He watched her talk into a few different walkies controlling the organized chaos that surrounded them. She was like a conductor, and all the production assistants were different parts of her orchestra, getting everyone in sync working together. Richard had never met someone who could make such a taxing job look so easy.
He watched her in her signature stance. Hand on one of her curvy hips, smirk embedded in the corner of her lips, and eyes always on alert, but still kind.
They'd worked on his show together for four years. With each passing year, he grew more and more fond of her. Now it was hard to be in the same room without making a fool of himself.
Luckily, she didn't seem to mind.
If you asked him, Richard couldn’t pinpoint the one thing that made Jameelah, or Jam, as he affectionately called her, great. It wasn't just that she was beautiful... because she was. Smooth dark skin, bright smile, a perfect ass he wanted to sink his teeth into.
And it wasn't just because she was competent at her work... because she was. Many a man had tried to put her in her "place" only for her to smack them right back down with no more than a few words.
No, it was all of that and more. She was a giver, constantly teaching those under her, learning from those who'd been there. Making the impossible happen. Being the first one in and the last one to leave. Never taking anyone's shit, including his. She was everything he'd come to realize he wanted.
And couldn't have.
"Alright Richard, you can go home now." she announced walking up to him.
Today had been rough. Screaming kids, melted marshmallows, and man-made windstorms would drive anyone mad, but she held her own.
He smiled up at him from his seat. "Can you even stand? You look like you'll topple over any minute."
She smiled back with that amazing smile that was better than sunshine. "Oh, I'm going to topple, right in my house as soon as I get home! These kids were a mess! How's your shin?"
He shrugged. "I'm sure I'll manage. The kick hit my ego harder."
She reached up and picked something out of his hair. The proximity was like a breath of fresh air to him.
"You'll be just fine."
He watched with longing as she walked away. it could've been his imagination, but he was sure there was an extra sway in her hips. His smile was short-lived as the weight of his wedding ring came crashing back into focus. It often felt like an anvil on his hand, reminding him of the choice he made so long ago. The wrong choice. With a wistful sigh, he limped towards his changing room. Something would have to give soon. He was tired of living a lie.
To Be Continued...
How I found myself in a dark corner with my boyband crush, can’t say. Only, I regret nothing.
The first kiss was like a barely contained fire. His lips were soft but purposeful on mine. We dueled with one another until we both needed air. I reached down and cupped his hardened member causing a growl to escape from him.
He then lifted me up on the wall, pushing my skirt up. His fingers were thick as they entered my wet, throbbing center. The slip of a thong I was wearing easily moved to the side, as he coated his fingers with my juices before bringing them up to my mouth. I licked them hungrily never taking my eyes off him.
Something changed in his eyes. Something dark and sexy. He licked his lips and moved down my body putting his face where his fingers had been.
Yes, we were in public. Yes, we could’ve been caught at any moment, and yes, I should’ve been practicing safe sex.
But I wasn’t thinking about any of that as I was coming on his face within a matter of minutes. His tongue was big, wide, and hit all the right places. I couldn’t contain the moans that he pulled from me with each stroke of his tongue. I’d barely come down before he was standing, crushing his lips on me. As I tasted myself, he wrapped my legs around him. I could feel what was coming next. His long, hard member stroked my slit a few times before he pushed himself deep inside of me. Even after all his oral play, I needed a minute to get used to his girth.
He looked up at me, eyes apologetic before he moved carefully. My toes curled in my shoes. My nipples felt like fire rubbing against my bra. I wanted to rip everything off and ride him. I didn’t know what to do with myself. It was a torturous sort of pleasure, but so worth it.
Once he began to speed up, I was gone. The way he pushed into me, I knew I’d have scratches on my back in the morning, but who cared? Further evidence, that it was really happening.
He took me to heights previously unknown. I was in heaven with each stroke until I came. He was aware enough to pull out making quite the mess on both the floor and the wall behind us.
Suddenly, we were aware that we were in a club again. He helped me fix my clothes, and vice versa. He then pulled me in for a long deep kiss.
I met up with my friend shortly after. I didn’t have to tell her, she already knew.
“Don’t feel so silly about going to that reunion concert after all, do you?”
Before I could say anything, he passed by, wide smile on his face.
I smacked my lips. “Can’t say that I do!”
We'd been together for six months before he moved to the other side of the country.
Things were intense right off the bat.
From the first time I worked a scene with him, I knew I had to have him. His skin was onyx, and smooth as silk, and every time he licked his lips, I melted a little.
From the way he looked at me with those devilish eyes and sly grin, his thoughts were on par with mine.
It didn't take long before we were back at his dorm room, going at it like souls that had been reconnected after centuries of searching.
He could eat me out like no one's business! Refusing to stop until I squirted all over his face.
We were like a fire storm whenever we were together.
Then he graduated and moved to New York.
Stuck on opposite coasts, I wasn't sure we were going to work.
That's when he suggested the idea of some computer love.
Initially, I said no. It wouldn't work.
But to be honest, I was nervous.
I'm not a size two. And it's no secret that the camera easily adds hundreds of pounds, but he loved my body from the moment we met and couldn't wait for me to show it to him again.
Things started slow. We caught up. He told me about his auditions, a new class he was doing, places I needed to see when I came to visit.
Then he told me he wanted to see what was going on underneath my robe.
I smirked, started with a peak of my D cup cleavage.
He licked his gorgeous full lips and asked to see more.
I was not a submissive woman, but his authoritative voice when we were about to have sex always turned me on.
As I squeezed my breasts together, he began to touch himself. A thick nine inches that I remembered every bit of.
When I pulled out my toy, he pulled out his cock.
I did my best to keep my eyes open as he stroked himself in tune to my own movements.
I thought back to how he would kiss me while he thrust deep filling every bit of me on the inside.
I could feel his hands all over me, grabbing my ass, kneading my breasts, cradling my neck...
The camera wasn't there anymore. It was just me and him, back in his college dorm room, fucking like there was no tomorrow.
Heat washed over me. I could feel my orgasm rising from within. I leaned back in my chair, squeezed my nipple pushing myself over the edge. The hand on my toy became soaked with my juices thinking of him there.
The sound of him coming spurred me back to reality. I watched him come all over his chest.
After a few minutes, we both laughed at the mess we made.
We talked a little more afterwards. Before we knew, it was 2:30 in the morning. He blew me a kiss before setting a date for the next week.
Then we said our goodbyes.
Maybe long distance wouldn't be so bad after all.
Once a woman comes to know herself sexually, she often finds that different partners are specialists at different things.
Some can perform tongue twisters with their mouths.
Some are magicians with their hands.
Yet others, a special few, have that joy stick that pushes all the right buttons.
That's not to say they ain't good at the other things, they're just better at that one thing.
But then you meet that one.
That mythical being who knows how to use all the tools he has to make your body sing a special song for him.
When your lips meet for the first time, you think, oh, it must be his mouth! The way his lips feel, and the way his tongue moves, he could be writing an entirely new language on your body.
But then he starts to touch you, and your taken to a new atmosphere! Cuz the way his fingers danced across your body from head to toe, you're about ready to come and he hasn't even scratched the surface.
He's that one who, while his hands are squeezing you from behind, and his mouth is teasing your nipples, his middle leg is grinding right on your nub.
All the while you're wondering, can it get any better?
Yes indeed it does!
He's got you panting for air, your hair is a mess, you can't see straight, and you're speaking in tongues.
And he still ain't fucked you. Yet.
Then he shows it to you. That Alabama black snake makes your mouth water as he rolls on that condom ready to give you everything he's got.
You hold your breath in anticipation praying it feels as good as it looks, and believe me honey, it looks amazing!
When that man enters you, the one with all the gifts, he takes every inch of his time getting closer and closer to your inner most depths.
All the while his hands is workin' that magic on the outside, his mouth is doing wonders from the top on down.
Now his python is meeting every sensation from the floor up.
And as another orgasm makes it self known, you can only smile and think,
Oh yes! He's that one.
Patrick raced up the stairs of the building to his loft. This had been the third time this month the elevator was out of order, but it didn't matter.
If he'd waited it, he would've been late anyway.
Out of breath, he did his best to stand up straight and unlock the door.
"Val?" he called out. "I'm sorry. I got stuck in traffic..." he trailed off as their was no sign of her anywhere.
"Upstairs. Hurry, you're going to miss it."
He smiled widely regaining his energy as he bound up the short flight to their room.
Upon getting to the landing, he took in the entire picture.
She was as radiant as ever with a mixture of the moon and candlelight bouncing off her skin.
Her curls laid effortlessly past her shoulders. A small smile settled on his lips knowing it had to take her forever to get it to lay that way.
She wore a sheer robe that went to the floor. Underneath, a lace bodice.
He licked his lips in anticipation.
She smiled warmly, holding out a glace of champagne.
"Two minutes left."
Patrick sauntered over to her.
"You look stunning." he whispered.
"Thought we could bring in the new year with a bang."
He stared at her until they both broke out in laughter at her joke.
His blue eyes danced over her face taking in every freckle, the lushness of her lips, her soft long lashes, and flush cheeks.
"I'm sorry I was late."
"She looked over his shoulder at the clock. "We still have 30 seconds."
He circled behind her to watch the time with her. His hands wrapped around her small waist, making his way into her robe.
her perfume was intoxicating. He couldn't stop himself from kissing her neck. "What do you want this year?" he asked.
"I have everything I want right here."
She placed her hand over his.
He turned her around to face him slightly confused. "Are you...?"
She chuckled softly. "No, but maybe someday. The point is, all possibilities are right here with you. Happy New Year Patrick."
He leaned down and kissed her. Softly at first, then with more vigor.
He couldn't imagine being more in love with someone than he already was with Valerie Cain, but knowing that she wanted the same things, that she could now speak them with a smile on her face...
Whatever the new year was going to bring for them, he was more than ready as long as she was by his side.
He pulled back slightly. "Happy New Year my love."