Authors: Cj Paul
Tempted (53 page)
Reading his message was at once an overwhelming turn-on and utter agony.
Trying not to writhe and moan in my seat was nearly impossible, and I am all but convinced my teenage seatmate sensed my arousal
–
the flight attendants too, for that matter.
Now there is nothing to do but wait, and fantasize.
I put my coat under my head and rest against the window, peering out at the little cars and buildings and houses below, all appearing as inert
,
minute dots, but all full of individual lives.
Time stands still and I am unaware of how long I’ve been daydreaming
,
when the announcement is made to prepare for landing.
“I’m as prepared as I’ll ever be,” I hear myself say aloud.
As the plane begins its descent, I reflect on all I’ve left behind
–
my home, my beloved pets, my routine, my life, my entire history
–
to be with a man I’ve never met.
All at once, a pang pulls at my heart and inexplicably I am gripped with homesickness already.
After all that’s happened, my home has been the only connection to my family.
It’s where my mother lived out her last and happiest years.
It’s where I matured into a woman.
And it’s where I learned about what matters most in life
–
unconditional love.
* * *
Owing to the bulkiness of my winter clothes, and cluelessness as to how long I will be staying, I have checked a bag, and thus need to wait by the luggage carousel to retrieve it.
I have no idea if Alex has arrived yet or not and I search the terminal breathlessly for signs of him.
No one is allowed into the baggage area other than those awaiting their luggage.
Even so, I scan the space beyond the roped-off section I’m in, my heart now pounding in my chest.
I wonder if I will be able to sense his presence.
And I wonder how I will feel when I see
him.
The luggage carousel’s conveyor belt surges into action
,
and I watch bag after bag that is similar to mine, trying to locate the one with the pink bandana tied to the handle.
I am deeply focused on the hunt for my case
,
when the hair on the back of my neck begins to stand at attention, and I feel a strange tingling throughout my body.
And then I hear it, softly, from about fifteen away, just past the baggage area section dividers.
“
Cariña
.”
My heart stops and breath catches.
Every fiber of my being is singing with joy and desire, love and gratitude.
And I am at a total loss as to what to do or say.
“I came,”
I say with a simple shrug.
“Get used to it, Sugar.”
He winks.
I sigh
...
and smile.
I notice my pink-bandana’d suitcase start to go back around the carousel
,
and I make a dive to seize it.
I pull up the bag’s handle extension, collect myself
,
and take a step, the first step, toward my destiny.
###
:
CJ Paul, under different nomenclature, is a published non-fiction author and produced playwright.
Inspired by personal social media messages and posts, Paul has based this playful
,
erotic
,
romance trilogy on actual events and online interaction. Fictionalizing only the personal particulars to avoid scandal, Paul candidly shares an authentic tale of intense desire and timeless love that conquers all.
Coming soon:
Bound
–
part 2
of the
Conquered
trilogy
Ruled
– part
3 of the
Conquered
trilogy
Conquered in the Kitchen
– Alex’s recipe for delicious debauchery
CJ would be delighted to be in contact with you via
:
Join Alex to be
Conquered in the Kitchen
In the Pink
–
Shrimp in a rose Vodka sauce atop Fettuccine
Every now and then, we all enjoy a simple quickie.
But, there’s no need to allow the craving for almost immediate satisfaction to interfere with the pleasure of devouring.
The key is simplicity.
Rather than becoming distracted with multiple steps, this recipe focuses on two basic in-and-out procedures.
This sinfully delicious dish can be ready in m
inutes to satiate even the lustiest
appetite.
It’s certain to have you coming again and again for mor
e.
Pour a glass of vodka
and do as I say.
What you Need:
12 j
umbo peeled and deveined shrimp
1 lb. fettuccine pasta
5 T
bsp.
unsalted butter
2/3 Cup
vodka
1/2 tsp. finely ch
opped
cherry
pepper
16 oz. plum tomat
oes, drained, seeded and pureed
1/2 tsp. salt
3/4 Cup
freshly grated Parmesan cheese
3/4
Cup
heavy cream
Italian p
arsley to garnish
What to Do:
If you haven’t washed your
hands after chopping the pepper
, do so now
–
you never know where they may be encouraged to roam.
Let them begin
by embracing
the round, smooth curves of a substantial pot.
Fill it generously with lapping water and get it hot
–
make it boil.
Add the long, unyielding pasta and cook it till it feels perfect in your mouth.
While that’s rolling in the hot wet, you’re going to make things melt and simmer
.
To the inviting bottom of a cherish
ed skillet, add the hard butter, v
odka, and tongue-teasing pepper
.
Sweat them mercilessly for 2 heated minutes.
Now gather the fleshy, pink sea bounty and lay it lovingly in the savory, slick melt, heating each side for about
3
minutes and adjusting for girth.
Introduce the ripe, red puree to
its
sizzling bedfellows and spill thick cream over all.
Blend.
Allow this happy me
lange
to frolic
in the heat for
5
minutes and season with salt.
By now the pasta has been adequately
dealt with
and drained.
S
lide
the limp noodles into the sizzling sauce and add the fresh
,
grated cheese.
Toss, twirl and stir until every inch of the pasta springs to zesty life under the drenching caress of the sauce.
Plate it, garnish with the vibrant
,
green parsley, and get it to the table with haste.
You’re sure to want this in your mouth without another second of cooling delay.
You may be distracted by how lovely it feels in your mou
th, but please, don’t forget to swallow.
Mangia.
Sincere and loving appreciation go
es
to all who have inspired, supported and assisted in the creation of this book. Special thanks to angels Bertha, Lealyn and Mai, as well as
Bill, Corinne,
Darryl,
Jack,
Jeffrey, Joy,
Maureen,
Michelle
, Nichole,
Sarah
and too many others to mention
. Bless you all – especially those who get their friends to buy copies
, preferably multiples
.