Masked Desires

Masked Desires Carnal Diaries By Yvonne Nicolas

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Dedication

To those who indulge in their carnal desires.

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Acknowledgement

Thank you to my family and loving husband for their support. I’d also like to thank my best pal and wonderful author, Renee Michaels.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Masked Desires by Yvonne Nicholas Red Rose™ Publishing Publishing with a touch of Class! ™ The symbol of the Red Rose and Red Rose is a trademark of Red Rose™ Publishing Red Rose™ Publishing Copyright© 2011 Yvonne Nicholas ISBN: 978-1-4543-0080-9 Cover Artist: Shirley Burnett Editor: Kristy Brock Line Editor: Red Rose Publishing All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Due to copyright laws you cannot trade, sell or give any ebooks away. This is a work of fiction. All references to real places, people, or events are coincidental, and if not coincidental, are used fictitiously. All trademarks, service marks, registered trademarks, and registered service marks are the property of their respective owners and are used herein for identification purposes only. Red Rose™ Publishing www.redrosepublishing.com Forestport, NY 13338 Thank you for purchasing a book from Red Rose™ Publishing where publishing comes with a touch of Class!

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Masked Desires By Yvonne Nicolas

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Entry One Goose Bumps

“See, you got us running way late! How come it always takes you forever to get ready to go anywhere, Gail? Sheesh…” Ignoring my best friend‟s agitated complaints from the other side of the bathroom door, I carefully applied charcoal liner to my eyelids and toned down the sparkly eye shadow with a few dabs of a tissue. Finally, my makeup was to my liking. I had washed it off, reapplied it and taken it off a second time. Ugh, it was either too much or too little, never perfect. Goodness, it had been years since I had to do this. Waves of nervousness crept beneath my skin and formed goose bumps. My mouth went dry. I drew in a shuddering breath, took a couple swigs of water, and stared hard into the mirror at the honey brown sista looking back at me. What in the world was I doing getting prepped for some Historian Ball? I wasn‟t the party type, at all. I grew out of that crap long time ago. Now, I‟m the stay at home and watch movies with my kids type. And I‟m okay with that. Not like I‟m missing out on anything anyway.

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A series of impatient raps sounded on the door. “Okay, I‟m gonna count to ten, then I‟m coming in to drag you out,” Allison threatened. Honestly, what could have changed in the partying scene within the last ten years? From what I gathered, not much. Women got all dressed up in expensive clothing, caked makeup on their faces, and strutted around in uncomfortable shoes, all in the name of what? Impressing the masses? It‟s asinine! In the big scheme of things, no one really cared how you looked when you stepped onto the scene. They were too concerned with their own appearances. Think about it. At the end of the night what were you left with? Sore feet, streaked makeup, and a Texas sized headache. Totally not worth it. “Abigail Clark! You are trying my patience woman!” Irritated, I huffed out a hard breath. “Ally, give me a second. Dang!” “You‟ve been in there for more than a second, Gail,” she whined. “Come on! Sometime this century please!” Somehow, I‟d allowed Allison to coax me onto a plane headed to New Orleans. This was supposedly a divorce celebration trip, a two year old divorce celebration trip. Didn‟t matter though, Allison would use any reason she could to yank me out of my comfort zone. I added a layer of lip gloss over my rogue colored lips. Maybe Allison was right. I deserved this get away. I‟d be perfectly happy

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hanging around the hotel and having a few glasses of wine though. To me, that‟s a great time, but to Ally, it‟s letting yourself waste away―her exact words. Unmotivated but impressed at image in the mirror, I managed a smile as I looked myself over. My hands smoothed over my tight updo and cascading curls. The deep maroon and gold of the fashionable sleeveless gown was a great contrast against my hazelnut complexion. A velvet chocker and jeweled headpiece topped off the historical-modern ensemble beautifully. Even though I looked damn good, I still wanted to peel myself out of this gown and climb under the fluffy white comforter draped over the bed. I‟m a thirty-nine year old kindergarten teacher and mother of two. Three years younger than me, Allison was also a mother and she‟d been a high school teacher for eight years. Neither one of us had any business in New Orleans, during the Mardi Gras, with all of these young women, who were more than anxious to flash their boobies at every man with a set of beads. Not looking forward to seeing a bunch of naked breasts, I bristled at the thought. “Gail! C‟mon!” “Why don‟t you go on ahead,” I sighed. “I have the address. I‟ll meet you there.” The loud cluck of my childhood friend‟s tongue echoed through the door.

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“You think you‟re slick, don‟t cha? I‟m not „bout to leave you here so you can come up with some lame ass excuse not to have fun. Like you always do. We‟re at Mardi Gras, baby! No more wallowing in your sorrows and no more excuses. Get your ass outta the bathroom!” I frowned and tugged at the top of the snug bodice, which failed to fully cover my sizeable D breasts. As if she couldn‟t have pick a dress with a bigger bust size… “I should stay. I feel a headache coming on.” “Now, Gail!” Grumbling in annoyance, I yanked the door open. Adorned in a glamorous blue and silver gown, Allison was absolutely stunning. Her ice blonde tresses were twisted up in an elegant chignon while a few curly strands hung along the sides of her face. Dangling from the chocker around her slender neck was a crystal blue jewel, which matched her sparkling eyes. “Wow. Go Cinderella.” “Thank you, gorgeous.” Allison‟s gaze slid up and down my frame. “Oh yeah.” A sly smirk kicked up on the corner of her pink pouted lips. “See, I knew this get-up would look awesome on you. Have you seen yourself? Don‟t you think you look awesome?” Peering down at myself, I smoothed my hands over the super tight corset.

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“Well, it does cover my imperfections, but it‟s terribly uncomfortable,” I groaned, adjusting my breasts. “I can hardly breathe. I think you laced the back too tight, and I can‟t put my hands to the side because the bottom part is so damn wide.” Her lips pursed, she snorted as she pulled a tall bottle, covered by a brown paper bag, from her oversized Gucci purse. “Suck it up and stop whining.” She poured the liquid in two small plastic cups. “If the women back in the days could dress this way on a regular basis, we can last one night.” “I‟m not feeling this, Ally.” “Whaaa-eva…” she sung, retrieving her powder kit from the side pocket of her purse. “Seriously, I‟d prefer to get some sleep to ward off this headache, and then maybe do some sightseeing tomorrow. There‟s so much to see in this city…” “Yawn,” she scoffed, patting a gloved hand over her open mouth. I narrowed a glare her way and huffed, “You make me sick sometimes.” “Uh-huh, love you too, honey.” Allison dusted glittery translucent power across my chest and shoulders with a large brush. “There. You look perfect now. Here, drink this.” A plastic cup was shoved into my hand. I sniffed at the light brown liquid swirling at the bottom of it, wrinkled my nose then sliced my giddy blonde friend a sidelong glance. “What‟s this?”

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“Get laid juice,” Allison snickered as she crossed the room to get our feathered masks. I tried not to laugh, but a few mousy giggles slipped out. “Girl, stop playing. What are you trying to poison me with?” “Bottom‟s up.” Shaking my head, I placed the cup on the dresser. “Uh-uh, I‟m not about to let you get me dru―” “Look, do you know how long I‟ve been planning this?” she snapped, leveling a finger at me. “For years! I told myself as soon as you divorced your scumbag husband…” “Hello! Divorced two years now.” “…that we were going to the Mardi Gras to shake our big titties for some beads.” I cried out in laughter. “Allison, you‟re silly as all get out!” Boy, she was crazy for real if she thought I was going to bare my breasts to a bunch of strangers. “I‟m serious, Gail. Let it all go. I brought you out here because I don‟t wanna see you wither away when there‟s so much to life to enjoy.” “I enjoy my life just fine, thank you very much,” I stated, planting my hands on my hips. “Not everybody has to live all loose like you to be happy, Miss Thang.” She shook her head, her face twisted in disappointment. “God, you used to

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be so much fun. When did you turn into a boring ole‟ lamo?” “Chile please, we are grown women, not college girls. On top of that, we have kids.” “So that means our fun stops?” I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. “My priorities changed. You of all people should understand. You‟re a mother too.” I grabbed the cup and sniffed at the liquid again. “I live for them.” Just as the words left my mouth, the urge to talk to my kids sent an uneasy shiver through me. My paranoia couldn‟t be helped. I wasn‟t used to being away from them. I fumbled through the hand purse―designed to match my gown―for my cell phone. Allison snatched it from my hands. “See, that‟s your problem right there. Don‟t get me wrong, I know where you‟re at and I too would do anything for my kids, because I love them to death, but goddammit, if I don‟t do a little something for me every now and then, I‟ll lose my freaking mind. How „bout we live for us for a change.” I held my hand out and wiggled my fingers. “Ally, give me my phone.” “Relax. They‟re with your mother. They‟re fine. At least while we‟re away you can get laid. I see how uptight you are. You need some dick.” She cocked her head and quirked a perfectly trimmed brow. “Why are you looking at me like

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that?” Pinning her with a glare, I folded my arms under my breasts. “If you think I‟ma let you do this to me the whole time we‟re here, you gotta another thing coming.” An impish smile played on her face. “Do what to you? Get you laid?” “Would you stop talking about that. I‟m over it already!” “Ha! I‟m gonna keep talking about it until one of us get some cock!” It‟d been years since I had sex. Three and a half years to be exact. The sad pumping sessions me and my ex-husband used to have didn‟t count for crap. Toward the end of our marriage, it was a total waste of time for me to lay with him. After one minute, maybe two, on a good day, he was groaning, trembling then snoring. It was so pathetic. “Imagine, some young hot stud sliding between your thighs to lay the extra long pipe to you. All these available men out here are ready to dust the cobwebs off and make your pussy scream.” She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed out like the loon she was. “Can you hear it? Can you hear your pussy screaming?” “Girl, stop all that hollering before somebody call security on us.” “Mm honey, this will be a trip to remember. I cannot wait to spread my legs for a big black stallion.” Her words left a seductive visual in my head and a tingling in my body. My

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nipples pushed against the firm fabric. A noticeable pulsation arose between my thighs. I found myself shifting from side to side in an attempt to make it stop, but it only caused friction to my nether regions. Yeah, getting laid sounded great, but I wasn‟t that type of woman. One who‟d meet a guy and splayed her legs just because she was horny. So not me. “I promise you this will be the best time ever.” Allison lifted the cup in a toast. “May we bask in the moonlight of this evening‟s sinful delights and get boned inside out by gorgeous men.” Despite my reservations of what the night held, or more so, what Allison had up her sleeve, I tapped cups with my promiscuous friend, and took down the bold liquid in one gulp. Allison did the same then let out a howl as she slammed her empty cup on the dresser. I squeezed my eyes close and realized how much of a mistake it was to quaff the liquor like that, especially since I‟m not a hard drinker. A bitter heat rushed through me. I grimaced and coughed on a groan. “Goodness, that stuff is horrible!” I strained out, my hand plastered across my burning chest. While trying to get my senses back into focus, Allison grabbed my hand and all but yanked me to the door. “C‟mon, let‟s go. We‟ll get somebody to take our picture on the way out.”

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Entry Two Chocolate Milk

“Oh my God, Gail, do you see that tall drink of chocolate milk over there?” Allison spoke in an undertone as soon as we stepped off the elevator. “I got dibs on that one.” More concerned with keeping the train of my gown from the clutches of the elevator doors, I hurried through the opening. I tugged on my gloves, slid my hand through the loop of my dainty purse, and then looked up. “You gotta be talking about a black dude,” I muttered, peering around. “Where‟s the chocolate milk?” “Right there.” Allison pursed her lips in the direction of the hotel bar. “Oh, and his friends are sexy too. We need to be over there with them. That‟s where the party‟s at.” Three men were huddled over a table in the far corner of the bar area, where they conversed, laughed and enjoyed their drinks. Like they‟d just stepped off the stage of a Shakespearian play, they sported costumes that were stylishly dated for a Masquerade ball, capes and all. Neither one of them appeared to be in our age

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bracket. In fact, they looked like cougar bait. That made me feel old. The one Allison had her eyes on, a smooth cocoa brother with a wavy fade, snapped his attention our way. The two men at his sides―one looked Latin and the other white―followed suit. Uh-oh. I fidgeted uncomfortably under their steady gazes. Allison, on the other hand, flashed a mega watt smile, assumed a provocative stance and stuck her voluptuous chest out for their scrutiny. “Looks like they‟re going to a Masquerade too.” The words slid off Allison‟s tongue like she‟d just tasted something scrumptious. “One of every flavor. A yummy man swirl.” Oh goodness, trouble! Mischief played in Allison‟s steely blue eyes. No doubt about it, I was about to be yanked into an awkward, uncomfortable situation. I started getting the jitters. The pounding beneath my chest grew faster at the sparkle in Allison‟s leer and the developing interest from the beautiful young men across the way. Desperate to get out of the building before Allison made her move, I inched closer to the exit. “Let‟s go ahead and get our cab, Ally. Running late, remember?” Her white gloved hand caught me by the wrist. “Trying to run off on me, honey.” “I‟m trying to go hail a cab. You cussed me out for making us late and now

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you wanna set us back further?” “They are worth the set back.” Her eyes glued on the handsome gents, she murmured, “Besides, the party doesn‟t jump off until we arrive anyway.” “No girl, I see what you‟re „bout to do, and I‟m not comfortable with it.” I tried to sound stern and serious, but the alcohol sailing through my system made my voice waver and slur. Dang, I‟m a lightweight. “Uh-huh, right, let‟s go see if they‟re going to the same ball.” “Please don‟t do this,” I begged as I was pulled across the cream tiles to the bar area. “Allison, don‟t…” The closer we got to the threesome, the hotter they became. By the time we stepped onto the carpeted area, I wasn‟t resisting anymore. What‟s the use anyway? Allison was going to drag me into the mix one way or another. Three pairs of seductive eyes looked us both up and down before Mr. Extra Fine Chocolate Milk extended a hand to me. “I feel like I‟m in a dream.” His rich baritone voice flowed over me like soothing water. “Me and my boys were wondering where we would find dates at the last minute and two perfect ones walk right up to us.” Allison darted in front of me to take his offered hand. Snorting, I rolled my eyes. Oh yeah, that‟s right, dibs. “I‟m Anthony, and these are my boys, Edgardo and Danny.”

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“Well, hello boys,” Allison purred in a deep southern accent that all of a sudden came out of nowhere. “I‟m Ava and this here is my best girl, Destiny.” Destiny? What the flip? It was one thing for her to change her name, but to change mine too? “Destiny, I like that name. But, I think Beauty would suit you better.” The man introduced as Danny flipped his shoulder cape back and eased around the table to greet me, with the anxious Edgardo on his heels. With a pair of the mesmerizing green eyes and a head full of dusty blonde hair, which curled ever so slightly at the ends, Danny‟s handsomeness stamped my mind like no other. Edgardo, the sexy Latino, had his hair drawn back in a ponytail, which showcased the masculine beauty of his face. But my attention was swiftly drawn back to the dazzling Danny. Those sultry eyes had me captivated. “You look exquisite tonight, m‟lady,” Edgardo complimented with a formal bow. Seeming compelled to keep me focused on him, Danny gently took my hand and placed his lips to back of it. The glove did little to restrict the warmth of his kiss. Shivers spiraled through me at the brief contact. His bright emerald eyes studied me with intensity. He cleared his throat. As if it was contagious, I did the same. “Hi, nice to meet you,” I mumbled nervously, not sure what else to say.

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“Pleasure to meet you, Destiny.” The hint of Creole in his voice wasn‟t lost to me. The way the slightly audible accent laced each word made the attraction to him harder to resist. I swallowed back the lump in my throat and nibbled at my lower lip. This was the part when I‟d say something to start a stimulating conversation. But not me. Allison was the expert conversationalist. I was the stand there and look awkward type. Having taken in his gorgeous face, I managed to divert my gaze, to the bar, the people walking by, my hands…anything but him. I wish I could see my feet, because I would look at them too. Right away, Allison commenced to work her magic in her fake southern bell accent to secure us a ride to the soiree with them, who were coincidentally attending the same ball. Perfect, just perfect. Why didn‟t I just say no when the crazy white girl showed up on my doorstep with a huge smile and two plane tickets? I could be curled up with a good book right now, instead of standing here trying not to appear out of place, when that was totally how I felt. “You look a little troubled,” Danny whispered, suddenly behind me. His breath fluttered on the side of my neck as he placed his hands on my bare

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shoulders and squeezed. “Are you okay? Wow, you‟re so tense.” Hello, personal space! The intimate gesture made my nipples tighten and harden against the snug corset. I clutched at the gown‟s billowy skirt and tried to calm my rapid heartbeat. My insides did somersaults; my breathing came out in irregular spurts. I felt like a bunny in the shadow of a hungry wolf. “Is there something I can get for you,” he crooned, his voice deep and sultry. “Something to help ease your tension, perhaps?” Goodness, was he talking about sex?! Or was that where my mind was? Something to help ease my tension? C‟mon, I mean, I‟d been out of the game for a while, but he‟s clearly propositioning me for a roll in the hay. Right? Before I could stop myself, my paranoia got the best of me. Big eyed, I gasped, whirled around then scurried away from him. “I‟m not gonna have sex with you pal, so you might as well forget it!” Grinning, he regarded me with an arched brow. “I wasn‟t thinking that, but since you put the idea in my head…” And now, I wanted to shrivel up and die. Of all the embarrassing things I could have said out loud, and in public. Allison shot me a sidelong glare and mouthed, “What the fuck, girl?” At her sides, Anthony and Edgardo burst out in laughter, as if it was the

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funniest thing they‟d ever heard. “Whoa Danny, she‟s got you pegged, buddy,” Anthony quipped. “It seems she does.” Danny‟s laughing eyes bored into mine. Warmth flushed my face then scattered through my body. I opened and closed my mouth, wanting to apologize for being a complete idiot, but couldn‟t utter a word. So, I did the next best thing. I turned around and walked away. Or at least tried to. “Aw no, don‟t go. We‟re just messing around with ya.” A hand gently caught me by the elbow then I was turned around and drawn against his hard body. “It‟s okay. Loosen up a bit.” “Yes Destiny, by all means, loosen up a bit, please,” Allison growled through clenched teeth, giving me that don’t fuck this up for me sneer. “These fine gentlemen are escorting us to the ball. So get it together, honey.” Get it together, huh? I wasn‟t studying her sassy behind one bit. If she wanted this night to jump off without incident, she should‟ve left me in the room. Still trapped in a trance under his beautiful emerald gaze, I dared to speak. “I, I apologize. It‟s uh, been a while since I…” been around a man as fine as you. He waved a finger over my lips. “Forgive me, I don‟t believe I asked you properly. Destiny, would you be so kind as to be my date to the ball tonight? If you say yes, it would make me the happiest man in New Orleans.”

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How could I say no? I didn‟t usually allow strangers to touch me like this, or even step inside my personal bubble, but there was something so promising and sensual in his eyes. It made me want to throw my inhibitions to the wind. “Sure,” I squeaked out before I cleared my voice to continue. “I‟d be honored to accompany you.” “Fantastic.” Danny looped my arm over his and closed his fingers around my wrist. “Shall we?” I peered over my shoulder at Allison, who was all smiles with the two handsome gents on her arms. No doubt in my mind she would end up in bed with one of them, maybe both. For a second, I wished I was as adventurous as she, but I was too paranoid for that. We cleared the glass double doors and a rush of cool wind engulfed me. I drew the elegant shawl over my shoulders and Danny cuddled me close in a one armed embrace. His sweet musky cologne caressed my senses and made my mouth water for just a little taste of him. I tried not to be totally taken by his manliness and charisma. However, at this rate, I‟d be offering up my goodies in no time. As we stepped down the concrete treads to the carpool area, a long black vehicle, waxed to perfection, pulled up. My mouth fell open in awe when I realized this monster limo was meant for us.

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Before I could ask the question hanging off the tip of my tongue, Allison beat me to the punch. “Oh shit, is that a stretch Hummer?”

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Entry Three Stretch Hummer

Like a gentleman, Danny pulled the door open and ushered me into the vehicle, his hand on the small of my back. He even gathered up the train of my gown and tucked it around my feet. The outside of this extra long vehicle was glamorous, but the inside was unbelievably luxurious. Designed like the lounge of a classy club, the flooring was layered in rich cherry wood. Tan and grey leather seats embossed with the symbol H2 lined one side of the elongated cab. At the rear, between two single seats, was a bar encased in glass and bordered with blue neon lights. In the center of the bar, a compact fireplace held a small cracking blaze. Behind it, on the back wall, trimmed in the same beautiful wood of the flooring, was the large word, Hummer. Just in case you didn‟t know you were riding in one. Between each black tinted window were round speakers and viewing screens. Looking happier than a kid in a candy store, Allison climbed up into the Hummer and smacked me on the knee. Her eyes glimmering with excitement, she

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mouthed, “Jack-fucking-pot!” I settled against the plush leather. Well tried to settle, anyway. The bustier currently squeezing the life out of me wouldn‟t really allow me to relax. So, I was forced to sit upright, uncomfortably erect. Near the bar, Allison sat between Edgardo and Anthony. They eyed her exposed cleavage like starved dogs. I‟m sure she didn‟t mind though. Danny eased in next to me and pulled the door shut behind him, which prompted the lights to dim. A Lady Gaga video flickered to life on the small screens when the vehicle jerked into motion. My method to avoid eye contact with the sexy man at my side was to seem like I was too astonished by the interior of our transportation, which was kind of true. The heat from his stare sent a fever creeping beneath my flesh. Perspiration threatened to damage my makeup. God, if I even glanced his way, I just know I would lose myself in his eyes again. “So, is this your usual form of transportation?” The shawl fell from my shoulders when I loosened my grip on it. “Nah. This is a special night, so we decided to go all out.” His fingers slipped over the shawl and slowly drew it from my hand. Most likely, he did that to gain my full attention, but I just couldn‟t give in.

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Those eyes… Across the cab, through the dimness, Allison was having a very intimate discussion with her two escorts. They were running hands over her thighs and belly, their faces so close to hers they were a hairsbreadth from kissing her. Yeah, she‟s totally going to sleep with them. Dammit. If she was busy screwing around with them, where‟d that leave me? Self-consciously, I stirred in my seat and diverted my eyes from Allison and her new hot friends. Lady Gaga and her wild music video ensemble was my focal point. Hell, I‟d look at anything right now to keep from shifting my gaze towards the threesome or Danny. What a pickle. “So, I‟d be wrong to pin this fancy ride on you?” I asked, doing my best to keep the conversation going. “Well sort of. Anthony and Edgardo were the ones who put the party together, scheduled everything and did this from New York. I swung by the hotel to pick them up when you and Ava…uhh, do I have something disgusting on my face?” “No.” I snapped my attention to him and instantly regretted it. The lusty glimmer in his eyes had me squeezing my thighs together. “Of course not. Why, why would you think that?”

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“Because you‟re avoiding looking at me and it‟s starting to crush my confidence.” “Oh, I‟m sorry. I didn‟t mean to be rude. It‟s just…” My words trailed off into heavy breathing when his eyes briefly lowered to my chest and his tongue eased out to swipe over his upper lip. Visions of his him planting wet kisses along my collarbone, down the cleft of my breasts and on my aching nipples washed into my mind as I gawked at his tantalizing lips. The snug corset constricted my frantic breathing. I coughed to hide the moan dangling in my throat. He took a sighing breath, chuckled then wagged his finger at me. “You, you look kinda like―you know who you remind me of?” “Angela Basset!” Allison called out, suddenly all up in our conversation. “She hears that all the time. On the flight out here, a bunch of people tried to get her autograph.” I slid narrowed eyes in her direction. Grinning like Chester the cat, she winked at me, and then turned back to her company. How the hell was she monitoring my conversation with the two hot guys at her side dueling for her attention? “Yes!” Danny nodded in agreement. “That‟s who I was thinking of. Wow, you could be related to her. Are you?”

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“Thank you. No, no relation. That would be cool though.” “Cool for her,” he crooned, leaning in closer to me. “You‟re sexier.” Yeah, right. Men and their pick-up lines… “Ha! Now, there‟s a line I‟ve never heard before.” “Does it get me brownie points?” I gave him a bashful shrug. “Maybe.” “Maybe? Okay, I‟ll take a maybe over a flat out no any day.” “Like someone would say no to you,” I said under my breath. The corner of his mouth raised into a smirk. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Ms. Destiny.” “Yeah, I bet.” Returning his side smile, I ripped my gaze from his enticing lips. Ten minutes into the ride and casual, slightly awkward, conversation, a haze took over me. I shook my head and tried to blink it away, but it only grew stronger. What was that? “You okay?” Danny‟s voice echoed through my mind like he was a figment of my imagination, like I wasn‟t really awake. I reached out to see if he real, a drunken reaction on my part. He caught my hand and sidled closer to me. “Destiny?”

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At first, I thought it was the alcohol I downed, but as pungent smoke wafted through the vehicle, I realized it wasn‟t the alcohol at all. Marijuana?! She didn‟t… I cast a glance in Allison‟s direction, just in time to see her take a deep drag from a tiny pink glass pipe. The same glass pipe she promised she wouldn‟t bring with her. Crazy ass woman! “What the hell!” I screeched out, glaring at her. “Uh-uh girl, you told me you wouldn‟t…” My words slurred, which made me angrier. “Ugh, I‟m catching a contact high. You are such a bitch.” “What‟s the big deal?” Allison had the nerve to ask as she offered the pipe to me. “Here, take a hit.” Coughing out puffs of smoke, she patted her chest. “You need to get high. You‟re too damned wound up.” I wanted to snatch her crazy ass out of the seat and wring her little neck. “You are unbelievable, woman,” I hissed through clenched teeth. I swear I‟m going to kick her narrow behind all the way back to Atlanta. “I oughta slap you.” “Party pooper,” she taunted, handing the pipe to Edgardo, who took it with a smile. “She used to be a ton of fun you guys. I wish you knew her back in the good ole days.” Edgardo took one hit and heaved out a cough. “Damn, this some good dank…”

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“You‟re like a freaking teenager. I can‟t believe you brought that crap with you.” “I wanna put this whole pipe in my mouth and eat it,” Edgardo jested between heady chuckles. “This is the best crap I‟ve ever had.” “You‟re making me jealous. Puff, puff pass, man,” Anthony said with his hand out. I dropped my head in my hands and groaned. I haven‟t been high since college. A simple contact high had me about to tip out of my seat and giggle at their silliness. Already this night was screwed up. Danny took me by the shoulders and drew me back against him. “Easy now. Just calm down.” “You don‟t understand. She always does this kinda stuff. That‟s why I stopped hanging out with her in the first―God, I hate the way I sound when I‟m high. Do I sound like a chipmunk to you?” “Take a deep breath.” “As if I could do that in this gown. Besides, I‟m not anxious to breathe in more of this crap.” He slipped his hand over my belly and pressed in. It forced me to abruptly exhale then suck in a deep breath. Goodness, there would be no coming back from this, I just knew it.

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“There. Now close your eyes, relax yourself and lay your head on my shoulder.” “I would love to relax. Really, I would, but this gown―ugh, how did women wear this mess? You can‟t breathe, you can‟t move…” I took in a dramatic, gasping inhale then exhaled on a drawn out whistling heave. “You hear that? I‟m wheezing now! Was it considered normal for the women in the past to restrict their lungs to the point of wheezing? What is it, the less you can breathe, the hotter you look? This is madness.” I chortled and slapped my hands over my mouth. “My God, I do sound like a chipmunk!” His lips were tight in restrained laughter. “I think I can help you. May I?” “I dunno. May you?” I countered beneath an airy giggle, feeling overwhelmingly giddy. He chuckled. “May I loosen your back lace?” I pondered on the question for a few seconds. Not sure why. Maybe for dramatic effect or something. Whatever…God, I’m high! “Sure.” I twisted around to give him access to the lacings. “Not too much, or my boobies will pop out.” Leaning in close to me, he whispered, “Now wouldn‟t that be a lovely sight.” First, I felt the tug of the fabric. Next, his heated fingers gliding across my flesh. I squirmed at the simmering contact, but wanted more, much more. I arched

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my back as the pressure over my torso eased up. “How‟s it feel now?” “Oh yeah, much better,” I breathed out on a moan. “Does it now?” His hands feathered up and down my ribs, just beneath my breasts. “You know, your friend‟s right, sweetheart. You are stressing over nothing. Tonight is going to be spectacular. I promise.” His soothing words were like a sweet caress to my tangled nerves. All the nervousness and irritability drifted away. My muscles went lax and my thighs parted beneath the ruffles of the gown. I wasn‟t sure if it was the effects of the drugs or his spellbinding presence, but for the first time, in a very long time, I felt damn good. Carefree. “Talk to me. Tell me more about yourself and your kids. You say you‟re from Atlanta. Born and raised?” Eyes closed, and utterly comfortable in Danny‟s tight embrace, I rattled off my life story to him without a second thought. Stroking my arm, he listened and chuckled when I unconsciously made jokes. Never mind the fact we‟d been riding for more than the allotted time it took to get to the Masquerade, or at least it felt that way. It seemed like forever had passed. Although I was stoned out of my mind, I didn‟t think it should take forever to get to the building hosting the affair. For one, our destination was right on the outskirt on the French Quarter, which was no

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more than about fifteen minutes from our hotel. Would I be wrong to assume me and my promiscuous friend had been abducted by three gorgeous strangers? Sounded like something that only happened in dreams. “My spidey senses are buzzing,” I drawled in the middle of my life story. “Uh oh,” he laughed. “We‟re not going to the Masquerade, are we?” “Sure we are. Just not the one you two intended to go to.” “Seems kinda far.” “Aw, don‟t worry Destiny, we‟ll be there momentarily.” His fingertips traced lazy circles along my bare shoulders. “That‟s not my name, ya know,” I confessed on a sigh. “I figured that much,” he whispered sweetly against my temple. “It suits you though.” Drawn into his sensuality, I snuggled deeper against him. “Care to tell me exactly where we‟re going?” “It‟s a surprise.” “I don‟t like surprises.” His voice dropped an octave and his accent flowed out when he crooned, “You‟ll like this one.”

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“You seem so sure, and you don‟t even know me.” I abruptly jerked upright and turned to stare at him. “God, you‟re not gonna rape and kill us, are you?” Like he would say yes to that. It was a stupid question, and it sounded even stupider said aloud, but I couldn‟t stop myself. All of the twisted thoughts floating around in my clouded head just came out on impulse. He bellowed out in laughter. “Rape and kill you? No m‟dear, I‟d never do both. It‟s either one or the other.” “Well if you‟re still trying to decide, I‟d prefer to be raped, please, not killed.” Now I know for sure I was high as the Heavens. “I‟ll keep that in mind,” he chortled. “But, I have a better idea. How „bout I don‟t do either of those awful things and we make love instead.” Giggling halfheartedly, I shook my head. “You have to be in love to make love, Sir Danny, if that‟s your real name.” “Daniel Lérue is the name. I have no need for aliases.” Delicately, he fingered the curve of my chin and drew my face close to his. So close, I could see the specks of gold in his green eyes. “If you‟re already in love when you make love, then what is there to make?” “Touche,” I sighed, lost in his emerald world. Suddenly, there were faint moans wafting through the vehicle. I turned to

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focus through the dimness and fog. Shocked, I sucked in a sharp whiff of the polluted air and covered my mouth with my hands. Lips hovering millimeters from Allison‟s, Edgardo‟s pink tongue was extended and dueling with hers. Beneath the waistband of his trousers, her hand visibly pumped his member at a rapid pace. On her other side, her right leg was splayed over Anthony‟s lap while his arm was buried between her thighs, hand lost in the ruffles of her gown. Her moans grew louder as his arm moved in and out of the puffy fabric. Her hips rose and gyrated with his strokes, quickening his pace. Tremors rolled through her and hitched her movements. In my mind, the scene played in slow motion. I shifted in my seat. Allison‟s moans deepened and blended with the music flowing through the vehicle. Stunned and too aroused to look away, I clutched at the skirt of my gown and released the shuddering breath I‟d been holding. Envy picked at my nerves. How I wish I were as bold as her. All her life, she went for what she wanted and most of the time, she got it. It made me look back at my life with regrets. I wasn‟t a bad looking chick. I could do the same things she did. So why didn‟t I? Here I was, sitting next to this gorgeous man, who I truly wanted with a passion, and I couldn‟t even look at him without wilting into a ball of shyness. It was beyond pathetic.

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“Destiny.” I almost ignored him, or better yet, tried to. He touched my hand and whispered my fake name again. When I turned to him, I squeezed his hand and swallowed hard. His eyes were glazed over in pure lust. My body gushed and I stifled back a whimper. “If this is making you uncomfortable…” “No, it‟s…wow.” I breathed out. “I, I don‟t know what to say.” Seriously, I didn‟t, but I did know one thing. I needed them to continue. The longer I watched, the easier it would be to muster up the courage to do what I‟ve wanted to do since his enchanting gaze took a hold of me, grab his beautiful face and kiss him like I‟d never kissed a man before. Putting a halt on my hidden desire, Danny called out, “Okay, that‟s enough you three.” He clapped his hands just as the Hummer drew to a stop. “We‟re here. Save some for the party.” Didn‟t he mean after the party? Anthony retracted his hand from Allison‟s forest of fabric and waved it over his nose. She groaned in protest and slid her leg off his lap. Edgardo righted himself and winked at me. I repressed a coy smile and wiped the steam from the glass so I could look out the window to see exactly where here was. I saw nothing but large trees spread over a vast land and masked people, dressed in lavish, dated

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attire, heading in one direction. “Masks on.” His smiling eyes boring in to mine, Danny pulled the lacy, rubber strap out from my mask and placed it over my head. To my surprise, the plastic faceplate, beneath the array of colorful feathers, fit comfortably over the top half of my face. He slid on his own mask and took my hand. “Let the fun begin.”

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Entry Four Stuffed ‘Shrooms

The door was pulled open by the chauffeur and a gust of chilling air rushed in. Danny guided me out of the vehicle until my feet were firmly on the ground. What I couldn‟t see from the comfort of the stretch Hummer was now in plain sight. A large, stunning Victorian mansion, slightly hidden by a copse of trees. “Exquisite,” I extolled beneath a breath of astonishment. “Isn‟t it? It‟s one of the oldest houses in New Orleans, practically a monument.” Danny led me along through the milling guests to the entrance. I struggled to keep in pace with his long strides. The frilly in-skirt and hem of the gown brushed across the cobblestone as I skipped up the treads following his lead. As soon as we entered, the drop bass from the music followed by the thunderous applause smacked me in the face. In congrats for something that was a mystery to me, men patted Danny on the back, gave him handshakes and fist bumps. Giggling and squealing with excitement, a number of women all but threw themselves into his arms and

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peppered his face with kisses. Now I felt even more out of place. I inched away, well, not voluntarily. Danny‟s numerous female admirers more or less pushed me out of the way. I didn‟t mind much. After what I‟d just seen on the ride over here, any reason to step away and catch my breath was good for me. The mansion‟s interior was nothing like the exterior. From outside, I thought I would walk into a perfectly preserved historical décor. Nope. This ancient structure was decked out in modern design from the coved lighted, tan marble ceiling to the checkerboard wood flooring. As I meandered through the crowd toward the buffet table layered with hors d‟oeuvres, a giddy couple darted passed me and skipped up the steps to the second level. Hovering around the foot of the stairs, I stared up after them, wondering what they were so happy about. All too anxious, they disappeared behind a frosted glass wall that reached across the length of the upper floor. Through the misty barrier, their silhouettes became tangled in a mass of dancing shadows. This made me more curious to know what was happening on the other side of the partition. I shot a glance back at the foyer. Still surrounded by people, Danny tried to make his way into the house.

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Didn‟t look like that was going to happen anytime soon, so I allowed my stomach to lead me to the food bar. While mulling over what to snack on first, Edgardo snuck up on me and whispered smoothly in my ear, “It‟s his birthday, ya know.” I turned and met with those soulful chocolate eyes encased in a silver mask. “Whose?” I choked out, sidling down the table to space out the sudden closeness between us. Grinning mischievously, he sidestepped into my path. “Danny‟s.” He reached past me to grab a stuffed mushroom. “Yeah?” Well now I know what the fuss was all about. “Why didn‟t he tell me?” Shrugging, he hummed I don’t know as he shoved the tasty bit in his mouth. “He‟s bashful „bout that kinda stuff, I think.” Chewing ever so slowly, he lowered his bold gaze to my cleavage. Nibbling nervously on my lower lip, I peered around for Allison, but couldn‟t find her through the crowded room. “Where‟s Alli―er…?” What was the name she gave herself? Eva, Kyla? Screw it! “My friend, the sassy blonde, where is she?” Not bothering to look away from my busty chest, he nodded toward the great room. “Shaking that ass.”

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Through the open French doors, I saw Allison out in the middle of the dance floor, shaking that ass, and of course, garnering the attention of all men around her. Anthony was right there with her, goading her on and trusting his pelvis into her backside. I snickered at the sight. Nothing new about that. The woman commanded attention everywhere she went. “Goddamn, these stuffed „shrooms are blazing,” Edgardo extolled in a lethargic tone, his mouth full of mushrooms. “Have you tasted these? It‟s like an explosion of flavor in my mouth! What are in these things?” He held one of the tasty morsels in the air. “Yo‟ who made these „shrooms?! Man, they‟re so good…mmm, I‟m „bout to start a straight up love affair with these things!” he bellowed out before popping it in his mouth. The crowd erupted in laughter. Giggling, I shook my head and said, “Anything would be delicious to you right now.” A devilish smirk tilted the side of his mouth. “Including you.” “Hmm,” I hummed, pretending I didn‟t hear him. In the break of the music, a woman‟s shrill of passion lit up the airways. It came from the second floor. I shifted my sights up to the ivory railing. Empty. By the way people casually carried on their conversations you‟d think I had been the

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only one who heard her. “Did you hear…?” Wiping his hands on a napkin, Edgardo slanted his head in a curious manner. “Never mind. What‟s up there on the second floor?” Eyes glimmering from beneath the mask, he crooned, “Paradise.” “Really? Care to elaborate?” In one lengthy step, he eliminated the space between us. Suddenly his body was all over me. I sucked in a gasping breath and froze. His lips grazed across my bare shoulder while his fingers played along the length of my neck. This man oozed brazen, raw sexuality. “Uhm, Edgardo…” Part of me wanted to push him away, but after what I witnessed in the limo, I kind of wanted to experience his lips on me. Just a little taste. Was it wrong for me to want this? “You smell so good.” His hips pushed my rear end back against the table and send instant shudders rippling up and down my body. “Anyone ever tell you, you have perfect skin. So soft. So sexy.” I closed my eyes and fought the need to whimper. It‟s been too long since a man had touched me like this. God, I forgot how good it felt. Streams of lust

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spiraled through me and tweaked at my sensitive nerve endings. My clit and nipples fluttered like butterflies. “Wanna go upstairs with me and experience paradise, mami?” Unable to fight the effects of his sensuality, I pressed my body into his, hating the puffy garment that restricted body contact, and slipped my hand over the back of his head. “I‟ll take that as a yes,” he half chuckled, sliding a hand around my waist. “I want you so bad.” Ha! This, coming from the guy who‟d just made out with my best friend. He probably wanted anyone with a vagina right now, and oddly, that was okay with me. However, if I saw Danny pushed up on Allison like this, I would have big time problem with it. What did that mean? “Ed! What the eff are you doing, dude?” At the sound of Danny‟s voice, I twisted out of Edgardo‟s embrace and shuffled away from him. You‟d think I‟d been caught cheating or something. Damn sure felt like it. Smoothing my shaky hands over my gown, I avoided eye contact with Danny at all cost. What the hell had gotten into me? How could I have allowed Edgardo grope

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me like that? And in public?! Edgardo wavered a little, adjusted the growing bulge in his pants and smiled. “What, Danny? She doesn‟t know anyone here. I‟m trying to keep her company, ya know, show her a great time.” Due to the mask, I couldn‟t see the expression on Danny‟s face, but the tightness of lips said it all. “She‟s not part of that crowd, Ed. Leave her alone.” “You left her alone, so that‟s your bad. Fair game, buddy. Besides, she‟s not complaining.” In that instant, my sista girl attitude kicked in. I planted my fists on my hips and cocked my head. “Don‟t talk about me like I‟m standing here. I can speak for myself.” Apparently not interested in anything I had to say, the pair continued their conversation, or more like argument. “You have plenty to prey on tonight. Leave her alone.” The threat in Danny‟s voice didn‟t pass me by. Maybe it was the effect of the marijuana, but it sort of sounded like he was claiming me. My lips pulled back into a smile. “I can never pass up the sweetest fruit in the bushel.” “Ed…” “Dan…”

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Danny‟s eyes narrowed. “Bro, don‟t make me drop kick your ass on my birthday. „Cause I‟ll so do it.” Play boxing with him, Edgardo pushed out a breathy chuckle. “A‟ight, a‟ight, I‟m off. Claiming your Destiny, huh, birthday boy?” Backing up with his hands up, Edgardo winked at me. “If you need me, I‟ll be upstairs.” I tried not to let my gaze follow him up the treads. “I see you‟ve finally loosened up a bit.” There was sheer amusement in Danny‟s tone. Hoping my embarrassment didn‟t show through the mask, I turned and pretended to be occupied by the food. Well, I didn‟t have to put on much of a façade since I had the munchies like a mother. Damn Allison… “You don‟t have to be shy or embarrassed about what happened. Edgardo has that effect on many women.” I turned to face him and asked in a low murmur, “Can I press rewind, go back and erase that part, please?” A wry smile curved his lips. “Maybe in your mind, but definitely not in Ed‟s. I don‟t care how high he is, he‟s not gonna forget the little exchange you two had.” He took my hand. “Come on, Destiny. Let me show you around a little.” “Abigail,” I corrected. “Gail for short.” “Mmm, Abigail. I like that.” Back stepping and pulling me along with him,

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he drawled, “Love the way it rolls off my tongue.” I concealed my bashful smile with my hand and allowed him to lure me around the house. The beauty of this place was remarkable. It was seven thousand, six hundred and twenty square feet of magnificent splendor. From the study to the parlor, he showed me every room in the house, well except for the rooms upstairs. There was no way he mistakenly omitted that part of the mansion. Uhmm, interesting… The tour ended at the rear of the house where a colorful garden spread out before us. Torches lit along the walkway brought light to this beautiful array. Some flowers were covered with blue tarp to keep the chill in the air from destroying them, but the sight of what wasn‟t covered was still breath-taking. “This house has been in my family for over a hundred years,” Danny explained. “When my dad passed, I took on the responsibility in keeping this place up. Some years back, Katrina rolled through here and did significant damage to the house. Had to do some major repairs and fix the roof. No one lives here, so I rent the place out to production companies for movies and music videos. Two months ago, a couple was married here in the garden.” “Really? Bet it was beautiful.” He brushed an unruly curl from my forehead and uttered, “It was.”

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As heat rushed to my face and cascaded through my body, I briefly looked away from his probing eyes. “So, how old is the birthday boy?” “The big two-eight,” he announced with a boyish grin. “Twenty-eight?” Shaking my head, I pushed air sharply through my teeth. “See, I knew you were cougar bait.” He bellowed out in chesty laughter. “True! Very true. Me and cougars get along just fine.” “Yeah, I‟m sure you do.” For a moment, my gaze was drawn over his head to the silhouettes winding behind the curtains on the second floor. Several blurry shadows paired up, undulated and danced at what looked to be erotic play. Paradise was what Edgardo called the area. I wonder… “I‟d sure like to know what paradise is like,” I muttered inwardly. “„Scuse me?” I pointed over his head. “The second floor.” He didn‟t even bother to turn around and look. “Uh-huh.” “Edgardo told me it‟s paradise upstairs and I can‟t help but notice you left that particular section of the mansion out of the tour.” Toying with the strap of my purse, I eyed the growing curl on his lips. “Are you hiding something from me, Danny?”

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Laughing, he wet his lips with the brief swipe of his tongue and slipped his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I admit, I‟m hiding the second floor from you.” “Why?” I asked in song. “Uhm, well, I didn‟t want…” His posture stiffened and his eye darted about. Watching him shift around nervously made me feel like I‟d asked him something I shouldn‟t have. “Look, if telling me this is causing you this much grief then don‟t worry about it. I don‟t have to know that badly.” “No, it‟s cool.” He huffed out a ragged breath then cleared his throat. “Truth is, I didn‟t want to drop this bomb on you just yet, seeing that you have this…innocence about you. This may sound weird since we just met, but I feel like there‟s a…a connection between us, ya know…something I haven‟t felt in a long time. I didn‟t want to screw that up, but I knew I wouldn‟t be able to keep it secret all night.” “Keep what secret?” “Alright, before I tell you…” He paused, took a deep breath then flipped the mask on top of his head, exposing his blushed, handsome face. “I want to ask you something, but you have to promise not to get mad.” Tilting my head, I batted my eyes at him flirtatiously. “Now, what could you possibly ask me that could make me mad?” “Well…” With a coy gleam in his emerald eyes, he pushed out a hard exhale.

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“Are you―do you wanna have sex with Edgardo?” “What?” I squealed in shock. “I mean, it‟s okay if you do.” “Oh God…” “Wait, I shouldn‟t have asked…” “No, let me explain something…” “No, no you don‟t have to explain. I just wanted to know, just being nosey, I guess,” he blurted out in a rush. “Dammit, should‟ve kept my mouth shut.” “Danny, hush for a second and let me explain.” He snapped his lips shut and clasped his hands behind him. “Despite on what you think I‟m used to, the woman standing in front of you is…let‟s say, a born again virgin.” “Nooo…” he drawled in a joking manner. “Yeeess,” I mimicked. “A man hasn‟t touched me the way Edgardo did in a very long time. You see, my whole life is about my kids, both my own and the ones in my class. Every waking hour is spent doing for them. I guess you can say I‟m a teacher through and through. Believe me when I say, sex is not a part of my life, at all. I don‟t think about it, I don‟t read about, I don’t do it.” Eyes widened, he seemed taken aback by her confession. “You serious? I can‟t believe you‟d deny yourself the simple pleasures of sex.” He made it sound as

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though it was just as important as breathing air. “I‟m not denying myself anything I‟m not used to. The last years of my marriage was…let‟s just say, the sex was nothing to shout about. So when we got divorced, I completely erased sex from my life. It was easy to do, considering I didn‟t get anything out of it.” I thought on my next set of words before continuing. “I was happy with my life of celibacy, totally content, until, well…I saw you, and then there‟s the episode in the Hummer…I don‟t know how to say it. Things were awakened in me. Not to mention, Allison‟s been talking about sex since we got here. It‟s all she talks about.” “Ah, Allison. So that‟s her name? Yeah, she totally looks like an Allison.” He folded his lips in and shook his head. “So, you wouldn‟t have sex with Edgardo, if given the chance?” Glancing down at the nothing on the ground, I ran nervous fingers over my chignon. “Honestly, I‟d prefer it be you,” I admitted beneath a whisper. “Oh?” He placed his hand to his chest. “Wow, I was hoping you‟d say that.” “You were?” “Yes, oh my God, I‟ve been throwing signals at you all night! How could you not know that I wanted you?” “Well I thought…” While trying to calm the sudden bout of hyperventilation rising with each breath, I turned my back to him. God, I couldn‟t believe I was

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doing this. “Being with you is like a…a fantasy. I mean, I want to be with you, but…” Lacing and unlacing my fingers, I babbled on. “All those beautiful woman in there begging for your attention and it‟s your birthday…” From behind, his hands eased around my waist and his lips pressed softly into the side of my neck. “I only want you,” he moaned. “I have to tell you…” “Okay…” Enthralled by his embrace, I reached back to slide my fingers into his hair. “I‟m a swinger,” he confessed on a whisper. “A what?” Flabbergasted, I whirled around and scuttled back. “Swinger? What―what‟s that mean? You swing both ways?” His cheeks flushed red and his eyes became wide as saucers. “No! Never that! I‟m not gay! Oh my God, that‟s what you think?” “Well that‟s what comes to mind when I hear the word swinger.” “No way!” He ran a trembling hand through his hair, shook his head and laughed softly. “Oh Abigail, you are full of innocence, aren‟t you? Maybe I should explain.” Prepared to hear him out, I folded my arms under my breasts and tilted my head. “I‟m all ears.” “Okay, it‟s a sexual lifestyle. Social sex if you will. I have sex with single and committed women, mostly married women at the consent of their partners. I have

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an overactive sex drive, as do Edgardo and Anthony, so to release that urge, we became swingers.” I thought on his explanation for a second then snickered. “So you and your friends are certified whores.” He doubled over in laughter. “No one has ever put it that way, but…yeah, I guess you could say that.” “Hm, living the perfect single man‟s fantasy,” I continued with a smile. “You get to have sex with as many women as you want with no drama or the responsibility of a commitment.” “For the most part. I‟ve ran into my share of women who wanted to leave their spouses to be with me. I don‟t make it a habit of enticing other men‟s wives, but it‟s difficult to have sex with someone and not get attached. More so for the women.” Hands clasped behind his back, he took a step toward me. “Wow, I‟m surprised by your reaction to this. I thought you‟d be… disgusted with me.” “No, not at all. Who am I to judge?” I dropped my eyes and fiddled the lacy piece of my gown. “Sooo…I guess it‟s safe to say you‟re pretty good at what you do, since you‟ve had so much practice and all.” “Many would say so.” He chuckled. “Would you like to find out first hand?” The warmth of his body spread through me and his fluttering breath tickled my ear as he drew me against him. “Please say yes.”

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“Oh goodness,” I gasped, shuddering in his embrace. “I wanna hear you say it.” His hands smoothed up my sides and over the curve of my breasts. “Please Abigail. I want you.” Panting, I latched onto to his arms. His tongue swiped over my shoulder then trailed a hot path to my earlobe where he pulled it between his lips and sucked on it. That did it! A sweet hum sailed through me. My legs wobbled beneath me. “Danny…” “Yes, sweetheart.” His teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. Moaning, I leaned into the sensual teasing of his mouth. There was a quivering in the pit of my stomach. It cascaded to my core and danced around my clit. My breathing hitched. My hips jerked. Warm liquid oozed from between my nether lips and trickled pass my thin, lacy panties. “Come upstairs with me.” Could I really do this after so long? Have sex with a man I just met? I sure damn wanted to, but… “I‟m, I‟m not used to this, okay.” “I know. I‟ll be gentle and love you slow,” he promised on a whisper. Just as the words left his mouth, I imagined his head lodged between my legs and his powerful arms wrapped around my thighs. As the vision caressed the walls of my mind, I found myself being led back into the house.

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Entry Five The Second Floor

Heated stares followed us as Danny guided me up the steps toward paradise. Some guys flashed knowing smiles while a group of the ladies cast envious scowls. They all knew. I tried to ignore it all and focus on the climb. The voluminous skirts of the gown made it difficult to step up the treads. For one I couldn‟t see my feet, which was why I was grateful Danny moved at a snail‟s pace. We got to the landing and he paused. “Ready?” Clutching the gown in anticipation, I nodded. “Take a deep breath and close your eyes.” I complied and allowed him to draw me forward. Beneath the slow grooving music playing softly in the background, a symphony of moans and groans reached my ears. Next, my senses were stroked with the ripe, musky scent of sex. My eyes popped opened and I gasped at the sight before me. From corner to corner of the cavernous room, naked bodies were entwined

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in a mass of eroticism. Still wearing their masks, people were paired up in two, threes, even fours, enjoying raw, unadulterated sex. Even the striking paintings along the wall were an exotic display of sexual desire. Mouthwatering and heartbeat quickening, I took the scene all in. I couldn‟t believe my eyes. Never in my life had I ever seen anything this hot, not even on the porn I used to sneak and watch as a teenager. This live show was a serious revelation to my innocent eyes. Danny tried to pull me along, rush me through the room, for the sake of my innocence, I guess. Not happening. Streaming along with the sensual moans and cries, flesh smacked against flesh, mouths slurped, sucked and hummed. It all washed into my senses, arousing me to no end and enhanced my need to be penetrated by the gorgeous blonde man who was more than willing to satisfy my needs. To my right, two women were feasting on each other, thrusting their pussies into one another‟s mouths. On all fours, a man eased behind the women on top, spread her butt cheeks and buried his thick tongue deep into her puckered rosette. She threw her head back, golden locks propelling, and surged her behind onto his mouth. I found myself moaning with her. I could only imagine how wonderful it felt to have two mouths working me over with such rapturous greed.

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“Oh my…” I shifted my eyes to my left. Milky legs splayed as a tall mocha brother plunged into her inner core repeatedly, another woman screamed out profanities in Spanish, her face contorted into picture of pure lust. Mouths latched on to her breasts, two other women suckled and lapped at her nipples, while they took the brunt of long cocks sliding deep within their gushing pussies. Wow. Everywhere I looked, I was presented with an ongoing tableau of raw desire. The sensitive nerves in my body twittered. The peak of my womanhood danced. My nipples budded to an achy hardness. Now, instead of trying to lead me, Danny held my hand and allowed me to wander through the room at my own pace, visually drinking up the sexual decor. I stepped over limbs and writhing bodies, careful not to interrupt the flow of ecstasy. Deeper in the mix, I spotted Allison. In nothing but her mask, white thigh high stockings and heels, she impelled her rear end back onto Anthony‟s extra-large shaft, leaving traces of her glistening essence along the condom. Being the dominate woman she was, Allison controlled the rhythm. His hands gripping her hips and his head flung back, Anthony held on for

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the ride. In front of her, Edgardo‟s face was bunched in a grimace of satisfaction as she swallowed his full length, in milking strokes. Having unraveled her bun, Edgardo‟s hands were tangled into her hair, his hips bucking and stuttering with the pace of her slurping lips and tongue. Too caught up in the pleasure of Allison‟s body to notice Danny and I standing there watching them, both men groaned in delight. I threw a curt glance at my green eyed beauty then turned back to Allison‟s pink lips gliding back and forth over Edgardo‟s mauve staff. I licked my lips and couldn‟t help but wonder what Danny‟s cock would feel like sliding across my tongue. As if he could read my thoughts, Danny moved up behind me and branded my neck with his hot mouth. Succumbing to his heated desire, I leaned into him and tilted my head to the side. “I‟d planned to take you somewhere private, but if we don‟t get out of here, I‟m gonna have my way with you right here, right now, for all to see,” he warned huskily. “And I just might let you,” I breathed out without missing a beat. There was a sharp tug on my back laces. The fabric suddenly loosened around my torso. I slapped my hands over my bosom to keep my girls from bouncing out. Of course, I‟m sure no one in this crowd would mind.

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“Sure „bout that? I can have you undressed in less than ten seconds.” “I don‟t know.” I offered an impish smile over my shoulder. “There‟s a lot of layers to this gown.” Through the sexual chorus, the sharp whizzing from the zipper on the lower half of my gown jolted me. The snugness around my waist fell slack. His brows wiggled daringly. “That a challenge?” Damn, he‟s good. Took me damn near fifteen minutes to get into this mass of thread, silk and lace, and he was stripping it off me with ease. I grabbed onto the skirt to keep it from pooling at my feet. “Well Sir Danny, is this how you treat a lady? Strip her of her garments on the first night?” I jested, in an attempt to hide the waves of excitement and lust barreling through me. “Oh, I‟ll show you how I treat a lady.” He looped an arm around my waist. “Come with me. I can‟t wait anymore.” At the end of the room, he threw a door open like a man on a mission and pulled me into a private bedroom. Like the rest of the house, this room was lavishly enriched with stylish paintings and retro furnishings, but I didn‟t stop to study the decor. To be honest, I didn‟t care to. I was too aroused to lay my sights on anything but the extra hot stud eyeing me hungrily through hooded lids. Smoothly, he pushed the jacket and cape from his shoulders and tossed them to the floor.

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After that, I‟m not sure what came over me. Maybe it was the curves and contours of his bulging muscles teasing my eyes through the sheer shirt, or maybe it was my desperate need to have him…I don‟t know, but as soon as the latch on the door clicked, I did something I‟d never done before. I took charge. Without any fear, or the slightest bit of nervousness, I cradled his face and fastened my mouth over his. His moan of surprise was short lived. So was my moment of dominance. My back met the door hard. His powerful body crushed me into it. He drew my lower lip between his lips. I threaded my fingers into his hair then nibbled and lapped at his top lip. Moaning, he sucked on me as I suckled on him. His mouth slanted over mine. I opened up to his thrusting oral muscle. Every ounce of passion I put in the kiss, he returned tenfold! Oh my sweet Jesus! Kissing him was so blissful. Our tongues wound and weaved like mating snakes. Our teeth softly collided. I loved the texture of his mouth, the roughness of his tongue. During our explorative caressing dance, I swallowed his passionate moans and fed him my own. The skirt section of the gown slid down my hips and his hands curved over my ass. Due to the layers wrapped around me, I couldn‟t feel the heat of his hands. Abruptly, he broke away from the kiss, only to rip my mask off.

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I jerked at the sudden violent motion, but once he removed his mask and the simmering hot desire shone through his eyes, I was drawn right back into his pool of feverish need. He caught my wrist when I reached out for him and brought my hand to his lips. One by one, he loosened the fabric over my fingers with his teeth then pulled the glove from my hand and tossed it on the floor. Hooded eyes glued on my face, he removed my other glove in the same manner and then placed my bare hand on his chest and the other over his crotch. His beefy member quivered against my palm. I moaned and with a shaky hand, tenderly caressed the length of him. Holding on to me, he nibbled and kissed on my chin while gyrating his hips with my touch, encouraging my exploration. Beneath my other hand, I could feel his heart rate increase. Mine followed suit. Delirious in lust, I grabbed the collar of his shirt, ripped it open and dragged my tongue across his collarbone to his neck. His flesh was so sweet, so warm. He inhaled sharply through his teeth and trembled against me. “Goodness.” Perturbed by my bold actions, I clasped my hand over my mouth. “I ripped your shirt. Sorry.” He stepped back and looked down, then tore the rest of the shirt from his torso. “Why?” My mouth fell open.

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Stunning, well defined pecks, accentuated by a six-pack abdomen stared back at me. Sparse blond hair lined his lower abdomen and dusted a path along the center of the sexy V dip leading to his hidden manhood. He was so damn buttery fine, I wanted to lick the skin clean off him. As if he knew the sight of his naked chest enticed me, he flexed his pecks and grazed his fingers down the center of his brawny body, eyeing me with a seductive gleam in his eyes. “You like? Come and get me, baby.” I inched toward him, my fingers tingling and itching to run over his flesh. Apparently, I didn‟t move fast enough. He yanked me against him and his mouth latched onto mine. God, I wanted to swallow him whole. I ran my hands over his bare skin, down his smooth sculptured back to his taut backside and squeezed. Groaning, he bucked and pushed his groin into mine. The sudden sound of fabric tearing reached my ears. It took a second to realize he was ripping the inner layer of the dress off my body. Allison‟s going to freaking kill me! The bodice fell from my torso, allowing my breasts to bounce free and the gown‟s lower section wafted to my feet like fallen leaves. I stood before him, presented in nothing but the lacy half-slip, gold thigh high stockings with tiny gold bows on the side, my pumps and my come soaked

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lace panties. He cupped one of my large globes, kneaded it in his palm and lowered his head to pull a nipple between his soft lips. Within his hot mouth, his tongue tagged and swept over my sensitive, hardened tip until I was mewling and hugging at his head. Flattened against my flesh, he dragged his velvety oral member across the cleft of my chest to my other breast and locked his lips over my areola. Whimpering like a new born puppy, I dug my hands in his dusty golden hair as he suckled on me with burning hunger. Ribbons of felicity spiraled toward my pussy. My legs went slack under me and my eyes crossed when with his teeth grazed over the swelled mound of flesh. Clinging to him, I let out an embarrassing squeal. “Danny, my God!” The inner walls of my sheath contracted and I convulsed against him. Heat surged through my body. My thick honey spewed out me and leaked down my inner thighs. “Yeah baby,” he crooned. Strong arms rounded my waist, his face made home between my heaving breasts and my feet left the floor.

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Entry Six Lusty Command

The soft comforter welcomed my body when he gently laid me down. He whipped the thin half skirt down my legs then stood back to look at me. Self-conscious, I eased my hands up to cover my naked, pronounced breasts. He grunted his disapproval. “Don‟t you dare.” His darkening gaze slid up and down my frame. “You are so amazingly beautiful. Why would you want to hide yourself from me?” Head tilted, he licked his lips. “Slide your panties off, slowly.” Spellbound by his lusty command, I slipped my fingers beneath the string of my panties and pushed them down, slowly, to expose my sexy wax job. Wide and glimmering, his eyes were fixed on my Hitler. I glanced down and smiled. Amusing as it was, although appropriate for the design, Hitler was the name Allison gave the thin strip of curly hair over my mons. I didn‟t think I‟d be showing off my goodies, but now that I was, I‟m thankful I allowed Allison to talk me into getting my crotch beautified.

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Holding his attention, I lifted my hips and worked the thin patch of fabric down my thighs. I was never an aggressive lover, nor the type to put on a show to entice a man, but at this point, I would do anything he asked, even as I trembled under his heated scrutiny. His lips parted, his eyes sparkled. The lower I moved the panties down my legs, his breathing became more and more laborious. Beneath his pants, he fondled with his bulge. I wanted to see it, touch it, taste it. I wanted to hear his moans, to see his face drawn in a picture of rapture. My tongue danced behind my lips at the thought. “Abigail, you‟re driving me crazy,” he admitted on a husky whisper. I loved having this kind of power over him. “Am I?” Once the panties were dangling around my ankles, he grabbed the heels of my shoes and held my legs straight up in the air. His fingers grazed a lazy path down my legs, across the back of my thighs and over my swollen labia, shy of my aching clit. I clutched the sheets in anticipation. My heated passion drained down the cleft of my butt. He followed that course with a single finger and left my body shivering for more. With his hooded gaze locked on me, he brought his finger to his mouth and

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slipped it between his lips. His eyes drifted close. Visually, his cock jerked beneath his pants. He moaned and drew my panties over my feet then pressed them to his nose. Awestruck, I watched him take several deep inhales of my aroma and extend his tongue to lick the damp material. Wow. Smiling, he opened his eyes. “Intoxicating.” He placed my bunched garment on the nightstand and then splayed my legs wide, exposing my throbbing peak and pink, dewy opening. His Adam‟s apple bobbed as he stared at me with an animalistic hunger in his eyes. I liked this, the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel. God, it‟s been so long. Was I truly ready for this though? Would I be able to handle him? Most importantly, would I be able to walk away from him after tonight without longing for his touch, or his addictive kiss again? The more I thought about, the more nervous I became. Suddenly, I was completely aware of what I was doing, and the affect it would have on me in the long run. Sure, I wanted him, but… I tried to close my knees shut, but he held them at bay. “Don‟t be afraid, Abigail. I‟m not gonna hurt you.” I propped up on my elbows. “No, I don‟t think that. It‟s just…” Becoming lost

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in his starry gaze, I diverted my eyes. He crawled over me, gently handled my chin and turned my head to face him. “Let‟s make this our night. Right now you are a different woman and I am a different man. I want you to feel me, to enjoy me, to go wild. There‟s only me and you in this room, no one else. This is our world. You are mine and I am yours.” Ever so lightly, his hand brushed over my belly and traveled down to my wet spot, where he cupped me. “Can you do that for me? Be mine for one night?” His palm pressed into my quivering clit. The pressure drove me insane. Violent tremors coursed through me. Digging my head into the comforter, I rolled my hips to thrust my pussy deeper into his hand. “Yes, that‟s it,” he crooned. “There‟s my Abigail.” He slid down my body and crouched between my legs. With his index and middle finger, he spread my nether lips apart. He blew on my clit and smiled when I sharply sucked in a strangled whiff of air. Already moist with the slick secretions of my arousal, the small bundle of nerves throbbed beneath his finger‟s gentle strokes. His sensual assault made my body wriggle and jerk uncontrollably. Up, down, round and round, fast, slow…He would get me to the brink of climax then change direction and make his touch as light as a feather. I reached down, and tried to stop his hand, only because the sensation was

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both pleasurable and maddening at the same time. Chuckling with a wicked gleam in his eyes, he swatted my hand away. “I haven‟t even begun to work your body. You betta be in for a long night.” He circled my opening, strummed the twittering glands there then delved a finger deep inside of me. My muscles clamped down on him. He pushed out a throaty groan. “Damn baby, you‟re so tight.” “Years of no sex,” I reminded him bashfully. “That‟s alright. I‟ll get you nice and ready for me.” He proceeded to caress and seduce my insides in slow, generous strokes, working his finger in an arcing motion to spread my snug walls. Caught up in the heavenly feeling, I moved my hips with his rhythm, my breath hitching and my body trembling. He added another finger. The wetness of my channel made sloshing suction noises as he probed me. “Like that?” he asked, nibbling on my inner thigh. “God, yes. Feels wonderful.” I sought out my breast with one hand and slid the other over his hand. I plucked and squeezed my nipple. The combination of the two sensations indulged my body to the point of no return. The blissful waves sailing through me were growing in sweet, budding increments. I wanted so badly for him to quicken the pace, to reach that peak just a little faster, but he was content to keep his thrust

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unhurried. This gorgeous man would make me endure the tortuous seduction. Lapping and nipping from one thigh to the other, he made moist trails, drawing closer to my damp crease. My fingers literally dug into the comforter, I squirmed and thrashed about, battling the urge to wrap my legs around his head. With one strong arm, he looped my leg over his shoulder, hugged my thigh and pinned my hips to the bed. “Easy now. We‟re gonna take this slow, okay.” “Nooo,” I whined. “Please…” “You‟ll love it.” “Danny, please…” While fingering me, he extended his tongue between my labia and swirled it around my swollen nubbin. Eyes fixed on mine, he flicked the sensitive flesh in a quickening snake-like motion. He concentrated on the glands beneath my swollen nubbin, going slow, fast, and then slow again. “Oh Jesus,” I gasped. My hips heaved forward, which drew a chesty moan from his soft lips. He latched onto my clit and began to suckle with intensity. My head spun out of control. The sweet suction of his mouth sent my nectar expelling out of me in a rush. “Oh yeah, baby, give it to me,” he coaxed on a gruff moan.

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Burying my fingers in his hair, I jutted my pussy into his mouth and howled out my release. He withdrew his fingers from my spasming sex and smeared my pearlescent honey over my nipples. “Lick it off,” he demanded, taking long swipes of my crème. “Mm, I could eat your pussy all night. You are so delicious.” As commanded, I pushed my girls together and slowly bathed my nipples with my tongue, lapping up every bit of my essence. My bittersweet wine coated my taste buds, and kicked the freak in me up another notch. “I am delicious,” I murmured seductively in agreement. Caught in the beam of his gaze, I dipped two fingers inside of my dripping snatch and served them to him. His warm tongue and moaning mouth slid back and forth over my digits as his franticly fondled his engorged manhood through the stretched fabric of his pants. My mouth watered for a taste of him. On a sultry drawl, I ordered him to, “Take it out.” “Yes ma‟am.” He slid off the bed, shot to his feet and discarded his boots. After unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, he pushed them down his muscular legs. Ever so slightly curved, his long, impressive lance stood out in a nest of shiny, blonde curls. It was stunning, in addition to his strong, manly

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physique. Goodness, he was beautiful all over! Eyes fixed on his protruding muscle, I got onto my hands and knees and reached for him. He caught my hand a few inches shy of his penis. I peered up into his starry green gaze. A devilish grin played on his face. “Think I‟m done with you?” I shifted my eyes from his face back to his rock hard cock and licked my lips. “You…you got me so anxious. I‟ve never felt like this before…” Or craved a man’s shaft as badly as I crave yours. Bottom lip caught between his teeth, he stepped out of the puddle of pants. His shaggy hair dangling down the sides of his face, he climbed onto the bed and laid on his back. Sliding his fingers over my leg, he gently tugged on me. “C‟mere.” Just a tad bit nervous about being mounted on his anaconda, I started to straddle his hips. “No.” He grasped my thigh in midair. “I have something else in mind.” He extended an index finger and tapped his curling lips. “I want your ass right here.” The moist bud between my folds quivered at his soft spoken command. Not sure if I should mount his face like a naughty woman with a cause or ease into it like the innocence doe I was, I hesitantly reversed my position. With

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my big booty in the air and my gaze zoned in on his staff, I sidled closer to his head. Goodness, I can’t believe I’m about to do this! “Oh c‟mon!” Laughing, he lunged up and grabbed my hips. “Just jump on me already.” He looped an arm under my thigh, cocked my leg in the air and locked his hot mouth over my pussy. Panting, I latched onto his thigh to hold myself steady in the awkward oneleg-up, position. The tip of his tongue played little teasing games with my clit and ran over the nerves along my crease to my damp channel where it dove in. In and out, he greedily plunged me, rimmed me, and feasted on me. I couldn‟t stop moaning, hissing and gasping. He was incredibly nasty, and I loved it! In a steady sway, he rocked my hips back a forth onto his winding tongue, sending the vibrations of his moans sailing graciously through my body. “Oh…my…Jesus!” I wailed. The sound of him slurping and sucking on me increased the blissful sensation dancing around my pulsating honey well. In no time, I exploded and filled his mouth with my thick passion, which he lapped up in humming satisfaction. Settling back on the bed, he pulled me down with him, wrapped both arms around my thighs, branded my backside with his tight grip and commenced to

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devour my pussy. I arched my back and rolled my hips with the sweeping pace of his tongue. Trapped in the highly erotic position, I stared at the beautiful, stiff rod now presented directly at the tips of my lips. I curled my hand around its thick base and held it firm in my grasp. It stirred against my palm, pulsated. A glistening drop of his essence bubbled up from the small slit on the crown. I licked at it like a thirsty kitten, relishing the taste of him and his muffled groans. Slightly tangy, but flavorful, like raspberries and honey butter, his nectar enticed my taste buds. Rapacious, I wanted more, needed more. I dragged my tongue across his length and swirled it around the satiny head. The sensation of the rigid glands lining the outer rim of his mushroomed tip stimulated my tongue. His moans deepened and hips lurched. On the verge of another powerful climax, I took him in my mouth and slid my lips over the throbbing flesh, simultaneously pumping my curved hand from the base to the center of his staff. “Ohh yeah,” he cried, his hot breath fluttering against my slit. “Oh fuck yeah, that feels so good baby.” It took a few seconds to get into a comfortable groove, but once I got there, I sent him reeling. As he heaved his shaft up into my mouth, I slipped my hand over his sac and massaged his tender jewels. The bag of flesh tightened in my grasp then

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I was gifted with a spurt of his thick sperm. Desiring more, I quickened my suction, sliding the tip of my tongue between the small slit on every downward plunge. It wasn‟t long before the abrupt flow of his come shot down the back of my throat, which compelled my body to once again contract and release. Filling the room with muffled cries, I undulated and grinded my pussy into his mouth. He hugged my thighs tightly, sucking and lapping at my gushing essence. Our escalating moans blended together in a harmony of ravenous delight.

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Entry Seven Mine, In One Night

Carefully, Danny flipped me onto my back, maneuvered around to face me and pulled me into his embrace. Shaken and overwhelmed by the billowing sensation snaking through me, I fisted a patch of his silky hair and held fast against him. I‟d never experienced anything like this. I licked traces of his semen from my lips. The heady flavor swirled around my tongue. Was it wrong that I wanted more? In one night, or better yet, in just a few hours, this man had turned me into a cock hungry nymph. “That was amazing,” he mumbled into the crook of my neck. It was better than amazing. More like phenomenal! I wanted to tell him this, but I could do nothing but sputter his name repeatedly as tremors rolled through me. Dang, I was officially sprung on him, and he had yet to enter me. What a lightweight lover I was. Soft, feathery kisses made their way to my lips. The ripe smell of my arousal laced his breath and mingled with his sweet musk. It excited me, heightened my

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senses. Anxious to combine our liquid passions, I clamped my mouth over his and delved into his hot orifice, tasting and lapping at my own secretions. He caught my tongue between his teeth and started sucking on it like a tiny penis. Right when I thought I couldn‟t get any more turned on than I was, he went and proved me wrong. With the weight of his body, he gently forced me onto my back and wedged his hips between my thighs. I opened up like a flower and crossed my ankles behind his backside. His rigid masculinity rested along the cleft of my nether lips. So hot and long, it throbbed against my pearl in an aching rhythm. I grounded my crotch against him, whimpering and pleading for him to plunge into my inviting sheath. “Dammit Danny, look what you‟ve done to me,” I breathed out. He drew back and leered into my face. A lock of curly hair hung lazily over his eye. “Think we can make this a common occurrence?” I smoothed my hands over his bulging biceps and smiled. “Aww, you‟re too cute.” “Cute? Really?” His brows bunched and his lips tightened into a thin line. “I‟m serious, Abigail.” “No, you‟re not,” I sighed beneath a mousy giggle. “You‟re buzzing off a contact high, Danny.”

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“I‟m buzzing off you.” “That‟s sweet to say, but it‟s only a spoken dream.” I gently stroked the hair along the nape of his neck. “We live states apart.” “Easy fix.” “Not to mention, we live totally different lives.” “But we like each other, right?” “You‟re a hot promiscuous stud, who‟s what…eleven years younger than me? And, and…I, I‟m a kindergarten teacher. We‟re total opposites.” “So because of that, you can‟t be with me? Look, swinging is something I can stop at the drop of a hat if I wanted to. Especially, if it affects my relationship with you.” What?! “Relationship with me?” “Yeah, why not? Neither one of us are attached to anyone. If you‟re willing to give it go, then I am too.” His eyes smiled and his cheeks reddened. “Of course, it‟s not a rush. We can take things slow.” Astounded, I stared up at him, my jaw slack. The sincerity in his gaze slapped me in the face. My goodness, he was serious. “Danny…” I faltered, placing my hand on his heaving chest. His heart beat was racing. “What‟s happening here?” “Funny. I‟m usually on the other side of this exchange. This is crazy, but I

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can‟t help the way I feel.” He pushed out an airy chuckle through his teeth then dipped his head to plant his lips on my shoulder. “I want you, and not only for tonight. I wanna see you in the morning…” Leaving a wet trail over my collarbone, he placed his stamp of desire on my skin with his smoldering kisses as he continued, “and the next morning after that, and then the next…” I could so get used to this, being physically adored by a beautiful man, waking up every morning to look into his mesmerizing eyes, but dang, didn‟t I just meet this guy? Sighing breathlessly, I latched onto him, one hand buried in his hair and the other grasped his arm. “Correct me if I‟m wrong, Sir Daniel, but it sorta sounds like you‟re getting attached. I would think that‟s against the swinger rules, right?” His throaty chortle vibrated through me. His tongue danced along the length of my neck. I ran my hands over his back and wriggled beneath him. His hips pressed into my pelvis, adding sweet pressure to my jumping clit. Bracing against him, I dug my head into the mattress and strained out a chesty moan. He drew back. His lips curved into a sheepish smile, he crooned, “Sweetheart, I was attached the moment I laid eyes on you.” He slid his hand between our bodies. “It‟s a done deal. I‟m all yours, baby.” Clasped between his thumb and forefinger was a condom. “Would you do the honors?” I stared at it like it was a foreign object. Well, in my case, it kind of was. “I,

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uh, no…I, I‟d rather you do it.” “Oh c‟mon Abigail.” He took my hand and placed the condom in it. “You‟re not going shy on me now, are you? Not after what we‟ve just shared.” Drawing me forward, he placed my fingers―with the rubber at the end of them―at the crown of his shaft. Thin and slick with lubricant, it slid over the mushroom dome and down his veiny length. I started to recline back, but he caught my arm. “I want you to feel and see me slide into you for the first time.” On his knees, he splayed his strong legs then laid my thighs over his. He seemed calm and collected, prepared to do something he‟d done many times, with many women, but the constant shudders cascading through his body said otherwise. I couldn‟t help but be a little flattered. He lifted my bottom and rolled his hips in a winding motion, causing his cock head to rub up and down my moist valley. My folds fluttered with the torturous friction. His sexy eyes smiling down on me, he positioned himself at the mouth of my core. Ever so eager to have him inside of me, I held onto him and my breath as I watched and waited anxiously for the almighty plunge. “Since it‟s been so long, it may hurt a lit―”

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“Do it,” I demanded on a desperate, harsh growl, literally digging my fingers into his arms. “Now. Please.” He caught his lower lip between his teeth and thrust his hips forward. Swiftly, his cock broke past my opening to journey through my snug passage. The breath I held came out in a rush and was accompanied with a kitten-like shrill. He hauled me up against him. My breasts smashed into his chest. Our pelvises were fused together; our heartbeats and the pounding vessels within our genitals shared the same rapid beat. He rocked me, hugged me tight, and allowed me to ride the first wave of sweet pain. Adjusting to his size was a little more painful than I thought it‟d be. Thank goodness the sting was short lived though. While I suffered my own brief virgin-like experience, he was dealing with some adjusting of his own. Deep, hardly audible moans reached my ears. “Abigail…” His shivers grew. He needed friction. So did I. I started to wiggle and buck against him. He released a strained groan, crushed me against the mattress and hooked an arm under my leg. Okay, here we go… In a long, languid motion, he pulled out, only to dive back into me. I held fast onto the bunched muscles in his thighs as I took the full length of his passion

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over and over again. With his steady, intense stokes, his swelled dagger disappeared and reappeared coated in my thick pearlescent nectar. My body slid back and forth across the silk comforter, my breasts bouncing and his sinew flexing to his unwavering rhythm. The throb of his lance tagged the sensitive nerves within my sheath. It was so good, too damn good. “Ohhh yes, Danny, my God, yeeeesssss…” I eased eager hands around his waist and over the curve of his lower back to cup his ass. I anchored against him and pulled him deeper inside as he worked my body. He started to fuck me harder. Jerky spasms rippled through us both. His moans soared. Clinging onto his brawny arms, I heaved my pussy up to meet his thrusts. On each inward plunge, curly blonde pubic hair tickled my naked folds. Our bout of lovemaking quickened. Repeatedly, his sac slapped the bottom of my ass. Flesh smacked flesh. My sopping, wet core sucked him, milking him closer to the point of completion. His staff enlarged and pulsated erratically inside of me. The slightest grimace clouded his sexy visage. He hugged my leg against his chest, cradled my hip in a biting grip and surged into me with maddening force, grounding his body into mine. I screamed, only because at the moment of climax, he triggered something

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within me that made what I thought would be sweet fireworks, a wild, mind shattering orgasm. Multiple ones. My eyes rolled back. My legs wouldn‟t stop trembling. I stuttered something. Didn‟t even know what the hell I was trying to say. Jesus Christ, I’m having a seizer! Keeping my pelvis fixed against his, he kissed my lips, nibbled on my chin. But I couldn‟t kiss him back. Not while I was suffering these spasmodic contractions. “Da, da, da, what―ahhh! Damn boy!” Amused by my loss of control over my own body, he chuckled and withdrew part ways from my recess. The storm began to fade, but the soft ripples of an aftermath continued to drift though me. When I could form complete sentences again, I breathed out, “What in the world did you just do to me?” “C‟mon baby, you‟re not that innocent, are you?” “Noo, I‟ve had orgasms before, but never like that.” His eyes at half-mast and his cock still stiff inside of me, he caressed my thighs. “So no one has ever tapped your G-spot before?” “You didn‟t tap it! You freaking punch it, then laid on it,” I said half-joking,

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half-serious. “Like I was a sports car or something.” “That‟s right. You‟re my sports car, and you‟ve been sitting in the garage for way too long,” he quipped, grinning roguishly. “You‟ve been neglected. Gotta put some miles on you. Show you what it‟s like to cruise on the open road.” Eyes narrowed, I slapped him in the chest. “Ha ha, very fun―” He leaned in and kissed me. Not in a soft, gentle manner, but in a passionate, possessive manner. Guess this was the start of round two. I was so ready! Shoot, I was more than ready. His shaft left my body as he traveled down my torso, bathing my flesh with his warm tongue. My walls clenched, instantly missing the feel of him. Holding me in his gaze, he slid off the bed. Without speaking a word, he sauntered into the bathroom, his sexy white butt swaying with the jazzy tune wafting through the door. His magnificent body glistened like he‟d been dipped in gold. Eyeing me from his position at the sink, he discarded the droopy condom then ran a wet cloth over his saluting length. “I can‟t stop looking at you. You are amazing, you know that?” Heat flushed my body under his scrutiny. “What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked. “I, uh, I think Ally and I are…” I paused when he ambled back into room, his

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steps slow and seductive, and his eyes sparkling like pools of green diamonds. “I plan to…to uh, spend the day with you?” His face blushed. He climbed over me, dragging his cock up my leg. “I was hoping you‟d say that.” He brushed his lips over my swollen nipple then gently sucked on it. “What about the next day after that?” Clasping onto his head, I arched against him and cooed, “Are you trying to occupy all of my time on my vacation?” “Yes, ma‟am. Every second of it, if I can. Turn over for me, baby.” Without hesitation, I rolled over onto my stomach. Positioned between my legs, he ran his warm hands along my thighs and hips, caressing every crook and cranny. Briefly, he paused on the tour of my body to stick his hand into my hair. Loosened during our sexual rumble, it didn‟t take much for my chignon to fall apart beneath his kneading fingers. Once he had my hair free flowing, he leaned in, buried his face in it and deeply inhaled. His hot body pressing into mine and the feel of his lengthy manhood cradled between my butt cheeks brought about sultry moan. I hiked my backside up beneath him and gyrated it against his cock to let him know I was ready to go again. He let out a half groan, half chuckle and nibbled on my shoulder as he grinded his groin into me. “Mm, want some more, baby?”

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“Yes, Danny, please…” I breathed out on a whisper. Starting at the nape of my neck, his lips drifted down my spine. His hardened staff grazed over the crevice of my behind. Gazing at him over my shoulder, I watched him sit back on his heels. With a gentle tug, he drew my hips up and attacked my backside with his hungry mouth. Shocked by his bold exploration, I lurched forward. He circled an arm around my waist and pulled me back. He grabbed one of my butt cheeks and pushed it to the side to expose my tight rosette. The flutter of his breath teased me before his mouth claimed me. My breath hitched and my back bowed. “Oh my goodness…boy…” I whimpered. As his tongue lapped at my puckered entrance, he delved two fingers into my pussy and began to rapidly plunge me. Dizzy with pleasure, I wound my ass and pushed back on him. He caught my hip, held me in place and continued to devour the tight hole. The wet sounds of my body eagerly sucking his long digits mingled with his husky sighs and chesty groans. It all serenaded my senses. His mouth on me was nothing short of heaven. I couldn‟t get enough of him wanting to taste every inch of my body. Lodged deeply inside, his fingers crooked and flicked my internal love bud. Erratic shudders coursed through me and soon after the flow of my cream expelled

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from my throbbing sex. In eye crossing satisfaction, I cried out his name and then sunk into the comforter. “Mm, yeah, I love the way you taste.” He worked his way up my body, whispering along my simmering flesh. “Your moans are music to my ears.” I sucked in a sharp gust of air when he eased his cock between my cheeks to massage the tight entrance he‟d lubricated so well in his secretions. Was he seriously going there? I‟d never had anal sex before. Never even thought about it…until now. Even with the possibility of allowing him to do it teasing my mind, I was a hundred percent sure I wasn‟t ready for it yet. In a shaky voice, I said, “Danny, as much as I would love to―uh, I don‟t think I‟m―” He leaned into me to cover my body with his. His hair tickled my cheek and his lips caressed my ear lobe. “Not yet, sweetheart.” With his forearm under my waist, he pulled my hips up so that my backside was flush against his pelvis. His iron rod dipped the short distance from the tight ring of my anus to my damp recess. “One day…I wanna have you, completely.” His words came out in strained whisper. “I wanna feel, really feel you, so badly right now.” Stunned by his words, I tensed up. It would be a huge risk, one that could change our lives forever, but truth was, part of me really wanted to feel him too. It

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was crazy to want this. “Don‟t worry. I wouldn‟t dare do that to you.” The crackling of the small foil package pulled a sigh out of me. Thank God he made the move. Being that I was drunk with passion, I was going to allow him to enter me without the contraceptive. My mind whirled at the thought. Once his length was sheathed, I went into action. Hands braced firmly against the bed, I spread my thighs arched my back, and slowly, very slowly, slid back onto his meaty cock. His bulging crown expanded my walls as it coasted in. With one arm locked around my torso and his teeth branding my shoulder, he groaned, squeezing me tighter and tighter the further back I went. His rigid flesh wooed my sensitized nerves. Each blissful inch pulled a moan out of me. Caught up in the thralls of feverish desire, he drew back onto his knees, dug his fingers into my hips and commenced to pound me. I gave into his vicious thrusts and delivered some of my own. “Oo yes, baby, yes! Fuck me!” he growled. “So sweet, so fucking sweet…” His forearm came across my chest to pull me up on my knees. He nibbled at my neck. I looped my arm around to the back of his head and fisted hair. We bucked wildly against each other, shouting and moaning, dangling on the edge of a massive climax. My temperature, along with the pleasurable waves crashing into me, rose

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with each stab. A light film of perspiration coated my skin. My body convulsed and embraced his cock. My movements stuttered then a swift orgasmic current rushed through me. Crying out, I dropped down on all fours and dug my hands and face into the comforter. His sac slapped at my clit and his hands smacked my butt, leaving my flesh stinging where he hit, as my body jolted and quaked. He pushed into me one last time and froze. His staff expanded. He squeezed my hips, threw his head back and screamed out my name. Winded, he collapsed on top of me and flattened me against the bed. “Uff…” Breath knocked out of me, I strained out a giggle. “You‟re heavier than you look.” “Oh, sorry sweetheart.” Arms wrapped tightly around me, he rolled onto his side and pulled me with him. “I didn‟t mean to get out of hand like that. I wanted to take things really slow, but when you pushed back on me…” He ran his long fingers through my hair, stroking from the roots to the tips. “I‟ve never tasted anything so sweet, or felt something so mind blowing like your body. Wow Abigail.” I pushed out an airy giggle and closed my eyes. “Boy, you worked me out good.” “And when you awake, I‟m going to work you out again… and again…and

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again…” “Mm, I can hardly wait.” Content in his embrace, I snuggled against him. “God Danny, I miss you already, and I haven‟t even left yet.” “Miss you too, beautiful,” he crooned sweetly, tickling my hip with his fingertips. “I‟m actually considering abducting you to keep you all for myself.” “Ha haa…My kids‟ll hunt you down…” I drawled as I drifted off to sleep. But right before I surrendered to the arms of unconsciousness, I heard him whisper, “You‟ve branded me, sweet Abigail. I‟m gonna hold you forever, and never let go.” And he never did.

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Last Entry The New Abigail Clark

It‟s been two years since that wild night in New Orleans. Every time I think of it, it brings a grin to my face. Two of the many things I learned during my time with Danny was how to embrace my sexual freedom and how to truly love myself. He opened up a part of me I never knew was there. Finding a partner to satisfy his massive sexual appetite was no longer a problem, so his lifestyle changed. However, on special occasions we‟d invite a woman to our bedroom, my choice of course. I‟m still a dedicated teacher who loves my kids, and a woman who is happy to spend her nights at home cuddled up with a glass of wine and a good book. Only difference now is, I do it with my new love, Daniel Lérue.

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