After Dinner

Are you spent after dinner? If you're wondering the pieces from SMOKE are set in a different time period because so is the book... Can you guess which era? 

Here's another from SMOKE! Can you figure out how many characters there are? I've given you most of them! Everything I've been giving you is extra content... The book is already written.

Enjoy!

Kisses, m. 

After Dinner

After dinner.

I'm spent.

Wanting a cigarette.

They've all packed up.

I'm wasted away on the bed.

Thinking of sneaking a smoke.

It's been at least nine years since I smoked one.

Gaps of time and cocktails.

Babies and an affair with the neighbor's husband.

All evening it transpired.

The looks of love across the room.

A man that appears to be the same one I married. 

I love him.

Two beautiful children.

I'm so ashamed but I love him.

I don't know if it's love or boredom.

The thing that makes me want another.

My brain circles in wonder as Rich sends the neighbors away.

I think of his spare smokes in the back of the nightstand.

Cheap. quick. resolution.

A long cool drag.

He's still downstairs.

Lost on the past.

It's intersecting my future.

We're going to Paris.

Always what I want.

It's grown old.

Boring.

Like him always agreeing.

I think him screwing his secretary might be exciting.

I love him but it's routine.

I'd like him to come upstairs

And catch me.

Smoking.

Yell.

Get excited.

Turn him on with a switch.

Set his passion on fire.

Forget the kids

Grab me.

Kiss me.

Tell me how much I remind him of the bad girl who made him quit smoking.

Let my mind wander. 

Take in the smell of his shirts.

I want to tell him how the other touches me.

I want him to touch me that way.

Lonely housewife and she's hungry for her husband.

But here, he won't.

Won't climb those stairs passionately.

Won't hold me.

Won't touch me.

He'll kiss my forehead. 

Tell me how great I was.

Such a wonderful wife.

Disregard the smoke and new garters.

He's Spent. 

House a mess.

Tell me to take myself a rest.

After Dinner. 

Block

You don't get blocked in writing... You get motivated by life and use it! Here's another from SMOKE!

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Block.

The smoke twirls around the room.

My busted head hurts 

And I can't think straight.

Blocked up tight.

No inspiration.

There's no way she's coming round.

Angela I call her

But the dames' name is Gina.

Gina Reynolds.

Her old man has a car dealership.

She wants him dead.

I just want a story.

Damn writers never learn.

We get mixed up with the wrong birds and then get smoked.

Smoke. 

Around the room.

My editor tells me this is the last time I can miss deadline.

Or I'm dead.

Dead.

Dead and gone. 

Just like Angela's old man.

Except there's no chance of him coming back 

And there's only a chance I'm not marked.

A marked man with a story to tell.

Some men don't tell stories 

Especially the ones that don't breathe.

I'm breathing a lot slower than I used to.

Blocked up waiting for release.

Writing for my life. 

Planning for my demise.

Angela won't miss her old man but she might miss me.

But will she? 

I'm nobody she needs mucking up her life.

A beat writer that smokes too much and drinks too much.

Singing my blues I'm still thinking about my blocked up brain.

Another cigarette doesn't change that my hours are numbered. 

Wishing Angela were here in my arms kissing me

Singing to me

"Lover be still"

And still I am.

I swear I'm destined to scream 

While waiting impatiently

To see that sweet angel cross my doorstep 

And I know what I need to do to have her in my arms every day...

Break him.

Kill him.

End that pile of man she swore forever too

Killing...

Is the easiest of things to a writer.

Conspiring.

Deciding an alibi.

All I can do is take a drag because of this...

Block.

Perfection

Perfection. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder... If something is perfect then you should never change a thing about it. You shouldn't have to alter anything for its true beauty to show through... Love yourself! Here's another blur from SMOKE!

Enjoy! 

Kisses, m.

Perfection

Perfection.

A single cigarette.

Waiting. 

Wondering.

Watching.

It's my idea of perfect. 

Waiting to give him pleasure.

After a long day he's wasted more time.

Time & minutes I can count as the cigarette ashes fall to the ground.

Silently I listen to the sound of smoke.

Filling the air.

Touching my bare skin.

Goose flesh.

Hard nipples. 

Nothing like being bare waiting for his touch.

Bad wig.

No need.

I'm taking it off. 

Taking it all off for his pleasure. 

The cool air dances across my skin.

I watch the infrared glow of the lights in the darkroom.

I've left the door ajar.

Carried away thinking of him.

Film can wait for developing.

The flavor in my mouth can't wait.

Tasting him with his favorite smoke in my mouth.

Thinking of his hands running across my ass makes me wonder how long I've been waiting.

When I think I've been waiting far too long. 

I know it's not long enough. 

The clock is still ticking up to six.

Tick. Tock.

Hips rock.

Legs shake.

Can't wait.

So I sit.

The seat of his chair is cool.

Soft to the touch of my legs.

Anticipation.

Take a drag.

And rest.

Just my smoke.

Circling.

Leaning back I think of his smile.

That dirty grin that lets me know he's in.

He's in. 

Deep in my mind.

Just watching for me to react.

I can't help but react.

Wanting the one thing that makes my heart jump. 

Him.

His fingers touching my bare skin. 

Sliding them gently up my legs until they reach my ass and spine. 

Once he circles my breasts I remind him with my mouth that the pleasure is all mine. 

All mine to please him. 

Pleasing him with my hands across his waist. 

My lips trailing across his neckline. 

Removing his clothes to nurture his tired body

Letting my hands wander downward along his chest until they find home.

My free hand is already occupied thinking and wanting his body.

Outside movements stir and shake my mind back to now.

My body knows. 

The sound of the key in the door

Sends shivers up my spine.

A quiver in my lip.

I hold back from running over to greet him.

Wait for that grin.

The sheer pleasure of watching him walk into the room and look at me with his hair slightly covering his face...

Perfection.

Recline

Smoke... A little about it? The series is written from multi-characters and it has a different structure than my previous work. And yes, this time I did not immerse myself in the process of creating characters. Typically developing characters beyond who I am... well I become them. So I didn't. The pieces are written in micro style and poetry. I'm not sure how it will be received except so far the reception has been positive. Only I do have to say to my favorite smokers... It is not a dark book or personal at all. There are lighter pieces instead of only dark. Yet I've mostly only given you the darkness. Here is another light one that is a 400 written from a male perspective. My apologies! Love & light! Be well! 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Recline

She's open.

Wide open. 

Legs. 

Arms. 

Mouth. 

Eyes.

I'm closed.

Closed off. 

Hands tight. 

Neck tight. 

Chest tight.

Head pounding.

Mind closed.

Slammed shut. 

This time when I get home she wants it.

A piece of me. 

I can't even think straight when I see her.

Her lips spread part with a sigh of anticipation.

Quivering she lifts her lips out of a pout.

Long slender fingers wrapped around an old cigarette of mine. 

She doesn't smoke but it reminds her of how I taste.
Lips remain slightly parted as she slinks up out of the chair and over without her robe. 

Stupid man that I am, I've wasted the day actually thinking about work. 

All day she's been thinking about me. 

A slight shift in her hip against mine tells me I need to kiss her.
Tells me I need to kiss that sweet mouth back 

Movements remind me to slide my hands across her ass. 

I want to do more than kiss and touch her but my mind wants to spin. 

It's ahead of me. 

I'm already reclining in the chair with her hands on my belt. 

Smoking on my cheap cigarettes while she works on my waistline. 

Thinking of work. 

Quickly she pulls on my belt bringing me back to the present. 

Naked and blowing smoke in my face

She decides she can't wait any longer. 

Hot kiss quenches my parched mouth. 

Instinctively I grab her legs and pull her up closer.

Hot and smooth I can feel her skin vibrate beneath my touch.

Releasing my kiss she takes command. 

Dropping the smokes and putting them out with a shift of her heel she proceeds to

Take me by the hands.

She leads and pulls. 

No words are exchanged as she does what she wants with me.

I’m enjoying letting go.

Opening up to her.

I let her take over removing my shirt and pants gently. 

Rubbing my neck and back she massages away the pain. 

She desires my pleasure in this moment.

Precious creature isn't worried about getting anything in return.
Her mouth slinks downward and against my neckline. 

Her fingers reach up as she kisses my face.

Her breathing sounds are stimulating.

She continues to heal my wounded body with her movements.

Their gentleness guides me toward the chair.

Without saying a word she presses me downward into my favorite position and says... 

Recline.