You Don’t Want My Type of Love

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  • August 19, 2015
  • I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was attracted to her in the […]

    I stop sucking on her nipple and look up. She’s spent. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly ajar, and her breathing is quieting. She doesn’t look like a beast on a war path anymore, only beautiful, like the night we met. It reminds me of why I was attracted to her in the first place, why I let her take me home with her, and why I allowed myself to delve into something…different. I know it was my frustration with Erik and the alcohol to an extent, and I know I blamed it on that the next day, but there was also something about her. She was the yin to my yang and I’d only ever felt that once before.

    Remembering the camera in the drawer of the end table, I reach for the latch and open it quietly, not wanting to wake her. The camera is still there, but all the receipts have been removed…it’s not important right now.

    I focus the zoom on the perfect arch of her one eyebrow and click the shutter button. Flecks of mascara have amassed under each eye and I document this next because it gives the impression of a woman who’s worked too hard to notice. The lens moves down to the dark mole near her rib cage, and every time the aperture opens and closes, I’ve caught another detail of the woman preoccupying my mind.

    If only things hadn’t gotten so ugly and complicated, and so quickly. I turn on the lamp to get a softer hue. After testing the focus about an arm’s length from where she lies, I slide back down next to her, nuzzling my face into her neck and inhaling her musty scent. Maybe she could’ve been my…I scold myself for so quickly losing sight of my mission. I’m supposed to make her fall in love with me, not the other way around.

    I run my fingers along the black lace of her bra and untwist one of the straps. I lift the camera back to where I tested the focus. Pictures begin to snap of two women in bed. Their eyes are closed. Maybe they’re sleeping, or maybe they’re enjoying a brief moment that’s out of the ordinary for both of them. They could be a couple, strictly lovers, or considering a change to the status quo.

    The camera lets out a mechanical whirl, signaling the film’s end. I lower the camera, enjoying the stillness of the moment, listening to our shallow breaths syncopate in an irregular pattern.

    “Impressive.” She yawns and stretches. “Not many people can use that piece so deftly.”

    Her voice startles me. I thought she was in a deep sleep. “Something I picked up.”

    She adjusts the underwear that’s been moved out of place and rolls to her side. Her fingers float up the side of my face and whisk the long bangs of my wig out of my eyes, carefully removing the bobby pins before sliding the entire piece off my head. “You don’t have to change a thing for me, Angie.”

    I place the camera on the bed. “I know.”

    She unbuttons the tight latex of my vest and my breasts spill out in relief. “We can develop it tomorrow.”

    My chest heaves in anticipation. “I’d like that.”

    A knowing smile curls on her face as she unzips my bottoms and peels them off. “I’d like to see what it is about me that inspired you to embrace a different destiny.”

    The cool air hits my thighs. “As if you don’t already know.”

    I reach up for her, grasping the back of her neck, biting at her shoulder, wanting to pull her in. My body in another frenzy, needing to feel her skin against my skin. If only we could completely absorb one another…

    She shifts back. “You’re trying to make me fall in love with you, aren’t you?”

    “What? No, I mean, I—”

    Her throat clears as she rolls away from me. “You don’t want my type of love.”

    “That’s not true. Why would you say that?” I reach for her but she stops me. “Love is for strangers and fools, and you and I are neither.” She sits up. “I need to cool off. It’s been another long, hot day at the office.”

    The muscles of her back flex as she fluffs out her hair.

    I watch her leisurely stroll to the bathroom before laying my head back down, not willing to accept that she doesn’t want what I thought she did all along.

    Copyright 2015 by S.L. Hannah

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    You Want To Stay

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  • August 10, 2015
  • A few strides in, I feel her tackle my feet. I topple forward, and as my hands try to brace the fall, the key and chain slide out. She pins me, and I try to wrestle out from under her. My hand almost reaches the key again, but her frame is longer, and before long […]

    A few strides in, I feel her tackle my feet. I topple forward, and as my hands try to brace the fall, the key and chain slide out.

    She pins me, and I try to wrestle out from under her. My hand almost reaches the key again, but her frame is longer, and before long she’s used the leverage of her wingspan to flip me over, kick my legs open, and pin my hands above my head.

    “We can do this the easy way, Angie,” I hear her grunt into my ear, “or we can do this the hard way.” She pinches my wrists together.

    “I don’t want to do anything with you,” I cry out, feeling fragile beneath her. “I just want to go home!”

    Her hips grind heavily into my pelvis as she fumbles at her suit pocket with her free hand.

    She whips out her cell phone near my face. “Isn’t your boyfriend’s phone number 310-386-3988?”

    I freeze.

    “That’s what I thought,” she says, her thumb now scrolling the screen of her phone. “You rocked my world last night. Can’t wait to feel your cock inside me again,” she reads from her phone. “You’re addictive.”

    The sharp exhales through my teeth slow, as a mass of devastation expands in my throat, nearly choking me.

    “I’m about to blow a load thinking about you. I’m dripping right now—Erik.” She lays a heavy accent on his name. “Do you really need to hear any more of this sexting, because it does go on, and on, or are you ready to accept that a little time apart from your cheating boyfriend might do you some good?”

    I thrust upwards, trying to buck her off me. “I don’t believe you! You’re making it up just to keep me here.”

    Her chest sinks into mine, making it hard to breathe. “You came home with me for a reason, Angie. You wanted to learn something about yourself. I don’t have to make up some exorbitant lie to make you stay. You want to stay.” She loosens her grip around my wrists. “You know that craving you felt, and the anticipation, and then when I finally touched you…” Her fingers drag slowly down my arms and sides. “And let you unleash…” She grabs firmly onto my hips. “You know that was just the tip of the iceberg and there’s so much more for us to explore.”

    Flashes of the last forty-eight hours replay in my mind. Watching her dance, the thrill of letting loose with her, the incredible orgasm. But then she tied me to her bed, and those prophetic photos, and the taser…

    “You drugged me. And hurt me—”

    “How do you think we learn about ourselves, Angie? By being comfortable and not pushing our boundaries? By always feeling safe?” Her lips pause at my chin and the smell of coffee is heavy on her breath. “You want to go home? Believe his excuses and go back to status quo? That’s always going to be there for you. But this, and me…if you walk away now, you may regret it forever. What’s a couple more days?”

    I go limp under her. My emotions completely torn. How can I trust a woman who has threatened my life? And yet there’s truth in her words.

    “Whose phone is that?” I ask meekly.

    She rolls off me and sits up on her knees, after grabbing the key from the floor. “Don’t worry—I’m not fucking your boyfriend. I’ve got a friend on the inside who traced his number and forwarded me all his text messages over the last few weeks. After you confided he’d been acting strange.”

    The tone in her voice makes me feel almost guilty for doubting her motives as anything but good—even though I know that’s ridiculous. Her “friend” is probably the hacker she bailed out.

    She offers me her hand. “I’m looking out for you,” she says, as if it’s something obvious I’ve overlooked in my assessment of our time together.

    Still uncertain, I take her hand and she pulls me up to stand. With one arm cradling me, she walks us away from the front door over to her couch. She tells me to sit and then goes into her closet.

    Copyright 2015 by S.L. Hannah

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    The Need Book Trailer

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  • August 6, 2015
  • I am super excited to be able to share this! And many thanks to Rio Vista Universal for helping me pull this book trailer together for my upcoming erotic thriller, The Need. It’s coming up real soon, August 25, 2015, the big release day. 19 days. Have you pre-ordered on Amazon or on All Romance […]

    I am super excited to be able to share this! And many thanks to Rio Vista Universal for helping me pull this book trailer together for my upcoming erotic thriller, The Need.

    It’s coming up real soon, August 25, 2015, the big release day. 19 days. Have you pre-ordered on Amazon or on All Romance Ebooks? I’m starting to get some good feedback on Goodreads, so hopefully you’ve added The Need to your summer reading list.

    Hope your summer has been fabulous so far. Stay tuned for a few more fun surprises as we get closer to release day.

    xoxoxo, Hannah