Sharlene Alba
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Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 4
LUCIA Something was happening to her. Lucia could feel something brewing within the nerve endings of her body, her stomach churning impatiently for something she couldn't put her finger on. Her body's reaction to it was the only thing that surprised her the most. Could it be a side-effect of being with someone other than Dylan? She'd had other lovers in the past before him, men and women she quickly discarded when she noticed the change in them, the desperate look in their eyes when they knew they were hooked on her. It was too much of a turn on for her and they always ended up paying the price for it in the end.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 3
CASSIAN Waking up to the smell of an ocean breeze instead of his assistant Francesco's badgering voice substituting an alarm was something Cassian could definitely get used to. The heat hadn't reached its peak yet, since it was still early in the morning according to Cassian's expensive wrist watch. Going for his usual morning jog would be a good idea if staying in this bed with a perfect view of the beach weren't so appealing. But he had to get up and face today's challenges. Which included getting more background on his gracious host. The one who caused him to toss and turn all night with inappropriate thoughts about her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 2
LUCIA "I thought you quit smoking," Dylan Lopez, the best cook Lucia knew, commented as she blew smoke rings out of her mouth and she let him inside her shack. She glanced at the man leaning against her closed door as she put her cigarette out into the ashtray and smirked. He came for his usual fix, something he claimed only she could give him. Lucia would be more than happy to oblige if her mind weren't occupied with other things. Such as how she was going to come up with thirty-grand by the end of the month, convincing the bank to give her an extension, and the mysterious man named Cass who'd awakened something in her she didn't even know she had. She could fuck Dylan every night and not feel a thing. Most women would kill for that kind of ability. For Lucia, it was a trait passed down through the women in her family. The men usually suffered because of it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Loner's Retreat: Part 1, Cassian & Lucia
CASSIAN Loner's Retreat. Four thousand square feet of beach land in Mexico, and it all belonged to Cassian Romano now. Or at least it will be, when he convinced the current owner, Lucia Johnson to sell it to him. According to his real estate developer, she was behind on a few payments and the bank was pressuring her to come up with the money soon, or she'd be out by the end of the month. The property had been in her family for generations but over the years, the maintenance on this place became expensive and business went down during a big storm last summer, when the gusty winds alone tore through this place like a tornado. Cassian would have it renovated with modern touches and sold at a higher price as soon as he got this Lucia out of the way. He'd never met her in person, but he had seen a few pictures of her on some promotional ads online for the retreat. Cassian would be lying if he told himself he didn't find her the least bit attractive. Her shoulder-length dark and wavy tresses and dark eyes were what caught his attention at first. Now that she was on her knees, pulling weeds out of the garden with her perfectly round ass sticking up in the air and sounds of her frustrated grunts filled his ears, Cassian felt his dick harden.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: The Finale. Top Story - November 2017.
If Fiona could describe the last year in one word, it would be lonely. As soon as Fiona had bargained with Marcel for freedom, she ended up getting the short end of the stick. Marcel had let the rest of them go, including Kristella, in exchange for Fiona's surrender to him. Someone had to appease the powers that be that funded Marcel's company, and of course that person had to be her. She'd like to think it was all worth it — losing her job, her purpose, her own freedom — but as she sat there, bored to death in a cell with two other women, Fiona kicked herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. Fiona Duvalle was once one of the most praised bounty hunters in bounty hunter history, and look at her now, rotting in prison for five years. With any luck, she'd be released early for good behavior, but knowing herself, Fiona understood in order to keep herself sane in this tiny cell, she'd have to go back to her old ways. And she also had to stop thinking about the woman that made her end up here to begin with.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 5
You could put a potato sack over Kristella Del Monte's body and she'd still look stunning. Her natural beauty was what Marcel had been attracted to initially. Or so he claimed. Fiona suspected it had to do with her ability to melt you down into a puddle of unfiltered arousal with just one smoldering look from her hazel eyes. He never mentioned why they went their separate ways but since she was now in hiding, and still underneath his protection, Fiona had a feeling Marcel had gotten over his head and Kristella was now paying for it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 4
"How much time do we have until Marcel comes after us?" Joe inquired, as he stood against the doorway of Fiona's bedroom while she cleaned out her guns on her desk. Marcel probably got word of the chaos she left behind as they all escaped Gavin's compound and was trying to narrow down her location using the GPS he had installed himself in her car. The warehouse where he operated from was a good two hours away from the safe house. Fiona figured they'd have that exact amount of time before Marcel tried to fight his way into her fortress.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 3
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Andrew was the first of the guards to ask that question and she'd be more than happy to show them just how crazy she could get. But there were more pressing matters at hand. She grabbed ahold of Sierra's arm and aimed the gun towards the two naked men before them as they got dressed, making sure they weren't going anywhere or had any weapons on them.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 2
Fuck. Sierra had somehow found Fiona's gun she'd hidden underneath the table and was now using it to bark out orders. Fiona could easily outmaneuver the gun out of her hand but she wanted to see how far she was willing to go. That in itself was stupid and reckless, and she'd probably get fired once Marcel found out. The fact that she didn't care at this point was sending off alarms in her mind but she tossed it aside to deal with later. Right now, she was busy trying to keep the bodyguards from suspecting anything suspicious was going on, not to mention the gun Sierra had pointed into her lower back, covered by a simple white cotton towel.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 1
Fiona could imagine the latest victim on her kill list right in front of her, half naked and begging for mercy. With one hand she could take off that sexy two-piece tiny bikini of hers and let it fall to the floor of her cabana. Her breasts looked full enough to fit in her hands and she was about ready to have them in her mouth very soon. She signaled the girl over to her then, beckoning her for another cocktail. Her favorite excuse to use of course. That's when she'd make her move.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Cowgirl: Part 3
Leon watched her from where he was sitting in the V.I.P. section of the club. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her there but tonight, her long legs were crossed and half covered by a black skirt and the shadows of the bar. Her bright red halter top stood out against her jean jacket and it also singled her out in the room full of frequent club goers. Her eyes looked to be a rich color of brown and her long dark hair made every blonde haired and blue eyed beauty in the room vanish in his eyes. No one else mattered but her, the only woman in the place who wasn't gawking at him like a trophy that was owed to them once they were done seducing him. She was intriguing and an air of mystery surrounded her enough to make his cock tick in his pants. As he continued to indulge himself in her sensual appeal, he decided he was going after her this time. He'd never done that before, put himself in the path of rejection but there was something about her, maybe the confidence she wore on her bare shoulders made him take the chance. Or maybe he just knew no other woman was going to do it for him tonight.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
