Sharlene Alba
Bio
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
Stories (287/0)
Need Me: Part 1
This wouldn't be the first time I snuck into the office after hours to get some work done. But I had to get the mountain full of paperwork on my desk over with by morning and since I over-extended my vacation for the sole purpose of taking some mental days off to regain my sanity, I only had me to blame for it.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Chemistry
The emotional turmoil that expanded throughout his body increased as he sang his last note and his gaze caught hers in the crowd. Everyone in the audience applauded for them, cheering and hollering. He was proud of the progress the band was making, even if it meant playing music for small events. Music was in his blood, his favorite outlet. Even though he loved the adrenaline singing in front of crowds gave him, the rush of blood and lust filling his veins at the moment were all caused by her.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
The Cabin
The snow began to form a barricade around the cabin. There was no way out until morning, when the howling wind stopped, and the sun began to melt the snow. For now, they were stuck with only a few logs left for the fire. Soon, they'd have to find another ways to keep warm. She glanced towards him from across the room, where the flames of the fire contorted and distorted his handsome face. His long and rugged fingers were wrapped around a coffee mug, and suddenly, she wanted to know what if felt like to kiss him.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
Valentine's Night
The hour was late when she stepped into the empty train car. Or, at least, she thought it was empty. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused her to look to her right as she sat down, crossing her legs. She saw him sitting a couple of feet away from her, his hands relaxed on his dark jeans. He was wearing a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses that covered his eyes, but for some reason, she knew he was watching her. She spent the first twenty minutes of her train ride getting lost in her novel. Random strangers entered and exited in between stops, leaving them alone once again. The train started moving again, only to come to a screeching halt. The voice in the intercom filled her ears, informing her that they were having some technical difficulties and to not panic. The train should be moving soon. She sighed impatiently and returned to her novel.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
The Cowgirl: Part 2
All of the lights in her apartment were off with the exception of small white scented candles. But she smiled as she placed her black stilettos on the floor and followed the path filled with yellow tulip petals, her feet stepping on the comfortable fabric of the carpet.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy
The Cowgirl
The charity event was starting to get dull. Everyone was either sitting on the sidelines and looking around awkwardly, or just simply pretending to laugh at some joke with a glass of champagne in their hands. This clearly wasn't her scene and she contemplated on coming up with an excuse to leave early. But she was the primary organizer for tonight, and she needed to stay. Maybe some fresh air would do her some good.
By Sharlene Alba6 years ago in Filthy