chest,
horrified at the thought that he is leaving the country soon. I
sniffled my nostril tears away and asked, "I don't suppose you'll
be touring here again soon?"
He smiled a foolish smile similar to
the one I had been putting on all day. "I’m not sure, I’ve been
thinking about quitting the band. I have some solo projects lined
up, and I don’t doubt that Alexa will be able to find someone to
replace me. Besides, working on solo projects will allow more time
for you,” he winked.
"Relax, rock star. Don’t go upending
your life for me. I just got a bit emotional when you held me
towards the end. This kind of thing is nearly impossible to achieve
in a lifetime, let alone having the opportunity to even meet
someone like you. I hope you understand that."
I could see from the way
his eyes fixated on my face that he understood more about me than
perhaps I did of myself. How else would he have been able to take
full command of me tonight and leave me in a puddle the way he did?
It was obvious he knew me.
"Have you ever experienced anything
like tonight? The domination, the submitting, the orders, or was
that a first?"
I wondered if he would believe my
explanation. "I had been waiting for what felt like my entire life
for somebody to find a way to bring that side of me to the surface,
and you my friend, were the first. I wanted a bond with someone, a
link that transcended submission and understood the way I was
giving myself over to them. By submitting to you, I exposed
everything I had. I had a lingering sensation that you could smell
that on me, that I wanted you to use me to keep you
alive."
"You’re special, Min. I meet many
women who don’t listen to my music, but want to come back stage
with me, and I meet others who do listen but just want a real
conversation. You’ve fallen into the category of both, and I
commend you for that. If possible, I would marry you right
now.”
I embraced his body, still warm to the
touch. My thoughts shifted to Brandon, the one who will soon
actually make motion to marry me.
"What do you mean, if
possible?"
"If the universe evenly distributed
everything appropriately I’d be able to balance out you and the
other life I live, but that’s not the way the stars
align."
I sat up facing him, “What do you mean
the other life you live? Your band life?”
“ Melinda, I have an
outside life just like you do, let’s not pretend.”
Shocked and completely baffled I said
not a word. What was he trying to tell me?
“ Say something,” he
pleaded.
In attempt to act unaffected by what
he was trying to tell me, “So what’s your story?”
An hour had passed with
not a single word spoken from my end.
Ryan, thee Ryan Michaels went on an
extensive journey to describe his life, his wife, and their unhappy
home. He expressed that his actions were not just infidelity, but
yet a mere representation for the desperation of real love. I did
not object as I was in this very room looking for the same fantasy.
I came to realize I had the same life as his, minus the hobby. He
sought a way out, a way out that only I could give to him. Even if
it was in another lifetime, we were meant to be.
I knew we didn't have much time left.
I wanted the experience of sleeping with him one last time. I
kissed his cheek and helped him removed all of the deviant
accessories from the bed and dresser, acting as his personal
cleaner while I still could. I loved looking at him while he
scouted me bending over, always keeping an eye on my position no
matter where I was.
Still silent, we finished making the
suite presentable again. I felt like I hadn't slept in weeks, so I
scooted back into bed. He pulled down the covers of the bed and
welcomed me next to him, positioning the pillows exactly as I had
placed them myself just the previous night. If I thought anymore
about him leaving the city, the country actually, I may very well
have burst into tears again. I let that idea pass for
horrified at the thought that he is leaving the country soon. I
sniffled my nostril tears away and asked, "I don't suppose you'll
be touring here again soon?"
He smiled a foolish smile similar to
the one I had been putting on all day. "I’m not sure, I’ve been
thinking about quitting the band. I have some solo projects lined
up, and I don’t doubt that Alexa will be able to find someone to
replace me. Besides, working on solo projects will allow more time
for you,” he winked.
"Relax, rock star. Don’t go upending
your life for me. I just got a bit emotional when you held me
towards the end. This kind of thing is nearly impossible to achieve
in a lifetime, let alone having the opportunity to even meet
someone like you. I hope you understand that."
I could see from the way
his eyes fixated on my face that he understood more about me than
perhaps I did of myself. How else would he have been able to take
full command of me tonight and leave me in a puddle the way he did?
It was obvious he knew me.
"Have you ever experienced anything
like tonight? The domination, the submitting, the orders, or was
that a first?"
I wondered if he would believe my
explanation. "I had been waiting for what felt like my entire life
for somebody to find a way to bring that side of me to the surface,
and you my friend, were the first. I wanted a bond with someone, a
link that transcended submission and understood the way I was
giving myself over to them. By submitting to you, I exposed
everything I had. I had a lingering sensation that you could smell
that on me, that I wanted you to use me to keep you
alive."
"You’re special, Min. I meet many
women who don’t listen to my music, but want to come back stage
with me, and I meet others who do listen but just want a real
conversation. You’ve fallen into the category of both, and I
commend you for that. If possible, I would marry you right
now.”
I embraced his body, still warm to the
touch. My thoughts shifted to Brandon, the one who will soon
actually make motion to marry me.
"What do you mean, if
possible?"
"If the universe evenly distributed
everything appropriately I’d be able to balance out you and the
other life I live, but that’s not the way the stars
align."
I sat up facing him, “What do you mean
the other life you live? Your band life?”
“ Melinda, I have an
outside life just like you do, let’s not pretend.”
Shocked and completely baffled I said
not a word. What was he trying to tell me?
“ Say something,” he
pleaded.
In attempt to act unaffected by what
he was trying to tell me, “So what’s your story?”
An hour had passed with
not a single word spoken from my end.
Ryan, thee Ryan Michaels went on an
extensive journey to describe his life, his wife, and their unhappy
home. He expressed that his actions were not just infidelity, but
yet a mere representation for the desperation of real love. I did
not object as I was in this very room looking for the same fantasy.
I came to realize I had the same life as his, minus the hobby. He
sought a way out, a way out that only I could give to him. Even if
it was in another lifetime, we were meant to be.
I knew we didn't have much time left.
I wanted the experience of sleeping with him one last time. I
kissed his cheek and helped him removed all of the deviant
accessories from the bed and dresser, acting as his personal
cleaner while I still could. I loved looking at him while he
scouted me bending over, always keeping an eye on my position no
matter where I was.
Still silent, we finished making the
suite presentable again. I felt like I hadn't slept in weeks, so I
scooted back into bed. He pulled down the covers of the bed and
welcomed me next to him, positioning the pillows exactly as I had
placed them myself just the previous night. If I thought anymore
about him leaving the city, the country actually, I may very well
have burst into tears again. I let that idea pass for
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