Reckless by Renee Rain

a nervous wreck I had been over the past months. Knowing that I would rarely- if ever see Rome again gave me a degree of peace.  Really, I was drowning in debt from my self-prescribed shopping therapy and needed to do something before I was faced with garnishments.
    I scrolled through my phone. I saw a text message from a friend Tearny. She was younger than me, but we found that we were both from the same area when she did an internship with my company while I was doing some audits in Atlanta. I was surprised that she would be in town. I heard through the gossip line at work that she had shown up a couple times with bruises on her arms. I reached out to her a few times, but she always acted like everything was fine. I replied that she should call me when she got in town.
    I proceeded to my contact list. When I got to the eighth letter of the alphabet, I took a deep breath. I  started the car and prayed that no one would answer as I pressed ‘call’.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Club Amoré
    The ways of my mind despite me,
    I walk in prayer, but sin is so enticing.
    Turbulence in my heart won’t let me stay put,
    So I walk this path though it does me no good.
    Flesh on flesh is a feeling that consumes,
    Momentary pleasures I cannot refuse.
    The warmth of his breath opens my soul,
    The look in his eyes shows me his goal.
    The pleasure of his strokes: long, full and strong,
    The wetness I expel lets him know he can go on.
    For him, I’m always ready and wanting lots more,
    New night, new adventure and now ready to explore.
    Many draw near and love to adore,
    Something attracts them- What? Not sure.
    Perhaps it’s the face- all innocent and such,
    Maybe it’s the way I walk and switch my butt.
    They never understand why I love Club Amoré,
    Sex without strings when you walk in the door.
    Her husband adores me and in lust he will devour,
    His wife adores her- she feels her pussy is power.
    No judgment in your fantasy while at Club Amoré,
    Where you can be an angel or be a devil’s whore.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    About The Author:
    Renee Rain
    Well, this is my first printed story! I hope they only get better after this!
    I am a wife, a mother and a professional by day (No really I’m a wife and mother all the time). Writing is something that I have always loved doing as a past time. A couple of friends told me a while ago that I should have my material published so others can read. So here it is!
     
    There are a couple ways to correspond with
    Renee Rain:
    Website: www.ReneeRain.com
    Or
    Renee Rain
    PO Box 1873
    Jonesboro, GA 30237