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  I was waiting for HIM to contact me. But he hadn’t texted me. For all I knew it was over. And who cared anyway? He was out of my league. I’d known that as soon as I met HIM. My rocker was more my type. He was the kind of guy who always wanted to fuck me. Hell, this musician wanted to fuck just about anyone. But who cared? I just wanted to be obliterated.

  He had a small studio apartment with a ton of sound equipment. He directed me towards a single bed in the corner. We took off our clothing in no time. I asked him to use a condom.

  The young dude was pretty excited. I studied his back and the large snake tattoo while he busied himself with putting on the condom. Then he turned around. He kept telling me that I had a gorgeous body.

  He was into foreplay. I closed my eyes and let him kiss my breasts, my abdomen and lick my pussy. But I wouldn’t let him kiss my lips. I turned my head to the side. This was not lovemaking, it was just sex. Nothing else. He didn’t seem to even notice. He was just excited he was about to fuck me.

  Once he entered me, he came almost immediately. He lay on top of me. He was dead weight. I didn’t say anything. Fifteen minutes later he fucked me again.

  I waited a polite amount of time before leaving him.

  ‘Can I see you again?’ he asked.

  ‘I’m engaged, actually.’

  ‘So why did you agree to fuck me?’

  ‘I was bored.’

  ‘What about your fiancé?’

  I shrugged. ‘It’s complicated.’

  ‘Well, I don’t care if you’re engaged or not. Just come over. You’re extremely hot.’

  He attempted to reach out for me but I pulled away.

  * * *

  By the time I was back on the street again I was in worse shape than ever. Who was I kidding? Sleeping with someone else did nothing for me.

  I pulled out my phone and looked for a text from HIM. HIM. But of course there was nothing.

  I decided on a different tactic. I rushed home, went into my bedroom, rummaged through the closet and found the tripod for my camera. I took off my clothing, feeling more and more turned on. I aimed my cellphone’s camera at my bed and put it on a timed setting. I lay on the bed, gathered my tits in my hands and pushed them together. The camera clicked. I sent HIM the photo with the adjoining text.

  ME: U r the best fuck ever. My body aches 4 u. I keep playing w/myself thinking abt u f’ing me. Please come soon.

  And it worked. I lay on the bed still naked. Within a half hour he texted me back.

  HIM: How bout next wkend? Ex has kids.

  ME: Where?

  HIM: It’s gonna be a surprise.

  ME: K. Sounds like fun. Do u promise to f me really good?

  HIM: I never break my promises.

  I masturbated quickly after receiving his text. I would be with HIM. HIM. Soon.

  * * *

  I was thrilled. I would finally be able to spend some quality time with HIM. For the next couple of days I was in a state of arousal so profound I could barely get through them. When I wasn’t at the college, I’d lie on my bed, touching myself, making love to myself, all the while thinking of HIM. HIM.

  He texted me midweek to tell me he had reserved a room at a hotel on the waterfront. He wasn’t sure we’d ever leave the room.

  HIM: I’m prob gonna fuck you hard. Harder than ever before.

  ME: Please do.

  HIM: You’re the kind of woman that needs it hard.

  ME: Yes I am. Can a man tell that abt a woman?

  HIM: I could tell that abt u just by just looking @ u.

  ME: You mean in the bar at the hotel the first night?

  HIM: Yes, there. I knew u’d be a gr8 fuck.

  * * *

  On Friday afternoon I decided to return to the lingerie store on the Boulevard. The same woman looked at me expectantly. I told her he had invited me to go away for the weekend. After I purchased several negligées she handed me a card for a spa where I could get a Brazilian wax. She guaranteed me that he would really appreciate it.

  I called the spa to make an appointment. When I got there, a pretty and petite French woman brought me to a treatment room. ‘Your boyfriend, he will love this.’ She handed me a soft terrycloth robe and told me to get undressed and put it on. She’d be back momentarily. When she returned I was sitting on the treatment table.

  ‘Many men want their women to be soft like a baby down there. He’s going to be excited to see you are soft and pretty and ready for him,’ she said.

  Then she prepped me for a Brazilian bikini wax. She put on a pair of plastic gloves. First she sprinkled talcum powder over my pubic hairs. She took a wooden waxing stick and dipped it into a pot of hot wax and spread it onto my skin and hair. She applied a cloth strip to the still warm wax and pressed firmly on it so that the hair and wax adhered to one another. When the wax had cooled, she pulled the strip off. My eyes stung. She looked at the small remainder of hair that led to my vagina. ‘This is called the landing strip. You have given him something very special,’ she said. She patted some aloe vera gel on my pussy.

  I imagined I was like a geisha girl getting ready for her man.

  ‘You are a very sensuous woman,’ the French aesthetician said. ‘I can just imagine how much fun you and your man must have together.’ I blushed. I felt as if she could see right through me. I believe she knew a thing or two about this kind of love affair.

  When I got home I put on one of the negligees. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was beyond sexy. I snapped a photo with my cellphone and sent it to HIM.

  ME: So ready 4 u.

  HIM: Luv ur tits so much. Want 2 fuck them.

  ME: R u hard?

  HIM: Yes. Want 2 put cock between tits + fuck them.

  ME: We will have ‘fun’ on trip.

  HIM: OMG. Want 2 come all over ur tits.

  ME: K.

  HIM: Gotta go, in mtg.

  Call me crazy. Call me kinky. It didn’t matter what you called me. These texts turned me on so much. I loved that he was so into my tits. I wasn’t even sure where the need or desire came from for HIM to write these types of texts to me. It made me feel as if I was some sort of sex goddess. He made me feel so alive. I couldn’t get enough of it. I quickly masturbated to the image of HIM fucking my breasts. I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. I was pretty sure he had beaten off after this sexting exchange as well. It was simultaneous orgasms via sexting.

  * * *

  Saturday morning couldn’t arrive soon enough. I left Esme enough food and water to last her more than the 24 hours or so that I would be gone. I heard his car driving into my driveway. I picked up Esme and kissed her once. She looked into my eyes. Her blue, blue eyes looking into mine.

  ‘It’s OK, sweetie pie,’ I told her. ‘It’s only for one evening. Sam will come to see you later on. You have to understand, Esme, I have a life too. You have no idea how much I want HIM to fuck me. No idea.’ Of course my speech was falling on deaf ears. And even if she could hear me, she’d probably not understand me. It didn’t matter. I knew the weekend would be exciting. I needed HIM so badly. Then I picked up my overnight bag and rushed out the door. I jumped into the passenger’s seat. He drove down the street and then parked by the curb, turned to me and kissed me.

  ‘God, you are so fucking hot,’ he whispered into my ear. ‘We’re gonna have to do something about your living so far away from me. I should move you down closer to me.’

  ‘Of course. I would love that.’

  ‘If you lived closer I could see you all the time.’

  ‘That would be great,’ I replied.

  ‘This weekend I promise to fuck you non-stop.’

  ‘I’m at your service.’

  ‘I don’t know if I can wait the coupla hours it takes to drive up there.’

  He placed his hands on my tits. Then they began to wander over my entire body. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He placed a hand on my pussy and rubbed my landing strip.

  ‘Oh, my God. You got a
Brazilian,’ he said. ‘That is just so sexy. Wow. Thank you.’

  * * *

  We drove for the next hour in companionable silence until we arrived at the hotel overlooking the ocean. It was a 16-storey U-shaped complex. Our room was on the eighth floor in the middle building. He opened the room with the magnetic key and immediately began kissing me.

  ‘I want to watch you get undressed,’ he said, sitting on the bed. I walked over to the sliding glass windows leading out to the balcony. I intended to pull the curtains so no one could see into the room.

  ‘Keep the drapes open,’ he commanded. I looked back at HIM.

  ‘But people might be able to see in.’

  ‘That kind of turns me on. Come here. I want to see your beautiful body in the sunlight.’

  I walked back towards the bed.

  ‘OK. I told you before, I want to watch you undress,’ he said, lying back on the bed. I began taking off my jeans and blouse. I bent down to take off my sandals. I looked up back at HIM lying on the bed. He’d already unzipped his fly and was holding his erect penis in his hand. I stood in my underwear looking at HIM.

  ‘Off with the panties and bra,’ he barked. He was vigorously beating his cock by now. Once I was naked he let go of his penis and sat on the side of the bed. He pulled me to HIM.

  ‘I need to properly thank you for the Brazilian. I love it when a woman looks this way. Very sexy,’ he said. He brought his mouth to my landing strip and began flicking his tongue back and forth. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. I closed my eyes. My whole body responded to his tongue. He stopped and looked at me standing there. ‘How about you put on a negligée for me?’ he asked softly.

  I found my overnight bag and brought it into the bathroom. I slid the negligée on. It was made of black satin, long, with lace up the sides and a plunging neckline.

  I took a moment to reapply my make-up. I looked at myself in the mirror then momentarily closed my eyes. I knew it would only be moments before he’d be fucking me. The sex was getting more and more explicit every time I saw HIM. I never knew what he’d want to do to me. It was exhilarating but a little bit scary. I didn’t ever feel quite myself with HIM, and what he wanted from me sexually was different every time.

  When I returned to the room he was naked, lying on his back, his huge erection greeting me.

  I sat on top of HIM before bending over HIM. My tits fell out of the negligée. I began brushing them across his chest. He brought his hands up, cupped my breasts and sucked first on one tit, then the other. Finally he held them together, flicking his tongue from one erect nipple to the other. I was overcome with sensation. I fell on top of HIM.

  ‘You know I am going to have to fuck you now,’ he warned me.

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I’m going to fuck you really deep like I did in the shower that time.’

  ‘Yes.’

  I wondered if anyone could see us in our room. We were both really turned on by the thought. For HIM, it was just another way to claim me as his.

  And then he began. First he turned me over on my belly and pushed my body up towards the headboard until my head was jammed into the pillows. Then he bent over me, put his head between my legs and licked my pussy back and forth until I could hardly stand it. I was so wet for HIM. And then he was inside me. His thrusts were coming so fast. He held me down so I could not move. He drove his cock all the way inside me, pushing it as far into my pussy as it could go, and then kept it there. His penis pinned me down. I knew this was what he wanted, what he needed.

  It is difficult to express in words what I was feeling.

  All I wanted was to please HIM.

  I lived for that.

  He was everything to me.

  I needed HIM so badly.

  Yes. Yes. I had surrendered to HIM.

  Unless you have been there you can’t understand.

  * * *

  We spent most of the afternoon in bed. Always, always we were touching one another. I’ve had my share of lovers over the years but this sexual splendour was beyond anything I’d experienced before. I was in so very deep.

  Then he got out of bed and insisted I get dressed. He told me he wanted to take me to the boutique in the hotel lobby. He’d eyed a Vera Wang red dress he knew would look perfect on me. When we entered the store he told the woman behind the counter that he’d like me to try on the dress. While I was changing out of my jeans and blouse in the dressing room the store clerk knocked lightly and handed me a pair of red high heels and a matching red bra and panties set.

  ‘He wanted you to try these on too,’ she said, looking me up and down. I could tell she was looking at my breasts. I felt like I had that freshly fucked look. It hadn’t been all that long ago that he’d been so deep, deep inside me. I felt a little faint remembering HIM fucking me against the headboard. I turned away from her. She walked out of the dressing room.

  The dress barely covered my ass and showed off my curves. I went out into the main part of the store and he looked at me approvingly. I returned to the changing room and put on my jeans and blouse again. The sales clerk handed HIM a pair of ruby earrings. ‘This might go well with her dress,’ she said. He nodded and handed her his Visa card. I stood there feeling more like an adolescent girl than a grown woman. This must have been what daughters felt like when their fathers bought them dresses, I thought. But then no dad in his right mind would’ve bought the dress he had just purchased for me. The store clerk handed HIM the package.

  Once we left the boutique, he guided me over to the day spa. I waited expectantly as he told the young gay man at the counter that he wanted to order a massage, hair and make-up appointment for me. I looked at HIM again, surprised.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ he said. ‘I want you to look beautiful tonight. I’ll meet you back in the room in a couple of hours.’ He handed me the package. ‘You know, after you’re done, go ahead and get dressed down here. I’ll have them call me when you’re ready to go to dinner.’

  The massage was so wonderful I forgot who or where I was. After it was over I took a long and luxurious shower. Wrapped in a terrycloth robe, I relaxed while the hair stylist and make-up artist worked their magic. Finally I put on the new bra and panties, the dress, the shoes and the earrings. When I looked in the mirror I felt transformed. I wanted HIM to see me dressed like this.

  As I walked out of the spa he walked toward me. I looked at HIM expectantly. He came up to me and pulled me into HIM. I could feel that he was hard again. ‘You are the most fuckable woman I’ve ever known,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I want every man who sees you tonight to know that I am the one who is fucking you.’

  That evening he took me to a five-star restaurant overlooking the ocean. We sat at the window looking out at the sea. He played footsies with me underneath the table. He held my hand across the table. He looked into my eyes. I could imagine a life with HIM. We talked about nothing. We talked about everything. He was the sexiest man alive and for now he was mine.

  After dinner we went straight back to the room. He swiped the key to open the door. I was about to enter when he whispered in my ear, ‘Let’s go out on the balcony.’ We walked together to the glass doors. He slid them open, led me to the rail and placed my hands on it. He positioned himself behind me and began fondling my breasts. I looked out at the ocean.

  ‘Anyone wearing a red dress like the one you have on right now needs to be fucked really hard,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘I’ve been thinking that all evening.’

  ‘I know,’ I conceded. ‘I love that you can’t get enough of me.’

  ‘These past months have been so erotic,’ he continued to whisper in my ear. ‘It’s never been like this. Ever.’

  ‘I know,’ I said, turning toward HIM, but he turned me back to the rail.

  ‘Shhh,’ he said. ‘I’m going to start fucking you. I love fucking you.’

  He began kissing the nape of my neck. Took the top of my dress and pulled it down to my belly. Unhooked m
y bra and let it drop to the floor. He placed his hands on my tits again. Squeezed them. Moments later, I heard HIM unbuckle his pants. He pulled my dress up in the back and pushed my G-string panties to the side. I soon felt his cock inside me. And once again I was at his mercy. I wondered if anyone was watching. It excited me to think they’d see us. I know he was thinking the same thing. We both came then, together, lost in a sense of urgency and sexual bliss.

  I have said it before and I will say it again. I loved his come. I loved it. His come was like a present. I loved that I could feel his come the next day. I loved that I knew this come was meant for me.

  Later we lay in the hotel bed. He’d fallen asleep. I lifted the sheets ever so slightly so I could see his naked body. It was like a gift to me. He was so beautiful.

  But I woke up the following morning with a sore pussy.

  I told HIM I was too sore to have sex again.

  ‘Oh, baby,’ he whispered in my ear. ‘No worries. There are other ways I can make love to you.’

  Sure enough he moved down the bed. He brought his mouth down to my pussy. Flicking his tongue back and forth, he waited until I began to moan. He’d found my secret place. I closed my eyes and became lost as he brought me to climax over and over. Then he sat up on his knees facing me and grabbed his cock with his right hand. Began stroking himself while I watched. Moments later he yelled out as he came all over my breasts.

  He fell on the bed next to me. I rubbed his come over my breasts. ‘I love it. I love it. I love it,’ I told HIM and I knew he loved it too.

  ‘Do me a favour,’ he said, his eyes glistening. ‘Don’t take a shower just now. I want to know that your body has my come all over it. That OK, sweetest one?’

  ‘It’s fine,’ I whispered back. ‘Your come is your mark upon me. I wear it with pride. I can never get enough of it, ever.’

  For this I was honoured with another round of his masturbating in front of me. He came over my body and I opened my mouth for the last of it. His eyes glinted as I swallowed.

  Our love affair was a private one. We understood each other completely. It was all about this: all about satiating each other beyond our wildest dreams.