January: A Dear Diary Short Story (Dear Diary Short Stories Book 1)
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Authors: Skye Turner
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January
A Dear Diary Short Story
by: Skye Turner
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*Due to graphic sex scenes and strong language, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. This is an ADULT short story and contains graphic sex scenes and explicit language.
For everyone who’s ever written the words, “Dear Diary…”
BAYOU STIX SERIES
Alluring Turmoil, Book 1 Bayou Stix
Alluring Seduction, Book 2 Bayou Stix
Alluring Ties, A Bayou Stix Novella, Book 2.5 Bayou Stix
Alluring Temptation, Book 3 Bayou Stix
Alluring Infatuation, Book 4 Bayou Stix
Alluring Surrender, Book 5 Bayou Stix
JAMES BLACK SERIES
James Black, Book 1 James Black
DEAR DIARY SHORT STORIES
January
Dear Diary,
I saw him today. He was at the coffee shop again when I stopped for my morning jolt. His wavy brown hair was spilling messily over his forehead and he was once again covered in paint. I guess he pulled another all-nighter.
I know I said the next time I saw him I was finally going to muster up the courage to speak to him, but once I was there and he was in my sight, I lost my nerve.
He’s just so beautiful. His hair, those eyes, those strong hands… always covered in paint. I have all these conversations in my head with him but when I’m actually near enough to talk to him, to walk the short distance to his table, to reach out and touch him… I just can’t find the nerve.
They called his name out as his coffee was ready. Julien. Even his name causes a reaction in my stomach.
His blue eyes raised from watching himself picking the paint on his nails and he caught me staring at him. I gasped and looked away, but I had to look back. He was watching me. I felt my cheeks pinken as he smiled at me. He almost looked like he wanted to walk over. My pulse started racing and I felt a bead of sweat form between my breasts.
My name being called jolted me from the intensity of his gaze and I quickly turned and grabbed my coffee before racing for the door.
I’m such an idiot. Why does he affect me so?!
Tomorrow… tomorrow is the day. I’ll talk to him.
I groan and flop back against my pillow as I close my journal.
Dammit, Ramsee!
If I keep this up, I’ll never talk to him. I’m shy. I always have been, but I’m not a wallflower. Julien makes me crazy though. I’ve been watching him for four months. When I say it like that, it makes me feel like a stalker.
Ok, I’ve been seeing him in the coffee shop I frequent for a few months. He caught my eye the first time I saw him because of his chiseled face, amazing physique, and the fact that he was covered in paint.
Since then, I see him about four times a week when I stop for my coffee before work. I’m something of a coffee addict and I need the jolt to become a human and function at work.
Every day, I swear I’ll talk to him, but when the time comes, his beauty turns me into an idiot and I falter. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will talk to him!
As I get comfortable under my comforter, in my studio apartment close to LSU, thoughts of Julien fill my head. I find myself unable to stop my hands from trailing down my stomach and reaching my center. I’m already wet from the wicked thoughts running rampant in my head.
We’re in the showroom of the gallery. The pale blue silk robe I’m wearing is caressing my skin as the breeze wafts in through the open window. Julien is at his canvas. It’s cold outside, but the bright lights of the gallery have the temperature resembling a tropical island in here. He’s opened the window to allow some of the cold January air to filter in and cool the room.
He points to the fainting couch he’s laid in the center of the display. He’s using the light to accentuate my body so he can capture the lush curves.
Without a word, I walk over to the antique replica and perch on the end. He sets his brush down and strolls over to meet me. As he covers the distance, my pulse races and my nipples bead beneath the silk of the robe. When he reaches me, he traces my face with his paint splattered finger. His finger follows the curve of my cheek whisper soft, then he runs it over my chin and down my neck before it dips into the deep “v” of my robe. My breath catches.
He chuckles. “Breathe, Ramsee.”
My green eyes meet the blue of his and the corner of my mouth turns up. “Oh, I’m breathing.”
He leans down and stops centimeters from my face. His hands reach out and pull my blonde hair over one shoulder before he pulls the robe down on one side. He stops just as the fullness of my right breast is revealed. His finger trails over the cusp of my breast before he lightly taps my erect nipple, clearly on display through the silk of the robe.
I gasp and my eyes close. I feel his breath against my lips. “Open your eyes, Ramsee…” He steps back and I frown. He chuckles again as he takes in the picture I create. He smiles. “Perfect. Don’t move.”
I sigh and get comfortable. It’s going to be a long night.
He’s staring at me. Memorizing every inch of me that’s on display before he furiously heads back to his canvas. He’s like a man possessed. Nothing can be heard in the room other than our breathing, the breeze coming through the widow, and the traffic sounds down below.
Finally, he sets the brush down and leans back to alleviate the strain on his muscles. I wait for his approval before I move. He nods at me and I stand up and stretch to work the kinks out of my body. Glancing at the clock, I see that he’s been at it for three hours.
The lights are so hot. The silk is sticking to my legs and there’s a fine sheen of sweat between my heavy breasts. I want to cool off. And I also want to tempt Julien.
I cross the room and brush past Julien on my way to the window. As I walk, I loosen the belt of my robe and just as I reach the window, I release it and let it slide down my arms and body to pool on the floor. I don’t turn, but I watch Julien’s reflection in the glass as I hear his I drawn breath behind me.
His hand reaches down and he adjusts his crotch. I smile devilishly. Finally. Just the reaction I want. Still watching him in the glass, I cup my breasts and start to roll my nipples. I see him swallow as he watches me.
His hand is rubbing his cock through his pants and the sensuality of the moment has me drenched. Trailing my hands down my stomach, I reach the apex of my thighs. Opening my legs a little, I follow the crease and spread the moisture I find there.
My eyes are fixated on Julien’s face in the glass. His eyes are wide and I can see the darkness of his pupils reflected there. He watches as I play over my mound. I see him lick his lips as I brace one foot on the baseboard of the wall and start to rub my clit.
I just watch him as he watches me.
Finally, after I’ve all but convinced myself he’s just going to watch, so I’m going to give him one hell of a show, he groans and storms the distance between us. He pushes me against the window and reaches between my legs. His long fingers run over my slit as he leans in. His breath caresses my ear as he utters, “Is this what you want, Ramsee? You want to drive me insane? Your goal was to tempt me… to taunt me… Is this what you wanted?”