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Once again I find my self at the annual charity event of the year, an event I can care less about yet I seem to always make it
We've got some dicks
The gold diggers
The escorts
The "ladies"
The "men"
And one Christian Grey
I can already see things going left.
One swift glance around.
Typical.
Flashy and extravagant.
Not my style.
Ivory ash trays sit on every table, filled with the ash of the Zino Platinum crown cigars.
I bring it to my lips and inhale letting the smoke calm my senses.
My lips numb
My mind relaxed
My senses slowed yet alert.
I'm surrounded by nothing but facades.
Him acting like he isn't fucking her.
Her acting as if she likes her.
Him acting as if he doesn't like…
Him.
Facades facades facades
A quick shake of the head .
Amateurs.
Close my eyes, blow out, and lay back.
It's a measly Monday night.
No sub until the weekend.
How I wish it was the weekend.
Stick my stick inside her.
A lick here.
A whip there.
Suspension in the air.
Another quick puff and a change of mind to keep me sane.
Instead of feeling, Instead of acknowledging, instead of thinking,
I ignore it all.
Maybe another hour or so
And I'll have done my good deed of the week.
Repent for my sins
A cold gust of wind
And a blessing comes my way.
I see her.
Black silk dress clinging on sleek glistening skin
Curves are being embraced
Hugged.
Slit down the leg
Making me… leak
Fawn locks fall on an arched back
Breasts sitting pretty
Plump.
Fleshy.
Divine.
And that face.
Oh that face.
Sublime beauty.
A flutter of her eyes and
I tremble.
I've been caught.
I'm intrigued.
She… intrigues me.
And I'm up and walking
But it's not me walking
I've been taken captive, against my will.
My arm holds her hip
Possessing.
As she sits
I caress her back to my front.
"Sit, be still, and listen."
I want to fuck her badly.
"I want to fuck you."
I get a laugh.
"Hello I'm Anastasia."
She's looking at me now.
She's staring at me.
My insides are howling.
"Hello Anastasia, I want to fuck you very badly."
She's saying something .
She's talking to me , but my hunger is drowning out my senses.
She's looking at me.
I can't look away.
Her eyes.. they're just ..
She's just..
"And you are?"
Shit she's talking to me.
"Christian Grey."
She continues to talk.
Magic tumbling from her pretty little lips.
I'm hanging on to every word, watching her lips.
Watching her.
Her lips.
Those lips.
All this attention.
All these intentions.
And these eyes.
They're trying to speak to me.
Me.
She scares me a little.
She scares me somewhere deep.
I've had enough.
I kiss her properly without knowing what I'm doing .
There's that spell.
Our kiss taking an amount of …
Of what?
"Please let's not give them a show."
I beg , unconvincingly.
"What will you do to me?"
The perfect question.
"No need for words. I will show you."
That night I grabbed her hand and knew it would be difficult to release.
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