Part 18 - 2 : Your Love Is My Drug

Last Time on Memoirs of a Disturbed Teen…
She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.
She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire.
During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;*




They finally reached J’s apartment, and he practically jumped out of the car to open the door for her. She looked surprised and yet amused.
“Damn, He must really need a break “She Thought to herself. She then got a very devilish idea. As soon as he closed the door, she put both her hands on his shoulders so that he was facing her. She pushed him against his car, slid her hands under his shirt, and leaned in and bit down on the bottom part of his ear.
He melted.
He was going insane.
He wanted her now...

He grabbed her from the waist and carried her to the elevator. There she wrapped her legs around his waist. They lip locked. She had her back against the wall. He had one hand behind her neck, the other holding her against him. Their lips touched, practically combined together. Whenever she bit on his lip, he pushed her against the wall harder. It was getting hot and heavy, so much , that the mirrors were fogging up.
Erotic isn’t it ; ) ?

He didn’t even bother to put her down; he unlocked the door while she was wrapped around him. He slammed the door shut with his leg, and she got down . He looked confused
“What’s wrong? “
“Nothing baby, it’s my turn to have some fun “
She pushed him against the couch, and straddled him, she kissed him again. She started unbuttoning his shirt
He had his hands up her shirt, his fingers slowing trailing up and down her back.
She starting kissing his neck, especially his weak points.
He has his hand on the small of her back and kept moaning her name. He left her breathless. He couldn’t handle it anymore.
He grabbed her and carried her to the bedroom and shut the door behind them.

And what happened, well, you can only imagine. But don’t worry; they didn’t do what our old folks call “the nasty”
They lay next to each other, breathless, both only in their underwear.
He pulled her in, and she held him. They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. It seemed like they never wanted to let each other go…

“Nayla... I love you “
Her eyes teared up. It was the first time he ever said those 3 words to her.
“I love you too J “

He pulled her in and kissed her lightly on her lips and sank his face in her neck. Just to inhale her.


Now ladies, don’t we all wish our men were like that?

Till next time ; ) …

Part 18 : Your Love Is My Drug

WARNING: There might be some very detailed sexual scenes and situations, for those who are shocked by such things or are too young to read this, are advised not to. Thank you.


An extra extra long and sinful post to make up for lost time, Enjoy ;*

A couple of days passed after the fateful incident. Things gradually got back to normal, although her father’s face stayed glued in her mind like glitter on paper. His reaction was beyond words. He still had that stone cold expression, yet a hint of sadness in his eyes. She shook it off every time since she had a performance coming up in a couple of days. She was also anticipating her birthday. She’d finally be 18 and could openly be in a relationship with J. Well, at least not have to keep it to between her, J, and Moh’d. The relief and the weight that would be lifted off her shoulders was inexpressible. She shifted that thought aside and was practicing the piece she had in front of her. She was doing her own acoustic version of Lady Gaga’s “Telephone”. Yea it was ganna be kick-ass. She was continuously practicing during her free periods, between lessons, at home, any time that she could use. She barely had time for J.
She was tired.
She was frustrated.
She needed a break.
She needed J.
She grabbed her phone and started dialing his number.

Meanwhile, J had just stepped out of the shower after a long and tiring day at the gym. He treasured any gym time he had since teaching took up most of his time. He was changing when he saw a picture of Nayla and him on his nightstand. It was at taken at a spring of love festival. They had an amazing time that day, and the memories were those of the spontaneous kind. Especially one of Nayla pulling him into passionate and lust filled kiss. He remembered how it gave him goose bumps and vast feelings of pleasure. It was the first time he had seen that side of her and thought to himself


“This girl is ganna drive me crazy”



With that thought in mind, his phone was ringing and her name was flashing across his screen.

Call Started

J: “You were just on my mind”

Nayla: “So were you... “


He noticed her tone of voice and knew instantly what it meant. He was about to have the adventure of a lifetime. Well , that’s how it is with her..

Nayla: “Hello, you there baby?”

J: “Yea sorry, just drifted off a bit...”

Nayla: “Well I was saying I think I should come over, I miss you...”

J: “I miss you more cutie, when do you want me to pick you up?”

Nayla: “Hmmm, Give me an hour...”

J: “alright baby, take your time. When you’re ready, just call “

Nayla: “alright baby, see you later “

J: “You too”

Call Ended.

That gave her enough time to glam up. She had to look good after all. She stepped into her bathroom and started taking a long yet quick lather session. She washed her hair and body with the cherry blossom and vanilla scented set that J was insane about. He’d always keep her close to breath in her scent. She lathered up twice, scrubbed thrice until she felt like the scent had been absorbed by her skin. She dried off and started air drying her hair, and ran her hair through it a couple of times until she got the right amount of volume and curls she wanted to achieve. Hair, check. She moved onto make up. She went through the basics and added a few more things to give her the extra oomph! She added her MAC studio fix, then a bit of bronzer along her cheek bones, loads of mascara, and Russian red lipstick. She looked divine. Make- up, check. Before moving on to wardrobe, she messaged her mom letting her know she was going out. Her mom was at work and instantly replied giving her the green light. She decided to go for her black lace underwear and bra set, along with her ruby red body hugging just above the knee dress, along with her black Mary janes , and black clutch purse. DAMN! J was sure in for a surprise. She added a few sprits of Bali dream here and there before taking one last look in the mirror before leaving. She gave herself a twirl before J messaged her.

J: I’m outside baby

Nayla: I’m coming ;*.

She headed down the stairs, and saw J waiting there. He was really a sight for sore eyes. His eyes were practically popping out of his eye sockets. He was hypnotized by how astonishing and sexy she looked now. He wanted her. He wanted her right there and then. The sight of him made her laugh a long and sensual laugh. He felt like his heart literally skipped a beat. She got into his into his fully tinted black on black 1970 ‘stang.

Nayla with an amused look on her face: What’s wrong baby?

He was lost for words. She was breath-talking

J: You...Look…Incredible...

Nayla: Thanks Honey.

She planted a light kiss on the rim of his neck. That drove him crazy.

She giggled a bit to herself, knowing that she just lit the fire.

During the quiet yet exhilarating ride back to his apartment, they both were in different worlds yet one thing was on their mind. They were both getting something tonight” if you know what I mean”;


To Be Continued…..

Part 17 : Please Tell Me What's Going On In Your Head ....

Her heart was beating probably a thousand miles per hour. Well, it felt like it. As her heart was racing , her head was pounding harder and harder by the minute. Her hands were shaking worse than a sidewalk when a jackhammer hits it. Yea , that bad. The sweat was pouring by the bucket fulls down her back. She couldn't believe her eyes. The man she hadn't seen in years , who sent a frilly birthday card every once , was right in front of her at this very moment. Let's introduce you all to Nayla's father , Let's recap shall we ?







10 years ago....





Little Nayla was sitting as she always was. Right in front of the T.V. Watching Tom & Jerry Re-runs, with her curly hair in a two pigtails , and a huge bag of ready made cotton candy. She then heard somebody shouting , and heard things breaking. As being the curious child she's always been , she dropped whatever she had , and started walking towards her parent's room.

Mahir: Are You Serious ?! Do you think I'm an idiot and have no idea of what's going on ?! Your a whore and a liar !

Salma was lying on the floor , with a huge gash along her forehead , with blood trickling down the side of her face. She was defenseless . Nayla watched while her mother was being tortured repeatedly by the man she called dad. Her father had major anger management issues , and had an even bigger jealousy problem. Salma's beauty resembled a Greek goddess. She was stunning, and much like Nayla but older. She also had piercing sapphire blue eyes , while her father had a mix of jade green and honey-sickle hazel eyes. Therefore , Salma would always get much un-wanted attention from men . That enraged Mahir even more. He'd always accuse of her of cheating and that she threw herself onto any men that came her way.

Nayla couldn't handle watching her mom being battered . She burst into the room and stood in between her father and mother. He didn't even flinch . He grabbed Nayla by her hair and threw her against their bedside lamp. Her mother had dialed her brother's number and left the phone open and on a side, which saved them from the grips of death. Her brother and Nayla's uncle Jaad , burst into their household with the rest of their male family members , and took took out Mahir in one punch . Since that awful day , Nayla had never faced her father again. She has a small scar below her eye which reminded her daily on what kind of monster her father was. That monster was right in front of her , and the scar burning like a bomb fire gone bad.

Nayla: What are you doing here ?...

Mahir : I should be asking you that question , and what the hell are you doing in this guy's apartment alone?

Nayla: You have no right to ask me anything or tell me what to do.

Mahir : Yes I do , I'm your father.

Nayla: No , Your a monster. My father's dead.

Ouch , I know..

Mahir began clinching his fists as he always did before he was about to hit anyone. Nayla noticed that and stood behind J immediately. He sensed her fear and dis-comfort.

J: Look , we don't want any problems , so if you will , step aside.

Mahir: I will , and I'm taking this white-trash whore with me.

J at the moment , swiftly grabbed Mahir by the neck and pinned him against the wall .

J: If you ever come near her, try to talk to her , even make eye contact with her, I'll make sure that your buried 6 feet under where no one would ever think of finding you , got it asshole?

Mahir cowardly nodded . J let him drop to the ground and he scurried away. Nayla was amazed . She never thought that anybody could plant that kind of fear in anybody , specifically her father, who seemed to be the human re-incarnation of the devil himself. She embraced J tightly as he turned around and faced her.

J: He never is going to bother you again , not while I'm alive.

Nayla: I know...

J " Cupping her face in between his hands": No , I want you to believe it. Baby , I love you, and you have my heart. Whenever your in pain , angry , happy , or sad , I feel it deep down inside. Don't you ever forget that alright ?

He kissed her on the crown of her head , and pulled her close . She breathed in his scent and said a silent prayer

Nayla : " God , Thank you for sending me this angel..."

Part 16 : As The Saying Goes: " The Heart Wants What It Wants"

Moh'd starting dialing Nayla's number....


The dial tone began....


As they were mesmerised by each other , Nayla saw her phone vibrate and Moh'd's name flashing on the screen.




Nayla: " Hold on babe, Moh'ds' calling.. "


She turned around , picked up her phone, and pressed the answer button...




Nayla: " Hey Moh'd , What's up ? "




Moh'd: " Alot actually.. "




Nayla " with a worried look on her face" : " What's going on ? Are you OK ? "




Moh'd: " Yeaa , Don't worry, I actually have some good news for you.. "




Nayla " her face suddenly showing a curious look" :  " Oh ? "




Moh'd: " The bitch.. I mean "Marwa" won't be bothering you anytime soon ... "




Nayla: " Moh'd , what did you do ? "




Nayla knew Moh'd had a quick temper, and was afraid he might have done something he'd eventually regret...




Moh'd: " Don't worry couz, It's all been settled and dealt with.. "




Nayla: " Alright, but I'm trusting you and please make sure you don't do anything extreme or stupid... "




Moh'd: " Don't worry , it's all cool and I didn't do anything out of line, I only did what was necessary.. "




Nayla: " Alright couz, Thanks alot , See ya soon . Take care and I love you. "




Moh'd: " You Too couz. bye "




Nayla: " bbye.. "


The phone call ends.


The wrinkle lines on Nayla's forehead always showed when she was either really ticked off or really worried. Seeing that , J got his cue , and wrapped his arms around Nayla's tiny delicate waist and instantly , Nayla begin to relax. He whispered into her ear ..

J : " You don't have to worry about him , he's a good guy , who actually has a brain. He knows what he's doing.. "

Nayla: : Do you always have to eavesdrop on all my phone calls?... "

J " with a puppy look in his eyes" : " Only when I see you scrunching up your forehead. "

Nayla" while scrunching her forehead": " I don't.. "

J: " You just did it again. "

They both started laughing , and began to forget the eventful day that they had.They just stood in silence , enjoying each other's embrace..


Nayla: " Sweety , it's getting kinda late . We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. "

J: " Alright babe , grab your stuff and I'll drop you off. "

They started cleaning up , putting the dishes away , Nayla grabbed her coat , and they started heading fo the door hand in hand. Nayla put her hand on the doorknob and slowly starting turning it while facing J with the hugest smile she had on her face . She started opening the smooth dark amber wood door .When she started heading out the door, she never expected to find the last person on earth standing right at J's doorstep..


Nayla: " Dad ?! "


To be continued....

Part 15 : Sweet Satisfaction

After the whole show down with Marwa , Moh'd had some what achieved some self-peace. He knew something like that would stop Marwa from pulling another circus stunt like that. He took out it cell-phone and started dialing Nayla's number..

Meanwhile, J and Nayla just finished a delicious dinner J whipped up for them. After a long , and draining day, it's something they both needed. Wouldn't you?

They then put on some soft acoustic music to relax to. They sat there for awhile in each other's embrace. They were each other's sole comfort, and could only open their hearts to each other. J gently tipped his face as he stared to into Nayla's divine grey eyes with such intensity. She stared back into his deep blue eyes, that seem to go on forever. She never wanted them to stop. He cupped her face within his hands, as she tipped her face in closer. They were only a breath's width away. He gently lay his lips on hers. The sweet taste and scent of him drove her insane.She gently kissed him back. As they sat like that for awhile, the intensity cranked up a notch. It got more passionate.Their embrace tightened as he had his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, she had her left hand snaked behind his head, and on a lock of his amazing jet black hair. Her right hand behind his neck, just pulling him in closer and closer. The hunger and lust they had for each other was just as powerful as their love and passion. They slowly started parting from each other , but only to look at each other. Their foreheads touching and as he twirled a lock of her hair that managed to escape from behind her ear around his finger. He always loved playing with her curls and they were amazingly soft.As he did that, he sent the same chills that she felt when she held him the first time they met. He pulled her close and she gently lay her head against his chest , while she heard and felt his heartbeat under her finger tips.

He suddenly got up . Nayla was startled. What is going on ? She thought to herself. He turned around ...


J: " May I have this dance? "

Nayla: "letting out a small laugh" " No.. "

J: " No...? "

Nayla: " You'll always be my dance partner.. "

J: " You drive me crazy you know that? "

Nayla: " As do you.... "


They looked at each other lovingly as he took her hand and twirled her around. She let out a shriek of joy as he pulled her close. They were more in love then ever and it showed. As they danced the day away to the rhythms of a sweet melody they called love.....

Part 14 : Whipped !

Marwa felt scared. Sweat started forming at the brow of her eye , her hands started shaking as the person she was facing was looking her died in the eye.

Moh'd : " Hey home-wrecker ? Up to no good again I see... "


Marwa: " Hey Hamood..How.. "


Moh'd: " Don't you ever call me that , You make my name sound disgusting.. "


Marwa : " Sorry .. "


Moh'd: " Not as sorry as your going to be ... "


Marwa's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head..



Marwa: "What do you mean ? I didn't do anything to you this time.. "


Moh'd: " That's true , but you just recently messed with the wrong girl... "



It hit her . Who he was talking about was none other then Nayla..



Marwa : " What does that kid have anything to do with you ?.... "


Moh'd: " First of all , she's more mature then you'll ever be and second , that person is my close and loving cousin. "


OH SHIT ! Was all Marwa could say in her mind , and knowing Moh'd well enough.. She knew she had f'cked up this time  ..



Let's Recap shall we ?


A year ago , Marwa had met Moh'd, rather seen him , at a friend's party . She kept checking him out the whole time with a mischievous look in her eye . She being the bitchy person that she it , went up to him and tried to start up a conversation. Moh'd knowing her reputation from friends, ignored he every attempt , walked away until she tugged him and laid one on him just to get his attention. He immediately pulled back and spat at the ground. Unfortunately, Ashwag was standing right there watching it all happen. She came up to Moh'd slapped him in front of all his friends and told him it was over. She ran towards the door , and left him there looking dumb-founded. He never knew what hit him , it was all happening too fast . Then , his blankness was filled with fury as he looked towards Marwa , with her hands on her lips , and a huge grin on her face. Moh'd was the kind of guy who rarely got angry , but when he did in those rare times, all hell rages over. He grabbed Marwa by the sides of her arms and pushed her against the wall. She had never been more scared in her life. He started shouting at her and cussing, saying the she just ruined the most amazing relationship he ever had , and that an amazing girl walked away from him because of her disgusting stunt. As that was happening , Ashwag had forgotten her car keys and went back to get them . When she did she saw the whole scene and jumped in to pray Moh'd off of Marwa. When she did , she calmed him down , saying she believed it wasn't his fault and that Marwa was to blame. They kissed and made up , with everybody cheering them on. Then she turned to Marwa, slapped her right across the face , smiled , then she and Moh'd left the party hand in hand.

Remembering all that still gave her chills and made her space out at times., but this moment wasn't one of them.

He grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the wall. She let out a small scream but still kept quiet. Tears were streaming down her face at that point.

Moh'd: " Don't try those crocodile tears on me , they won't work. But let me remind you what I warned you about a year ago. If you ever mess with me , or my girl , or anybody I know for that fact, I'll treat you like the animal your trying to be. "

Ouch ! That was a huge verbal slap against her face.

She then attempted to find out how he found her.

Moh'd: " Remember , I have connections ... "

That sent another frightening chill down her back. Her eyes couldn't have gotten any wider.

Moh'd: " Let be this the last time I ever speak to you again. Cause their won't be a next time, if you know what I mean. "

He said that while walking towards the door . He let himself out , and left Marwa there . She had never been more terrified in her life . She wrapped her arms around herself and started silently sobbing.

What goes around come around, so be careful with what you say or do ; ) ...

Beginning a new blog

Hey everybody !

As you all know , I've been working on memoirs of a disturbed teen for a while , and I've been loving the amazing and positive feedback I've been getting. So much , to the point where I've started a second blog called " The Bond". If you want to start reading it , just go to my profile and you'll see it there . It's also a fictional story line , and I hope you all enjoy it!

Yours Truly,

A Bahraini Dream.