Hello, everybody!
This is a quick introduction before we get started on a new, monthly short serial titled: Poppy's Musings. There will be four short stories from Poppy's point of view as she reflects on what her ex-husband Walker put her through and the karma she wishes him to face as a result. There will also be one special short that is Walker's memory of what happened during the opening chapters of Redemption Weather. One will be released each month on the following dates: April 17, May 15, June 12, July 17, and Walker's Memories will debut on August 14th, 2024.
First up, you need to be 18 or older to read this. If you're not a whole adult yet, go away! While these short stories fall under the realm of "romance" not "erotica", as their originating novels do, they're still meant for mature audiences.
If you have not read Redemption Weather yet, you should do so before going any further!
For those of you who have read Redemption Weather (Aces High MC - Cedar Falls #1) by Christine Michelle, you know that Poppy was the main female character. She was originally an ol' lady in the Aces High MC - Sierra High Chapter in Georgia. Then, her husband cheated on her and she moved to the Cedar Falls, West Virginia area to be near her only remaining family - her brother, Chief. He is also a member of the AHMC.
I never set out with the intent to write a story for Poppy's cheating ex-husband, Walker. I thought he might become a footnote or cautionary tale in one of the other MC member's stories eventually, but then everyone asked me to write a redemption story for him. It was more of a challenge to an author than interest in wanting to see Walker end up with a happily ever after. Still, I accepted the challenge! It took me a while to get to his story, as I had a lot of other projects underway, but now that Walker (Aces High MC - Sierra High #1) is available for preorder (set to publish on Sept. 3, 2024), it is time to revisit Poppy, Smoke, and Walker as we count down to the big day!
I am taking ideas that readers in my private Facebook group have suggested and turning them into bonus short stories that involve all the ways Poppy has fantasized about Walker coming face-to-face with karma for what he put her through.
The first one up was from Leslie Staffey, who wanted to see him end up with some nasty sexually transmitted diseases!
Poppy's Musings #1
The STI Revenge
by Christine Michelle
For those of you who need trigger warnings: descriptions of sex acts, gross infections, health issues, revenge fantasies, strong language, substance use/abuse, and probably more.
Portions of the text are written in first person from Poppy's POV. Her fantasies are written in third person, as if Poppy is the narrator in her revenge fantasy.
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I took a sip of the fruity concoction, marveling over being able to drink alcohol for the first time in far too long. "Is it just me or is does this Daiquiri have a little extra kick?"
The women surrounding me giggled as I took another long gulp.
"You might want to slow down there, Poppy. I put an extra shot of 151 Rum in them."
"Damn, Leanne, are you trying to kill the poor girl?"
"No, but seriously, after the past couple years, I thought she needed to be able to cut loose and really enjoy our girls' night."
My beautiful friends were right. I needed this, even if I couldn't tell which Leanne was the real one, since I was seeing doubles already.
"Do you ever think about your ex and what's happened to him?" Gillie asked. Even though there were two of her, I didn't miss the way Leanne turned away to hide from that question. She knew better than anyone what had become of my ex. Her man was Ghost, the National President of the Aces High Motorcycle Club. I heard rumors that he had been kicked out of the club, but in the same breath, I'd heard that he was still there and up to no good as usual. Leanne would never confirm anything, but that was mostly because I wouldn't put her in the position to have to answer me and choose between the confidence Ghost placed in her or our friendship.
"I don't know anything for sure, and I think that's for the best. He's in my past."
"Still, you spent what? A decade with the man?"
"Ten years together, eight of those married, yeah."
"That's a lot to just not care what happened to him. I know what he did was shitty, but don't you ever worry about the man you once fell in love with, even if you don't care about the cheater he became?" Gillie persisted.
I understood where she was coming from. Her oldest child, her son, was the product of her first relationship with a man. She had been in love with him once upon a time, too. Then everything had gone to shit and he'd been responsible for kidnapping their son and a whole slew of other heinous events that played out before she found her happily ever after with another member of the club, Surfer.
"Well, I sometimes have these fantasies," I admitted to immediate shocked gasps and disapproval. I rolled my eyes at the women. "If you think I'd fantasize about anything sexual with Walker's dirty dick, when I have my amazing man to go home to, you've lost the plot, ladies."
At that, some of their shoulders came back down and a few of them released a sigh of relief or a nervous giggle. "I have Karma fantasies," I explained,
"Ohh! I want in on those!" Leanne chimed in. "I've had a few myself, but considering my situation, they're always accompanied by guilt. I don't have to feel guilty for wishing bad things on Walker, though. Share with us!"
"Yeah, my ex is dead now, so there's no use in having Karma fantasies anymore. I want in, too." Gillie clapped and managed to miss her own hands more than she hit them. Obviously, I wasn't the only one with alcohol-induced vision problems.
"Okay, there's the one where he gets all the sexually transmitted diseases his dirty dick can collect..."
I had to wait for everyone to stop laughing and offering commentary before I could dive in and tell my story as if it was happening in real time. Once everyone quieted, I closed my eyes and pulled up the number one fantasy I used whenever there was a moment that I forgot to be angry with Walker for what he did to us. I was better off now with Smoke, for sure, but that didn't mean I couldn't still harbor resentment for my original life's plan going to shit because my ex-husband couldn't keep his dick in his pants.
"Jenn, what are you doing?" Walker looked at the woman as if she'd lost her mind. It wasn't the first time she had blatantly come on to him and it most likely wouldn't be the last.
"You look sad." Jenn glanced up at him through her long, fake lashes that were caked with a smidge too much mascara to appear attractive. Instead, they reminded Walker a bit too much of spindly spider legs which caused an involuntary shiver. "Have you been fighting with Poppy again?"
Walker huffed out a sigh that offered more truth to Jenn than he seemed willing to verbalize. "What's it to you?"
"I hate seeing you so down. I just want to help, and you deserve to have someone who sees you as more than a breeding stud."
Anger flared hot and deep in the pit of Walker's stomach at that. He wondered how in the hell Jenn knew anything at all. Then again, he was certain that everyone was talking about how Poppy still wasn't pregnant yet, despite them having tried for years to make it happen. Walker picked up his beer and downed the entire bottle in one go.
"What the fuck do you know about my personal life, Jenn?" He asked after tossing the bottle into the nearby can.
"I know that you choose wrong back in the day. It should have been us together and I'm woman enough to prove that to you now. You don't need to be miserable with Poppy anymore. Let me show you how good it can be."
Walker's eyes roamed around the room, taking in the debauchery the single men of the club got up to with the women who hung around to be used in any capacity they saw fit. For a brief second, guilt formed a knot in the pit of his stomach, but then he refocused his attention on Jenn. Spider eyes aside, she had gone above and beyond in dolling herself up. What she lacked years ago, when she attempted to steal him from Poppy the first time, she had made up for with age and, from the looks of it, some plastic surgery. Her tits were far larger than they'd been a decade ago. Her ass was larger, too, but that seemed indicative of eating well and aging rather than surgery.
Jenn wasn't bad to look at. She was no Poppy, but she would do to take his mind off his troubles. "You have to keep your mouth shut."
"Of course." The grin was a bit too much for Walker. He almost turned away and went to find one of the club girls. It was the better option. If Poppy ever found out he stepped out on her, there would be hell to pay, but if she ever found out it was with Jenn, his wife might simply start digging two graves.
"Let's go to my room," Walker announced. He didn't touch Jenn as he passed by her, though she reached for his hand. He shook it off and turned back to her in a flash. "Not here!" The words were a warning growled out in a whisper. She got the point and let him walk a few paces away before she followed behind him. No one stopped him on his way to the back hallway. No one stopped Jenn either. Just before Walker disappeared down the hallway, he glanced back to the bar and noticed his best friend there at the bar shaking his head. Their eyes locked and Walker could have sworn he could hear Snake ask what the hell he was doing.
Walker broke the stare and disappeared down the hallway while fighting that knot that grew larger in his stomach with every step. He shouldn't be headed to a bedroom with Jenn. He shouldn't be headed there with anyone else, but least of all Jenn.
"Hey, baby. Wait for me," Jenn giggled as she caught up to Walker just outside of the last room on the right. "I'm about to rock your world and there's no way I'll let you start without me."
Walker didn't say a word as he unlocked and opened the door. He allowed Jenn to enter before him because he didn't want to see the room. It held memories of being with women who were not his wife and he wasn't drunk enough to block out everything he'd done.
He shouldn't have been drunk enough to bring Jenn back, but he had reached his limit with his wife when she demanded they talk about spending all their savings on IVF treatments or adopting someone else's kids.
"Fuck that," Walker muttered.
"What was that?" Jenn asked as she turned and kneeled in front of Walker as he closed the door.
"Nothing. How about you get busy rocking my world? If you can get me hard enough, I'll fuck you into a damn coma."
Jenn ripped at his belt and then tore at the button and zipper on his jeans. It didn't take her long at all to have his floppy cock out of his pants. She frowned in obvious disappointment. "You don't even have a semi?" She questioned. "I thought this was a long time coming between us."
"You thought wrong. Now either suck my cock or get the fuck out. I didn't bring you back here for conversation."
"Wow. You don't have to be a dick about it," Jenn hissed. When Walker stepped to the side and started to pull his pants back up his thighs, Jenn stopped him. "Now, don't be so hasty. I've always wanted to know what it was like to be fucked into a coma, so we're going to give this a try."
Walker snickered at her and then grabbed hold of her blonde locks and pulled her face to his crotch.
Jenn should have demanded the light be turned on. Then, she might have seen what awaited her. She might have avoided a messy situation. Then again, she had knowingly propositioned a married man, so she deserved everything she was about to get.
Walker slipped his other hand down between Jenn's face and scratched at his pubes.
"Jesus, Walker. My face is right here." The woman protested before Walker used that same hand to grab his still flaccid dick and shove it in Jenn's mouth.
"Suck it good, baby." Walker called to her as he used her hair to push and pull her on and off his cock. As it grew, Jenn had more and more of a reaction to him pumping her head up and down his cock. The gurgling noises soon turned to full-on gagging, but Walker knew enough to stop just before things got messy. "That's good enough. Get on the bed, ass in the air."
Jenn obliged. When Walker moved behind her and rubbed the head of his unprotected cock up and down her slit, Jenn whined. "Aren't you going to return the favor and lick me?" She asked.
If only Walker had been in a giving mood. He might have realized there was something not quite right with what Jenn had going on her own nether regions. Instead, he smacked her ass and slammed his cock into her as hard as he could. Walker damn near fucked the woman into a coma, just as he promised, but he fell short by a couple strokes and Jenn didn't reach completion before he did. Walker pulled out and jacked his dick until he spotted all over Jenn's ass.
Coming seems to bring him back to reality as he tripped backward over the shoes that had fallen off Jenn's feet as he had roughly fucked her moments ago.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Jenn screeched. "I didn't finish."
"What the fuck did I just do?" Walker asked himself. Jenn flopped around and reached over to turn on the bedside lamp.
"What the fuck is going on there?" Walker asked as he pointed down at Jenn's ravaged pussy.
"What do you mean? The part where you just gave me a fucking of a lifetime and then left me hanging right at the end or the mess you left behind on my ass?"
Walker pointed between Jenn's legs and then glanced down at his still-wet dick. His nose scrunched up in displeasure as he brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed. It was Walker's turn to gag. "What the fuck?" He yelled at the blonde who looked absolutely horrified by his sniff test.
"You have a rotten fucking pussy, bitch!" Walker yelled.
"Fuck you, Walker! Maybe's it's your dick that's rotten?" She reached down and absently scratched at her pubic mound.
"Bitch, you have snot coming out your pussy. I know it ain't my cum because that all landed on your ass and my shit doesn't look green."
"Green?" Jenn shrieked as she jumped up and moved to the mirror hanging on the closet door. She threw a leg up on the wall and spread her freshly used, puffy lips apart to have a look just as Walker threw on the brighter overhead light. Jenn started to hyperventilate as she noticed what Walker had just moments ago. He was right. Something was very wrong with Jenn. She reached down and wiped some of the discharge up and then looked up at Walker with wide, -filled eyes. "What did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything. Clearly, you had something brewing in that pussy of yours before you got to me. Shit don't work that fast for it to have come from me." While Walker was talking to her, he absent-mindedly reached down and scratched at his crotch again. It had been itching like crazy all week. It started the weekend before when he had come to the clubhouse to get some relief that was for the pure joy of sex and not his wife demanding a baby from his body that couldn't give her one.
"You're the one scratching your nuts like they personally offended you!" Jenn finally snapped at him. He glanced down and noticed little red dots on his fingertips.
"What the fuck?" Walker asked no one in particular.
Jenn started to scratch at her mound again. "Oh my God! Did you give me crabs?"
"Well, it's better than whatever nasty puss-filled shit came crawling out of your twat. What the fuck, Jenn? You didn't notice your snatch was nasty before now?"
"Fuck you!" Jenn yelled again. "I'm sending you my doctor bill."
"Bitch, I'm sending you to an early grave if you don't get out of my sight."
Jenn reached down and pulled her shoes back on. It only just dawned on her that Walker hadn't even taken the time to get her clothes off. He had simply ripped her panties, left her skirt in place, and fucked her without any foreplay.
"No wonder your wife doesn't want you anymore. You dirty -dick bastard." Jenn threw out the insult as she ran to the door.
"Your pussy is dipping smelly green slime, bitch. It doesn't seem like I'm the dirty one here."
Jenn growled in frustration before launching herself out the door. Walker plopped onto the end of the bed and put his head in hands for all of half a second before the smell made him gag again. He then headed toward the bathroom and jumped into the shower only to come out to the bed still stinking of what had just gone down between him and Jenn.
"Ew! Poppy, that's nasty!" Gillian gagged a little as she said that.
"It might not be a revenge fantasy. I can see that happening," Leanne stated as she nodded her head and laughed at me.
I shrugged my shoulders and ended up listing a bit too far to the left before my brother's woman caught me and pushed me back up straight. "It probably happened at some point. I doubt he was very careful, since he didn't have to worry about knocking anyone up."
"I hope you got yourself checked the minute you found out," Gillian said just before hiccuping.
"I did. I think that's where the revenge fantasy came from because I had to wait for a few days before I could get in to see the doctor and have myself tested. We were trying for a baby, so obviously we weren't using protection. It made me ill for a really long time thinking about all the crap he could have brought home to me."
"You poor thing," Leanne chimed in. "Is that all of the fantasy?"
"That's the main gist of it. Sometimes, I have longer versions of it that accompany my nightmares from that time. I don't think about it often anymore, but after we first split, I would imagine him dying from Syphilis while he also had Herpes, crabs, and Gonorrhea to contend with."
The women all laughed as each took a sip of their drinks. "He deserves no less," Leanne said as everyone else grew quiet. "I remember how worried Chief was about you when word got to us about what had been going down." She grinned at me then. "I thought for sure that Snake was going to demand a transfer and fight to make you his old lady."
"Oh, there was no way that would have happened. Snake was a good friend to me, sort of. There's no changing the fact that he knew Walker was stepping out on me and fucking other women, though. He knew and didn't tell me immediately."
"Stupid brotherhood," Gillian muttered.
"Yeah, for all the good the club does, there's the brother hood. The code." I rolled my eyes as I thought about that. "We don't matter."
"Not true. At least, not here. I know for a fact that Smoke would put you before his brothers if it came down to it," Leanne said with so much conviction, I didn't dare disagreed with her. "I think Ghost might be the same with me. He learned a really big lesson with what happened to his daughter after his wife passed away. I think it put a lot of things into perspective for him."
"Yeah, I supposed there are some that would put their women and children first, but Snake chose the brotherhood. I understand I wasn't his woman, but if he ever thought about making me his, then he should have proven he was worthy of me." I shrugged my shoulders again. "Smoke did that. We had our bumps in the road, but it was nothing compared to what I went through with Walker."
"At least that asshole is in your past," Gillian mumbled into her drink.
"Yep, and if there's a vengeful god out there, he has an incredibly itchy crotch too." We all giggled at that and then the door burst open and my beautiful man walked in with a wide grin on his face aimed right at me.
"Come on Poppy, time to go home before you end up hating your friends tomorrow when the hangover kicks in."
"Take me! I'm yours!" My words were probably slurred all to hell, but it didn't matter. Smoke bent down and picked me up in a bridal carry and walked us right outside to my car. "What about your bike?"
"Can't have you on the back all sloppy like this, Pops. I'll get someone to bring me by to pick it up tomorrow. Gettin you home safe is more important."
"That's why I love you so much. You take care of me."
"Always."
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