Monologues

CRUELTY THY NAME IS COFFEE

$0.99

MALE
DRAMATIC

30-50
YEARS OLD

She calls to me. I ignore her. She persists. I refuse. She stubbornly invades my thoughts without permission. Again I block her. Like a lioness looking for a mate, she purrs at the challenge, stalking her prey. She seeps her way into my consciousness in a wispy feathery dream. She sprinkles soft kisses on my pillow and blows a gentle breeze in my hair. She knows it’s a matter of time. Strengthening my resolve, I push her out. She’s restless. I sense her. She wants to play. I want to take her right there, show her whose boss, but I resist. I always resist. In her sprite-like way she tickles my lips sending ripples of pleasure through my body. She taunts me again, whispering sweet unmentionables in my ear. I feel myself weaken. She laughs softly, mocking me, challenging my will. She’s delightful in her persistence. She relishes in the dance, the slow sensual tango that draws me closer, entangling me with her smooth, silky essence. Her proximity is frighteningly tempting. I shiver with pleasure, my spine tingling with the warmth of her breath. I drown in her luxurious scent. My head reels with her beckoning presence, overwhelming my convictions. I feel myself crumbling before her, humble, a mere mortal, begging her for release. My Achilles heal, she toys with me…..

This is an excerpt/preview. You will be able to download the entire monologue once purchased.

  • Written by: Joyce Storey

Description

She calls to me. I ignore her. She persists. I refuse. She stubbornly invades my thoughts without permission. Again I block her. Like a lioness looking for a mate, she purrs at the challenge, stalking her prey. She seeps her way into my consciousness in a wispy feathery dream. She sprinkles soft kisses on my pillow and blows a gentle breeze in my hair. She knows it’s a matter of time. Strengthening my resolve, I push her out. She’s restless. I sense her. She wants to play. I want to take her right there, show her whose boss, but I resist. I always resist. In her sprite-like way she tickles my lips sending ripples of pleasure through my body. She taunts me again, whispering sweet unmentionables in my ear. I feel myself weaken. She laughs softly, mocking me, challenging my will. She’s delightful in her persistence. She relishes in the dance, the slow sensual tango that draws me closer, entangling me with her smooth, silky essence. Her proximity is frighteningly tempting. I shiver with pleasure, my spine tingling with the warmth of her breath. I drown in her luxurious scent. My head reels with her beckoning presence, overwhelming my convictions. I feel myself crumbling before her, humble, a mere mortal, begging her for release. My Achilles heal, she toys with me…..

This is an excerpt/preview. You will be able to download the entire monologue once purchased.

  • Written by: Joyce Storey