Thursday, August 16, 2018

Sweet Revenge (Friday Flash #18)


This is my first time participating in F. Leonora Solomon's Friday Flash. It's been a while since I've written flash fiction. It's a great way to learn how to tighten your writing. Of course, back then, I only had one hundred words to work with. I like this roomy five-hundred word count limit. You can get in much more naughtiness!

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo





Sweet Revenge
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


"What brings you here today?"

Standing at the wall of windows, I watched the Miami skyline light up in the emerging twilight, the last rays of sunlight defiantly painting the sky above Biscayne Bay.

"My boyfriend cheated on me."

The shrink's swanky corner office was in one of the city's most impressive high-rises.

"How does that make you feel?"

I sauntered towards his desk, my heels clicking on the floor. It was a neatly-arranged chrome and glass affair situated in the corner where the windows met.

"Hurt, sad, and really fucking pissed off."

I focused on the picture of him and a busty blonde with the Empire State Building in the background. He was very good-looking—tall, lean, salt and pepper hair, and warm brown eyes. A George Clooney doppelganger.

"That's a completely understandable reaction."

Facing him, I leaned against his desk, my short skirt sliding up to reveal the lacy tops of my thigh-highs. Wearing an expensive charcoal suit, he sat in a black leather armchair that was part of an inviting seating area in the middle of the room.

His gaze flicked to my legs, then returned to my face. "Let's address your anger first."

I pointed at the picture. "This your wife?"

His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly. "Yes."

"She doesn't mind you working late?"

"She often works late herself."

"Know why I'm so angry?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm an amazing girlfriend."

"I'm sure."

"Look at me." I ran my hands over my slim but curvy figure.

He cleared his throat. "Yes, you're very attractive."

"I'm not clingy but supportive, I don't mind him going to stripper clubs with his friends, I actually like football and porn, I'm almost always horny and available, I'm kinky as fuck, and I suck cock like a dream."

He shifted in his seat, uncrossing his legs. "Well…"

I retrieved my cellphone from my purse on the sofa next to him. "The dumbass accidentally sent me a pic of his come all over this slut's tits."

He looked at the screen I shoved in his face, then frowned and took it. "Wait, that's—"

"Your wife."

Kneeling between his legs, I quickly had him unzipped and his cock in my hand.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting even." I nodded at the phone. "Hit record."

Then he was in my mouth and I sucked him hard and deep like a pro.

"Christ!"

It wasn't long before he gripped my hair and I knew he was about to come.

Wrenching my mouth off him, I looked up. "Come on my face."

And he did, in thick heavy bursts.

"Fuck, you are good." He pressed a cloth into my hand.

"Did you get my come-covered face?"

"Yeah."

I wiped my face, then took the phone and sent the video to my boyfriend and his wife.

He grinned. "Same time next week?"

"Sure. Why not?"

As I left, I licked some lingering come from my mouth. It tasted like revenge, and just as sweet.





Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Midnight Blue (Wicked Wednesday #323)


I'm a little late, but this week's Wicked Wednesday "Passenger" prompt ultimately resulted in the story below after some meandering associations in my brain. When I saw "passenger," I thought "naughty road trip." And of course, that road trip would have to be in a classic Mustang. I'm dating myself here, but in my youth, I was fortunate enough to have a 1990 midnight blue Mustang convertible. So that lead me to the song "Midnight Blue" by Lou Gramm. Of course, the car in the video below is a Pontiac GTO, but this song worked better for my purposes than "Mustang Sally," which is what I called my 'Stang, by the way. I know, not terribly original.

Yes, I know the story is a little long. I just couldn't help myself. You can check out the other Wicked Wednesday posts by clicking on the badge below.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story and the musical interlude (if you can get past the 80s hair),

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Warning: D/s, dirty talk, name calling, spanking, and some risky car and public sex that probably shouldn't be tried in reality.





Midnight Blue
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


"Who doesn't have a satellite radio in their car these days?" Unable to find anything decent on the old AM/FM radio, I slumped down in the passenger seat and sighed.

He took his eyes off the road long enough to give me a crooked grin. "Someone with the proper respect for classic muscle cars."

I'd always fantasized about taking off and following I-10 from Jacksonville to LA, stopping to see the sights along the way. Especially New Orleans. Finally doing it with my dream guy in his '66 cherry red Mustang had seemed romantic in the extreme. However, staring at the endless black highway with nothing to listen to but the sound of the tires on the pavement was getting monotonous.

And my cellphone was useless, because we were apparently going through a dead zone. It was hard to believe that there still were dead zones in this day and age. Or maybe my cell service just sucked, which was entirely possible. Since the whole trip had been spur of the moment, I hadn't thought ahead to load up my phone with road music.

"Why don't you try again," he said, nodding toward the radio.

"I've been trying for the last hour. There's only static, gossip music, or that preacher screaming that we're all sinners who'll burn in the hell fires of damnation."

He reached over and squeezed my bare knee. "We'd burn together, baby."

The feel of his warm, strong hand on my skin immediately put me on high alert and jump-started my libido. My breath quickening, I looked from his hand to his face. I could barely make him out, the occasional streetlight momentarily highlighting his striking features and the cool Spring air streaming in from the open window ruffling his longish hair.

Just the sight of him made my heart beat faster, but then he shifted his hand, his fingers sliding down along the inside of my thigh. A flood of juices soaked my cunt in anticipation. Without any real conscious thought, my legs drifted apart, inviting him to explore further.

His gaze remained on the road and he showed no sign that he knew what he was doing to me. After several dozen heartbeats, his hand remained where it was and I realized he had no intention of relieving the growing ache between my legs.

I didn't know if he was purposely teasing me, but I was going to find out. I placed my hand over his and urged him further up my thigh to where I needed him the most.

Just before his finger touched my panty-covered pussy, he pulled his hand away and chuckled. "Oh no you don't, naughty girl."

"Please," I all but whined.

"I need to concentrate on the road."

Okay, if he couldn't drive and finger me at the same time, that didn't mean I couldn't have fun. I released my seat belt and sidled up next to him, pressing my tits against his arm.

"Babe…" he said in his warning voice.

"You just keep driving while I alleviate my boredom." I slid my hand up his jean-covered thigh and cupped his growing bulge.

He groaned when I slightly squeezed his cock, then I traced his length up to his fly. I'd just gotten the button undone when he grabbed my hand. "I definitely won't be able to focus on the road if you do that."

"Then pull over."

"If you want to experience New Orleans during Mardi Gras, then we should keep going for a while." He placed my hand on my own leg and patted it. "But I'll take a rain check."

"Please?" That time I really did whine.

"Get back in your seat, put on your seat belt, and be a good girl."

Seriously? He was turning down a blowjob? Yes, he was ultimately doing it for my benefit, but it still chafed.

I wasn't a huge believer in astrology, but I was a pretty stereotypical Aries, which meant I loved a challenge. And whether he meant to or not, he'd just thrown down the gauntlet. Normally, I'd be his good girl and do as I was told, but I was bored—and now very horny. That wasn't something I—or most Aries—tolerated very well. We are also creative, daring, impulsive, independent, very sexual, and crave attention.

So like any self-respecting ram, I picked up the gauntlet.

I slid back into my seat, but I didn't put on my seat belt. Instead, I reached up underneath my sundress and wiggled out of my panties.

He glanced over. "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it."

I tossed the panties onto the dashboard where he couldn't miss them. Then I leaned back in my seat and kicked off my sandals. I hitched my leg up onto the car door, my foot wedged in the corner of the open window and the windshield. Turning towards him slightly, my back resting partly against the door, I bent my other leg out and lifted the hem of my dress. My bare cunt lips glistened in the intermittent highway lights.

When I looked over, his heated gaze was fixed on my cunt.

"Shouldn't you be watching the road?"

His eyes met mine briefly, then he jerked his attention back to the road.

Smiling, I slid my fingers over my hairless slit.

"I know what your fucking doing."

"I would hope so." I sucked in a breath when my finger grazed my clit. "You've seen it often enough."

His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "You're taunting me."

Circling my clit again and again, I moaned. "I'm just amusing myself since you won't play with me."

He groaned. "Don't make me stop this fucking car."

With my free hand, I lowered the strap of my dress, baring my tit. While I worked my clit with my thumb, I fondled my tit and slid a finger in my tight wet hole. Waves of pleasure quickly built, making me close my eyes and toss my head against the seat. Pinching my nipple sent a sharp jolt of sensation ricocheting throughout my body and I couldn't help whimpering. I could hear his heavy breathing and mine and the scent of my arousal filling the car. I was so close to coming…

"Fuck!"

The car suddenly jerked to the side, throwing me against the door, and then forward as we came to an abrupt stop. Luckily, I braced my arms against the dash before I flew into it. My eyes snapped open to see that he'd pulled over onto the shoulder and was out of the car, charging around to my side like a raging bull.

Adrenaline surged through my veins, not from fear, but excitement.

He yanked open my door, grabbed my arm, pulled me out of the car.

I bit my lip to stop my grin as he bent me over the hood of the car and pulled up the back of my dress. The sharp smack to my ass caught me by surprise.

"Owe! Fuck!"

This wasn't one of our just-of-fun spankings. He really meant business.

He hit the other cheek just as hard. "Are you bored now, greedy slut?"

"No, sir!"

Another two hard slaps came down on both cheeks. "Did you do what I told you?"

"No, sir!"

I was gasping for air as the pain morphed into the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt. My clit was throbbing and I could feel my cunt juices oozing down my thighs.

"Did I say you could play with your cunt?" he asked after another round of smacks.

"No, sir!"

The heat from my abused ass seemed to seep down into my cunt, intensifying my need to be fucked hard.

"Who owns this cunt?" He punctuated the question with a slap to my pussy lips—not as hard as the smacks to my ass, but hard enough to make me cry out in pain and pleasure.

"You do, sir! Always!"

"And who gets to decide if you get to come?" There was no slap this time, just the sound of his zipper being wrenched open.

"You, sir!" I sobbed, more in relief that he was going to fuck me.

Then he rammed his cock deep inside me, making me cry out again in overwhelming pleasure. He fucked me hard and fast, his thrusts unrelenting, his hips slamming against my tender ass, mixing pain and overwhelming pleasure. It took every fiber of my being to stop myself from coming, waiting for his permission, praying that he would let me come.

His body fell over mine and he growled in my ear. "Come for me now, little slut."

I went careening over the edge and shattered into a million pieces. He joined me almost immediately, filling me with his hot come.

Completely spent, I don't know how long we stayed locked together like that, but I became aware again when a car sped past us blaring its horn.

"Fuck, we better go before the cops show up."

He got up with a grunt, tucked himself away, then helped me into the car since I could barely walk on my shaky legs.

I hissed in pain when my sore ass touched the car seat.

He chuckled. "That'll give you something to think about for a while."

Yes, it would, I thought with more amusement than chagrin.

After he closed my door, he leaned into the window, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Put your panties back on so that messy cunt doesn't leak onto the upholstery."

This time I did as I was told.

As he got back into the driver's seat, I pulled my phone out of the glove compartment to check the time.

"Oh, I have bars!" I turned on my radio app and Lou Gramm's "Midnight Blue" filled the car. "And they're playing our song."

Grinning, he got us back on the road. "Well, I did paint your ass cherry red."

And my heart too.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Welcome to the Neighborhood (Wicked Wednesday #321)


Two stories in as many weeks. Shocking, I know, but I couldn't resist this week's Wicked Wednesday "Lust" prompt. The premise for this one came to me one morning when the sound of one of my neighbors mowing their yard woke me up. I've been playing with the idea for a while and actually started plotting it as a longer work—different from this version. Don't be surprised if you see this "through the glass" idea come up again sometime in the future. And no, sadly, there is no hunky neighbor. More's the pity.

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Hope you enjoy,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo




Welcome to the Neighborhood
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


I was a very bad girl. I really should be ashamed of myself. But as I stood in front of the sliding glass door, my steamy mug of coffee poised at my gaping mouth, I couldn't find enough remorse to look away from my hunky new neighbor.

He was mowing his side yard just beyond my small patio. Even this early, it was a brutally hot and humid summer day in Miami. He was clearly feeling it. His T-shirt was so damp with sweat it clung to him like a second skin, showing off his impressive physique. I could even see his sweat soaked into the waistband of his well-worn jeans, which molded to a firm ass I longed to sink my teeth into.

This was horrible. Objectifying this guy was wrong. I didn't know him from Adam and I was lusting after him like he was a piece of meat. When a guy did this kind of thing, women called him a pig, lech, or perv. Women were supposed to be more evolved, right?

For all I knew, he could be dumb as a rock. Or a smoker. We could have different political views. God, he might even like anchovies on his pizza. I shuddered at the thought, but none of those potential no-goes stopped the liquid heat that pooled between my thighs.

Then he sealed my voyeuristic fate. He stopped mowing just on the other side of my patio and pulled off his sopping T-shirt.

Ay mami!

He was even more beautiful than I'd imagined. He wasn't overly bulky, but an Adonis in blue jeans with finely sculpted muscles. I wanted to traced his impossibly chiseled abs with my tongue. In a lust-filled trance, I set my mug on the counter and moved closer to the glass door.

As I watched, practically drooling, he wiped his shirt over his face and dragged it through his drenched hair. It was so wet, it was hard to tell the exact shade, but it was the same dark color as the hair lightly covering his chest. The way it narrowed and disappeared into his waistband was ever so enticing.

He was tucking the end of his shirt in the back pocket of his jeans when he looked over in my direction. I froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights. He flashed an easy smile and raised his hand in a friendly wave. Then he became the living statue he resembled, his expression shifting to something unreadable.

After an endless moment, he shielded his eyes from the sun with his raised hand, presumably to get a better look at me. I became aware of a couple things as his gaze ran over my body. First, my knee-length silk robe was gaping open. Second, my hand was down inside my lacy panties, my fingers absently sliding up and down my dripping slit.

His eyes widened initially, then a slow, sexy smile spread across his face. He stalked over to me like a hungry jungle cat pursuing his next meal. He stopped just in front of me on the other side of the glass. Even with the barrier between us, having all that powerful, masculine hotness so close made my heartbeat quicken and my cunt clench with need.

"Havin' fun, darlin'?" His voice was muted by the glass, but I could hear the Southern twang in it.

I nodded my head, lost in his electric blue eyes.

He reached down to open the sliding glass door, but it was locked.

"Open the door."

I shook my head. I may have been brazenly rubbing my cunt in front of him, but I wasn't dumb enough to let a complete stranger into my house.

His nostrils flared, as if he could smell my horny cunt through the glass, and his eyes sparked with lascivious intent.

"Be a good girl and unlock the door so I can help you play with that pussy of yours."

Biting my lip, I shook my head again.

He braced his arm on the top part of the door frame and leaned closer. "You just want me to watch?"

Yes, I wanted him to watch me get off from just the sight of him. I nodded.

His expression was equal parts amused and delighted. "Okay, darlin', we'll play this your way."

My gaze roved over him, taking in the finer details I wasn't able to make out before, while I teased my clit. Moaning at the exquisite sensation, I closed my eyes, my breathing getting faster. When I opened my eyes again, I saw that he was looking at my still covered tits like a starving man.

I only hesitated briefly, then used my free hand to open my robe even more, baring my breasts to him. After all, I could see his chest. It only seemed right that he should see mine. I was egalitarian like that.

"Fuck, you have amazing tits."

As his eyes devoured me, I cupped my breast, fondling and squeezing it. His groan made my cunt gush even more juices over my exploring fingers. I pinched my nipple and slid a finger inside my tight sheath. Pain and pleasure combined perfectly to push me closer to nirvana.

He slid his hand down to cup the very obvious bulge in his jeans. As I eased a second finger inside me, he massaged his erection temptingly.

Licking my lips, I looked back up and met his burning blue gaze.

"Wanna see how fucking hard you made me?"

I so fucking did, so I nodded eagerly, pressing my tits against the glass. The coolness on my hard nipples nearly made me come, but I held off, wanting to see him in all his glory.

He yanked open his button-fly and shoved down his jeans and boxer briefs until his cock sprang free. It was just as impressive as the rest of him. I whimpered when he fisted himself and started stroking his cock in long, firm strokes.

"Show me that naughty pussy."

Fair was fair, right? Reluctantly, I stopped finger-fucking myself long enough to push my panties over my hips and let them slide down my legs to the floor. I spread my legs apart for him to see my glistening pink slit.

He groaned. "Christ."

His burning gaze watching my every move, I delved my fingers between my slick folds and circled my clit. I couldn't make up my mind where to look as I worked my clit hard and fast. My focus jumped from his strong hand jerking his cock to his intense, heavy-lidded eyes. Our movements synchronized as we got ourselves off, getting more purposeful as we got closer to coming.

"I'm going to fucking come for you, darlin'."

I couldn't look away as pained ecstasy transformed his handsome face into something unearthly. With a long, drawn-out groan, he shot thick, heavy ropes of come all over the glass. For a brief moment, I wished there hadn't been anything separating us and I could feel him marking my skin.

Unable to hold off any longer, I came on a strangled cry, the pleasure overtaking my body so intense I collapsed against the sliding door. When my breathing finally calmed, I opened my eyes to see his warm gaze and his hand pressed against the glass.

Lazily, I placed my own come-covered hand over his.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Smiling, I shook my head. Before I turned and walked away, I pressed my lips to the glass and said, "Welcome to the neighborhood."




Monday, July 16, 2018

His...Again (Masturbation Monday: Week 202)

This is my first Masturbation Monday offering. I know, it's an egregious oversight on my part. This week's prompt inspired me to write the short story below. As much as I love the image, it isn't Facebook friendly, so I made up my own appropriate meme using a free-use picture. Many thanks to the always awesome Kayla Lords for hosting Masturbation Monday and Kilted Wookie (Zen Nudist) for the beautiful picture, which you can see here. To read all the other Masturbation Monday offerings, just click on the badge below the story.

Happy reading,

Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo

Warning: if Daddy Dom / little girl roleplaying, D/s, and name calling offend you, please read no further.




His…Again
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2018. All rights reserved.


It was all so familiar, and yet different. The passage of time had made it more significant. The waiting was more profound, the anticipation more potent. I knelt as I always had for him: on the rug just inside the entryway, naked, my knees spread wide apart so my shaved pussy was in full view, and my arms folded behind my back, my tits jutting out, my nipples already taut and prominent.

The reason for our separation didn't matter anymore—just that he wanted me again. It was heady that he even remembered me after so long and sought me out. Of course, I never forgot him or our special connection, but sometimes life keeps us from what we want most.

Hearing the door open, I lowered my head, my heart stuttering in my chest. His presence was tangible even before I saw him, overwhelming me the same way it always did. There was the unmistakable sound of him setting down his guitar case, followed by another bag. He took a few long strides into the room then stopped.

His drawn-out sigh sounded relieved. "I forgot how amazing you are."

Filled with immeasurable warmth and elation, I wanted to look up at him so badly it hurt. But I held my position, awaiting his command, trying to keep my breathing slow and even.

After what seemed like an eternity, he walked towards me until the only thing I could see were his well-worn blue jeans and scuffed brown boots. He reached down, took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and urged my head up.

Finally, I got to see the man who captivated my soul. His longish hair was more white than brown now and a few more lines enhanced his handsome face. He was the quintessential silver fox. And the fire in his blue eyes was even more mesmerizing than I remembered.

"Why are you here, babygirl?"

There was only one answer. "Because I missed you…Daddy."

He sucked in a breath, his gaze becoming more heated and intense. This was our favorite game. He was my fiercely dominant yet affectionate Daddy and I was his sweetly obedient but sometimes mischievous little girl.

The scintillating chemistry was still there, more powerful than ever. The air could've crackled with the sexual tension arching between us.

He dragged his thumb over my lower lip. "Show me how much."

Not taking my eyes off his, I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips to the obvious bulge in his jeans. As I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against his already firm erection, he slid his fingers through my long tresses and gathered a handful at the back of my neck. He just held me like that while I nuzzled his covered cock, putting as much need and longing into the gesture as I felt. His other hand caressed my cheek with so much tender forgiveness that my heart leapt with joy.

Unable to have anything separating us any longer, I unfastened his fly and pulled his jeans down far enough to reveal his blatant arousal outlined in his boxer briefs. A wet spot emerged at the head of his cock and I put my mouth there, lightly sucking him through the soft cotton. His grip on my hair tightening, he released a deep groan that was the sweetest music, even more alluring than the songs he sang.

My lips and tongue traced his length down until I got to the warm softness of his balls and placed another kiss there. Breathing deeply, I filled my lungs with his intoxicating scent. Looking up at him again, I met his heavy-lidded gaze and nibbled my way back up. When I got to the head, I carefully grazed it with my exposed teeth.

Hissing out a breath, he tugged on my hair, pulling my head back and away from him.

"No more teasing, naughty girl." His eyes glimmered with hunger and amusement. "Or I won't let you come."

He knew that was the only threat that held any weight. I was too much of a pain slut to make the promise of a spanking an effective deterrent.

A gave him my prettiest pout. "I'll be good, Daddy. I promise."

He raised an eyebrow, but relaxed his hold on my hair a bit.

Slowly, I pulled his boxer briefs down, freeing his cock so it fell towards me. It was long, hard, and perfect because it was his. The tip glistened with pre-come and I couldn't resist licking him there, savoring his salty essence. His moan made my cunt tighten in sympathetic reaction. I was wet the moment he came into the room. But now I could feel my juices sliding past my cunt lips, sure to drip down onto the rug beneath me.

Wrapping my lips around him, I took him into my mouth, my tongue caressing the underside of his shaft. His hand tightened in my hair again, but he let me take him at my own pace. I leisurely devoured his length until he nudged the back of my throat. Wanting to take all of him, I relaxed into it, ignoring the urge to gag, and swallowed him until my nose brushed his thatch of hair.

"Fuck, babygirl. So good."

Proud that I remembered just how to please him, I lost myself in sucking his cock in long strokes. His breathing got harder and faster with my movements up and down his shaft. When I fondled his balls with my hand, he groaned. I looked up to see his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

His obvious pleasure made my cunt throb harder with impatience. I was already so close. It wouldn't have been the first time I came from just sucking him off. But I had to hold off and wait for his permission.

As I watched him, he looked down with a burning intensity. "Do you want my come?"

"Mmm-hmmmm," I moaned around his cock.

"Beg me."

I released him, panting for breath. "Please, Daddy, make me your filthy little come slut again."

It thrilled me being called dirty names, but I was only ever his slut and I always knew he appreciated my selective sluttiness.

When he fisted his cock and began stroking purposefully, I knew what to expect. This was his favorite way to give me his come and I couldn't wait for him to christen me. I relished the tortured ecstasy on his face as he gave a final few strong jerks—just closing my eyes before a warm heavy shot landed across my face. He grunted as several more long ropes painted my cheek, neck, and tits.

Keeping my eyes closed, I wiped away a glob of come from the corner of my eye, then opened them to meet his gaze. As he watched, I coated my lips with his come and sucked my finger clean. Banked desire burning in his eyes, he watched my every movement as I smeared his seed all over my face, neck, tits, and stomach like the eager little come whore I always was for him. I'd bathe in his come if I could.

Just as I reached my pussy, he said, "Come for me, dirty girl."

Only too happy to finally ease the ache between my legs, I slid my come-coated fingers between my slick cunt lips, gasping as I touched my swollen clit. Under his ardent gaze, I circled my tender nub hard and fast. It didn't take long for me to go flying over the edge. I maintained eye contact the whole time by body writhed in bliss, showing him my intense pleasure and utter submission, giving him everything I had to give.

He smiled down at me. "Good girl."

And I was his…again.




Friday, May 25, 2018

The Hottest Moment in the Fifty Shades Freed Movie




After my last rather heavy and serious post, I thought I'd lighten things up around here. I was trying to think of a suitable topic and happened to be watching the unrated version of Fifty Shade Freed. Then the perfect subject hit me: what I considered the hottest moment in the movie. I think many people might be surprised. And no, it's not when they get frisky with Ben & Jerry's.

First off, I am an unabashed Fifty Shades fan—the books, not the movies. And those of you that are groaning or appalled can bite me. Really, please do, I'll enjoy it. But seriously, despite all the criticism about the poor quality of the writing, the whole BDSM controversy, and the claims that it glamorizes the abuse of women, I found it highly entertaining and enjoyable. It's the chemistry between Anna and Christian that gets me every time.

Fifty Shades isn't about BDSM; that's a red herring. It's about a broken, damaged man finding a woman who shows him how to embrace love. And who can't get behind that? Yes, he makes mistakes getting there—namely pushing his desires on Anna instead of exploring where her innate sexuality led. That's what a proper Dom would do. I don't think anyone in the community would consider Anna and Christian a good example of a healthy Dom/sub relationship. At least, not at the beginning.

The whole point is that he's flawed and his path to redemption is the heart of good storytelling. Well-written characters, like people, are imperfect and make mistakes. In romances, they learn from them, evolve, and ultimately live happily ever after. That reassurance is why I love the genre above all others. Don't get me wrong, I read a wide variety of things, but you can't beat a good romance to escape gritty reality for a while.

By the way, good Dominants are human and make mistakes too. There's a good podcast about this topic by Kayla Lords on Loving BDSM. You can check it out here.

I also really enjoyed the way E. L. James turned the Twilight series into an erotic romance. That was the initial reason I read it. Yes, I was curious about what was causing so much fuss. But when I heard that Fifty Shades started out as Twilight fan fiction, I had to see how she managed that without being sued for copyright infringement.

And yes, I was a fan of the Twilight series too—you can keep groaning, I really don't care—mainly for the same reason I love Fifty Shades. There's nothing better than palpable chemistry between characters. And the banter between Bella and Edward was addictive.

Anyway, back to the movie. Let's face it, the movies were never going to do the books justice. Movie adaptations rarely do. The one notable exception I can think of is The Da Vinci Code. That was way better as a movie. Frankly, I found the book little more than a dissertation disguised as a novel.

Still, I wanted to see how well the books were translated into mainstream movies. Of all of them, I think Fifty Shades Darker comes the closest to capturing the essence of the book. The pool table scene being a good example—although, I dearly missed the part where he spanks her with a ruler. Sigh, I would have loved to see that.

I admit that I was one of those people who wasn't happy about Jamie Dornan being cast as Christian Grey. But he's grown on me over the years. I really enjoyed him as the kinky serial killer in The Fall. It's available for binge watching on Netflix. Fair warning: if you haven't seen the series, it's not for the faint of heart.

Which brings us to what I consider the hottest moment in Fifty Shade Freed. It's the scene in Aspen when Jamie Dornan is playing the piano and singing. Oh. My. God. His hotness quotient went up exponentially after I saw that scene. Okay, I have a thing for musicians—or rather, male musicians with panty-melting voices. I never really understood the whole women throwing their panties at musicians thing—Tom Jones, for example. Now I get it. If you cream them, you should have them.

I don't really know if that was him playing the piano, but it was definitely Jamie Dornan singing Paul McCartney's "Maybe I'm Amazed." I had no clue that he could sing. Apparently, he was in a boy band in his youth. Go figure.

In my opinion, the movie studio could have saved a lot of money and hassle with the ratings board if they just had Jamie Dornan singing for the whole two hours. Of course, him being naked while singing would have been even better. Full frontal would probably be asking too much, but hey, a girl can dream.

Here's the all too short clip for your viewing pleasure.



All the best,
Ria ;)
Twitter: @RiaRestrepo