Guest Blogger - Sophie
Edited by Chloe Is My Alias I hadn’t seen him in more than ten years. He was my college sweetheart, the one that ‘got away’. After weeks of intense emails and calls, the anticipation of finally meeting was killing us both.
His initials? CPG.
I was 5 minutes from the midtown lunch spot he had selected to meet when I got his text “where are you?” It was flattering to know he was as anxious to see me, as I was to see him.
Sliding my coat off my shoulders to reveal my favorite low cut black wrap dress; I handed it to the hostess and glanced over to the bar to see him watching my every move. Nothing had changed, butterflies in my stomach, knees weak, just like the first time we had met. CPG got up from the bar and came over, kissing my cheek as he whispered in my ear “Damn, you haven’t changed a bit.”
We were escorted to a corner booth and the server brought over a glass of my favorite Shiraz, he had remembered after all these years and I was instantly smitten all over again. We felt like teenagers, trying to catch up on our lives and conveniently skimming the obvious topics of his wife and children. CGP looked amazing; my whole body started to shake when he ran his hand up my thigh and under my dress. I couldn’t help but think, “this is what corner booths were made for.”
We left the restaurant and he slid his hand around my waist pulling me in for one of those kisses that instantly make you wet. I nibbled on his ear and told him to bring me to the hotel around the corner; that was all it took.
The elevator ride to the room was a blur; we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We entered the room and I pinned him up against the wall, unbuttoning his shirt, running my hands all over his chest and I working my way down until I was on my knees. CPG pulled my hair back watching me lick him. He was the only man that knew how to get me off and I was full of anticipation, knowing full well it would be an afternoon of pure pleasure.
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Filled with Desire
Guest Blogger - Desiree
Edited by Chloe Is My Alias
I don't believe in dating, especially the online kind. That being said, for me Facebook is a whole different story.
He was handsome enough to the point I really thought he could be gay, so when he asked to meet for a drink to discuss business there was no reason to say no, even if the whole thing was via instant messenger on Facebook. We met two days later at my favorite LES bar.
The place was mobbed as usual and I headed for the bar. Dressed all in black, a leather jacket and leather boots; I could have passed for having my bike parked outside.
Leaning against the bar I let him admire the way my dark jeans made my ass look even more round and perfect; he recognized me right away and called out my name. I glanced to my left; he was sitting, dressed in motorbike gear too. Let’s call him BFE.
It took one drink and 20 minutes to know that we had to have each other, right there, right then.
We left the bar; I had an event and as neither of us had any intention on going home alone, I asked him to join me. We kissed feverishly at the corner of the street; BFE grabbed my hair and pulled hard. I could feel how badly he wanted me.
At the event we tucked ourselves into a dark corner. Standing in the shadow I ran my leg up and down the inside of his, just barely grazing the edge of his crotch. I dug my tongue deep into his throat and could feel him grow even bigger.
He had me wild; my heart was pounding and I was feeling hot. I had to have him, right now.
Grabbing his hand I led him through the exit, the cold spring air hit us hard, but nothing could cool us off. Around the corner he pushed me into the entranceway of an old building.
Unzipping his pants BFE then pushed me down on him. He was even bigger than I had thought and with every lick and suck he grew even more. The way he tasted, I couldn’t get enough of him.
Just as he was ready to explode deep into my throat, we heard someone coming down the stairs. BFE grabbed me by my throat and with his strong hand pulled me up off the ground. Pinned between him and the wall we starred deep into each other’s eyes. Without so much as a word I left. A taxi had pulled around the corner and I jumped in, leaving him there in the dark corner full of unsatisfied desire.
My breath was heavy in the car ride home; I could only imagine what was going to happen when I saw him next.
