diamond with a heartfelt engagement.
to hide the ugly truth.
when she aligned me with the bed and encouraged me to sit. She wiggled her way
between my thighs and forced me to spread them wider to accommodate her frame
when she returned to her knees in front of me. It didn’t take her long to
rectify the damage our conversation had done to my erection when she cupped my
balls and stroked my cock. When my head passed those supple lips, I laid back
in bliss. It was selfish and greedy, but the need to allow a woman to
physically take care of me was all-consuming. My dick in her mouth removed my
ability to think. It wasn’t until I heard the wrapper tearing that I realized
Emily planned to fuck me, not just suck me off.
eight seconds. Her pussy was tight and warm, blissful. Nearing the apex, her
movements got stronger, faster; she was a goddamn pro. My face flushed as my
entire body tensed, my ass clenched, and every thought in my head left—the
lights went out in my brain. They flicked back on when the body spasms took
over, and I unloaded into the condom. She didn’t stop until I was motionless.
My heart pounded, and by God, I’d never felt more relaxed and sated. I also had
no clue whether she’d gotten off or just gotten me off.
face that interested me. I focused on her red tuft of hair and her bright pink,
swollen pussy. I had zero desire to get to know her, to cuddle her, or even
want to see her again.
was surprised when she came back with a warm washcloth. Emily removed the
condom from my now-flaccid cock with practiced ease and wiped away the mess
before disposing of the rubber. Out of nowhere, she reappeared with a cold
bottle of water and tossed a throw over the lower half of my body before she
donned a silky robe from behind the door.
her from a different angle. She really was a beautiful woman.
it to be. “Do you use models? Your work doesn’t look like still life.”
you seen my work?” I wouldn’t have pegged her as the art type. That was a
rather narrow-minded view of someone I knew nothing about, but she just didn’t
give off that vibe.
without knowing those he deems important.” She crossed her legs and put her
hands in her lap. “So yes, I’ve seen a lot of your work. Ferry speaks very
highly of your talent. He thought you were great many years ago and was
saddened by your sudden flight from the community.” Emily seemed to search my
expression for something, or maybe she waited for an explanation she wouldn’t
receive. “But my understanding is since your return, everything about both you
and your painting is completely transformed. I can’t wait to see your latest
work at Le Musée on Friday.”
hand in my hair, pulling on it in frustration. This was not a good way to start
other, so why pretend like they are. We’re consenting adults. I’m thrilled to
have shared pleasure with you as your work has shared with me over the years.”
go a different direction. “Who’s your favorite artist?” I couldn’t get any more
fucking elementary school than that unless I asked her about her favorite
room. I didn’t need to have an obligatory conversation just because we’d had
sex that she initiated.
photography, I love Ansel Adams. Kind of trite, I know, but I have a thing for
clouds. His black and whites just give the sky so much depth. I get lost in
them. But I love Kandinsky, Tarkay, Klimt, O’Keefe. It’s all about color for
me, and yes, I realize the idiocy since I love black and white photography.
There are tons of local artists around LA I follow as well. I try to make it a
point to pick up an original piece any time I go on vacation. I frame some of
them, but most stay wrapped in tubes.” She twisted her fingers in front of her
as if she were embarrassed by her tastes or collection. “My trinkets from my
travels.” Her left shoulder hitched in a bit of a shrug that I found adorable.
She was nervous, and for the first time since we’d met, I had the upper hand.
husband’s a very successful businessman. I don’t work.”
I tried to get a hold on the situation. “Did you say your husband?” I
didn’t do married women, not that I did women period, but never those in a
relationship of any sort.
better. She lives on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina in her own
veritable zoo with two dogs, three cats, the Mister, and Magoo (in no
were possible, but since it’s not, add in some Chinese food or sushi and she’s
one happy girl.
This is a beautiful and emotional story about love, loss and everything in between. It is not only about the deep all consuming romantic love but also a love between friends that knows no bounds. It is about the pain of losing love and the depths of despair it can bring as well as the journey to come back from that loss. It is understanding who will love you through the devastation and who will love you only through the good times. It is a journey about finding peace in whatever way possible, even if you wish it could be otherwise, to deal with the hand that life has dealt you.
Bastian, Sera and Nate’s journey will rip your heart out, but it is definitely a journey you don’t want to miss.