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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Dedication

  To my daughters

  Live without regrets

  CONTENTS

  Introduction

  Stairway Foreplay

  Midnight Rendezvous

  Flight of Fancy

  Lather, Rinse, Repeat

  Mussed Do Me

  The Proposition

  Can I?

  Passionate Screw

  Sweet Spot

  The Brazilian

  Brazen Brazilian

  Brazilian Flirt

  Brandy’s Secret

  Brandied Bustier

  Brandy’s Exquisite Cherry

  At Your Service

  My Secret Sin

  Silk Sheet

  Bad Girls

  Blueberry Muffin Shot

  Chocolate Cherry Ripple

  Closing Time

  Bodacious Babe

  Southern Spark

  Rooftop Rendezvous

  The Classic

  Sassy Sarong

  Naughty Nadia

  A Little Naughty & Nice Spice

  Pin-Up Girl

  Girls Night In

  Tickle My Lass

  Tickle My Lass Pitcher Serve

  Straps & Chaps 151

  Sunday Drive

  Lollipop

  Joy Ride

  Flavored Syrups

  Simple Syrup

  Brown Sugar Syrup

  Mixology Tools and Techniques

  About The Author

  Acknowledgments

  Index

  INTRODUCTION

  Considerable thought has been given to weaving my dreams and passions together into a broader genre. My love of creative writing, photography and cocktails has come full circle. Rather than continue to separate these creative endeavors, I have merged the areas of creativity I am most passionate about. It is my hope that new readers and those who have grown with me through The Intoxicologist will embrace a more inclusive meaning of the word intoxicate; to captivate, inspire, stir, rouse, excite, elate to the point of enthusiasm.

  Merriam-Webster.com, Dictionary.com and the New World Dictionary describe the word intoxicate with the following collective definitions, synonyms and related words:

  INTOXICATE

  to excite or please (someone) in a way that suggests the effect of alcohol or a drug

  to make enthusiastic; elate strongly, as by intoxicants; exhilarate: The prospect of success intoxicated him

  to excite or elate to the point of enthusiasm or frenzy

  to stimulate, excite, or elated so as to overwhelm

  SYNONYMS

  Captivate, charge, elate, electrify, enthrall, entrance, enrapture, excite, exhilarate, delight, fire with enthusiasm, galvanize, inspire, invigorate, pump up, rouse, stir, thrill, titillate, transport, turn on

  RELATED WORDS

  Arouse, bewitch, captivate, charm, delight, enchant, hypnotize, incite, interest, intrigue, mesmerize, provoke, rivet, spellbind, stimulate, tantalize

  May the words, photos and recipes contained within the pages of Cocktails with a Tryst captivate, rouse and stir your spirit.

  - Cheri Loughlin, The Intoxicologist

  STAIRWAY FOREPLAY

  I promise to behave until you turn the key in the lock to the front door. I don’t mean to break my promise, but you said we would be home by midnight and I could have my way with you then. Midnight strokes as we approach the apartment building. You are mine before you even place the key in the lock. You have no idea what a handful I am about to be.

  Standing behind you, pressing my body against yours, rubbing against you, I feel excitement rage through my nerve endings. My hands encircle your waist, passing the crevice at the top of your thighs, meeting in the middle, stroking upward over the growing bulge beneath my palms. My lips find their way to the nape of your neck and move to nibble at your ear, tracing the outline of your lobes with the faintest wetness from the tip of my tongue. I whisper how much I yearn to feel your tongue dancing with mine and how my nipples crave the touch of your swirling tongue. Wouldn’t it be amazing to have that fabulous tongue of yours tickling the curve of my sides, behind my knee, the inside of my thigh just before plunging deep inside of me.

  “I want you to taste me right now,” I whisper.

  We manage to make it in the door, but we are still visible to the street through the glass entryway doors. You press me against the foyer wall kissing me frantically, deeply. These are the kisses that transform a man from daytime worker bee to nighttime animalistic lover. My legs spread at the urging of your knees and you lean in between them. One hand tangles in my hair while your other hand passionately ravages my body; caressing and grasping at my breast, lightly pinching at my nipple with thumb and forefinger. I feel your cock throb beneath your pants as you crush into my mound. My hands pull your hips closer to mine and I move against you. My pussy floods with aroused wetness. I fumble with your belt buckle. I want you pulsing and throbbing inside me more than anything else at this moment. All it would take is for you to lift me so I could wrap my legs around you. My skirt would cover our naked desire.

  The elevator dings. Someone is coming. But oh, how I want you right now! Damn the neighbors. You quickly pull me to the stairway, placing a playful finger over my lips, urging me to keep quiet. I give you a sly, yet sheepish look. It isn’t nice to keep me waiting. I playfully bite you. Payback is hell, and boy, do I have a feeling you’re going to pay me back.

  No sooner than the bite is over, you roll me over on the stairs, pinning me as you straddle me. Your hands slide down my chest, over my breasts, cupping their swell in your palms. You grin wickedly. Your hands continue roaming downward over my body. You lean down, kissing me, sliding lower along my body. Your kisses travel quickly from my lips to the hollow between my breasts as your hands glide over my hips to the hem of my skirt. You expertly open my blouse with your teeth and take little nips at my tummy in a direct path to my navel. You push my skirt up to my
hips and don’t waste even a nanosecond of time before plunging your tongue between my legs. I bite my lip in an effort to remain quiet as I brace myself, grasping your shoulders, and arching my back on the stairs. Oh, yes, I love having you on your knees beneath me. You lick, circling, flicking, back and forth until I am writhing quietly on the stairs. And then the orgasm quakes through my body, rocking me to the core. The pent up energy of wanting you all evening washes over me in waves, soothing me.

  When you look at me, you look as if you think you have just gotten away with something. But you have not. Two can play this game. While you have given me much pleasure, I am far from sated. I still haven’t wrapped my lips around that delectable cock of yours. A few more steps and that naughty pleasure will be all mine.

  I curl my finger, wiggling it for you to come to me. You climb up over my body like a prowling cat, hovering over me.

  “I want to taste your cock, but you have on too many clothes,” I whisper. I tug at your shirt, but you still my hand with yours.

  “It’s time to go home,” you say. “I want you naked. All of you.”

  You grind your hard cock into my still aroused mound. I relent and give you a fleeting fake pout. The novelty of the stairs is surpassed by the sensual allure of the leather sofa. I grin and snap my teeth in a flirty air bite. The game is afoot.

  We scurry up the stairs to the apartment. As you turn the key in the lock, I am once again at your back with my hands around your waist. This time, your belt is undone, your shirt tails pulled from your pants and your zipper partially open. My hands disappear to stroke your hard, warm, throbbing cock. I rub my thumb over the head to smear the first slick juices of your pre-come. Oh, how I love the smoothness of your cock.

  In our haste to touch each other, we leave a trail of clothing from the door to the leather sofa. Once we reach the sofa, I snuggle in on your lap, straddling your legs. My pussy lips slide back and forth on your hardened cock, making you wetter and stiffer. I kiss your chin, down your neck to the hollow of your collar bone as I slip down to the floor between your knees. Your head falls back in relaxation and you close your eyes enjoying the moment. I take my time lavishing you with kisses from your chest to your navel, my fingernails lightly scratching down your sides to your hips.

  I continue kissing along the sensitive area at the top of your thighs to the inside of your leg, hovering above your cock just long enough to tease you with the heat of my breath. I want you to want so much more. I kiss and lick my way to the opposite thigh, barely tickling with the tip of my tongue. My mouth waters in anticipation. Teasing you is teasing me. I want to taste you completely.

  While I take my time kissing with tiny licks, my fingers feel how silky smooth you are when you are hard and burning for me. My fingertips explore your hardened cock, spreading your slippery drops with my thumb. The temptation is too much. I swirl my tongue around the rim, covering the head with my lips and end with a delicately placed hot kiss over the very tip. Tasting you is like licking an ice cream cone to peak perfection.

  You reach down to me, gently touching my cheek. I continue circling your head with my fingertips, then my mouth moves to your fingers. I savor them with my tongue, sucking lightly, a gesture of what comes next.

  I lick your engorged penis fully and deliberately from base to tip. I waste no time sliding my open lips over the head for a full stroke with my tongue down the entire length of your erection. I don’t stop until I feel you at the back of my throat. You taste and feel so incredible between my lips. You pulse on my tongue as your arousal increases. Listening to the changes in your breathing and feeling you touch me as I kiss, lick, and suck excites me and makes me wetter.

  I continue tasting and exploring your slick cock with my lips, tongue, and fingers until you are at the edge of losing control. You pull me to your lap and I hover over your cock, letting you feel how slippery my pussy has become. Then I lower myself slowly, feeling every ridge of you glide deeply within my pussy walls. We remain still, resisting the urge to move our hips for the moment. Your lips move to my nipples instead. You play, rolling your tongue around them while sucking gently, yet taking them into your mouth deeply. I squeeze my pussy walls. They throb with want. I am so close to coming when you are inside me and stimulating my nipples like this.

  Control is lost and we give way to pure abandon, moving in rhythm, rocking back and forth, thrusting so you penetrate as deeply as possible. Your hands embrace my hips and ass, moving us as one until our bodies thrum in unison and the pleasure gushes forth, refusing to be denied a moment longer. Tiny aftershocks ripple through me like mini earthquakes causing me to shiver.

  Energy spent, we remain tangled together on the sofa until we regain enough energy to make it to bed for rest and recovery. You have an early morning wake-up call. Perhaps I’ll be your alarm clock and send you to work with something to smile about.

  MIDNIGHT RENDEZVOUS

  1/2 ounce Coconut Rum or Vodka

  1/2 ounce Amaretto Liqueur

  1/2 ounce Pineapple Juice

  1/2 ounce Orange Juice

  2 Maraschino Cherries

  Place one

  maraschino cherry

  in the bottom of each

  shot glass. Set aside. Place all

  liquids in a cocktail shaker filled two-thirds

  full of ice. Shake until well chilled. Strain into

  shot glasses over maraschino cherries. Serves 2.

  This cute little shot of sweetness is a great way to get the ball rolling for an evening of fun. Midnight Rendezvous is sweet, lush and rolls over the tongue with full tropical charm.

  FLIGHT OF FANCY

  1 ounce Gin

  1 ounce Apricot Brandy

  2 ounces Orange Juice

  1 ounce Pineapple Juice

  1/4 ounce Maraschino Cherry Syrup

  Maraschino Cherries & Orange Slice

  Place ice in a

  tall glass. Add gin,

  apricot brandy, orange juice,

  and pineapple juice. Stir briefly. Drizzle

  maraschino cherry syrup over the top. Garnish

  with two or three maraschino cherries and an orange

  slice. Serve with a straw.

  Flight of Fancy is an ideal combination of sweet and tart. If you think gin isn’t your style, Flight of Fancy might make you reconsider. This is a Sex on the Beach style drink with a “take me to Vegas” kind of feel. Get ready for summer, hot sultry nights, and the next hidden stairwell.

  LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT

  Last week I called the hair salon across the street to see if they could squeeze me in. I thought I would surprise you with an up-do for the office dinner you invited me to later this week. Well, it was only partially the reason. It was really an excuse to see Ashley. I love the neck and shoulder massages she gives when she shampoos my hair.

  The receptionist was difficult to understand and did not understand my request. I just wanted Ashley to wash my hair with a few no-fuss, no-muss styling tips. My do was a bit worn out. If Ashley could just find time to do me, that would be fabulous.

  Thinking about the last time Ashley washed my hair just about melted my spine. Offhandedly, Ashley offered to join us in the shower to wash my hair sometime. As I thought about her comment, a small grin flashed over my face at the dead silence that ensued from the stylist and client to our immediate left. I could almost feel them strain to hear our every word after that.

  Well, no such luck on an up-do, let alone getting my hair washed with a relaxing head massage. Damn. The receptionist said Ashley was completely booked at the moment, but someone else could help me out if I wanted. Uh, no thanks. I am pretty particular about who “helps me out.” Not just anyone gets to run their fingers through my hair. I declined another stylist, but asked the receptionist to leave a message for Ashley asking if she could wash my hair and do me in case someone canceled.

  The receptionist must have written that down word for word. Ashley certainly got the message… an
d the underlying tone. She called last night. At first I thought she was calling to let me know she had an opening, but no such luck. She apologized for interrupting my evening and for not being available when I needed her. I told her she was not interrupting.

  “My boyfriend left town this afternoon. I am just sitting here reading a trashy sex novel to kill time,” I said.

  “If you are going to read, then that is the best kind of reading to do,” she said. “Any good?”

  “Well, the story is not so great, but at least there is some detailed sex in here to make it worth skimming the rest.”

  “Any fantasies about hair stylists in there?” she joked.

  “Only mine,” I quipped back. “I told my boyfriend what you said about coming over to wash my hair in the shower with us. He was disappointed when you didn’t show the next morning. Oh, well.”

  “He was?” I could hear more to her question by the inflection in her voice. “And you?”

  “Well, of course,” I said, going along.

  “Then I’ll have to make good on that one of these days. But for now I have to go. Work tomorrow, you know. Get back to all that good sex.”

  I picked my book back up and read a little more with sex and Ashley on the brain. The fantasy of you and me with Ashley all slick and soapy in the shower kept replaying in my head. I was feeling a little slick and tingly.

  This morning I was awakened much too early by the door buzzer. I thought I had overslept and a delivery person was trying to get into the building. I was close to being completely nude, wearing only your white button-down shirt with your lingering scent. I went to bed with thin little panties, but stripped them off to take care of business in the middle of the night.

  I launched out of bed and ran to the answer the buzzer. When I pushed the intercom button to ask who it was, I was relieved to hear a woman’s voice at least. I figured she had the wrong apartment, since I was not expecting anyone. Then she said who she was. Ashley. She said she was here to wash my hair. Oooo…kay. I was still groggy from just waking up. I shook my head a few times to clear the cobwebs and confusion. No, she could not have said what I thought. Skeptically, I buzzed her in.