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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Into the Mind of a Pessimist
I saw you there. Your eyes made the strings around my heart tighten, daring me to breathe once more. You wouldn't be the one for me, but you sure made me lick my lips, sending my fragile thoughts to a place where sin corrupted the guilty.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Halloween Carnival Series: The Carousel
With five minutes until the clock hit one in the morning, she still hadn't shown up. She was the only reason why I kept showing up for work at this stupid amusement park every October. It wasn't for the pay, that was for sure.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Smoking Mirrors
The humidity inside the pyramids was excruciating, but this was her last one. One more artifact, and she could go home, where her soft mattress was waiting for her. Claire stepped through the incredibly small room where the artifact stood in a glass container. The royal cup belonged to one of the most well-known and powerful pharaohs, Osiris. He was also known as the lord of the dead.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Beauty Queen
She could feel his eyes on her. Burning into her skin. With a simple hook of her leg on the solid pole, she slid her herself down. Purposely falling into her customers lap. Her bottom slid against the ridge of his jeans, causing it to swell and bulge. A grin formed on her red-colored lips. She loved getting that reaction from men. But her profession wasn't just to strip. It was art. The art of sensual dancing. Sliding naked thighs against a pole might pay the bills, but she respected herself enough to not take off her clothes. Instead, she seduced her audience with her eyes. The sensual swaying of her hips. Her sexy smile. She had them every single time. This gentleman was one of her more recent customers. He caught her gaze one night while she was performing her most famous routine, the red rose. She smiled at him through her dark red mask, his hazel eyes growing a shade darker. Desire. She loved the very meaning of the word. She lived on it. Breathed on it. She used it in her dances. Anyone can dance. But actually having the desire to perform for your audience was a totally different thing.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Need Me: Part 2
Overbooking myself with meetings was how I decided to punish myself for crossing the professional line with Lucas. We had rules for a reason. They kept us in line, away from trouble, away from dire consequences. Knowing you weren't supposed to test certain waters with your employees did nothing to stop the lust parade Lucas invited me into last week. How could I face him now? What if he filed a sexual harassment suit?
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
