0 comments/ 18935 views/ 0 favorites Everyday I Write The Book Ch. 01 By: velvetpie Tuesday, 10:30 p.m. Dear Diary, I am so fucking nervous! I just honestly can't believe that all these years of hard work have finally paid off. You don't know what I'm talking about, do you? Well, let me fill you in. A little more than a year ago, I submitted a book to an agent in New York and a miracle happened. A publisher wanted my book! They flew me to New York and I met my editor, Susan and went on a whirlwind tour of the city and left with a smile I couldn't wipe off for a week. Now, as I lay here talking to you, I am about to go on my first book tour. Tomorrow morning, a black limousine will pick me up and whisk me off to the airport. You're probably wondering why I am writing to you instead of talking to someone else. Well, to be completely honest with you, I have no one. Yes, you read it correctly. I am alone. I guess I should give you a general rundown on my life. I am 36 and I've been heavy my entire life. It doesn't help that everyone else in my family is and every diet I've ever attempted has failed miserably. I've been lucky enough to be blessed with good hair and a reasonably cute face but it's never caught a guy. I've had guys tell me that I have a lovely mouth ... like I don't know what that compliment's about? And you do know what the 'never caught a guy' line means, right? You don't? Well, I guess I'll have to tell you straight out. I'm still a virgin. Yes, you read right. This glorious head of blonde wavy hair and 38DDs has done nothing to break that barrier. I tried sex with a woman, just because I was curious. It was interesting but I don't think I did a good job on getting her off. It was my first time and I was all thumbs, so to speak. Would I do it again? Yes but I'm not sure if I would want that as a serious relationship because I want children. I could always adopt but I want to be pregnant. I want to experience the entire pregnancy/giving birth scenario and know that I'm a woman. I don't envision that I will actually be married and have a family so I'll probably end up going to a sperm bank. That seems better than having an intrusive man in my life and I'm hoping that if that happens, my child will be able to fill the empty spaces in my heart. I can live without love if my child loves me. Well, Diary, what started out so happily is now serious and morose. Story of my life, I guess. Either that or low self-esteem. (Sigh.) Tomorrow begins a great journey in my life. A chance to leave this shell behind and become a new woman. After all, no one knows who I really am. Each stop will be an act: shaking hands and smiling like a politician, never letting anyone get close. I think if I work it like that I'll be safe. I'll always be safe. Until tomorrow, Lyndie * * * * * Wednesday, 3:14 a.m. Hi, Diary, Sorry to wake you but I couldn't just let you hanging until tomorrow. Remember that I told you I'd done it with a woman before? Well, her name is Marilyn and she's my sister. She came by tonight to wish me good luck and to bring me a present. She brought me a heart pendant that came with two chains and together, we broke the silver heart in half. I was afraid that we'd broken it but she said that it was supposed to work that way; that she was carrying my heart and that I was carrying hers and that until I returned, she would be thinking about me and hoping that I found love on my trip. Of course, I cried. I'm such a baby. I didn't just cry. I bawled. She wrapped her arms around me and held me while I sobbed. Bored? Well, this is where it gets good. She started kissing the tears from my cheeks and I gasped when her mouth moved over mine. "I want you to leave with a good memory." Her tongue took a slow and delicate circuit around my lips before sensuously slithering inside and curling around mine. "No more tears, Lyndie. You've cried enough for all of us." Kissing a woman is so different from kissing a man. A man is all fire and passion, you know, bull-in-the-china-shop kind of fire and passion: desperate, sloppy and forceful. With a woman, the dynamics are different. The fire and passion are carefully cultivated like a well-built fire. First, the kindling, small bits of fatwood that will catch and hold fire quickly, but will burn out in a hurry. Then, larger sticks are laid next and then the big logs that will sustain and provide nourishment for the fire. Marilyn's kisses were kindling and I felt the heat of the oncoming blaze as keenly as I felt the softness of her lips against mine. Her hands seemed to sear a path from my shoulders to my nipples, pinching them into hardness and making me groan into her mouth. My pussy awoke to her touch and before long, my panties were wet and growing wetter by the moment. She tugged my pants down and within seconds, knew how aroused I was and gave me a knowing smile that sent blood rushing to my cheeks. I had always been self-conscious of my thighs but Marilyn has always loved them. She showed how much by licking me from knee to pussy, humming when her tongue skated through patches of my sticky juices. I shook, my hands filled with breast flesh, my fingers pinching my nipples until jets of pain stabbed my body, pooling in my cunt. Marilyn continued to tease me, biting my skin just millimeters from my throbbing box and totally ignoring it. "Mari ... " She lifted her head and gave me wet-faced smirk. I was determined not to beg this time and she knew but didn't care. She used her firm tongue to trace circles in my quivering flesh, mimicking the actions she would do with my pussy and before long, I was whimpering, breathlessly begging and pleading. "Tell me what you want." She pushed one of my hands aside and gave my nipple a hard suck, driving me insane with need. "Suck me." "What?" That mischievous smirk reappeared. "I don't think I heard you." "Suck me!" I nearly screamed, pushing her mouth back down onto my tit. "Suck my pussy!" And Diary, did she suck it! She took her time in settling between my legs and I closed my eyes, trying not to beg again when she pried my cum-sticky lips apart and gave them a long lick. I couldn't keep from whimpering each time her tongue licked my lips so it was a given that I was going to scream when she pushed it into my hole. She started on a plan of mercilessly teasing me, tracing the furred edges of my outer pussy lips, then dipping down to the thinner inner set and finally plugging the source of my leak. I couldn't do anything but gasp with each breath, quivering uncontrollably as she pushed me toward cumming. When the first one hit, I gasped so loudly that I thought I inhaled every bit of air in the room. Marilyn held her tongue inside me, wiggling it against my rippling pussy walls and drawing an even harder orgasm from me. A third and fourth came in quick succession and my legs started vibrating. My whole body knew what was coming and my skin responded with electrical tingles. She saved the best for last, thrusting two fingers into my cunt while finally paying attention to my clit. I did scream then. I came so hard that I passed out for a few minutes and woke to a smaller orgasm when my lovely sister cleaned me up with her tongue. "Come on." She grabbed my hand and put her arm around my waist, guiding me into my bedroom. She tucked me in and lay down beside me, gently stroking my hair. "I love you, Lyndie. This is the opportunity of a lifetime and I want you to enjoy yourself." "Will you miss me?" Her fingers stroked the new pendant and the skin it lay atop of and gave me a soft kiss. "What do you think?" When I wrote my first entry to you a few hours ago, I never thought that I would feel the way that I do. I expected to leave in my usual state of depression but I feel so much better now. Knowing that I have Marilyn's support makes the journey that much easier. I just wanted to tell you, Di. I just wanted you to know. Everyday I write the book. Everyday I Write The Book Ch. 02 Wednesday, 9:30 p.m. Good evening, Diary! I had the best night of sleep that I've had in a long time and it was all because of Marilyn. She left before I woke up and left a small note, saying that she loved me and hoped that I had a good trip. I was upset that she had left because I hadn't had a choice to taste her pussy but I was sort of glad that I was alone to complete my packing and dress. I showered, shaved, chose my navy blue suit with tiny white pinstripes and hauled my luggage downstairs. Nolan, the doorman, gave me a smile when I went down, taking my bags and giving me a wink. "Leaving today?" "Yep. I'm going to New York." "Again? I thought you already went there." "I did but they bought my book." "Oh, so you're a big time author now?" He handed each of my bags to the cabbie and the driver placed them in his trunk. "Pretty soon, you won't have time for us little people." I laughed. I'd always had a crush on Nolan but he was nearly twenty years older than I was and he was black. I was sure that we had nothing in common except that we both loved romance novels. "I'll always have time for you, Nolan." "Humpf!" He laughed, holding the door open for me. "You won't remember me, Miss Carlyle." I looked him dead in the eye. "Why would you say that?" I'll never forget Nolan's smile and it has remained with me for years after. "Because," He handed me in and shut the door. "Guys like us never get the girl." I thought on his words as the taxi pulled away and found myself ruminating on them. The flight was non-stop and seemed to pass quickly, especially since I was in first class but I have to tell you that the peanuts and pretzels they gave us were the same as what they served in coach. Furthermore, there was no one interesting to talk to. Most authors were garrulous folk, listening to the life stories of random people and fashioning them into best sellers. Danielle Steel had done that and was now a multi-millionaire, even I thought her writing was cheesy. Susan's assistant, Bethany, met me at the airport and we giggled about New York personalities non-stop while riding in the back of a golf cart. While en route to the limo, she filled me in on my tour itinerary. "We're going to the office first. Susan wants to talk to you and give you some pointers." "Good. I can use all the advice I can get!" "And you have a promo shoot before we get started." "A promo shoot?" I must have looked like I was facing a date with Andy Dick because Bethany erupted into laughter, shaking her head. "No, no! You don't understand." She opened her leather portfolio and held three or four glossy prints out to me. My jaw dropped to the floor when I took a look at them. In all of them, a middle-aged woman stared longingly into the eyes of a handsome blond man, his nether parts clad in a loinskin. "That's Jude Devereaux." "No!" I stared at the picture again and secretly wondered if she'd gotten to fuck the 'well-endowed' model. "She agreed to this?" "Of course." Bethany laughed. "We use these photos in Europe and they're extremely popular." I still flipped through them with a look of disbelief. I was a legitimate author, right? Bethany patted my hand, giving it a friendly squeeze. "Haven't you ever heard of stars doing commercials overseas?" I nodded. "It's the same with these. They're used in foreign ads, Lyndie." "And I'm supposed to feel good about this?" "It's all how the cookie crumbles." I was half-numb with fear when we reached the office and she ushered me into the studio area. I was introduced to the photographer but couldn't remember his name if you asked me to because of the delicious hunk of meat lounging in the corner. His name was Lucien and he was staring out the window, lazily dragging his hands through his chest-length black hair. Oiled and bronzed muscles bulged and my nipples hardened to bullets. "I'll collect you in an hour, Lyndie." Bethany winked at me. "Have fun." Oh, my God! Lucien noticed me and came striding over, wearing a smile when he noticed that I was watching the casual sway of his hips instead of his face. "Okay, gorgeous. Ready to take some pictures?" "Uh, sure." The photographer moved us into various positions and gave instructions. I guess I followed them all because he was extremely happy with what he was seeing. I, however, was lost in the depths of Lucien's brown eyes and I hoped that he was as lost in my blue ones. Reality intruded when Bethany dashed in and gave the photographer a message. He excused himself and followed her out, leaving Lucien and me alone. "Is this your first photo shoot?" "Uh, yeah." "Really? Sure fooled me. You're a natural." I laughed, trying to hide my rock-hard nipples behind my folded arms. "It's easy with someone as beautiful as you, Lucien." I had turned my back to him and was startled to feel his hands on my shoulders and his deep voice in my ear. "You're beautiful, too, Lyndie." As he whispered this, his hands moved down, pushing my arms open and his fingers brushed my nipples. Lightning shot through me and his lips found my neck, biting and sending shivers through my body. He led me behind a Chinese partition and made quick work of unbuttoning my shirt, nuzzling my nipples like a hungry newborn. I felt my pussy cream start to ooze between my lips and I squeezed my legs together, whimpering at the sensations. He pushed me back against the counter and through the sexual haze, I felt my zipper being tugged down and cool air hit my heated pussy. He pulled my face down to his, giving me a soft kiss before dropping to his knees and pressing a kiss on my mons. I must have lost my mind at that point. I just could not believe that this handsome man was taking my pants and panties off, pushing my legs open and burying his face into my wet pussy. I just let my head hang back as I gasped for breath. He burrowed in and immediately found my clit, teasing it with a quick suck, then sliding his tongue down the length of my lips and pushing upward. I gasped again, shaking with passion and my heart pounded at his sly smile. He found my clit again and wrapped his lips around it, this time, introducing two thick fingers into my dripping hole. I came instantly, biting the back of my hand to keep from screaming. Lucien kept sucking and fucking my hole with his fingers until I was trembling through two smaller orgasms. He stood and found one of my nipples, sucking hard and sending me through the atmosphere again and again. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and glanced at his hand with a smile. I had recovered enough to see that my juices were covering him and I blushed furiously. Lucien laughed and used the sink to wash his hands, then wetted a length of paper towel and gently cleaned my legs and pussy. I put my panties and pants back on while he buttoned my shirt and tucked it into my waistband, looping his arms around me and pulling me into a long, deep kiss. We were back in front of the drop when the photographer came back and finished the photos to his satisfaction. Lucien gave me a gentlemanly kiss on the cheek and Bethany and I left, heading to Susan's office. "Like the shoot?" "Uh, yes." I blushed and she gave me a knowing smile, turning my hand so that the bite mark was showing. "Lucien's one of my dearest friends." She pushed a business card into my hand. "The moment he saw you, he asked for a favor. I hope you're not mad." "Not at all." I took the card and saw that his name and contact information was on one side. On the back, he had written 'Nothing gets me hotter than a woman with real curves. Give me a call.' With a silly smile on my face and his card clutched in my hand, I floated into my editor's office, with Bethany laughing all the way. Well, Diary, it's time to go to bed. We'll be working all day so I probably won't have a chance to get back to you until tomorrow night, so sweet dreams! Everyday I Write The Book Ch. 03 Friday, 9:16 a.m. Hi, Diary! Sorry I didn't get back to you yesterday but I worked so hard all day yesterday and I was so tired that I came back to the hotel and went right to bed. I was so tired that I didn't even shower until this morning and I never do that! Well, let me fill you in. After the meeting with Susan, we went straight to a conference room and we spent most of the rest of the day going over legalities, reading over paperwork and just shooting the breeze about the tour. She explained that this first tour was just to get my feet wet and to allow me to get comfortable with handling fans. I laughed because I never thought that I would need to get 'comfortable' with fans but Susan just shook her head. "You've never met a fanatic fan yet, Lyndie. Those people are ... I don't even have a word to describe them." "They're crazy!" Bethany supplied and Susan shot her a mean look. "Not crazy, Beth. That's not something we ever want to call our customers." Susan turned back to me with a smile. "But Beth is essentially correct. They are crazy. And do you know that men are a significant part of the romantic novel fan base?" "No, I didn't." "Well, they are. Gay ones, straight ones, you name it, they love it and they are sometimes the most fervent of them all." "I'll keep that in mind." So after tons of advice and a couple of cocktails, Bethany and I headed over to the Barnes and Noble store on Fifth Avenue for my very first fan meeting. Needless to say, I was astounded to see that a line had formed around the building and that a huge banner with my name on it was hung out front. Lyndie Masterson, author of April's Promise. I thought I was going to have a heart attack on the spot! Bethany escorted me in past the screaming fans and introduced me to the Director of Fiction Acquisitions, Harmony Merle, so that I could endure what she called 'obligatory ass-kissing' and allowed her to escort me to the table that they'd prepared for me. And it was on. For the next three hours, I signed purchased copies of my novel and smiled so much that at the end, my smile became a winsome twitch. And they kept coming. Grandmothers, aspiring novelists, married men ... I never would have thought that my book would appeal to such a wide swath of humankind. One gentleman approached the table and Bethany immediately extended her hand. "Hi, Paul! I didn't know you were a fan." "How could I not be? This is a nicely-written book." He turned to me, blue-green eyes twinkling and took my hand softly. "I'm Paul Thorson, Miss Masterson." "Nice to meet you, Paul." I took the book and opened the cover. "To whom would you like this dedicated?" "To me, of course." His smile sent my cheeks flaming. I signed the book and he gave my hand a kiss. "Nice to have met you, Paul." "The pleasure's mine, Miss Masterson." "My name is Lyndie." Paul smiled and Bethany suddenly piped up. "Hey, Paul! Are you busy in about forty-five minutes?" "No." "Great! Then why don't you come to the cocktail party?" Bethany left me to the next fan as she pulled Paul aside to discuss the party and I tried to keep focusing on the customers but he was just too gorgeous. When the last fan left, I turned and was dismayed to find that Bethany and Paul were gone. Great! What the hell do I do now? Harmony answered that question for me by escorting me back to her office and sharing a magnum of champagne with me. I appreciated the gesture more than she knew; my hand was killing me, my facial muscles were sore and wanted to strangle Bethany for ditching me. I felt much better after the champagne, Diary, and I felt even better when Harmony walked me out to the limo and Paul was inside, waiting for me. Maybe it was the champagne or his smile, but I knew something was in store for me. "Well, hello, Lyndie." As soon as I got in, he rolled the partition up between the driver and us and poured me another glass of champagne. I smiled and took the glass, knowing that I didn't need any more but not caring because fuck it, Diary! This is my night! And Paul Thorson was certainly tasty. I don't know what came over me but I threw myself on him. He was a halfway decent kisser and knew how to suck a nipple but he excelled in something I'd missed out on as a teenager. She pushed me down on my back and lay on top of me, grinding his obviously large (and hard) package against my crotch. Once again, I had died and gone to heaven. Paul's mouth covered mine and our tongues gently danced as he flexed his hips. It didn't take long before I came and moments later, he was moaning as his body jerked in release. He gave me a kiss, then sat up, unzipping his pants and showing me that he was wearing a condom. He pulled it off, fixed his pants back up and disposed of the rubber. "Did you cum, Lyndie?" "You should feel my panties." I whispered. We kissed again and he turned away to open another bottle of champagne as we pulled up outside the hotel. When he offered me a freshly refilled glass, I pressed a wet wad of cotton and lace into his hand, smiling when the driver opened the door. "Thanks for the ride, Paul. See you inside." Bethany later told me that she saw him inside the party, sniffing something in his hand and she thought that it was a handkerchief. She nearly busted a gut when she found out what it really was. I'm heading out to New Jersey today. I just can't believe what's happened to me since this tour started. Am I sending out pheromones or something? In the last three days, I've gotten head from my sister, fingered by a model and now dry-ridden by a TV executive. Hell, if I'd have known that it took a book to jump start my sex life, I would have written one a long time ago. Oh, that's Bethany knocking! See you later! Everyday I Write The Book Ch. 04 Saturday, 11:00 a.m. Oh, my God! Diary, you will never, ever guess who's lying next to me right this very minute! You want a hint, don't you? Okay. Let's just say that he looks great without his loincloth. Didja figure it out? No? Oh, Diary, it's LUCIEN! Yes, you read my words correctly! And would you believe that Paul was upset that I took Lucien home with me? I feel so good! I just can't believe that a beautiful man like this would be interested in me! Well, let me start from the beginning. Paul and I arrived at the party and Bethany was waiting for us with that sly smile on her face. I pretended to strangle her and we both laughed as we hugged. "Was it good?" She whispered. "I didn't have enough time to find out." I gave her a playful slap on the arm. "You little shit! That makes twice that you've set me up!" "It's my job to make sure that our talent is taken care of." "And you thought I needed a romp in the back of a limousine?" "Mmm... maybe." She smiled and took my arm. "Now come on. Let's get a drink and mingle. After all, this is your party." Now, Diary, I've never been to a cocktail party in my life so this was an event. Bethany announced my arrival and I got some polite applause before being descended upon by almost everyone. She shoved a drink in my hand and I talked non-stop for the next couple of hours, chatting up publishing executives, bookstore owners and fans. I had a good time, I have to admit, even though it was tiring to follow the conversation some times but I remembered Susan's words: everything that I did was marketing for my novel. I finally got some time to relax and sat down, closing my eyes for just a moment. I didn't even jump when a pair of strong hands touched my shoulders and began to knead the tight muscles. "Mmm, that feels good. Please don't stop." "As long as I can massage other things as well." I recognized Lucien's voice immediately and I covered his hands with mine. "What did you have in mind?" "Don't tempt me, minx, or I'll take you right here." I laughed, rubbing my cheek against his hand. "Do you have to stay here any longer?" "I don't know. Let's find Bethany." We found Bethany in avid conversation with Paul and another man whom she introduced as Murray. I pulled her aside. "Are we done here?" "Done, as in you-want-to-leave-with-Lucien-take-him-home-and-fuck-his-brains-out done?" "You are so bad!" I couldn't help but laugh at her assessment because she was absolutely right. "And yes, that kind of done." "Yeah, you can leave. You've had quite enough excitement for one day, I think." She grinned. "You did a great job, by the way. You've gained a lot of fans today." "Thanks, Beth. Thanks for helping me out." "Not a problem." She winked over my shoulder at Lucien. "Now get going. You have to get some rest before tomorrow. I'll be by to pick you up at one, okay?" "Great." I turned back to Lucien and took the arm he held out to me. "Let's get out of here." We were almost out to the limo when Paul's shout stopped us. He glared at Lucien then gave me a shaky smile. "You're leaving already?" "Yeah. I'm tired." "Oh." He looked at Lucien again who tightened his grip on me. "Well, I can take you home if you need an escort... " "No need to worry, mate. I'll take very good care of her." I just stood there with my mouth open. I was about to be in the middle of something I'd written for one of my characters: a pissing match. I, Diana Masterson, size 20, was being fought over! Visions of rapiers drawn and sunrise duels filled my eyes as Paul edged closer to Lucien, his face growing red in relation to his growing anger. "I was talking to the lady, if you don't mind." "Actually, I do mind, seeing that I'm taking her home with me." "With you? Diana's got more sense than that. You wouldn't know what to do with a woman like this if you took her home." "And you would?" Lucien laughed, pulling me a bit closer. "At least I can get and keep it up." "Boys!" I hissed loudly, noticing how out of control they were getting and moved between them. Lucien stepped back, looking like a chastised child but his hold on me didn't soften much. Paul, on the other hand, still angrily glared at him, refusing to back down. That told me a lot and made me happy with my choice. "Paul, I am going home with Lucien." I held my hand out and he looked at it as if it was a third limb. "It was nice to have met you." "Fucking tease!" The words he spat stung me but I couldn't deny that they were truthful. I was a tease and if I was a tease, maybe I was a whore as well. I still am not sure why but I started crying and Lucien pulled me to him. "That motherfucker! How dare he say that to you?" "He's right, Lucien." I took a deep breath and tried to smile at him. "Maybe it's better if I go home alone." "Not on your life." He gently kissed my face and to this day, the touch of his fingertips on my heated skin was something that I'd never forget. "Let me take the pain away, Diana. Let me make you forget." I couldn't have written finer words than that. I surrendered my anguish to him and let him hand me into the limo. When we reached the hotel... sorry, Diary! Gotta go! Lucien's mouth is working its way down to my pussy and I can't focus... Everyday I Write The Book Ch. 05 Saturday, 1:34 p.m. I really have turned into a wanton woman. I didn't want to meet Bethany downstairs. I didn't want to go to the book signing. I just wanted to spend the entire afternoon in bed with Lucien. He was so perfect, Diary! But you want details, right? Well, let me start back where I left off until he woke up and then woke me up! When we reached the hotel, I was still upset and out of sorts. I felt like such a whore! How could I have been so easy? Because I was desperate, I suppose. Desperate for someone's touch and any one would do. But it wasn't making me happy. It was what I wanted, but not what I needed. Lucien seemed to know what I needed and I was too tired and confused to argue with him. He opened the door with my room key and sat me on the bed, leaving me to run a hot bath. While the water steamed up the bathroom, he knelt at my feet and removed my shoes, giving each foot a gentle caress. I trembled at his soft touch, his fingers brushing my skin as he pulled my dress, slip, bra and panties off. I should have been embarrassed to be naked in front of such a handsome man but the way he looked at me, he made me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and his touch echoed those feelings. He didn't care that I was overweight; he cared that I felt loved and wanted. He stripped in the bathroom and got into the tub before me, then opened his arms and let me sit between his legs, leaning back against him. For almost an hour, we luxuriated in the hot water and I kept my eyes closed most of the time, enjoying Lucien's hard body and harder cock lodged between us and the feel of his fingers on my nipples. I let my hands wander along the length of his legs, feeling his fur and muscle ripple. "Feeling better?" "Oh, yes." I whispered. One of his hands left my breast and traveled downward over my stomach and one of his thick fingers parted my slit and pressed down on my clit. I gasped and warm juice flooded my pussy. "I'm hungry. Ready to get out?" I nodded and we washed quickly, heading into the bedroom wrapped in towels. I went to the nightstand, looking for the room service menu. "I saw a menu here somewhere ... " "What I'm hungry for is not on that menu." He pulled my towel off, pushed me down on the bed and opened my legs. Before I could react, his tongue was buried in my pussy and all thoughts of propriety vanished in an instant. He teased my clit mercilessly, making me gasp and moan at the same time, then slid into my hole like a searching snake, thrusting deep and curving to stroke my special spot. I came three times on the tip of his tongue, vibrating like I was suffering a seizure and begged him to stop. "Lucien, please." I could barely breathe and my entire body tingled with electricity. "That was fantastic but I don't think I can stand any more." "Really?" His husky voice raised goosebumps on top of the goosebumps that I already had. He moved over me, settling his trim hips between my legs. I moaned when I felt his cock slide up and down my slick slit. "You can't stand any more?" I answered his question by pulling his mouth down to mine and raising my hips so that his next stroke angled that beautiful cock into my dripping hole. We groaned together, shivering as his pubes met mine and he rotated his hips, letting every inch of his meat kiss my sugar walls. Having him inside me was such a dream. I let go of everything that was bothering me: the nagging self-doubt, the pain borne of my desperation and months of not having a significant other. Lucien became the focus of my universe and I responded to him with everything I had in me. "Oh, fuck!" His whisper made tingles run through me again. "Jesus, Diana. You feel so good." He rose up and looked at me. "If you lived in the city ... " "Don't make promises, Lucien." "It's not a promise, it's a fact." He moved inside me again, his eyes dark and intense. "You would be my girlfriend." I couldn't think. He kissed me again, our tongues dueling for supremacy but neither finding authority. He pushed into me over and over, driving me crazy with want until I exploded around his cock and he filled me with cream seconds later. He curled his tasty body around mine, his mouth at my ear. "You are worthy of love, Diana. Don't let anyone tell you differently." This is what I expected of love. Lucien's care and concern filled me with warmth and I clung to him. "Sleep, darling. Sleep well."