#trisha uptown

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Yax Songs Playlist

Yall are welcome. This was legit hours of sorting through songs while I was working on Two Worlds One Family,

Love Grows by Edison Lighthouse

Hello Hello by Lady Gaga and Elton John

My Front Porch by Lonestar

( great for if you have a Yax married life story you want to write)

Electric Love by Børns

She's in Love With the Boy by Trisha Yearwood

Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar

(This one's especially great if you are playing off the Rival Studios thing)

Shadows of the Night by Pat Benatar

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

Living La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin

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mcfly july 2023 || day 26 One Cassette

xvi.

MARTY & JENNIFER MCFLY HONEYMOONING IN HAWAII!!

Do You Believe in Love – Huey Lewis and the News

(Everything I Do) I Do It For You – Bryan Adams

Joyride – Roxette

Have I Told You Lately That I Love You – Rod Stewart

She’s In Love With The Boy – Trisha Yearwood

Uptown Girl – Billy Joel

You Really Got Me – Van Halen

I’ll Be There For You – Bon Jovi

Any Way You Want It – Journey

You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

Marty glanced from Jennifer’s smirk to the tape. 

Way to be subtle, Linda.

“Did we really give this out as our favor?”

[topguncortez]

idk if this question counts for ur blurb night, and for ur soft/angst/smutty thoughts. but do you have any songs that either remind you of jake x shy!wifey, or coyote x val??

OH BOY DO I

you're my best friend - Queen

Best Day of My Life - American Authors

Two of Us - The Beatles

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Honeybee - The Head & The Heart

Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

Precious Love - James Morrison

Mine - Taylor Swift

She's in Love with the Boy - Trisha Yearwood

Livin on Love - Alan Jackson

Die a Happy Man - Thomas Rhett

Tennesse Whiskey - Chris Stapleton (their first dance song:))

[faerie2014]

i love my top posts sm omg stop also saw my uptown girls repost which reminded me to finally watch tht shit because i’m a lazy sucker for quick dopamine so i don’t watch movies like that 😜

trying to tho also generally trying to work on my attention span and what rlly compelled me to write this post was that i feel such a weird connection to like britanny murphy esp in uptown girls just when i see like her like i have the same w julia fox and trisha paytas and marilyn and lana like such a strong feeling of like i see myself in u. i like to call them my spirit ppl. but i wish i could feel that w more black women in media like i have it w zoe kravitz but all the girls just fall flat to me and i’m like srsly why do i relate to the white girls i’m mixed

[opzeijfi04]

In this compilation we're looking at one of my favorite animated porn creators art.

Trisha Uptown is a kinky blonde who tries her best to please her mistress, but sometimes she fails. GO ON...

[mermaidinthecity]

You act like you were just born tonight. Face down in a memory but feeling all right. So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way. Everybody's talking but you don't hear a thing. You're still uptown on your downhill swing. Boulevard's empty, why don't you come around? Baby, what is so great about sleeping downtown? Splitting your dice to be someone you're not. You say you're looking for something you might've forgot. Don't bother calling to say you're leaving alone 'cause there's a fool on every corner when you're trying to get home. Just tell 'em you're trying to cure a seven-year ache. See what else your old heart can take. The boys say, when is he gonna give us some room? The girls say, god, I hope he comes back soon. Tell me you're trying to cure a seven-year ache. See what else your old heart can take. The boys say, when is he gonna give us some room? The girls say, god, I hope he comes back soon.

Seven Year Ache by Trisha Yearwood

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Jana surprised Mr. Crude when he arrived to let her perform yet another special project.

"Hi, Mr. Crude. Allow me to introduce you to my little sister, Trisha. She just turned 18 and I want her to have a very special gift... you," said Jana.

"Hello. I'm Trisha. It's great to finally meet the man my big sister is always talking about. She seems to think I need to know what good sex is so I don't settle for the wrong guy. So, I'm in your hands."

He was surprised, to say the least, but went along with it.

"Jana, are you saying you want me to have sex with your little sister? And if you are, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Jana grinned and said, "Okay, so it'll probably take more than one night to do it all, but I think she needs to know how good a real cock feels inside all of her holes, and if you wouldn't mind, I'd love to see you finger her the same way you do me."

"And you want this, too, Trisha?" he asked.

Trisha blushed as she said, "If it's half as good as she claims, yes, I want it all, especially the fingering. There's just one thing, though. What happens if I want more once you've done it all?"

"I suppose if you want more, we'll have to see if it's possible to arrange to give you more. Maybe you and Jana can do it together with me. I'm guessing you two won't mind sharing."

Jana grinned and said, "I'd rather not share, but she does know how to eat pussy. So while you're fucking her, she can go down on me... and vice versa."

"Well, I guess that's settled. Shall we get started?"

[kels915]

Rules: Spell your username with song titles and then tag 10 people.

I was tagged by @dadadahmer :)

L: Lover by Taylor Swift

E: Every Rose Has Its Thorns by Poison

T: Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler

I: I Knew You Were Trouble by Taylor Swift

T: Tiff Song by Noah Reid

M: Million Years Ago by Adele

A: Apollo by Noah Reid

K: Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer

E: Every Girl In This Town by Trisha Yearwood

Y: You and I by One Direction

O: Old Town Road by Lil Nas X

U: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson/Bruno Mars

S: Shape Of You by Ed Sheeran

T: Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton

R: Road Again by Noah Reid

O: One by Metallica

N: Need You Now by Lady Antebellum

G: Get The Party Started by Pink

E: Everything by Lifehouse

R: Rainbow by Kacey Musgraves

Wow I have a long username lol. I will tag @woofdavidd and @patrick-rose and anyone else who wants to do it!

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Sorry but I couldn't help myself lol, but I was wondering if you could do a nevada imagine where a young college student who is what you would call a wholesome good girl but decides one night to cut loose and gets a lot more than she bargained for when she steps into one of his clubs ;)

When you’d originally decided to allow the university to randomly pair you with a roommate for your junior year, you thought it would serve as an opportunity to be spontaneous. To be open to the idea of making a new friend without meticulously stalking them on Facebook in attempts to find some common ground before actually meeting them. To get to know someone the old-fashioned way-- before the age of social media-- where you would actually engage in conversation and spend time with them. Of course when you’d made this decision you hadn’t taken into account that the college would pair you with someone who was so radically different from you.

You were what most people would call a “good girl”-- someone who took pride in her academic career, who would rather stay in on a Saturday night to study rather than get drunk with sloppy frat boys. Trisha, your roommate, on the other hand was what most referred to as a “party girl.” She was always going out on the weekends, and she always came back with an incredibly riveting story. A few times, she’d even invited you to come out with her, but you always had an excuse. Not tonight.

“You’re coming out with me.” It wasn’t a question, and you arched a brow as she combed through your side of the closet in search of an appropriate outfit.

“I don’t know--”

“Y/N, seriously, we’re in college. No one says you have to drink yourself stupid every weekend, but you should have some fun every once in awhile,” she replied, moving towards her own closet, picking out a white mini dress and holding it up to you. She smirked and nodded her head. “Put this on, I’ll do your makeup.”

“Do I just wear this with jeans or…”

“What? No, girl, it’s a mini dress. You wear it by itself, and you’ll look hot,” she answered.

You bit your bottom lip, and slowly changed into the dress, tugging the hem down, but only resulting in exposing more of your cleavage in doing so.

“It’s too small,” you mumbled as Trisha began to brush your hair, and straighten it.

“No, that’s how it’s supposed to look. I was right too, your ass looks amazing in it,” she replied with a proud grin. She made your makeup minimal, almost natural looking and smiled at her handiwork. “Perfect. Let’s go!”

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“A new club uptown,” she replied.

You had a bad feeling about this, and you made sure to let Trisha know, but of course she waved you off, once again insisting that you lighten up. Waving down a cab, she pulled you inside and gave the driver the name of the club.

“Just wait. We’ll get there, have a drink, dance, it’ll be fun!”

“I think our definitions of fun differ greatly,” you answered.

“Not tonight. Trust me,” she said. “Just at least give it a chance.”

You nodded your head, and looked out the window as the cab took you both uptown. Way uptown. Was this Washington Heights? How the hell did Trisha even know about this place?

Before you could ask your roommate if she was out of her mind, she got out of the cab, pulling you out behind her. Moving towards the back of the line that was almost halfway down the block, she smiled at you.

“What are we doing in this neighborhood?” you asked quietly.

“It’s supposed to be the hottest new dance club in the city,” she replied excitedly, her eyes shifting from you to something behind you. “Whoa,” she mumbled, and you followed her gaze to a group of men walking down the street. “He is hot,” she whispered.

You assumed she was referring to the man in the middle, clad in dark jeans that clung to his bottom half perfectly, a black button down shirt with the top buttons undone and a black leather jacket that seemed to have been tailored especially for him. His hair was impeccably coiffed and the scruff on his face gave him an air of character, though you did find it pretentious that he was wearing sunglasses despite it being ten o’clock at night.

As the group walked by, the middle man lowered his shades enough to show that his eyes were staring right at you, taking in your appearance for the briefest of moments before he pushed the sunglasses right back to the top of his nose. You saw him say something to the man on his right as they continued towards the entrance of the club, some of the patrons in line calling out to him in friendly greetings. A few seconds later, a man came up to you.

“You two, come with me,” he said. Trisha eagerly followed, towing you behind her while you tried to steady your hammering heart.

It was clear that the two of you didn’t belong. Mr. Leather Jacket had likely expressed as much to his friend, who was now escorting you away from the line. God was he going to kill you both or just put you in a cab and tell you to never come back? It was all very sketchy, especially when he not only led you directly into the club, but into the VIP section, where Mr. Leather Jacket himself sat in the center of a couch on the far wall, women and men alike surrounding him.

Still, despite the mess of people vying for his attention, he settled his gaze on you. The shades were off now, you could see them poking out from the inside of his front jacket pocket, and his arms were stretched on either side of the couch. The way he let his eyes roam over your form made you shiver and the smirk that came over his face had your heart pounding in your chest. You glanced at Trisha, who had already claimed a flute of champagne.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Lighten up, Y/N! Have some champagne,” she replied, handing you a matching glass. “This place is amazing!”

You could feel Leather Jacket’s eyes still on you, but you dared not look over as Trisha clinked her glass against yours. Instinctively, you chugged some of the bubbly drink, making a face when you tasted the alcohol that reminded you it was not sparkling apple cider. With nowhere but the floor to spit it out in, you swallowed, putting down the glass and trying to leave.

When you turned, you nearly ran right into Leather Jacket -- when the hell had he gotten up?

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, trying to walk around him. His arm moved to block your path, hand wrapping around the railing.

“Leaving so soon, mami? You just got here,” he said with that smirk again, and you could feel your heart still pounding against your chest. Faint traces of cigar smoke and cologne met your nostrils, and you swallowed nervously. “You wanna dance?”

“I don’t exactly dance,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Ah si?” he replied, smirking stretching into an amused grin as he took a step toward you, the hand that wasn’t on the railing coming up to settle on your hip. “So, what do you do?”

You were nervous, turning your head to find your roommate but not finding her standing where she had been. Instead she was on the other side of the VIP section, talking and dancing. Her eyes met yours and she gave you a thumbs up.

“You wanna go somewhere quiet?” Leather Jacket asked against your ear, and a round of goosebumps broke over your skin as you looked back at him.

“I don’t want to leave my friend,” you answered.

“We won’t go far,” he said. “Te lo judo, mira, we’ll be right up there,” he added, pointing to a blacked out window above the VIP section. Because that wasn’t sketchy.

“No, I don’t think so,” you said, trying to smile politely. He returned your smile, the hand on your hip trailing down to link his fingers with yours.

“Come dance. I’ll lead,” he said, gently pulling you closer to him.

“I…” You looked back at Trisha, who was now in the lap of one of the men on the couch, laughing at something he was saying.

“Are you nervous, mami?” Leather Jacket asked against your ear, bringing your attention back to him.

“Honestly, yes.”

“I won’t bite unless you want me to,” he purred, inciting another tremble down your spine. You couldn’t be sure if it was fear, nervousness or the way his skin felt against yours, but one thing you did know was that your dress was doing very little to conceal your body’s reaction to him.

Before you knew what was happening, he was leading you by the hand down to the dance floor. When you reached the center of the crowded floor, he pulled you flush against him, hand resting on the small of your back while the other held your hand. His hips began to shake gracefully, guiding your own with the beat of the salsa music, and your heart began to race. The goosebumps that broke over your skin seemed to permanently embed themselves as he led you in the sensual dance. The smirk on his face was intoxicating, and even if you’d tried you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, which you could now see were a mesmerizing green.

His head dipped until his lips were brushing against your neck as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you answered in a slightly shaky voice.

“That’s a nice name,” he purred.

You were surprised that you could even hear him over the music, but it seemed that nothing else interested you quite like he did. His scent was one that you hoped would remain on your clothing long after the encounter, and his voice was laced in sin and debauchery, which would normally deter you from him, but somehow now only served to draw you in closer.

“What’s yours?” you asked, finding your voice again.

“Nevada,” he said against your ear, his warm breath sending yet another shiver, which this time created a tingle between your legs. “I haven’t seen you around the neighborhood before,” he said.

“I don’t live around here,” you replied, subconsciously tilting your head slightly to give him better access to your neck.

“No shit,” he said in a chuckle. “You move pretty good for someone who doesn’t dance.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “You’re a little stiff though, loosen up,” he added, the hand on the small of your back falling until it was pressed against your backside, mashing your hips against his.

You gasped when you felt his bulge pressing against you and felt your body respond to him. Any other time, you might have pushed him off of you; you’d never been the type of woman to tolerate unwanted attention from any man, but this man was different. You realized that you wanted his attention, all of it.

“So you come here a lot? I heard this club was new,” you said, trying to keep yourself from trembling in his arms.

“You could say that,” he mused with a smirk. “You’re shaking, mami. You cold?” he asked, brushing his nose along your cheek until his mouth was inches from yours. “Want me to keep you warm?”

“Yes,” you heard yourself say. WHAT?!

Smirking, he closed the space between you, his lips taking yours in a slow kiss that built momentum as the hand that wasn’t on your ass brought one of yours between his body and yours, pressing it against his semi. He groaned softly against your mouth as his tongue slid over yours and his free paw gently squeezed your ass cheek. His desires were quite clear, and while normally you would resist these kind of advances, with him it seemed to make you want to be near him all the more. Your opening pulsed, as if beckoning his organ inside even though there was clothing in the way.

His package throbbed as more blood pumped into it, and you moaned against his mouth.

“Should we go somewhere private?” he asked against your lips, and you found yourself nodding.

The next thing you became aware of was the cold air hitting you as he moved away to pull you away from the dance floor, and it was then that you noticed some of the female patrons glaring in your direction. You allowed Nevada to pull you past the VIP section, up another set of stairs and into an office that overlooked the club. Suddenly your predicament seemed to really hit you-- alone in an office with a virtual stranger, and one who seemed to effortlessly get you to make decisions you wouldn’t normally make.

“Is it okay that we’re in here? I don’t want to get in trouble,” you said as he went to the bottles of liquor behind the desk and poured you both a glass of amber liquid.

He looked over his shoulder to smile at you, settling the bottle back in its place before he walked back towards you and held out one of the glasses.

“I’m sure the boss won’t mind,” he replied, winking at you.

There was a knock on the door, and he glanced in its direction.

“Jefe, some guys out front say they know you--”

“--Tell them I’m busy. Come back another night,” Nevada answered, and the man nodded his head, closing the door as he left to deliver the message.

“Wait, you’re the boss?” you asked.

“That’s right, mami,” he replied, still holding out the glass of liquor. “Drink? Or you wanna skip that and get right down to the business?” he asked, still smirking as he looked you over again.

“I’m a virgin,” you blurted out. It was a lie, but your nerves had taken over and it had come out of your mouth before you had a chance to think too much about it. You were a little taken aback when he arched a brow, chuckling a little.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, taking a step towards you.

“Yes, actually,” you replied, holding your head up. You had already said it and it wasn’t as though you would ever see him again anyway. Might as well stick to your story.

“Coño, that’s a shame,” he mused, looking you over again and licking his lips. “I’d reach places in you that you never even knew existed.”

Your eyes widened, causing him to slowly grin at your reaction before he took a sip from his drink and walked back towards his desk.

“Pero, I don’t do virgins, mami,” he said, his back turned to you.

“Excuse me? You don’t do virgins?”

“No, I don’t need that drama,” he answered with a dismissive wave, putting the glass you hadn’t taken down. He circled the desk, sat in his chair and leaned back as his eyes settled on you again.

“Drama?”

“Yeah, that’s what I said.Too bad, I would’ve given you the fuck of your life.”

“You’re operating under the assumption that I was actually going to sleep with you,” you scoffed.

“Don’t bullshit me, mi amor. I know you were wet while we were dancing,” he said, that stupid smirk still planted on his face. “I could smell it on you. I can still smell it on you.”

“That is irrelevant,” you argued, suddenly aware of how much you wished he would press himself against you again. “It doesn’t mean I would’ve slept with you.”

“Oh no?” he challenged. “Then why are you looking at me like you want me to bend you over this desk right now? Hm?”

“I’m doing no such thing,” you hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “And regardless, exactly what drama are you even referring to?”

“You know, getting all clingy, wanting to be my girlfriend, all that bullshit,” he answered, still smirking. “All virgins are the same; they make you work to get into their pants, and then they can’t get enough of you, they wanna marry you, all because they finally got some.”

“You sound pretty sure of yourself,” you said.

“I’ve been around the block a few times. Trust me, good cock makes any woman go crazy, but most of all...a virgin,” he replied as his feet came up to rest on his desk.

“That is not true,” you replied. You hadn’t been like that after you’d lost your virginity. Then again you’d been in a long term relationship the first time you’d had sex, but that was beside the point.

“How would you know?” he asked with an all-knowing smirk, as though he already knew the answer, but just wanted to hear you say it. “You’re still a virgin right?” he asked, his lips curling into a grin as he took a sip from his scotch.

Shit. He was on to you.

“I…”

He arched a brow, still smiling and tilting his head as he waited for you to answer. Apparently he got tired of waiting because he rolled his eyes, sighing as he rocked forward in his seat, setting his glass down.

“Mira, mami, I get it--you’re a good girl, you don’t want anybody to think you’re a slut.”

“You seem to know everything,” you mused, setting your untouched glass of scotch on the corner of his desk.

“I can read people pretty well,” he said, looking you over as though he would devour you if you let him, and part of you wanted to let him.

Your eyes drifted down to his lap, bottom lip catching in your teeth, and you heard him snicker. Looking back up at him, you felt your cheeks heating up as he crooked his finger, beckoning you over. You felt your legs move towards him, though your mind was screaming at you to walk out. Once you were standing in front of him, his hands came to rest on your hips as he too stood up, nose mere inches from your form.

“God damn you smell good,” he purred against your jaw. “If you wanna go, you can, mami...but I’m pretty sure you want me just as bad as I want you,” he whispered into your ear.

You didn’t say a word, but you could feel your body reacting, nipples hardening beneath the flimsy dress Trisha had lent you as a tingle settled at your core.

“Am I wrong?” he asked, pulling your hips against his.

“No,” you heard yourself whisper. He grinned at you, moving to press you against his desk. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Let me show how fun the dark side is,” he replied, kissing you again as one hand pushed up the hem of your dress. He groaned against your mouth, fingers curling against your thigh.

Just as your fingers threaded through the hair on the back of his head, he was turning you to face his desk, his lips finding the pulse point on your neck. His hands felt as though the were everywhere; first squeezing your breasts before one drifted down to reach under the skirt of your dress where his fingertips skimmed over the top of your leg. Your body on fire, you pressed back against him, feeling his arousal against your ass and a fresh series of goosebumps broke out over your exposed skin.

You could feel his smirk against your throat just as his hand slid down the front of your panties, pausing just above where you most craved him. You squirmed against him, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

“Tell what you want,” he purred against your jaw as his fingers slid over either side of your slit.

You whimpered, trying to move so that his thick fingers would make contact with the wet core of your throbbing sex. “Please! Touch me!”

You felt his smirk against your skin before his digits moved to glide over your seam. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?” he asked as he slid one finger inside you and began an in and out rhythm.

You moaned, hips rocking against his onslaught as you dug your short nails into the sleeves of his leather jacket. It wasn’t longer before he pushed a second finger in to join the first and your knees trembled as you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“I think deep down you wanna be bad, don’t you?” he growled into your ear, biting the fleshy lobe as his free hand wrapped itself around your neck and squeezed. “I think you just act like a good girl but inside you’re just a hungry little cock-whore, aren’t you?”

“Oh my God,” you groaned in a shiver. Normally you found such talk disgusting, but coming from his lips it was just so arousing. What had become of you in a matter of minutes?!

“I asked you a question,” he said, tightening his hold around your neck.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, bucking your hips against his hand. “I wanna be bad.” If you were in your right mind, you might’ve blushed, but one thing you were quickly learning about Nevada was that he was like fast-acting drug, rendering you unable to think clearly.

“Good girl,” he purred, curling his fingers inside you and finding the soft, spongy gland that make your knees buckle. His arms tightened around, holding you up as he massaged the spot inside you.

Your body was on fire, shocks zipping over your nipples and continuing down to where he was touching you. Your heart pounded in your chest, desperate to keep up with how quickly he was bringing you to the edge and you breathing was laced with primal moans that you never imagined could come from. It had never been like this before, not with anyone.

You could feel the burn in your belly as it traveled to your opening and felt your muscles begin to stiffen in anticipation of release.

“You wanna come?” he purred and you nodded vigorously.

“Yes!” you cried, hands clutching at his arm in attempts to keep him where he was.

“Nope, not yet,” he replied, pulling his fingers out and smiling when you let out a sob, trying desperately to catch your breath. Before you could voice your objections, he thrust his digits, slick with your arousal, into your mouth. “You don’t come till I say you can come, me entiendes?”

You moaned around his fingers as you sucked them clean. Had you been of your right mind, you would’ve never done something so...dirty, but something about Nevada brought out the animal in you and you couldn’t deny that it was intoxicating.

“Bend over,” he whispered, loosening his grip on your neck. The blood came rushing back to your head as you lowered your top half, resting against the dark oak of his desk. “That’s a good girl,” he said as he reached into a drawer.

You heard him close it before the sound of a plastic wrapper being torn filled your ears, immediately informing you that he was putting on a condom. If you had the ability to form a coherent sentence, you would have thanked him for the consideration

Cold hit your backside as he lifted your dress to bunch at your waist and pulled down your panties. A smack stung your skin and jolted you back to reality. The reality in which you were bent over a virtual stranger’s desk with your bare ass exposed, waiting for him to have his way with you. The thought sent another shiver over your body and as he pressed himself against your entrance, you arched, pushing back against him.

“You want me to fuck you, mami?” he asked, using one large hand to hold your hips against the edge of the desk.

“Yes, please!” you cried.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I--” you whimpered with a dry throat and swallowed before trying again. “I want--want you to f-fuck me...please!”

“Good girl,” he purred before he pushed forward and sunk his erection deep into your cavity. Your eyes felt like they would pop out of your head as they widened and before you could grow used to the invasion, his hips snapped against you, starting a hard, fast pace.

The slapping sound of his bare skin making contact with yours as well as the way his head repeatedly stroked over that special spot inside you was enough to send you into a tailspin. The tingles seemed to reach your head as he pounded in and out of you from behind, hands gripping your hips to bring you back against him. Your voice was quickly growing hoarse from the moans he was pulling from you and the only sensations you could register were the one he was creating between your legs.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” he growled, rhythm not faltering in the least.

His words, anytime he spoke, sent shivers and shocks that would dance over your entire body and settle in your core, heightening your pleasure.

“Yes!” you yelled, unabashed that people would possibly hear you if they were standing close enough to the door.

“Tell me,” he demanded, one hand taking a fistful of hair and pulling to lift your head. He bent over you, hips still pummelling against yours. “Tell me you love my cock,” he repeated against your cheek.

“I love your cock!” you exclaimed and despite the fact that he was demanding the proclamation from you, it was true. If you could’ve had him do this to you every day for the rest of your life, you would’ve spent every moment naked and waiting for him to ravish you.

Nevada smirked, hand still in your hair as he moved harder against you. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered over your skin. “You wanna come, baby? I can feel you dripping all over me. You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the burning in your core intensified. “Yes!” You could feel your walls beginning to flutter around him.

“Don’t you dare,” he said, apparently having felt it as well. “Don’t you fucking dare. I didn’t say you could yet.” As if to emphasize his demand, he slowed his movements to a languid sawing motion, making sure to still stroke over your gspot at a snail’s pace.

Your mouth fell open as a sob escaped you and you tried to move your hips. He groaned, releasing your hair and instead holding you against the desk as he straightened his back again. His other hand, still on your hip, assisted in holding you in place before he snapped his hips forward again, keeping the same pace but increasing the intensity of his thrusts.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” he groaned.

“OHMYGOD, PLEASE!!!” you shouted, so close to the edge you could cry. “PLEASE LET ME COME, NEVADA, PLEASE!!”

Nevada grinned to himself and put some more weight on the hands holding you down to pound you harder and slightly faster. “Do it, come all over my cock.”

Your entire body shook as the orgasm hit you suddenly, legs like noodles as they gave out and a heavy, satisfying tingle buzzed between your legs. You felt your walls grip him tightly as he stroked you through your release and despite the fact that you were exhausted you felt yourself wanting more. You wished for him not to stop, but clearly you were, in fact, not a telepath because he pulled out of you and you furrowed your brows, unable to remember if you'd heard him shout his own release.

Just as you were about to ask him about it, you felt a warm splash, then another and a third, one after the other, land on the globes of your ass. You heard him grunting as he emptied himself over your skin and felt the head of his cock as he used it like a paintbrush to spread his seed over your skin.

You somehow found the strength to arch your hide back against him, your core still clenching in desire for more of him.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” he purred against your neck, and you tried to remember when he’d bent over you again.

Moaning, you started to turn your head to find his lips when he bit into your neck hard enough to leave a mark. You cried out, bucking your hips back against him and heard him chuckle as he stood and stepped away from you.

You heard the zipper of his jeans and used your hands to lift yourself off his desk, planting your feet on the floor. Turning to face him, you stumbled and he brought a hand out to hold you up. Your body was still buzzing, core still tingling with the aftershocks your release and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down for a lust-filled kiss.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk and you smiled back at him, nodding your head as your hands slid over his chest, slipping beneath his jacket at his waist to pull him against you. He snickered and brushed some of your hair back. “My horny little good girl,” he purred and it sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the evidence of him on your ass, cooling against your skin and sticking to the dress you’d borrowed. You would have to remember to find an excuse not to give it back. You didn’t want Trisha or any other woman to have any part of Nevada. You wanted to keep him all for yourself.

“Maybe some other time. Your friend’s probably looking for you,” he said, moving your hair to cover his mark before he slinked an arm around your waist and started walking you to the door. “I’ll tell one of my guys out there to give you a ride home.”

“Will I see you again?” you asked, walking as close to him as possible and relishing in how warm his arm felt around you.

He chuckled. “I dunno,” he answered. “If you come back to the club, I might be here.”

“Maybe we could meet up for lunch,” you offered.

He smirked at you. “Do I look like the kinda that takes anybody out on a date?”

You looked him over, considering your answer as his fingers tucked under your chin and lifted your gaze to his.

“You want another hot fuck, come find me,” he purred, kissing you and biting down on your bottom lip. You moaned under your breath, feeling your desire for him quickly reemerging. “And I know you will. You’re gonna be thinking about my cock all night,” he added with smirk, delivering a smack to your ass.

He winked at you and opened the door, letting you out first, following you to the stairs and pausing to talk to one of his bodyguards as you descended to the VIP lounge.

Looking over your shoulder, you met his gaze again as the bodyguard he’d been talking to came down the stairs after you. You held Nevada’s gaze a moment longer, took in the smirk he flashed your way like it would sustain you until you saw him again before you turned back around and started looking for your roommate.

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The Louisiana Supreme Court has conditionally reinstated a suspended attorney

On December 28, 2013, petitioner intentionally entered the home of S.S. and his wife, J.H., without authorization.  During her sworn statement to the Office of Disciplinary Counsel (“ODC”), petitioner acknowledged that she did not have express permission to enter the residence. Petitioner was arrested and charged with unauthorized entry of an inhabited dwelling, a felony. This charge was dropped as part of a plea bargain. On October 30, 2015, petitioner pleaded guilty to stalking and to violation of a protective order, both misdemeanors.

She was suspended on an interim basis and then for one year as final discipline.

The case drew attention from the New Orleans Advocate

A New Orleans lawyer who was caught inside a married couple’s Uptown home in October 2013 while they were on a trip, prompting a criminal complaint and revelations of a tryst between the two women, pleaded guilty Friday to misdemeanor counts of stalking and violating a protective order.

Trisha Ward, 37, received a six-month suspended sentence and two years of probation. She was ordered to undergo counseling and steer far clear of the couple, ending a two-year legal saga.

Because of her conviction, Ward also could face state sanctions against her law license.

Ward, who was admitted to the bar in 2008, picked up another charge last month when she was accused of making three purchases through Amazon.com using the female victim’s credit cards more than a year after her arrest. It was allegedly part of a pattern of misbehavior by Ward against the victim, a local university professor, after the initial charges were filed along with a stayaway order.

Ward had once been close to the couple, even baby-sitting for them, and she had a key to the couple’s home.

The New Orleans Advocate is not naming the victim.

She sat Friday in the courtroom with her husband as Ward sought to assure Criminal District Court Judge Tracey Flemings-Davillier she wouldn’t pester them. She told the judge she has left the city to avoid a chance run-in.

“I will stay as far away as possible,” Ward said.

 As part of the deal, Ward will undergo a psychological evaluation and counseling.

In a legal filing last year, Ward claimed she entered the couple’s home clandestinely so she could repay the professor without the husband learning about their fling.

“It was during her effort to return the money that Ward encountered another housekeeper,” Ward’s attorney wrote, claiming the professor chose to press charges rather than admit the tryst to her husband.

District Attorney Leon Cannizzaro’s office agreed to reduce the illegal entry charge, a felony, to stalking, a misdemeanor, while dropping a count related to the online purchases.

The reinstatement order imposes several conditions. (Mike Frisch)

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TOOLBOX: TRL with singer Carla Bordonada (8:30pm) 

BOXERS UES: Standup comedy hosted by Justin Zirilli *finale at venue* (9pm)

BOXERS WH: Karaoke with Sucia (9pm)  TBA

ALIBI: Take It Back Tuesdays (9pm)

EVO LOUNGE: Kelly KaBoom (10:30pm)

HELL’S KITCHEN

BARRAGE: Glow Party hosted by Nicolay (5pm)

HARDWARE: Brita Filter with Jessica L'Whor;  Pixie Aventura with Judy Darling (11pm) 

POSH: GOGO TUESDAYS (10pm) 

RISE: Karaoke with Emily McNamara (10pm) 

BOXERS HK: Karaoke with Jackie Dupree (10pm) 

ATLAS SOCIAL CLUB: Adonis Lounge gogo boys (10pm)

THERAPY: JanSport hosts YOU TRIED IT singing competition (11pm)

RITZ: GAY COLLEGE TUESDAY Halloween feat. Honey Davenport, DJ's Steve Sidewalk & Mikey Mo (11pm)

INDUSTRY: Holly Box-Springs hosts BAD DRAG QUEEN (midnight)

EAST SIDE

TOWNHOUSE: Open Mic Night Contest (10pm)

LIPS: Blackie O’s karaoke (9pm) 

CHELSEA

BOXERS CHELSEA: Trivia Tuesdays (9pm) 

EAGLE NYC: Hanky Tuesdays (10pm)

BARRACUDA: Kizha Carr (10pm)

REBAR: TBA

WEST VILLAGE

STONEWALL: The Tribe NYC: Hit The Wall (7pm);  FiFi DuBois (10pm); POLISH THE QUEEN drag completion hosted by Kristy Blaze (11pm) 

ROCKBAR: Trivia with Bella Noche (7pm);  Nicole Onoscopi with Megami  (8pm);  

PIECES: Rosé & Lagoona Bloo host karaoke (9pm)

HENRIETTA HUDSON: Karaoke (9pm) 

MONSTER: DJ Michael Wilson spins disco (10pm) 

DUPLEX: Sherry Pie (11pm)

EAST VILLAGE

CLUB CUMMING: Knit-At-Nite (6pm);  SHE HAW country rock night feat. Amber Martin & Daniel Nardicio with Angela Di Carlo (9pm)

NOWHERE: BUDDIES feat. DJ Julian (8pm)

ACME: STRUT (10pm)  NOT TONIGHT

COCK: DIRTY GAY FUN (10pm) 

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3 DOLLAR BILL: Ava Patrón with DJ Xavier Mazara & Nicky Doll (9pm)

BOOBIE TRAP: Bingo with Angelica Sundae (9:30pm) 

METROPOLITAN BAR: Karaoke (10pm)

ROSEMONT: Queen Robert screens Labyrinth, with Mini Horrorwitz, Trisha Bordeaux, Magenta & DJ P_A_T (10pm)

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MADAME MARIE’S: Bingo with Glace Chase (8pm) 

ALBATROSS: Bingo with Flower Tortilla (9pm)

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CLUB EVOLUTION: Jesica La Fontaine & DJ Joss Alvarez (11pm) 

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From rock bottom to rainmaker, Dallas’ Carl Ewert caps off his career on a high note – Dallas Business Journal

Time seemed to stand still as the man clung onto the side of a hotel balcony, staring at the ground underneath him — eleven stories below — on South Padre Island in Texas.

He had sent his two children downstairs with some newfound friends to the hotel pool and weighed his decision: To jump and end the misery consuming him. Or to see another way.

This was the longtime Dallas real estate broker’s first failure in life, something he didn’t even realize was failing until it was too late.

"I never saw it coming," said Carl Ewert, who has recently retired from JLL’s Dallas office after decades of working as a top tenant broker in the market. "This was the whole breakdown of the family unit; I would see my kids at home every day and never thought about it.

"That rolled into, ‘I’m a failure,’ and I’d never failed at anything of this magnitude," he said. "I just didn’t know how to handle it."

In the conservative community of Dallas-Fort Worth in the early 1980s, Ewert didn’t know any family or friends who had faced divorce. And no one talked about such a tawdry topic.

It was late in the day on South Padre Island and the sun hung onto the horizon as Ewert weighed his decision, hearing a persistent voice, "Get it over with."

He waited, hesitating to give into the urge to end it all. That’s when he heard something he remembers clearly today, "I’m not through with you yet."

Those were the words that stuck with Ewert, who stepped down from the balcony to call a Dallas doctor for help. By the next day, he was in North Texas getting checked into a medical program to help him with depression.

It was that low point in Ewert’s life in south Texas that helped transform the one-time real estate broker that would "win at all costs" into the service-focused executive that helped shape Dallas-Fort Worth’s tenant representation business in the 1980s, before later becoming a solidified rainmaker helping to bring Comerica Inc. (NYSE: CMA) to downtown Dallas’ business district from Detroit, Michigan.

Beyond big real estate deals, Ewert also gave back to the North Texas community, with recognition from the North Texas Commercial Association of Realtors and Real Estate Professionals with the prestigious Stemmons Service Award. The award is given to brokers that best exemplify the highest professional standards in the industry, while giving back to the community.

He was also the only broker during the tenure of The Staubach Company to win for MVPs and also received the real estate firm’s prestigious Champion of Excellence Award, an honor voted on my more than 1,800 other employees.

This year will be Ewert’s first year in retirement from the hubbub of the Dallas-Fort Worth real estate industry, hanging up his hat as a managing director at JLL to concentrate on his family and community. The departure leaves the region short a major player when it comes to tenant representation — and marks the beginning of a generational shift in the industry, as brokers once pounding the pavement to land a firm handshake deal gives way to the next generation.

Ewert was at the forefront of the beginnings of tenant rep-focused brokerage in North Texas in the 1980s, said Roger Staubach, Hall of Fame NFL quarterback and now-executive chairman of the Americas at JLL (NYSE: JLL), who recruited Ewert with Ka (pronounced Kay) Cotter, formerly of the Dallas-based tenant rep shop The Staubach Company.

"At the time, we were at the forefront of tenant representation in Dallas," Staubach told the Dallas Business Journal. "That was the beginning of the Carl Ewert world. He had all these great ideas on how to help the customer, and he became a real essential part of the tenant rep team, which took The Staubach Company to where it had been for 30-something years before JLL bought the company."

Chicago-based real estate brokerage firm JLL acquired The Staubach Company in a deal valued at $727 million.

"Carl was a leader in helping to establish the priorities we had at The Staubach Company," Staubach said. "Having good brokers like Carl in the beginning was a really big deal in growing our business at the time and helping create a culture that was such that JLL really wanted us running the Americas."

Pushing for a strong core

During his months-long, Richardson-based rehabilitation more than three decades ago, Ewert sat alone at the cafeteria eating lunch when a fellow female patient sat down saying, "I don’t like you. I know your type. You have a presence like you own this hospital and you don’t."

The woman wasn’t alone in her feelings. It seemed like every female patient in his recovery group saw Ewert as standing for everything they hated about their dads or husbands and, in kind, verbally attacked him until he broke.

"There were no more tears left, and there was no place to go and no room for ego," he said, only one of two males in the group. "I felt worthless."

That led to the women in the hospital putting a broken Ewert back together again, "like Humpty Dumpty," giving him an appreciation for others he’d never had before. That same appreciation led to his successful brokerage career at The Staubach Company, Ewert said.

"What happened to me at 35 was like changing the course of the Mississippi River," he said. "Instead of being all about the win, it became all about other people. Prior to this, I never would’ve survived in Roger’s world, but afterwards I was a direct fit."

Ewert began building his tenant rep career at The Staubach Company, deciding to specialize in a Dallas submarket and pushing the brokerage firm to have a strong presence in the growing downtown and Uptown Dallas neighborhoods.

That’s because Ewert, who fell in love with downtown Dallas a child, saw the city’s urban core turn from a busy business corridor into no-man’s land with trash swirling through the streets in the 1980s. No one wanted to be in downtown Dallas in the 80s — especially the very companies the longtime broker had been working with at The Staubach Company.

"It was blowing up an image I had had growing up and seeing downtown Dallas," Ewert said. "It was painful, and it became a mission of mine to be a part of a group that wanted to bring downtown Dallas back. To do that, you needed to know all the intricacies of why companies moved to downtown Dallas to begin with and why they would be moving out. You needed to become a futurist."

Becoming a futurist on downtown Dallas helped position Ewert as an expert in the submarket and a go-to real estate guru in the city’s central business district.

"In terms of how long he’s been committed to making a difference to downtown Dallas, he is right at the top of the list when it comes to supporters from the real estate industry," said John Crawford, the former president and CEO and now vice chairman of Downtown Dallas Inc., an advocacy group for the city’s urban core.

"Carl has made a major difference to downtown Dallas, he could always get things across the goal line," he added.

Ewert’s tendency to score real estate touchdowns in downtown Dallas irked longtime broker Phil Puckett, who was hired by Dallas-based Trammell Crow Co. to work the downtown and Uptown office markets in Dallas.

"I always heard his name, and little did I know we’d become arch rivals," said Puckett, who is now vice chairman of CBRE. "I had so much disdain for him. I didn’t know him, but it was my competitive spirit, I did not want to lose to this guy. And I lost so many deals to Carl Ewert. It wasn’t even fair."

Puckett couldn’t stand hearing Ewert’s name that seemed to ring out at industry awards events, in part, because Ewert specialized so well in downtown and Uptown Dallas.

"There was nobody that knew those markets like Carl did," said Puckett.

And then one of the country’s largest financial institutions decided to move its corporate headquarters closer to its high-growth markets in the southern United States.

Landing a big fish

It took some time to get Ewert put back together again, but the patching of his personal life soon led him to his now-wife, Trisha Ewert, who also worked in the industry and leads as an executive at Kensington Vanguard. The relationship helped cobble together a loving, blended family in Lakewood.

"I re-play that tape in my mind, I never want to waste that tape," he said. "I know what I have the capability of being because I lived it and I’ve been it. I don’t ever want to go through that again."

With Trisha’s help, Ewert said she helped make him shine after he joined The Staubach Company about a year after the two were married. Without Trisha, Ewert said he wouldn’t have been successful.

"There’s nowhere the depth or breadth without her," he said, adding the real estate duo often entertains clients in tandem. "Everywhere we go, we go together. You’ll very seldom see us alone."

That depth, coupled with deep market knowledge of downtown and Uptown Dallas, helped Ewert become one of the real estate brokers working on Comerica Bank’s real estate search, ultimately bringing the Detroit-based bank to downtown Dallas and securing naming rights of the office tower, later known as Comerica Bank Tower.

Puckett was part of the team in the mid-2000s, and he couldn’t help but be impressed by his longtime competitor.

"Brokers can be so egotistical, but when it came to our client, Carl set the tone, ‘This isn’t about us; it’s about serving our client," Puckett said. "Everyone left their egos at the door."

The Comerica Bank real estate search allowed Ewert to showcase his market knowledge, moving deals around downtown Dallas as if potential moves on a chess board. Meanwhile, Puckett worked up a Dashboard presentation on the computer highlighting the makeup of Dallas’ skyline on a computer.

Ewert said he reminded him of how he worked with his first partner in a previous career, Puckett had deep knowledge of the operations behind downtown Dallas’ real estate, while Ewert would share the strategy and vision of a potential move to the client.

"We really discovered each other on the Comerica and later E&Y deals," Ewert said. "We were both really interested in making sure we didn’t outshine the other guy."

By March 2007, Comerica Bank announced the relocation from Detroit to Dallas, which, at the time, was expected to have an estimated capital investment to the Lone Star State of $47 million. The bank received a $3.5 million grant from the Texas Enterprise Fund as part of the deal.

The rivalry between Ewert and Puckett isn’t something unheard of in North Texas’ real estate industry.

Staubach, who has seen the industry grow significantly over the last few decades, says the commercial real estate in Dallas-Fort Worth has continued to be extremely competitive. For Ewert and Puckett, it’s like seeing an Army-Navy football game: they battle each other, but they still like one another.

"Dallas’ commercial real estate industry is as competitive as professional football, but they don’t have a report on Monday morning saying that JLL lost a deal to so-and-so — but it’s still competitive," said Staubach. "We have some good competition out there."

For JLL, Staubach says he’s hopeful to shape another Carl Ewert-type tenant rep broker from the up-and-coming generation of brokers at the firm.

"We have a good group of young millennials. There’s definitely a Carl Ewert in there somewhere," he added.

Sharpening iron

At last year’s Dallas Business Journal Best Real Estate Deals awards dinner at the Ritz-Carlton Dallas in Uptown, Puckett ditched the event early, pausing for a minute to send off a quick text message to the competitor he at one-time couldn’t stand.

"There will never be another Carl Ewert," Puckett wrote in the message. "We had some great times together and I lost a lot of deals to you, but gained a great friend and healthy respect for you and how good you were. No one will ever come close to you.

"I never thought I would say that about a fierce competitor, but Carl Ewert was fierce," he added.

For Puckett, one of Dallas’ ultimate deal makers has left an industry that has reached new heights as one of the country’s epicenters for growth. North Texas, once known for making a real estate broker hustle for business, now has the interest of national and international investors as companies continue to relocate and expand in the region.

The tide of the real estate cycle is coming in hard and fast on Dallas-Fort Worth, and while no one seems to know when it will go out, real estate cycles never last forever.

In January, Ewert was appointed to the board of the FBI Citizens Academy after going through a 10-week course that took the broker to Quantico and the FBI’s headquarters in Washington, D.C. — fulfilling a long-time ambition Ewert had before getting into real estate.

He has also been asked to serve on the advisory board of the Dallas County District Attorney’s office.

"In 2014, Roger told me to get out when you have the mental and physical capacity to do all the things you want to do, but didn’t have time to do it," Ewert said. "I’ve had a very blessed career — a Cinderella story — and this is the end of an era for me."

Along with serving on boards, Ewert’s new day-to-day routine will center around landing big hugs from his 14 grandchildren and ensuring he can spend plenty of time with his friends, many of whom happen to have been clients at one point of time.

He can’t help but make friends, said Staubach, who always followed up with clients after the firm landed the big deal.

"He would smother his customer, in a good way," Staubach said, jokingly. "Carl used to make a lot of friends. He has so many friends in the business he has to retire because he can’t make any more friends."

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