Silk Vol. 2: Steamy Tales of Love & Lust

By Daryl-Jarod

Daryl Jarod returns with the highly anticipated second installment of Silk! Prepare your minds for an exciting journey, sure to leave you breathless in the end. Stories included are, "The Pussy Monsta", "Wife Swap", "Devotion Pt. 2", and more, guaranteed to stimulate you all night long. Caution; Erotica just got hotter!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daryl-Jarod
• Release date: Mar 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476010281

Daryl-Jarod

Daryl-Jarod is an author, recording artist, and actor, who was bit by the writing bug at an early age. He aspires to give fans something unique and fresh with each piece of work he crafts. He resides in Southern California, where he is working on various literacy and music projects.

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Silk Volume 2: Steamy Tales of Love & Lust

Copyright  2012 Daryl-Jarod

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Wow! It’s still hard to believe I’ve accomplished my dream of becoming a published author! All praise goes to my creator for giving me enough strength everyday to chase my dreams and remain true to who I am. I’m eternally grateful!

Thank you to everyone who has supported Volume One of Silk and helped to make it a success! Whether you’re a fan or friend, your love and encouragement is greatly appreciated.

Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first installment of Silk so much they posted reviews for it. Ericka the Truth at Hottest Urban Fiction Reviews, thank you for being the first to review my book. Hope you enjoy this one as much as the first!

Thank you Cearra for always giving me your input and working as my editor…for free!

Thank you to Mariah, my sidekick and creator of #TEAMSILK. I appreciate all that you do to spread the word, whether on Facebook or by speaking of Silk in person. Love ya!

Thank you to A. Price. You were there when Silk was in it’s beginning stages. I appreciate the never ending support and constant words of encouragement. Your time to get published is coming soon!

Thank you to Kitty K. Free and Nikki Rea London who have embraced me and helped me feel welcome in the literature world. I’ve built friendships with the two of you that I’ll cherish forever.

And finally thank you to the reader, I hope you enjoy reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Be sure to check me out at daryljarod.blogspot.com for future book and music releases!

The Pussy Monsta

I tried my hardest to withhold my anger as my ruby red fingernails tapped away at the dinner table. I had just gotten my nails done earlier that afternoon, but at the moment I didn’t give a damn. There was so much frustration built up inside of me and I couldn’t unleash it in public, so my poor nails had to endure the wrath of my anger.

The buzzing of my cell phone that sat comfortably on my lap, startled me so much that I almost knocked over the glass of red wine I’d been sippin’ on for the past ten minutes. I retrieved my cell, only to toss it on the table and send the caller to voicemail. It was my girl Mona. I already knew what the deal was. She was most likely only calling me to see if I had been stood up again. We spoke on the phone last night and she told me not to get my hopes up about tonight because she just knew things would not go as planned, as always.

Tameka I’m tellin’ you that nigga don’t give a damn ‘bout you, Mona told me while I rolled my eyes ‘cause Lord knew I didn’t wanna hear it. He only wanna get ya goodies then leave like he always do. Girl, I’m tellin’ you don’t fall for that shit. Don’t be a fool in love. Ain’t no dick that good to the point where you give a nigga yo all and get nothin’ back in return.

Mona, I said cuttin’ the seriously annoyin’ lecture off. Please shut the hell up. Mona and I were the type of best friends that made it necessary to always keep it real with each other. Tellin’ her to shut the hell up, simply meant that I kindly wanted her to shut her trap and change the subject. Whatever Larry and I do is our business. Do I tell you how to live your life?

I could hear her suck her teeth. Fine…but don’t ya ass dare call me when he leaves you waitin’ for him…again.

Larry is doin’ his best to change Mona. He really is, I defended.

OK…whatever. Just leave me out of it from now on, Mona told me before hangin’ up on me.

As I sat alone in that jazz club, I pondered over what Mona had told me. I knew she was just trying to be a good friend, but I had been too blinded by love to interpret her words of advice. She knew exactly what I was enduring. She was right; I was nothin’ but a damn fool in love. A damn fool in love who sat alone for almost two damn hours waitin’ for the so-called love of my life to walk through the door.

It’s not like I was dressed up like any other woman that night. I had dressed to impress. My makeup was completely flawless. My sister, who’s the best stylist miles around, cut my hair into a stunning bob with honey brown highlights throughout my jet black hair. Gold hooped earrings that sparkled, even in the somewhat dim lighting, were upon my ears. A sexy slim red dress covered my toned body, along with matching shoes that had five inches on the soles. Yes, ya girl knows how to work some heels!

So, as you can see I was looking good enough to eat, if I don’t say so myself. I can’t count