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  Copyright ©2009 by Cara North

  First published in 05-2009, 2009

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  CONTENTS

  Wind It Up

  A Real Bad Boy

  Real Good Man

  Temporary One

  Brokenheartsville

  Beautiful Wings

  Breathe

  Let's Get it On

  Aint’ Nothin’ Like The Real Thing Baby

  The Chain

  Dontcha Wish Your Boyfriend Was Hot Like Mine

  It Takes Two to Make a Thing Go Right

  Can I get a What-What

  As We Lay

  Easy Lovers

  Jagged Little Pill

  Pieces of Me

  Domo Arigato Mister Roboto

  Sleeping Single in a King Size Bed

  Bring The Pain

  Sweat!

  Burn It Up

  Slippery When Wet

  Leavin’ on a Jet Plane

  Walk the Line

  Tossin’ and Turnin'

  I just called to say I love you

  That's Amore'

  Rock Star

  Lick It

  Rub a Dub Dub

  Just a Girl

  Kiss of Life

  Dirty Little Secret

  My Old Friend

  Toxic

  Dirty

  Give Me More

  No Ordinary Love

  Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend

  You'll think of me

  Some Sweet Day

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  The Object of My Obsession

  By

  Cara North

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  Copyright© 2008 Cara North

  ISBN: 978-1-60767-013-1

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  Wind It Up

  Closing my eyes, I imagine it is him working me into such a frenzy instead of myself with this damn battery operated ... no, no, and no. My eyes open as all fantasy fades along with my hope of a quick climax, “Damn batteries."

  The frustration I feel in this moment is a combination of my heart returning to normal and the ache between my legs reminding me that I was almost there. I look at the clock. Midnight. Where can I get batteries at midnight? I sit up and let out a breath. It doesn't matter, I won't sleep without it. Not when I know that he is in this hotel somewhere and tomorrow I will get to speak with him. It took me months to get this interview and now that I know it is real, I am a little wired up about it.

  I look at the man and sigh, “Well Jacob, you're just going to have to hold on for a few minutes.” I talk to the magazine as if he can hear me. My current obsession is with one very hunky new actor. I'm great at advice but I haven't been in a real relationship in a while. Recently I have taken to making up relationships with celebrities in my mind. It takes the edge off, and when I do hook up with a hot guy, and it ends badly, or it just ends, I always have Mr. Perfect in my mind there to fall back on. “Don't look at me like that. I know this is desperate, but it is quicker this way, manual takes forever."

  I take a quick shower and then head down to the lobby. My hope is that the shop will still be open and that it will have batteries. Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. “Where is the closest gas station?"

  The clerk looks at me like I am crazy and I wonder if I have forgotten to put something on or if I reek of desperation, and she knows. Maybe they really do have those video cameras set up in hotel rooms and she was watching me. Of course then she would know that I need the batteries. Irritation clear on her face she says, “Right down the street."

  "Thanks.” Nope she doesn't know I need batteries but she does know that I need to pay more attention to my surroundings. As I walk out, I can see the big sign from the front of the hotel. I can't say why I am nervous about this interview, just that I have built him up in my head so much I wonder what he will be like in person. My fear is that he will be a complete jerk and then I won't have my imagination to keep me warm at night. My gut tells me he is an amazing guy and that I will leave here with dreams a plenty. Right now, all I need is to get my batteries, get my orgasm, and get to sleep.

  The night sky crackled and thunder clapped as I was about half way to the gas station. I thought I would make it there and back before the rain started.

  I was wrong.

  I made it to the gas station, purchased a pack of batteries, got a curious look from the old man behind the counter, and headed back to the hotel. The wind howled and blew my hair every direction whipping it across my face one way then the next. I fought the stray strands away from my lips and eyes.

  I was almost there, almost to the front of the hotel when the sky opened up and the rain poured down on me. Cool water drenched me as I ran the last few feet to the building. I laughed because I could. No one was around to see me except the night clerk and she was pre-occupied with some tall drink of man checking in. I stifled my giggles as the reality of my desperation sat in. What a sorry state I had come to, slipping out in the middle of the night for batteries. It was time I found a real man again if only for a while.

  The elevator opened and I stepped inside. I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I stepped in. I looked a bit crazy I have to admit. My hair wet, my clothes clinging to me, and one clear plastic bag with batteries in my hand. I turned before I scared myself anymore.

  "Hold that will ya?” A voice came from the hall.

  I pressed the button to keep the door open. I had to; something in his rich timbre compelled me to hold the elevator. I wanted to see the man behind that voice, even if I did look crazy.

  "Thanks.” Said the man I was masturbating to less than an hour ago.

  I blinked a few times. My mouth suddenly dried up, my heart suddenly sped up, and the ache between my legs revived in a whole new way. With great effort, I squeaked out, “You're welcome."

  He smiled at me. A half smile and a slight laugh came out. “You didn't make it huh?"

  Why in the world was the future of film talking to me? “Make what?"

  "You're wet. You didn't make it inside in time.” He looked me up and down and I followed his eyes as they covered me head to toe. “We were pulling up as you left. I thought—where in the world is that woman heading at this hour?” He lifted his eyebrows and looked at my hands. “So what made you run out in the mid
dle of the night?"

  I wanted to tell him it was none of his business but he could see what was in the bag as sure as I held it. I started to tell him in a very coy way but then a thunderclap shook everything including the elevator and it stopped. Lights flickered and then the generator must have turned on because low lights illuminated the bottom of the elevator floor. “Oh no. No, no, no. I can't be stuck in an elevator."

  "I guess you can.” He opened the little door and spoke to someone. He sat the phone back and closed the door. His shadowed body turned towards me. “Apparently we can be stuck here for a while. They said lightning hit a transformer and that it would be a while, not to panic."

  It wasn't being stuck in an elevator that bothered me. It was the company. How could I not panic when the object of my obsession was in front of me? All I wanted to do was jump on him and here he was telling me not to panic. He should be the one in a panic. He had no idea he was in an elevator with me. I had come all the way to California in hopes of getting five questions answered by him, and now I was trapped in an elevator with him. “Batteries."

  "What?” he looked at me. Covered in shadows with just a faint light from the bottom of the elevator I couldn't read his expression but I detected interest in his voice.

  "I went out for batteries.” I shrugged. Hell it was now or never. I wouldn't get a chance like this in a million lifetimes. I wanted to get a quote from him for my article; I had arranged to be one of the reporters at Wednesday's event. Since I worked for an online magazine and my column could spin publicity to their target audience, they put me on the interview roster.

  He laughed. “You're serious?"

  "See for yourself.” I handed him the bag. He looked inside holding it up to a stream of light.

  "Hmm.” He handed them back to me. “Now why would a girl like you need those?"

  He had no idea what kind of girl I was. “I haven't found a man able to replace them, yet."

  I felt as though I were having an out of body experience. Sure, I wrote an advice column about sex, but I really didn't think I had this in me.

  "Are you looking in the right place?” His voice dropped a notch and I knew as sure as I knew my name I was about to get what I had been wanting for over a year now.

  Boldly, I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. He looked down and I carefully reached for his legs. “May I?"

  "When was the last time you did this?” His voice was a whisper. Maybe women dropped to their knees before him every day.

  "It's been a few years. I'm clean if that's what you're asking.” I slid my hands over jeans and strong muscled thighs underneath them. “When was the last time you let someone do this?"

  "Three months ago, before we broke up she...” He shook his head. “I've been tested, you're safe."

  I looked up at him, my hands frozen to his thighs. He had broken up with her, the woman in the magazine article he so generously talked about for most of the interview? Could I possibly work into a secret rebound affair? If I did this right, I just might get what I asked for and more.

  "I like the way you smell.” I pressed my nose to his navel through his shirt and his stomach jerked. My hands centered on the button of his jeans and pulled it free. He pulled his shirt up as I pulled the zipper down. My clit throbbed, my nipples tightened and heat warmed the cool damp fabric clinging to my body.

  "I'm Jake by the way.” He ran a thumb across my lip and tilted my head up to look at him. “You are?"

  "Sonja.” Sheesh, I hadn't even told him my name. I laughed. “I'm sorry, I ... it's not every day you get to act out a fantasy."

  "You fantasize about this?” He laughed lightly and lifted my hair away from my face as I pulled out his impressive cock and stroked the soft skin over his steel erection.

  "I fantasize about you.” With the words said out loud I took him into my mouth. Smooth warm skin, clean and throbbing. Without much in the way of a gag reflex, I could almost take him in to the base. He slid easily down my throat and I imagined how good it would feel for him to slide so easily into my pussy.

  "I'm sure I'll say the same tomorrow.” His stomach trembled under my right fingers. I stroked his balls with my left hand and as I pulled back from the base of his shaft, I left his cock completely and licked the tight seam between each of his hair roughened testicles.

  His head fell back against the wall with a thunk. I licked then sucked his left ball into my mouth then the right. His fingers trembled against my head where he tangled them deeper into my wet hair. I made sure to suck and slurp, and let him know exactly how much I was enjoying this myself. And I was. My hips rocked uncontrollably against the friction of my panties and jeans. My hand moved from his stomach slowly tickling the thick hair surrounding his cock.

  "Yes.” He said as I gripped him with both hands. I made sure he was wet, slippery and I worked, I worked hard to please him. The nice thing about being an advice columnist is that I took every class open to make sure I could give good advice. I learned how to suck cock in a classroom full of other women with various size dildos stuck to the table. I wrung his dick gently, then with more pressure. I licked the tip, the slit, and circled the head with my tongue. His fingers dug into my scalp and his moans became louder. My forearms rested against his thighs for balance and the more he trembled the hotter I got. I moved closer, brushed my nipples against his leg and let out a moan of my own.

  "You taste so good.” I gasped. He did. This was better than any fantasy I had ever had. The real thing was beautiful, smooth, and amazing to play with.

  He responded with something incoherent. I knew he was ready to come; he had been for a few seconds already. I rocked harder, clenching my thighs with each stroke, imagining him inside me as he came. I sucked harder, and hummed, loud and hard so each vibration reverberated through him.

  "Oh my...” He burst. Fast warm streams of liquid filled my throat and I swallowed. He pushed farther inside my mouth feeling my throat constrict around his shaft with each swallow. His body trembled and jerked. A sense of power and accomplishment flooded me. I wanted to come so badly. I wanted to feel the same release. But I couldn't. I couldn't get nearly enough friction from the jeans.

  The light came on and the elevator began moving as quickly as it had stopped. I scrambled from the floor and he hastily tucked his dick away and zipped his pants. The elevator stopped and I looked to see that it was my floor. He opened his lush mouth to say something but I couldn't hear anything, I didn't want to ruin the experience.

  "Thanks.” He stood mouth agape as the doors closed behind me. I'm sure if women offered him blow jobs daily they probably wanted to stick around afterwards. I wanted to follow my own advice and keep him wanting, be mysterious, but never lie.

  I rushed to the room where my magazine laid waiting on the bed. After taking off my clothes and replacing the batteries, I realized that I didn't want to come this way. I wanted him. For real. And now I knew there was hope that I could indeed have him, at least for a night, I didn't want to make-believe anymore.

  My legs twisted and my crotch ached. “See you tomorrow afternoon, Jacob."

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  A Real Bad Boy

  The press lined up outside the series of rooms set up for each of the stars. We would have five minutes with each of them and that was it. I was eighth in line and knew that by the time anyone spoke to me it was going to be a forced effort. Luckily, Jacob was the last on my list. Unfortunately, there were seven more people behind me.

  I had a list of questions for each of them, especially the young starlet who had turned nineteen last week. She professed to be a virgin and that the film, though controversial in nature due to the sex scenes, had not influenced her. I knew better. Those scenes were with Jacob and there was no way any woman alive couldn't be influenced by that mans hands on them. The thought of his hands in my hair, his cock in my mouth made me ache in wonderful places. The way he smelled, all warm and spicy, the way he tasted, clean and...

>   "So you're saying that the scenes in the movie have not impacted your views?” I smile as she blushes slightly.

  "Exactly.” She shrugged. “I mean, with so many people standing around while you're doing them it isn't like you can really get lost in the moment. The director kept telling me to move left, turn more this way, and say this. It was awkward and I was clumsy."

  "What do you mean?” I asked. She leaned in and I knew she was dying to tell me something she couldn't or really shouldn't share.

  "Well, off the record?” I nodded and she continued. “They wear these sock thingies and as I was pulling his pants down in one scene I took the sock with it. He was out for all to see."

  "And?” I was on the edge of my seat.

  "He covered himself quickly and I sat there with my mouth hanging open, embarrassed, and in shock. I know the tabloids think I am lying, but I really am a virgin. I hadn't seen one before, not like that.” Her cheeks deepened their color and her hands came up to cover her face. “I really shouldn't be telling you this."

  "It's okay. I won't print it.” I smiled. “Quite impressive isn't he?"

  "I'll say.” She laughed and fanned herself. “I thought he was a bit of an egotistical jerk when I started working with him, but as the film went on, and he forgave me for exposing him, I think he's a really neat guy."

  "Any chance of a romantic relationship?” I hope my voice doesn't give away my immediate concern.

  "No.” She said flat out, and then thought about it. “No, I don't think he would. If he would, I would consider it. Can you ask him that question?"

  The knock on the door meant my time was up. “Sure."

  Oh, I would ask him all right. I stopped outside his door and realized that this was going to be awkward. No two ways about it. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

  "Come in.” He called. I stepped inside and his back was to me. “Would you like some water? I'm thirsty from all this talking."

  "No thanks.” I said and he stopped pouring the water. He turned slowly and I gulped.

  His brown hair was in an arranged mess on top of his head. Disheveled but neatly and purposefully done so. He wore a grey sweater with a white collared shirt underneath. Grey slacks and white tennis shoes completed the outfit. His blue eyes searched my face and then looked me over. His eyes didn't return to mine though; they stopped at the press tag hanging around my neck.