Written By Vicky.
“I’m terribly sorry but I don’t usually give my number to strangers.” I said with an ironic smile and waved him good bye, hoping it would be the last time I’d ever see him.
He seems like a heartbreaker. Well, he must be, considering the spark in his eyes. The bright spark that commands for me to fall under his spell every time he looks into my eyes. But I am not like the others honey, I am not a stop – I am the destination. That’s what I have been desperately trying to explain to him for the past five days. That’s how long he has been following me around everywhere I go. I curse the minute I decided to go all alone to write in that cafe I usually hang out at in the mornings. Ever since that morning he would stalk me, deliberately chase me around, so as to convince me to go out with him.
What a stubborn man he must be; he simply cannot accept “no” as an answer. He reminds me of Christian Grey with all that persistence and confidence he displays. He is aware of the fact that he’s a good looking one. I cannot deny it, since he really is; I am not blind you know. I am a rather huge fan of the male kind. Therefore when I see a handsome man, I’d be seizing the chance to admire him without a single sign of guilt or embarrassment.
However, this strategy he is applying -of trying to manipulate me by fronting his appearance- is rather appalling to me. I do believe him when he says that I’m a fool for not going out with him. I speculate that he must also be an experienced lover, that he surely must know how to make a woman happy.
Having this inner debate with myself of whether I shall give this stranger a chance or not, the odds were totally against him. But then again there’s something about him, something so tempting that makes me to want to surrender to him. And that’s why I have finally agreed to say yes and have a drink alas. Life is too short not to be having fun and I was in the mood for an adventure. Bearing in mind that it was going to be a one night thing, with me deleting it from my memory immediately as soon as it was over, I put on my red lipstick, my favourite pair of stilettos and off I went to meet him.
Is there a specific dress code for Casanovas? I wondered once I spotted him sitting by the corner of the bar. Inhaling his cologne, I sat by his side only to discover that he had already ordered a drink for me. Besides being brutally confident, he was an excellent body language reader identifying that my little spoken part was because I was in for the physical part only. Undoubtedly, I was not in the mood for small talk or making an acquaintance tonight. I had a loving husband and a warm bed waiting for me at home to return, this intercourse ought to be quick for I did not wish to keep my babe long awake waiting.
Showing the player the way to the restrooms, I picked up my clutch bag and in the excuse of having to freshen up my makeup I dismissed myself. Taking two sips of his drink, he followed the path a couple of minutes later. He banged me quickly and hard against that bathroom door with the sound of saxophone outside covering our moaning. Cupping my mouth with his palm right before I was about to cum – he gave me a final deep, the deepest he could, thrust, and then let me down while still holding me in his arms.
Zipping his pants as I fixed my hair -he had messed my updo with all this hair pulling- we exited the restrooms as discretely as possible. Not even saying goodbye to each other, we took our separate ways. It was a thrilling and intense encounter, the high unbelievable, and now that it was over, and I had had my satisfaction, I could not wait for the moment to get back home in order to make myself a cup of hot chocolate and rest while in my pyjamas.
Surprisingly, not even a pinch of remorse ran through my veins for cheating on my husband tonight. Because when the person you keep having one night stands with is none but the man you are married to, then it is not to be considered as cheating.
This idea popped into my head a while ago, a game I’d rather call it. A mind blowing game in which my lover and I pretend to be strangers again getting to know each other from scratch. Sometimes we would be go on dates when we are in a more romantic mood, sometimes we won’t even tell each other our names like we did tonight. We were just in for the sex and frankly it was amazing and extremely refreshing. In reality, tonight wasn’t about fucking bodies, it was about fucking each other’s mind.
If you haven’t heard, the sexiest part of one’s body is none other but the mind.
With the very best mind games being for the very best mind players – like him and I.
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