Tantalizing Stories by Donnee Patrese

Today I cried. I cried because for about an hour I was ashamed of myself. More importantly I was ashamed of myself as a writer and ashamed of what I write. I have always been afraid that what I write would come back to haunt me. Here is what happened. My daughter about a couple of weeks ago asked me if she could join instagram. Now I was a little worried about what she would see on instagram so I hesitated. Her father and I discussed it and decided as long as she follows only kids from school she could join. Well, she has only followed her friends from school so we are ok with that. However I heard that some of the kids from her school sometimes sext and share salacious photos. I wanted to know what types of friends she had so I followed a few to see what their everyday photos are like. Well today, one of her teammates on the basketball team asked her who “The Writer 84” was? My daughter didn’t hesitate. She said “That’s my mom.” Then her teammate said that her...

Prohibited 2 : Illicit Affairs Michael and Maxine are back and life is still just as crazy and just as painful as before. Maxine was again caught up in a love triangle with a married man and his wife. She hates that she has more secrets to keep despite knowing that keeping secrets can only lead to pain and anguish. Yet what choice does she have? Michael is still madly in love with Maxine and he intends to get her back in his life by any means necessary…once his divorce is final. Maria refuses to make things easy and their divorce proceedings drag on and on leaving a trail of hate, disgust and no light at the end of the tunnel for either of them. Maxine wants to be with Michael. Yet would he want her after he learns there was someone else vying for her affection. He had some competition that hit closer to home than he would ever expect. Prohibited II: Illicit affairs, the sequel to the breakthrough novel Prohibited , brings to light more secrets that thre...

I attended a dinner with some of my fellow writers. It was going wonderfully. Yet I was waiting for the question of the night and eventually a new member to the group asked me. “So what do you write?” It was an innocent question. New writers asked us this all the time. I anticipated this question, but I knew that I loathed the many questions that would follow. “I’m in an erotic romance writer.” I saw their eyes and I knew they were already comparing me to E.L James or considering me not a “real writer”. It comes with the turf. So I sat back and waited. “Isn’t erotic romance and oxymoron?” He chuckled. That was a new one. No one had ever asked me that question. I fought my urge to roll my eyes at him.  An oxymoron? Let’s see. What is an oxymoron? An oxymoron is a figure of speech where two opposite or opposed words  seemingly cancel each other out or would seem to be contradictory to each other like “walk slow quickly” or “cruel kindness”. So, is he trying ...

Christmas Day I couldn’t sleep all night. I tossed and turned thinking about him and what I should do. When I closed my eyes, I dreamed about fucking him.  My ass would be in the air and I would be taking him deep inside of me. I would come and he would pull out and lick up my juices as they spilled out of my pussy. Though my husband and I argue and have very little sex, I know he loves me and I… I still love him too. He has my heart but Jim, has my body as I yearned for his touch. I would have laid there thinking about this driving myself crazy if it weren’t for my kids. They  were up bright and early ready to open the gifts Santa left for them under the tree. They came running into our room to wake us up and continue to prod us until we followed them down the stairs. The lights on the Christmas tree were lit and some extra gifts daddy and mommy placed late last night where they are to greet them. “Mommy and daddy Santa came.” My little boy screamed. I laughe...

Christmas Eve... It was a lot colder this Christmas than last year. I turned up the heat in my car and took a breath. I looked out the passenger side window at the red brick apartment building covered in tacky Christmas lights. Some of the lights were out and the rest were flickering. I debated if I was going to spend another Christmas eve in the arms of another man. My body has been yearning for him but my heart was torn in half. My husband and I fight all the time now. He has threatened to move out if I don’t get myself together. We sleep in separate beds some nights and he doesn’t come home some nights for dinner. I love him but I can’t get this other man out of my head. It’s so crazy. I only see him once a year and the rest of the year is terrible. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the cold. My feet crunched on the pile of dirty snow shoveled over by the city salt trucks. I slammed the door and locked it with my keys. I waited until a blue Honda drove past b...

The Trio  It doesn’t happen all the time. Sometimes our searches come up with nothing. Then there are those rare occasions. It rarely happens for us, but when it does...it is like magic. When we find that special person to fulfill our needs we cannot help ourselves. We just have to take advantage. We spotted him one night coming out of a 24 hour opened diner. He was tall and rather average in his looks and stature. To a mortal, he would be considered nothing special. He was plain and boring. He was an accountant and lived a normal boring life just like the rest of the mortal masses. We knew different. He was right for us in so many different ways. He was not very tall and his puny frame left much to be desired. Deep down, he repulsed me. He was perfect for us.  He seemed like a man that has never had a good fuck in his life. We knew. We were watching. We watched him for months coming home every night. He was so predictable that it sickened us. After ...

It was dark and awkward. My truck was not the best place to have sex. The wasn’t very much room and every time I thrust, I fucked up my knees. She was very petite so it should not have been a problem, but her legs were wrapped around me so tight, it took more work to fuck her in this cramped space. Yet, I could not stop. Her pussy was too damn good. It was so good that if her entire family came in this tree house and busted us fucking, I would not stop until I came. And…that is very possibly a scenario that could likely happen. I mean, who fucks a girl directly in front of her sister’s house with a party going on in the backyard? Me, I guess. I am the stupid and horny motherfucker that would do something like this. Would I make this decision again? Yes…in a heartbeat. *** The house was loud and boisterous. This was not what I was expecting. When Carolina asked me over to her house, I didn’t realize it would be a family BBQ in progress when I arrived. It threw me for a loop w...