first thick end push into me, opening me wide, spreading me, then slam down onto him, impaling myself. A deep sensation of beautiful pain as he reaches the end of me, piercing me until I cry out in incredible wonderful agony. I just want quick release, a fuck and no fuss or waiting. I lower myself onto his cock again, sliding up and down in agonising slowness, then hard again and it fills me. Satisfied I move up and down, riding the whole length of him, then I take just the tip and quickly up and down driving him insane as he has done to me. Then without notice I plunge down hard and in a steady rhythm I can feel myself building as I lean my frame backward, higher and higher faster and faster, it’s all about me now, and what I want.
“Cum with me Daniel” I whisper in a hiss of tantalising agony, this man, look what he's done to me, I’m fucking him in the back of a car, this is definitely not my usual style, and I was really enjoying the new me. Daniel grabs my hips and thrusts himself harder into me. Bloody hell. I'm ready, my nerves will soon explode, Daniel grabs my hair and yanks my head back, his lips and teeth are around my nipples the pain, the sweet delightful pain. I grind into him shamelessly, and we both climax together.
I feel a little dirty as I dress myself, but that’s the idea isn’t it?
“These feelings I’m having,” he looks confused,” I’m not used to feeling this way.” He takes my hand, “I don’t want to mess things up between us,” he kisses my knuckles, “I don’t want to screw anything up.” He asks me tenderly “what are we doing?” He has my face trapped between his hands looking deep into me, his eyes trying to see something or read something. “What is this?” He looks around my face searching for the answer as if it’s written there.
“You keep asking me that” I try to speak and dress, not trying to do anything except enjoy myself.
“And?” His brows twist in question, pulling his jeans on.
“Sexual attraction?” his zips up his fly at my answer, “does that explain it for now?” He seems not totally satisfied with my response, but leaves it, so I do too.
“Yes, and I can tell that” he smiles, I giggle in response. “We make a great team” he’s serious, and I have to agree. And the rest of the journey we sit in silence as he strokes my hair. The hair on my head, dear reader, you have a filthy mind!
A little light headed feeling comes over me, I open the pony-cam app on my phone and check the boys, they’re in their stables eating hay, I suddenly get connected to reality, my head feels better instantly.
I get a familiar call on my immediate attention, not possessed with the kind of control where I can ignore it, I swipe the screen.
EC: “Tell me your phone has been switched off by accident” here we go.
TC: “Mum, I am in Tokyo” remember? Or did I neglect to tell her?
EC: “You don’t have to be so elaborate with your excuses for not phoning me” she’s good.
TC: “I’m working, I’ll call you later” that should do it.
EC: “Where have I heard that before…?” Wrong.
TC: “What if I told you I am actually a secret spy and can’t tell you what I’m doing at any time?” Wouldn’t that be seriously cool?
EC: “Well, that would explain it” she’s not wrong.
TC: “Dark glasses and a Burberry rain mac” I can see it all now, it would almost be worth applying just to get a Burberry mac.
EC: “Love you” I know.
TC: “Love you too” I really do.
I ‘humph’ loudly in exasperation, Mothers!
Note to self, call Mum.
We pull up outside the huge round tower of our base camp the brand new 'anti-boutique' Hotel Shelley. Clean, stark, minimalistic, a great airy lobby with a gleaming gloss finished optic floor, white grand piano as a centrepiece with a huge vase of white flowers sitting on it easily as tall as me. White and grey everywhere with huge five wick Jo Malone grapefruit candles alight cleverly placed around, how did they know? Silver grey and black coy swim around a little moat and a single bright scarlet one, crossed by a clean concrete drawbridge.
Our entrance delivered by a doorman who takes Daniels bag from him and adds my small carry-on