Sunday, February 28, 2016

By My Side



By My Side

by romance author MoGeSu

I can't touch him, I can't see him but I know he never leaves me.
Though his touch is not physical the thought of it sends warmth through my veins.
His words hug my mind and comfort my aching soul.
I can hear his mental tears that he cries for me when he knows I'm in pain.
The kisses he subliminally place upon my lips leave a taste that is everlasting.

I hang on to his every word that he speaks and each thought that he thinks.
Even though he is not right here he stays continuously by my side.
His goodbyes are never for long but to me it seems like an eternity.
Holding my breath to see what else he has to share with me next, I miss him dearly.

Two individuals living separate lives, miles apart, never have been together.
But yet we unknowingly move in unison, think as one, and act as a whole.
Though not physically our lives are now spiritually bound.

Fear and uncertainty of what’s to come try to take control but we are now equally yoked;
Making us unshakable, unbreakable, unstoppable, and strong in our unity.

Whether you can see him or not, I am never alone. He is always by my side.



(T.Y.)

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Never Too Much, A Love Story by romance author MoGeSu

Have you ever fallen in love? How long did it take? Were you caught off guard or could you see it coming?  So quietly and so quickly, a feeling creeps up, sinks in, and takes control. It should take years, a lifetime even, for someone to come into your world and just completely melt the protective layers of your heart but it doesn’t. I completely wasn’t ready. Were you?
The sound of his voice, the smile of his eyes, the fullness of his lips and damn sure the touch of his hand keeps my heart on fire and my soul begging for more. How is it that I can’t get enough? When we aren’t together nothing is quite right, nothing falls into its rightful place. When he is around I try to hide the emotion from my face. Can he see it? I’m sure when his tongue licks my naked body and explore the folds of my most sensitive spots he can definitely taste all that I try to keep hidden inside.

I’ve always wondered if there was a difference between just loving someone and being in love them. Not only is there a difference, the difference is quite significant. Loving someone is just that, you love them. No more, no less. You’re used to each other and it’s regrettably no longer as special. It is what it is. When you’re in love the passion is still there. The fire still burns very hot; the yearning still runs soul deep.
Being in love is not just that, it’s so very much more. You can still feel that person’s hands on you long after they’re gone. You feel their gravitational pull on you despite the fact that you aren’t even in their physical presence. Being in love is powerful to a blinding fault, that’s why I didn’t see it coming.

It happens so fast just after a simple glance, then a kiss, eventually a touch and then u fall. It feels good but yet its hella scary. I need to get enough so I can move on but I can’t and honestly don’t even want to. I am still oh so thirsty, hungry even, wanting more than I could ever possibly consume. My spirit runneth over, drunk off this intoxicating intensity that flows freely from him and instantly ignites the fever in me. The mere thought takes my breath away then he kisses me and brings air back into my life. The constant give and take between two people truly in love is never too much. They embrace it, and each other, with open hearts, souls and minds. 


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Saturday, January 2, 2016

Excerpt from "Truly Yours," the follow up novel to "Dreams Really Do Come True" by romance author MoGeSu

It was almost lunchtime and all the cars had been finished up and moved out early. More would probably come in. The guys had left the shop to go goof off but would check back later in the day. Coming from inside the office was the sound of music, laughter, and Spanish conversation. Aaron liked having Manuela around. She was a big help and everyone liked her. People still asked about Dorian all the time, though, which would put Aaron in a fog.

Things had been going really good and he hadn’t wanted to mess that up so he never told her about Manuela. He knew she was feeling insecure and he didn’t want anything to intensify that. Except for the whole neck massage incident, Manuela was working out just fine. He had wanted Dorian to take the time she needed to get back to being herself. Just finding her taking a nap in their bed a few weeks ago had been a step in the right direction, but last night took them three steps back.

She reacted to him touching her like he was a stranger who had no right to put his hands on her in such a way. He hadn’t known how to react so he got out of dodge as soon as he could. He’d barely slept. For a good portion of the night he laid and watched her sleep. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her, but he stayed on his side and watched from afar. She obviously was dreaming about him because she constantly whispered his name. All he knew is that he wanted his wife back.

 “Aaron?” Manuela said, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yes?” he answered.

“Where were you just then?” she questioned softly.

He shook his head. “Nowhere. I’m good.”

She walked over to Dorian’s desk where he was seated and sat on the edge closest to him. There was a huge feast spread out in front of Aaron that Manuela had thoughtfully prepared. It all smelled delicious but Aaron didn’t have much of an appetite. She crossed her legs and flung her hair to one side. As she did so, movement near the office door caught her attention but she did not acknowledge it. Manuela noticed her from the picture of their family on the wall so she knew exactly who she was.

“I understand you are going through so much. Your family is really lucky to have such a hardworking, caring man in their lives. You know whenever you need to talk, I’m here,” she told him.

“Thank you. I appreciate that, Manuela.” He sighed.

“Eres muy bienvenido Papi Chulo,” she answered back.

He heard her but he didn’t answer. He was somewhere deeply lost in his thoughts again. He was smiling. Papi Chulo was what Dorian calls him when they are making love. His wife knew exactly how to satisfy him even after all this time. He knew she was feeling insecure about herself right now, but in his eyes, she didn’t need to. She was all the woman he wanted and needed.

“You need to eat. Taste this. After all, I made it especially for you. I’m sure it brings back memories of living in a Hispanic home. You know nothing could ever top that!” she exclaimed while hand feeding him.

Without thinking he opened his mouth and let her feed him. As soon as he took a bite he looked up and saw Dorian standing there, eyes full of tears but pretending to be too strong to cry. No sooner than he saw her, she was gone.


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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Excerpt from the novel "Dreams Really Do Come True" by Author MoGeSu

When I pulled in the drive way he was just getting out of his car. He was smiling. The sight of his face made me smile, too. I sat there for a minute, unable to help smiling back. I had missed him, already.

It wasn't that long since I'd seen him but it was too long nonetheless. I got out and met him at the door. I knew what was on his mind because as I fought to get the key in the hole he was kissing my neck. No words needed to be spoken. He was there to take my pain away. To comfort me, help me forget.

When inside I dropped down heavily on the couch as he went to the kitchen. He came back out with ice cubes in his hand. I rotated my head left to right to ease some of the tension from my neck when I felt the coldness of the ice tracing the outline of my collarbone. A sensation of heat immediately followed the cold. It was his tongue slowly licking the trail of melted liquid the ice left behind. A soft moan escaped my lips followed by an airy sigh.

He was standing directly behind me, between the wall and the couch. He left the ice to fend for itself as he dropped it completely into my shirt. His licks became more aggressive as he added a soft sucking motion. He wouldn't dare leave a hicky on my neck because I was too old for that. I didn't need everyone at work knowing that I got my sex on the day before.

He came around the couch and slowly kissed away the tears that had settled on my cheeks. I had been crying and didn't even know it. I just let my emotions go, unable to contain them any longer. All of the anguish, hurt, and fear just seeped from me like a volcano that hadn't erupted in ages.

We undressed and he took me where I needed to go, he went where I needed him to be. The oral pleasure he gave me while I was still sitting up on the couch took me to a new high. The things he did with his tongue and just a hint of teeth was phenomenal. My legs shook and shivered no matter how hard I fought to make them stop.

As he licked and sucked with feverish movements he watched me without blinking. He wanted to make sure that everything he could do for me was being done, and done right. I needed to be taken to the next level. I needed him to take me to the point of oblivion, the place where everything is all good. No worries.

I laid down and he positioned himself above me, eyes fixed on mine. As he entered me I sucked in and he blew out. His breath now in my body, we became one. No one could touch me nor hurt me anymore. It was just the two of us and everything else was nonexistent. I smiled and he kissed my lips. I loved what he could do with his tongue. I held onto him for dear life as he sucked on the swollen nipples of my breasts. He took me as if I would disappear in half a second so he had to get all he could get right now and enjoy me to the max.

I felt myself rising higher and higher until I realized I was at the point of no return. No going back now, no looking down. I just continued to go up and up until everything below was no longer visible. I began to feel my breath catch in my throat and the sound of my own moans was far away. I was cumming and I let him know it. He held me to him as I buried my face in his chest. He was taking me there so hard and so fast I thought I was going to pass out.

I felt so wonderful and everything was so perfect that I slipped and told him I loved him. At the sound of my voice everything stopped and I jumped up. Embarrassment and humiliation quickly surfaced as I realized that once again, the whole thing was just a dream......

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Thursday, December 24, 2015

"One For Good Luck" by Author MoGeSu

Okay so it's no secret that I'm a romance author. I'm someone who is in love with the idea of love itself. I honestly can't say I know what it feels like to be in love and get it back on the same level. In my blog #WhoIsMoGeSu I told you about how my storytelling started. What I didn't mention is that sometimes I could find myself in a certain situation and I would later replay it and put my creative spin on it. Let me give you an example.

Several years back my cable was acting up. At first it wasn't a huge issue but between my neighbor driving over the wires that were supposed to be buried and a week long downpour of rain the problem became unbearable. I called the cable company and then forgot about the appointment. The guy called when he was on his way. I was completely across town getting my daughter's two year old pictures taken but he was nice enough to sit and wait. When I got home I put the baby down for a nap and showed the cable guy to my room where the main box was.

I sat on my bed admiring the view while he worked. He was extremely handsome and he wasn't shy at all. We talked a lot about nothing as he worked. He kept his back turned towards me for the most part so I was able to analyze him from head to toe (I'll keep my inner most thoughts to myself LOL). We eventually got around to the fact that I worked from home and that thought really intrigued him. 

He was done working on my cable box so he turned around as we finished our conversation. The front view was just as nice as the view from behind. Much to my dismay he wanted me to write down the information to my job for his wife. POP went my bubble!! I wrote down the information and he left.

Soooo if you were in this situation, what creative spin would YOUR imagination put on it? Well here's mine. Enjoy!!


“One For Good Luck”
By Author MoGeSu

I sat staring out of my room window. It was windy and cold outside but nice and cozy inside. The huge bay window with the cushioned trunk seat was my favorite place in my whole house. It was, by far, the most inviting. My window overlooked the outstretched back yard that stayed perfectly manicured. For every raindrop that fell on my window outside, inside were teardrops falling down my cheeks. I didn’t even bother to wipe them away anymore. I’d been sitting there for hours, not sure how many, when there was a knock on my front door.

At first I didn’t even realize what that noise was. I jumped and turned towards my room door but stayed seated. I was still as a statue while I listened for the noise to come again. When I heard it, louder and more demanding, I looked at the clock. It was a little after 1:00 pm. I couldn’t think straight and didn’t know for the life of me who that could be. I finally got out of the window and slowly walked to the front door. Once again I waited and listened.

For a long while there was dead silence, except for the rain pounding on the roof harder than before. I was running down a mental list of who would possibly come to my home unexpected, especially in the middle of the day. I had been working, so to speak, from home for the last several days and my car was pleasantly parked in the garage. I jumped when the police-like knocking brought me out of my thoughts and back to reality.

“Who is it?” I barely squeezed out of my throat.

“Jerod, with the cable company, Ma’am!” he yelled back.

“Oh my gosh,” I thought to myself as I quickly unlocked the door.

I’d forgotten all about the appointment I’d made. It had been raining for days and the rain must’ve gotten into the wires and knocked out the cable. Shoot, I didn’t know. I was just guessing. I felt bad when I opened the door. The poor man was drenched. I immediately started apologizing.

“Oh my goodness you’re soaked. I’d forgotten about my appointment. I feel terrible!” He smiled a beautiful smile despite his wet face.

“It’s okay. Didn’t they call to remind you of your appointment?” he asked. I nodded in shame.

“Yes they did. I’ve just had a lot on my mind. I truly apologize.” I motioned him to where the cable box was. He did his best to wipe the rain water off his hands.

“Let me get u a towel,” I offered. He smiled again then turned around to get to work. He was a handsome man which reminded me of my heartache again.

I sighed and turned around to go get Jerod a towel but my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking about all the mess I was going through with my so called boyfriend. We’d been together for almost a year and I was less than impressed. I’d recently found out I was not the only female he was seeing but of course he was trying to make me believe otherwise. At this point I was confused and tired, mentally. I arrived back with Jerod’s towel but was still in my own world.

“Thanks,” he said but noticed I wasn’t paying attention.

I didn’t realize I had begun slowly pacing the room while chewing on my manicured thumbnail, deep in thought. At one point in time the not-so-good looking guys were the ones that treated you the best. They opened doors and pulled out your chair for you. They also gave you gifts like flowers and jewelry, just because. Now they try to play you just as much as the fine ones. I turned and caught a glimpse of Jerod’s face. He had completely stopped working and was sitting on top my antique floor model TV with a slight smile on his face.

“So you’d forgotten about the appointment, huh?” he asked.

 “Yes I did. Again I apologize.” I turned to fully face him.

“You said you had things on your mind. From the looks of it they’re still on there…” He had noticed. If he was working and doing his job he wouldn’t have. I calmed down. It wasn’t his fault. It was nice of him to inquire.

“Yea I guess you’re right. I’m good though.” He turned and went back to the task at hand behind the cable box.

“So enlighten me,” he said, surprising me. I had started pacing again but immediately stopped and turned towards him again.

“Enlighten you? I am SO not about to sit here and load my problems on you. I don’t talk to strangers!” I added. He straightened up and laughed.

 “Strangers are the best to talk to. Try me.”

I couldn’t believe him. He actually wanted me to pour out all my problems on him. I started to think about his offer, though. After a while it didn’t seem like such a bogus idea. It is always best to have a man’s opinion when it came to relationship problems.

I sighed and sat down on the couch. Felt like I was a patient and he was my therapist, like I should be lying down instead of sitting. While he worked I filled him in with the short version of my past year’s relationship.

“Sorry but his excuses are a bunch of bull and you know it, don’t you?” he asked.

 I sat in deep thought for a while before answering. I had just opened my mouth when the phone rang. He was looking at me, arms crossed, sitting on the TV top again. He slowly rose and went back to work. I got up to answer the phone.

“Hello?” I asked in my “white girl” voice everyone always accused me of talking in.

I didn’t think I sounded white, just professional and like I had good sense. On the other end was my boyfriend, wanting to have a conversation I was not prepared to have at that very moment. Besides, I was emotionally unstable first of all and second of all Jerod was there. He was working, but definitely paying close attention.

I was on the phone for almost thirty minutes. I did more listening than talking but I’m sure just from my end it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I did not do what I should’ve and broke up with him. I was too ashamed, embarrassed basically, to even face Jerod. Why did I care? Why SHOULD I care? He doesn’t know me! He don’t know anything about how lonely I feel at night and how badly I needed to feel loved, to feel worthy of being loved. I’d been through SO much, especially when it came to men. When I needed to feel beautiful and appreciated, my boyfriend had been there.

I didn’t expect anyone else to do so, but for some reason I felt the need for Jerod to understand. I didn’t want him to think I was a stupid or vulnerable chicken head. I wanted him to know I was intelligent and didn’t suffer from low self esteem but we all needed a boost sometimes.

I marched right back in the living and stood staring out of the window. When I’d stormed in there I was planning to announce that we’d decided to work it out and that was that. I didn’t want to discuss my situation with some stranger anymore. I wanted him to do his work and get out, but for some reason it didn’t happen that way. I felt like a teenager not able to admit to her parents that she was dating the bad boy of the neighborhood. I didn’t see when he straightened up and took his sitting position on the TV again. I didn’t want to turn around but I knew he was watching me.

“Ma’am?” he started. I turned around slowly.

“Jenna,” I corrected.

“Jenna. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. Are you happy with the decision you have obviously made?” he asked.

I didn’t immediately answer. I just stood there staring at him. I couldn’t speak. This wasn’t me. What was this? How did I get here to this point in my life? I was too overwhelmed. The tears began to fall again, harder than the rain outside. He walked towards me. I didn’t want him to see me like this so I tried to turn and run. He caught up to me and wrapped me up in his arms. I backed away from him immediately. His shirt was still cold and wet. When he realized what was wrong he stripped down to his boxers and again walked towards me with his arms out. I couldn’t fight him. He was there and he wanted to console me. At that very moment in time that was exactly what I needed……

Lightning flashed and thunder clapped while the rain continued to crash down outside. We were oblivious to any of it as Jerod gave me nothing but love making at its finest. I’d never experienced that with men I’d been with for years, let alone a stranger. His kisses were flawless and his caresses were to die for. My boyfriend had called several times and I ignored them all. After we had exhausted every position we knew and lay spent and out of breath, the phone began to ring again. I reached to answer it when Jerod beat me to it.

“Hello?” he answered and politely waited. I was laughing so hard I had to cover my mouth.

“I’m sorry I have her busy right now. Please don’t bother to call back. There’s no need. I’m here now. Have a good day.” He placed the phone back on the cradle and I burst into laughter.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” I yelled.

“Seriously, you deserve so much better, Jen. I promise I did you a favor. You are such a beautiful woman.” I blushed. My boyfriend, EX boyfriend now, was good at kissing up but he’d never said that before.

“I have to go…” The sound of his voice brought me out of my thoughts. My heart dropped. I knew he’d have to leave but I wasn’t ready.

“Okay,” was all I could muster up. His eyes actually showed sadness. We both got up and began to slowly get dressed. He watched my every move as I put on my clothes. He gathered his tools and began to pack everything up.

“Is it fixed?” I asked looking towards the TV. He reared back and laughed.

“Baby I was done ten minutes after I got here!” He laughed even harder when I repeatedly, but playfully hit him.

“So you were over there all hard at work and faking?” I asked as if I were mad.

He was laughing so hard all he could do was nod. I began to laugh too, but not for long. He was standing in the doorway and I knew what that meant.

“So I guess I’ll never see you again,” I stated, not asked.

“Why you say that?” he asked.

“Cause I know, that’s why.”

“Wanna bet?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Nope. I don’t gamble,” I told him.

“Just out of curiosity, why not?” he asked.

“Because gambling takes luck, and all my luck is bad,” I said and I meant every word.

He came towards me and planted a long passionate, breath taking kiss on my lips. He’d already stopped kissing me but I still stood with my eyes closed and lips puckered. I didn’t want it to stop. Once I realized it was over I licked my lips to get the last taste of his. He smiled.

“That was one for good luck since your claim you have none. I wanted to give you some of mine.”

That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said or done for me and I was truly floored. We hugged, said our goodbyes, and with that he was gone.



Don't forget to comment to let me know what you think. Also I want to know if YOU have ever been in this situation or have had fantasies about being in this situation. Guys there are cable ladies too. Let me hear those thoughts/experiences. Until next time!!!!!
 

#WhoIsMoGeSu

#WhoIsMoGeSu


"Books should draw us in. The characters should feel familiar. The story should be relatable. You should be able to clearly envision the virtual picture." MoGeSu

I wanted to give you some insight as to who is MoGeSu. That's funny because I'm just slowly getting to know her myself. You will often hear me talk about my confusion as to how I became a writer. When doing interviews people were asking just as many questions about me personally as they were about my novel so I decided to dig a little deeper. I wanted to search for the clues that I'd obviously missed over the course of my lifetime.

I won't bore you by going over them all but my findings came back to me in a flood of memories. As an elementary school child I can remember being in bed scared to go to sleep at night. My daddy stayed awake late and that gave me some sense of security. Coming from a two parent home greatly influenced me. Because of this I knew that I wanted a husband by my side and a baby in my arms when I grew up. Lying in bed waiting for sleep to find me I'd picture my husband and baby right there with me. I realize now this is where my storytelling began.

Staring into the darkness as my eyelids got heavy I could clearly see my fantasy husband and I interacting with each other and spending time with our new baby in new places and different situations. I was happy with what I thought was a glimpse into my future. I was always content enough to go fast asleep. 

On into middle school I had enough real life events going on to overshadow the visions of my little nighttime fantasy family. My school work load was heavier, I talked on the phone to my friends constantly, my nephew had just been born and I had more responsibilities around the house. All of that was more than enough to keep me busy so when it was bedtime I passed out when my head hit the pillow!! It was actually my seventh grade teacher who made sure my storytelling continued to flourish. My creative writing stories in her class weren't fiction though, so it really didn't hold my attention much. 

Digging deep into my memory I see now that high school is really when my storytelling was taken to the next level. Why wouldn't it? I was a teenager noticing boys in a different light. In elementary school the boys ran around hitting girls, pulling our hair and breaking our pencils. In middle school boys kept to themselves and girls did the same. In high school boys became "real" all of a sudden. They actually talked to the girls and asked them out!! 

I was told when I was in tenth grade that if I wasn't having sex, most of the guys, no longer boys, wouldn't even give me a second thought. That being said I continued watch from afar and just "imagine" what true love would be like. Storytelling became such a big part of my life that I actually had a friend that I began sharing stories with. We were always on the phone anyway so I figured why not! 

After a while my friend began storytelling to me and I'd listen intently. Soon listening is all I ever wanted to do. I don't know if she realized it but while she told the story the scenes would be playing in my head like a movie. Between her words and my imagination the stories I saw played out in my head were captivating. 

Life after high school is a reality check to say the least. Friends go separate ways, you change jobs a million times, you fall in love just to get hurt then do it all over again and then eventually you forget all the old childhood memories because you are busy making new adult ones.

Growing up happened. Different jobs happened. A baby happened. It's not hard to understand how and why storytelling became a nonexistent part of my life but when something is meant for you, well, its not just gonna go away. My novel "Dreams Really Do Come True" came to me in countless dreams while I was trying to sleep. I ignored it so it got louder. It finally got so loud that I could barely function anymore at any time of the day. I got out of bed at three in the morning since I couldn't sleep anyway and I got to writing. I didn't stop until the whole novel was done.

I'd forgotten about storytelling so it reminded me how it felt to be away from reality, even for a little while. I write my books how I like to read my books. I feel that they should be an escape. I'm a hopeless romantic so I want to read about the stories that outline the relationship goals that someday I will have. I like books that remind me of what all is in store.

Being an author writing just makes me feel better. I've moved a few times and this last time I actually went through some things that had been packed away and I've found several little short stories. I'll post them just to give you guys a more in depth look into just #WhoIsMoGeSu.......


Happy Holidays!!