds. Of course it’s nerves. I don’t know about the other girls, but for me, there’s always a little bit of anxiety during these initial meetings because although Valentina has screened them, they are new to us. After all this time, I still get nervy about it all. This time is no different. Nerves abound.

6’2. Fair-skinned. Athletic build. Beautiful. Just my type…if I ever did have a type. The one desire with these encounters is for the individual to be someone you wouldn’t mind spending time with. Someone you wouldn’t mind waking up next to. Someone easy on the eyes. Basically, nicely packaged. He’s that. I’m taking him in and the whole time thinking, “This isn’t happening.” But it IS. He takes a few steps in my direction to meet me half way. Heart pounding out my chest.

 What do I do? 

The smile greets me. Instinctively, I search for signs of a bulge pressed against the front of his pants, and it’s definitely there. Just the way I remember. Chills spread through my body¾the familiarity of it…of him. 

He’s looking right into my eyes, rose in hand, and leans forward for a light kiss on the cheek. I’m speechless. What’s happening right now? I casually glance around for Valentina because surely, there’s an explanation, or maybe Ashton Kutcher is going to come running from the kitchen telling me I’ve been Punked!

Reciprocating the smile he is wearing, I open my mouth to speak, “Thank you for the rose, it’s very pretty.” The moment is awkward – for me at least. Yet, I keep the smile even as he gestures for me to take a seat in the booth before taking his seat across from me.

The KWEEN "Elle's Tales: Dirty Rice"

“Elle...” he began as he moved closer to me near the bureau. “...you smell so good...” I felt a twinge between my legs even though at the same time, my words betrayed my desire to climb him.

“Whoa...Lance...you’re married. Your wife is ILL! This is your house, this scenario is all wrong. REALLY wrong...” He got even closer. His breath smelled like he’d been sipping something cherry-flavored. I backed into the bureau and said, “Lance...please...” He could tell I didn’t mean it. I meant it! I just didn’t mean it. I knew I’d eyed him at the airport and consoled him earlier, but I didn’t know I’d sent the message that I was willing to receive his flesh upon mine. I said it again, “Lance...please...” He bent down and kissed me as he held my face and I went limp. I promise that my intentions were to fight him off and say, “Get off of me damn it!! You’re Collette’s brother!!” But my hands fell to my sides like puppet arms cut from their strings. He reached down...his arms long and his hands large...and grabbed underneath my skirt. His fingers landed on the satiny fabric of my panties and soon after, between my lips and into the pool forming. His fingers swam around, squishing and finding swollen lips and a throbbing hole awaiting his play. I weakened a little. He had to be over six feet...definitely a foot or more taller than me. He squatted and then lifted me. ME...and placed me lightly onto the settee at the end of the bed. I said, “Lance...Collette is in the next room. This is wrong; please don’t make me do this...”

See...Lance didn’t know me. I wasn’t pleading with him to not take advantage of me. I wasn’t asking him to relinquish his hold on me. I was beseeching him to not let out the real Elle. The Elle that would make his toes separate and his balls shiver with my tongue. I didn’t want to put on LANCE...what I’d given men before him. This was my plea to him. For him not to make me give him something that might make him follow me home.