FROM THE SMOKING GLASS LIT BAR
THE PASSAGE FROM DECADENCE COLLECTION
Blurb & Abridged Excerpt
Meet My Battle Buddy #1: Sergeant First Class Stella-Ann Kelly
Kuwait & Iraqi Freedom Veter
THE PASSAGE COLLECTION I
Passage from Decadence
Prologue ● Bart and StellaLadies and gentlemen, I am MSG (Master Sergeant) November Lynn Elle Graves (retired) from the United States Army. Myself and my best friend, confidant, and trusted agent have returned home from the war-torn provinces of the Middle Eastern theatre. What a time we had…I might add. Just check with the broken-hearted Officers, five clicks down the way (they gave us some great times, and great lovin…for that matter). That woman knows she is something else (Stella-Ann) …but I love it! Learned a great deal from that girl! Some of the shit she taught has gotten me through the rough times, of my life. I am here to narrate the story of my veteran sister (Battle Buddy) as we vets like to refer to each other; SFC (Sergeant First Class) Stella Ann Kelly; a.k.a. the “Ice-Princess”; or “Iron Duchess”, in our more intimate circles. Unlike traditional love stories or romantic encounters, this is a romantic tale filled with fire breathing hedonists, narcissists, and crazy…but loveable neurotics (way above the bell curve). Yet, her story is no less epoch! Bart and Stella were those types of hardcore personalities where their love had to evolve, from power struggles the likes of which the modesties of most folks, would be shocked…beyond comprehension! It would take a soldier to love like that y’all. Unfortunately, sometimes it’s just our way…to love hard and crazy, that is!
Their love was not destined, it was practically ordained. However, for this love to endure it would have to fight the good fight–waging a type of emotional and mental guerilla warfare between two, would be, lovers. This was the way it had to be for it to survive. In the end, however, this love had an objective–to live, die, and then resurrect itself. Nonetheless, the casualties and collateral damage would live on in each life it touched. A love that nearly assassinated Bart and Stella, in both a literal mental and emotional sense. Fundamentally, this was the pathway forward emotionally, for my battle buddy—Bart on the other hand—was a horse of a different color. The Gentleman was put on that proverbial pedestal, knocked off, then allow to sit there again–only to have life knock his ass back off again (battle buddy #1 caught him every time). Still, he never lost too much favor with Stella; she always chose to view Bart’s antics through rose-colored glasses. Even if it meant to her detriment. Stella always preferred the bite of life…over the kiss of it. This was just her way. In a sense, Bart and Stella were made for each other, even if they could only bare to be with one another no more than seventy-two hours at a time–which for the rest of us meant just a simple weekend hook-up. You got to luv these two! But let me delve in a little further.
At first glance, Stella and Bart was an odd couple of sorts, yet there were peculiar qualities about the couple that made their match complete. In appearance, the two lovers could not have been more opposite. Stella is a tall, statuesque woman with a gorgeous, Carmel, creamy and mocha-enrich complexion—that made one think of a sinfully rich and truculent dessert. She is the type of woman who walks into the room and all eyes are immediately on her, because of the woman’s stellar and commanding presence and posture. Some within her tightly woven, and, intimate circle felt that she had a body created for the finer things in life. Shit…she really did!
Stella agreed, of course, with their reviews wholeheartedly. No one ever said that she was modest. The spicy vixen knew, innately, that she exuded confidence accompanied by a smoldering sultry disposition which she used to her advantage, at every opportunity. Couple that with an I don’t give a fuck kinda attitude and the lady only become more desirable (to men especially). Stella simply possessed a talent very few women have the pleasure of beholding; she could merge feminine and masculine qualities together to produce one deliciously intoxicating and alluring mixture. Because of this refined talent, suffice it to say, this Iron duchess was never in a shortage of would-be suitors…ever!
Stella was no lightweight when the opportunity presented itself to vie for power, and true to form, this woman would only entertain the company of Adjutant Military Officers (post level and beyond) or Corporate America’s most powerful and successful eligible single men, and unhappily married professionals. Her philosophy, when it came to married men, was simple…it’s cheaper to keep her, and vice versa. This was, often, the unspoken code between her and would-be suitors. The distinguished gentlemen hidden on her “crackberry” and little black book adored and admired her for it; some literally salivated at the thought of a woman sharing their more masculine dating rules of engagement. Among her steadier beaus, this was a featured attraction.
As for Bart, his sleek masculine statue of a body was always camouflaged by his shark suits but oh what lay underneath all that detailed tailoring. Being a marathon runner, his body was ripped and cut to the point of zero body fat, literally. Bart’s skin was as smooth as butter—with a gorgeous olive tone (Eastern European roots). The salt and pepper hairs on his chest laid softly close to his beautiful and sexy body. Often, he likes to lick his lips slowly, until they dripped with moisture from his long… long tongue. A girl would quickly lose her concentration. And, there was no exception for those juicy ass lips, either! Nonetheless.
To his credit what the gentleman lacked in traditional southern breeding, he made up for in financial firepower and professional charisma…the likes of very few southern gents, around the Atlanta-Metro. In addition to his charm and a beautiful set of piercing hazel-green eyes, he had those penetrating glares…. No pun intended…. that made women think carnal thoughts before they were able to catch themselves. And… catch themselves they would! Bart was a fucking delicious torment (totally unattainable). However, unbeknownst to all the ladies…Mr. Bart had a fetish for a certain type of woman. She had to be of ethnic origins because those type of girls were the sexiest and intriguing to him. Of course, Black, Hispanic, Russian, and women from the Eastern European block threw up a few hallelujahs, once they became aware of this notion. Because, those types, Mr. Bart opened his wallet to them, the likes of Wall Street’s morning opening bell! Eventually, his Stella-Ann would become his own personal sensual and fiscal hedge-fund. He wanted that damn girl…like no other…and vice-versa, so to speak.
The verdict was in from the word go…they was an extremely attractive duo. However, that is not the law of physical attraction that drew the two would-be lovers towards one another. Many of the couple’s colleagues and intimate acquaintances, on the outside of this fiery mix, concluded that the common thread between this odd couple was not only the fact that they were two of a kind, but they were what would be called by polite society, modern day libertines. They weren’t the Marquis de Sade’ type of libertines…no… more a mixture of hedonistic and pleasure seeker types. What I, personally, would describe battle-buddy #1 and Mr. Bart as is a soft libertine.
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WHEN LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE…
Later that night it began to rain slightly; the sleeping beauty heard not a thing she had slipped, into such a deep trance until…
The crack of lightning struck hard and strong as it awoke the sleeping beauty, from her deep beautiful trance, startled and utterly bewildered! Shortly afterward, she felt a brawny pair of masculine and strong hands around her waist—at first, wondering if it were a dream—–but a deep voice with a rather sexy southern drawl bated her to not be frightened. Because he was there now…back in the apartment with her.
After clarity of thought, and realizing that he was in the room with her again, close to her and by the lady’s side…she had to pose the question?
“OMG…How long have you been here?””Why are you here, again?””And in the privacy of my boudoir?”
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