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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Delicious Friction
She didn't spend time trying to figure out why she wanted him again. He didn't want her to. So he pulled her close, his hands lingering on the small of her back, his tongue swiping his bottom lip. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 4, The Truth
He observed every detail of her apartment. From the sleek white curtains, to the black soft carpet beneath his bare feet. He wanted to know more about her, from what she liked to do first thing in the morning to the secrets he knew she kept from him. He smiled as he observed the pink marble counter that topped off the island in the kitchen. The appliances were solid black. He remembered her fascination with those two colors. He didn’t think anything of it, but now having seen her apartment, he knew she wasn't kidding.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 3, The Elevator
The rain was pouring down heavily as they pulled up in front of her apartment. She was still recovering from her last earth shattering orgasm. Her thighs quivered as she exited the car, taking his hand. He led her into the building, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand, making sure her fire was still burning into thick flames beneath her skin.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 2, The Joyride
He was still hard when they settled themselves into her car. And she wasn’t making it any easier. She’d been teasing him ever since he stepped on the gas pedal. The way she tilted her head slightly to the side, exposing her neck, letting him see how he had left his mark on her with his teeth. He grinned at that. He liked that she wasn’t afraid of letting loose, going crazy, letting him make her feel good.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Dance
She saw him from across the room. His stare caught hers with enough magnetic heat radiating between them to make the whole room humid. She walked through the dancing crowd, grinding bodies surrounding her, loud dance music filling her ears. Once she made it to where she saw him last, he was gone. Disappointment filled her, but the aching between her legs was growing to an unbearable state. She couldn't get enough of him. His kiss turned her on more than melted chocolate. His touch burned her skin. His smile, making promises of promiscuity, drove her crazy. Crazy with want, need, lust. And ultimately, love. She ordered a drink from the bar, an apple martini, which was her favorite. As soon as she finished it, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She craned her neck to the side and saw him. A wicked grin curved on his lips, an invitation to follow him. So she did. She followed him, going up a flight of stairs and ending up on the roof of the club. Her eyes studied the gates surrounding the edges of the roof top, and suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. She could feel his hard length against her stomach now. She was getting to him and she wanted nothing more than to make him feel good.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Forbidden Sighs
They were standing too close. His girlfriend by his side, her boyfriend by hers. And it was crazy to even think about him ripping her clothes off when her boyfriend was sitting right next to her. But the craving was too thought-consuming. She wanted him. Badly. And by the way he kept looking at her, he wanted her just as much, maybe even more. And finally, she had to go to the kitchen to get away from him. She dipped her hands under the cool water coming from the faucet and washed her hands with cold water, splashing it onto her face as well. She took the small towel from the refrigerator door and patted off the excess water from her face. As she turned around to rejoin the others, she bumped into a hard chest. She swallowed hard and looked up. It was him. Oh, but he looked damn good. Too deliciously bad for his own good. She decided to take what was left of her common sense and tried to walk away, but he stopped her. The towel in her hand dropped to the floor, and she couldn't dare to look at him. He tipped her chin up and made her. She met his hungry gaze, which skimmed down to her lips and back up to her eyes. She licked her dry lips and in a second, his mouth crushed hers. There was nothing gentle about it and she expected nothing else from a starving man.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Lovers: Part 1, The Arrival
Her fingertips twist around the ends of her hair. She was nervous, practically shaking with anticipation. Her sweaty palms rubbed over her jeans, while her eyes were glued to the digital clock posted up near the departure announcements.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Arousal Lake
It was the warmest day of summer. The twentieth of June. They always casually just ended up there. Years later, nothing has really changed. His eyes never left her. Never missed an inch of her milky skin. He took in every curve of her body, her breathtaking smile, her captivating eyes, they penetrated and heated everything it laid eyes on. And once they laid eyes on him, his blood boiled, his skin burned, and he got rock hard. But this time he'd have her. Fully have her. No more wet dreams. He'd have her underneath him, writhing, screaming out his name as he pushed her over the edge over and over again.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Carnival Series: Biting The Dare
Why did I ever think picking dare was a good idea? It was pitch black in these woods, fog creeping about in-between the trees, the sound of crunching leaves beneath my boots echoed throughout the air. I didn't care if I looked like a loser for not following through with this dare. I wasn't about to die out here alone.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Two Girls and a Drink
He needed a drink. Or five. All this stress was giving him a migraine and he wasn't too happy about it. Clara was coming over in a few minutes and he needed to figure out what to say to her. Things had progressed between them since the high school reunion and he hadn't meant for her to find out this way. It wasn't his fault he was attracted to two women. And it certainly wasn't his fault they both decided to befriend each other while he was dating both. He made sure to tell them it wasn't exclusive, but somehow, it all blew up in his face.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
