It was a near empty carriage on the Northern Line – another uneventful Friday night drawing to a close as it always did, on the last tube home. But then I caught his gaze from the opposite seat and oh my, was he beautiful – a man in every sense! The tube shuddered to a halt: it was my stop, and what do you know, it was his too. Our eyes connected again and in that moment he opened his mouth to say...
"Happy weekend!"... "sorry, what?" There I am all of a sudden hoping he wasn't just another drunk (but EXTREMELY good looking) idiot. "Oh sorry, I just said that's a very beautiful dress you have on..
I like the colour!" Instead of pulling him up on his change in tact, I thought I'd let him get away with it. His voice alone was turning me into a giggling schoolgirl, so I couldn't even if I tried.
"Thanks". Was that really all I could muster? I guess it was as I started to follow the 'Way Out' signs towards a lonely taxi home. "Well, it was nice to meet you..." I heard him sigh.
It was in that moment something came over me and my heels stopped dead in their tracks, like he already had some sort of control over me. "Where are you off to?" I quickly replied.
Did I really just say that? "Somewhere new. Somewhere I bet you've never been to!" he exclaimed before I could even answer myself. "Oh really... and where would that be?"
At this point he had caught up to me and his hypnotising gaze had me lost for a second. It was a busy station but for that moment I felt like it was the both of us. Just 2 strangers all alone.
"Let me show you". 2 strangers all alone but were we about to become more than that? He extended his hand and strengthened his gaze. I thought on it for a second and then...
Took his hand. I felt like that was the best decision I'd ever made and I didn't even know what I was doing. He led me out of the station into the cold night and...
pulled me towards him and hungrily kissed me, I could feel how much he wanted me and even though I didn't even know his name I had never wanted anyone more!
The urge kept growing but then the bustling crowd of the city street split our embrace apart. I could no longer see him but I could hear him shouting for me. I shouted back. 'I'm here... I'm here!!'
As I was swept along by the crowd I felt like I would never feel his lips on mine again, never know if the desire I felt from that single kiss was a small taste of what it would be like between us.
He had disappeared, I felt the disappointment in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. How could a total stranger make me feel so excited? I searched the crowds for him and then
I spotted him but this time he hadn't seen me. The broadness of his back and circumference of his strong arms left me wanting to find out where else he may hide an impressive girth. I called out,
"Wait!" as I desperately made my way towards him through the crowd. He turned and smiled at me. As if he could sense my longing for him and with every step I took towards him my longing grew stronger.
Suddenly we were face to face. Standing in silence in an ocean of chaos. His towering stature shielding us. Staring into my eyes he softly whispered, "My name is Johnathan Black. What's yours?"
I blushed as the scent of his Paco Rabanne aftershave alerted yet another of my senses. I paused, lost in the moment, almost forgetting to answer, before whispering back,
"You're going to have to earn it to learn it... Surely you know how to show a girl a good time?" I didn't know where that came from but he was impressed. He took my hand and hailed a taxi.
As we sat, side by side in the back of the taxi, the cold, black leather of the seat made the backs of my thighs somewhat sticky. "Are you OK?" Johnathan asked me, his head cocked to one side.
"Fine" I said, remembering that I had wet-wipes in my bag. "Where are we going?" I asked him, expectantly. "Nando's" he mumbled into the up-turned collar of his coat. I wasn't sure how to respond, so
I just decided to stare out of the window. "I'll make a note not to be sarcastic again..." His hand found a place on my leg and he edged closer. "We can go to mine or we can go to yours - your choice"
"Mine!" I said eagerly. I then reflected on my outburst and two things struck me, firstly I sounded desperate. Secondly I hadn't made the bed and I had left yesterday's bra and knickers hanging on the
bedpost.. I would have to distract him somehow - but in the taxi he was distracting me - starting to move his hand up my leg and nibble on my ear. I worried about the taxi driver noticing.
But then again, it felt so good that I couldn't stop him. On arrival at mine I invite him into my bedroom. He starts to kiss me and I want to scream! It feels so good, I want him now, I need him now!
My heart starts beating really fast and I feel weak. All of a sudden, he stops kissing me, looks deeply into my eyes and says
"You are intoxicating!" As he runs his thumb across my lips, down my chin and along my shoulder blades. His eyes bore into mine and as a whimper steals from my mouth, a sexy smile crosses his face.
He slowly slips the straps of my dress off my shoulders, trailing kisses on my skin as he goes. I feel him lifting up the bottom of my dress with his other hand. He stops
and looks into my eyes and grasps my bottom with two hands. I clinch my cheeks together as he pulls me towards him. He whispers into my ear....
This is going to be the night you remember for the rest of your life. He slowly takes me towards the bed... I can already feel the tingle start. My heart begins to race, as he slowly takes down my
red lace thong. He leaves a path of gentle kisses as the panties go off. Pausing briefly, he begins to give my inner thigh a long passionate kiss. I feel a fire of passion and desire roar between my
thighs. It feels so good and I haven't even had him yet. Is this what I've been missing out on?! His strong voice emerges again...
"I want you sore, baby", and he continues his sweet, leisurely torment, backward, forward. "Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine!!"
For some reason I felt like I had heard that somewhere before but this wasn't a moment for pondering, because those kisses were getting stronger and his hands caressing every inch of me. What next?
His domination was already encapsulating me and I was taken even more as he ripped his expensive shirt off, not caring about the buttons, but instead flipping me over to get closer to my behind.
I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear, "I want you so bad baby, from the moment I set eyes on you I knew I would be inside you, feeling your every urge, your every desire..."
Just as our passion began to erupt, we heard a startling noise from close by. Surely it couldn't be...
An intruder? My ex-boyfriend? Nope... luckily, it was just the cat. We both broke into laughter and before you know it, he was coaxing it from the bedroom. I worried the moment had been lost so I
laid back on the bed with my most inviting pose waiting for his return. He walked into the room with the biggest smile from those beautiful big eyes to those peach coloured lips, the next thing he was
caressing my feet, gently running his warm wet lips over my toes whilst his hands deftly stroked my legs. As I succumbed to his every touch, he parted my legs, flicking his tongue over my thighs and
perineum. At once I was breathless, he moved slowly upwards, circling his tongue around my navel
then up across my breasts before meeting my lips as he entered me, sending a flurry of anticipated gratification between us both. He was everything I wanted him to be and more. I pulled him closer and
sighed into his neck. I could feel his impressive member push itself deep inside. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and I could feel my body tighten as I welcomed him into me. Sensing my arousal he
began to move deliciously slowly, I could feel myself getting wetter with every thrust. His hands expertly caressing my breasts as his pace quickened until
he stopped and told me it wasnt time. He told me to sip some champagne and cool off for a moment. I took a sip and he took the glass from me, laid me down & poured some into my navel. He proceeded to
gently lick champagne from my navel whilst caressing my breasts with his hands. He kissed his way up my stomach, up to my breasts giving each one a soft suck. His mouth moved to my neck, I tingled
with anticipation but he pulled away, teasing me. He softly kissed my mouth and eased away, slowly getting dressed to leave. He knows that leaving me wanting, makes me crave more. I close my eyes and
taking a deep shuddering breath I feel excited that this man can posses this power over my body. I slowly run my fingers over my erected nipples, taking in their hardness my hands caress my skin but
suddenly, there's a knock at the door & his dreamy eyes meet mine, sharing confusion & slight intrigue. He grabs a towel to cover his modesty as I wait playfully in the sheets. He opens the door
to find a strong, beautiful woman stood staring. I had such a confusion of emotions.. He looked at me excited and hopeful
but behind her stood a man clad in black with a balaclava and a hand held pistol. He told my man to get his clothes on and frogmarched him out of the room with the woman following behind. I was
paralysed with fear but managed to scramble to the window only to see him getting into a car with blacked-out windows. I turned to face the room & spotted his mobile & wallet. Would they give me any
clue as to what had just happened? With my hands shaking and heart beating uncontrollably, I picked up his wallet from the bedside table. It was made from the softest leather but felt so heavy.
I sat bewildered for a minute as I fingered the smooth leather, taking in the scent of it. It had his initials on it. I was trying to muster up the courage to open it as I was terrified of what
I might find, would it reveal the real Mr Black? I desperately needed to know more, was the last few hours my imagination? Had our chance meeting been a dream? Suddenly it all became clear ...
I felt sick as the realisation dawned on me, my Mr. Perfect who could work my body in ways I never knew possible, taking it to the most incredible place... was married! The picture
of his family right before my eyes. His beautiful wife has caramel coloured skin, and long curly hair. Two beautiful children stood in front of them, eyes full of happiness. Could I ruin this perfect
family? every fragment of my brain was telling me I couldn't but my body still tingling from his touch screamed yes, yes, YES!! I Flop back on the pillows in thought. Damn I'm horny, I run my fingers
over my body but then down to the remote control. Just in time for Corrie... ya beauty! I decide to make myself a Horlicks and just chill. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door
and my heart stops. I put the Horlicks down and my mind starts to race. Another knock. My body one step ahead of my mind gets up and I slowly start to unbutton my blouse as I walk towards the door
I then pull open the door, fully exposed, and to my horror it was the DHL man. I gasped in embarrassment and quickly covered up. On the plus side, at least my Partridge boxset had arrived...
After an evening spent watching my Partridge box set, my body full of filthy thoughts, the door knocks again. Who could this be at this godly hour I think to myself?
I answer the door and to my surprise it was my next door neighbour. Her eyes were locked on mine, she said nothing but I knew her intentions when she started biting her lips.
I flushed full of the tantalising promise that her eyes were filled with and so full of sexual tension from so many near misses that I pounced, claiming her mouth and savagely ripping at her clothes.
Within seconds my head was between her wet legs. My whole body was racing. The feel of her clit on my tongue was so tantalising. The new experience of a women was breathtaking. Forget Mr Grey.
...or Mr. Black for that matter. Wherever he had gone was floating out of my mind with each stroke of my tongue against her. I felt selfish, I felt bad... but damn, I felt GOOD. I continued and
found myself quiver at her every whimper. Shame turned to lust as thoughts filled my mind that both scared and stimulated me. My hands moved slowly over her firm breasts and I couldn't help but
notice the screeching of car tyres as a van stopped suddenly outside in the street. I was distracted by the sound of various drunk voices asking if this was the correct address. The door bell rang...
I answered the door, and a young gentleman asked, 'Hi, we are all here for the advertised Swingers Party?' I was in total shock, but what I said next surprised even me. "Yes, Come in..."
I grabbed the most attractive, least dressed girl and with my new found confidence in pleasing girls, led her and her friends up to my ready-and-waiting guest, and pointed to..
my chest of drawers. As the rest of the group were becoming acquainted with the room she opened the drawer & pulled out a blindfold. Placing it over my eyes, I could feel multiple hands carrying me to
the washing machine. I wondered why they would bring me down here, why a washing machine? They then turned it on to its maximum spin, told me to sit tight and enjoy the vibrations.
This was all getting a bit too much for me. What kind of Friday night was this?! Laughter started and a recognisable voice said "just kiddding... carry her to the bed" at that hands lifted again and
took me to the bed where I could feel myself being tied to each bedpost. The heightened sensation of touch as I couldn't see through the blindfold. Multiple lips began kissing me from head to toe.
As the kissing continued I felt myself becoming aroused and lost in the experience. In my state of passion I only was vaguely aware of the police sirens that were getting closer.
Screw the sirens for a second. This was a night like none other and however many bodies were touching me were progressing all over my body. As the noise grew ever louder, a body climbed on top of me.
I could feel it was a man and not a woman this time. A familiar man... other hands lifted the blindfold before right in front of my face there he was again. Mr. Black. How? Why? He stole a kiss.
as he pulled away from our kiss, my eyes quickly focused into his and through all the lust and madness, I asked him directly, "Jonathan, what's going on? Who are you? Why has all this happened?"
By now the police were banging down the door and shouting for 'Mr. Black' and there I was tied to the bed! What WAS happening? "I haven't got long" he uttered. "But I shouldn't have done this to you".
The door swung open and almost off it's hinges. Police stormed in and mobbed everyone in the room. My Mr. Black was dragged away from me exclaiming, "the champagne... I drugged you...
"Tonight hasn't been everything you thought it was. Your mind isn't clear... And I regret it all because. Because I... I love" "He's a con-artist miss". A police man interjected.
"He probably isn't even called Jonathan Black". My mind couldn't take everything. I was hyperventilating as he disappeared from sight - kicking and screaming. Still tied to the bed I felt faint and
everything was becoming blurry. The police. The friends of his. My entire room... it was spinning. Dropping in and out of focus. Before all falling to black.