fudge on a Popsicle stick, have fun, bye,” she says, laughing, and hangs up the phone. Showken really goes to work, I’m sure he heard Jazz’ big mouth. He starts sucking my sex so hard I hear his mouth make a popping sound when he releases. I’m pulling his hair now, I can’t be still. My hips are jumping. He holds my hips in place, so he can start sucking my clitoris. I feel my release coming, he does, too. He’s at my entrance with his tongue moving in and out. My release comes, and I can’t stop the scream that escapes my mouth. Showken is on top of me fast, kissing me. I open my mouth to feel his tongue; our tongues dance together. I taste myself and chocolate. I feel his sex on my entrance, while staring into my eyes, he pushes inside me. I gasp at the feeling.
“Don’t leave me, please ,” he says. His eyes are pleading.
“Okay,” i s my only response. I know I can’t stay, but I will enjoy him for a little while.
We make love for the rest of the night. I cry some of the time, but no words are exchanged. I can’t believe it. I think I love him, and soon I will have to walk away.
***
The morning is here. I’m naked in bed with Showken, feeling good, but tired. I need sleep. I rub his head, loving his beautiful hair. What man’s hair is so beautiful? I look at my cell phone on the table and it’s just after 6:00 a.m. I need to get up, but I don’t want to be on the floor again.
“Good morning, sexy. I assume you need the bathroom,” he says, chuckling.
“Yes, you are assuming right, ” I say, smiling. He climbs out of the bed, naked. I had almost forgotten I needed the bathroom, until the cover comes off and the need to pee comes over me. He lifts me like I’m a doll and walks me into the bathroom, seating me on the toilet. His bathroom is huge. I walk over to his gigantic tub. He starts the water and pours a green liquid into the tub. He walks back over to me smiling. This man is not real. I’m going to wake up soon, I just know it. He is too good to be true.
“You ready for your bath , beautiful?” My mouth is open. I grab the tissue and wipe myself. The toilet flushes automatically. Showken leans down and picks me up. He carries me to the tub, and he steps in and sits, with me in his arms. I try to move, but he doesn’t let me.
“Relax, I’ve got you. I’ m sure you need to relax,” he says, turning my body slowly so that my back is up against his hard chest. I wince some, as I am sore.
“Showken, you have to stop spoilin g me, I may not want to go home,” I say, joking. I think.
“Then don’t. You can stay , Marilyn, in fact I would like that,” he says, grabbing what looks like shampoo. He squeezes a nice amount into his hand and starts to massage my head. He pushes me down his body until my hair is in the water, and pulls me back. The massage on my head is fantastic.
“I can’t stay here, I’m going home this morning. I need to go home,” I say. His hands still on my head, then he continues the massage.
“If you go home, can I come over later?” he says. Sliding me forward, he stands, taking me with him. He turns the shower on and turns me towards him. I lean back into the warm water. I rinse my hair. I grab some body wash. I can’t look him in the eyes. I know that when I leave here, seeing him again will not be in my, or his, best interest. He is in the public eye, being with me will tarnish that, being as how I’m an ex-prostitute and murderer. We shower together like a couple. I’ve regained my strength, and after drying my body I put my clothes back on, excluding my panties. They are stained with my juices.
“Precious, your hair is still damp, let me dry it? I on ly ask that you close your eyes,” he says, raising a brow. I nod okay, and sit in the green velvet chair by the bathroom door. I close my eyes, feeling his hands in my hair. I hear the dryer turn on. I feel the hot air on my head; this is a great dryer. In a minute my hair is dry. I open my
“Don’t leave me, please ,” he says. His eyes are pleading.
“Okay,” i s my only response. I know I can’t stay, but I will enjoy him for a little while.
We make love for the rest of the night. I cry some of the time, but no words are exchanged. I can’t believe it. I think I love him, and soon I will have to walk away.
***
The morning is here. I’m naked in bed with Showken, feeling good, but tired. I need sleep. I rub his head, loving his beautiful hair. What man’s hair is so beautiful? I look at my cell phone on the table and it’s just after 6:00 a.m. I need to get up, but I don’t want to be on the floor again.
“Good morning, sexy. I assume you need the bathroom,” he says, chuckling.
“Yes, you are assuming right, ” I say, smiling. He climbs out of the bed, naked. I had almost forgotten I needed the bathroom, until the cover comes off and the need to pee comes over me. He lifts me like I’m a doll and walks me into the bathroom, seating me on the toilet. His bathroom is huge. I walk over to his gigantic tub. He starts the water and pours a green liquid into the tub. He walks back over to me smiling. This man is not real. I’m going to wake up soon, I just know it. He is too good to be true.
“You ready for your bath , beautiful?” My mouth is open. I grab the tissue and wipe myself. The toilet flushes automatically. Showken leans down and picks me up. He carries me to the tub, and he steps in and sits, with me in his arms. I try to move, but he doesn’t let me.
“Relax, I’ve got you. I’ m sure you need to relax,” he says, turning my body slowly so that my back is up against his hard chest. I wince some, as I am sore.
“Showken, you have to stop spoilin g me, I may not want to go home,” I say, joking. I think.
“Then don’t. You can stay , Marilyn, in fact I would like that,” he says, grabbing what looks like shampoo. He squeezes a nice amount into his hand and starts to massage my head. He pushes me down his body until my hair is in the water, and pulls me back. The massage on my head is fantastic.
“I can’t stay here, I’m going home this morning. I need to go home,” I say. His hands still on my head, then he continues the massage.
“If you go home, can I come over later?” he says. Sliding me forward, he stands, taking me with him. He turns the shower on and turns me towards him. I lean back into the warm water. I rinse my hair. I grab some body wash. I can’t look him in the eyes. I know that when I leave here, seeing him again will not be in my, or his, best interest. He is in the public eye, being with me will tarnish that, being as how I’m an ex-prostitute and murderer. We shower together like a couple. I’ve regained my strength, and after drying my body I put my clothes back on, excluding my panties. They are stained with my juices.
“Precious, your hair is still damp, let me dry it? I on ly ask that you close your eyes,” he says, raising a brow. I nod okay, and sit in the green velvet chair by the bathroom door. I close my eyes, feeling his hands in my hair. I hear the dryer turn on. I feel the hot air on my head; this is a great dryer. In a minute my hair is dry. I open my
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