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Claire Jamison thought she finally had it all — a great career, a stable man, and a life steeped in peace after years of heartbreak. But when love starts brewing from unexpected corners, her perfectly balanced world begins to spill over.
Between Vince, the charming businessman who gives her the dream she’s always wanted, Stephen, the remorseful ex who refuses to let go, and Michael, the magnetic stranger who tempts her back into chaos — Claire’s heart becomes the battlefield between passion and peace.
Set against a backdrop of wine, desire, and self-discovery, Morning Cup of Coffee is a bold and intoxicating tale of love’s contradictions — where pleasure meets pain, and where every choice carries a cost.
Sometimes, the sweetest sip comes from the cup that burns you most.
Tracy D. Morrison is a captivating author known for her enthralling fiction, romance, and erotic tales. With a passion for exploring the depths of human desire and connection, she weaves intricate narratives that resonate with readers. Tracy's work invites you to experience love's complexities and the thrill of passion. When she's not writing, she enjoys delving into the world of art and nature, drawing inspiration from life's beauty.
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Morning Cup of Coffee
A TASTE OF DESIRE
TRACY D. MORRISON
Morning Cup of Coffee
Tracy D. Morrison
All rights reserved
Copyright © 2025 by Tracy Morrison
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.
Published by Spines
ISBN 979-8-90002-528-5
Dedication & Special Thanks
This book is dedicated to all the women allover the world who has been strugglingto find love, but never gave up.
Special Thanks to the following:
George Sharperson
Thank you for making this bookcome to life for the world to read, and for being a greatsupport system throughout all of my career choices.
You're awesome!
Pamela (Asja) Gilmore
Thank you for believing in me from the beginning.
You were promoting me before you even saw myface, and over the years, you have continued tobe a strong support system in my life, and for never giving up on me and all of my ideas.
You're very much appreciated.
Patrice Honeycutt
Thank you for always being a listening earand being a very supportive sister/friend.
Throughout all my endeavors, it’s very hardto find someone you can count on, so for thatI thank you!
Tyeisha Morrison
My sister for life, thank you for being there.
You have always helped me in all of mycareer choices and promoted my first book like crazy.
You never complained when Iasked you to grind with me.
You're absolutely the best!
Tonya Morrison
Thank you for your encouragement anddaily laughs. Wish you were still here withus to see my book come to full fruition.
You are definitely missed and gone too soon.
Rest in Peace
September 27, 1983, to September 23, 2024
And to everyone else who believes in me, thank you!
Love you all!!!
Contents
Claire
Match me
Special Delivery
First Sip, First Glance
Heat of the Morning
Bittersweet Moments
Jolie Dame
Smell the Aroma
The Perfect Blend
Whispers Over Steam
Pouring Confessions
Awakening the Aroma
Secrets and Silence
The Last Drop
Epilogue
About the Author
Claire
It was approximately 12:45 pm when I started to realize that I didn’t have my morning cup of coffee. In which I had been craving all morning, this is not your ordinary cup of coffee. This particular cup has a name, and that name is... as you read this story, you’ll know exactly who I'm speaking of. I desperately felt like I needed to hear his voice, feel his energy, and be in his presence. My day was going nowhere fast as I sat patiently waiting for my mother to complete her physical therapy. Finally, she sauntered out of the doctor's Office and started going on and on about all the errands that we have to take care of. At this point, I'm trying my hardest not to get annoyed and irritated, that’s when I inserted my Coldplay CD and started listening to my favorite track titled Yellow.
The moment I started listening to that song, my heart instantly felt a gush of happiness. At that moment, thoughts of my lover occupied my brain, body, and heart. I became intrigued with the thought of just being with him. I felt my insides smile with joy, lust, and us becoming a power couple. Yellow played repeatedly until my car was back in my driveway after a long day of dealing with my mom. What I felt at that exact moment was priceless; there are really no words that can explain how tingly I felt all over. For once in my life, I thought about being in love with someone else besides myself. I just want to love him and give him all of me without any limitations. I just want to love.
By nature, I’m a very emotional, affectionate, sensitive, loving, nurturing woman. The truth of the matter is, I’m like an onion that has several layers. I am someone who has always been infatuated with being in love. So let me introduce myself to you as you continue to read my memoir about my life. I am Claire Jamison, a 30-year-old paralegal for one of the most prestigious law firms here in Nebraska, Ohio. My lifestyle is pretty simple; I work, work, and do more work. And because that’s all I do, my co-worker Ann told me I should sign up for Match. Com, since I never make time to meet anyone. I said to Ann I'm not sure if that is a good idea, She looked at me and said Sure, it is. Go ahead, give it a try, and see what happens. It won't hurt to try, I shrugged my shoulders and said Yeah, maybe you're right. Hesitantly, I took her advice because the truth of the matter is I’ll probably remain single for the rest of my life if I don't at least make an effort. So I put my big girl panties on with the help of my co-worker, signed up, and created my profile. I took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. Now, let's see how many men out there are looking for a 5ft 7 145 lb brunette with light honey colored eyes, sprinkled with a few specks of green, with a glowing olive complexion that's mixed with a few nationalities like African American/Brazilian and caucasian.
Over the past 2 years, I haven’t dated much, and when I did decide to go out with someone, the guy would always turn out to be a super jerk. Maybe Match.com will have some real suitors in its sights. Sadly, I have to say my vibrator has become the only man in my life.
Match me
“Oh, geesh, I totally forgot about my Dr’s appt. As usual, I’m running a little late. Besides my vibrator, my gyno is the only other man who has touched or looked at my perfectly Brazilian waxed vagina. At times, I question why I go through the pain of having a hairless vagina when I'm not dating, which means no one is going to see it anytime soon. Well, hopefully that’s not true. “Ms Jamison, the nurse called, the doctor will see you now.” Hi there, Dr. Thompson, how are you? I asked. I’m great he replied. “ Well, you know it's that time again.” Yes, I know.” Now it’s time for the series of questions that doctors usually ask, like when was your last menstrual cycle, and are you sexually active at this time? That question is a joke, I thought to myself. It’s been so long I can’t recall. Both of us chuckled. Next, I got undressed and put on the paper smock that the nurse instructed me to put on as I waited for the doctor to re-enter the room. As I sat up on the examining table waiting for the doctor to shine the bright light up my vagina while he placed the cold tool inside of me, I started to wonder about the direction my life was going in. I don't want to be lonely for the rest of my life, I thought to myself. “Everything looks fine Claire, Thank You Dr. Thompson I replied “Please contact me if you have any future medical needs”, I sure will Bye now” After I left my appt, I stopped by the grocery to grab a few items to make a salad, and to pick up a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon all of this thinking has stressed me out.
Upon arriving home, I decided to check my profile on Match.com to see if I had any views or requests. To my surprise, there were three strong candidates and a few others that weren’t quite my cup of coffee. Meanwhile, I was starving, and a glass of wine was definitely in order. After dinner, I took a shower with the greatest shower head massager in the world, that’s one necessity that I had to have besides my vibrator, the two of them together temporarily relieve me of daily pressure and frustrations. After pouring another glass of wine, I decided to go back to my profile and check out my candidates.
The first person I decided to view on my profile was this very handsome guy named Michael Hughes. This guy was very easy on the eyes, and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen. According to his profile, he’s 6 ft 5, weighing in at 215 lbs. He’s the CEO of Hughes Stock Options firm, a wine and cheese enthusiast, and he loves to travel. He’s been married once and doesn’t have any children. I thought to myself, so far so good. I will keep him in mind.
Connor Drake was suitor number 2. He was an average-looking guy with beautiful teeth. Never been married, one child, occupation: a loan financing officer. Looking for someone who’s interested in long weekend getaways, into classical music, and great food. I’m not too sure about him, I thought to myself, he sounds a little dry and stuffy. Maybe I will keep him as backup.
Vince Carter was the last person who sounded a little interesting. Now, this guy was gorgeous in a rugged way; he reminded me of a cowboy. He’s 50, has no children, has never been married, loves to travel, is a vodka connoisseur, loves an adventurist woman, and is looking to settle down with the right one. His looks resemble the actor Sean Connery. Ok, I have three choices; two of them I really like, not too sure about the Connor guy.
Connor reminds me of my ex-boyfriend Stephen. I tried to deal with his overbearing ways. He would turn off my music and replace it with classical music. It was just his ways in general that I couldn’t deal with. The only thing that kept me there was sex; he was an incredible lover. The way he paid attention to every curve on my body was amazing. His kisses felt like warm summer rain all over my body. I can still feel his penis inside of me when I'm pleasuring myself. His lovemaking skills were slow and thrusty; he made my body beg and cry for him to fuck me over and over again. Geesh, I’m getting hot and bothered just thinking about it. Unfortunately, sex wasn’t enough to keep us together.
He drove me insane to the point that he made me feel like I was losing it myself. Stephen drove me straight to a therapist. Besides his pretentious and controlling ways, he was very insecure, and his insecurity turned me into the same neurotic person he was. I started getting suspicious of other women. He made me feel like I wasn’t good enough for him; he stopped giving me compliments, but had no problem gawking at other women. I can clearly recall one time we had a blowout argument about infidelity in which he had the audacity to bring up the one thing he knew that would hurt me, which was the time I got raped by a very close friend of my family when I was 18 years old, by force with a knife pointed at my throat. I began screaming at him, saying Why would you bring that up? That's something that's very hurtful and painful to remember. He wanted me to feel like shit, and he achieved what he set out to do. During the last month of our relationship, I started to feel out of touch with myself. My heart was very heavy and wretched. I remember crying myself to sleep, praying to god, asking him to give me the strength to leave this man. He had a lock on my heart and my vagina that held me back. Thanks to my therapist, I was able to take baby steps and slowly unlock the chain that had been wrapped around my heart.
Red wine always gets my juices flowing and relaxes my body. Right now, my body is relaxed, and I’m feeling like I need to pleasure myself. So I finished my glass of wine, and pulled out my boyfriend which is my vibrator from my nightstand along with my warming to the touch massage oil, I began rubbing the oil on my little pink pearl before Placing it on my clitoris which first really gets me going, my body was very aroused at this point, I laid back on the bed and slightly opened my legs I closed my eyes and began massaging my boyfriend all over my ready to be pleased girly part. Next, I placed it inside my wet, soaking vagina and visualized the guy Michael from Match.com as I started fucking the hell out of the vibrator. I moved my hips up and down very slowly as I continued picturing Michael deep inside of my walls. I thought about the way he might touch, taste, and feel inside of me. My nipples were hard as I rubbed my vagina juice all over them. The fact that I'm imagining this man is bananas, I guess it's like watching Ryan Gosling make love to Rachael McAdams in The Notebook for the first time. Five minutes later, my body exploded with lustful thoughts of pure ecstasy. I pulled my boyfriend out, wiped him off with a cleansing cloth, and put him back in his home, which is my nightstand, and fell asleep.
