“I am,” I answered proudly.
“Any flings, sneaky links, jealous exes?”
“Not at all Syx.” His name rolled off my tongue like it was natural.
“How did you hear about us?”
“My friend. Her name is Emma,” I clarified.
“Are you open to try anything? Do you have any kinks?”
The prior questions I answered without bothering to hesitate, but somehow, this question caught me sort of off guard because it was pertaining to my sexual urges, I’m assuming and I don’t know much—so I’m afraid to admit how far I’ll go because that was never the case. Men never took it far with me and there was only one guy after Malcolm and one guy before him, in college, who I lost my virginity to. Crazily there were men who enjoyed eating pussy and the idea of fucking me was slim.
“Um,” I giggled nervously again, followed by a deep sigh of exasperation. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
Instead of responding to my question he moved on to the next one. “Do you watch porn?”
“Sometimes.”
“How often?”
“Not often.” I answered matter fact.
“How many times in a week… a month… a day.”
“At least twice a month. As I stated previously, Syx, I don’t watch porn often.”
“What type of porn do you watch?”
“I don’t know,” I laughed. “I mean I’m very well aware that porn has categories but it’s nothing weird, just regular basic porn.”
“Nyne, I want you to understand something.” He mentioned.
“I’ll be the one exploring your body so when we talk in any instance, I want you to be yourself. I don’t want you to stutter. I want you to breathe when you talk so when the time comes and I’m the one talking you through it, everything flows out, like it should. That includes your words and your cum.”
My mouth gaped open in shock. I was motherfucking floored.
Yeah, at this grown ass age, I’m used to men saying this and that like a prelude to sex as if that would make it more intense, then when the time came, they fell flat or didn’t do all the shit they said they would. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I actuallyhadslaw pussy. Other than it getting wet, her ass didn’t do shit else. But this time was different, the way Syx talked to me, it was an affirmation, like he knew for sure he was going to be the first guy to ever make me cum and that sent a shiver of emotions down my spine.
Six Weeks Later
I found myself on a small private plane heading to an undisclosed island in the Caribbean. The Board of Education approved my sabbatical leave—not that they had much of a choice. My boss pulled me to the side on my last day andmoseyed around in my business about my whereabouts. Simply, I told her I was going to a wellness retreat. Awkwardly, I told my sister about what I was really going for, and she didn’t bat an eye. Her only concern was my safety because she’s heavily indulged in the crime overseas.
Before boarding, my phone was riddled with text messages from family and close friends telling me they loved me and check in not a second after I landed. Emma and Mina sent me long ass text messages with their own individual shit talk. Even Syx texted me—well it was a cute love note that went to my email.
“Have a safe flight beautiful. I can’t wait to see you, taste you and fuck you.”
It made me blush, sort of, but I knew everything leading up to our moment and maybe after was work related, so I kept telling myself not to get attached. Though my interest in his showmanship was full because I had so many questions about everything else that didn’t have anything to do with me.
The entire time, my nerves were wrecked because I didn’t know what to personally expect from all of this. I couldn’t get any rest on the plane because I kept overthinking.
What if he can’t fix me?
What if I have internal issues that are beyond his scope of support?
I had to eat a few melatonin gummies just so I could get some rest.
Just as I woke up the plane was descending toward a small island surrounded by turquoise water. I felt my stomach flutter with nerves. Surprisingly the thought hadn’t settled in that I was flying to a private island to have sex with a stranger—not eventhe -$50,000 in my banking history. It sounded like the setup for a horror movie.
