by Ana Vela
“Heey, Lily!” called her friend from the bar. She headed over, excited. “Hey, uh....I don’t think you told me your name?”
“Well I can tell you now!” grinned her friend. “It’s Daniel. And this is Matt, the manager”, he introduced a tall black man with a broad grin and a shaved head. “So...I suppose after your shift you want a drink?”
“Yes please!” enthused Lily.
A couple of hours and many drinks later, Lily looked up from laughing raucously at a joke Daniel had made, and noticed that the three of them were the only people left in the bar. “Hey uh...what time does this place close?” Daniel and Matt burst out laughing. “I locked the doors about two hours ago”, explained Matt. “We’ve got the place to ourselves!”
“Matt lives upstairs so it doesn’t matter how long we stay”, explained Daniel. “Pretty convenient huh?”
“Much nicer than a lock-in at The Corner too”, noted Lily. “In here, there are decorations. The Corner barely has walls!”
“Decorations?” Mused Daniel.
“Huh? Oh you mean the pictures on the walls?” said Matt.
“Hmm, funny, I never noticed them before”, said Daniel, “I wonder why?”
“They’re pretty good! I think” stated Lily, launching herself from her chair to have a closer look. Daniel came to join her and they stood, swaying slightly, gazing at the picture: a large black and white photograph of a man and woman in the middle of a dance. The only colour is the photo was the woman’s scarf, a curl of red trailing behind her back.
“So you like art, huh?” asked Daniel.
“Who doesn’t? Like good art, I mean” said Lily.
“I studied it for a bit”, commented Daniel.
“Really? What did you do? How long?” They were standing very close together now, the photograph before them. Daniel seemed a little put out by her question. “Oh, er...just art, you know. For...a bit. I”-
“Hey guys, I’m off to bed” called Matt from their table. “You know how to let yourself out, Dan. Goodnight Lily, it’s been lovely meeting you”. He staggered up the stairs, mumbling vaguely.
“Good night! Thanks!” called Lily. She turned back to Daniel. “Where were we?” she looked into his eyes, hungrily, though the alcohol level in her blood prevented her from holding his gaze for long.
“We were just...exploring this photo”, said Daniel, his voice low and gentle. He moved his hand to her shoulder, slowly walking his fingers up her neck, feeling her tingle with desire. “But I think there are probably...better things to explore...” his fingers caressed her cheek, and she moved towards him, locking her lips on his. His tongue gently stroked the inside of her mouth, rubbing. She was moving her hands up and down his body, feeling his muscular thighs, then his firm bottom. She probed her hand down his pants to feel his buttocks better, relishing the tightness of his smooth skin.
“There are definitely some things about you I want to explore more”, she whispered in his ear, moving her hand around inside his pants to feel his hard penis. Gently, she stroked him, just once, with her index finger, sending them both shivering. She was surprised at the width of his cock; he was quite a slight-built man and on the skinny side, but what she could feel was an impressive girth, exciting her even more. She licked his face and neck, and looked into his eyes again. “I think you want to explore too?”
“Oh, oh, I want to. I really fucking want...oooh!” he moaned as she stroked him again.
He looked around. In the middle of the room was a large leather sofa leaning against some iron pillars, and he guided her gently to it. They sank into the leather, kissing and fondling each other. He slowly pulled her top over her head and caressed her skin, very softly, stroking her back, her neck, her ears. Then he removed her bra and led the back of his hand lightly over her breasts, pausing at her nipple. She sat still, captivated. Very gently, he took her right nipple in his mouth and curled his tongue around it; first one, then the other, looking up to see if she was enjoying it. She was.
He moved his tongue down over her belly; she bent over him and undid the laces of her boots, kicking them off to facilitate his next move: removal of her trousers. When she was naked except for her faded lace knickers, he moved back to look at her, totally engrossed in her body. “Wow”, he breathed. “You are absolutely”...he stroked her some more, she stretching out on the sofa and reciprocating the caresses, tugging at his shirt and pulling it off over his head. “Absolutely...fucking...irresistible...” he continued as she kissed his face, hungrily biting his lip. She grabbed his belt, untying it, but as she was eagerly undoing the button of his jeans he jumped up, panting.
“Wait there, please. Wait for just one second”, he said, and ran to the corner of the room where his bag was.
He came back clutching three long silk scarves, which seemed to excite him immensely. “Hey Lily”, he whispered, “have you ever been tied up and fucked?”
Lily had not. But she was so turned on that she eagerly agreed to this new adventure. Taking her wrists gently, Daniel tied them, one by one, to a pillar each behind the sofa. Then he moved his body around to press against hers, looking into her eyes. “You can just relax”, he whispered, and kissing her boobs, he rolled his tongue down her belly to her knickers. He took them in his mouth and gripped them between his teeth, feeling her pussy under his chin throbbing with desire.
With a smooth, graceful movement he tore the knickers down and off her body, she complying eagerly with her legs. Then he moved his tongue back up her thigh, slowly up, and up...until his tongue just touched the tip of her clitoris, making her moan in pleasure. He grinned, and pushed his tongue right inside her pussy, rotating it slowly and listening to her moans. She noticed that he was listening because he responded so quickly to the places where she felt the most desire, following where her pussy was guiding him. This care and attention turned her on even more and she wriggled in delight. He responded by pulling her thighs to him and giving her one long, slow slurping kiss. Then he got up and pulled off his trousers and pants. His straight erection pointed at her like a well-thrown spear and she told him she wanted it.
“Do one more thing for me first”, he spoke softly, and taking the third scarf, he reached around her head. Lily, alarmed, twisted her head out of the way, but he kissed her gently, and reassured her, “you’ll like it, I promise”.
“Well...ok then”. She lay still, and allowed him to loop the scarf around her eyes, completely obscuring her sight.
She felt him bring his rigid member to her mouth and push it in. She sucked delightedly, feeling the throbbing power of his cock. She swirled her tongue around, making him moan and pant. He sucked his fingers and then pushed them gently inside her pussy, stroking her with them as she stroked him. But the way that he was moving inside her mouth felt a bit awkward; she did not have any power to change position and sometimes he would thrust right inside her, making her gag. Trying to ignore this, she attempted to follow his rhythm. But not even being able to see what she was doing, she almost choked. Wriggling convulsively she let go of his cock.
“I’m sorry, I don’t like the being tied”, she explained. “It just feels...awkward.”
Daniel was a little non-plussed but Lily was sure that she wanted to get out of this uncomfortable position. “Untie me please. We can still have a good time...”
“Oh, I believe you!” he bent and removed the silk scarves. Now with her hands back she could explore his body again, rubbing his thighs and cock with powerful lust. He put his moist fingers back into her even moister pussy, as she twisted into a more comfortable position. She was licking and stroking his cock with mounting passion now, but something was wrong: the proud, throbbing erection was flopping, curling down, and would not return no matter how seductively Lily tried to entice it. “What’s wrong?” she asked, dismayed. Daniel was equally upset. “It’s ok, darling, just give me a minute”, he reassured her, sitting next to her on the sofa. She rubbed his chest as he lay back, wriggling against
her. “It’s just the alcohol, don’t worry”, he said, kissing her tenderly.
“It’s ok, I don’t mind”, she said, rubbing his penis again with her fingers.
But the penis had shrunk completely and lay inert, all throbbing power receded. Daniel, too, was inert and as she stroked him, she noticed his chest moving heavily up and down. Leaning over, she peered at him. He had fallen asleep!
Now what was she going to do? She was the horniest she had been for a long time. Her entire body was tingling and she could feel a great wave of potential energy building inside her. But what could she do, if he was asleep?
Sighing in frustration, she dressed and then shook him. “Daniel! Daniel! I want to get out of here!”
Daniel sat up, bleary and confused. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I am so, so, sorry, Lily. Really. I don’t know what...I...”
“Look, I just want to go home now. Ok?” Lily could feel a wave of tiredness too, and had no energy for anger or even discussion. Daniel weaved his way with her to the door and let her out. “We can talk more some other time,” he said, but she was already in the street and walking fast to warm up.
She was far past the last bus and the timetable informed her that the next night bus was not for fifty minutes. Too long to stand at the bus stop shivering. Angrily she began to walk, swearing to herself.
The streets were empty but still she managed to stumble over pretty much every obstacle, weaving through vacant pavements ad then crashing into lampposts which had mysteriously moved to the centre of her path. The walk home took her twice as long as normal but when she finally staggered into her flat she was not yet sleepy. Her welled-up desire was still very prominent and she had to do something about it.
Fucking Daniel! She tore off her clothes and lay on the soft carpet of her room, her fingers questing between her thighs, rubbing all around the outside of her pussy, then slipping inside. What a thing to do to a woman! She thought bitterly, as she began rubbing the inside of her pussy, catching her breath as she found the most sensitive parts, fingering them eagerly with fast stokes. She kept stroking, faster and faster, writhing around in a frenzy as she sought the satisfaction she felt she deserved that night. Deeper and deeper she probed inside herself, hungry for the very centre, rubbing and rubbing, faster and faster...letting out little moans of excitement, she held still as her fingers found her magic spot and she stroked herself into ecstasy. Then she lay still, tingling, finally appeased.
Waking up hung-over as usual Lily stumbled into the kitchen looking for something to make her feel a little bit more human. Her flat-mate, Joanna, was out at her office job and everything was very quiet and still. Lily was very grateful for this; she was feeling too delicate for anything more exciting. Bitterly, she recalled the ridiculous charade of the previous night. What an absolute pig! Clearly that man had no idea how to treat a woman.
How did she always manage to find men like this? Her sex life was not inconsiderable; although she resented Bill’s comments it was true that working at The Corner facilitated finding people to fuck - that is when the odd attractive guy did end up wandering into the bar. Yet somehow something always seemed to prevent the men she got with from giving her what she wanted. Frustrated she fumbled around the kitchen (trying not to let it spin around her too much), in a search which turned out to be somewhat in vain. She had forgotten to go shopping again and the cupboards were looking ominously bare. No coffee, no tea. No fruit, no vegetables: absolutely nothing to cook. Ah! Looking in the fridge she struck gold. At least there was cheese. She would have cheese on toast again.
I really need to buy some more healthy food, Lily thought as she munched her breakfast, curled up in a blanket on the sofa. Cheese on toast is fantastic but it’s probably not a good idea to live on it, like I’ve been doing. She looked out of the window: grey skies again. The shopping would have to wait; it was already two o’clock and she had to be at work at five. At least if she left soon she could grab a coffee before her shift.
Remembering how Daniel had behaved still made her angry. What was wrong with men? She recalled that Daniel had lost his erection after she asked to be unbound: he couldn’t get turned on without feeling in control, like she was some kind of sex object! Lily felt disgusted with this chauvinistic attitude. “If that’s how he feels he might as well fuck a doll”, she muttered as she hurried through the rain (it was drizzling, again) to her favourite coffee shop. At least the doll would not talk back. Or demand – well, anything at all. She supposed that Daniel had somehow missed the whole movement of women’s liberation and equal rights. This did not surprise her; many men seemed to have been sleeping for these events.
A flash memory came to her mind of being at one of her parents’ parties and overhearing a conversation between a middle-aged couple in full evening attire. The woman was standing very still, while her husband gently chided her. “Now darling, you know that no one needs to hear your opinions, after all!” the wife was nodding complacently. Lily shook her head. Somehow she had thought that attitudes in London would be more open.
It feels like it’s just that men everywhere are too stupid to accept that we have brains as well, Lily thought bitterly as she searched for an empty table in the coffee shop. Aha! One in the corner was free, with enticing squishy armchairs gathered around it. She sank gratefully into an armchair, ill-feeling towards the male sex still swirling around in her head.
And it’s not just me, she pondered, remembering Emily’s story. Previously in her sexual exploits she had had this fear; that it was something in herself which made men treat her with so little respect. But it can’t be! She reiterated forcefully; the problem is in them! Everywhere were the same old stories of women trying to find men who were equal to their desires, and being disappointed over and over again. As her coffee was brought over she caught the eye of Tara, the waitress, and knew that she too had been down the same frustrating path.
Sipping her coffee she continued to muse thunderously, barely noticing when someone came and stood next to the table.
“Is this chair free?” inquired a deep voice with an American accent.
Lily glanced up. “I suppose so”, she muttered, still lost in her thoughts.
“Perfect”, said the stranger, seating himself with apparent deep pleasure in the soft armchair. He flashed a smile at her, which confused Lily for a second. It was a flash of perfect happiness: as if for a second, his whole being was illuminated. But then it was gone and she realised that she had probably misinterpreted it; he was smiling out of pure, pig-headed lust and nothing else.
She took a sidelong glance at her new table companion: tall, with a perfectly fitted dark linen suit and silk tie. Clearly some kind of businessman. Most likely a city wanker, thought Lily bitterly, referring to those who keep the people of London in strict rich-poor divide by circulating all the wealth among the banks. How can people in jobs like that sleep at night?! She thought, imagining the soulless grey of the offices, permeated by the faint stench of money; the managers most likely clinking champagne glasses at all hours of the day while outside the homeless wandered past.
She did not have much experience of that world but she hated it. It was her father’s world; a man who, as far as she could tell, had little or no scruples. Not that he had bothered to get to know Lily very much. Lily was pretty sure he had been disappointed in her all of her life because she was not a man. All the same, they’re all the same, Lily pursued in her ponderings. Looking at her phone, she realised she had to leave soon. Waving at Tara, she requested the bill, her inner monologue still on the same theme.
‘They just really don’t ever think. Too busy wrapped up in looking like big men, when really they are just pathetic, inconsiderate little boys playing dressing up games. Just because they’ve got on their fancy suits, they think they rule the world’.
She glanced again at the man in the next chair, who was reading a book in silence.
‘Well, there are two sexes in this world!’ She thought, ‘and there
would be plenty of room for both of us if men were not such...such...selfish bastards’.
Tara placed the bill in front of her and Lily began fiddling in her bag. The tall man put his book down on the table, and gave her another confusing smile.
“You look like you’re having a rough day”, he said gently in that deep voice again. “Please, allow me to take the pleasure of getting this coffee for you”.
Lily froze in her fiddlings, glaring at the man. His skin was deep brown, probably from expensive sun beds, and his dark hair short and curly. Contrasting with these features were his eyes, an unusually light blue-green. He was still smiling, perfectly at ease and giving the air in the armchair of a king on his throne.
Another one who just doesn’t get it! She despaired, and spat venomously, “What do you think I am? I don’t need your money!”
The man sat back, surprised. Then he took his book and briefcase, and prepared to stand.
“Don’t worry” he said. “There are some things in life which it is important to be open in. But the money is the unimportant part of what I intended to offer. I am sorry if you misunderstood”.
