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Hello Fellow Smut Lovers, my name is Benjamin T. Russell – Author & Provocateur and I’m your host today at 69 Shades of Smut. I want to thank you for stopping by and visiting our group Blog. I have what I hope is an interesting proposition for you today. I’ve got another WTF question I believe will have you scratching your head and seconding guessing your answer. In addition, the WTF-Genie and a “special guest” drop by to give me some inspiration.
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All-righty then, let’s rock and roll. About two weeks ago, right after I posted my last WTF Question #2(Click on the embedded link to read it), I found myself undecided as to how I would answer my own WTF question. Well, that’s not entirely true, I know what I want, what my choice would be, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking why can’t I have it all.
I popped the cork on a bottle of Moscato and poured my first glass of the evening. My iPod was playing my favorite playlist, Benji’s Favorites and I was in a very reflective mood. Music can transport you into past memories or stir visions of a future still to come. Prince, Boyz II Men, Taylor Swift and the Black Eyed Peas, to name a few, entertained me. Benji’s Favorites is an extensive playlist and I was on my second glass of wine when one of my ALL time favorite songs began to play.
A song by the late, great Phyllis Hyman – Loving You, Losing You. ‘Loving you, is it worth the pain of losing you? Losing you, is it worth pain of loving you?’ The words to that song are so soulful, even more so – because Ms. Hyman committed suicide not too long after its release. According to the news reports, she was heartbroken and tired of being lonely – even when she wasn’t alone. I hope that everyone understands the difference.
I stared off into space, lost in the quagmire of my own mind, as the words to that song careened around in my head. I hit the continuous play button and sang along with Ms Hyman as I pondered my own WTF question. Acceptance, Trust, Devotion or Sex. If I could only have one, which one would I choose. I’ve had varying degrees of three of the choices, but the fourth I’ve never experienced. On some levels, I’ve often questioned whether the fourth was even in the realm of possibility for someone like me.
‘Loving you, is it worth the pain of losing you? Losing you, is it worth pain of loving you?’
I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, still sitting in my recliner. It wasn’t the first night I’d fallen asleep with my hand on my crotch. Something warm and wet slithered into my consciousness. I didn’t want to wake up. I was dancing with an Angel in the pale moonlight and it was glorious. ‘Loving you, is it worth the pain of losing you? Losing you, is it worth pain of loving you?’
“Benji, wake up – we need to talk,” said a silken female voice in my ear.
My eyes snapped open, but I didn’t move a muscle or a say a word. This has to be a dream, but just in case. It was pitch-dark in the room and I couldn’t see crap.
Something bit my nipple through my shirt and this time I spoke. “WTF, that feels good – can you do it again,” I said.
“Benji, stop fooling around, we need to talk.” Shit – I recognized her voice.
I growled. “WTF-Genie, damn – you have got to stop sneaking up on me in the middle of the night. What the hell are you doing here and what do you want this time?”
A small lamp next to my chair came on. It took a second for my eyes to adjust and then there she stood in all her mystical glory. The last time I saw her she was buck-ass naked. Tonight she wore a silver sheath of a dress that hugged all her generous curves. Eddies of magic swirled around her, one moment she looked like Angelina, the next moment she looked like J-Lo and when I blinked – she looked like Halle Berry.
She smiled. “Benji, I can be whoever you want me to be, after all – this is your fantasy.”
“Grrrrghr, well if this is my fantasy, why do you have clothes on for this visit?”
“Considering the gravity of the situation, I thought it would best if I were clothed, so not to distract you. Benjamin, I’m worried about you,” she said in a voice muted with worry.
Welcome to the club, I’m worried about me too. “Listen WTF-Genie, I truly love mentally masturbating when you’re in the room, but there are better ways for you to coax a wet dream out of me. Why don’t you come back in the morning when I’m awake?”
A rustle of cloth and movement in the dark corner of the room caught my attention. Out of the shadows stepped a tall, willowy figure. As she got closer, a groan tickled the back of my throat at the sight of her sheer beauty. OMG – she was freaking gorgeous. Her hips sang when she walked – a sensual tune of wanton sexuality. Waves of pheromones wafted around her and my cock stirred in my pants. I closed my eyes to calm my breathing and when I opened them again, she had dropped to her knees directly in front of me. Her coal black eyes locked with mine.
I sat rooted in my chair. “Who – who are you?” I croaked. Fuck, let’s try that again. I cleared my throat and spoke louder. “There is something familiar about you, but I can’t quite place it.”
The WTG-Genie kneeled on the floor beside me and took my hand. “Look closer Benji. Don’t you recognize her?”
My eyes hurt she was so damn pretty. “Stand up and turn around so I can see your ass and legs.”
She flowed to her feet like water and took two steps backwards. She did a pirouette and presented me with a scrumptious rear view of her womanly charms. Her long auburn hair reached halfway down her back. She wore an ultra-short skirt, seamed hose – the seam ran down the back of her legs and a pair of four inch cum-lick-me heels. A kernel of memory began to grown in my mind, but when she popped open a red and black parasol and perched it jauntily on her shoulder – that sealed the deal.
I shook my head in disbelief and awe. “Charisma. WTF – now I know I’m dreaming. Savannah Chase and I conjured you up for one of our flash fiction stories in the Six Degrees of Passion Anthology. Ok, somebody needs to tell me what’s going on.”
The WTF-Genie squeezed my hand. “Benji-Baby, as you know, since you and Savannah created her, Charisma is a witch, a very powerful witch. I felt I needed her assistance to give me a magic boost, so we could help you with your WTF Question. I know how it important it is for you to present your WTF posts to the 69 Shades of Smut Blog readers.”
A magic needle pricked my palm and I turned to see Charisma on her knees again, clasping my other hand. She hadn’t spoken since she stepped out of the shadows. The look of hunger in her eyes sent an adrenaline surge through my veins.
I winked at her. “So, how is your vampire Dom Victor doing, have you gotten him out of that tomb yet?’
Her eyes bled from charcoal to blood red as the blood lust reared inside her and in a blink, her inner-monster took control. I squeezed the WTF-Fuck Genie’s hand – hard.
“Benji, I’m here as a favor to Genie and I also like you. After all, I do owe you, since it was your fertile Muse who created me. However, don’t press your luck.”
I sighed. “Ok, I love you too. Now, what is today’s WTF question?” The single light in the room went out. Oh-Oh.
In utter darkness, the WTF-Genie and Charisma spoke in unison, two melodious voices blended as one. “Benji, close your eyes and when you wake-up. You will have your WTF Question and maybe your readers will help you find some answers.”
I closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was – ‘Loving you, is it worth the pain of losing you? Losing you, is it worth pain of loving you?’
Wow, well Ladies and Gents here is the WTF question of the day –
For the first time, we have eliminated the multiple-choice answers; today’s WTF question requires a simple Yes or No.
The WTF-Genie and Charisma told me I could have it all. I could have Acceptance, Trust, Devotion and fantastic Sex all rolled together in a nice neat package. They promised me a life of total bliss. Happiness and rapture would fill each day. My life would be so complete that I would jump in the air every morning, click my heels and shout my joy to the world. Every aspect of my life would improve – personal, business and even my health. However, there was one catch. Yeah, of course there would be a catch, that’s why it’s called a WTF Question.
This life of total nirvana would only last for one year. At the end of those 365 days, it would all crash and burn. It would be sudden and unexpected. I’d never see it coming, because before they bestowed the happiness on me, they’d wipe my memory of their existence. I’d be flying dumb, blind and in love. I’d be devastated by the loss and my spirit crushed. The memories of my lost happiness would haunt me for the rest of my life.
Ah, but those memories wouldn’t just haunt me, they’d warm my heart and nourish my soul forever. What would you do, what would be your answer – Yes or No – would you do it? Would you say Yes, to have something you’d probably never experience otherwise? Yes or No? ‘Loving you, is it worth the pain of losing you? Losing you, is it worth pain of loving you?’
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