ENRIQUE: Oh my God, Maria, I get so hard just reading your words. I need to see you. I can’t wait until the weekend. Can you meet me tomorrow afternoon at the hotel?
MARIA: What time?
ENRIQUE: I don’t care, amor. You pick. I just want to see you. I need to see you.
MARIA: Ok, I’ll leave early for an “appointment.” I’ll meet you at one o’clock in your hotel room. Text me the room number.
ENRIQUE: Perfect. Be warned, I am going to ravage you. Hasta mañana, gorgeous.
MARIA: Mmm . . . bye darling. XOXO.
I was surprised when Enrique said he wanted a midweek visit, but I was so excited he did; I was missing him so much. I was aching with anticipation. Enrique knew how to turn me on, both in and out of the bedroom.
The next day, I couldn’t concentrate at all. I kept going back to my chat with Enrique. I fantasized about what he would do to me when I saw him that afternoon. I told my secretary that I had a doctor’s appointment and not to expect me back.
When I arrived at the hotel, he pulled me into his arms. He didn’t even say hello before he started kissing me, fondling me, hands and lips roaming everywhere. He held me tightly, not letting me go.
“Mi amor, I missed you so much,” he said breathlessly.
“I missed you too, love.”
I told him I had to use the bathroom and slipped into a black negligee and matching thong.
He knocked on the door while I was brushing my teeth. Enrique stood in the doorway, wearing only black boxer briefs. My eyes were drawn to his tight thighs, and I couldn’t help notice his ample package bulging through the sheer material.
His body was muscular and tan; he was so gorgeous. He smiled deviously, walked up behind me, and put one hand under my negligee and began to play with my breasts, and then tucked his other hand inside the front of my panties.
“You are so incredibly hot, Maria. Look at yourself.” I glanced in the mirror and I saw his lust, and through his eyes I actually felt beautiful and desired.
Enrique kissed my neck slowly and tenderly nibbled on my ear. I leaned back into him.
His big dick started rubbing against my ass. My nipples became hard and excited as he rolled them around between his finger and thumb.
Enrique grabbed my ass and squeezed my cheeks and then began to rub his cock in between. I stepped one foot outward to give him more room, and he reached down further and felt my pussy. I was so wet his fingers slid easily between my lips. Then he whispered in my ear, “Mari, quiero hacerte el amor todo el día y toda la noche.”
“What, baby? My Spanish is a little rusty.”
“Mari, I want to make love to you all day and all night long.”
I knew it was something about love and day, but it didn’t matter what he said. Hearing him whisper naughty things to me in Spanish turned me on so much.
Enrique picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bed. He laid me down softly, crawled on top of me, and began kissing me passionately. Our tongues were feverishly intertwined, and then he slid down and began sucking my breasts and then licking and kissing my ribs, my belly button, all the way to my wetness.
He devoured me before he slid in one finger, then two. His perfect lips found their way back to my clit, which ached to be sucked and licked. I purred every time his fingers stroked my G-Spot. My whole pussy was throbbing, the intensity building and building.
“Oh my God, Enrique. You feel so amazing. Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping, Maria. I love lapping you up, hearing you moan my name. Your pussy is a masterpiece. I cannot wait to make love to you.”
His words were all I needed to take me over the edge, to let go, until my body couldn’t take it anymore and I exploded in ecstasy. He got up, spread my legs, and began to rub my swollen lips with his dick. I loved the teasing, but I wanted to feel him; I needed to feel all of him. I was aching to be one with Enrique.
"Please, baby,” I begged him. But he just kept rubbing my wet pussy until I reached down and held his cock at the angle I wanted and told him to push. He couldn't resist. I gasped as I felt each inch of his throbbing cock nestling into me.
His eyes were filled with lust. “Oh my God, Maria, you are so effing tight.”
With his cock all the way inside me, I wrapped my legs around him, and he began to slowly grind into my hot pussy as I thrust up to greet him. He began pumping harder and harder. I loved the feeling of his balls crashing against my ass. The feeling of his dick pounding away inside of me, making me moan, making me feel so fucking good. My body couldn’t take one more second of the intensity, of the heavenly bliss. I convulsed into an explosive orgasm and squirted all over the place.
He kissed me hard on the lips. “You like that, amor?”
“Uh huh.” My body was still recovering from the incredible sensations. I laid back to catch my breath.
“No resting yet, amor. That was just the appetizer.” Enrique pulled me off the bed and carried me over to the plush chair. He sat down in the chair with his legs spread apart and pulled me on top of him.
“Straddle me, Maria,” he demanded.
I climbed up on top of him, quivering as I eased myself slowly onto his hardness. He felt even bigger this way. Although I was on top, it was like he was still in control, massaging my G-Spot with the tip of his cock. I knew I would unleash quickly. After my first orgasm, even the softest, most gentle movement can have me screaming in moments.
I didn’t want it to end, so I moved very slowly up and down. I wanted to enjoy every second of our bodies as one. His strong hands began massaging my ass cheeks, and then I was moaning so loudly; I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. And then I gushed everywhere. Tons of fluid shot out of me while I was coming, and I couldn’t stop moving. “Fuck me more! Fuck me, mi amor.”
Enrique was so turned on, all I had to do was kiss his neck and massage his balls a little, and then it was his turn. After giving me three incredible orgasms, he exploded inside me and moaned my name. When I felt the last thrust of his hips, I collapsed in his arms.
He kissed me on the head. “Goddamn, Maria, you feel so incredible. I don’t want this to ever end.”
Truer words had never been spoken
❧
A few days later I finally got a chance to catch up with Liz on Facebook.
LIZ: Hey, long lost friend! Where have you been?
MARIA: Just busy. You know … work, kids, affair. It’s hard to fit it all in, LOL.
LIZ: How are things with Zack? Are you working on your marriage?
MARIA: No, not really. Zack just doesn’t show me much interest anymore.
LIZ: And you’ve tried to spice things up in the bedroom?
MARIA: Yes, a little with some toys and scenarios. But the fact is, no matter who we pretend to be in bed, those are still my lips and that is still his dick.
LIZ: Ouch, that is a very valid point.
MARIA: I know. Trust me. The truth is that my relationship with Zack is pretty much done. We’re just going through the motions now.
LIZ: So what’s next?
MARIA: I don’t know. I guess nothing. I stay with Zack, Enrique stays with Claire.
LIZ: That seems sad.
MARIA: Yes, it does. And it is.
I sat in front of my computer for a few minutes just staring at the screen. The words Liz and I wrote were like tiny daggers in my heart. I hadn’t actually written or spoken those words out loud before. The passion was gone; my marriage was over. My chat with Liz was seared into my brain, and I got chills thinking about its implications. Then I remembered something.
When my mom died, my brother and sister and I did something really dumb. We read her diaries, or at least I started to. My brother wanted to keep them, but I was outraged. I told him that those diaries were her personal thoughts and that if she had wanted to share them with us, she would have done it while she was alive.
I threw the diaries in a box and bro
ught them to my house to destroy. I was about to burn them when I decided one quick peek wouldn’t hurt. I was wrong. That quick peek hurt more than I could have imagined. Just reading a few pages was all it took for me to realize how unhappy my mom had been.
My dad was an ass, she said. She couldn’t stand him, but she stayed with him for us, her kids. She was afraid to leave and didn’t know how she would support herself. And back then, everyone thought kids would be a mess if they came from a broken home.
I had always suspected my mom wasn’t content with my dad. She would put on her happy face when we were around, but I didn’t see the love between them that I saw with my friends’ parents. She didn’t seem to miss him when he traveled, and I didn’t see her smile when he came home. But I was a kid. What did I know about what a happy marriage was supposed to look like?
As I looked back though, I could see the sadness in her eyes, a sorrow that always seemed to be there. To read that she wasn’t happy and wanted to leave, but stayed for us, well, it broke my heart. I was never supposed be burdened with that knowledge. But it was too late, and I had to live with that painful truth. Knowing that my mom sacrificed her happiness for us was devastating. I sat on the floor and sobbed into my hands.
My mom was such a good person, such a wonderful and loving mama. I’m sure she believed our happiness was what mattered above all else, but she had been wrong. In that moment, I realized I didn’t want to burden my kids with that kind of responsibility.
I wasn’t going to be a martyr. Even though there would be hurt and tears at first, one day Paquito and Christina would thank me. They would be grateful to me for showing them that taking care of yourself and your own needs is just as important as caring for others’ needs and wants. Seeing that, they might have a fighting chance at healthy relationships. Maybe we all would.
I decided that ending my marriage to Zack was one of the least selfish things I could do. Besides, if I didn’t give my relationship with Enrique a chance, I would regret it for the rest of my life, always wondering if I had missed my chance at happiness. If I used the kids as an excuse, one day I’d wake up and resent them for sentencing me to a loveless marriage. The one thing we all need more than anything, after all, is to feel loved.
GABBY
Flashback: Ten years old
My uncle lifted me in his arms and carried me to my bedroom like I was a baby. My eyelids were heavy, and I could barely keep them open. “I forgot to brush my teeth,” I mumbled.
“Don’t worry, Gabby. One day won’t matter. You go to sleep now.” I rolled over and Uncle Gene got in bed with me. He lay behind me and rubbed his hardness against my bottom. “Go to sleep, Gabby.” He was rubbing my back and I was so sleepy.
I had fallen asleep, but something roused me. When I woke up, I was lying on my back, and my panties were off. Gene was rubbing his stick on my privates again.
“Oh, baby, baby. You feel so wonderful. Gabby, you are such a good girl.” He had a bottle of slimy liquid and poured a little onto his hand and then onto my privates. I could feel his finger going in and out, in and out of my privates.
“Doesn’t that feel nice, Gabby?”
I nodded, but I was half asleep and felt like I was dreaming.
“Now Gabby, if you want to feel even more wonderful, you have to listen to me. At first it might feel like a little pinch, but once it’s in you are going to love it. Nod if you hear me.”
I nodded, but I didn’t know what he meant by pinch and what “it” was going where.
The tip of his stick started sliding in and around my privates. He poured more of the slimy liquid onto me. Then he pushed his stick into my privates, lower and harder.
“Shhh . . . that’s it, Gabby. Don’t say a word.” He covered my mouth with his hand. His stick kept pushing harder and harder and deeper until it was inside of me.
I gasped and pain seared through my entire body.
“Oh my God, Gabby, oh my God, you are so tight.” Gene was moaning and thrusting. “Shhh . . . Gabby, not a peep, baby. You just stay perfectly still.”
I was half awake, half asleep, feeling his hot breath on my neck and his stick pumping away. It really hurt, but as soon as I’d feel pain, I was magically taken to another place. My toes in the sand, safe in my own bed, in my kitchen that smelled like coffee and cinnamon buns.
I lay motionless; I don’t think I could have moved if I wanted to. His body was heavy on mine and I was disoriented. I could barely keep my eyes open.
At some point, my mind just left and took me somewhere else far away from what was happening. It was the only way I knew how to cope. When I came to, he was on top of me, pumping away.
“Come on, baby, you like it, don’t you?” That was the part I had the most trouble with. I knew this didn’t feel right, and it hurt, but Uncle Gene kissed me and told me he loved me. So this couldn’t be totally wrong, could it?
Over the next year, Uncle Gene molested me a dozen more times. He told me that I would get in big trouble if I told anyone, so I kept our secret. My fragile, ten-year-old mind was filled with conflict anyway. I felt naughty, but I cherished the attention. It hurt, but he told me he loved me. I wasn’t sure why something that was supposed to feel good made me feel so ashamed. The divide in my heart and body would scar me forever.
JULIA
Tyrone told me that if I got to his building before him, I could sign in and wait in the lobby; he would simply tell the people at the front desk he was expecting a client.
The building was beautiful and sophisticated. This guy must have downplayed his success. The doorman held the door for me and took my suitcase. The front desk had my name down, as promised, so I sat in the lobby and sent him a text.
JULIA: Hey, gorgeous. I’m in the lobby of your building.
TYRONE: I was half afraid you wouldn’t show. Are you ready for what I’m going to do for you?
JULIA: Of course, I’m here. And yes, I can barely walk I’m so turned on.
I looked around the lobby and felt like I was in a dream. The room seemed to have a strange haze about it, and I couldn’t hear what other people were saying.
“Deep breaths, Julia. Deep breaths.” I had my head down when I felt a rush of wind come in the door. I knew it was Tyrone. I could feel him just footsteps away from me; the excitement was palpable.
He came over and shook my hand. He introduced himself and acted very businesslike, very above board, just in case anyone was watching.
We walked without touching from the lobby to the elevator. I was dying to feel his body against mine. As soon as the door closed behind us, he pulled me close, grabbing my booty. I got wet as soon as I felt his hardness pressed against me. He kissed me feverishly; our tongues clashed momentarily before the door opened to his floor.
When we got into his apartment, he joked, “Welcome to my castle.”
The apartment was magnificent. It was an eclectic mix of classic-looking pieces with modern art and stainless steel appliances.
Tyrone made us a couple Manhattans and brought one over to me.
“Thank you. I could use a drink.” I was really nervous, but didn’t want Tyrone to notice.
“There is plenty more where that came from.” He stood there staring at me for a few seconds before he said anything else. “You are stunning, Julia. Your pictures don’t do you justice. There is something so sexy about you. Sorry if I am staring, I’m just trying to figure out what it is.”
“My tits, of course.”
We both laughed. “Well, that fabulous rack certainly helps, but no, it’s something else. Almost like an aura about you.”
He came closer. I could smell the whiskey in his drink mixed with his cologne; it was my favorite: Terre d’Hermes. He smelled delicious.
He softly took my chin in his hand and kissed me tenderly.
“I have been wanting to do that for ages, and I am not a patient man.” Tyrone leaned in again; my body was already relaxing into his, wanting so much to be kissed and
teased and touched and pleasured.
His kiss was pure heaven. His lips were soft and plump. He was tender, with just enough lips and tongue to have me aching for more. Our kisses grew longer and more passionate. In that moment, I was wanted, I was desired, and I was needed.
He pushed me against the living room wall and pressed his ample crotch against me. I could feel his hardness, and it made me wetter and ache for him even more. But I was in no rush, and neither was he. We wanted to savor every second.
His hands explored my body, caressed my ribs slowly and methodically. Still, he kissed only my lips, teasing me with his tongue.
Tyrone raised my arms above my head and effortlessly took off my cashmere sweater.
“Oh my God, your breasts are fantastic.” He unhooked my black lace bra and kissed them one at a time. His cock stiffened with each nibble and shivers raced down my spine.
His kisses got lower and lower until he was kneeling in front of me. He ripped off my skirt and then pulled my underwear down with his teeth. I could barely stand already; how would I manage once he started kissing my pussy?
He blew around it, barely kissed it, and then put his tongue in deep and wet. My knees buckled below me, but Tyrone held me up while his masterful tongue explored me, teasing me and pleasing me. My body was no longer my own. I had surrendered to Tyrone and within minutes, I was screaming in ecstasy.
“Tyrone, holy shit, that was mind blowing!”
He lips curved into a devious smile.
“That was just an appetizer, my dear. The entrée is coming up.” He picked me up, my body still quivering from its wave of pleasure. He put me over his shoulder and carried me to the bedroom. I always wanted a caveman to throw me over his shoulder; this was like my best sex dream come to life.
I needed to make him feel as good as he made me feel. “I want to feel your big black cock in my mouth.”
Sex and the Social Network Page 11
