I published this story in 2019 and it is truly one that is close to my heart. I grew up in New Jersey and spent most of my free time in a local pizzeria. My friends and I developed a strong bond with the men who worked there. There were always rumors that the men of the pizza places had mob connections and we used to joke about it all the time but what if it had been true?
While not a true story, Pizza Boys and Jersey Girls does bring back memories for me.
It was a wet and rainy spring night when Bonny first saw the man of her dreams. She was just a kid and he was old enough to be her father but when he touched her hand, the pulse of electricity that ran through her was like nothing she could have ever imagined.
Danny was the manager of Pizza Mia, a local hangout for the kids of this North Jersey town. It was the mid-1980’s and the attached video arcade and one-dollar slices only added to the allure for most, but Bonny only needed one thing to keep her coming back. A smile or a wink from the dreamy-eyed man behind the counter.
Years would pass before the two would actually meet outside the walls of Pizza Mia. She was, after all, too young to touch when they met but Danny had wanted nothing more than to unleash the untapped passion in this girl who worshiped him.
Some dreams don’t always work out as planned and the two are separated soon after their first night together. Legal issues cause Danny to flee for the safer shores or Florence and Bonny goes on to find love with Carlo, who is more her age. Still, the journey isn’t over for these star-crossed lovers whose paths will reconnect in a tangled tale of jealousy, longing, intrigue, and possibly… murder.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered as he clipped the leather cuffs to my belt and I quivered.
His big hand cupped the back of my head tightly guiding it down until my face was buried in the black, silk pillow.
An eternity passed. My bare legs growing goose flesh from the chill of the room. He believed that the cold intensified the pleasure. I flinched as his bare hand made contact with my bottom. He rubbed it with his cold fingers, then gave it a thunderous smack. My insides swelled and I let out a whimper.
He leaned forward placing his thick erection firmly between my cheeks and tickled my back with the leather strips of the red and black flogger. I tried not to tense up as I awaited the first strike.
“Crack!” the sound echoed in my ears and my hunger for him grew.
He gently ran the leather straps across the strike zone, then, struck me two more times. I would be incapable of holding back much longer.
“What do you want? Say it!” he told me as he stuck his hand between my legs and squeezed.
“Fuck me…” I whispered.
He slapped my ass hard and said, “I didn’t hear you?”
“Fuck me…” I said, louder this time.
He struck me again, ‘Who are you talking to?”
“Fuck me, Daddy! Please!” I cried.
He grunted, satisfied that I’d learned my lesson. He placed his big hand on the small of my back and plunged his cock inside me.
Ava wiped her tears as she stood in the doorway of
her childhood bedroom. This was the last she’d see it as her own. She snapped
her fingers and her dove, Anona, flew to her shoulder.
She turned to the servant and said, “Place her perch
in the wagon with my things.”
She hugged the King and the Queen then stroked the
face of her adopted brother, beaming when he smiled at her touch.
“I love you both and thank you for providing me with
such a grand childhood!” she said.
“We’ll see you in a few days, little dove. We’ll be
there for the wedding!” the King told her.
“I love you, dove child, and one day I’ll call you
Queen!” the Queen told her.
Ava took her place inside the carriage and looked
straight ahead. She couldn’t shed another tear. All of that crying made her
head hurt and the bouncing of the carriage would surely be headache enough.
She was escorted by a small party. Colm drove her
carriage while four soldiers walked along side. The wagon that carried the
girls belongings was driven by her childhood friend and first love, Pallomin.
The boy had insisted that he be allowed to see her safely to her destination.
His heart still beat wildly for her but he knew that she would never be his. He
wasn’t bred from royal blood.
They were deep in the forest and Ava had fallen
asleep. She woke when the carriage halted so quickly that she was bucked right
out of her seat. As her head cleared, she heard voices coming from the road. An
argument was ensuing. She slid to the
door and opened it just a crack so that she could hear more clearly.
“We are in route to the Kingdom of Coyote by order
of the King of Doves. You have no right to detain us!” Colm said.
Ava was leaning against the door when she lost her
hold and it flew open sending her out to the ground with a thud. She was too
embarrassed to feel fear as the arguing stopped and all eyes were upon her.
“Damn, girl!” Colm scolded.
“What is this? A gift for the Coyote King?” A man
dressed in green exclaimed. He walked toward Ava but the two guards on her side
of the carriage closed ranks in front of her. The man in green stuck out his
tongue and tasted the air. “Smells like royalty,” he croaked.
Ava got to her feet and dusted herself off, “I am
Ava, Princess of Doves! And who are you, green man?”
“Kanuna, young dove. I am the King of Frogs. I could
hear your party’s approach from miles away. I was just telling your driver that
this path isn’t safe,” the portly man in green replied.
“It’s my pleasure to meet you, King Kanuna, and I
appreciate your concern but there is no other path to the realm of Coyote and
we need to get there with haste,” Ava replied.
“Such a pretty dove,’ Kanuna told her, ‘It would be
a shame to lose you to the Crow Horde but that’s exactly what will happen if you
don’t turn back.”
“I have no enemies in the Faction of Crow and we
have no desire to turn around so, if you please, kind King, let us pass,” Ava
smiled at the little fat man.
“At your peril, young dove. At your peril,” the Frog
King croaked as he stepped out of the road.
“Ava, the men are tired. Perhaps we should listen to
the Frog King and bed down here for the night. We can start fresh in the
morning. It might not be best to travel up the mountain at night,” Colm told
her.
“Alright, we can stop. We just can’t turn back,” the
girl replied.
The thought of marrying Yutu frightened her. She did
find the boy attractive and he seemed pleasant but she knew nothing of the
Coyote people. Her greatest fear wasn’t of living among the coyote. Her
greatest fear was of her wedding night. Like all good little doves, she hadn’t
been touched by a man save for some hand holding and a few stolen kisses from
Pallomin.
As her wedding grew closer, her mother sat her down
to discuss the activities that would be expected of her on her wedding night.
Before that, she hadn’t even considered the idea. Her mother explained that she
would be frightened and that it might be painful at first but that if she could
relax, she would grow to enjoy her husbands’ touch. She told her that one day,
she would crave the feeling of him inside her. The girl blushed at the very
idea. She’d never seen a naked man and wished that she had. She wanted to know
if Yutu looked different from Dove men. Her mother scolded her for having such
wild thoughts and cautioned her that no man would allow her to gaze at his body
without expecting her to give him pleasure. Of course, she wasn’t planning to
solicit a man to show her his goods but with her impetuous nature, her mother
couldn’t take any chances.
She laid back down on the carriage bench and slowly
drifted back to sleep. She cradled her dove on her chest and tried to dream
about soaring above the countryside. The dream didn’t come. Only darkness.
This time it was the rocking of the carriage that
woke her. It was still dark but they were moving again! The road was more rocky
than it was before and the carriage wheels cracked and moaned as the ascended
the rough terrain. She wanted to know why they were moving but with the
carriage in motion, she couldn’t open the door to ask to the guards so she
settled back in her seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t want her prince to see
her weary and sleep deprived.
She woke again when the carriage came to a halt.
“It’s too soon for us to be there,’ she thought, ‘The sun hasn’t risen.”
She heard movement outside and reached for the door
but it flew open before her hand graced the handle. She gasped at the sight of
the intruder. He was a tall, thin man all dressed in black.
“Come, dove!” he demanded, clutching her arm and pulling
her out of the carriage.
Her feet landed hard on the rocky soil and she
opened her mouth to scold him but the words wouldn’t form. She was too busy
staring at Colm, Pallomin, and the four guards who were kneeling in the road
with their hands bound and their mouths gagged. The Frog King had been right.
The Crow Horde had ambushed the party while the guards slept.
“What is the meaning of this?” she scolded the crow
who still had hold of her.
“Quiet dove! You can tell your story to the King!”
he snarled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up over his
shoulder. She kicked her feet and punched at his back.
“Drop me you scavenger! My father will have your
head!” she cried.
He merely grunted and yelled, “Take the party to the
prison. I’ll deliver the dove.”
“Deliver me where?” Ava cried, still pounding on the
tall mans’ back but he paid her no mind and continued up the mountain. He
carried her through a thrush of trees and then to a clearing where fires were
burning. She lifted her head and saw a village comprised of grass covered huts.
“Crows nests,” she mumbled.
He carried her though the village and in to a hole in the cave wall. The inside walls were lined with torches that lit his way. He stopped twenty feet inside the cavern and pounded on a thick door. She heard the loud groan of its hinges as it swung open and a rush of warm air hit her exposed legs.
She could see the things behind him as he proceeded
on his quest. First, the doors. They were tall and round creating a barrier
inside the cave. They were painted red and adorned with gold leaf. The floor
was polished rock that reflected the flames from the torches on the walls. It
was a cave, for certain, but it was decorated like a palace complete with grand
furnishings and silken rugs. She took it all in as the man carried her to
another door. He knocked and said, “My Lord.”
“Come!” a deep voice cried from the other side.
The man held her legs with one hand and opened the
door with the other. He stepped over the threshold and waited for his command.
“Set her down, gently, and leave us. Be sure to
secure the door. I don’t want this little dove to try and fly away,” the voice
demanded.
The man slid Ava down from his shoulder and propped her up on her feet. He took two steps back and closed the door between them. She could hear the lock fall in to place and stared at the closed door too afraid to turn and face her captor.
She heard moans coming from her left side and turned her head slightly. She face grew red. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing! A silk covered lounge sat directly beneath a torch on the wall causing the light to cast the silhouettes of two naked women. They were writhing and wiggling as they pleasured each other sexually. Ava wanted to turn away but her eyes were fixed on the women. They had dark complexions and raven hair. She’d never seen anyone like them before.
“Don’t mind them. They’re keeping themselves ready
for me,” the voice from behind her said, “We weren’t expecting company.”
The girl who was on top of the other turned her head
and looked at Ava. She smiled, then blew her a kiss.
“What is this? Some sort of sex cave?” Ava asked,
and the raven haired girls laughed at her.
She could feel the person behind her moving toward
her. Her body tensed as she felt his breath on her neck, then his hands on her
arms. He turned her to face him and when they were eye to eye he said, “This is
my chamber. I’m Lonan; the King of Crows.”
My first published novel is now available on Amazon for Kindle. Paperback coming soon! I loved developing the characters in this book and I believe that they have a smooth dynamic that will bring them to life in a very positive way! Be Warned: It’s a little steamy inside this cover, but, I believe the sexual content in necessary to really bring the story to life. It is, after all, a tale of lust and wanting. It explores finding love in the wild world of the nineteen-eighties when many of the sexual taboos of the past were replaced by acceptance through the movies we watched, the music we listened to, and the iconic figures that emerged during the decade. I really hope that readers are as engaged in the story as I was when it brought itself to life through my fingertips.
My second book, “Ageless” is currently in the works and should be out of editing and in production by the end of the month! “Ageless” is the tale of a business woman in a dysfunctional marriage who finds romance and passion in the most unlikely place for her.
Hard headed, independent and strong are words that have been used to describe Tiffany Wilson. She’s been a winner in every aspect of her life but one; her marriage. A tough as nails business woman, she believes that her husband might be resentful of her success. To call their relationship strained would be an understatement.
Her husband, Tony, spent a lot of time away from home and there was no doubt in Tiffany’s mind that he was unfaithful. At this point, she didn’t care. The love, if there was ever love, was gone a long time ago. It was just a matter of time before they parted ways.
Desire and romance were things for cheesy novels to Tiffany. She pushed any notion of finding true love to the box in the far reaches of her mind labeled; Someday Maybe.
That would change for Tiffany when she met Luke. He was new to the office. A younger guy with a cut throat desire to rise in the ranks. Tiffany sized him up quickly and determined that he was a school yard bully who lacked staying power. An older woman with far more life experience, she thought she had him all figured out.
When Luke began showing an interest in Tiffany, she considered it just one more of his tactics to get in with senior leadership. Little did she know, he’d been aching for her from the first time he laid eyes on her.
She wasn’t a cougar. She wasn’t even looking for a lover. It was Luke that was the pursuer and with every orchestrated close encounter he was gaining ground.
***Ageless is a hot and sexy romance set in the corporate world of the eighties. Can an older woman find love in this world of sex, drugs, and excess or is she just a toy for the new kid to play with until he gets bored?
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