Day 7 of 30 Days of Kink: The Awakening of Fallon Monroe
By: Phoenix Williams
Tags: Romance, Erotic Romance, Fiction, Kinky, Short Story

THE AWAKENING OF FALLON MONROE

I was going to pop.

My entire body was taut, strung like a bow. One false move and I would explode.

I tried.

For the last eighteen months, I tried to be the good girl. I tried to repress my inner freak for the sake of building a meaningful relationship based on a deep emotional connection and not a physical one.

But none of that mattered now. It was all about to go out the damn window, as I listened to my boyfriend talk.

“It’s not you. It’s me…”

Yeah right, I thought.

“I want things that you can’t give me.”

“Like what?” I asked before I could stop myself.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer, wasn’t sure if my pride could take it.

The look on Cameron’s face mirrored my internal struggle. Sighing deeply, he looked me straight in the eyes and told me why he was leaving me.

“You don’t give me what I need sexually.” At the incredulous look on my face, he quickly added, “It’s not your fault. My tastes are…out there. You couldn’t handle them, and I wouldn’t force you to. I respect you too much. I met this girl, and she understands…”

I was going to pop! Inside my head, there was a whistling sound akin to a kettle over an open flame on the stove.

Girl? What girl? When did he meet this bitch?

At the moment I didn’t know who I was more upset with him or myself. I tried to change, to suppress my natural urges, and here he was saying that I, Kyle Monroe, couldn’t fulfill him?

He had lost his damn mind. If I released the beast on his ass, he would forever have his head between my legs licking the sticky goodness from my pussy. I think what hurt the most was that he didn’t even give me a chance to prove I could be more than enough for him.

We could’ve been beautiful together.

Now we were nothing.

His loss.

Cameron’s droning on almost made me fall asleep until he mentioned a party. My ears instantly perked up.

“Look, Kyle, I would love to be able to go somewhere like that with you, but I know you. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. An underground sex club is not your thing. I need a woman who is comfortable enough in her own sexuality to handle my fetishes. I’m sorry, but you aren’t her. I need you and all of your shit gone by the time I get back.”

Standing up to my full height, I simmered with anger. Yeah, I was going to pop.

“You’re kicking me out?! After begging me to move in, you are kicking me out?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t have time for this. You’re a good girl, a nice girl, but you’re not what I want. Why waste time? I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Cameron had lost his mind. First, he tells me that I can’t please him and then he kicks me out on the streets with nowhere to go. I was going to get his ass. I chuckled to myself as I watched him leave. He had no idea what he had just set free.

CHAPTER 2

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait…a…damn…minute! You mean to tell me that Cameron, Mr. Vanilla Sex himself, told you that you couldn’t handle his fetishes?”

Rolling my eyes, I took another sip of my margarita. I knew I shouldn’t have told my best friend, Parker, what happened with Cameron but I needed her help. I also knew she wouldn’t give an inch unless I gave her the dirt on the Cameron situation.

She had warned me about trying to change myself for a man but did I listen? Of course not. So here I was in her gaudily decorated apartment giving her the rundown on my relationship’s demise.

Seriously, her place looked like Sisqo decorated it — golds, reds, and dragons every damn where! I had to find a place to live and fast.

“Yes, that is what happened.”

“Here’s what I want to know, what is his fetish?” Leaning forward, she gave me a glimpse of her cleavage. “Doggystyle?”

I couldn’t help but crack up. That girl was a nut. But she wasn’t asking anything that I hadn’t already asked myself. When we were together, Cameron usually balked at anything outside of missionary unless it was a special occasion like a birthday or Valentine’s Day.

“That’s why I need your help, P. He said something about going to an underground club, a party. I need to know which one.”

“Why do you need my help?” Her brow knitted in confusion. “You used to be the queen of those clubs.”

“Key phrase is ‘used to be.’ You know how it is. Once you leave, it takes you forever to get back in. I need to know which one he’s going to be at and I need to be on the list.”

A smile stretched across her red painted lips.

“Oh, so you’re breaking out Fallon huh?”

I grinned just thinking about my alter ego and all the fun she used to have.

“Yep, I look at as a twofer. One, I can show Cameron what he’s missing. Two, I can finally get some good dick!”

We both laughed hard at that one.

“Cameron wasn’t hitting that thang right, huh?”

“Hell no! Missionary is not for me.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t even lie on my back when I go to sleep.”

“Well, you know,” Parker said while licking her full lips. “I can always give you something to hold you over until the party.”

My eyes raked over Parker’s form. With her smooth milk with a splash of honey skin, bright blue eyes, and a body that could rival any Victoria Secret’s model she was tempting. Add to that the fact that Parker could hands down eat pussy better than any man I almost gave in but we had been down this road before, and it never worked. I was never into women for the long haul.

I ran a finger down her cheek and kissed those lips I knew I would dream about tonight.

“Thanks but no thanks. Just do this for me, and I’ll be straight.”

Sighing deeply, she reached for her glass.

“You know one day, Kyle, you are going to finally realize that only a woman can love you the way you need to be loved.”

“When that happens, believe me, you and that talented tongue of yours will be the first to know.”