Mistress Thoughts #3 (Let's obtain our dreams together)

Dear Readers, Dolls, Etc,

First off I want to thank you for following me through this crazy and emotional journey. Your support and non-judgemental thoughts have given me comfort in the hard times. I hope that this blog has given you some sort of entertainment in your hard times.  The journey isn't over, by far, but I'm glad that we are walking through this together.

Earlier this month I decided to submit my soap opera manuscript "ENVY" to a publisher in the UK. As off this past Monday the contract has been signed and it's official "ENVY" will be in bookstores this June (UK) and September (USA).

Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I know that you all are going after your dreams too. Let's obtain our dreams together.

With love,
Victoria

He's not mine. I'm not his

Looking directly at Hunter I wasn't sure if he was joking or being completely serious. We decided to meet for an early dinner after we both had a stressful day. The small authentic Mexican restaurant on the Upper East Side was one of my favorites. The live Mexican band played while diners decided if they were going to try the $35.00, $40.00 or $50.00 shot of Tequila. The food was superb!!

Hunter continued to eat as if nothing insane was just spoken. “Are you serious?” I asked. Maybe I was hearing things. I've learned recently that I have some hearing loss.

“I'm very serious. I don't like you being with Tim as much as you do.” Hunter replied. Never meeting my glaze.

“So what am I suppose to do? Just wait until you have an free afternoon to spend with me. You're nuts.” Confused, I couldn't believe that he would say such a thing.

“I'm not telling you want to do. I'm saying that I don't like it. Your getting to close to him. You just got out of a marriage --” Holding my hand up, interrupting his sentence “I'm asking you again, You want me to wait for you?”

“I'm not saying wait. I'm saying that I thought that we would have some time to ourselves before you got into a serious relationship. I know this is selfish, but its how I feel. I love you Victoria. Just the thought of him...”

Mentally, I'm completely able to understand where this is coming from. Hell, I've been there with him. Knowing that his wife is spending an Saturday afternoon with him would send me into an emotional frenzy. But I had to come to a conclusion: He not mine.

Now that the tables have turned it's Hunter's turn to understand: I'm not his.

“I'm not going to stop seeing him.” Finally meeting my eye contact. “That upset's me.” he finally said.

We finished the rest of our dinner in silence...

Meet Victoria Charleston

Mistress Thougths #2 (I Love Hollywould)

Funny how certain things can trigger a memory. A smell or music can take the mind back to that perfect moment. Walking into my closet I saw several light blue shoe boxes. Smiling I grabbed the boxes gently hoping to keep them in there perfect condition. Opening the boxes and lining them along the wall I could smell the mixture of ALLURE perfume by Chanel. I mentally flashed back to my love of Hollywould shoes days and when I purchased my first pair.

Forgiven

Facing my cousin I saw the tears running down her face. Rachel isn't one to cry or for that matter she isn't one to show outward emotions. It has been months since I've spoken to her. In my heart it seemed like eternity.

“I'm so sorry. I'm truly sorry.” Rachel kept saying as we stood in the bathroom.

She arrived at on of my business luncheons unannounced. Rachel have called me several times, sent emails and text. But I didn't return any of her calls, emails, or text messages. My assistant knowing who she was but didn't know about our fight told her my whereabouts. Shocked by her bold move, I ushered her into the bathroom.

“Victoria, you have to know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. Your my cousin more like a sister.” Scanning the bathroom Rachel continued, “I'm so sorry Victoria. It's been killing me that we haven't talked and that your so angry with me. I know that we can't go back to where we were but do you think that we can try and rebuild our friendship?”

Not having much time to discuss what happen or even my emotions I looked into Rachel's eyes. I saw my cousin, the cousin that would babysit me when my parents went to concerts, the cousin that would teach me how to put on my make-up, the cousin who taught me how to love oneself above anyone else, I saw the cousin that became my sister.

Hugging Rachel I felt a ton of bricks lift from my shoulders. Not realizing the weight that I've been carrying around. Wiping the tears away, “I missed you so much. Afterward your meeting can we share in a cocktail and talk without emotions or judgment?”

With a small smile I nodded my head yes.

Happy Valentine's Day

Hunter: I miss you. I want to be with you right now.

Victoria: Where are you?

Hunter: Getting ready to take my wife to a Valentine's dinner. Where are you?

Victoria: At Tim's place. He's cooking dinner

Happy Valentine's Day

Representative

It isn't the over the top moments that make me smile with Tim. It's the small things that makes me blush. It's when he text me good night no matter how tried he is or when he comes over he always brings my favorite candy, Jolly Ranchers. Once he brought me every book one of my favorite authors had written. When I'm with him I feel like he's really listening and processing everything I say.

Mistress Thoughts #1 (An Unusual Proposal)

I'm constantly traveling. Over the last 12 years I've traveled at least twice a year. I love airports. So many different people from different parts of life coming together under one roof. I’m a people watcher by nature and I couldn’t help but notice all the women with diamond rings on their left hand. Naturally I glanced down at my own hand and knew without looking that it was bare. Hey, I want a diamond ring, too!!!

The Pleasure of Me

Sitting on my couch reading a juicy Jackie Collins novel I felt the sexual throbbing sensation between my legs. The feeling that there was a sudden build up of tension and the only way to relieve the tension was for a release.

Other People's Property

Blinded by rage as soon as I felt the sting in the palm of my hand, I knew that I had made contact with his face. How dare he speak to me that way? I don't give a damn who he think he is or how important he thinks his opinion's are? No one disrespects me and think that I'm going to be okay with it.