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Watching The Audience

In conversation with a good friend, and what came up was a question which was worth asking:

What stops you from supporting my work? Or engaging with me on here?

It sounds awful doesn’t it? However, in my defence, a writer wants to be read. If you’re a parent, it relates to that combination of intense protective instinct and also narcissistic validation but without the raw biological wonder of it.

Still, no one owes me anything. However, there’s a few of you out there and whether you’re reading or not, 1300 plus people is a good crowd. The analogy of a gig comes to mind, I’m on stage and in front of the microphone. (Good writing is a lot like burlesque but that image is too distracting) and I’m wondering who’s listening. Who goes home and posts they enjoyed it or it sucked.

Indulge me, if you’d be so kind.

There is also the mailing list which is here:

https://tinyletter.com/mbblissett

And, of course, books.

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My Books

My hope is you’ve enjoyed the stories and poems here and you’re interested in more of my work.

If you’re looking for where you can read my books, here are the links. I value your support and in return you’ll get stories which will entertain and engage you as a reader. If you’re a reviewer, get in touch and I will be happy to offer a copy of these in exchange for a review across the internet.

My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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M B Blissett’s Short Story Submission

https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/43/submissions/17850/

Please go and read, show your support for the story.

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My Books

My hope is you’ve enjoyed the stories and poems here and you’re interested in more of my work.

If you’re looking for where you can read my books, here are the links. I value your support and in return you’ll get stories which will entertain and engage you as a reader. If you’re a reviewer, get in touch and I will be happy to offer a copy of these in exchange for a review across the internet.

My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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What’s on my slate

Pretty accurate, minus the pipe and the haircut.

Let’s skip all the stuff about how Shakespeare wrote King Lear whilst in lockdown, shall we? He didn’t have the internet, probably for the best, as he would never have written a damned thing. I’ve been at this a while, and of late, there has been a massive upswing in my production.

So, at the moment, I split my attention between a few projects:

  1. Editing Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere. I am publishing this under the Dahlia Bliss pen name, for the sexual content and the dramatic element. If you’ve read any of the excerpts here, I would love to know what you think about it and if it compelled to read further?
  2. Lawful Evil – this is with my reader, who takes my work and does an autopsy of it, because none of this is by divine inspiration, even less so as experience and process become involved. So, once he’s completed his read-through, then I go to work, much as I did with Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere and Laughing Boy.
  3. Laughing Boy – paperback. I use ebooks for convenience and ease, but physical books are important to me. The Dahlia Bliss material will stay electronic for now, but the same amount of work goes into every book written.
  4. Fiction and poetry. I’m considering entering and submitting more of the former for anthologies and competitions. It raises my profile and also, brief stories are a tremendous way to work on my craft in the micro. Where I feel I’ve improved, has come from the testing ground of a story.
  5. The quality problem is I am prolific and also time poor. My girlfriend has said that if someone funded me for a year, I could make a lot of material available.
  6. Craft. I value this as part of my practice. I love reading books about writing and find an impressive deal of insights and tools applicable to my writing. A recent and recommended purchase was Chuck Palahniuk’s Consider This. I’ve started or continued to develop the things he recommends and discarded the parts which don’t apply to me. I am a nerd for story structure and archetypes, but also there’s a working-class element to me which sees the production of actual writing a better outcome than the perfect literary piece which languishes in your head. There’s a massive amount of instruction out there, but it can be a means to procrastinate. Get it down and get it out. You’ll suffer pangs of guilt and shame at the mistakes, but you’ll learn from them. Write and finish things. Put them out. Repeat the cycle. I don’t do everything as a self-publisher, but as time goes on, I have taken on more responsibility.

So, there are things in the pipeline, but the aim is at least a book a year and to treat this with the same intention as a business. Sure, it’s art books are dead as a cultural art form according to some very smart and learned people but what matters is what you do and show up with.

If you’ve questions, please comment below or get in touch.

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My Books

If you’re looking for where you can read my books, here are the links. I value your support and in return you’ll get stories which will entertain and engage you as a reader. If you’re a reviewer, get in touch and I will be happy to offer a copy of these in exchange for a review across the internet.

My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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My Books

If you’re looking for where you can read my books, here are the links. I value your support and in return you’ll get stories which will entertain and engage you as a reader.

My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere by Dahlia Bliss (NSFW) Chapters 7 – 9

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https://mbblissett.com/2020/05/11/nothing-keeps-me-anywhere-by-dahlia-bliss/

CHAPTER 7

‘I’d like to continue talking to you.’

She gave a pinched smile. Her arms wrapped around my middle. Our wet bodies fitted well together, and my fingers raked through her dripping hair.

We left the water only when we pruned.

We found one another during the hours before dawn again. My fingers stroked her to a gentle orgasm that made her cling to me and swear into the night air.

It was around six before she woke me with coffee. She had showered and was in her uniform. As she passed me the cup, she asked what was wrong.

‘It’s strange seeing you like that.’

She frowned as she blew over her coffee.

‘You should see me fight.’

I nodded.

‘When are you fighting?’

She shook her head as she took a long sip of her coffee.

‘Don’t. I like you, but don’t say things you don’t mean.’

My smile was a challenge to her.

‘Try me.’

She got out her phone.

She gave me the date and my expression remained unchanged.

‘What time?’

She shook her head.

‘You’re so full of shit.’

My smile widened as she frowned, unsure of how to read my intention.

‘Try me.’

She told me the time. There was space in my schedule and seeing her again appealed to me.

‘I want to hang out with you again.’

She grinned as she shook her head. I watched the colour come to her cheeks again.

‘You’re so, so full of shit.’

Then she turned and kissed me with her hand against my chest as she put her cup down.

She got a condom from the chest and came back to me as she reached beneath her skirt and tugged her underwear down her full thighs.

She looked at me, gave me a grin that made my cock throb with want.

‘I want to feel you real close before I have to take you back.’

She squatted over me as she reached between her legs and placed me inside her.She was already wet and we fucked through the tender soreness from last night. My fingers grabbed her hair, but she touched my face and shook her head.

‘Not in the uniform.’

Our orgasms made us close our eyes to one another and her fingers bit into my shoulders. The stolen urgency was rocket fuel to our nervous systems as we shuddered together. We were a languid, soft eyed knot of tangled underwear and tender flesh.

 

Chapter 8

She dropped me off outside the hotel before she drove around to the staff car park. Ben sauntered up the steps beside me. He had an affable grin and his t-shirt was inside out.

‘Good night?’

There were black circles of fatigue beneath his eyes. He nodded.

‘Is she working today?’

He nodded and then smirked at me.

‘I didn’t sleep.’

A clap on his shoulder and a grin made him stand up and smile at me.

‘A gentleman keeps it to himself.’

He nodded as he looked through the hotel. He rubbed his stomach and suggested breakfast.

Terry omitted the bruise at his temple as he sipped his coffee. A cold, hard stare and then he turned and made conversation with one student.

 

CHAPTER 9

My phone pinged with notifications that people had placed orders for the additional materials and courses.

‘Thought you’d LEFT.’

She brought me over coffee.

‘I’m in no hurry.’

She grinned.

‘It’s strange to look at you and not get to touch you.’

She shrugged as she shook her head.

Something came to her and she was about to speak when a customer caught her eye and she rolled her eyes for my benefit. A quiet glow of pleasure went through me as I scrawled a brief message on a napkin and folded it beneath the plate. Our eyes met across the room. She gave a slow wink before she carried on taking the order of the elderly couple who peered at the menu with a fragile intensity.

Packing was brief, resting my case on the undisturbed bed as the sunlight reflected off the water glass with the napkin still artfully arranged inside it.

Terry was arguing with the receptionist as I set the key card on the counter. He looked me up and down before he shook his head and returned to jabbing his index finger at the receptionist again. She had a resigned expression on her face and a pang of sympathy went through me.

‘Namaste.’ I said.

It’s amazing how even spiritual sentiment can sound like fuck you if you intend it accordingly.

With his left hand below the field of vision of the receptionist, he raised a hand.

‘John. A moment of your time,’ he said.

I shook my head again and walked outside.

He hurried towards me and as we stood outside; the cigarettes came out.

‘I didn’t really feel you were present with the guys this weekend.’

Inhaling the smoke as Andrea’s observations returned to me, then a brief nod to acknowledge the statement.

‘I’ve been refining things a little. Trying to make it less about me, and more about them.’

He winced and shook his head.

 

‘These manlets don’t pay to make it about them. We validate them, your -’ he pointed his index finger at me. ‘personal brand, my personal brand is what they pay for.’ he said

‘Then tell them to spend their money on a good pizza and a fleshlight if that’s really what you think.’ I said.

He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes as he sucked on the cigarette. He patted me on the shoulder and I bit back the flinch that came to me.

‘John, has the little tough girl got inside your head? Thought we’d trained that out of you?’

My eyes narrowed as I turned to face him.

‘Terry. I defend you to the hilt,’

He smirked and my hands balled into fists. Terry was tall and lean, with overlong grey hair and a beard so he could appropriate that fuckable swami look. A vision of his beard matted with his blood flashed before my eyes, but it passed before it seduced me.

‘John, all that matters is what you produce. You’re sleepwalking through this shit and it hurts all of us.’

My eyes narrowed.

‘You know her?’

His eyes widened and he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed like a Yoyo.

‘Who?’

A slight crack in his voice.

‘So, did you fuck her or try to fuck her?’

He raised his eyebrows and clapped me on the shoulder again.

‘John, the problem with sleepwalking is that you’re never sure of where you might wake up. That attitude is a direct path to the land of wind and ghosts.’

My grimace at the casual, lazy appropriation he used did not sway him.

‘Hey.’ He grinned. ‘You’ll come back, no matter what barriers you put up.’

He lifted his arms to hug me, but my expression stopped him.

‘Namaste, Terry. See you soon,’

He lowered his arms and flicked his hair back as he nodded.

‘We will see, John. A lot can happen between one moment and the next.’

He walked back inside, the cigarette stub still lit where he had tossed it aside. With the heel of my shoe, I ground it out, finding a grim measure of satisfaction in it.

Sympathetic magic, but it occurred to me that sometimes you can confuse the heel and the cigarette.

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere by Dahlia Bliss Chapter 5 – 6. NSFW

CHAPTER 5
We had to crouch close to shower. My hand washed between her legs, but she told me with a shy smile she was still tender. She looked up at me with my cock in her left hand as she raised herself on her toes as she kissed me. I whispered that was enough, and the light danced across her eyes, making my heart thrum once again.
She made steak and eggs with a towel wrapped around her as she spoke about her next fight. Jennifer Edwards, from New Mexico and had come up with a record of four wins and one loss.
‘She’s a wrestler. And my ground game is awful.’
The fight was in six weeks; she was doing extra shifts at the hotel, training, eating and sleeping.
‘So I’m your guilty pleasure.’
She gave a terse laugh as she rolled her eyes.
‘Guilty over what?’
She flipped the steaks over.
‘There’s what, one hundred guys, I don’t know how many speakers, and you-’
She pointed the tongs to me.
‘-Are here. I don’t think either of us should feel guilty.’
She spun back around and reached for the eggs from the refrigerator.
‘I agree with you.’
I moved closer and my hands rested on her hips as she cooked.

She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.
She dished everything up between us onto two plates and she found glasses. We ate on the floor.
The steak was tender and the eggs were vibrant with the simple addition of a pinch of sage.
She popped the last cube of her steak into her mouth and chewed.
‘Why do you put up with Terry?’
My mouth was full of chewed steak so a frown sufficed until a mouthful of water chased it down.
‘He’s been a mentor.’
She cocked her head to one side with brows drawn together, as she took a gulp of water.
‘Don’t you feel you’ve outgrown him?’
I held the last forkful of eggs before my lips as my eyes narrowed.
‘He looked out for me.’
That made her laugh.
‘Looks like he stopped but forgot to tell you. He looks like the type who’ll sucker punch a guy, you know?’
She jabbed her fork at me.
‘Loyalty is admirable, but it’s a two-way street.’
My fork went onto the plate and I folded my hands on my lap.
‘Yes, but he’s helped people. Including me,’
She sat back, resting on her arms and cocking her head to one side.
‘Sure but these guys are paying you to do what their dads should have done.’
I gave a brief nod before I continued.
‘A lot of dads aren’t doing the job they’re meant to.’
She bit her lip and looked away as she rubbed her palms over the towel across her thighs.
‘I’m sorry. That’s rude.’
I breathed in through my nose as my eyes shut for a moment. My temples throbbed as my fingers pinched the bridge of my nose. Then, my gaze lifted and a smile crossed my face as she waited for my reaction.
‘I don’t take offence.’
My smile reassured her.
‘I don’t care.’
Her eyes glowed as we moved towards one another.

CHAPTER 6
She reached to touch my cock, resting it in her palm before she squeezed. She circled her fingers around the head and rocked it back and forth. It swelled beneath her touch as she squeezed me.
‘That’s it, slut.’
She groaned and asked me to hold her throat a little tighter.
I gripped her neck and pulled her forward to kiss me.
She nipped my top lip, which drew out a grunt of pleasure.
‘Don’t do that, slut.’
She gasped as her fingers squeezed me.
‘What will you do?’
.She gave me a pleading look and my nod made her grin with elated surprise.
‘Would you spank me?’
She let the towel drop away. My cock throbbed at the sight of her firm ass.
The corners of her mouth flickered upwards.
‘We’ll see what you can manage.’
My fingers took her hair in my left hand, pulling it taut. My right hand came back and swung it downward. It was a good slap, one that tingled your palm as you hit. She gasped and then laughed, swearing underneath her breath as she nodded.
She dared me to do it again.
The next blow stung my palm
She laughed and pushed back against my hand.
‘I think you should use your fingers on me.’
She gasped as she looked into my eyes.
‘Please.’
Flexing my fingers took the ache out of my palm as she breathed through the sensation, flexing her thighs as she lifted her ass up higher.
‘Open your knees and put your shoulders to the floor.’
Her mouth hung open as her chest heaved with each breath as she looked at me. She lowered herself to the floor and my fingers parted her. She gasped again as my index finger slid forward and she pushed back. My palm turned towards the floor as she came forward, whimpering against my touch.
She pulsed against my fingers as they danced in small circles around her clit that made her gasp.
She broke the reverie to ask me to pull her hair again. She told me not to stop with my hand and lifted her hips to draw my fingers deeper. Her hair was damp and heavy in my hands as more of it wrapped around my fingers. She squeezed and the contraction sucked my fingers forward.
She lifted her head up and pushed back against me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth had gone slack. She moaned and her pussy flooded with her arousal and the spot beneath my fingers swelled.
‘I will come.’
She shuddered as her breath came in shorter bursts. She grew more restless as she bucked against my fingers.
When she lifted her head, her face had tightened into a mask of anticipation. She shuddered as she rode the pleasure was within her. Without that restraint; she moved with a power that challenged my authority over her. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she gasped as she shook out the pleasure.
She collapsed against the futon with a sigh of contentment. She swore again, then laughed with relief as she rolled onto her back and sighed.
‘That was different.’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
She raked the damp hair away from her face as she looked at me.
She grinned as she got up and planted a small, soft kiss on my cheek.
She patted the futon beside her. She rolled onto her side and put her left hand on my abdomen as she stroked the fur on my stomach.
‘I will serve you now.’ she said.
She moved her hand up to stroke my left nipple again. She pushed the bar through the flesh and then pulled it back again. She grinned as she then moved to the right and repeated the gesture.
‘You’re quite a few firsts for me, tonight.’
I looked down at where she was playing with my nipples.
‘I’ve never tuned like a radio before.’
She looked shocked for a second, but then she saw my expression and laughed.
‘You’re such a dick.’
She brought her fingers up to my mouth and kissed them.
‘They get tender if you rub them too much.’
She chuckled again, and then she got up and my eyes closed. Her warm breath stirred the hair on my chest before her lips wrapped around my left nipple. She pushed the bar with her tongue. It was a pleasant sensation that made me bring my hand up to hold her hair again.
‘They’re fucking sexy.’
She took the condom and unwrapped it. She turned it over between the fingers of her left hand as her right hand circled the base of my cock.
She rolled it onto my cock with a swift, careful motion of her fingers.
She straddled me and took my cock in her hand as she guided it between her thighs. She dipped her hips to take me inside her. Her hands settled on my shoulders and she took me. She shut her eyes, trusting to the call of her body. The muscles in her stomach and hips flexed and strained as she swept and bobbed her hips in a descending circle as she teased out her arousal.
She became vocal as she reached her own orgasm.She drove her hips downward. My orgasm began in my hips and thighs, rising upwards to coil up my spine with each earnest thrust. She touched my face and her mouth twisted as she squeezed me.
Everything went white and a series of wrenching throbs made me lift my hips as she tilted her head back with her eyes shut as she gave a deep groan.
She sat there, her face closed to me as my senses returned. Her hands were warm on my shoulders and she took her left hand to rake her hair away from her face as she leaned forward.
‘You’re a regular Johnny on the spot.’
‘But I like it.’

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere – Chapter 3 – 4 by Dahlia Bliss

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CHAPTER 3

I took them through a warmup, got their energy flowing and told them they were to show unsentimental compassion and a sense of direction. No routine, just to hold a belief the same way that you would cup a candle flame to keep it from the wind.

Freddy just wanted to hang out. Jimmy never came back. Ben stood with me and we started talking to a group which included someone I recognised. Leaning over, I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

‘You’ve got to project your best self.’

The other woman from the coffee shop. I saw her before Ben did. With her hair down and the weary resignation of work lifted from her face, she smiled when she saw him and I let him walk towards her.

‘Wait, wasn’t this the…’

Turning around, there was Andrea, sipping from a tumbler as she looked at Ben. Then I caught her eye.

‘Hey.’

Ben blustered and the woman stepped forward as she raised her hands.

‘I never said he was an asshole.’

Andrea’s eyes settled on me. She smiled as I took a slight step forward. Her eyes widened, but she did not flinch even as I stood in front of her.

‘I’m the asshole here.’

She laughed and winked at me, brushing a lock of hair back behind her left ear.

‘It’s healthy that you admit it. It saves time later.’

Her friend shook her head and crossed her arms.

‘I’m sorry about her. She can be an asshole sometimes too.’

Andrea waved her off.

‘Hey, we’re all assholes,’ Ben said.

He gave a quick nod and I winked back.

Andrea came forward, her face softening as she punched him on the shoulder.

‘Sorry. Just fucking with you. Here for the seminar?’

He looked at me and I nodded. She leaned forward and told her name was Lizzie, before he nodded and smiled.

She flicked a glance to Andrea, who lifted her chin.

I turned to Andrea and she shook her head as she spoke to me.

‘Is this what I think it is?’

I leaned forward to explain what was going on and she swore under her breath as she shook her head and pointed past me.

‘It’s ok, we get them a few times a year.’

Terry played the wingman with a student. I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere so I could hear her. She looked at Lizzie, who was smiling and touching Ben on his upper arm as he spoke to her.

‘I think they’ll be all right without us.’

She cocked her head to one side and squinted at me.

‘You can vouch for him, right?’

He turned his head to flash a simple grin in my direction.

I told her he was decent. She leaned back and appraised him before turning back to me. Her eyes were dark and wet as she took a pull at her glass. She ran her lips over one another and my eyes wandered over the pulse in her throat and the lean sculpture of her shoulders.

Her expression made me feel heavy and thick.

‘How do you know all this?’

She shrugged her shoulders as she leaned forward and her breasts shifted beneath her vest. She let me watch as her mouth came to my ear.

‘Why do you care?’

My eyes flashed to Terry, who had turned to see me speaking to Andrea. My throat squeezed back the stab of frustration that came up. She turned her head and saw him. He shook his head, with his lips pressed together and his nostrils flaring before he turned to address the small group hanging on his every word.

‘You aren’t friends with him.’

I shook my head. But there were attendees around. Gossip is our enemy, in this business, as it strips respect and authority. Even he didn’t deserve that. She put her hand up as she nodded in recognition.

‘You’re being a class act about it. I get it.’

Nodding and thanking her as she gestured towards the bar, I didn’t want to draw his eye. But then, one of his students was at her right elbow as she turned around. He was short, but his eyes remained fixated upon her.

‘Your energy drew me.’

Andrea sighed, putting her hands up and rooting him to the spot with a hard glare.

‘Thank you. I don’t want to be rude.’

He squinted, but when he spoke, his voice was rich.

‘I get a sense that you’re carrying a lot of potential energy within you.’

She groaned, folding her arms across her chest

‘ We’re talking.’

His face remained in the same slack expression as he continued to work the routine, unable or unwilling to realise his pedestrian error.

‘Well, sort of talk to me now.’

She gave a cynical laugh. I winced as he glanced backwards to Terry.

Stepping forward, my right hand rose to his shoulder.

‘You’re being too stiff.’

He blinked before grinning at the pair of us and walking away.

She didn’t laugh, watching him dart back towards the group of students and Terry, who looked down at him as he gave feedback. Andrea turned around and urged me to the bar.

She ordered sparkling water and I had a single malt as we watched Ben and Lizzie chatting. They were mirroring one another.

‘Does this ever strike you as creepy, John?’

My eyes settled back on her.

‘Who else shows men how to socialise?‘

She winced, shaking her head.

‘Is that what it is?’

Looking away from me, she took a drink and groaned.

‘Things like these treat women as test subjects.’

A small sip of the whisky warmed my throat as I considered her words.

‘It’s the men here who are the test subjects. It’s when they don’t learn how to do this that the problems start.’

She grimaced again, leaning against the bar and blowing the hair out of her eyes.

As my glass rested against my lips, I studied her over the rim.

‘I doubt you’ve ever been a target in your life.’

She rolled her eyes.

‘You’re a regular johnny on the spot, aren’t you?’

My smile remained in place.

‘Smooth talker.’

My lips curled into an affable grin.

‘I’m just present.’

She smirked and took a swallow of her drink.

‘I’m not saying I don’t like it though.’

She looked over her shoulder.

‘These guys need supervision?’

My eyes found Ben, the others were out of sight, and as he looked between the two of us, he broke into a wide grin before turning back to Lizzie.

Shaking my head, I asked what she had in mind. She said she didn’t live far.

CHAPTER 4

The streets were full, but she navigated the crowds, pulling me further from the bar. My phone rang, but it was Terry, so I did not answer it. She turned around, gesturing to my pocket.

‘Do you need to get that?’

I shook my head and smiled, stepping closer to let someone pass. As she fished into the pocket of her jeans for her keys, my lips formed the excuse that it was work, and I was not at work. She smiled and shrugged..

‘It’s cool.’

She took the stairs to her apartment on the second floor two at a time. I took the stairs, to watch the firm sway of her as she unlocked the door and bounced inside.

The door caught the flat of my hand as I stepped through, sending an echo through the space. She had stripped and stained the floorboards and there were only a few pictures on the wall, black and white glossy photographs of physiques shining with perspiration.

She pulled a well used French press from the drying rack, measured out the grounds into the carafe, and boiled water in an electric kettle. She stirred the coffee and set it aside to brew as she got out two mugs and set them between us with economic gestures.

She plunged and poured the rich smelling liquid as I asked if she’d studied the career I’d chosen and she chuckled under her breath.

‘We like guys who are men asking us out.’

I narrowed my eyes, but I could not keep up the facade as I laughed at her words.

‘It’s difficult for most people, Andrea, unless you have it within yourself.’

She passed me my coffee; her knuckles brushing against my fingers. Our eyes met and she took a step backwards as she picked up her own cup and gestured behind me. Stepping past me, her hip bumped mine and again, we looked at one another.

She unfolded a rolled futon as the rest of the room stole my attention.

There were books on shelves and a heavy bag bolted to the ceiling. Beneath that, a swiss ball and a rolled up mat. She sat down and brought her knees up to her chest, crossing her ankles.

Tilting her head back to look up at me, she asked me to take off my shoes before I sat down across from her.

‘So, do you only train here?’

She shook her head. No one else paid her rent. She fought four times a year now, but the sponsor only covered the gym and her equipment. Good pads and driving to fights ate up the rest. So she did shifts at the hotel and trained.  Her world was small and pure. She puzzled at that with a wobble of her head.

‘You’re working with an asshole, though.’

I chuckled at that and gestured to her.

‘That would be your opinion.’

She grimaced and waved me off.

‘He’s a fucking asshole. I know assholes and he’s one of them.’

My hands came together.

‘I recognise that.’

She leaned against the doorway, her forehead furrowed as she appraised me.

‘It’s not as fun as it used to be.’

She looked around the room.

‘Name one thing that is.’

A sigh of relief escaped me as the muscles in my jaw unclenched. There was the release that came from demonstrating a candid authority onstage, done so often that it was mechanical, and then there were these moments.

‘I’ve been doing this awhile. I can tell you how it’s developed,’

She gave a slight smile. Her eyes fell to the watch on my wrist and the buffed shine on my wingtips.

‘I cared about the work rather than the result. Money wasn’t the thing for me, it sits in my bank, sometimes I spend it or I don’t.’

A pang of regret stabbed at my insides, but the unburdening was a wonderful feeling.

‘Even that’s faded. I’ve helped many people, and now it’s all starting to feel as it did when I was helping CEOs not feel too guilty about laying people off to make the stock prices jump two fucking points. I can do it, but I don’t feel it. Not anymore.’

My tongue ran across my teeth, the release of speaking my truth made my hands shake so they came together, palm to palm as the energy of it surged through me.

‘I want to captain my ship rather than help other people sail theirs.’

She was silent, but feeling filled her eyes with empathy as she nodded.

‘I know where I’m trying to get to.’

She brought her hand to the back of her neck. Her eyes flickered towards me as I asked where that was.

‘Fighting,’.

I looked at her.

‘Is it just you?’

She shook her head as she smirked, keeping her hand to the back of her neck and leaning forward. Her fingers found the right spot of muscle and she smiled with relief.

She continued to move her fingertips against the ridge of muscle in her neck.

I laughed and told her about the trapped nerve I’d caught helping someone with a mobility scooter stuck on a travelator.

‘We all have pain,’ she said.

‘Can I help?’

She shrugged and said sure as she got onto her knees and came forward. I rolled up my sleeves and stretched out my fingers.

My heartbeat drummed in my ears as my fingertips smoothed over her neck and shoulders.

Black script that resembled a mandala covered her upper back. It was mesmerising, dense with detail that begged for my attention.

‘It’s a magic tattoo.’

My fingers slipped the hem of her vest up so I could see the entire tattoo. There was a set of simian features amidst a dense crop of black spirals that spread outwards.

‘Hanuman,’ I said.

She turned her head and her grin made my heart flip in my chest.

‘See, that’s it.’

Her voice was breathy as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

‘That’s what?’

‘You know.’

She pressed back against me. My hands wandered back up her neck, as my mouth went dry with lust at the play of her muscles beneath her skin. She whimpered when my fingers found the right spot on her neck. Then she sat up as she squared her shoulders..

‘You’ve done this before.’

She pushed herself back, closer to me.

‘I might have.’

She laughed as she lowered her chin to her chest and brushed her hair upwards.

‘You’re stronger than you look.’

My fingers danced down over her ribs, making her shiver and sigh. The skin on her arms prickled with gooseflesh and my mouth came to her ear, my lips brushing against her earlobe.

‘You have no fucking idea.’

She brought her head up and turned to one side, sticking her tongue out at me.

‘Yeah, right? Those are show muscles, I bet. Lots of arm curls, so you can wear tight t-shirts at the club.’

A chuckle prompted my fingers to press into the meat of her shoulders, moving in small circles.

‘You bloody watched me.’

She laughed again.

‘I did.’

There was a light in her eyes and a tough grin that made my cock stir. My hands smoothed up either side of her neck and my right hand cupped her chin. She turned around a little as my mouth came to her ear.

‘I get the sense that you want to ask me for something.’

She nodded, licking her lips.

‘I needed to make sure you weren’t a dick.’

My chuckle made her shiver.

‘Well, not a total dick.’

My lips brushed against the top of her ear.

‘Just enough of one.’

She sighed and gave a short, delighted laugh. She shut her eyes and shook her head.

‘It’s that fucking accent. I swear.’

My heartbeat thumped in my head.

‘Just the accent?’

She shut her eyes for a second before she looked at me. Her expression; open and dark.

‘I could massage your ego here, John, but that’s not what I want.’

‘Tell me.’

She looked at my hands, over my chest, settling on my face.

She shut her eyes.

‘I want you to take charge.’

‘What’s your safe word?’

She grinned and leaned forward, lobbed a lazy punch on my left shoulder as she bit her lip.

‘Hanuman.’

My fingers wrapped around her hair and pulled hard, which made her eyes fly open.

There were eager stabs of her lips and tongue against mine before she found my nipples and the concern made itself felt in the slight twitch of her mouth. Her fingers caressed my chest. My teeth bit into her lip. She groaned. My grip on her hair forced her head back as my lips trailed down her neck. My nose filled with the subtle tang of her musk and my right hand rested on her hip.

She swallowed as she shifted and pushed her crotch against me.

She exhaled through her nose, biting her lower lip.

‘There’s only one way you will make me stay still.’

My grip on her hair tightened.

‘I can think of one.’

She gasped, pulling her hand over mine.

‘Harder, please.’

She breathed in sharp little bursts.

She laid down and raised her chin.

‘Unzip yourself. I want to see your pussy.’

My voice sounded dark and low to my ears and her mouth twisted with pleasure.

My palm pressed against her collarbone and she laid down, her eyes glowing with desire

‘You will come all over my fingers, do you understand?’

She nodded as much as she could against my hand.

She undid her jeans with unsteady fingers.

‘Pull them down. Now.’

She went to shake her head, but a tug of her hair and her eyes glazed over with delight. She lifted her hips and slipped her jeans down her legs, kicking them off.

I wrapped the length of her hair around my hand, yanking it once more. She swore as she grinned.

‘What about my underwear?’

My gaze fell, then wandered up to her eyes again.

‘Take them down but not off.’

She sighed and pushed her panties down over her hips, revealing a slight line of stars that ran across her pelvis and a pattern of Fleur Des Lys at the top of her right thigh. My fingertips stroked across the thin scrub of ebony hair above her pussy and she sighed.

One finger slipped down and forward, plunging into the wet warmth of her. She pushed against me and my grip tightened as I pulled it back. The tip of my index finger whispered against her clit. She made a soft choking cry that sent a shiver up my spine.

The tender flesh of her pussy was slick with her pleasure. She arched against my hand. Her thighs fluttered with tension. She whimpered as her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clutched against the futon.

Her breathing came in ragged blasts, and her skin was hot and damp where it touched mine. Her face was tight and shut to me as she pumped her hips in rapid succession before she cried out and her eyes snapped open.

She clamped her hand over my wrist and shook her head before she collapsed back against the mattress. She let out a deep sigh and my right hand drew away from her pussy. My fingers were damp and I flexed them to ease the cramp that had pooled in my wrist.

She looked into my eyes and brought her hand to rest over my grip, loosening in her hair. She blinked, licked her lips and grinned at me. Then she swallowed as she tilted her head back to gaze at me.

I undressed with care, making theatre with my intention. Her chest rose and her cheeks flushed with heat as her tongue ran over her lips, her eyes drawing up and down my body.

‘That’s interesting.’

She chuckled and shook her head at my frown.

‘No, you’re uncut,’ she said. ‘I’ve not been with a guy who’s uncut before.’

My eyes fell to where my cock hung between my thighs, heavy with arousal. Then my hand returned to tangle into the back of her hair.

‘You will suck my uncut cock, Andrea.’

She whimpered as I forced her forward.

She stroked me, rolling my foreskin back as she sighed, her breath hot and moist on the tip.

She bucked against me, looking up at me, daring me until my grip on her hair tightened enough to make her wince.

Guiding my cock into her open mouth, her eager tongue swirled around the tip before her lips closed around it. An ache pooled in my hips and thighs.

As my hips thrust forward, she groaned and the hum of her mouth whipped my head back as the muscles around my cock contracted in small, rapid bursts of vibration.

She worked me with her mouth, eyes focussed on my expressions as she wrestled her tongue and lips around the head of my cock with a gusto that forced me deep into her throat. She wretched when the head hit the back of her throat and her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away.

My orgasm was inevitable and as my cock pumped into her hot, gulping throat, she kept her nose pressed against my pubic hair.

She slipped my cock from between her lips. Her lips glistened with my cum as my hand stroked her cheek.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  Something unchecked was in her eyes. It punched me in the heart.

She sat up and we kissed. The salty taste of me mingled with her saliva until it passed and we drew apart to catch our breath.

‘Are you hungry?’