feelings for them?” I swallowed hard. Feelings? What feelings? “I think it’s impossible to not have feelings after you’ve bonded through sex.”
“I agree.” My voice shook from the napalm bomb he just dropped on me.
“I know we don’t know each other well, but the first time I saw you at the auction. Your demeanor said you didn’t belong – in a good way. It wasn’t your scene.” I sat back down next to him and could see the genuineness in eyes. “Meeting you was refreshing. You don’t understand what it’s like to rarely meet someone who isn’t after you what you have.” He took another sip.
“Really?”
“Yes.” The mask he wore since we met slipped. “All the toys, the jets, fancy hotels, fine clothes, it’s all bullshit. It’s nothing. It’s shallow. It’s not me. What defines me is creating something for the world and making money from it. An Aston Martin doesn’t define me.”
He spoke from an isolated place. I wondered just how many times he was this open and honest with someone – especially someone he barely knew.
“It sounds like you have everything and no one to share it with,” I said.
He cleared his throat loudly. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He caught himself. The mask fell back on. This time seemingly tighter. “Money and sex is what my life consists of. And I don’t think that’s really a bad combination for a man in his twenties.”
I knew I dove in head first into a hornet’s nest by seeing him again – albeit for one last time. Was I in too deep to get out? I went through this with Deandre. The instant things stopped being about sex and ventured into the relationship space – he froze up. He didn’t want to pursue things further with me and I didn’t want to continue to open my legs to him if we weren’t committed. Why did guys only want sex? And why was I able to stop things early on with Deandre and not Victor?
Victor was another entity altogether. Deandre was a regular guy. Played basketball with his friends on Tuesdays. He spent a lot of his nights drinking beer and playing video games. There’s nothing wrong with that at all – I played with him. But Victor…Victor was the type of man my mom and I would see in the old black and white movies we used to watch ever Saturday night – debonair, mysterious and powerful. Every guy wanted to be him and every woman wanted to be with him.
Even if for a moment – he wanted me. And I denied myself of the taste. Its flavor would last for a lifetime and I evaded it.
Victor came back and sat next to me on the couch. “There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of sex,” I said smiling. My pussy heated up. I inched in closer and relinquished the glass from his hands.
The shyness and reluctance diminished. Damn, he had a hold on me. I might as well embrace it. I didn’t know how long things – whatever it was – would last, but I would make sure he remembered me.
I pushed his chest back towards the cushion and mounted him. We spent several moments groping and kissing until we were finally undressed. I thought of the plan I devised and how I would break it off. So much for that. All of that resistance expired once he pecked soft kisses on the side of my neck. His touch made me lose all touch of reality.
His hand gripped my breast and the other kneaded my ass. Though I was on top, he had total control of me. That night I wanted control. This man continued to show me new things about myself I didn’t know lived inside of me. I reached around behind me and stroked his torrid extension. The more I rigorously coiled up and down his erectness, the more pre-come lathered my palm.
“Natasha,” he said gasping for a lungful of air. His steely length strained and throbbed in my clutches. “Your touch is all I think about.” He could barely get the words out he breathed so heavy. He maneuvered his hand beneath my wet crotch and fingered me relentlessly. The arousal consumed me so much, I cupped my breasts and
“I agree.” My voice shook from the napalm bomb he just dropped on me.
“I know we don’t know each other well, but the first time I saw you at the auction. Your demeanor said you didn’t belong – in a good way. It wasn’t your scene.” I sat back down next to him and could see the genuineness in eyes. “Meeting you was refreshing. You don’t understand what it’s like to rarely meet someone who isn’t after you what you have.” He took another sip.
“Really?”
“Yes.” The mask he wore since we met slipped. “All the toys, the jets, fancy hotels, fine clothes, it’s all bullshit. It’s nothing. It’s shallow. It’s not me. What defines me is creating something for the world and making money from it. An Aston Martin doesn’t define me.”
He spoke from an isolated place. I wondered just how many times he was this open and honest with someone – especially someone he barely knew.
“It sounds like you have everything and no one to share it with,” I said.
He cleared his throat loudly. “Maybe. Maybe not.” He caught himself. The mask fell back on. This time seemingly tighter. “Money and sex is what my life consists of. And I don’t think that’s really a bad combination for a man in his twenties.”
I knew I dove in head first into a hornet’s nest by seeing him again – albeit for one last time. Was I in too deep to get out? I went through this with Deandre. The instant things stopped being about sex and ventured into the relationship space – he froze up. He didn’t want to pursue things further with me and I didn’t want to continue to open my legs to him if we weren’t committed. Why did guys only want sex? And why was I able to stop things early on with Deandre and not Victor?
Victor was another entity altogether. Deandre was a regular guy. Played basketball with his friends on Tuesdays. He spent a lot of his nights drinking beer and playing video games. There’s nothing wrong with that at all – I played with him. But Victor…Victor was the type of man my mom and I would see in the old black and white movies we used to watch ever Saturday night – debonair, mysterious and powerful. Every guy wanted to be him and every woman wanted to be with him.
Even if for a moment – he wanted me. And I denied myself of the taste. Its flavor would last for a lifetime and I evaded it.
Victor came back and sat next to me on the couch. “There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of sex,” I said smiling. My pussy heated up. I inched in closer and relinquished the glass from his hands.
The shyness and reluctance diminished. Damn, he had a hold on me. I might as well embrace it. I didn’t know how long things – whatever it was – would last, but I would make sure he remembered me.
I pushed his chest back towards the cushion and mounted him. We spent several moments groping and kissing until we were finally undressed. I thought of the plan I devised and how I would break it off. So much for that. All of that resistance expired once he pecked soft kisses on the side of my neck. His touch made me lose all touch of reality.
His hand gripped my breast and the other kneaded my ass. Though I was on top, he had total control of me. That night I wanted control. This man continued to show me new things about myself I didn’t know lived inside of me. I reached around behind me and stroked his torrid extension. The more I rigorously coiled up and down his erectness, the more pre-come lathered my palm.
“Natasha,” he said gasping for a lungful of air. His steely length strained and throbbed in my clutches. “Your touch is all I think about.” He could barely get the words out he breathed so heavy. He maneuvered his hand beneath my wet crotch and fingered me relentlessly. The arousal consumed me so much, I cupped my breasts and
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