As I knelt down to survey the scene a sense of dread washes over me. My nine-millimeter now lay next to me while three bodies lay a yard away each with a clear head wound. But their deaths didn’t concern me. They had been necessary. However, the one that rested before me was not. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. It was because of her I was here. Because of her lies I had put three more bodies down. Because of her I was now a marked man.

Claire! Her name is Claire.

I rest her head in my lap and wipe the hair out of her face. Tears in eyes, blood on her lips and a bullet whole in her gut. A bullet meant for me. I was supposed to die here, but she stopped that.
“How bad is it?” she asks.
“Fatal.”
“Never could lie could you?”
“No point lying to the dead.”
She coughs. Turns her head to the side and spits out some blood.
“I never meant for this to happen you know.”
“What part?” I ask. “Setting me up or you getting shot?”
“Both. Life’s a bitch ain’t it?”
A pool of blood starts to form around her body. She is getting pail now. Growing cold. She clings to the whole in her chest trying without any hope of stopping the bleeding.
“You think people like us go the heaven?” She asks.
“Doubt it.”
“Yah, I probably have a set next to the devil.”
“Not a chance. Besides, prize seating like that go to the real evil. Hitler, Nixon, Judas, Bush, Palin…”
“Don’t forget Hasselbeck.”
“You really hate the girl eh?”
She laughs weakly.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “When she goes she’ll be on his lap.”
“Better by his seat, like a dog.”
“Kind of harsh don’t u think?”
Even in death she finds humor.

The sky opens and rain falls upon us. Looks like the way we met is the way we will depart. The rain soon mixes with her tears and blood and I am soaked in both.
“You know I love you right?”
Her question catches me off guard.
She continues. “I know you might not, but I do. In this business your one of the last good men left. And I admire that.”
She is shivering now. Her body is unable to retain heat. Not long now. It will be over soon.
She takes my hand.
“Will you stay with me?”
“Until the end.”
She closes her eyes and becomes silent. Pain etched into her face but that soon begins to fade. My friend, my lover, my betrayer, my Judas was dying in my arms. I look down at her and say the only words that come to mind.
“I love you too.”

Twenty minutes later I walk out of the alley alone. My nine-mill tucked in my jacket with the ID’s of my kills and Claire. I left her there with the others to be another Jane Doe. No time to be sentimental. Besides, a proper burial in our world was a pine box. If you’re lucky.
I made a right and headed to my car. I was covered in her blood. Needed to get out of the city ASAP. I got on the 401 and headed west. I hit the radio on the local news to see if they got wind of my work.

Nothing.

I headed north on the 400 till I reached cottage country. My new ride and weapons would be waiting for me at the safe house. I was about two miles out when I pulled onto a side road and headed into a heavily wooded area. I got out and walked to a near by camp sight. The wood the previous campers had used on their was still good.
It took about five minutes to get the fire at the right height. I stood there for a while just looking at the flames. Letting the dancing fire have my full attention. I knew what needed to be done.
I reached into my right jacket pocket and pulled out passports, ID’s, pictures, anything that gave and record of Claire’s existence. One by one I tossed all knowledge of her into the flames. Let the fire burn her memory away. This was her cremation.
When I got down to the last item, I paused. It was a photo taken of us just two days ago. Her last words play out in my mind again. “You know I love you right?” The right thing to do would be to toss this too and move on.

I pocket the picture.

I stood there until the last of the flames goes out. I had bin my silent funeral for her. Making sure there was no trace of my presence here I left the camp and walked back to the car. Enough time had been wasted. I needed to get back on track. A contract was out on me and I needed to know who made it and if need be kill any and everyone who stands in my way.
I tapped my left jacket pocket to make sure the other ID’s were there. I had stripped the bodies of any identification and paper work they were carrying. I know it was a long shot, and that their ID’s were most likely fakes but it was all I had to go on.
Four people were dead because of me. Three for trying to take my life and one for trying to save it.
I got into the car and gunned the engine.
Three down.
Time to get to work.

As I close the novel the crowd begins to clap their approval. Some stood, others stayed seated, but all the while clapping.
The reading had been a success.

“Damn it!”

The magic has passed. The special moment that we had shared has slipped away before it even really started. I couldn’t expect to walk back and for things to just continue like nothing ever happened. I imagine her sitting there uncomfortable, nervous, contemplating going back to her original seat. I see myself going back to my seating area and fi8nding it empty. Looking back, I see her between the mother and son. She is looking down at the ground. Fat bastard looks at me with a smile on his face. He mouths, “She’s mine not hommie”.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Just a second.” I say.
I wipe up, and unlock the door. A hand pushes me back inside and there is a click as the door locks again. She turns and looks me dead in the eye.
“Be honest with me.” She says. “What just happened? You were all in it with me then you just weren’t.”
I breath out. “It’s just. I’m not an exhibitionist and…”
She chuckles and relaxes.
I ask her what’s so funny.
I thought that maybe you had been lying about being single and had second thoughts about the whole thing.”
I relax as well. “No, you just caught me off guard.”
“Really!” She touches my manhood again. I don’t move. Out eyes met. I can read her wanting expression.
I ask. “Right here?”
“Right here.”
She moves closer, never taking her eyes or hold off me. Our lips meet again. Hard sexually driven kisses take over. I grab her ass and pull her close. She unbuckles my belt. Our kissing intensifies. My pants fall to the floor.
She says. “Do you want to know what I wanted to do to you?”
“By all means.”
She is on her knees. She takes me in her mouth. My knees buckle. I have to hold onto the sink just to keep upright. She grabs my ass and pulls me in deeper. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to hold back my moan. She’s go that toe curling, blood rushing, mind blowing, body tight, could cry “Lord have mercy” kind of skills. Her action and our altitude has got me close to seeing doubles. I put her up towards me. Kiss her feverishly. I pull down her tracks and glimpse her perfectly shaved lower half.
“When did those come off?” I ask.
“Who said the were ever on.”
I feel her warmth in my hands. I trace my fingers between her legs and her body responds in kind.
“Do you want to know what I want to do to you?”
“Yes,” she says. “By all means.”
I lift her. Turn her upside down. And bring her heat to my lips. My strength surprises her. The abilities I posses to please her with my tongue shocks her. She raps, her arms around my waist and holds on with all she has. I go deep inside her. Trace her walls over and over again. I hear words and phrases like “Oh shit” “That’s the spot” “Yes, Oh God yes”. I keep her there for a long while, what her to feel as good as she made me. Her arms are slipping. The blood to her brain has her completely week like putty in my hands. I flip her right side up and place her back on her feet. She falls back into the sink but catches herself.
We laugh.
She says. “Maybe we should go back to our seat before anyone notices we are gone.”
“Is that really what you want to do?”
“Not. Not really”
She turns around and looks at me though the mirror. Her ass rubs against my groin, inviting me to enter your warmth. She sucks her lover lip and her eyes open wide as I slip inside of her. Hitting the sink twice she holds on with everything she’s got as I fill the void between her legs. I give her long deep strokes putting her oven on high.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
“Fuck no. Keep doin…oh right there baby. Right there. Don’t stop.”
In this moment, she is mine. She is my lover and I give her all that I am and have. She pushes back into me all the while, telling me to go harder, sending me in deeper. Our sweat mixes with sounds of our bodies meeting. My climax is rising. I fight it. I don’t want this to end.
“Oh shit.” She says. “Oh My God! MMMMM!!! I’m almost there baby!.
I’m right with her.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Her orgasm hits me so strong. I drags mine out in full force. Our bodies jerk in repetition. I fall away from her and hit the wall. Without my added support her legs give way and she falls to the floor. We look at each other breathing as if we had just run a triathlon.

Half and hour latter, we are back in our sets preparing for the descent into Florida. We are holding hands like to lovers on vacation.
“So you think after my shoot I could see you again?”
“I was hoping you would say that.”
The landing is smooth and we taxi in. As the passengers leave the plane I catch the eye of Fat Bastard as he departs. I nod. He does the same. Twenty minutes later, after new the new arrivals has settled in, we taxi back out onto the runway.
She turns to me.
“Can I be honest with you about something.?”
“Sure.”
“Well, the truth is…I saw you from when you entered the plane and I just had to talk to you.”
“So the story about the kid and big man…”
“All true. I just gave me a good reason to get close to you.
“Can’t say that that upsets me.”

We are at the runway now. The plane picks up speed. Her hand tightens. I let go and rap my arms around her, pulling her close. She relaxes. We are airborne now, climbing higher and higher into the shy. My new lover rests her head on me and falls asleep. I look out my window at the night sky. I smile to myself. This relaxing vacation has already turned out to be more interesting then I could have imagined.

We have idle conversation for the next hour. We talk about music, movies we like, places we’ve been to and so on.
I say; “So what about yourself? Left the husband at home?”
“I like the fact that you ask about a husband instead of a boyfriend. I don’t have either by the way. To hard to keep a relationship in this business.”
“Because of the traveling?”
“There’s that and they tend to get over protective. It’s like, I know I’m beautiful and all but you don’t need to be on me like that.”
“You think very highly of yourself.”
“Got to. If not me then who? Besides, can you honestly tell me otherwise?”
I stare at her for a moment. Let my mind wonder far away from where we are. I imagine her body under her sweats, think of her curves, her firm ass in my hands, her nipples in my mouth. Unconsciously I lick my lips.
She smiles at me and says, “I think I got my answer.”
I catch myself and smile back.
“So why Rio?” she asks.
“Why not?”
“Just that there are plenty of other places for you to go, being single and all?”
“Well, I travel a lot due to work and it’s always been a place of interest for me. So, here I am.”
“What do you do?”
“Business consultant. I pretty much fly all over the world for the company I work for and fix whatever problem might be going on.”
“Sounds exciting.”
“Sometimes.”
“So you’ve seen a lot of sights?”
“When I can. Most times I’m in their offices.”

The stewardess comes by selling headsets for the in-flight movie. I buy two. She tells me it’s cool and reaches for her pocket, but I tell her don’t worry about it.
The movie begins. It’s “The Note Book”.
“Shit!” she says.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like the movie?”
“It’s not that. Just…I’ve never been alone watching this movie. Always had a special someone to share it with.”
“Well, technically your not alone.” I say.
She chuckles. “You know what I mean.”
“Yah, I do. How about this? You’re single and so am I. So, for the rest of the flight we can pretend to be together?”
For a moment I feel like maybe I’d blown it. I have this beautiful woman sitting next to me and I had spouted of the first clever thing that had come to mind. She looks me up and down. I feel as if I’m being x-rayed by her. I begin to doubt myself even further when she suddenly replies, with a smile; “I would like that.”
We cuddle up close to each other and watch the movie. An hour into the film I look out the window and see the night sky. Many people around us had opted out for the movies and had fallen asleep. Her hand moved to my leg and she began massaging me with a lovers touch. A wanting desire pounds at my chest and my heart and mind skip a beat. I look down at her and find that she is looking at me. Out eye contact is electric. So much is said without words. Our lips meet. I’m not on this plane anymore. I’m far beyond the clouds. This is what heaven feels like.
That is the only word I can use to describe the place where I have gone. I am alive, yet I’m being taken to see my maker. I am being baptized in her lips and born again a new man. Her hand tightens on my leg as our kiss intensifies. He tongue enters my mouth. I respond with my own. Trace the lining of her lips. She bits my lower lip. I pull her face close to me. She shutters. Her hands move up my let. I suck her tongue. She finds my manhood. Every part of my body is awake. She rubs her fingers over my pants front. I feel her inch up to my waist. She is at my belt and unfastening my buckle.
I move back. She looks at me worried.
“Is something wrong. Did I…”
“No! I just…I need to use the bathroom.
I can tell that she doesn’t believe me, but she lets me leave. I move quickly down the aisles and find the washroom unoccupied. I enter, close the door behind me and lock it and breath out.
Warm water from the tap trickles though my fingers. I cup some and splash it on my face. I look at my reflection and am angry with myself. What was I thinking?

Finally!!!

After a three-hour delay due to some malfunction I am boarding flight 7396 to Rio. This vacation is so long overdue. My only worry now is that with the new strict regulations on what can be brought through carry-on I can only hope that my luggage meets me there. I chose a good time to book my trip. Most people have already done their vacationing and are back to work, so this should give me a nice relaxing time.
I find my seat and place my carry-on above me. I arrived early enough to request a window seat. I know it’s the touristy thing to do, but it has been about five years since I’d flown anywhere that wasn’t business related and I wanted to take it all in. I got in my seat, took out my ipod, put on some Jay-Z and waited for the other passengers to settle in. I closed my eyes and imagined what my time would be like. I had planned for my first day at the resort to take in an in room massage and let someone work out all the knots that my body contained. Maybe hit the beach and try a sea-doo. I could rent a scooter and see some of the sights. Then hit a local club and see what the nightlife had to offer.
Someone tapped my shoulder. I figured it was the stewardess telling me I had to pay attention to the emergency instructional video. I pulled out my earphones, opened my eyes and found myself face to face with the most beautiful woman I’d seen in a long time. Her black hair hit an inch past her shoulders. Slender but firm frame and she looked like she was mixed with black and Indian.
“Sorry to interrupted you but the stewardess told me the seat beside you was empty and I can’t sit back there a moment longer.” She points about four rows back where sure enough there was an empty seat between a woman and her fidgety child and a heavier set man. “Do you mind?”
“Be my guest.”
Even though she is wearing a set of tracks and runners she is asking to be notices. That’s probably the reason why she is changing seats. I look back again and notice the heavyset man. He glares at me. I smile and turn back and see her watching me. My smile falters. She smiles shyly at me. She pulls her hair back behind her right ear.
“Thank you, they were driving me crazy.”
“What happened back there?”
“Well the kid was a real Jeffery.”
“A what?”
“Sorry. Have you ever heard the joke about the kid on the plane by Bill Cosby?”
“Oh! Jeffery!”
“Yah, he was kicking and fussing. He actually hit his mom.”
“For real? What did she do?
“Steven, don’t hit mommy. He even hit me.”
I laughed. She chuckled.
“It’s not funny.” She said. “He caught me in the mouth and his mom said nothing.”
“What about the guy?”
“Oh, fat bastard?” We laugh. “He was a little to happy to be sitting beside me. Kept trying to get close. Even rested his hand on my leg at one point and smiled. Crepes me out.”
“I can see why.”
“I really hope I’m not imposing on you by being here.”
“Not at all.” I said. I actually didn’t know I had these seats to myself.”
“Lucky for me then.”

The lights went on telling use to take our seats and fasten our seat-belts. We pull out from the airport and move onto the runway. The stewardess gets everyone’s attention to the screen ahead for the emergency safety video telling us what to do if the unthinkable should occur. Only people who haven’t flown as much as I have are paying full attention. A short time after the plane stops on the runway and prepares for take off. Looking out the window I get a clear view of the right wing. The engine kicks in, full speed ahead. I turn to look at the woman beside me. Her eyes are closed, hands gripping the hand rest; speaking but I can’t hear her words. She is saying a silent prayer for safe passage. I ask her if it’s her first time flying?
“No, just never like takeoff.”
The nose of the plane tilts upwards. We leave the runway, the earth, and enter the sky.
I’m on my way.

Ten minutes later, after the pilots level out the plane, the Captain’s voice comes on the P.A. and gives us the run down. Flight path, time, weather, bla bla bla. I look at the woman beside me again and she is relaxed now.
I ask her. “Business or pleasure?”
“What?”
“Your flight. Is it business of pleasure.”
“Oh!” She is flustered. “A little of both. Got a two-day shoot in Rio then the rest of the time is min. What about you?”
“Personal.”
“Personal as in family?
“Personal as in personal! Taking some time off from business. If pleasure happens to find me, all the better.
“I see.” She extends her hand. “I’m Reeca by the way.”
I take her hand.
“Darnel.”
“Nice to e meet you Darnel.”
“Likewise.”
The seat belt light goes out. We are now free to roam around the plane if we like.
I ask her if she is a Photographer?
“You don’t think I could be the model?”
“Never assume anything. Always expect the unexpected.”
She smiles. Her smile could put the sun to shame.
“Never thought about it that way. Good Philosophy to live by.” She tells me she’s been modeling for years now. Started at the same age as Tyra Banks. Did a few magazine spreads. Her big break was the swimsuit edition for Maxim. She even tried out for Top Model, but never made the cut.
“I really want to do high fashion.” She says. “But my assets aren’t helping me in the process.”
“Your assets?”
“The parts men notice when I’m coming and drool over when I leave.
“I see, so what’s the shoot about?”
“King magazine’s big booty girls. It ain’t classy, but it pays the bills. So what or who is bringing you to Rio?”
“Vacation. Time to unwind.
“By yourself?”
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“Naw, just that a man like you shouldn’t be going away by himself.
“A man like me?”
“Yah, good looking man like yourself. I’m surprised your wife let your go without her.”
I blush.
“Thanks but I’m not married.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Any potential?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Damn!”
“What?”
“Just find that hard to believe. Are you…?”
“Am I what?”
“Well…you know?”
“Does it look like I am?”
“Can’t really tell now a days.”
“No, you can’t and no I’m not.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Why is that?”
She doesn’t answer.

He fills me up and yet there is still more to be taken. Entering me slowly so I can feel every inch that God has blessed him with. He opens me like no man has ever done. If he could see my face he would know that I have given into him completely. Yet still, I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he is breaking my down with every thrust.
His tempo increases like the heartbeat of a track star. This nameless, faceless, voiceless lover has me on the edge but I refuse to make the sound to let him know how good he feels. We are at an impasse. Then it happened. In a split second his tempo changed sending every inch of his manhood inside of me hitting my spot so wonderfully. He had pulled the trigger and I was dying a thousand beautiful deaths.
My outcry was what he was waiting for and he got it in ten folds. He had won our dance. He claimed his prize. He hit my spot like a marks man. He sent me to heaven and hell all at the same time.
A woman’s hand touches my face. Pleased with what he lover is doing to me she has decided to join back into the party.
“Oh…My…God!” I say. He is taking me to places I thought I would never go.
“You’re so beautiful Shelly.” She whispers in my ear. Lord, if she could see my face right now she would see I’m far from beauty. Hair jacked to hell, sweat falling, body convulsing, face contorted with a look of ugly pleasure.
“Th…Than…Oh yes…Thank you.”
He lifts me up, showing me how powerful he is. I rap my arms around him and feel his body. Firm shoulders, muscular arms, hard chest, the body or a Roman soldier. He turns me around, places me on my hands and knees and re-enters me. His passion is carnal. He forces himself into me with rapid precision. I grab the headboard and force myself back on him. Want to show I can give as well as I get. I want to hear him moan, hear him scream. Hear him ask for more. Yet still, he says nothing. Out tempo is angry, each trying to get the other to give. Lips find my breasts. Damn this girl knows how to cheat me of a victory. But I wont go down without a fight. I use my hands and enter her love box. She is dripping wet. I massage her, enter her, feed her what she wants and her body responds.
We are in a sinful dance.
I feel his frustration. He wants my orgasm. Wants me to scream out for him. His grip on me becomes tighter. I call out to God, to Jesus, to anyone who would listen, but it wasn’t the call he was waiting for. I was holding back. Refusing to give into my urge of release. Instead, I gave that urge to my female lover. She buckled and moaned as I eased in and out of her at the speed he was doing to me. I had her right where I wanted her. And then it happened again. She was under me, sucking my breasts as if it were her last meal. I lost complete control over every thing I was doing. Two lovers. Two wonderful lovers focused solely on me. My orgasm came like a wave hitting the shore. It overwhelmed me. I feel to the bed gasping for air. The earthquake that hit my body begin to subside but the after shocks kept me writhing in the bed.
I roll over and lay on my back. She strokes my arm.
“So beautiful.” She says.
“When will I see you again?”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes. And your lover, what about him?”
“That can also be arranged.”
I pause for a moment before I ask.
“Your lover, who is he?
“No names.”
“But he knows mine.”
“That he does.”
“Why doesn’t he talk?”
“Does that frighten you?”
“Yes, a little.”
“A little fear is good. It puts all your senses on high alert. Makes the sexual experience more exciting.”
I couldn’t argue the point.
“But why doesn’t he talk?”
She didn’t answer right away.
“So you can imagine him in any light you like. By him staying silent he can be whomever you want him to be.” She kisses me on the cheek. “It’s time.”
I feel movement from between my legs. Her lover is getting off the bed.
“You never answered my question.”
“Which one?” She asks.
“Will I see you again?”
She chuckles. “I’m sure you will.”

She rises off the bed and her and her lover cross the room. Moments later the door opens and two figures slip out. Once again I’m left alone in darkness. I can still feel him inside me. Her hands and mouth all over me. I have to see them again.

Stay tuned for next weeks story "A Whole New World"

Was it him or me that brought about the kiss? I don’t know and to be honest, I don’t even care. They were driving me to complete erotic insanity. She made me feel sexy. He made me feel naughty.
That she did to me I reciprocated in kind to him. She sucked my nipples I sucked his bottom lip. Her tongue traced my breasts mine would trace the outer and inner portions of his lips. It was a love triangle with nothing but touch and sound. His lip broke away from mine and came to rest on my right breast.
“Oh God” I said. They were both pleasing me. I was the prize. The conquest. And I didn’t mind it at all. They had their own individual rhythms. Hers was soft and gentle. She cupped my breast in her hands like a gauntlet and licked and sucked me into ecstasy. His was more aggressive and forceful. He used one hand to hold my breast to his mouth and went to town like it belonged to him. They had me open, ready and willing to do anything they wanted to do. I could feel my hot box throbbing with anticipation.
“Lay back” she says to me. I do as I’m told. Shifting on the bed tells me that one of my unseen lovers has moved fro where they had been. She touches my face to let me know that she is still there. Her hands move to my legs, slowly coxing me to let her in.
Her gasp comes suddenly and unexpected. The bed begins to move back and forth. Her lover has entered her. Giving her all that he has and she loves it. Jealousy takes hold. I couldn’t see him but from the sound she is making he is well equip to handle the job. Before my impulse to move her out of the way takes me her tongue burst through me like a butterfly coming out of the cocoon
I am wet before I even realize what is happening to me. My body is overwhelmed by her every lick. It’s a woman’s touch. I try with everything in me to focus cause I feel a pattern forming from her tongue motions.
Her Name!
Over and over again her rhythm continues. Her repetition is intense, satisfying. The way she carves her name into me. I try so hard not to give her what she wants but my body refuses to work with me. My moan is followed by a wave of sweet release. She pulls me closer, sending her tongue in deeper and takes all that I can give. Her breath becomes heavy. She is on the edge. Her hands shake on my legs. Her orgasm is long and strong. The green demon rises up in me again. As if she can read my mind she says.
“Are your ready?”
“Ready for what?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead she comes beside me. New hands take hold of my legs. His hands. He pulls me towards him. He massages me between my legs and my breath leaves me. I think to myself. “Lord have Merc…” I can’t finish my thought because at the very moment he entered me and all I see are stars.

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I can’t believe I’m doing this.

I had so many opportunities to change my mind. On the long drive over here. At the door when I paid to come in. Even in the room where I undressed. Now, I find myself standing in a room in complete darkness. Waiting!
“Why did I agree to this?” I say to myself. After a time my curiosity gets the better of me and I decide to explore the room. The carpet floor feels like heaven between my toes. With my hands outstretched in front of me I feel my way around the room. My knee hits something hard and I let out a sharp “ouch”. The steel frame is cool to the touch. I walk around and feel soft sheets covering a firm bed. “Lord have mercy.” I lie down and feel the silk sheets caress my naked skin. Resting my head on the pillows I feel more at ease waiting in comfort.
Light enters the room as two figures enter. My heart rate begins to rise. No turning back now.
The door closes.
“Shelly?” says a female voice.
“Over here.” I say.
I think to myself it might take them a while to find me, but no sooner had the thought entered my head movement on the bed tells me their there.
They had been here before.
“Are you alright?” she asks me.
I want to say, “No, I’m not alright. I’m naked in a room with you and your unknown lover and I can’t even see my own hands in front of my face.”
“Yes, I’m fine. A little nervous.”
“Its cool, I was nervous my first time too.”
Her words confirm my suspicions. I had assumed we were all novice to this experience, but low and behold, I had become her and her lover’s next conquest.
Her hand finds my bare flesh. She gently strokes my leg.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
This was it. My final opt out. She was giving me the choice to walk away from this den of sin and go back to my normal life. My mind is racing. So many thoughts all at once. But her touch feels so good.
Before I can utter a word her lips find mine. She was taking away all though of leaving. She had made up my mind for me.
She holds me close and glides her hands over my body as we kiss. Her lips have the softness of rose petals. My body responds to her every touch. Her tongue massages my lips in a subtle way. Like she is begging me to let her in.
I do!
Her taste is of cherries. She is seducing me with her tongue and I can’t stop her. She pulls away and says, “Have you ever been kissed by another woman before?”
“No, never.”
“What did you think?”
I sat up and found her rose petals. Let my tongue lick the morning dew that she had taken from me. I’ve heard that only a woman can truly tell what a woman needs. Now I’m not saying that’s all together true, but she was making me a believer
Throughout all of this her lover was silent. Listening to us. He hadn’t moved and inch since he sat on the bed. I couldn’t tell what he was doing and that made me more curious to know who this new lover was.
Her lips move down my body and find my full breasts. My nipples are fully erect. My arousal was on high. My moan came without pre-warning. She has gotten the response she had been waiting for, because like a tsunami that fools in without warning her lovers lips met mine and the world went sideways.


Stay tuned for Part 2 or "In the Dark"