*Sneak Peek* A Chapter from Untraditional II

Yes, it’s almost time. Untraditional II is heading into the editing phase and I wanted to share an unedited (give me grace please) story from my next baby. Enjoy the first 1K words and if you want the full chapter, just join my Patreon family at the Passionate Fan tier.

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***For Mature Audiences Only – Over 18***

Voyeurism /vwä-ˈyər-ˌi-zəm/[1]

noun:the practice of obtaining sexual gratification from observing others.

Look at Me

            “Fuck this job!” I yell to Romi through the phone.

            “Girl stop! That job pays for that dope and expensive ass condo you live in.” She’s right. I close the door and place my keys on the entry table. I kick off my tan strappy Valentinos and head down the hall toward the kitchen.

            “You’re right, sis. You know I don’t mean it.” We laugh as I sit my purse on the bar.

            “I just wish they didn’t make we work so long each day. I mean over four hours is just too much.”

            “Who are you telling? Girl they had the nerve to have a deposition meeting at 8 a.m. today.”

            “On a Friday?”

            “On a Friday! Girl that’s not allowed on any damn day.”

            I nod, knowing for damn well that I would have shut that down as soon as I saw it come across my calendar.

            The faint scent of lavender and vanilla sweep across my nose.

            “Yay, Clint got a bath today.” I turn and walk into my room.

            “Tell Clint I said hi.”

            I follow the smell through the condo into my bathroom where my Yorkie eagerly waits for me.

            “Hiring Melanie was such a great idea!”

            “You’re welcome. I’ll send the bill at the end of the month for my consulting services.” Romi confirms. “She’s the best dog sitter I’ve ever had.”

            I can’t agree more. She’s worth the entire one-hundred and fifty dollars I was paying her monthly. Originally, I thought it was a horrible idea. How could I dare ask someone to break up their busy day to walk my dog since I was too damn busy? But, apparently there are people in this world who love to do such a thing. Thank God for Melanie the Yorkie whisperer. She came to my rescue right on time. If I didn’t find her, I would have paid a ton more to send my baby to daycare.

            “Okay, I’ll give you that.” I admit. “Plus, she lives in the building so it doesn’t feel like it’s as much of a hassle as it could be.”

            “Yep. But enough about that dog. Let me tell you about that hoe ass Tony and who’s he dating now.” Her voice shoots up three octaves.

            “I thought you were over him, Romi?” An understatement to what she swore to me. It was something like, “This is the last time I would ever speak of such an irresponsible, punk ass, fuck boy,” or however she phrased it.

            We both knew the truth as soon as those words flew out of her lips. Tony was her too-busy-to-date-but-always-ready-to-fuck guy. Ex? Lover? Boo? Shit, I don’t know what to call him.

            “Girl I’m always over him but he was just over her last night and then I see a pic with him and Jerreka.”

            I let her vent as I finally get comfortable in my own home. It’s been a long week and all I want to do is pour a velvety glass of Merlot and catch up on my favorite horror mystery on Netflix.

            “Get down Clint,” I whisper to my baby, hoping not to interrupt her, but it doesn’t work.

            “Girl every time you call that dog’s name I hear ‘Clit. Get down Clit.’”

            “Bitch, stop hating on my dog.” I roll my eyes, hoping she can feel my annoyance through the phone, then I flop down on my bed and unsnap my bra releasing my exhausted breast.s Men made bras and I don’t know why I keep letting them hinder me. Oh yeah, I would scare a child or two with my triple Ds. Or at least I would get all the men fired at my jobs for not being able to be productive.

            That’s a thought.

            It would definitely make my plight to CEO easier. I want to pass the idea to Romi, but she’s back on her old ass topic, rumbling on about how that “tramp ain’t shit” and how he “should be getting his life right” with her.

            I stand up and pull my skirt over my thighs, trying to catch it before it hits floor so I can kit it toward my laundry basket.

            “Shit.” I blurt out.

            “What,” she pauses for a moment, then rapid fires several more “what’s going on” through the phone.

            “Nothing, I just forgot to close my blinds.”

            I can feel her shaking her head at me through the phone. She keeps the conversation going, elaborating more on Tony’s horrible hoeing charades.

            I walk over to the window and pick the remote up on the sill. No matter how convenient remote controlled blinds were, I always found a way to still have to walk over to them.

            I pick up the remote and point it, but freeze immediately when I notice the man sitting on his balcony right across from me. At first, I think my eyes are playing a trick on me then I realize that I’m seeing what I’m seeing; that Man is watching me.

            I quickly close the blinds then lean on the wall next to the window. My heart speeds in my chest and I watch my breast jump from the excitement. But shouldn’t it be anger?

            “Are you okay?” Romi asks.

            “Yeah, I mean I guess so. Why?”

            “Ah, I can hear you huffin’ and puffin’ like the big bad wolf?”

            I didn’t notice. I take a deep inhale and let it go.      

            “What happened bitch?”

            Part of me wants to lie since I know how she will respond but I can’t. The truth leaps over my lips.

            “A man was watching me.”

            She coughs and then chuckles. “A man or the Man?” Again, I want to play an idiot, but I’m way too much of a genus for that shit.

            “It might have been ‘the Man’.”

            The Man we’re referencing is not just some meager soul. We mean the gorgeous, vanilla dipped Nigerian gentleman who smokes cigars on his balcony every Wednesday and Friday. The man whose silky green eyes pause my thoughts every time I gaze into them. Sometimes I’m embarrassed by my response and other days I’m mad that he’s staring, but no matter the moment, his eyes always make me sway my hips a little slower and push my breasts out a little further.

            Whether it was ego or arousal, who was he to pull any unassisted reaction out of me. It’s been a long time since someone has pulled anything like that out of me, metaphorically or physically.

            What is it about him?

            I can’t help but peek through my blinds to see if he’s still there, and of course he is.

The stogie dimly lights up his balcony and I can see the plaid pattern on his flannel pants. His shirtless chest isn’t as easily visible so I move from my bedroom to the living room window, hoping to confirm or deny my suspension of a perfectly chiseled torso. One that could have been carved by the incredible Richmond Barthe’. No detail was spared. I look over the deep indent that separates each pectoral muscle, flowing down to those hard abs. His tattoo-less chest makes it easier to see the sun kissing his skin.

            I’ve been in this condo for almost three years now and yet I still can’t handle his stare, even though I enjoy it.

            I’ve spoken to him before even when we bumped into each other at the grocery store. He said, “Hello,” I turned once I realized who he was and pretty much moonwalked all the way back of the store’s seafood aisle.

            Sure, I felt like a punk for doing it but how do I address a peeping tom? Maybe something like, “I saw you watching me and I ain’t like it.” Or do I go for truth like, “You live by me and I’ve seen you looking through my blinds. Do you like what you see?” Either approach felt like a stupid one so for weeks, months and now years, I’ve ran from him.

            That night, I dreamt about him. I imagined seeing his lips only inches away from mine. I imagine what glory lives under those pants and how strong it could feel inside of me. It almost feels like madness—hell I’m too scared to hold a conversation but I can dream about him knocking down my walls. Crazy as hell. [Read the full chapter on Patreon – Choose Passionate Fan tier]


[1] Definition from Merriam-Webster: https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/voyeurism

Tuesday Teaser: Office Extravaganza

With my next novella hitting these digital book platforms this Friday, April 24, I wanted to share a teaser to get you started. It’s the uncut, expansion of my short story from my best seller, Untraditional: A Collection of Passion-fy Short StoryPre-order you copy today.

OFFICE   EXTRAVAGANZA
by DNC

“I’LL LOCK THE DOOR when I leave. Don’t worry about it,” I yell to Dora, the operations manager.

“Nat Simmons, you’re the greatest!” She responds with a Kool-Aid smile, sweet enough to give everyone in the office cavities.

She hugs me tight and leaves a soft peck on my cheek. I smile and watch her walk to the door, admiring her new Tory Burch purse.

“Hey,” she spins around making her curly brown hair bounce.

“Are you coming by tonight?”

“Maybe, if you give me that purse.” I raise an eyebrow daring her to give into my demand.

“Ha, we’ll see I guess.” We both laugh. Dora leaves and then I refocus on the task at hand.

I decide to stay as long as it takes me to complete my dashboards. I walk back to my reception desk and unlock my screen to see that I had an IM up.

Marc X3T: You’re still here too?

It’s the new guy. He was working late on his second week — poor baby.

Natalie S: Yeah. They work me to the bone every day.
Marc X3T: Man, they’re tough here. How do you do it?
Natalie S: I just do it. Like Nike.
Marc X3T: LOL. Yeah, I like that motto, in more ways than one.

I sit back and wonder exactly what he means.  How many ways could you just do it?  Was he flirting with me?

He was alright. The other ladies thought he was cute. It was like getting a new, attractive guy in class; they were too shy to ask more questions, but quick enough to make up tales about his sexual prowess. They’re so cliché.

Okay, maybe he was easy on the eyes. Let me stop fronting; he was fine.

Marc was the new IT manager brought in to help with our computer chaos. He seemed quiet, even shy at times. Most of the ladies thought he was cute; twenty-six years old, five/ten with caramel skin. It was the first time in a while that the office had had some eye-candy and he was definitely delicious to our eyes.

Marc X3T: Hello!
Natalie S: My bad, I just got a phone call.

I lie since he couldn’t know that I was stuck on his comment.

Natalie S: What are you up to this weekend?
Marc X3T: I’ll probably go play some ball, maybe do some work, and then chill at home.  Maybe do some cooking.
Natalie S: Oh, you cook?  Go ahead! I don’t know too many men that can cook.
Marc X3T: Oh, I cook, girl.  I do it well, just like other things.

All the innuendos were starting to add up. He’s got to be flirting now.  I cross my legs and move a little closer to my computer screen.

Marc X3T: What do you like to eat?
Natalie S: I love seafood, especially crab legs.
Marc X3T: I’m not really a seafood person, but I do love catfish.  I’ll try anything twice.  I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.

My mind shifts immediately over to how much he would like the taste of me. What am I doing? Jon was at home. At this moment, cooking dinner waiting on me to join him. I refocus and shift the conversation.

Natalie S: So, are you watching the game this weekend?
Marc X3T: Yeah, but I think I’m going to come in this weekend after I leave the gym and do a little work.
Natalie S: Yeah, I think I am too, because I need a head start on some projects for next week.

It’s a little funny how we both feel the need to come in and work on the weekend.  Not too many other people in the office like that idea, but I usually did.

Natalie S: I’ll be there in the afternoon tomorrow. If you want to come then I can let you in.
Marc X3T: Sounds good. See you at 1 p.m.

Marc was turning out to be more than just a cute face. I can respect his work ethic, since it was much like mine. I was just getting back from a five-day vacation, so I had only been in the office three times since he started. Marc was nice, had a genuine smile and spoke to everyone; even the “I hate my job every day” grouchy people.  It was refreshing to have someone else around who seemed to enjoy their job as much as I did.

We’ve had a lot of IT guys come through this office but he’s the first one that I know of that actually enjoys talking to us; talking to people in general. He seems to really enjoy getting to know people’s thoughts, kicking off conversations and even making eye contact. He’s definitely a unicorn in the industry.

I send him one more IM to let him know that I’m heading out. I log off the computer and grab my things but where am I going? Dora’s or home to Jon.

Choose Nat’s next move:
If she heads to Dora’s house, go to the next page.
If she heads straight home to Jon, jump to this page.

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Daydreaming tells the story of how Dominic has haunted Ava’s dreams for four long years. Now as they wrap up their senior year at Kingman U, what is Ava willing to do or say to finally make her dreams become a reality. Will she be bold enough to share her sensual secret? Or will best friends stay simply best friends? Help her choose what she should do.

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Story Time with DNC: Office Extravaganza

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It’s time for some erotic fiction. Let your Friday be full of great reads and incredible organisms.

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OFFICE  EXTRAVAGANZA

by DNC

“I’ll lock the door when I leave. . .don’t worry about it,” I yelled to Dora, the operations manager.

“Thanks, Nat. You’re the greatest,” she responded.

I had decided to stay as long as it took to complete my dashboards.  I walked back to my reception desk and unlocked my screen to notice that I had an IM up.

Marc:  You still here too?

It was the new guy. He was working late on his first week — poor baby.

Natalie:  Yeah. They work me to the bone every day.

Marc:  Man, they’re tough here.  How do you do it?

Natalie:  I just do it. Like Nike.

Marc:   LOL. Yeah I like that motto, in more than one way.

I sat back and wondered exactly what he meant. How many ways could you just do it? Was he flirting with me?

Marc was the new IT manager brought in to help with our computer chaos. He seemed quiet, even shy at times. Most of the ladies thought he was cute; twenty-six years old, five/ten with caramel skin. He was alright. Okay, maybe a little cute. Let me stop fronting; he was hot. It was the first time in a while that the office had had some eye-candy, but he was definitely delicious to the eyes.

Marc:  Hello!

Natalie:  My bad, I just got a phone call.

I lied because I didn’t want him to know that I was trying to figure out his comment.

Natalie:  What are you up to this weekend?

Marc:   I’ll probably go play some ball and then chill at home.  Maybe do some cooking.

Natalie:   Oh you cook?  Go ahead! I don’t know too many men that can cook.

Marc:   Oh I cook, girl.  I do it well, just like other things.

All the innuendos were starting to add up: I was sure he was being flirtatious now.  I crossed my legs and moved a little closer to my computer screen.

Marc:  What do you like to eat?

Natalie:  I love seafood, especially crab legs.

Marc:   I’m not really a seafood person, but I do love fish.  I’ll try anything twice.  I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.

My mind shifted to wondering how much he would like the taste of me. What am I doing? Jon was at home. At this moment, cooking dinner waiting on me to join him. I refocused my mind and shifted the conversation.

Natalie:   So, are you watching the game this weekend?

Marc:   Yeah, but I think I’m going to come in this weekend and do a little work.

Natalie:   Yeah, I think I am too, because I need a head start on some projects for next week.

I thought it was a little funny how we both felt the need to come in and work on the weekend.

Not too many other people in the office like that idea at all, but I usually do.  I have a key and pass-code for every door in the building.

Natalie:   I’m coming in the afternoon on Saturday. If you want to come then I can let you in.

Marc:  Sounds good. See you at 1:00 on Saturday.

I was just getting back from a five-day vacation, so I had only been in the office three times since he started. Marc was a nice, hardworking guy. He had a genuine smile and spoke to everyone; even the “I hate my job every day” grouchy people.  It was refreshing to have someone else around who seemed to be as calm as I was.

On the ride home that night, I was thinking about whether or not we had everything for dinner, when my mind slipped back to the IM conversation I’d had with Marc.  I could just hear his soothing, mellow voice speak those words to me: “I have a thing about having different textures on my tongue.”

I felt a little moisture develop between my legs. Could I be attracted to Marc? Hell yeah, who wouldn’t be?  I told myself as I pulled up to my apartment complex.

***Bonus Scene***

That night, I’m not sure if I had a dream or a nightmare. Marc was inside of me, deep inside my pink walls, and I wanted him to go even deeper, but Jon was watching…

Read the full story with the bonus scene on DNC’s Patreon page, plus more exclusive stories. Keep the passion flowing.