Escapades 

10:00 pm.

Southwest Hotel.

Bar.

DON'T BE LATE!

I neatly folded the note in half, signed it with a kiss of my dark red lipstick, and stuffed it in my purse.  Although, thanks to my crooked cousin Lorne, I had full access to all his personal information, all he would ever get from me were notes in his mail box. However, he would never have my phone number or home address - never.   He had to play by my rules, or that was the end of it, simple and plain. 

It was 8:30 pm… I had a little over an hour left.   I have always been adamant about being on time for each of our escapades, so I hurriedly zipped up my leather boots and made my way outside.   I drove my black jag with a vengeance towards the freeway and exited ten minutes later, in five more minutes I would be pulling up to his driveway.  Finally arriving, I quickly got out and put the note in his mailbox.  I knew he would be home soon, so I wasted no time.  I had to continue on with my plan. 

By 9:45 I was at our usual hotel wearing a dark red wig, ultra-skin tight jeans, a tight black silk blouse, and a black leather jacket.   I sat at the bar and ordered our drinks; he wasn't allowed to choose, he was not in control, I was.  I ordered two martinis and sat with my legs crossed showing off their sexy length.  The bartender, although obviously tempted, knew better than to talk to me, I was about my business and needn't start small talk with his.  I looked at my watch, and it was 9:59. If he didn't show up in two minutes, he was in for some serious trouble. 

“Sienna”

I heard my secret name… and slowly turned around to face him. There he stood sexy as ever. He had an air of confidence about him, and yet you could tell he had a lingering humility.  I sat there and basked in the moment as I took him in. Yes, there he was, tall, dark and built; even through his sweater you could tell his body was cut.  From head to toe, this man was every bit of beautiful. I sure knew how to pick them.

"Sit down" I said in a low sultry voice. 

Without reservation or expression, he obediently sat next to me. Now let the games begin. 

I slid his martini towards him, and we began to drink, staring into each others eyes, so intensely, that our surroundings melted into distant murmurs and shapeless shadows. Pulling myself from this trance, I put my drink down and took his out of his hand. It was time.  As I looked him over again while rising, I almost felt a twinge of feeling… of emotion.  I quickly pushed it away, and remembered my number one rule, “no feelings allowed in this game”. Regaining my senses and control, I moved close to him and surveyed the area of prying eyes, as I slid my hands down his pants, and began squeezing his balls. I don’t know which was the greater turn-on; feeling his soft, freshly shaved balls, or the fact that I was doing this in clear sight in such a way that no one was the wiser.  I slowly licked his quivering lips, and took his hand as I led him to the elevator.

 "I", he began to say.

 I quickly gave him an evil look. He knew better than to talk.  He knew the rules, and the price for breaking them.  Once he had crossed the line, and made the mistake one day of asking me if he could call me.  The next day his phone line was cut off.  I had access to every facet of his life, connections like you couldn't imagine. I controlled everything about him.  You mess with me, you mess with yourself. 

We reached the 29th floor and I led him to our usual room, number 2904, as usual he was sure to stay at least five steps behind me.  I unlocked the door, and once inside the suite your attention was immediately greeted by a huge accommodating bed.  I inspected the room to see if me requests had been properly fulfilled out by management. The scented candles were all strategically positioned, just the way I ordered them to be.  The candlelight danced against the walls, softening our contours, while the fragrances seduced our temptation. This was definitely mood-setting.

OK, I’m ready.

I took off his shirt, pushed him on the bed, and made him watch as I took off my clothes one garment at a time, leaving only my leather boots on. The desire in his eyes was greedy with want, as I intentionally stood before with parted legs and commanded “get up, and take off the rest of your clothes”, to which he readily obeyed.

As I watched him strip, I wondered why a gorgeous guy like this would agree to my rules, which were so demanding: no talking, unless I say so, no girlfriend, no wife, no excuses, just me, whenever I say, and anything I say.  Why was he was so "perfectly content with it?"  He says "just as long as long as I see you and your gorgeous self", but I still don’t understand.

In his nudity, he looked at me indicating he was finished. Overcome with hunger, I walked slowly to him and blessed him with my mouth.  I craved for his familiar taste, warmth of his manhood filling mouth as it transformed to a point of erection. Inhaling deeply before beginning, he surprised me. Hmmm… I see you are wearing my favorite cologne, in just the right place.  I went right to work sucking him mercilessly without coming up to breathe, he moaned so loudly I'm certain the other room heard, but I didn't care, they were welcome to come watch if they wanted to… if they dared. 

When I felt I was done I stopped, looked up at him, and pushed him on the bed. Out of my boot I took out a condom, and glided it on him.  There, now we’re ready. I opened myself up and straddled him slowly while he laid there looking at me, anticipating every inch of my warmth. I floated as his strong hands supported my waist as I rode, sliding and grinding. It felt so good I wanted to cry out, I wanted scream with raw passion, but I bit down on my lip and silently thought to myself…

Remember the roles….

Remember the riles... 

Remember the rules…

Reconstituting my control and composure, I softly whispered in his ear, "Put me on my back."  He gently and delicately flipped me over and entered me ever so softly, and yet deep enough to let me know he was there.  Then, almost as if he read my mind, he made is thrusts faster.  Yes, he knew what I liked, and just the way I like it.  I had trained him well. Trained in fulfilling my every need, want, and fantasy, without so much as a comment or social formality; forever obedient to my escapades.

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