Tag Archives: love

Working Hard

Gazing at her alluring simplicity

evasively capturing mindless beauty

soon able to fondle what’s mine

impulsively examining the clock with our secret in mind

 

Libidinous rendezvous approaching at noon

anxiously awaiting to have her legs strewn

torso bent ass in the air

brutally thrashing inside her my dick bare

 

Foregoing at-home obligations

complying with our workplace liaison and flirtations

for now I’ll ponder my stimulating conquer

in a few moments I’ll be fucking the shit our of her

-Cam Johns

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There Once Was…Love

Waking to the brightness of his intoxicating smile

warmed by his morning ardent embrace

filling the once empty uncherished void

presently crumbling back to decayed loneliness

 

The amorous dream that once was has disintegrated

no longer entwined within his hand-stitched heart

desolation has broken its way through

exposing my defeat anguish and dejection that remain

 

There will be a time to break free

hoping a lifetime of despair won’t be for me

removing my soulless flesh from my empty bed

wiping the last tears that’ve fallen from my droopy eyes

 

Betraying my affection for another

a minimal possibility considering my icy façade

the stereotype of a woman scorned will not become me

but looking pass the array of boys to find a man is the challenge inevitably

 

-Cam Johns

Arousing Objections (Part Two)

Read Part One

Part Two

We’re face to face. He caresses his lips against mine, patiently waiting for me to accept his devotion. “Robert, I can’t do this. It’s a conflict now.” I say trying to fight the urge of my pulsating middle. He slides in closer, trapping me against the door. I have nowhere to go. Not that I wanted to anyway.

“No one would know baby.” Yes…you are an impeccable liar aren’t you? I push him back and face forward crossing my arms and legs. Not tonight buddy…not ever.

“I’m putting your ass in prison.” I say. He sighs putting his head in his hands. I can feel his desperation, but I ignore my consoling impulse to hold him. “Can I go now?”

“No.” He says simply before knocking on the car window three times. The lumberjacks get in and pull off right away.

“What the fu-…where are you taking me?” I ask slithering as far away from him as I could. He cocks his head to the side looking at me questioning my movements.

“Alex, I would never hurt you.”

“Too late jack ass!”

He takes a breath getting fed up with my insults no doubt. “I would never physically harm you. I need to show you something.” I stare at his hazel eyes as his sincerity beams back at me. Through me.  What the hell would he have to show me? Not having much choice, I relent. Besides, one giant snatched my purse and briefcase before throwing me back here. I cannot believe I’m getting kidnapped.

“Fine.” I say rolling my eyes facing forward, but his eyes spewing daggers overwhelms me. “What!” I shout.

“You’re so cute when you’re pissed.” No this motherfucker is not making fun of me. But that’s Robert. He always showed me how enticing my attitudes were to him. I blush thinking about how easy his touch soothes my chaos. His smiling eyes are replaced by a soft caress fracturing my icy façade. I turn my gaze from his breaking his spell, but he grabs my chin pulling me back to face him. “Come here.” He says. I stare at him knowing if I don’t do what he wants, he’ll just do it himself. I slither over staring at him as he slides the back of his hand down my face. His touch takes me back to when we met years ago. I had just started at the D.A.’s office, so I was in great spirits. On my way into the Assistant District Attorney’s office, I bumped into Robert as he was walking out.

 


“Excuse me.” I whisper admiring his tall intimidating demeanor.

“Robert Thoms.” He smiles extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Thoms. Alexandra Jones.” We continue to shake hands exchanging awkward smiles as the attraction to one another demands our attention. Wow, what’s happening right now?

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jones. I didn’t mean to hold you up.” He says releasing my hand but not my eyes.

“Mzzz Jones,” I correct him, “yes, I have a meeting.” I smile pointing to the Assistant District Attorney’s door he’s fortunately blocking.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” He steps to the side and heads down the hall. I watch him until he peeks back smiling. Oh my, what a beautiful chocolate man. Get it together girl. I smile back before heading into the office.

Hours later, I decide to have lunch outside. To my surprise, I see Mr. Thoms having what seems to be a heated debate with one of my colleagues. How are they acquainted? Why does my colleague look so timorous? Better yet, why is Thoms still here? When he sees me coming, he dismisses my colleague before walking toward me.

“Lunchtime?” He asks smiling as he approaches.

“Yes. How do you know Jason Mitchell?” I ask. He stares as if he’s not sure how to answer.

“We have business together.” His vague response only makes me more intrigued. Not one of my strong suits. “You mind if I join you?” I glare not sure why my dainty simplicity is appealing to his strong mysterious charm.

“I think I can handle that.” He smiles holding out his arm for me to take and leads me to the garden area in front of the building. Sitting he nods at two inconspicuous large men before giving me his undivided attention. I wonder what that was about? His compelling powerful disposition is captivating as I stare into his eyes wondering where he came from and why he’s here.

“Tell me everything.” He says smiling inching closer.

“I certainly can’t tell you everything about me in a half hour.” I say giggling.

“Well, take the rest of the day off.” He says nonchalant. Nervous energy causes me to laugh out loud. Once I see his straight face, I realize he’s very much serious.

“I can’t do that, I just started.”

“You sure? It’ll only take a phone call.” Who are you? It’s evident he’s the Carlito type, so should I have an escape plan? No, he seems harmless…to me.

“How about I just tell you what I can now, and the rest later.”

“I’m all ears Miss Jones.” He says with a generous smile.

 


“What the hell do you want from me?” I ask as he stares down into me.

“Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t do this?” He asks.

“Oh, you can’t be serious.” I say almost laughing…then I glance at his face. Oh, I don’t think he found that amusing at all. But his prints were on the murder weapon. “Are you saying you didn’t kill Jason?” He stares at me quietly before grabbing my hands, holding them between us. I decide not to fight him.

“Alex, I may have done some bad things, some to certain people, but I didn’t kill him.”

Just then we drive through a large iron gate that opens to a long road. Finally a large house appears before pulling into the underground parking structure. The large men get out and the driver opens Robert’s door. He grabs my hand to lead me out, but I snatch it back. He turns to face me furious. Oops…it’s obvious he’s had it with me now. He gets out of the truck dismissing the giants before turning to face me even more pissed.

“Get the fuck out! Now!” He roars through gritted teeth. I’ve never seen him this angry…with me anyway. I slide over cautiously, but once at the door he pulls me out, shuts the door and pushes me against it. His aggression should scare me…but it doesn’t. It always made my warmth flutter. “What the hell is your problem?” I hate that I want you to fuck me, I answer silently.

“You are!” I shout. He gets close leaning on the truck towering over me.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell you I’m a fucking criminal up front?” I glance at his boiling eyes confounded. He’s so close to my face daring me to make a move. I understand that’s not something he should disclose right away. But there is one thing.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” I whisper. He closes his eyes a moment. When he reopens them, some of the frustration has left.

“Because I wanted you Ally. I still do.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes. I am.” He leans in closer nuzzling my nose again grazing my lips with his. Why is his invasion mentally spreading my legs?

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re mine.” He leans in all the way kissing me hard, making it difficult to breathe. Before I can push him away he lifts my arms above my head, pressing his heavy muscular body against me, and I let him, giving into my darkest desire. He continues his assault as he gropes my plump bottom slowly lifting my skirt before backing up from my lips to catch his breath. No…come back, I think instantly. “Ally, I want you to stay with me tonight after I show you this.” I don’t respond. I can’t stay here. I shouldn’t even be here right now, he must want me disbarred or something. He kisses me once more then pulls me from the garage and into the hall of his large house. He clambers through the foyer and into his study before releasing my hand and walks over to the bookshelf. I didn’t even have time to admire his home considering it’s my first time here. “Listen, this is everything. The whole truth. I hope you’ll stay regardless of what’s behind here.”

“Just show me already.” He eyes me apprehensively before pulling one book down making the bookcase pop open. He slides the large bookcase door open revealing a secret room, which is too dark for me to see a thing. I stand at the opening as he walks in afraid of what he’s about to show me. When he flicks on the light inside the small room, I see everything. His truth. His lies. Everything. “You goddamn liar!”

 


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Arousing Objections (Part One)

Part One

 

“Objection! Your honor, he’s clearly leading the witness!” I shout defeated.

“Well, it’s not clear to me Miss Jones. Now sit down!” Judge Malcolm commands. She is a stout woman with a terrorizing gaze over her thick-framed glasses.

What the hell! I think to myself noticing the defense attorney, Mr. Arnold, snickering as I take my seat. I hate his Paul Rudd wannabe looking ass. Judge Malcolm nods for him to continue while I squirm observing the defendant’s presuming arrogance! His lawless, grubby hands are in this for sure!

By the time the defense is done questioning his witness, it’s obvious my case is over. That fucking murderer will walk.

“Your witness Miss Jones.” Judge Malcolm states. Her scrutiny is daunting as she waits for me to get it together. One thing is certain; I need time to re-establish a case. It’s best to concede for now and hope the Judge allows me to retry.

“Your honor…may I approach?” I ask. She waves for me and Arnold to stand before her.

“It’s evident Miss Jones doesn’t have a case. I would like the charges against my client dismissed.”

I stare at the defense appalled at his outburst. I’d better calm my black girl neck and wagging finger because he’s right. I don’t have a leg to stand on at this point. Judge Malcolm looks for a response, but my overcome guise is evident. I will have my ass handed to me for losing this case. “He’s right your honor.” Achievement covers her face. Interesting…

“Step back.” She commands. “The case against Robert Thoms is dismissed without prejudice.”

“Your Honor!” Mr. Arnold interrupts.

Judge Malcolm eyes him infuriated as I control my optimism. “Therefore, Mr. Thoms you are free to go. However, Miss Jones has the option to retry.” She continues before the crack of the gavel. I smile knowing she has given me another chance to get that asshole. As I gather my things to leave the courtroom, I glance at Thoms and his smug smile while shaking his attorney’s hand. It’s not over yet prick.

The tension radiates from my colleagues as their suspicious eyes follow me through the halls. It’s apparent the news of my loss has echoed through the building already. I did everything I could, however I hope my boss doesn’t suspect something nefarious. After all, Thoms is a powerful man. Before I could take a seat, District Attorney Russell Berger steps into my office. He’s a tall gray-haired man that intimidates the hell out of me. Anxiety burrows through me as I await a barrage of criticism. Consequently, he smiles walking toward me.

“Don’t worry Alex, you did your best.” Oh thank goodness, I still have a job. “When we bring charges next time, let’s make sure your case is beyond solid.” He smiles once more taking my hand before leaving my office. I wish he wouldn’t touch me, it makes me feel uneasy. However, working for the best D.A. in Washington has its perks.

I spend the rest of the day and early evening trying to figure out where I went wrong starting from the beginning. I have to be ready for his conniving tricks next time…there will be a next time. “It’s late…I should rest.” I whisper to myself. Everyone has gone for the day it seems as I walk through the dim corridor toward the elevators. Once the elevator doors open to the empty garage, a large, tinted SUV pulls alongside my car. I stop with a sudden threatening urge to turn back. Without warning, two large men in suits step out of the front charging toward me, but I’m paralyzed.

“Miss Jones, please come with us.” One of them requests. However, I don’t think I’m given much of a choice.

“Ugh, I’m not going anywhere with you!” I snap trying to walk around them, but one grabs my arm as the other opens the back door of the shady SUV. “Get the hell off me!” I shout struggling to pull away. But my tiny stature is no match for this giant lumberjack in a suit handling me. He throws me in the back locking the doors. Fixing myself I realize I’m sitting next to the asshole himself. Mr. Robert Thoms.

“I’m sorry about that.” He says.

“Fuck you asshole!” I snap disgusted and out of breath. He smiles at me as if my tantrum turns him on. I hate he’s so attractive. “What do you want?” I ask admiring his caramel skin. I notice he’s removed the cornrows from his hair letting his long locks free.

“Ally I-”

“Don’t call me that jerk!” His smiles unoffended, but it’s obvious he’s trying to calm me down.

“I miss you.” He says staring at me exposed. Did he really just say that? I suck my teeth, crossing my arms jaded. “C’mon…you loved me once.”

“No! I loved a lie!” I snap. He glares with his captivating hazel eyes pulling me in. I can’t do this! I try to get out, yanking at the door handle but it’s no use. “Let me outta here.” I whisper. He slides over while my back is turned. His alluring fragrance is overwhelming, taking me back to a happier time. Tears fill my eyes as the reminder of his betrayal returns. “Robbie…please…don’t.” I request not daring to face him. He says nothing.  His warm breath cascades down my neck as his fingers creep up my exposed leg. I don’t stop him. I can’t.

“Alexandra, stop fighting this.” He whispers pulling my ear lobe into his mouth in the way only he knows how. My clit vibrates as his tongue circles my ear. Holy shit! I can’t. I turn to his wanton hazel eyes staring down at me. He inches closer leaning his forehead against mine and nuzzles my nose with his. He moves his lips against mine, waiting for me to make the connection. How can I let this happen? How did I not see through his lies before he took hold of me? What should I do?

Dante’s Inferno

Seductive language teases our senses

dismissing my need to be apprehensive

Now my mind flutters with thoughts of him

wishing he were here kissing every limb

Time slows, me fervently imagining his touch

my body against his holding me steady like a crutch

The feel of his tongue quickly unravels me

then he enters me slowly where no one is allowed but he

The feel of his swollen rod spreads me wide

as I succumb to feeling I can no longer hide

Buried beneath him while making love to me

now realizing this is where I should be

-Cam Johns

Excerpt From Book One

“Kevin, what are you still doin’ up?” I say still stumbling out of my shoes.

“Waiting for you obviously…who was that?”

“Oh, that was Jackson from work. He ended up meeting us at the club.”

“Why is he bringing you home, I thought you were ridin’ with Alyssa?”

“She had something to do…..what’s with the interrogation Kevin?”

“I wanna know who this man is driving my woman around. I don’t know that dude.”

“Chill, he’s no one. I’m tired…going to bed now.” I turn to walk up the stairs when Kevin walks in front of me. “What!”

“Relax…did you have a good time?” He asks softly pulling me towards him.

“Fuck you Kevin!” I say very much annoyed and angry for some reason.

“Oh you mad now. Why? I have the right to know what’s going on.” I stare at him furiously. Oh yes, that’s why.

“You have the right? The right? You’ve got some serious nerve asshole.” I pull away from him and try to start up the stairs. He yanks me back down, pushing me into the wall lifting an arm above my head. “What are you doing?” He says nothing staring down at me grabbing my other hand to pull above my head. Holding both my hands up in one of his, he uses the other to grab my chin and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head.

“C’mon boo.” He whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re a jerk.” I say not as angry.

“I know.” He slowly glides his lips across my neck. “I’m sorry.” He whispers nibbling on my ear lobe. He glides his free hand down the front of my dress until he reaches the bottom and pulls it up until my underwear is visible. He sneaks his fingers in at the top of my panties and tries to slide two of them between my legs. “Open.” He whispers in my ear. I abide by his wish spreading my legs for him. He slides two fingers back and forth against my clit. “Your pussy’s not mad at me I see.” He says moving his fingers faster.

“I-I fuck-ing hate you so-meti-mes.” I say with labored breathing.

“I know.” I open my eyes to him, hating that he’s able to do this to me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to cum right now.” He kisses me hard sliding his fingers inside of me and pounds his hand against my clit steadily. Oh. I thrust my pelvis toward him, then back and forth as if I’m riding him. He always knows how to make me feel so sexy.  “Yeah…let it out boo.”

“I’m gonna cum!” I shout. He kisses me hard as I come down from my explosion. Finally calmed, I look up at him defeated. “I think you can let my arms down now.” I whisper and smile.

“I dunno… I kinda like having this control over you.” He says with this sly smirk. I giggle as he finally lets me go. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down to my lips, kissing him softly.

“You think you know me so well don’t you?”

“I think I do.” He pulls me upstairs, “Let’s get you out of these clothes boo. I know you’re tired.”

“Yes, let’s.” We go upstairs where he undresses me then lays me in the bed. He slides in behind me and we fall asleep in each other’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Bed Angry

Our backs against one another

tension fills the room frustrating each other

offensive words were displayed

feelings unresolved, we lie betrayed

 

Our eyes open unable to rest

until our dissatisfaction is expressed

he slides in close intimately exposed

I readily reciprocate unable to oppose

 

Our carnal gaze soothe our thoughts

he caresses my lips with his untangling my knots

we indulge in each other angry no more

our love making dissolving whatever we were fighting for

-Cam Johns