One Night part 2

My sleep was interrupted by thoughts of the email invitation and what I have done. I must have lost my mind meeting someone like this.

What if he will severely harm me? What if I catch something? What if…I find out that this is what I have been missing in my life?

That last thought is more worrisome than the others. The light flashing at me on my alarm clock feels like torture when my eyes cannot be torn away from it.

I decided to beat the alarm and get up. I was going to shut off the alarm, but I want to see how I can go through my daily routine in under ten minutes.

I had to push my muscles to move. I went to the bathroom, looked into the mirror to see me looking  like the night had decided to put me under some serious punishments for my carelessness.

I am really thinking to much into this but since it is bothering me so much, I will go to the shop and tell him that I have changed my mind. No, I will not go back to the shop. I will just send a decline message to the email.

I went to my laptop and opened my email, and I was sent a second message.

You may have doubts and that is normal. Come to the shop at one. We can talk. Regards Y. Vessel

That was it. Nothing else said. How is it that one line had so much authority behind it? I can type back “I am not at your beck and call.” Instead, what I did was jump. The alarm went off and snapped me out of it.

One o’clock then. I can meet him and call this off. The universe has made it possible for me to just do this. After shutting off the alarm I went about getting myself ready. I went to my closet and pulled out a suit that I wear at interviews.

I can just make this feel like I am interviewing a new concierge at the hotel. Just zone out and be the other me.

One

The shop was slow around  this time that is why I chose it to talk to her. I heard when the door opened. I was at the other side of the store. The part where we stock the hand made

Whips and oils that made the leathers stay supple.

She went to the counter and she asked, “Excuse me. Can you tell me where the man by the name of  A. Vessel is?”

I remembered her voice and she sounds different. A little colder. I smiled; I couldn’t help it. Looking her over it reminded me of the king who has new cloths. It’s a form of hiding. Cute.

I walked behind her and said, “Punctual.”

She jumped and turned looking at me. What flashed in her eyes behind the charade was innocent.

I looked at Samantha and gave her a nod signaling I am taking a break.

“Would you like to go to the cafe across the street so we can talk?” I asked her.

“Alright but it will be quick.” She said giving me that tone of voice again.

The café was busy but I managed to get a table in the back but speaking to the hostess.

Once we sat and ordered some coffee. I waited to see what she had prepared to say.

She kept glancing at the coffee and then at me.

“I want to cancel the meeting. I do not know what I was thinking and I would like for you to take me off your email list.”

I took a sip of coffee and did not stop looking at her.

“No.”

She looked shocked.

“You are scared and that is understandable. You do not know me and that is one of the reasons why I sent you that message. The second is I would not want you to feel like I would want to harm you. For you never be seen again. On the contrary, I want the real you to be seen. Third in this day and age we need to be careful, and I will be going to the clinic to get tested.”

I pulled a card out of my back pocket.

“This is the clinic I have gone to in the past and I will be going there later today. I will show you all the test results before we meet. Forth and most importantly when we meet. What happens behind the door will stay there. Any conversation, any vulnerability that is seen is between us.”

She held her breath a little to long for my liking. I reached over and touched her hand and she was trembling.

I helped her raise the cup so she can take a drink. She did so and it helped I can see he was a little bit better.

“This is the time to say something.” I said as I drank some coffee and watched.

“You took away my choice to say no.” She whispered

I smiled and leaned in.

“You wanted me to take away that choice. You could have told me no on the email and to go to hell. Instead, you came in to show me that you have it together to tell me no. Instead, what you shown me was the opposite. If you truly want out, leave the card to the clinic on the table and leave. No hard feeling and I will remove you from the email list.”

I can see she audibly took in a quick breath as if she was shocked. She looked at the card for a while and spoke. She spoke in the hushed voice that I remembered.

“My name is Alara.” She picked up the card and stood up to leave.

I held the hand she held the card in to stop her from moving so I could say this. “Alara, this is only for one night. An experience that you will have in real life and not read about. I know you’re scared but for that night. I swear I will take care of you.”

I could feel her slightly relaxed. She took a breath and put the card in her pocket of her small grey purse.

“Bye Vessel.” She whispered and left.

I watched her leave and I thought I hope we both get what we need out of this.

Should I?

Should I write about heated nights

And secret rendezvous

Of passionate kisses

And special paddles and tools

Should I write, about what would scare

The normal’s in society

What they would deem impropriety

The question is what should I write?

For tonight feels different

 than any other night

Is there a fullness to the moon

That is awakening the beast

Is there a shift in the tide

Making my mouth water waiting to feast

I do not want you to kneel and wait

Stand up, hands behind your neck

Ah yes that is a perfect display

Are you worried about the pleasure I receive pet

Why swallow so many times

We have not started the fun

Do you see my cat of nine’s

Is it that your skin holds no marks

Is that what is disturbing my peace

That little spark

Maybe it is nothing at all

The primal need to want you to beg me

Eventually crawl

Stand there and think

While you do,

 I will go to the sink

Where something special is there for you

Can you guess?

Let your mind go crazy

I want it too

Come cum lets not be lazy

Clink

Did you jump

Its your present that fell

In the sink

No more talking

No more delay

We have discussed this

Bend and lets play

Water (poem)

This should feel

Soothing to fevered flesh

This is gift

That requires no thank you’s

Instead

It does what it was not meant to

Spurs and ignites

The tenderness deceives

Taunt flesh

Should ease

Tightens in places

Oh god the places

It surrounds

In false security

Like a child held in warmth

Break away once and the chill

Reveals pebbled flesh

Dusted peaks scream

Need

Relief is not close

Still

The offer of tenderness

With the lap of soft foam

Should I continue

To enjoy the offer

Or leave making this

A torment that cannot

Be replicated

Run

I want you to run from me
Run as far as you can
Once I decide to set my sights
My vision will only see you
I will not be able to restrain myself
I will stay in the shadow and watch
You will feel me there
You will never see me there
Take the out
Run
I feel it just at the surface
Itching to be released
To consume you
Swallowing your fear like an aphrodisiac
Your eyes widening
Revealing everything
You secretly know… don’t you
That you are the rabbit
Not the pure, pristine rabbit
The one you should have been a cat
The number of lives you used
Trying to get away
The forest has no panic button
I am the wolf
Salivating from the sound of a rapid heart
Fighting the urge to chase
Do not taunt me
You know what and who I am
I watch you swallow
A nervous penchant
Shows the effect of what is occurring
You walk towards
Run
Run away
This is the last of the warnings
You come closer
The more I lose myself in this
The more you will have to endure

How are you all? I am writing out of sequence. This is the second part. The first is called Think and the third is called Behind the Door. The secret will be announced soon.

My Love (Poem)

My love does not lay in a bed of roses

nor does my love like to follow a trail of dying petals.

My love does not have poise’s woven into her hair,

My love is not conventional.

It is potent

Dash away the repetitive symbols,

For my love do not require these objects.

For my love will always cherish the moments.

The memory of the first hand holding,

The first held breath,

The first gentle and  truth in a kiss.

My love is not in the past,

but ever present in the now.

Fia Naturie

Poetic Voyeur

Why am I drawn to your writing?

I’m not sure myself.

 Is it because I can see the damage and every word

Or is it that I can see you 

See, you get so engulfed in every word 

To make your point come across?

It’s my own form of voyeurism. 

You’re so open in a different way.

Do you pull your hair and get aggravated 

When you can’t get the right words

Or when you’re writing something salacious, 

do you put the phone down? So no one can see? 

Maybe you could close the book. When you feel, 

your ears are turning red from what your mind created 

To see the human body and all its splendor on the outside.

 Is deliciousI 

I will not deny that

But to see what’s inside the mind is so damn sexy.

I like to watch as you toil around thoughts

.And then present it to me

Do you give secret notes away?

I’m a greedy bitch

Is it wrong for my beast to stir when you do

As I read the pulse in my neck begins to beat fast

Breathing air is difficult

When did air become thick

I feel my heart start to stutter

Not realizing I stop breathing altogether

It’s a drug, the words

Sweet then dangerous

A tender kiss to open one up

Then the moment a moan escapes

The world slips away

It’s just the words

The ache

The  need

Half-hooded eyes

Blown pupils

Inner heat

Created by the poet

When it all comes to an end

I’m left with the tremors

I’ll wait until the next

Poetic piece

The question is…

When can I …

Have more

One Last Time (Adult)

Stretching and reaching for the headboard
Trying to wake my mind from the dream
Hearing a voice say
“Stay right there. I want to taste your morning cream.”

The timber of the voice
The scent of cedar wood
As if I had a choice
I am amazed that I would

Hands that move over languid muscle
Firmly parting two thighs.
Working me over like a side hustle
Thinking about what I could use as an alibi

Teeth find purchase on firm mounds.
Damn, I love the teeth. the mouth, the tongue
Bury my head to make no sound
We had only begun

A playful swap on the opposite side
So tempted to turn and put him inside

“No. This morning, I’m in control.
You will feel me from the top of your head
To the tips of your toes.”

If memory serves
It has not failed me before
If I am good, I get what I deserve
If I am bad, I will receive a punishment I adore

“Relax, I know exactly what I want to do.
You trust me?”
I honestly do

He wants me to say the words
I have not said in years
“Yes….Master?”
Sounds foreign to my ears

“Why a question
When you know I’m a switch
I let you control me last night
Now I want to scratch another itch

This is who we were in the past
The present will fade
Why not relax and let this last
Why can I not have this little escapade

Warm liquid flowed down the valley.
Increasing in heat as it goes
Sliding a muscle in the alley
Teasing a hole that is tightly closed

“No one has ventured here since me
Can you tell me why
I would know if you are deceiving me
No need to lie.”

Feeling the heat rise on my face
Eyes closed as I confessed
“I could not allow someone to have your place
I now feel completely undressed”

Slowly he probed
The burn is real
As if he knows
How he make me feel

Finally in 
Stretch to the gods
Now the fun begins
He was the right one for the job

With every thrust
I feel his grip sink in
Like a steam engine about to bust
Our insatiable desires are interwoven

Speed takes over sanity
Moans morph into screams
This should be the end of me
Instead, it will be placed in my wildest dreams

A hard push
A warm stream
Trembling thighs
Rivulets of cream

A finger used as a scoop
An audible pop after a taste
A slow withdrawal
Grateful it was not in haste

That was the end
We both knew it to be true
Our relationship would never mend
Sex can never make things brand new.

Dantea’s Level of Hell (End)

Unlocking the door
Greeted by the sound of trickling water

Thoughts unparalleled to match the hunger
Feet move on their own accord

Pushed open the door to watch
Lathered skin with tracks of rippled water, cascading down

Again, our eyes meet
Continue,”  I say breathlessly 

Your body reacts to the order
As if it had muscle memory from before

Strong hands glide down
The very movement is tormenting me

You pause being defiant
I move lethally towards you

“You take it, and stroke it. Or I will”
Not caring that my blouse is becoming transparent

Slowly at first
Base to tip
Gripping harder
Slide back up
Repeat

Breathing increased
So does the stroke pattern

Removing  my belt
Hitting his hand away

“Turn around, hands behind you’re back”
On command, he follows

Restraining his hands to remove temptation
“You want release, but I do not want that for you.

I want it for me.
Do you understand?”

I turn around and walk out the door.
As we go into the night

Bringing him close and refusing release
When I see he cannot take anymore

I take what is mine?
Every bit of him

He asked for my hell, not knowing what hell I had in store for him.
This is only level 2. Shall we continue?

(Okay, fire starters, how did I do with this mini series? Edged you all the way to the end. Let me know what you think.)