So I need to lose myself in my world of kinky, filthy sex to cope with the hole in my chest that’s been there for more years than I care to count.
A woman wearing a see-through black teddy and three-quarters of her face covered with a Venetian carnival mask catches my eye. I watch as she sizes me up, her eyes raking over my hard body covered in a tailored suit. Her smile is flirty and dirty as she licks her lips. But I shake my head before she saunters over because there’s no buzz of attraction for me. Yes, she’s beautiful, basically naked, and willing. But she’s much too thin for my taste and what I need. I need curves…curves for days.
I need the opposite of my Leeva.
The woman knows how a place like this works; there’s no shortage of people willing to play with you however you desire.
As she turns her sights on a new target, I spot a woman with a voluptuous body and a lioness mask scanning the room. Anais. My eyes move on from her, not lingering. Not only because I feel no attraction to her right now, but because I’m pissed at what Riveria told me she had done. I’ll deal with her antics, but not tonight.
Because I need to forget, not just the memories of Leeva, but what I had to do to Grinder. All because he chose to dip his dick into forbidden pussy, knowing full well the risk to himself, but not giving a shit if he could have the woman he loved. The reality of it all hitting too close to home.
Lifting my glass of scotch, I drain it. The voice modulator built into the mask sits low and flat, leaving my mouth unobstructed.
As I set my empty glass on the bar behind me, I see that two men are approaching me. I give them a slight shake of my head to tell them I’m not looking for male-on-male. I don’t explicitly engage in that kind of sex; however, in the past, during‘multi-cast productions,’ when there are several bodies in close quarters, you don’t always know, or care, which hole your dick is slipping into. And I can’t claim that I’ve never come inside another man’s mouth or ass before.
However, that’s not the experience I usually look for.
The two men, like the woman, aren’t offended and move on, looking for a different willing partner. That’s the thing about clubs like this—there are plenty of options that fit your specific desires and needs. If something or someone isn’t doing it for you, there’s no need to waste anyone’s time.
Taking a deep breath, I turn, about to request my second drink, but the words never make it out of my mouth.
Because I’m struck speechless by the woman who just walked into the main room from the lounge area.
Fuck. Me.
I can’t breathe as I drink her in. She’s ravishing.
She stands there alone, gazing around the room. Her mask hides most of her face, stopping just above her mouth. It’s white, with flames painted on it in such a way to make it appear like the flames are dancing. It’s a masterpiece.
She’sa masterpiece, with her full, pouty lips, tapered jawline, and long, graceful neck with unblemished, creamy skin. Her breasts are high and full; her curvy body wrapped in black silk knotted around her neck. The sinful fabric drapes exquisitely over her, leaving your imagination to run wild.
It hasn’t even been fifteen seconds of seeing this woman, this siren, and my cock is steel, ready and wanting to fuck her.
Then she turns, and I groan deep and low in my chest.
What a fucking ass.Beautiful, pert, curvy.
I want to sink my teeth into it. Mark her, make her scream and writhe.
Her black hair falls in tumbling waves down her bare back. The silk of her dress pools so low that I can see two dimples at the base of her spine, where the curve of her luscious ass begins.
My god, this woman is a stunner.
And with those curves, she’s my personal brand of kryptonite.
What will she look like naked? What will she sound like as I fuck her raw and filthy?
What will her tits look like, covered in my cum?
Lust roars through me unlike ever before. I’ve never wanted a woman more. And I don’t just want…
Ineedthis woman.
As she stands there, a man walks up to her and drags his finger down her arm. And I swear to the devil, if I had a gun, I’d blow his fucking brains out, right here and now.
Mine, my possessiveness flares and roars.
Which is a complete mindfuck, because I’m not possessive. Whenever I come to Hedon or any place like it, I fuck and move on. I’ve never felt possessiveness over any of my partners.Ever.
