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Journal Entry: Mon Apr 18, 2016, 11:26 AM


Hello my loves....

Well, other than my birthday, April has been pretty chill thus far. some days are good, some days are meh. My birthday was pretty slick, but I have had so many other things on my mind. I always wonder just what direction my life is eventually going to go in. I have a really bad habit of looking back, wondering where in the hell did I go wrong, because in all honesty, i am not exactly where I want to be.  It's not an age thing, it's a state of mind thing

I always thought that I would still be in DC , and living it up. Unfortunately, I only found out that family and friendship have their conditions, and no matter how much you pay them for rent, help clean up their house, stay out of their way, and clean up their dog's shit, they still want you out, especially females.  As ar a relationships are concerned, I am very convinced that there is no guy that can share in all my different interest, I don't want kids, and I cannot be controlled. I also don't like to be smothered. When you write as much as I do, or spend a lot of time to yourself, outside noise ( other than music and movies) becomes annoying.  and..it just seems that people whether friends or more than that, don't want to be in my life for a long time. Seemingly, it's like I am a substitution or a choice between another woman which is a shitty feeling. If a man feels he has to choose between me and someone else, he needs to choose that bitch and leave me out the equation. I am not to be eeny, meeny, miney mo'ed. I also hate when a guy will talk to me , drop off the face of the Earth, then return after two years like I even remember who they are. I am very quick to delete, block, and unfriend. My memory can also be very "selective".  However, when I see couples all happy and smiley on Facebook and Instagram, I can't help but feel a little twinge of " well shit".  Hell, Netflix ain't helping much, either....especially those independent films.

In other news, my webcam has finally gotten  stuck on mt for the last time, but my laptop is upgraded to Windows 10, and there's no telling how old the webcam's software  is. When I see IOS photos, and all these clear, HD videos on Youtube, I'm like.."damn". Not saying that I will be doing any makeup tutorials or anything like that, I'll leave that to you young bucks, but it's nice to not live under a rock.

It's a changing world...I don't think it's for the better though. People think it's okay to send penis pics, impregnate whole neighborhoods, and just not value any damn thing. I am very fearful for the babies born in this time frame as to what kind of future they will have to look forward to if the human experience is currently at risk.  I have never seen so many sociopathic people in all my years of living. It's one thing to not care..but to hurt someone and not care, that is just a different beast all together.   I know people put walls up to keep from getting hurt, but to be malicious to someone who is innocent is just disgusting.

Anyhoo, I will be engrossing myself in gym activities, writing my book, and updating these fanfics ( finally). If any of you want to talk to me outside of deviant art find me on Facebook. I'm pretty comical, if not cynical. 

We Will Ride Again

Journal Entry: Mon Mar 14, 2016, 12:37 PM



Hello all,

Well...these days have been kinda tough. My cousin's death came so abruptly, and I was attending to his wife as beat I could. Luckily, both of them are such very kind people that they got support from friends and family even came all the way from Virginia and the Philippines to comfort her. His younger brother, who is a military contractor, got flown in immediately from Afghanistan, and her son is okay. He has no idea what's going on, and she is trying to find a way to tell him sooner or later.

I won't say her name, so I will call her "Butterfly". She was numb, barely eating, and whenever I reached over to hug her she would collapse. I couldn't imagine finding my husband ( read:I am not married, I am only empathizing)  lying dead on the floor of the garage. My cousin had an issue of high blood pressure and yo-yo weight loss and also high cholesterol. He was also working two jobs, one with the military base and was even doing some of their workouts. A lot of those military workouts are very, very strenuous and you have to be well conditioned to endure them. 

His heart couldn't take it. At the age of 34, my vibrant, funny cousin lost his life to a massive heart attack. Yesterday was the wake. He was wearing a tan-colored suit, the one he got married in, and he looked like he was sleeping. His family is Catholic so they had a little mass for him. When the priest asked if anyone had any ind words or memories, I hesitated at first, then stepped out. I don't like speaking in front of people but I had so much on my heart. The video of all his pictures of friends and family kept flashing through my mind. He and Butterfly were a beautiful couple. She is a LADY. A devoted lady, a great mother, great wife and beautiful woman. I told everyone what a loyal, selfless, caring, bold, adventurous, talented person he is ( I'm not using past tense) and he loves his wife ..she is his SOUL MATE. They will see each other again.

In my mind, I hope someone will love me that much...I guess this is why my fan fics are very affectionate..yeah, they're erotic, but do you notice there is some sort of emotional connection?  I want someone to take pictures with me with a big smile on his face. They had a love most people would find impossible in this "hook up" culture.

I didn't realize the impact of what I said until his neighbor came over and hugged me telling me that Butterfly needed to hear what I said.  MY cousin's mother even came over and gave me a hug. I went over and kissed Butterfly on the forehead. I love her. I love him. I love them.

This was not  the last ride....we will all ride again
 

Ride or Die

Journal Entry: Thu Mar 10, 2016, 6:41 PM



Hello my loves....

I got a facebook message this morning that my Filipino cousin has gone to Heaven. He and myself, my other cousins were an O.G. squad. He was our "Fast and Furious" racer, always souping up cars and building supercomputers. We'd all play video games until 2:00 in the morning...he loved Ken from the Street Fighter Series and he even gave me his password to crunchyroll. His wife makes the best lumpia. I am the only one in the same city where his wife, child and parents live. The other cousins and close friends are in different cities. At the age of 34, he lost his life to a massive heart attack. When I talked to his wife, my heart broke. finding your soul mate dead...and trying to be strong for a very young baby ... It was like losing Paul Walker. The glue that held us together has become loose, and we have no choice but to build a stronger bond.

I will be looking in on his wife tomorrow and until she gets sick of seeing me. I am truly worried for his parents and brother. This was just so sudden and random...

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Disclaimer: Beverly Hills Teens is not my property only my OC Areli “Rocksi” is. The series is owned by DIC/Cookie Jar and others involved. This is a mixture of sweet and sass, so a few little naughty words and some “intimate” situations may slip, causing you to blush a little. But I do promise you some laughs and some realness; life imitates art. Rated M
 
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“The west coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a French bikini on Hawaii island coast
By a palm tree in the sand

I been all around this great big world
And I've seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the States
Back to the cutest girls in the world
I dig the girls...”- David Lee Roth





Chapter 28 pt. 1  “Accent” on the Positive

“Oh wow, there's a lot of you here!” said Troy, having no idea just how many hula and fire dancers Bianca and Rocksi had sent for. He wondered just how much money the two girls had promised for the dancers' cooperation.

”Okay, I'm going to start with the fire dancers, I'm gonna point you to your designated area,” said Troy as the crowd of people suddenly broke into a cue. “Okay, firedancers, you guys go to the left of the stage. Hula dancers, your area is to the right.”

”This electric feeling that I get...Is taking over me...I can't let go, now I'm possessed...It warps reality....And I need to find the answer...And I need to find the answer...”


Stepping aside, Troy watched as very attractive male dancers with various skin tones, height, and very impressive physiques, dressed in sarongs of different colors and carrying torches, followed one behind the other, breaking to the left. Troy whistled low, noticeably overwhelmed at the uniformity in the way they walked one behind the other. It was a welcoming sight, the colors, the patterns, the strength in numbers.

”'Scuse me, mate?” asked a  tall, young man with tawny, olive skin, curly, dark hair that touched his shoulders, carrying arm armful of the most beautiful leis Troy had seen since the luau had started.

”Wow..those leis are beautiful, dude,” Troy commented with a friendly smile. “Are they for anyone special?”

”'Ectually, these were a ...a special order...for a Miss Tara Belle Devere,” said the handsome fire dancer with a smirk, a large tattoo covering the upper part of his well-defined pectorals. “Have you seen her, yet?”

”Those are for Tara? Oh wow!” said Troy half curious. “Hmm..let's see where Tara is...” he added, looking over to the side.

Scanning through the throng of bikini-clad, giggling girls, and guys wearing board shorts and Hawaiian shirts, Troy finally laid gaze on Tara Belle Devere, interviewing with Switchboard.

”Dude, see right over there where the girl with glasses is broadcasting. The other girl in the lavender bathing suit is Tara Belle,” said Troy, pointing in Tara's direction. The firedancer, wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein board shorts with red, Hawaiian print, exhaled sharply, his smile growing wider.

”Oh wow. Shit...she's gorgeous,” said the firedancer, losing his breath for a moment,looking down at the colorful leis looped on his arm. “Man, I'm a bit ...I'm a bit nervous.”  Troy, taking a glance the young man, raised his brow, trying to understand what was going on.

”Yeah, she really is a beautiful girl. Her hair is normally curly like yours, but I guess she wanted to try it straight,” said Troy, egging it on. “She looks great...her legs are phenomenal. It's like tonight,she decided to let loose; come out of her shell for a bit.”

”Y'know mate, there's this paintin' by Botticelli called 'Birth of Venus,' you've heard of it right?” asked the firedancer, looking over to Troy. Thinking for a moment, Troy nodded.

”Venus..she was the goddess of Love 'n Beauty...they say she was bo'n inna shell...when I look at Tara, I see Venus,” said the firedancer wistfully, looking back at Tara in the distance, her hair blowing the breeze.
 

Indeed, Tara, who opted to have her hair straightened  and curled softly with an  arrangement of plumerias pinned behind her right ear, looked more beautiful than anyone in the Teen Club had ever seen her. She was showing more skin than usual, brandishing her flat abdomen achieved by Pilates, and sinewed arms and legs during her time in ballet as a younger girl.  Her swimsuit of choice was a sexy , lavender one shouldered bikini with low waisted bottoms, ruched at the butt for a perfect fit. She had chosen seashell earrings and bracelet, apart from the diamonds and pearls she normally wore.

”She's so beautiful from far away; she's prob'bly even more fetch up close, mate,” said the firedancer to Troy, biting his lip. “I'm shakin', I'm nervous.. this ain't like me. I ennertain mill'ons of people...she is jus' one lass.”

Troy, catching the anxiety in the firedancer's voice  chuckled. “Dude, Tara is sweet as cherry pie. In fact, I'll walk over there with you. Everyone, please excuse me, I'll be right back to answer your questions,” he supplied in his usually polite manner to the crowd of dancers.”Ready?” he referred back to the curly haired one.

”Yeah”, the curly hair dancer breathed, rubbing his arm with a griffon tattoo. “Ready as I'll eveh be.”

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”Hello viewers and subscribers, this is Switchboard, your galloping gossip updating you with live video from the  FIRST EVER Teen Club Luau !” said Switchboard, using her hands to illustrate her point. “The night is still young...right now on stage is Gig and Jett, our local band, 'Flight Risk'. Jett was actually a contestant on X Factor, and they're performing a  new song she wrote. You can download the song “This Electric Feeling” as well as some of their other hits on Itunes. And standing beside me, is our resident Southern Belle, Tara Belle Devere who works at Fifi's Salon where all the girls in the Teen Club go to get our hair, nails...makeup...lashes..pedicures...”

”It's a full service spa complete with a boutique and our massages were named the best in Beverly Hills,” Tara continued on Switchboard's cue. “But it's not just for the ladies, gentlemen can come too.  There's nothing wrong with a  guy who likes to take care of himself.”

”You are sooo right! Tara, tell our fans what the hashtag is?” asked Switchboard with a grin.

“Hashtag Fifissalonandspabeverlyhills,” Tara answered, adjusting the one strap of her bikini. “And I am hashtag shyvioletdevere”.

”Well, judging by your outfit, tonight, you aren't looking so shy, Tara,” Switchboard joked, nudging Tara on the shoulder. “Your Instagram feed is probably blowing up by now!” Blushing, Tara covered her mouth with a dainty hand.

”Hey Tara! Tara Belle!”

”Huh? Yes Troy, what is it? “ asked Tara looking first to Switchboard who was equally perplexed. On the other hand, who was that walking behind Troy?

”Switchboard, are we still live broadcasting?” asked Troy, stopping close to Switchboard, the breeze blowing through their hair. Switchboard nodded, holding onto her flowers.

”Good,” he said, stepping aside, “because one of the firedancers has a special delivery for Tara.” When an extremely handsome young man with dark, curly hair with an armful of leis stepped forward, Tara's jaw dropped, her hand to her chest.

”'Ello there, Miss Devere,” said the handsome young man, walking past Switchboard, who had to clutch her invisible pearls. His accent, his hair, his tattoos...were all the guys in  Hawaii that breathtaking?

”Oh...you have a surprise for me?” asked Tara, feeling her knees becoming weak as he drew closer, a wide smile growing even wider. Tara's heart began to race...his hair, his skintone, his smile...it all felt so familiar. The young man stopped a few inches from Tara, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but her perfume smelled sweet, and he wanted to see her beautiful eyes up close.

”Oh..um...” Tara uttered, her eyes raking the young man's muscled frame, not sure if the goosebumps forming were from the breeze blowing up the side of her sarong or her nerves. He was so close, very close...close enough for her to touch...but she didn't.

”Ummm...Troy?” Switchboard asked, over her shoulder. Troy shrugged, motioning for Switchboard to turn back around and watch.

The curly haired young man took a deep exhale. Tara, pressing her lips together, shifted nervously, butterflies in her flat belly. Straightening his posture, the firedancer carefully slid the leis from his arm, taking them into both his hands.

”You are even more beautiful than the webcam allows me to see, lass,” he began with a wink. “And I love your hair this way.” Tara's mouth parted...she wanted to scream, but the fact they were not alone suppressed her. “May I 'ave the pleas're of lein' you?”

Tara closed her eyes for a moment. This had to be a dream, or a cruel joke from Bianca and Pierce.

”Tara?” he asked, wondering what was wrong. Upon hearing his voice, Tara opened her eyes, meeting his smile.

“Yes, you can lei me,” she answered, weakly, her voice the weight of a whisper. Tara stood silent, frozen, as the handsome stranger placed the garlands of beautiful blossoms around her neck, politely pulling her hair out from underneath. He couldn't help but to cradle either side of her lovely face, carefully tracing her cheeks with his thumbs. With every stroke of his thumbs, Tara melted into the sand. He was exquisite...daring, and exquisite.

”You..Tara Belle, are so fuckin' beautiful,” he said softly, before arresting her lips into a kiss. Tara first jerked, then relaxed, feeling the softness of his lips, reveling in the feel of hands on her face. Feeling emboldened, the firedancer slid his tongue in between her lips, causing Tara to embrace him, their tongues battling like a swordfight.

”Um! This is really romantic and all, and I'd hate to be the party pooper, but we're live on the airwaves,” said Switchboard, holding up a  finger, twirling it around. “The whole world is seeing this !”

”Mmmm...shit..I forgot,” the firedancer mumbled against Tara's lips, releasing her reluctantly. “And I relly don't care, but I resp'ct your friend, lass,” he added, pulling his lips away, opting to hug her strongly. Tara, feeling a rush of warmth racing through her, cuddled against him. His muscles pressing into her body.

”Tara, how do you know the firedancer? Were you helping in planning the luau?” asked Troy, trying to make heads or tails of the crazy situation. Laughing aloud, the firedancer turned back, looking at Troy.

“Sorry for the ruse, mate but me name is Blake McCausley, drummer for a band called 'Glasgow Smiley Face' and winners of XFactor,” said the handsome drummer, holding out his hand for Troy to shake.

”Oh wow! This is awesome, good to meet you,” said Troy giving Blake a handshake. “This is Switchboard; welcome to our first Teen Club Luau.”

”Get the hell outta here!” said Switchboard, excitedly going into fangirl mode. “Dude, did you fly all the way from the UK to see Tara? That is just too romantic.”

”'Ectually, me band is touring. We're in Montreal right now, but we'll be comin' to Los Angeles very soon. Me mate, Jett, she's here, right?” asked Blake, hugging Tara closer. “I promised me mate Ian I'd get her on Snapchat with him.”

”This electric feeling that I get...Is taking over me...I can't let go, now I'm possessed...It warps reality....And I need to find the answer...And I need to find the answer...”


”Yeah, that's Jett and Gig performing onstage right now,” said Troy, thumbing behind him toward the stage. “After they're done, the firedancing show should start. There's the pool...the beach..plenty of food. We're honored to have you...and Tara I'm so happy for you. Blake, you've got a jewel in Tara Belle.”

”I can see that,” said Blake, looking down at Tara who was a few inches shorter. “Thank you for confirmin',” Blake nodded to Troy. “So seein' that we are recordin' LIVE...everyone out there, Blake McCausley is  officially 'taken' by the beautiful Tara. That might reduce the number of my Instagram hearts, but I don't give two bollocks!”

”Ummm..would you mind telling our viewers what 'bollocks' means?” asked Switchboard with an innocent  smile. Chuckling, Blake threw his hair back. Tara, who had never heard of “bollocks” was just as interested.

”It means 'testicles', love...and one day, Tara Belle will get to see mine!” Blake joked, giving Tara a kiss on the temple, making a popping nose. Laughing in embarrassment, Tara blushed, but considering Blake's personality, she couldn't scold him.

”Oh wow..well...there you have it subscribers!” said Switchboard, the skirt of her swimdress flying up in an oncoming breeze. “Glasgow Smiley Face is on tour, and our resident Southern Belle is in love...and bollocks mean testicles!” Troy snickered, shaking his head. Switchboard's Facebook page was going to be hot that night.

”With that being said.. if you all will excuse us...I am going to go 'lei'  Tara properly,” said Blake with a playful wink. Chuckling at the flushed  red in her cheeks, Blake, taking Tara by the hand, led them toward the beach, leaving Troy and Switchboard stunned  and speechless.


”It looks so amazing out 'ere,” said Blake, gazing at the gorgeous view of the sun and the sand. The sun would be setting soon, and he didn't want to miss it due to idle chatter. Whatever Tara's friends want to talk about, they could do it later, but definitely not cut into his time with her.

”Yes...it's very beautiful,” Tara commented nervously, feeling sand running into the sides of her shoes.  Hand in hand, Blake led them down toward the beach, close to the shore. Smiling, Tara Belle saw a beautiful, fuschia blanket with smaller black blankets and a picnic basket in the center.  Smiling shyly, Tara clutched Blake's tattooed arm, pressing her face into his shoulder.

”Everthin' okay, lass?” he asked, wondering if she disliked the preparations. Lifting her head, Tara nodded. Blake's surprise appearance and thoughtfulness were a bit overwhelming.

”This has all just come as a shock, that's all,” she admitted, rubbing his back, gasping at the development of his muscles. “This type of stuff only happens in all my tawdry romance novels, and cheesy soap operas.”

Taking Blake's hand, Tara turned around, looking at the beauty of the night. The paper lanterns, the bonfires, the bright colors...it was just a  brand new feel.

”Lass, talk to me, tell me how feel right now; in this present moment,” he asked, wanting her honesty. “Because right now, I feel 'appier than I did when we won XFactor, and that was one of the most 'xhilartin' moments of me life.”  Stepping behind her, Blake wrapped his arms around her in a reverse bear hug, planting a kiss on her crown  “I think I'm feelin' the way my Dad felt when he met me mom. He said it felt like bagpipes were playin' in his belly and  he couldn't hear nothin' else.” Feeling a heavy thump in her heart, Tara placed her hands on top of his, her smile wide and happy.

”Blake...how did you manage to find me?” asked Tara, staring into the party, watching her friends laughing and talking by the pool. Normally, she'd be one in the crowd, dateless, dancing by herself. Tonight, Blake had changed every negative perception she had about herself. That night she felt beautiful, desired and adored...all the things she deserved.

”It wasn't that hard...at all, love,” Blake explained, nuzzling, inhaling the berry scent of her hair, the flower tickling his nose. “All I did was look through your Instagram posts and Googled the 'Beverly Hills Teen Club' for the exact location. Then I got on a red eye and came 'ere. I di'nt want to take the a'tention away from the luau so I disguised me'self as a fire dancer. I think I did well, eh?”

Turning around within his strong embrace, Tara framed Blake's handsome face with beautifully designed nails. Curiously, like a child she traced the shape of his eyebrows, along the bridge of his nose, then finally the shape of his lips. Is smile, dotting the 'I' of the beauty that was within him was very unique, damn incredible. The dark olive of his skin, the silky, dark waves and curls blowing toward his face made him look almost unreal, mythical. Pressing her lips together, Tara turned her head again, gazing into the party once more.

”Tara...babe, what's wrong?” asked Blake, becoming worried, placing a hand on her upper back. “Do you want to join your mates?”
 

”No, not at all...not right now...Blake, this is just...I'm not used to this...”Tara admitted, returning her gaze to Blake where it belonged. “I'm always a lone wolf at these parties. My phone never rings with a boy's voice on the other end. What you did, no one has done before.”

Chuckling, Blake kissed the pretty Southern belle on the forehead, her nose, then quickly on her lips. The poor lady protested too  much. Tara groaned low in her throat, surprised and pleased, giggling softly when he broke the kiss.

”I'm glad to have been the one for many of your 'firsts', “ he joked, winking, brushing a strand of hair that was blowing onto her face. “Get used to it, love, because I plan on bein' a big curly-haired burr in your arse”, he added, nuzzling her cheek with his nose. He so desperately wanted to take Tara into his arms and kiss her until she was pushed onto the sand, but then she'd never eat, and the food that he had arranged for her was very fresh, fragile, and sweet..like her.

”Come my Tara, I want us to watch the sunset together, and we also have a meal to share,” he supplied, releasing her from his arms, taking her hand instead.  “And I hope you like it. “ Trudging through the sand in her expensive shoes, Tara held onto Blake's hand tightly, hoping she wouldn't eat the sand.

”You girls and your fancy shoes,” he chuckled, helping his girl carefully walk through the sand. Tara sighed, annoyed at herself for not taking her shoes off first, but everything was happening so fast. It wasn't long before they reached Blake's little romantic hideaway. The fuschia blanket was larger than she thought, and the two smaller ones, were about full -sized.

”'Ere we are, luv,” said Blake, picking up one of the smaller blankets. “Go 'head and pop a squat.” Once Tara had carefully  made a comfortable seat, Blake covered her shoulders with a blanket, as she began taking off her shoes. Blake watched as she daintily, unhooked the straps, trying her best not to ruin her nails. Scratching his head, Blake crossed one arm over his chest.

”Eh..uh...I can 'elp you if you need it  lass,” he offered. “I do it for me mum all the time.” Shyly, Tara looked up, her shoe unfastened. Before she could say 'yay' or 'nay', Blake dropped down to his knees, taking Tara's foot in his lap. Tara watched as he loosened the strap, and slowly slid her foot out. Thankfully, there was not a ton of sand. Pointing to her other foot, Blake took it in his lap as well, and politely unfastened, then removed the shoe.

”You are such a kind gentleman, thank you,” she piped, wiggling her toes, while Blake reached over to the side, getting a blanket of his own. Snuggling close beside her, Blake, wrapped in the blanket like a corn dog, placed a kiss on her cheek.


”Forgive me for all the snoggin', darlin', but I'm very 'ffectionate,” Blake mumbled, nuzzling her cheek. “And you smell delicious.”

Blushing, Tara composed herself, despite wanting to squeal like a lovesick school girl.”This is so precious, Blake,” Tara began, hating that she was suddenly so shy. “What's in the picnic basket, right there?”

”Oh that,” Blake replied with a smile, pulling the basket closer to where they were seated. “I took the liberty of havin' a meal prepared for us. I thought , 'The banquet table looks bloody good, but how can I get to know her when she's surrounded by all her mates?” Reaching over, Blake lifting her hand from her knee, raised it to his lips, giving a kiss to her palm.

”I gotta meet you first, lass, before I meet them.You understan' that right?”
 

”Yes, yes I do, “ Tara nodded, her heart skipping beats. Nodding, Blake released her hand, freeing himself to open the picnic basket. Tara chewed her lip, intrigued as the handsome young man retrieved two round, foil tins with plastic tops, opening one to show her the beautifully prepared  mango-glazed salmon with red peppers, jasmine rice and a small cup of pineapple, strawberries, and grapes.

”That smells amazing,” said Tara, impressed by the beauty and color of the dish. “May I have a grape?” Nodding, happy to oblige, Blake, carefully picking up a grape from the cup, placed it between Tara's lips.

”It's so tangy because it's soaked up the juices from the other fruit,” she said as she chewed. Before she could wipe her mouth, Blake leaned in , stealing a kiss, his tongue fighting for the masticated grape. Tara, not caring about nutrition at that point, placed  hand on Blake's face, urging him closer, her body falling backward. Quickly, Blake set down the tin, easing Tara down onto the blanket, his body wrapped in a soft cocoon.

Opening her mouth, feeling brazen ( which was not normal for her) Tara let Blake's tongue deeper into her mouth, his hands roaming the front of her bathing suit, her breasts caressed by his experienced hands. Tara moaned deeply; Blake's thumbs were haphazardly flicking against her stiff nips, his “Enthusiasm” probing against her groin.

”Ohhh..ummm....Blake, we'd better stop,” Tara said suddenly, breaking their kiss, seeing Blake's hands prominently on her nipples. Blushing, embarrassed, Blake blew a huge stream of air through his lips.

”Shit...blimey...bollocks...luv..I'm so sorry,” he apologized, taking his hands from her breasts, sitting up straight, closing himself within his blanket. Noticeably erect, he crossed  his legs, combing through curls in frustration. Being a lech was the one thing that came easy for him, but Tara Belle was a dainty lady, not some slag. He had only known the girl less than 30 minutes and already, he'd been a bit “handsy.”

“I'm tryin' to change, I really am, and  I really want you to be me girl, Tara...and you gotta know I'm not gonna make you do anything you don't want to,” he rambled, raking through his hair, his hand shaking. “Ooohh shit, you probably hate me now, eh?”

”Oh dear...Blake honey now you just ...calm down,” she cooed softly.  Wrapping her blanket tighter, she scooted closer to him, taking the shaky, nervous hand resting on his knee, entwining it with her own. Feeling the softness of her fingers against his, his heart rate quickened, but his breath was even. The disappointment he felt in himself, has dissipated, replaced with surprise. Astonished at the beauty of their different skin tones, Blake smiled in admiration.

“Blake, sweetie, look at me?”

Smiling, Blake matched his gaze with Tara's grey-violet eyes, seeing the same look of understanding that he saw on the other side of his laptop. The natural tawny-peach of Tara's skin was awash with rose, her hair slightly mussed from their makeout session. Her eyebrows, though well-arched, were not knit in anger, but relaxed and friendly.

”Blake, you are nothing like the boys of the South, and you are far from the refined boys of Beverly Hills...” Tara began, lowering her gaze to their entwined hands, noticing how tight she was holding his.

”I know Tara, but....” Blake began to protest, but was silenced by Tara's hand gently pressing against his lips, the blanket falling from her bare shoulder.

”And that's what I like about you,” she finished, removing her hand from his mouth, cupping his jaw gently. “You're different, you're real. You have been so honest from the beginning. You haven't promised me anything, yet you put in an effort to meet me.”

”Tara, I've never fancied a lass as much as I have you,” Blake admitted, taking her hand in both of his. “You're such a sweet, beautiful spirit, and I don't want any other bloke to have you.” Tara, taken aback, parted her lips to speak, but no words would come forth.

Smiling, Blake kissed the inside of Tara's hand. “Tell me Tara Belle, just how do you feel, at this moment?” he asked, his confidence returning, a  twinkle in his eye. Wordlessly, Tara laid her head on his shoulder;  unafraid, she hugged an arm around his waist. Following her lead, Blake curved his arm around her back affectionately. In all his years of shagging, he'd never really experienced intimacy. The closeness, the emotional connection, the conversation...had been so lovely.

”You know, I was watching this movie the other night called 'Delta of Venus,'” Tara began, gazing at the horizon. “It's quite an erotic movie, but it's romantic, still quite..profound.”

I 'ave the book by Anais Nin; it's the secret of my...success,” Blake joked with a wink. “Let's just say..it helped me understand what women want.” Chuckling, Tara nudged him. Blake kissed her lovingly on the cheek.

”Anyhoo...there's a line; and I'm paraphrasing where the female lead says something about 'passion without love'. To me, that means people will actually..go through the 'motions' of 'passion', and won't have care in the world for the person they are 'passioning' with. Like it's a game,” Tara expounded with a lick of her lips. “And maybe it was just the way that I was brought up, but I can't even see taking off my clothes or letting someone touch me on my 'doll parts' without them loving me for a long time.”

”People who  'passion' without love, they are empty inside. I 'ave always wanted what me parents 'ave. When they look at each other; they smile so big. Like they 'ave their own language. They still go out on the town...and I know they still shag. I've heard them...and I'm fo'ever traumatized,” Blake explained with a screwed face. Tara laughed, tossing her head to the side. She'd heard her parents many times which is why she chose to mover her bedroom to the west wing of the estate.

“Eventually, I want to shag me wife until me tallywhacker falls off,” Blake laughed, catching Tara's smile. “But for now, Princess, I want to sit here beside you on this beach, wrapped in these blankets, watch the sunset...and possibly kiss you again?”

Tara,  pressing her lips tight to keep from laughing, felt heat stealing into her cheeks. She could never recall a time where someone listened to her, laughed with her, and held her hand as earnestly as Blake was holding hers. Turning back to his attention, she saw nothing but a devil's gleam in his dark eyes, and a dimpled, sincere smile.

”I...I guess that would be okay,” she answered, leaning in, pressing her lips against Blake's as the colors in the sky began to change.

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"Delta of Venus" is a book written by Anais Nin and there is also a movie adaptation.

Vain Ch. 28 pt. 1
I had to give Blake and Tara some private time. For reference, Blake looks like the South African-British actor Reese Ritchie. He was in the movie " Hercules" with DeWayne Johnson.

Beverly Hills Teens is owned by Cookie Jar, Ent.

Characters that are not from BHT are created by me.
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Thundercats2011-Sheba pt.2 by missmjwilson
Thundercats2011-Sheba pt.2
Thank you :iconkatomanx:

Here's another beautiful image of "Sheba", my OC from my 2011 Thundercats fanfic, "Heat".

Thanks to all who have been reading and commenting :) I'll be updating soon :)

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According to my okaa-san, I started drawing at the age of 18 months. She still has my first piece of artwork in the family album in our old house. i used to draw comics based on my favorite Saturday morning cartoons like "Jem" and"Ghostbusters" and basically just drew all the time. I also designed fashion when I was a teenager. I started writing fanfics in 2002 for other fandoms and am happily writing fanfics on deviant art :)

What are you're favorite makeup brands?
- In no particular order: IT Cosmetics, MAC, Kat Von D, Urban Decay and NYX.

Favorite haircare brands?
-TIGI BedHead, Big Sexy Hair, Nexxus, Paul Mitchell, Kinky Curly, Design Essentials and Redken

Favorite Skin Care line?
-This is dependent on the client's skin care needs and I use products prescribed by my Dermatologist

How do you plan your commissions?
I have to really analyze and judge just how important the scene will be visually. I m also inspired by music, culture and colors. There is always some type of symbolism in all of the pieces I commission.

Are your OC's based on you?
-Actually, my Oc's are based on women that I wish I WAS when I was there age(s). I wish I had the confidence they had...not to mention their wealth.

Are you gonna model anytime soon?

Will you compete in bodybuilding/figure again?
-Probably! It's a little tough to get a workout in nowadays, but i haven't abandoned the weights, trust me. In fact I go mall walking early in the morning with the senior citizens

How many piercings are in your navel?
-6


Dislikes?
-Living in the country, mosquitos, fleas, roaches, racist people who try to fake it, people who are rude for no reason, people who walk slow in front of me when i have to pee, acne, acne scars, people who dont wipe off their sweat on the gym equipment, and people with no sense of humor.

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My momma, my cats, my Kindle Fire, my fanfics, my devart friends, my earring collections, my hair when it's red, plums, sakura blossoms, waterproof black liquid eyeliner, Kat Von D, makeup, and bright colors.


Current Residence: North Carolina
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Favourite photographer: Too many to name
Favourite style of art: Renaissance, Comic, Semi-Realism, Manga, Makeup artistry
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Birthday and Beyond

Journal Entry: Mon Apr 18, 2016, 11:26 AM


Hello my loves....

Well, other than my birthday, April has been pretty chill thus far. some days are good, some days are meh. My birthday was pretty slick, but I have had so many other things on my mind. I always wonder just what direction my life is eventually going to go in. I have a really bad habit of looking back, wondering where in the hell did I go wrong, because in all honesty, i am not exactly where I want to be.  It's not an age thing, it's a state of mind thing

I always thought that I would still be in DC , and living it up. Unfortunately, I only found out that family and friendship have their conditions, and no matter how much you pay them for rent, help clean up their house, stay out of their way, and clean up their dog's shit, they still want you out, especially females.  As ar a relationships are concerned, I am very convinced that there is no guy that can share in all my different interest, I don't want kids, and I cannot be controlled. I also don't like to be smothered. When you write as much as I do, or spend a lot of time to yourself, outside noise ( other than music and movies) becomes annoying.  and..it just seems that people whether friends or more than that, don't want to be in my life for a long time. Seemingly, it's like I am a substitution or a choice between another woman which is a shitty feeling. If a man feels he has to choose between me and someone else, he needs to choose that bitch and leave me out the equation. I am not to be eeny, meeny, miney mo'ed. I also hate when a guy will talk to me , drop off the face of the Earth, then return after two years like I even remember who they are. I am very quick to delete, block, and unfriend. My memory can also be very "selective".  However, when I see couples all happy and smiley on Facebook and Instagram, I can't help but feel a little twinge of " well shit".  Hell, Netflix ain't helping much, either....especially those independent films.

In other news, my webcam has finally gotten  stuck on mt for the last time, but my laptop is upgraded to Windows 10, and there's no telling how old the webcam's software  is. When I see IOS photos, and all these clear, HD videos on Youtube, I'm like.."damn". Not saying that I will be doing any makeup tutorials or anything like that, I'll leave that to you young bucks, but it's nice to not live under a rock.

It's a changing world...I don't think it's for the better though. People think it's okay to send penis pics, impregnate whole neighborhoods, and just not value any damn thing. I am very fearful for the babies born in this time frame as to what kind of future they will have to look forward to if the human experience is currently at risk.  I have never seen so many sociopathic people in all my years of living. It's one thing to not care..but to hurt someone and not care, that is just a different beast all together.   I know people put walls up to keep from getting hurt, but to be malicious to someone who is innocent is just disgusting.

Anyhoo, I will be engrossing myself in gym activities, writing my book, and updating these fanfics ( finally). If any of you want to talk to me outside of deviant art find me on Facebook. I'm pretty comical, if not cynical. 

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TeddyBlackBear2040:iconteddyblackbear2040:
Hey Beautiful Whats upp and how was your easter
Tue Apr 22, 2014, 7:21 PM
ALLSTAR5555:iconallstar5555:
You are truly one extraordinary woman with a great heart. Take care :love:
Fri Apr 18, 2014, 10:42 AM
missmjwilson:iconmissmjwilson:
thank you! but all the artwork is commissions! i just write!
Thu Apr 17, 2014, 6:06 PM
Clauderemus:iconclauderemus:
You are very beautiful and so are your work!!
Thu Apr 17, 2014, 12:27 AM
Clauderemus:iconclauderemus:
You are very beautiful and so are your work!
Thu Apr 17, 2014, 12:25 AM
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Thanks for the Watch!! Check me out here too! :) www.cedpharaoh.com
Fri Aug 9, 2013, 2:44 PM
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:hug:
Sun May 12, 2013, 9:08 PM
missmjwilson:iconmissmjwilson:
Thank you :)
Mon Apr 1, 2013, 7:03 PM
giolove1:icongiolove1:
Beautuful and cool too? Happy Birthday Ma!!!!!
Mon Apr 1, 2013, 1:59 PM
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Hey Ma! Whats up!!!!
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Happy Birthday!! Birthday cake  icon Fun cake 
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Thank you!
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Sure thing!
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Happy birthday!!
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Thank you!
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You're very welcome! :-)
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Happy Birthday Have your cake and eat it too
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Thank you!!!!
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Happy Birthday, MissMJ!!! I hope you have a wonderful & lovely birthday today. You are such a lovely lady.:D
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Awww..thank you!
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