Volume I Issue II September 2009
The Truth Will Set You Free
I don’t know why but we decided to start Sunday early this weekend. Falcon seemed a bit stressed after mentioning a business deal to me earlier in the week. He was receiving other sexual propositions. My radar from the gut was ailing an ear wrenching siren. Maybe I should take the weekend to myself. I was too curious to see how the weekend would play-out. He didn’t sound excited about the evenings events settling for leftover Mac. He might be hoping for the school girl to meet him at the door. I need more enthusiasm. Naughty sex games are saved for the La Crème.
What’s holding him to me? Falcon’s actions, words not spoken and body language are starting to tell a story of lust, not interest in the woman. My sexual prowl is not easy to shake without going through withdrawals. I’m fun, erotic, electric, stimulating a small piece of heaven few will ever experience. He is coming for stress relief. I need to decide if there is an inner willingness to be spent on fulfilling another person’s need while leaving the spirit within empty. My gut is red-hot, I’m playing with fire.
The lioness is ready to play with her captive mouse. A weekend of toying will determine if he becomes part of the pride or a thrill.
Like every other night Falcon visits, I’m the last stop of the day or should I say lay. I greet him at the door in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. He’s dressed in his usual casual grub. He wears his usual smile with a scent of beer from the pub. It was an end to another successful week. He wasn’t expecting it to be a 48 hour game of intellect, wit, study and seduction.
He made the first strike on the cool, calm flesh of wild hunger. I slowly move away from his passionate attempts of lust to curl my legs onto the couch and start a flirty conversation. His eyes are fleeting unable to look at me directly for more than a few seconds. His nerves are like electricity spider veining across his flesh. When I speak his eyes become big, round with a dear-in-the-headlight look of fear. This is going to be more entertaining than imagined. He’s frightened I’m going to bring up the business deal. I already have the upper hand. It would not be mentioned until his lips choose to speak about such things.
We spend almost the entire evening in silence until he talks about me meeting a friend that is coming into town. “I’m glad you brought that subject up.” “Oh?” “Yes, I’d been meaning to ask you about something I’ve sensed and how it’s making me feel. I’m not saying it’s the way you feel, so please don’t think I’m trying to put words or feelings into your head.”
“Our second date was almost perfect. Then, something happened on our third date and you didn’t look at me or talk to me for almost 45 minutes. After pouring a second round of drinks, you pulled up a chair and took my hand. I thought maybe it was o.k. We have never been as close since. Did I do anything to embarrass you?”
“No, nothing I can think of off the top of my head. I remember having a wonderful time with you.”
“It seems like the relationship has been going backwards from that point. After the third date you stopped asking me to meet anymore friends or join you out. You invited me to your place for dinner. That doesn’t happen anymore either. We spend all our time at my place, late in the evening cooking dinner then having wild sex. Do I embarrass you? If I’m simply the girl you’re sleeping with, that’s fine. I understand. I have to decide if that’s what I want. I’ve been thinking about doing other things with you.”
Again, he has a look of fear “Like what?”
“I’d like taking a walk with you, shopping with you for dinner, cooking with you.”
“I can do that but cooking with me might take awhile.”
“Then let’s take turns cooking.”
“I love to cook.” I’d give on this one, for now. I curled up on the couch away from Falcon, which isn’t normal. I’m usually right next to his masculine chest. He moves to touch me on several occasions. He even moves closer. I’m distant. The cards are in my hand and I’m not going to ruin this by making a move. This perplexes him, sex is always a given.
I quietly ask if he’d like to retire. He embraces me firmly kissing my neck with force as he starts to rip the clothing from my body. All of them in one fallen swoop are on the floor. He raises my hips to his face parting the sea with his moist tongue. I tried to fight my way out of the brace but Falcon was determined to taste dessert. He had his way before stripping out of his clothing delivering a stiff iron rod deep into my torso. He was out of control, pulling bucking, pushing and grabbing there wasn’t a place deep enough to satisfy his need. “Upstairs!” His obsession went on for hours without satisfaction. Again, I had the upper hand.
On Saturday morning he started to play then said it was time to scoot. “No Fun?”
“Not right now, I need to get into the office.”
“Why don’t you come back tonight when you’re done, so I can finish you off?” There was the frightened look again but for some reason, he couldn’t say no. What held him to me? I kissed him goodbye then went about my day. I wasn’t calling. I have the hand, he had the ball. It was his court. I wasn’t expecting the call. It came three times because I was in the shower.
“Are we still getting together?”
“I guess. Want me to order pizza? You sound tired.”
“That would be great.”
He didn’t sound happy about a Saturday night fling somehow he was sticking to the commitment. Why is he holding onto me? He doesn’t want to be seen with me in public but didn’t want to lose the sex. The pieces weren’t fitting together. Little did I know the answer would come on Monday evening.
Saturday evening played out much the same way as Friday. I was bored! Sex without the fun, playful social friendship becomes stale quickly. I was losing interest in the sexual play. I’m seriously thinking about cutting ties. New playmates are a dime a dozen. Snore!
I was ready to cut him loose Sunday morning when he gently placed his hand on the back of my head bringing his nose to my nose rubbing-n-playing until his lips fell to mine slowly his tongue licked my upper lip then disappeared. His hands gently started to caress my breasts, I play the want perfectly. The game is reaching a new level. Quivering and shaking he took every inch of my body until he explodes into an intense, long orgasm. His world is shattered. I am still toying with him.
The call about the business deal came late Monday afternoon. “Still want to do Monday night football?”
“I don’t know.”
“I wanted to talk to you about this business deal.”
“What would you like to know?” We chat and he tells me not to meet the person without him. Does anyone want to throw the foul play flag? “We’ve already agreed to meet Wednesday evening.”
“That’s not the right way. I want it to be all three of us.”
“O.K., whatever you think is best.” I’m interrupted by the home phone ringing. Little does he know, he’s still the mouse and I’m still toying. We’ve now added another player to the game. Dinner with the three of us should be interesting.
Looks like I’ll have a new playmate for this upcoming Sunday’s festivals.
