New! Hot & Steamy Coffee Addict release!

Hey, it's me, Kassanna. 
I hope you can appreciate my rendition of poop. But he has a face, a cute one. :)
A good friend of mine read my short story - BU or MU and within two hours I got a call with the warning that she will no longer be speaking to me and apparently, I am not sh*t for writing it. As we debated the pros and cons of the short story, and I got my kudos because -drumroll- it's a damn good story. It seems she had an issue with the way things played out. 
I'll let you be the judge. Check out the hot and steamy new Coffee Addict release and let me know what you think.

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Welcome to Coffee Addict.
A discreet café on a little-known street where you can meet anyone at any time. Made popular by word of mouth, the baristas aren’t to be played with. Then again, neither are the patrons. With advice on tap like cold brew shots. Sometimes what you order may not be what you get.
 
Break Up or Make Up?

Sun streamed through windows illuminating the little eclectic café with the varying styles of paintings and prints on the on the different colored walls. A few booths and a small number of tables with chairs occupied the narrow space and the counter dominated the back wall. The place was packed with young and old patrons. Unable to find seating, some customers stood in small groups chatting. A women blogged in an empty corner near a hallway. Reviews were high for the coffee shop with influencers making multiple vlogs, and Tik Toks about it. Its online presence garnered the nickname Coffee Addict Time Machine. It was liked to that old TV Show – the British one with some sort of doctor and a police booth.

Luke didn’t give a damn about the décor or the gimmick as long as the coffee was good. He’d placed an order twenty minutes ago and was picking it up on his was to Jordan’s place. She’d commented on a Coffee Addict post in social media and he made it a point to find the place.

The person in front of him collected her things and left, he stepped up to the counter. “Order for Luke. Iced Caramel Macchiato Grande and a pumpkin spice muffin.”

The barista nodded and turned. He rifled through shelves lined with bags and pulled one free. “The muffins are fresh.” He muttered before making the drink. “Coffees are made to order at pick up.” He finished and set the tall cup in front of Luke. “My advice, tell the truth. She still loves you.” He sighed and shook his head. “But those emotions… they are losing value. Quick.”

Luke tilted his head and stared at the counter clerk. A strange uneasiness bubbled up into his chest. “What are you talking about?”

“You would know better than I.” The guy snickered and moved to the side for the next customer.

He didn’t have time to ponder exactly what the server was talking about and grabbed the bag before picking up the beverage and exited the shop. Outside the building, Luke stopped and peered at it. As a contractor, he found its quirkiness fascinating. An old place, the architecture was strange, a mix of multiple styles from different time periods. It was as if the place called to him. Shaking off the unusual feelings he made his way to his vehicle. His wife, Jordan couldn’t avoid him forever. A misunderstanding led to a separation, and he was at a loss as to how to get things back to where they were. He tried. God knew he tried. Luke hadn’t physically seen Jordan in four months reduced to lowkey stalking her on social media. At least his son understood the situation, sort of. There was only so much he wanted to explain regarding his failure to protect Jordan and their marriage.

In the confines of his truck, he set the items on the console and started the pick-up. A few taps on the screen and rings rang out through the cab. He put the automobile in drive and drove it out of the lot to meld into morning traffic.

“What do you want Luke?” Jordans groggy tone held a sensual edge. Not unusual, she’s a sexy woman. They’d known each other since college. Twenty-five years and an adult son later, she was still that person. The only one that understood him. When he proposed she was the only woman he wanted to spend his life with and that still held true.

“I found a new coffee shop. I ordered your favs.” It was lie. His heart pounded in his chest. This was the most they talked in weeks. Once upon a time their go to for a short date was a little bakery in downtown Portland, Maine where they enjoyed coffee and whatever pastry was fresh at the time. Like most places post pandemic, it was closed now. A foreshadowing of his marriage. A fucking migraine sent claws of pain scraping through his head. He ignored it.

“Enjoy it.” Her voice was crisp and unforgiving.

She was still mad. He cleared his throat. An uncomfortable silence enveloped them. His resolve strengthened. They would talk today. Have the one that they should have had months ago. “I’m on my way to your place.”

“Don’t bother unless we are signing the divorce agreement.” Faint rustling sounded in the background.

“We need to talk this through.” Restlessness and anger made him clutch the steering wheel tighter.

"I will make it so we are in a perpetual separation for the rest of our lives if we don’t at least talk it out.” It was a threat he would never go through with it, but Jordan didn’t need to know that she didn’t trust him anyway.

“There is nothing left to say.” She whispered. “Let’s not make this any more painful than it has to be.”

Be honest. The words of the barista floated through his mind. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Hindsight is twenty/twenty vision, Luke” She sighed.

It dawned on him. It wasn’t sexiness in her tone it was weariness. “I-”. The screen in the dash flashed and music filled the cab. Jordan ended the call. R and B ballads from the nineties put him in a reflective mood. We’re not making love no… Luke sang along with the group as his truck ate up the miles to her townhouse. The circumstances that led them to this unwanted situation lay heavy on his mind.

If only. It didn’t matter. The damage was done. His former assistant was gone, and he was left to fix the mess she created. Luke exhaled. He’d done everything to set things right. If Jordan wanted counseling, he would have done it. Anything to keep her. Instead, she ignored him, found a lawyer and filed for divorce. She was right to do so. If he’d come on and found her in bed with another man, hell, he would have torn the house down around them. Everybody would have died. The difference was he wasn’t there.

Jordan came home to find his assistant wearing her clothes and lounging in their bed. That psychopath made it seem like she was waiting for him. He couldn’t say what transpired after that. He’d gotten a call from Travis about bailing Jordan out of jail and he caught the first flight he could get on home. Where he found a note on a destroyed mattress from Jordan telling him to go fuck himself. After that she disappeared for a month. It was her lawyer that served him with divorce papers. From that point on it was his son that kept him abreast of what was happening in his wife’s life.
 
Digital rings broke through the song. He tapped the screen to accept the call. “Son.”

“Did it work? Will mom see you? Can we not get a divorce?” Travis launched a flurry of questions without taking a breath. His boy’s tone, that sounded so much like his own, reverberated around him. This break-up wasn’t simply affecting him it was disturbing their child too. In that moment his twenty-two-year-old son sounded like he was five.
 
“I don’t know son. I’m on my way there now.” It was with Travis’ help that they came up with this plan.

“No matter what, Pops, be cool. Mom is hurt. Tell the truth, state your case.” His son sighed. “And get that witch out of your life, dad. She is commenting on your posts like you are lovers. File charges – do something. It doesn’t help that that bitch filed assault charges against mom. Did you know mom still has a court appearance to make? Seriously. I mean I know you didn’t do anything but ‘perception is reality’ to quote my professor.”

Luke didn’t know that. He was working with the police, but everything took time. He’d responded to all their requests. There was only so much he could do. He already had a restraining order against Lola and knew Jordan did too. Frustration bubbled in his chest like heartburn. “I have never cheated on your mom. Ever. Jordan is my life. You are my life. I didn’t know that that bullshit was happening. The first thing I did was fire Lola and contact the authorities.” He didn’t realize his assistant was stalking him and creating narratives that didn’t exist. Jordan took things at face value. And he in his ignorance did too. Major misunderstandings created a chasm between them. One he was having a hard time navigating. He never thought his life would become a damn movie minus the extracurricular fucking and a cooked rabbit.

“I’m just saying, Pops, I believe you, but if you do get a divorce… I’m on Mom’s side.” Silence encompassed the cab when his boy hung up.

Another few minutes and he was parking beside Jordan’s SUV outside of her home. Luke gathered his things and exited the F-150. He’d never been there. Travis gave him the address, but he didn’t want to just show up uninvited. Desperation was a great motivator. At this point he no longer cared if he was welcome or not.

Jordan’s porch reflected comfort, with a couple rocking chairs with a table between them and a plethora of colorful plants littered throughout the space. It was that energy that she brought into his life. The calmness that belied and understated excitement. Just being with her was more than enough. Every day was different, and he missed that. He missed her. Her hooks were well embedded in him. Why didn’t she understand that? There wasn’t a woman alive that could take her place. Luke squared his shoulders, raised his fist and knocked on the door. We can get over this, he thought to himself as he waited.

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Jordan watched her cell’s screen. Luke leaned on the door jamb with a bag and coffee in hand. He changed poses to stand with his feet planted a few feet apart. She snickered. Luke would be fifty-two in a few months. A good-looking older man with just a hint of white at his temples and the physique of a much younger guy. His job as a contractor kept him in shape and the fact that owned a thriving construction company kept him on some women’s radar. A business that she helped him build. Their success in both their professional and personal lives is what motivated her to start her own company. Hell, she was the person that interviewed and hired that cow of a secretary to take her place when she left. How was she too know the crazy chick took that shit literally.

Before long, she and Luke were conveniently missing each other. Messages and texts were going unanswered, and she was finding another woman’s shit in the house she shared with her husband. Within a couple of months they were fighting, trust was lost, names were called and she at the ripe old age of fifty said fuck it and left. The assault charge didn’t help. Funny what a well-intentioned and devious bitch could get away with. All for nothing. At first, she just wanted Luke to clean up the mess then she discovered she enjoyed being alone. Liked the time to herself. Deciding to divorce wasn’t an easy choice. It was a decision made from a lot of thoughtful reflection. Going from high school, to college, to marriage, to motherhood, she didn’t get the chance to find Jordan and now that she did. She was reluctant to let her go.

The doorbell chimed again. Luke wasn’t going away. He was as determined to stay together as she was to break them apart. Maybe they could find a happy medium. Another snort escaped her. She wasn’t a fool. And that damn secretary shouldn’t have been capable of getting between them so quickly and easily. Neither one of them was willing to address the elephant in the room. The unseen cracks in the foundation of their relationship. At the rate they were going, they never would. Was it too late? For the thousandth time Jordan pondered their situation.

Pounding came from the door, rattling it in the door jamb. She checked the screen to see Luke banging his fist against the barrier. She strolled down the hall and stood watching the wood vibrate. Avoidance wasn’t working. Did it ever? The question flitted through her mind. Not with him. She had yet to discover what would. When the man made a decision, he was like a dog with a bone – never letting it go.

Jordan disengaged the locks and wrapped her palm around the knob to twist it. The door swung in, and Luke stumbled forward narrowly missing the side table. Coffee splattered across the floor and the bag went flying into the corner. A chuckle blew past her lips. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at him.

He popped up to his feet and dusted off his hands. A crimson hue flushed his face, and a sheepish smile created deep dimples in his cheek. Their gazes connected and time stopped. It was like looking at the man she met almost three decades ago. From then until now there was nothing about this man that she did not love. That is what made the whole situation painful and necessary. She couldn’t lose herself again.

“I missed you J.” His words were guttural.

Jordan didn’t miss the need in his voice. The inflection of desire. Her resolve weakened what was wrong with one more lovely day. She cupped his face in her palms and went up on her toes and jammed her lips to his. His arm went around her waist instantaneously yanking her against his body. He swung her around.

She needed to stop this. Simply being in each other’s vicinity caused a dangerous need. In the end they would both get hurt. Like they already had. The voice in her head shouted. It didn’t matter. Not then. Because she loved him.
 
Intimately close from chest to thigh, his growing erection pressed against her belly. Luke ate at her lips, tugging and nipping. His tongue invaded her mouth writhing with hers. Jordan closed her eyes as his assault invades her senses. It wasn’t wrong to want this. After so many years together her body was trained to accept him, to crave him. Another day, she may have been able to disregard his advances but right then… Her mind was in chaos. Jordan allowed her need to consume her.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants and yanked. Breaking the kiss, he dragged his mouth down her body, and he tugged her pants lower. Dropping kisses on her collarbone, the cleavage between her breasts, the spot just below her ribcage and the curve of her belly. She leaned back against the bureau, clutching the furniture’s edge. The loose fabric easily fell to her ankles. Luke caught the heel of her foot and lifted it to free one leg.

Eye level with her mons, he eased forward setting his nose against her panties and inhaling deeply. “My God, you smell incredible, sweet.” He whispered before kissing her pussy through the material. Catching her underwear in his grip he jerked the wisp of clothing down and eased it off her foot.
He settled on his knees and lifted her leg over his shoulder.

She peered down her body, watching the top of his head as he moved. The gentle touch of his mouth as he spread her netherlips to suck her clit between his lips sent shivers rippling along her spine. He worked her pearl, skimming his teeth over the tiny bundle of nerves before soothing it with is tongue, repeating the motion. Jordan rolled her hips grinding her slit against his mouth. He released her bud and eased lower, angling her pelvis higher. Luke darted his tongue into her channel, licking the folds of her cunt. Curling his arm over her thigh he traced her pearl with his thumb, pressing down before flicking it in intervals.

Little moans broke past her lips between pants. Her breath hitched in her lung with every stab of his tongue. “Stop playing.” Jordan weaved her fingers through is hair and caught the soft strands in her fist to hold his head in place as she rode his mouth. “Yes! Right there baby!” Furniture shook under her weight. She twisted her fist, yanking his head in the direction she needed him to go. Balancing on the tippy toes of one foot, she repeatedly slammed the heel of her other one into the middle of his back.

His head dipped back, tension tightened his neck and shoulder muscles.  Luke cupped her ass cheeks as the fine hairs of her cunt prickled his jaw. Nectar dribbled down his chin. He pulled back and gazed at her pussy. Sweet dew peppered her labia. He looked up her body and met her stare. “I have never play with my food.”

He rose up her body and clasped butt to heft her up against him. Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck and set lips against his. The sweet and dour taste of her pussy flowed into her mouth. She reared her head back. “Bed now. Two doors down to your left.”

Luke spun her around, searching for the hallway. His taut staff flexed with his movements. Her giggles reminded him of their youth. That time before all the bullshit. He stalked down the hall and waited as she turned the knob. The door silently swung open, and he crossed the threshold moving toward the bed. They fell together. He pushed up and looked down. “Free me.”

Jordan reached between them and popped the button to his jeans, easing the zipper down. It had been so long since they played. Catching the belt loops between her fingers she tugged. He toppled down on top of her. Laughter burst out between them. This was what they used to share. Luke pushed up and crawled back to climb off the bed and stand above her.

She rose up slipping her arms under her to rest on her elbows. “You know that was foul how you didn’t finish your meal.” She pressed her lips together to keep from smiling.

He arched a brow and pushed the pants down his legs. Kicking them off. Suddenly, he gripped her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. She planted her foot in his chest and shoved him back. He gripped her calf and yanked the remaining clothing from her leg tossing them behind him.
She glanced down his body. Excitement sizzled along her nerves. “You went commando?”

“I call it optimism.” He slipped between her legs. “I don’t want to be gentle.”

“Who asked you too?”
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Luke rammed his cock into her channel. Pushing balls deep. He pounded into her, inching them across the bed. She curled a leg around his hip. Her nails scored his back as she clung to his body. Grunts filled her ears as he penetrated her deeper. Prickles clawed through her belly and blossomed through her midsection. She reached farther down, cupping his ass, urging him to move faster. Friction created heat between them and a fine sheen of sweat coated her body. He buried his face in the crook of her neck biting at the sensitive spot below her earlobe. She arched offering her body to him, flexed her hips to meet his thrust. The distinct sound of skin rasping against skin filled the room.

Streaks of color crossed her vision. Her body tautened, like a tightly coiled spring. He slid his hand behind her head and clutched her hair. “Come for me.” He breathlessly begged.

His request, the need in his tone, sent her over the edge. Fireworks simultaneously went off throughout her body, making her jerk. She lost her strength and tumbled into a colorless chasm. Weightless, she floated on unseen currents. For a moment she was lost in complete silence.

She woke with a start, eyes wide open, she briefly forgot where she was. She closed her eyes and took a few calming breaths. Lifting her lids she peered toward the only sliver of light. The door was not quite shut, and she realized she was in her bedroom.

The thin barrier was pushed open, and Luke filled the doorway with a tray in his hand. “I can see why you’ve lost weight J. There is no food in your kitchen.” A crooked smile raised the corner of his mouth. “I made you an omelet with what I could find.” Shirtless, his muscles flexed when he lifted the tray.

“Why are you still here?” She questioned before she could call the words back. Granted she’d just had the best sex in a very long time. Copulation couldn’t fix their broken relationship. All the independence she’d strived for was lost with a wanton act of lust. It was best if she ended it for both their sakes.

His smile faded. “Where should I go J?”

Jordan scooted to the edge and swung her legs off the bed. “We’ve kissed. Shouldn’t we say goodbye.” She wouldn’t look at him.

He didn’t say a word. Stomping echoed through the hall. The door slamming made her jump. Jordan finally looked up at the empty space where he’d stood and blinked back the tears. She laid back and curled up in a ball wrapping her arms around her legs and burying her face in the pillow. “I love you, Luke.” She finally sobbed.
 
The End. Or is it?

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