Shhh...I Have A Secret. Let's make a Deal. You don't whisper my Dirty Little Secrets and I let you in my life. How about it? Let's pinkie promise.
This is a world where your Mama would scold at you. Your Papa would fuss at you in outrage because of the 'actions' your little baby girl or the apple of his eye...his little daughter willingly being on display. Just dirty, dirty actions that should be lectured for her dirty ways.
But what if you had no choice? What if that's all you had to do to survive...
The life of a Stripper.
Yet... I have taken interest in this man, this man that I have come across. Truth be told, in all honesty...l can strip that pole like nobody's business and likewise, I do love my boys Hot, Masculine but sure enough, Dangerous.
I am right now sneaking glances under my mascara lashes in his direction and despite myself I know that's a big 'No, No' in the crush department. He has bad boy qualities of being pompous, overly confident and he has All Eyes On Me. Yet Mama always told me, "O' my child, all bad boys are dangerous. Dangerous like an addict of sin. Stay away from them"
Temptation...
Urges...
Sweet tantalization...
I see secrets, I see mystery and I can touch the barriers of excitement. O' what fun! This man, Hunter Rogue, he has something to hide. Something risky and he will do anything to keep it hidden.
Even putting his enemies six feet under. I wonder, when it comes down to it and I reveal all his little white lies...What will he do to me?
Kill? Murder? Threaten? Keeping me held hostage?
Call me crazy, call me a stalker, nick-name me a loon. Don't matter...
I love Danger like no other.
The hunt is on, the game is on... What if his little white lies are not so little after all...
What if a pinkie promise won't do it? Who will Strip Tease so far to "Shush" the lies under the ground?
Remember, you made a promise - If you don't keep it, "Lier, lier, lier, pants on fire...''
Lust, Chase and Deep Dark Secrets [Read On If You Can]
Warning: Mature audiences only.
"I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin.
"I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body.
I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money.
"How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes.
"Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections.
"Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly,
quickly eliminating that possibility.
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Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless?
Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.