If Only For One Night – Part 1

one night

“Let me hold you tight
If only for one night
Let me keep you near
To ease away your fear
It would be so nice
If only for one night

I won’t tell a soul
No one has to know
If you want to be totally discreet
I’ll be at your side
If only for one night

Your eyes say things I never hear from you
And my knees are shakin’ too
But I’m willin’ to go through
I must be crazy
Standin’ in this place
But I’m feeling no disgrace

For asking”…- Luther Vandross – “If Only For One Night.”

I wasn’t expecting to see anyone in the lobby, especially at that time of night.  I’d just walked my friend out and was on my way back into the hotel when I saw him.  He was standing there, looking down at his phone and I was half hoping he wouldn’t even notice me, not the way I was dressed in my bare feet and lounging pants and hair looking all frizzy and shit.  But the other half was hoping he would notice me; the other half was already hoping he’d…

He looked up and I swear it was like a scene straight out of a chick flick.

Hi.

Hi.

Wow.

I know. Wow.

You’re just, you’re so….

So are you…

I’m Shawn.

I’m Julia.

Julia. It’s so nice to meet you.

It’s so nice to meet you, Shawn.

So what are doing here at this time?

My girlfriend was here, she’s from out of town, and she just left to catch her flight, so I just walked her out to say goodbye. What are you doing here?

I’m actually supposed to be going home. I was just at a party.

Supposed to?

Well, yes, supposed to…

Oh.

There was a pause for a few seconds.  We just stared and smiled.  I looked down shyly and he laughed.  Then he spoke:

I’m not ready to leave.

I know.

We stood there, just smiling and watching each other again.  You could tell from looking at us that our wheels were turning, we were contemplating things in our minds. I spoke next:

I can’t take my eyes off you.

I know. I can’t either. I can’t believe you’re just standing here looking at me like this. You’re a beauty.

He was sweet.  He looked sweet.  How stupid could I be, thinking someone looked sweet?  I swear it was like that cartoon where the devil sits at one shoulder and the angel at the other shoulder, trying to tell you what to do.  All I knew was I didn’t want to never have contact with this boy again.

Listen, this is crazy, but I swear I’m not crazy and if you are crazy, then I’m even crazier but….my friend’s gone and I’ve got her room till morning. You want to, just, maybe, I don’t know, chill, hang out, have a smoke….do you even smoke?

Yeah I do actually….

Well, then, how about we just hang out and smoke and talk and no one has to leave yet?

I’d like that.

His smile made me smile.  I couldn’t stop staring.  I kept shaking my head and playing with my hands.  I wasn’t nervous, I was giddy.  I wanted this boy at my side.  I wanted to touch him and kiss his cheek and I just wanted to….love him, if only for one night…

He followed me through the corridor and into the room.  I let him in and closed the door behind him.  I offered to take his jacket and he took it off and handed it to me.  I noticed his arms and the snug shirt.  He was thin, athletically so and I got an urge to hug him.  I hung up his jacket and turned to him.  He was rubbing his hands together like he was cold, or nervous, or both.

This is crazy. You’re beautiful.

This is so crazy. And you’re beautiful. And just so you know, I swear I don’t do this. I’ve never done this. Ever.

Neither do I. But, here we are right? Both of us being crazy together.

I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to sit down.  He did.  He sat down, close enough where our thighs were touching.  He didn’t move.

It was stupid and crazy and fun and just overwhelmingly romantic all at the same time.  Conversation flowed and eventually we got so comfortable that we were laying on the pillows, propping our heads up on our elbows, close enough to touch. He held my hand, I’d touch his arm, wanting always to keep the connection between us, wanting always to make sure the attraction was still there.  And two hours passed, just like that.

I reached out to touch his face, unable to resist any longer.  I wanted more. I ran my index finger along his cheekbone and he closed his eyes and welcomed my touch.

I feel so right with you. This feels so right. I don’t want this night to end. Do you feel this energy? Do you feel this between us?

I didn’t know what to say.  I felt it. I felt his warm energy and his sweet vibe and I wanted it. I wanted it to continue. I leaned over and kissed him, pressing my lips tightly to his.  His eyes softened visibly and he almost melted into me, responding more than I expected.  He moaned.  I moaned.  He laid his hand over my cheek and I was right where I needed to be.  I said:

I don’t even know you. But I want this. I want you. Let me love you. You should let me love you, just tonight…

Part 2 cont’d…

Grayson – Part 1

It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside in the terrace for brunch today. I have to address him as Master Damian. Esperanza warned me. He can be mean if I don’t. And I know what happens when he’s mean.

Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I enjoy the way she kisses me when I’m crying and she’s trying to soothe me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Master Damian watches. I know he feels bad most times.

Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.

I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.

I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting a guest? I haven’t talked to anyone besides Esperanza in….weeks, I think. Master doesn’t really talk to me. He just gives me orders.

He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.

“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.

Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.

He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he removes his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.

There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now. The drugs make me nice and I forget why I’m angry or sad.

He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness and I wish I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…

“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up.

“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.

He fills me up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock I feel. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.

He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.

I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…

Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…

Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness in a very long time.  I don’t know how long.  I’ve lost count of the days.  Or maybe it’s been weeks.  I don’t know.

Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”

“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”

Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.

“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”

I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Esperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.

I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….

I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things always get ugly.

I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood. There’s a shadow by the entrance and I look up to lock eyes with the most amazing green eyes I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare.

Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.

“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers. I don’t know what she means but I smile at her.

Damian and the man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.

Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy, like melted chocolate. His white polo is snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is wavy and faded evenly and he’s beautiful. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.

I am immediately smitten.

And something tells me Master will be upset…

(This is where it all began.)

Nobody – Part Two

“We don’t need to make love in order to make love”, Michael said. “Show me baby…show me how much you want me”.

I had my legs wrapped around him, my hands clenched on his arms. My body was responding to his mouth and his touch.

Michael’s hardness was still pressing up into my moistness and I could feel my clit throbbing. All I needed was a few more movements from him and the waves of ecstasy were sure to rush over me.

I closed my eyes and turned my head in frustration.

I thought about how Michael made me feel. The anticipation of seeing him, feeling his mouth on mine from the first moment he walked through my door, the bitter sweetness when he left me after our lovemaking. I didn’t know when I would see him again. I needed to enjoy every lasting minute with him, I needed to treasure every waking moment…

Suddenly, Michael grabbed my face with both hands. “Look at me”, he demanded.

I opened my eyes to find his deep, dark eyes penetrating into mine. His handsome yet rugged face searching mine for indication of how I was feeling. I parted my lips. A smile crept up on his.

“You want to come don’t you?” he teased.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, while I clung onto his shoulders. He brought me up to him, while he settled on the floor, my legs still wrapped around his back, my ass resting on his legs.

“No”, I said. “I want this moment to last. Isn’t that what you want? To make this last?”

I remained on him, motionless, holding onto his shoulders, feeling his still-hard cock up against me through our clothes, my face inches away from his. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Ever so slowly, I licked his lips, gently, from one corner of his mouth to the other. He stayed still, watching me, obviously catching on to my game.

Michael moved, adjusting himself to my body, making sure to never let me go. His hands were supporting my back, keeping me balanced on top of him.

I moved closer to Michael, my breasts crushed into his chest. Our bodies were now melding into each other, formed into one. There was no way to tell where I began and where he ended. Michael’s rigid cock was touching my clit ever so gently but the presence of it, there, so close to my wet and throbbing pussy, made the bearing that much more difficult. This position was sure to drive him over the edge. Or me.

I reached under his shirt and slowly lifted it up his back. “Follow me”, I instructed.

I felt his hands low on my back, his fingertips lightly caressing my skin. This caused me to arch my back, my body fully aware of the sensitivity of his touch. I removed his shirt over his head first and he followed suit. Instantly he went for my breasts, his mouth wet and ready to suck on my nipple.

“No no no no no”, I said, placing my fingers on his chin to lift his head away. “We’re going to make this last, aren’t we?”

Michael remained quiet.

I hugged Michael tightly again, allowing my fingertips to trace the curve of his muscles on his shoulers, following with light kisses, flicking my tongue in and out to tease him. I traced his forearms and trailed back up to his shoulders, lingering on the indent of his shoulder muscle. I bent my head and sucked gently, more so for my own pleasure than his. Again Michael let out a moan and threw his head back for me, allowing me easier access. I stuck out my tongue and licked him from his shoulder, all the way to his chin. I stopped and nibbled gently, my fingers entwining themselves behind his head. I pulled him forcefully to me, opening my mouth to accept his. Michael kissed me deeply, rolling his tongue around in my mouth, biting my lip and catching my tongue in between his teeth. His kisses were passionate enough to bring me to orgasm, my pajama bottoms now seeping with my moisture, his dick rock-hard against me.

This was almost perfect. Two beings wrapped in erotic love, sensual and sexy, pleasing each other with touches and caresses, without any penetration. It was surreal. Again Michael shifted and pressed harder into me. He wanted to be inside me just as badly as I wanted him inside me. His dick moved. I licked under his jaw, guaranteeing it jumped again. And it did, almost on command, the feeling of him against my pussy driving me to the edge. His mouth was so hot and his breathing was rapid.

“Savannah”, Michael whispered.

“Michael”, I answered softly.

“Baby”, he said.

“Yes”.

“You’re driving me crazy”, he moaned uncontrollably.

“I know”, I replied, barely audible.

Michael grabbed my ass and thrust me up against him, forcing more contact between his still hard cock in his track pants and my wet pussy underneath my pajamas. I gasped. He stopped thrusting long enough to ask me, “Are you ready?”

Without removing my eyes from his, I nodded, waiting impatiently for Michael’s next move.

“I can’t have you here on my cock like this without wanting to bust baby, you should know that. I want to ram this dick up inside that juicy pussy and feel you come all over it. I want this dick in that wet mouth of yours, enough to have you taste yourself off me.” As he said this, my mouth opened, ready to have him whichever way he wanted.

In one swift movement, Michael sucked on my tongue, hands fully gripping on my ass, grinding me against him, my clit now overly sensitive and ready to release its pressure. Michael’s mouth movements along with his hands on my ass were enough to bring me to the brink of explosion and I felt the waves. He moved me on top of him, my ass bouncing on his legs, his cock banging against my pussy lips, never letting go of his grip, his mouth continuously sucking on my tongue, my breath getting caught in my throat, my nipples hard against his bare chest, I was ready….

I escaped his mouth and his passionate sucking enough to yell out his name, my pussy throbbing out of control, my clit wanting so badly to be in his mouth, the inside of my pussy walls wanting to be filled up by his cock but all I could have was this, all Michael was giving me was this.

Now I was bouncing uncontrollably, ready to fuck him, wanting desperately to have him inside me, my hands on his head, pulling him as far as our clothes would allow. My hands went around his back, my face buried in his neck, my mouth biting at his shoulder.

We were panting loudly, crazily wanting to release this buildup of pleasure. I’d never felt this form of sensuality, it was tantric-like, exciting and maddening and oh, so good.

“Baby”, Michael cried out. “I want you so bad. I could imagine how delicious you are right now, thinking of your wet pussy on my dick”….and his voice trailed off, his eyes closing and his head tilted back.

“Look at me Michael”, I said, my body thrashing around wildly on him now. “I want you to feel me, feel me like I’m on that dick baby, feel it, now.” And with that last word, my eyes hungrily watching Michael’s, I came, ultimate waves rushing over me, my clit throbbing and clenching.

“Oh baby”, he yelled, placing his hands around my back, pulling me harder into him, his hardness now pleasingly painful against my clit. “Fuck Savannah”, he moaned, “Baby”.  And with one last thrust, he came, his cock throbbing lightly against my now sore pussy.

Michael released his grip from my back, letting me slowly slide off his legs, long enough to plant his customary kiss on my forehead.

And I smiled, my customary satisfied smile.