No More You

The classroom was finally ready! The walls decorated with quotes from different iconic literary legends, the windows covered by thick heavy crimson drapes making the room rely solely on the lamps for light, oversized firm pillows rested on the faux llama fur rug, the lavender and vanilla scented candles that hung in the air all served to create this classroom environment for the personal development workshop.

Long mocha starlet waves adorned the heart shaped face of the caramel beauty trying to quell her nerves, kicking away any negative thoughts of an impending failure. Her bright jade moons begrudgingly revealed her intent even when she desperately attempted to be stoic much like her incredibly handsome soon to be ex-husband Elijah Mikaelson. He was her biggest failure of all.

It's easy to feel like you can't ever do anything right when you have no idea on how to please your husband and more so, that being the exact reason why they are now separated. The papers have already been served; he simply delayed in signing them saying "I'll get to them when I feel like it. It's not like someone else is just waiting to marry you."

The pain only his words could bring was beyond what she could handle but she refused to break. She didn't break after she found out how many other women he slept and experimented with when he would only have "Traditional Sex" with her, she didn't break when he told her to stop acting like a slut when he walked in on her masturbating, and she most certainly didn't break in all 8 years of their marriage when she had to pretend with her friends that she had experienced an orgasm from her husband.

She needed this distraction, which is why she decided to teach others how to let it all go and focus on solutions. The only way is a heaping amount of introspection. The idea is utterly laughable, after all, as the saying goes: those who can't do teach.

Bonnie Mikaelson was once the most celebrated romance novelist. Having the ultimate finesse with her words which teetered along the lines between romance and erotica earning her many accolades. Her two trilogies were mere fantasies she wished her husband would have indulged in with her. Instead it earned her his distance which eventually led to him rarely coming home for dinner, if at all.

After putting up with his behavior for all those years and trying to find the error of her ways she decided that she no longer gave a flying fuck! If he didn't want her, she'd rather be alone that stay.

The first step to independence was earning a steady income, sure Elijah did very well for himself because of his family and she had her own money from her millions of book sales, endorsements, and movie deal for the Forbidden Fruit series. Her marriage was proof that one should never become dependent on anyone. She needed a backup plan. She thought long and hard about her options and in the process found herself. The catharsis unlocked the key to clear her mind enough to make sure the solutions to her problems were evident. She was determined to share the gift she was given.

In just a few minutes, she will open her door for the many hopefuls that wish to follow the path she took so many years before.

Lifting the mirror to her face, she checked for any smears in her mascara and applied a nude matte to her crooked rosy petals, there is no way she is going to teach this class looking like a soon to be divorcee.

Straightening her slate grey wrap dress, she reached the door to open allow her group of 10 students to enter the classroom. They were handpicked by her, a diverse group of people who can very well be in the path to reach their greatness.

Bonnie made sure to acquaint herself with each student and their hopes for the class before agreeing to teach them. The purpose for her screening process was to ensure that she would be the best fit to guide them in their journey. The responsibility of mentoring other was not lost on her. Greed is not something Bonnie soon to be Bennett again indulged in.

The students filled the classroom quickly making good use of the pillows which were arranged in a diamond allowing her access to each in a fashion she deemed would help promote creative thinking.

Taking the seat placed dead center of the diamond; she crossed her legs and began the class introduction.

"Today's class is more of a getting to know you. You will each share what you wish to accomplish during our time together. In this room, all intellectual property is respected. No one in here can claim anyone else's ideas, however collaborations are possible and common." Her emerald jewels looked around the class nervously mentally berating herself for lack of composure. Get it together girl!

Clearing her throat and adding sugar to her voice, she spoke up. "I'll start with an introduction of my own. My name is Bonnie Mika-Bennett". She let out a nervous laugh. "I first started writing when I was in Junior High School inspired by a school girl crush not knowing that later on in life that work would get me published. I was part of my school paper and submitted a lot of short stories to magazines. This meeting of the minds is a new challenge to me, so I hope to learn from you all as well. My one rule is, if you decide to enter with negative energy, find a productive way to extinguish it."

She tried to focus as each participant introduced themselves. The auras she picked up were all warm, some hotter than others, because of this, she couldn't help but pick her favorites. Everyone shared their stories and she was pleased with the outcome. The time approached for the last student to share his work, but he was unresponsive.

The last person of the group seemed to be unaware that it was his turn. His blonde curls that laid on the desk were the only identifiable part of him on display.

"Umm… excuse me. Are you ok? It's your turn." The man in question still didn't move.

The very frustrated Bonnie rose from her seat failing to straighten the bottom part of her wrap dress before she walked over to his desk. She used the pen that she was taking notes with the poke the man in question.

"Hey, if you are too tired to participate; you are not obligated to be here. This class is optional." She huffed turning her tone from warm too cold in a New York minute which seemed to grab his attention.

His head rose from the desk as his eyes took in the sight in front of him. Plum 6-inch stilettos, skin tones thigh high stockings, the imprint of the garter that held them in place were visible for his keen eyes; the opening of the wrap dress gave him a glimpse of beautiful caramel legs and a hint of something brown. His mouth watered instantly.

He allowed his eyes to travel upwards to the swell of her hips, the small waist where the tie rested leading up to her beautiful rounded bosom peeking out delightfully for his viewing. The piece de resistance was definitely the lovely full pink petals, high cheek bones that bore a soft rosy hue, small button nose, and large doe emerald gems topped with long wavy chestnut locks.

His breath hitched in his throat as the locked eyes.

A smirk reached his face traveling to his sparkling baby blue eyes as he whispered. "You may want to fix your dress, unless your intention is to provide me with some inspiration."

Her eyes caught sight of her state of dress causing her to let out a 'yelp'. Turning red instantly, she fixed her bottom and sat down. She didn't want to meet his gaze after that, but couldn't help to look up as his eyes were locked on her.

This man is devastatingly handsome, that much was undeniable. In a way he resembled her husband but not quite. The intense sexual aura suffocated her and the rippled muscular tone of his body was evident through the short sleeved collar shirt he had on leaving the top three buttons undone to emphasize the definition of his pale chest.

For a single moment, Bonnie was awestruck and began to feel self-conscious not having felt this way since the day she met her husband. Finding her voice again, the brunette addressed the man in front of her.

"Your introduction…" her voice was shaky causing the man to let out a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry; I've been working since 5 a.m. falling asleep here wasn't my intention." He scratched the back of his head.

"My name is Klaus, but you love, can call me Nik, right now I'm passionate about you and you are exactly what I want to write about." He held locked eyes with her not looking away once as the words floated out of his deliciously plump lips.

"Nik, I wish to help you develop you as a writer without being your muse." Not knowing how she managed to speak, the words flowed smoothly.

"Your contract covers everything else, but it doesn't say I can't write about you."

Thinking back at the very detailed contract, she realized that he was absolutely right. A frown formed on her face. "Fine, just don't use my name." His eyes sparkled in delight of her surrender.

Needing to refocus, she looked at her other students hoping to engage them in a bit of a sharing session. "Ok, so who would like to share some rough drafts?"

To her delight, Elena raised her hand. "Wonderful, Elena go ahead. You can either stand up or stay seated, however you feel most comfortable."

The short mahogany haired young woman stood up commanding the attention of the entire room with her sheer aura. Her natural beauty only enhance her effects.

"He asked to stay… with me… our sweaty naked bodies wrapped in Egyptian cotton as his left hand caressed my cheek pulling me into his embrace, sharing his life force through his lips. I tasted heaven for a fragment of time and brought back to reality all at once. The gold band adorning the ring finger of the hand he used to explore my body served as a reminder that he will never be mine. He's private property that I borrow at my convenience. He will never be mine and I will never be his.

I tell myself I can live with this. He isn't the only one. There are plenty where he came from, but he was special; the first of his kind and unique because my heart was once his for the keeping. After him, I promised that it would never happen again, yet defiance has become my existence."

A round of applause echoed through the room. Elena sat down elated. The adrenaline was coursing through her body reaffirmed her desire to write.

"Elena, that was wonderful! Granted this was just a piece of your story so I'm sure that the setting descriptive are somewhere however a way to take the reader back to the world you create no matter what part they are reading is to continually add sensory and visual descriptions.

The way you set the scene and poured out your emotions was absolutely captivating! I would be honored to read your book. Does anyone else have comments for Elena?

I want you to know that your opinion is valued, and constructive criticism is good. You are not only writers but readers as well and as such my opinion isn't the only one that matters. People like you all are the targeted audience which is why I wanted this diversity in the classroom."

A few more of the students took turns sharing opinions and excerpts of their work while others requested to wait until the next class to share feeling better prepared after becoming aware of the expectations.

"Ok, so that will be it for tonight's class. We will meet again on Friday which will give you 3 days to separate some material for me. If you have any questions, my email and phone number are on the contract I gave you. Feel free to use them. You are dismissed!"

The brunette began to clean up the room as the students shuffled out the door.

"Bonnie, Is it ok for me to call you by your first name?" The husky deep voice startled her, his proximity allowed his warm cinnamon scented breath to tickle her flesh enough for the hairs on the back of her neck to stand. She bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape her mouth.

It has been far too long since anyone has cared to arouse her and sadly she wasn't even sure if he intended to turn her on at this moment. Before looking back at him, she collected herself.

"Nik you may call me by my name. I am your peer and your teacher." Her voice was surprisingly steady, free of all the emotions the blonde-haired man stirred inside of her.

"I'll help you clean up." He spoke as he began to pick up any papers disposing of them in the trash receptacle, stacking chairs and desks to the back of the room allowing her to sweep and mop. She didn't refuse the company, she was always alone and unbeknownst to her his presence was both exhilarating and therapeutic.

"You didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it." Collecting her items, she motioned him to follow her out of the room, turning off the lights and locking the door behind her.

"I wanted to do it. It's 9 p.m. and you really shouldn't be out here alone it's dangerous. Do you want to get a drink?" He towered over her standing 5ft 11in over her 5ft 2in. height. He wet his lips as he inched closer to her face whispering in her ear.

"I know there's a good reason for a woman like you to take her wedding ring off. I can see the loneliness in your eyes, but more than anything I can see your need to be touched. How long has it been? Do you even know what it feels like to be worshipped by a man? To feel every bit of your flesh on fire as your being tasted? To explode over and over again from touch?" He backed her into the door, his hand slid to the back of her head latching on to her silky tresses bring her face closer to his, sapphire clashing with jade, the intensity bouncing off their skin.

"I-I… I… We shouldn't do this. Nik, I appreciate the offer, but let's just keep this professional." Her voice betrayed her clearly displaying her desire and uncertainty. He knew better either way.

"Is that why you have no panties on?" A big smile formed on his face as she gasped, her doe eyes widening a fraction, her crooked smile quivered. "Tell me, did you leave them off in hopes to find someone or is that good for nothing you have at home leaving you so unsatisfied that you have to resort to pleasing yourself?"

She was so lost in his words and in the hypnotic spell cast by his eyes, she failed to notice his hand caressing her inner thigh. Goosebumps covered her caramel dermis as he locked her eyes with his, paralyzing her with the intensity radiating from them.

His fingers reached into her wet folds making her entire body tingle wantonly, a moan escaped her pouty pink lips. It wasn't until his finger entered her core causing her breath to hitch that she became aware of the position that she was in.

Finding the strength to resist, she brought her hand to his chest pushing him away roughly before she had the chance to appreciate his herculean physique, He didn't try any further for the moment.

What he did do was take the hand that was caressing her sex and lick each and every finger glistening with her essence, savoring her juices, committing the flavor to memory. "You taste as exquisite as you look. I'll walk you to your car."

Once her breath evened out, she followed him to the parking lot not daring to talk out of fear that she would beg for more. He mounted the motorcycle parked directly across from her classic black 1959 Jaguar Roadster.

He rode by her window knocking lightly on the glass. Her hands trembled at the thought of what he might want slowing bringing the glass down enough for their eyes to meet. As he waited for her jotted down a few lines and drew a quick image on his notebook and ripped the leaf out.

A paper slips through the glass. The engine noise begins to fade. It isn't until then that she notices he is gone.

As she opens the paper and reads its contents the moisture between her legs increases feeling enraptured by the concupiscence he inspired in her. The image on the picture enraptures her soul.

Caught Up In You

He doesn't touch her. I can tell she's neglected.

I tell myself only a fool would deny a goddess.

The wedding ring meant to stake his claim on her is absent.

She's using her maiden name. Why is this?

Who would be blind enough to lose sight of such precious treasure?

He isn't me. I am not him.

If I were, that ring would still be there. She wouldn't be alone walking to her car at night in an abandoned parking lot.

She wouldn't be afraid, she'd be protected.

Most of all she would be satisfied.

She wears a wrap dress, teasing my senses.

The thin material wraps around her shapely toned figure accentuating each curve for my viewing pleasure.

I imagine she wears it just for me, knowing that once the class clears I will claim her.

Untying that god forsaken knot that keeps her supple skin hidden, I'm pleased to see her soft perky breasts are barely being contained by the plum bra she's wearing.

Her beautiful legs are partially covered in her nude thigh highs held up by a plum garter belt absent any panties.

This woman, this ethereal creature is innocently naughty, and it is my goal in life to corrupt her.

The scent of her arousal has awakened the beast inside of me.

She can't see how hard I am for her right now, but I will make sure she knows how the mere thought of her is enough to stroke myself into oblivion.

I'd much rather it be her, but until then, the hand that touched her will satisfy me as her scent is the only cologne I will wear on my body.

My mouth longs to taste more of her…I will

Believe me, I will.

The image on the paper shows Bonnie naked in only her thigh high and heels resting on an opened book with Klaus watching looking as if he had devious plans for her. She felt wanted, she needed to feel wanted. It was then she decided that she always wanted to feel this way, settling for less was no longer an option.