now.
He got up and turned the lights out,
securing the curtains so we had the darkest room
possible.
“ Tomorrow will be our last
day . . . our Day 3, don’t forget.”
I nodded.
He slipped into the bed
with me and clasped my back to his chest as we quickly drifted off
to another world, a place where I escorted him to every tour date,
and waited for him backstage. One day I would wear a maid's outfit
with no underwear and serve him drinks as soon as he was done
playing, while he would thank me for being a good servant with
promise to keep me satisfied when we got home. My fantasy created
the sweetest dreams for me as I fell asleep in my Master's
arms.
Day 3
Awakened by a knock at the door, and a
voice on the other side, I sprung out of bed to what sounded
urgent. Jolting out of the room and down the hall, I heard the hand
knock again. The voice I heard made its way clear, stating,
“Housekeeping!”
I opened the door leaving nothing but
my head visible to the older spanish woman dressed in scrubs just
like mine, yet hers wore white.
Looking annoyed, she said again trying
to make her way in, ”Housekeeping.”
Raising one finger eye level to hers,
“One moment!”
“ Checkout was at
eleven!”
I shut the door. Whatever
crawled up her ass had to be raked out because I’m sure we did not
wake up that late. I found my phone again, which I unlocked to a buzz of
two unread messages . . .
Brandon: “How’s work?” Then another,
“I stopped by the hospital with breakfast but you were nowhere to
be found, care to explain?”
Shit. What did I get myself into? I needed another dose of Brandon
to get my mind off of him and get that housekeeping lady off my
back. I crept out of the bathroom, “Ryan, this housekee--,” he was
gone. The room was empty all but for me, with not a single bag, and
with not a single toy left behind. On his side of the bed weighed
down with a larger sized bottle of Shiraz. A note to follow . .
.
Never in my life have I
experienced a connection like I had with you
I practically tasted you
before we even exchanged names
You are a one of a
kind
Until the next tour, enjoy
your Shiraz.
-R.M.
Chapter 7
Ryan
Six months had passed since I met
Melinda. I have had my fair share of romantic evenings, one
nighters, and casual flings, but nothing like what I had with her.
Never in my life have I experienced a connection like I had with a
woman I practically tasted before the exchange of names. I can
remember the morning after I played as her master, finally too
spent to have any more sex. This time I had risen first, gently
sliding out of my side of the bed so I did not disturb what little
sleep she managed to grab. My eyes still adjusted to the darkness
of the room, stealing her phone away and taking it into the
bathroom. I unlocked her phone on, scanned for her contact list,
and deleted my contact information from her phone.
Since that time, I believe she is
still with Brandon, but I wouldn’t know for certain. I don’t want
to say that I don’t care, but unfortunately, it is out of my hands.
Now that we are back in Europe for our second leg of the tour, the
time zone changes practically every show and I can hardly keep the
day straight, let alone calculate the time to where Melinda lives.
I was never going to ask her to give up a career as a nurse where
people genuinely depend on her, throw away a stable living space
with two animals, just to run off with me.
From the very beginning it was always my plan to find her again,
and offer her a flight to my country for another weekend, but now
that doesn’t seem possible. The way I left must have painted me
into a monster, but that’s not me. I have my own life to deal with,
just like she has hers, that maybe one day she will not hate me as
much for owning up to. I still wish that in another lifetime we
will be together to share our special word
He got up and turned the lights out,
securing the curtains so we had the darkest room
possible.
“ Tomorrow will be our last
day . . . our Day 3, don’t forget.”
I nodded.
He slipped into the bed
with me and clasped my back to his chest as we quickly drifted off
to another world, a place where I escorted him to every tour date,
and waited for him backstage. One day I would wear a maid's outfit
with no underwear and serve him drinks as soon as he was done
playing, while he would thank me for being a good servant with
promise to keep me satisfied when we got home. My fantasy created
the sweetest dreams for me as I fell asleep in my Master's
arms.
Day 3
Awakened by a knock at the door, and a
voice on the other side, I sprung out of bed to what sounded
urgent. Jolting out of the room and down the hall, I heard the hand
knock again. The voice I heard made its way clear, stating,
“Housekeeping!”
I opened the door leaving nothing but
my head visible to the older spanish woman dressed in scrubs just
like mine, yet hers wore white.
Looking annoyed, she said again trying
to make her way in, ”Housekeeping.”
Raising one finger eye level to hers,
“One moment!”
“ Checkout was at
eleven!”
I shut the door. Whatever
crawled up her ass had to be raked out because I’m sure we did not
wake up that late. I found my phone again, which I unlocked to a buzz of
two unread messages . . .
Brandon: “How’s work?” Then another,
“I stopped by the hospital with breakfast but you were nowhere to
be found, care to explain?”
Shit. What did I get myself into? I needed another dose of Brandon
to get my mind off of him and get that housekeeping lady off my
back. I crept out of the bathroom, “Ryan, this housekee--,” he was
gone. The room was empty all but for me, with not a single bag, and
with not a single toy left behind. On his side of the bed weighed
down with a larger sized bottle of Shiraz. A note to follow . .
.
Never in my life have I
experienced a connection like I had with you
I practically tasted you
before we even exchanged names
You are a one of a
kind
Until the next tour, enjoy
your Shiraz.
-R.M.
Chapter 7
Ryan
Six months had passed since I met
Melinda. I have had my fair share of romantic evenings, one
nighters, and casual flings, but nothing like what I had with her.
Never in my life have I experienced a connection like I had with a
woman I practically tasted before the exchange of names. I can
remember the morning after I played as her master, finally too
spent to have any more sex. This time I had risen first, gently
sliding out of my side of the bed so I did not disturb what little
sleep she managed to grab. My eyes still adjusted to the darkness
of the room, stealing her phone away and taking it into the
bathroom. I unlocked her phone on, scanned for her contact list,
and deleted my contact information from her phone.
Since that time, I believe she is
still with Brandon, but I wouldn’t know for certain. I don’t want
to say that I don’t care, but unfortunately, it is out of my hands.
Now that we are back in Europe for our second leg of the tour, the
time zone changes practically every show and I can hardly keep the
day straight, let alone calculate the time to where Melinda lives.
I was never going to ask her to give up a career as a nurse where
people genuinely depend on her, throw away a stable living space
with two animals, just to run off with me.
From the very beginning it was always my plan to find her again,
and offer her a flight to my country for another weekend, but now
that doesn’t seem possible. The way I left must have painted me
into a monster, but that’s not me. I have my own life to deal with,
just like she has hers, that maybe one day she will not hate me as
much for owning up to. I still wish that in another lifetime we
will be together to share our special word
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