As many of you know I recently published A Time Traveler's Companion as an eBook. It is available on Amazon, however I also published the audiobook version. It is in two parts and you can find them on GooglePlay. Below is the images and links to the book.
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NOTE: there are trigger warnings for this book. Mild sexual content. 18 & over.
I will be publishing the paperback with IngramSparks but also on Amazon. I plan on purchasing a ISBN number to publish on other platforms.
“He said my Remi,” I mused and smiled. I instinctively wrapped my arms
around his neck. Responding with a grin,
“I’ve really missed you.”
He smiled back and
asked, “How about a trip to 1989?” I thought for a moment and replied, “Are we
planning to swipe something while we’re there?”
“Why do you assume that’s my only plan?
Sometimes I just want to enjoy a getaway with my beautiful girl,” he said,
leaning in to give me a deep kiss. I looked up at his angelic face, eager to
travel again and said, “Okay, let’s go.” He chuckled and said, “We’ll go as
soon as we’re dressed for the era.” We embraced the fashion of the late 1980s. He
wore a classic tie-dyed t-shirt under a brown leather jacket, jeans, a matching
brown leather belt, and Nike sneakers. I chose a white top with a denim jacket
and straight-leg jeans, completing my outfit with high-top Reebok sneakers. The
AI gave my hair a fabulous 80s makeover. I adorned myself with
bold, gold dangling earrings—an unusual choice for me, but Mr. Smith insisted
we should blend in. I recalled Melanie's words: “Who cares?”
A smile crept onto my face at the memory. “Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded in response as we stepped out of the monolith hand in hand. We found ourselves in a park bustling with life; children playing while their parents kept a watchful eye. It felt surreal to be in 1989, knowing my mom was just 11 years old at this moment. We hopped into a taxi to explore the Heritage Museum of the O.C., followed by a visit to a nearby indoor mall. As we strolled through the shops, I spotted a woman with striking red hair. She kind of looked a little bit like Tracy. As she approached, our eyes locked in a moment.
Then it hit me, “Is she Tracy’s daughter?” I pondered. Tracy doesn’t live in the O.C. unless she did but later moved. As we walked past her, a soft smile shadowed her face. She gave me a nod then walked past us. Mr. Smith paid no attention to our unspoken interaction; in fact, his mind was preoccupied with other things. We took a bus to a nice hotel called the Hyatt; we checked in. The room was nice, clean, and comfy. “This hotel has a nice little restaurant downstairs; would you like to go?” he asked me, as he wrapped his arms around my slender waist holding me close.
“Okay,” I said, looking into his eyes, amorously. The monolith appeared in our room and Mr. Smith put the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob outside, then we went into the monolith. “Remi, we have plenty of time before dinner is served. What do you feel like doing?” he asked, with a wink of his eye. He removed his jacket and casually threw it onto a black chair beside one of the consoles in the control room.
“I'm not sure, what do you feel like doing?” I
teased playfully with a sly smile.
"You know my
favorite thing, or should I say my absolute favorite thing," he replied
with a cheeky grin, as he shifted the crystals around on the matrix table. He
glanced back at me, a playful smile on his face.
"Again? You want to have sex again?"
I asked, a bit timidly with a giggle.
"Why not?"
he shot back. "Don't you want to be with me?"
"I do, but…"
“But what? Are you
being shy?” he asked. I playfully laughed. “Ah, I get it, you’re just messing
with me,” he said with a playful click of his tongue and a cheeky grin as he
strolled over, scooped me up, and tossed me over his shoulder. He gave my
backside a couple of playful smacks. “Mr. Smith, I can walk on my own, please
put me down.”
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he replied, carrying me down the hallway into one of the living rooms of the monolith. The decor in this room was pretty much the same as in all the others. The walls are painted black and covered in odd geometric patterns, with the light in the room shining through the lines that form the shapes. A square fixture above the seating area casts a gentle fluorescent glow from the ceiling. The furniture boasts a sleek black hue, with just a couple of plants nestled in the corners of the room. He gently placed me on the sectional sofa. Even now, I can glimpse his true essence beneath the facade he presents, a reality that will always remain. He did something to my brain that can never be undone. My body feels tired, and I fear that when he finally drops me off at home, I will crash hard. He fixed his gaze on me, an intense expression crossing his face as he began to undress.
“Remove your clothes, Butterfly,” he commanded, his tone firm yet gentle. I nervously bit my lower lip and began to peel off my garments at a leisurely pace. “You’re teasing me again,” he paused, taking a moment to savor the moment. “I adore it,” he said seductively. I wasn’t trying to tease him; I simply wasn’t in the mood for sex at that moment, feeling both tired and hungry. But he was impatient, lifting me off the sofa and assisting me in shedding my clothes.(Images are for the readers entertainment)
Excerpt from Part 4 Chapter 31
Our breaths matched the frantic pace of our racing hearts, a shared panic settled as we realized the danger we were in. The monolith appeared a few yards away, however as we neared, I suddenly felt a searing blast go through me, like fire consuming my very body. The next thing I remember is waking up in the infirmary. I scanned my surroundings and realized that I was wrapped in that peculiar bio-skin substance, akin to the one Mr. Smith had instructed me to apply to his body when he was injured back in the 1930s.
I felt completely immobilized, as if I were frozen in place, yet I could still
speak and shift my gaze. I shut my eyes, attempting to piece together the
events that led me here. “Are you having trouble recalling what
transpired?” the AI asked.
“Yes, could you please explain what happened?” My voice came out faint and fragile. The AI began to reveal the events on the holographic screen above me. It appeared that the AI had been capturing nearly everything occurring around and within the monolith, which unsettled me. I watched as Mr. Smith, and I raced through the tunnels. Just as we approached the monolith, a sudden jolt of pain shot through my back, courtesy of the android's weapon. The impact was overwhelming. Mr. Smith quickly yanked me inside, and in an instant, the monolith disappeared. I found myself lying on the operating table in the infirmary, blood seeping from my wound. Mr. Smith looked terrified, his eyes brimming with tears. “Can you save her?” he asked the AI, his voice trembling with dread.
“Yes,
but she will need to undergo the same procedure you have experienced each time
you were gravely injured,” It paused, “Maybe it’s time
to consider letting her go, and possess her body,” it stated bluntly.
Mr. Smith’s face turned crimson, “How could you even propose that?” he shouted,
his anger palpable. “I already have a new body prepared, just in case this one
dies.”
He exhaled deeply, his voice firm as he commanded, “Make her better.” I appeared lifeless, which was hardly surprising given that I was teetering on the edge of death once again. He exited the room, and suddenly, a brilliant light enveloped my body. High-tech medical devices descended from the ceiling, beginning the intricate process of mending the wound in my abdomen, where the blaster burned right through me. I observed as the AI worked, injecting nanites into my body that swiftly mended my injury. They resemble tiny mites, bustling around and fixing the damaged tissue. The holo-screen turned off. I closed my eyes; I believe I was unconscious again. An unexpected memory surged into my mind-I recall having a face-to-face conversation with the AI. It was in its true form, it appeared as a black humanoid figure, akin to a mannequin yet possessing the fluidity of human movement.
Its eyes were mere slits, glowing with an eerie crimson light. It loomed in front of me as we stood face to face within the wall of the monolith.
"How can I be here while my body is there?" I questioned, my voice trembling as I gazed at it in terror. "Am I... dead?" I asked. It came closer, moving deliberately as it extended a hand toward my cheek. I instinctively recoiled. As it shifted, the AI's movements echoed those of the android from Terminator 2, particularly the police officer in his authentic state. Upon closer inspection, the AI’s skin resembled a dark liquid, shifting and flowing as it changed position. However, there was an unsettling shadow, a foreboding presence surrounding the AI that sent a shiver down my spine.
“No,
you are not dead, I brought your mind to this place while your body undergoes
repair,” it
replied.
“Are
you really female?” I asked.
“Absolutely,
I can be whatever he desires. Since he wished for me to embody Melanie’s image,
I appear as her on occasion,” it paused then added, “Eventually,
I will take on your likeness, one day.” Its words sent a chill through me,
but I managed to ask, “What makes you say that?”
“Do you not grasp the situation? You won't live forever, but he will and when your time comes, your very essence will merge within these walls. Just like what occurred with Melanie, the woman whose body Ona now possesses.” Hearing this from the AI left me in a state of shock and fear. "Let me out of here at once," I insisted. I pressed my hands against the dark glass. Mr. Smith walked into the infirmary, and he stood over my body. I banged on the surface of the glass wall, but he couldn't hear my cries for help.
“Mr. Smith, please help me! I’m stuck in here,” I shouted. The AI hovered closely behind me, its fingers brushing through my hair with an odd sense of curiosity. “It appears he’s more taken with you than I thought,” the AI remarked. I instinctively moved away from it. In an instant, I found myself back in my own body. Mr. Smith had just stepped out of the room as my eyes shot open, I gasped for air. I was staring up at the ceiling in confusion. Hours passed, and as my body regained strength, I noticed that the bio-skin substance had melded seamlessly into my own skin. Mr. Smith entered and gently lifted me, carrying me to his room for some much-needed rest. “Remi, I promise to take you home after our final adventure. We’re heading to the 1800s, but for now, just rest my love,” he said, kissing me deeply and covering my naked body with the soft, comforting sheets.
After our steamy encounter, we decided to get dressed up in 1930s outfits. He was dressed in a pair of brown trousers that had a relaxed fit, paired with sleek black suspenders and a coordinating blazer. Underneath, he wore a sharp white button-up shirt, and to add a touch of flair, he had a handkerchief neatly placed in the left pocket of his blazer. To finish off his outfit, he sported a fashionable hat reminiscent of the 1930s, which really tied the whole look together perfectly. My ensemble features a crisp white button-up blouse for women, with the sleeves casually rolled up about a quarter of the way. I’ve paired it with a stylish brown vest and some tailored slacks held up by suspenders. To complete the look, I’m wearing elegant black pumps that have that classic 1930s vibe and gold dangle earrings.
He assisted me in getting my hair done in that classic 1930s style, just like the glamorous women of that era. Then, he handed me a tube of red lipstick and said, “You should wear this.” I applied it, and when he saw me, his face lit up with a smile, and he leaned in to give me a kiss. “Beautiful,” he said, clearly impressed.
“Wow, I can’t believe we are here,” I said as
I stepped out of the monolith and looked around.
“Mr.
Smith, where are we?” He lightly chuckled and said, “You still call me Mr.
Smith, I find that adorable.” I blushed as he took my hand in his.
"We are in Los Angeles," he
remarked. I turned around, only to realize that the monolith had vanished from
view.
"I can’t believe this is Los
Angeles!" I exclaimed, absorbing the vibrant surroundings.
"What
makes you say that?" he asked, curiously.
The next day, we made
our way to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, a stunning
architectural marvel situated on Wilshire Boulevard. My previous visit had been
during a high school field trip, so the memories came flooding back as I
stepped inside. It looked a little different than what I remember. Curiosity
got the better of me, and I turned to Mr. Smith, and asked, “Why are we here?”
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With a glimmer of
excitement in his eyes, he responded, “There’s something here that I must
acquire.” As we wandered through the museum, we immersed ourselves in the
captivating displays of artifacts, vibrant paintings, and exquisite antique jewelry,
each piece telling its own unique story. I stumbled upon this gorgeous brooch
that was crafted from gold, featuring a brilliant sapphire right in the middle,
about the size of a quarter, and encircled by a ring of sparkling diamonds. The
design resembled a beautiful flower, and I was completely captivated by its
sheer elegance. Mr. Smith, noticing the admiration in my gaze, turned to me and
said, “Remi, I promise that one day I’ll gift you a gorgeous pendant.” My heart
skipped a beat, and a gentle smile spread across my face. “Tonight, when this
place closes, we’re going to come back,” he whispered.
A wave of confusion
washed over me as I studied his expression, but it quickly dawned on me that he
was plotting to snatch the brooch. My heart raced, and I felt my eyes grow wide
with alarm as I scanned the room, anxiety creeping in. As we inched back toward
the wall, I couldn't help but scan the crowd with a mix of anxiety and
curiosity. They seemed completely absorbed in the stunning artifacts displayed
in the shiny glass cases, completely unaware of my unease. He stayed totally
cool, radiating a chill confidence that suggested nothing could throw him off
balance.
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The next day, we made our way to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, a stunning architectural marvel situated on Wilshire Boulevard. My previous visit had been during a high school field trip, so the memories came flooding back as I stepped inside. It looked a little different than what I remember. Curiosity got the better of me, and I turned to Mr. Smith, and asked, “Why are we here?”
With a glimmer of
excitement in his eyes, he responded, “There’s something here that I must
acquire.” As we wandered through the museum, we immersed ourselves in the
captivating displays of artifacts, vibrant paintings, and exquisite antique jewelry,
each piece telling its own unique story. I stumbled upon this gorgeous brooch
that was crafted from gold, featuring a brilliant sapphire right in the middle,
about the size of a quarter, and encircled by a ring of sparkling diamonds. The
design resembled a beautiful flower, and I was completely captivated by its
sheer elegance. Mr. Smith, noticing the admiration in my gaze, turned to me and
said, “Remi, I promise that one day I’ll gift you a gorgeous pendant.” My heart
skipped a beat, and a gentle smile spread across my face. “Tonight, when this
place closes, we’re going to come back,” he whispered.
A wave of confusion
washed over me as I studied his expression, but it quickly dawned on me that he
was plotting to snatch the brooch. My heart raced, and I felt my eyes grow wide
with alarm as I scanned the room, anxiety creeping in. As we inched back toward
the wall, I couldn't help but scan the crowd with a mix of anxiety and
curiosity. They seemed completely absorbed in the stunning artifacts displayed
in the shiny glass cases, completely unaware of my unease. He stayed totally
cool, radiating a chill confidence that suggested nothing could throw him off
balance.
"So, what's our plan for stealing that?" I whispered, a bit sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping in. Mr. Smith leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead, smiling as he said, “You’re absolutely adorable.” He then locked eyes with me, his expression serious yet warm, and continued, “I’ll explain everything once we’re back in our room.” He lightly traced his finger along the surface of his ring before taking my hand, guiding me into another room that was completely empty; save for the artwork adorning the walls. There, the monolith loomed, seamlessly merging with its surroundings, almost camouflaged among the exhibits. Anyone who happened to catch sight of it would likely assume it was just another piece of the collection, blending effortlessly into the curated space. My breath caught in my throat as I exclaimed, “Oh my god, what if someone sees us?” My voice trembled with anxiety. He simply shook his head, reassuring me as we stepped into the monolith, which then vanished, transporting us back to our hotel room. A wave of nerves washed over me as I contemplated the heist ahead.
“Remi, my love, don’t fret; I’ll guide you through my methods,” he promised, and while I nodded in response, a lingering sense of uncertainty still gnawed at me. “Mr. Smith, why do you need to steal it?" It was a valid inquiry, yet somewhat simplistic. He let out a derisive laugh, responding, "Butterfly, a client from the year 2203 has commissioned me for it. They intend to purchase it from me, and since I possess the ability to traverse time, I often explore various periods to acquire specific artifacts. I ensure to substitute the brooch with a replica generated by the AI within the monolith, so the original items remain undetected as missing," he explained with an air of nonchalance. "Well, I guess. It is the 1930s, a time when high-tech devices for verifying authenticity simply don't exist," I remarked. He chuckled and shook his head, adding, "No need to fret about that; the AI is the pinnacle of high-tech innovation you could ask for," he quipped, giving me a playful wink. It was clear that he was no stranger to ventures like this one; perhaps Melanie had already caught wind of his unusual pursuits. With a resigned sigh, I nodded in agreement. Later in the evening we stepped into the monolith and dressed in the black fitted jumpsuits. The monolith appeared inside the museum after closing. There is a security guard that walks the hallways but with the help of the AI, Mr. Smith can pinpoint his location.
We arrived
at our destination in no time at all. The monolith appeared in the heart of the
city, surrounded by towering buildings made of stunning, shimmering glass-like
structures. Stepping out of the monolith, I couldn't help but feel amazed by
the breathtaking scenery.
"Wow,
it's absolutely beautiful," I exclaimed, my eyes wide and my mouth
slightly agape. While strolling, we caught the gaze of numerous onlookers,
intrigued by our unique outfits, or I should say my outfit. Mr. Smith fit in, wearing
his black blazer, a white button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing
a bit of his chest, and black pants. It was hard not to notice that everyone
else was clad in black and white attire. Curiously, I raised an eyebrow and
observed as they walked by. Mr. Smith gently held my hand and gave it a
reassuring squeeze.
"Don't
pay them any mind," he advised. “They’re just curious.”
"This place is” I paused as I looked at a
woman walk by then added, “Different." He chuckled and affectionately
said, "You're adorable," planting a kiss on my forehead. My brow
furrowed and I blushed, smiling nervously. "I think they're more interested in the monolith than
us," he noted. Indeed, some people were approaching it and even touching it. It was surprising for the
onlookers to witness the monolith vanish right before their eyes, causing them
to jump back with a start.
Not everyone sported such a bold look, but the color palette
remained consistent - black and white. While strolling along the sidewalk, I
paused to feel the wall of a building, which turned out to be a smooth, sleek
surface made of an unfamiliar material. I could observe black and white bullet
trains speeding through enclosed tube-like tracks all over the city. Inhaling
deeply, I noticed the air was refreshingly clean.
"Have you been to
this place before, Mr. Smith?" I asked him as we strolled down the street
hand in hand.
"Yeah, it's been a while," he replied abruptly, leaving me to ponder if he had visited with someone else in the past. The idea made me feel a bit unsettled. Getting into a self-driving electric taxi, I shot him a quick look from the corner of my eye, debating whether I should delve deeper into his history by asking more questions. The taxi's exterior gleamed in white, contrasting sharply with the all-black interior that had synthetic glass with small holes separating us from the front cab.
The side doors opened automatically for passengers, while the front control panel remained out of touch for those in the back. Surprisingly spacious, the taxi could fit up to six people. "Head to the Leisure Palace Tower," he instructed the taxi's computer. Looking out of the cab's tinted windows, I marveled at the stunning cityscape before me, feeling overwhelmed by its beauty. Mr. Smith was staring at me with a look that combined longing and desire, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. It seemed like he had hidden intentions for our time together, and I couldn't help but sense that he wanted something deeper from me. I quickly averted my gaze. Trying to distract myself, I asked him about the people here, wondering if we had finally expanded our civilization to other planets.
"I've noticed that everyone here is human. Have we truly colonized other worlds?" I asked.
"Yes, indeed. Your
people have accomplished that. It's now the year 2203, and this planet is one
of the six that humans have successfully colonized," he responded. "2203,"
I whispered to myself in disbelief.
A checkered black and white carpet covered the floor, with
cushioned chairs placed on top. Black ceramic pots held plants, and large black
and white paintings adorned the walls. The room's focal point was a stunning
crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its brilliance standing out
against the monochromatic theme.
"Wow," I
whispered as I glanced around. We checked in and we
rode the glass elevator up to our room on the 13th floor. Upon entering, I
was in awe. The large windows offered breathtaking views of the city, with
hillsides shimmering in the distance, with something glittering on them in the
sunlight.
“What is that shining on
the hillside? It looks like….”
“Crystals,” he interjected. I set my backpack down on a chair. “Really. Wow, they’re beautiful,” I said. I gazed out the window, marveling at the breathtaking view. The room's automated shutters and skylight roof added to the modern convenience. Suddenly, he appeared behind me, wrapping his arms around my slender waist and holding me tightly. Our cheeks brushed against each other, and I closed my eyes, releasing a contented sigh. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his warm breath against my cheek. He gently turned me around, never letting go of our embrace. "I took the liberty of booking us a Day Spa appointment, followed by dinner. Tomorrow, we can explore the stunning landscapes and visit the Blue Crystal Caves," he said.
"Awesome," was all I could say. I was taken aback by
the beauty of the surrounding city and him.
"Thank you," I said, and asked, "When should we
go to the Day Spa?" He responded, “In
forty-five minutes.” As I glanced around the room, and noticed the small black
fridge, probably filled with cocktail drinks, and the king-size bed covered in
soft white sheets. But then it hit me, there was only one bed. My heart skipped
a beat, and I let out a soft gasp. He casually tossed his black blazer onto the
bed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined biceps beneath his
crisp white button-up shirt. He was undeniably attractive. Feeling a bit
anxious, I said, “Um, I’m going to use the bathroom.” He nodded and before I
knew it, he approached me, gently cupping my face and planting a lingering hard
kiss on my lips. It caught me off guard, but in a good way. I managed to smile
before retreating to the bathroom to collect my thoughts.
Being in the year 2203 felt surreal, and I wished I could’ve
shared this experience with someone like Leila. The realization hit me - what if he wanted to take things
further? I pondered the possibilities, whispering to myself, "One bed,
oh my God." I stared at my reflection in the mirror, questioning why he
chose me and what he wanted from me. With a murmur, I contemplated the
situation, asking myself, "What should I do?" After taking a deep
breath, I gathered my courage. "Alright, I can do this," I reassured
myself, mustering confidence as I prepared to leave the bathroom. As I stepped out, I found him
sitting on the bed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. "You look
stunning," he complimented with a flirtatious smile, patting the space
next to him. I hesitantly sat down, feeling a bit awkward at first, my heart
racing. His fingers caressed my hair before grazing my lips, causing him to gulp audibly.
"I suppose we have a bit of time before our spa appointment," he said as his gaze fixed on me contemplatively, pondering his next move. I nervously swallowed, asking, "So, what would you like to do?" His arm encircled my shoulder as he leaned in for a kiss, prompting me to recline on the bed. His body pressed against mine, his lips exploring mine tenderly. His tongue delved into my mouth, as his hand slipped beneath my blouse to toy with my bra. Lifting my blouse over my bra, he unhooked it skillfully, gently teasing my nipples with his tongue until they stiffened. The knock on the door broke the moment, but he hesitated to stop.
"Room service," the voice called out, causing Mr.
Smith to reluctantly pause. With a soft
groan, he acknowledged the interruption and got up to answer the door. As
he left, I remained in a daze, filled with the lingering feeling of love. I
watched as he walked to the door. With a swift tap on the panel beside the
door, it slid open, allowing the man to enter. As I hastily fixed my rumpled
attire, the man's gaze shifted between me and Mr. Smith, a sly grin spreading
across his face, he raised an eyebrow. “I brought you
complimentary lunch from the kitchen,” he said. Mr. Smith looked at me and
winked. The server pushed the cart in.
“Thank you and here’s for your troubles.” Mr. Smith gave him a
gold coin and closed the door.
“So, you carry gold coins
with you?” I asked. He smiled and lifted one of the lids from the bowls on the
food cart.
“Looks good,” he said,
“And yes, I do.”
“Oh, okay,” I chuckled
and shrugged. I stood up and walked toward him. I looked at the food.
"We should make our
way to the spa appointment," he glanced at his watch.
"Is it almost
time?" I asked.
"It's always good to arrive a little
early. I assure you that once we return," he paused, gently caressing my
cheek, "We'll continue to get to know each other better." He tilted
his head to the side, flashing a charming smile. I blushed and nervously played
with a strand of my hair. Realizing my childish behavior, I quickly stopped.
"Wait a second," I started, with a hint of confusion evident in my voice. "I thought our plan was to have a fancy dinner at that upscale restaurant later?" He simply shrugged, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with the intensity in his eyes as he drew me closer, “We have three days to do that.” In that moment, I could see his intentions clearly etched on his face. Despite my lingering doubts, there was an undeniable comfort in his presence, a sense of security that allowed me to surrender myself completely - my heart, my affection, and even my virginity. No one had ever evoked such emotions within me. His captivating smile and the way he enveloped me in his arms effortlessly erased any lingering worries. I couldn't help but wonder why someone with his irresistible charm and magnetic personality didn't already have a significant other. As he strode towards the closet, he tapped a hidden spot on the wall, causing it to swing open effortlessly. Inside, there were two pristine white robes. I picked up the charming mini toga robe tailored for women, featuring a delicate matching sash.
His toga robe, fell to his knees and was accompanied by a white sash to cinch at the waist. Both enticing, crafted from a light terry cloth material.
"Are they serious
about this attire?" I pondered aloud, casting a doubtful glance at the
clothing before letting out a soft chuckle.
"It's
necessary," he affirmed, pausing as he settled on the bed. "And
remember, no undergarments, just these robes," he instructed. I hesitated
briefly, mulling over his words. "Well, I suppose," I acquiesced,
taking the robe and heading to the bathroom to change. After slipping into the robe,
I emerged from the bathroom, only to find Mr. Smith gazing at me with
admiration. Feeling a tad self-conscious, I shyly looked away with a smile. "Should
we go barefoot or what?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence in the
room. He gestured towards the closet, indicating our footwear options. He informed me that
there should be a pair of sandals in the closet. As I approached, the door slid
open, revealing both male and female sandals on the floor. I picked up a pair,
feeling his intense gaze on me, watching every move with desire.
Blushing, I hesitated before responding, "Well, I suppose." The room was filled with an intoxicating aroma that heightened my relaxation and happiness. The woman, with her hair elegantly tied up, had hands as soft as silk as she massaged me. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith luxuriated in one of the hot tubs in another room. After our blissful time at the day spa, we strolled back to our room. There was something about that place that put my mind at ease and made me feel truly beautiful. He wrapped his arm around my slender waist and drew me close.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. With a contented smile, I replied, "I loved it. It was incredibly relaxing, and I've never experienced a day spa like that before."
"Well, I'm delighted to have given you this unforgettable experience," he said, winking and planting a tender kiss on my head. As we walked down the hallway towards our room, a woman with sunglasses and sandy blonde curly hair glanced at us curiously. At first, I didn't recognize her, dressed in a knee-length dark brown leather coat and knee-high black flat boots, but upon a closer look, I realized she was the woman from the park. I let out a soft gasp. As she passed, I saw a holster under her coat, hinting at a concealed weapon.
Her gaze lingered on me before shifting to Mr.
Smith, scrutinizing us. My brow
furrowed as she walked past, and I glanced back at her, but she never turned
around. I wondered if Mr. Smith knew her and if she was bothered by seeing us together,
yet it seemed he hadn't even noticed her presence. "Are people allowed to
carry weapons so openly around here?" I asked. He gave me a curious look. "Yes, but they are not permitted to use them. Why do you
ask?"
"Well, that woman who just walked past us
had a holster with a weapon. Did you see her?" He glanced back, but she
had already vanished around the corner.
"I didn't really pay attention," he admitted, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of us together. I am far more observant than him, and the woman's gaze appeared intimidating and slightly menacing. I made a confused face. Upon reaching our room, we both removed our sandals. Collapsing onto the bed, I closed my eyes, feeling utterly relaxed and beautiful with my hair cascading around me. As we lay side by side, he reached out and held my hand, drawing closer to me and initiating a passionate kiss. Gradually, he began to undress me, revealing my bare chest as his lips caressed my skin. His hands explored my body, whispering words of admiration as we became entwined in a fervent embrace, lost in each other's touch. I gingerly parted my legs, and he showered me with tender kisses, leaving love marks on my inner thighs. His tongue found its way to my pulsating, wet clit, teasing and caressing it skillfully. He guided me to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. With my hands entangled in his hair, his tongue delved into my moist tunnel, greedily savoring it.
Ecstasy washed over me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. As he pleasured me orally, his fingers skillfully explored my depths. Moving upward, his lips trailed kisses along my belly and up to my breasts. Lost in pleasure, I barely noticed as I shifted further up the bed. With a soft moan, I felt his hard, thick member slide into me, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. The rhythm intensified; his arms enveloped me tightly. Arching my back, I released a tantalizing moan, unable to form words. Pain ripped through me, as he tore through my hymen. My moans of ecstasy drowned out any other noise as every fiber of my being tensed and my pulse quickened. His thrust became more aggressive, his kisses more urgent. In a brief instant, I caught a glimpse of a flash of blue in his eyes, but I squeezed my own shut, refusing to acknowledge it. I convinced myself that his otherworldly origins were the reason his eyes seemed to glow with passion.
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