Born with a Curse: Secret Fantasies

By Danie Baly

Some people call it a gift, some call it being a player, and
some might even say that Im lucky. Some believes I
develop the skills of heated and wanted desires. Many
dont see the pain and the destruction this so call gift causes.
Yes! It feels good at fi rst, the pleasure of another company.
The thrill of the chase trying to seduce and manipulate the
human mind and body, at fi rst you get emptiness in the pit
of your stomach that starves for the hunger to feed the inner
passion. I call this gift a curse, it feeds off of devoured hearts,
hearts that cry for the need to be wanted and needed, hearts
that crave to be touched by the succulent desire of passion.
This curse has cause many tears within a broken heart,
plunging its kiss of death upon their lips, causing the body
to shut down only responding to the anticipation of being
explored.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 6, 2012
• ISBN: 9781469134093

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PROLOGUE

Some people call it a gift, some call it being a player, and some might even say that I’m lucky. Some believes I develop the skills of heated and wanted desires. Many don’t see the pain and the destruction this so call gift causes. Yes! It feels good at first, the pleasure of another company. The thrill of the chase trying to seduce and manipulate the human mind and body, at first you get emptiness in the pit of your stomach that starves for the hunger to feed the inner passion. I call this gift a curse, it feeds off of devoured hearts, hearts that cry for the need to be wanted and needed, hearts that crave to be touched by the succulent desire of passion. This curse has cause many tears within a broken heart, plunging it’s kiss of death upon their lips, causing the body to shut down only responding to the anticipation of being explored.

Everyday and every night the thirst for a different woman, dehydrating for the present of a different woman, no strings attach, no feelings involved, just that one heated moment. It would be great if that’s how it happened, but it never does. I can talk a woman clean out their panties and have their juices running down their thighs and have my every desire with them making love to not just their body but their mind and heart causing them to fall hopelessly in love with me. While fulfilling my appetite, I starve her leaving her hungrier for more passion. When I feed her my fruit of life, of belief, of cause and hope of love still existing, I get scared and run, showing no emotion for them to prey on. And cry long tears from the heart for no one to see.

You can say I’m a no good, low down dog, that’s no different from anyone else, swaying my way into the hearts of many with the knowledge of knowing it will never go beyond or further than lust. Love! What is it really? I ask myself, do I not carry the capacity to love the way I use too? I loved once a upon a time, she was my first love and she destroyed me causing my heart to shatter making me feel like I’m dying every second that I inhale to breath causing me to feel like I’m gasping for air to survive. How do you overcome such a pain of death to the heart? Tell me, how? I ran, leaving with no closure of the heart and I punish everyone whom dare cross me for what she did to me. And I know now that I don’t regret that chapter in my life.

Maybe I messed up somewhere between telling her I loved her and showing that I loved her. I never broke any promises and I tired my best to always be there for her. So where did I go wrong? She cheated, lied, abuse and even accused me of so much that I wasn’t doing. I loved her with everything in me but she showed my heart pain that not even death could take away. And here’s my story… .

CHAPTER 1

SEXY AIN’T THE WORD

My name is Monica, I stand about 5 feet 10 inches with golden caramel skin, smooth like a milky way chocolate bar that if you lick or caress my skin it would feel like it’s melting right before your eyes. Long legs like an Amazon queen, full figure 36C cup breast just enough to suck on like a newborn baby crying for its pacifier. With succulent lips and dimples upon each cheek that are as deep as the ocean in my skin begging to be rescued. My hair is jet black that reaches to the middle of my back showing my heritage of India and African American. Light brown bedroom eyes that seems like the entrance to heaven’s gate, curves like a Coco cola bottle with the abilities to quench your thirst. Apple bottom and Georgia Peaches doesn’t even comes close to what my mom blessed me with, many have paid and tried to gain the perfection of the booty that I was born with, carrying a arc so deep that even though I lay on my back, my back still doesn’t touch surface.

I know many might say I don’t know anything because I’m so young and only 25 years old and haven’t fully experience life yet. But I have, I’m young, smart, beautiful and taking care of your every sexual desires. Its funny how I got into this business, it was only suppose to one time but what did I have to lose. She came up to me and handed me a business card, it read:

Veronica Andrews

CFO of Business Trade

Phone number 404-656-2299

Stalling for a couple of days, shock still not sure what to come of this but I’ll call her to find out the purpose of her giving me her card. I mean it could be a job opportunity for a modeling agency? Or maybe she likes me? Naw! That couldn’t be possible I mean, how would she know I swing that way? I didn’t even look her way but she was attractive.

Hello! she answered

Hi! Is Veronica there? I asked

This is her, may I ask who’s speaking? she asks

Monica! You gave me your card a few a days ago, I’m sorry I took so long to contact you I explain.

Oh! I remember you, how can I forget? I have been wondering when you would decide to use my number she says.

I was wondering why did you give me your card? I asked.

Why don’t you come over to my house? Is this your number? she asked

Yes! I said

I’m going to text you my address now. she said

Hanging the phone up still lost and confuse, not sure what Veronica wanted. Within a few seconds my phone vibrates, I had a message it’s from Veronica:

223 Hampton Street

Hampton, Ga, 30224

Be here at 12pm.

After getting the message I GPS the address, I started to get ready for this meeting at Veronica’s house. Looking through my closet looking for something sophisticated yet sexy, I took a long shower, bathing in nothing else but essence from bath and body works leaving my aroma around anywhere and everywhere I go. Thinking to myself this could be a chance to advance myself if I make a good impression. On my drive there I realize immediately I was in a world that I wish I could live in one day. But dreaming isn’t going to get me there; I pulled up to her house and knocked on the door and rang the bell. She came to the door and welcome me in but before I can say a word she was in my arms, kissing me vigorously, kicking off my shoes, tearing off her clothes as she ripe mines off. I picked her up slamming her against the wall, placing my hand upon her breast. Laying kisses all over her neck, she’s moaning, breathing heavily, nibbling on my ear, with her nails sinking into my back. She’s telling me how much she wants me. Grabbing her closer towards me holding her tight in my arms. Placing my hands between her legs, spreading her thighs apart as she wraps her legs around me pulling me towards her. Putting my fingers between her legs with my tongue right behind it feeling and tasting her juices, she opens her legs apart allowing me to enter my tongue to touch her walls. With my lips surrounding her clit, sucking and licking it at the same time. She’s in shock of the sensation she’s feeling, her bottom lip drops, her legs tenses up, her stomach becomes tight from her trying to hold it in. Her juices on my tongue with my fingers inside trying to pull more of her femme juices out, she’s screaming, moaning and shaking as she feels it coming down. Struggling to say she’s coming, she opens her legs wider and pushes my head in deeper. She tells me get it all has I stick my tongue deeper inside of her, she starts shaking, her eyes roll back has it eases it’s way down my throat. Feeling relax still sensative and throbbing trying to rebuild for the next round.

Though the experience was good, I’m not sure exactly what happen for Veronica to have so much heated desire. Next thing I know she hands me an envelope that reads THANK YOU!!!! I get dress and go to my car, as I sit there pondering what just went down I open the envelope and pull out $1500. What the hell? Now I’m more confused than anything, did I just got paid for sex? I’m no fool, I needed the money for school and it was an easy money getter but I’m just saying. But why question it I need this and I don’t care how I obtained it. When I got home and jumped in the shower, washing away the remaining juices of Veronica and still lost and confuse. I got out the shower dried off and looked at my phone I had a message it read:

Hey! Veronica told me about you. My name is Miranda give me a call… .

CHAPTER 2

BEGINNING OF A NEW LIFE

The next day I wake up and head out to school still reminiscing about Veronica. Asking myself to snap out of it, but the weird thing is I actually enjoyed getting paid for something that I don’t need application or a degree for and it pays. While sitting in class thinking about a change of careers my phone rings.

Hello! I answered

Hi! It’s Miranda, I left you a message the other day she says

Hey! What’s up, yea! I was going to call you. Can I call you back when I get out of class? I said

Sure! she said

After 45 minutes of a boring Physics, I call Miranda back, to find out she’s a plastic surgeon wife who seems to never have time for her. She sends me her address and tells me to be there at 10am, because she has to take the kids to school and her husband would be at work. I respond and told her I’ll be there tomorrow morning. I went home and started looking through my closet looking for an outfit that wouldn’t bring attention towards me going to the suburbs. Finding the perfect outfit, I called it a night early, so I can be rested up for the adventure I have coming tomorrow. My clock alarms at 8am leaving me one hour to eat and take a bath, I left my apartment at 8:30am and arrived at Miranda at 10:10am.

Sorry! I’m late I said

It’s ok, come on in she says

As I enter the house, I sense Miranda was scared but at the same time I was realizing the beauty of her house. Feeling that Miranda was tense around me I wanted her to feel a little relax so I took her hand and placed kisses on them causing her to confess.

I’ve never been with a woman before, but Veronica says you’re good at taking care of pleasurable needs. She admits

It’s ok! I promise you’ll enjoy everything that’s coming to you I said

Miranda then takes my hands and leads me upstairs to the guest room. With physique that can intimidate the most willing while running my fingers up and down her spine causing her body to tingle. Massaging her with my tongue showing how skilled it was when put to work. My head game is official hitting every pleasure point,