Heaven arrived at the hotel some minutes past the agreed time. Inside, her eyes almost came out off their sockets in surprise and wonder. The hotel was huge, its architecture and designs amazing like one of those hotels she saw in the movies. The air was cold and filled with a strong smell of a rose flower. The tiles on the floor were polished, cleaned that they reflected her image. The ceiling far from reach, beautifully decorated with fine burnished wood. Beautiful flower verses with African ancient drawings were placed at strategic corners of the reception.
Lost at the middle, looking around, her eyes met that of the receptionist in glasses who flashed a welcoming smile. As she walked straight to the pretty lady she wondered why receptionists are always on glasses. Before she could provide an answer to the thought she was in front of her."This place is marvellous," she said returning her smile."Thanks". Then she raised her glasses up before saying "You look amazing in that blue tea-gown" with a weak grin on her lips.Heaven blushed, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you... I thought no one noticed".''I certainly did. Am Mercy and what can I do for you this beautiful evening?""Am here to see my boyfriend Peter" she smiled. It felt really good to finally call him that for the first time."Mr Peter has booked a room?" Mercy asked with eyes pinned on the computer screen in search for his name."Yes""Please, what is his second name? I have more than one Mr Peter here" she removed her stare from the computer and rested them on her. Heaven forced a smile and quickly buried her face in her handbag. It dawned on her that she doesn't know her said boyfriend's surname."Just a moment please," she said through her teeth. She hurriedly brought out her phone, went to the credit alert but to her disappointment, it was just the account number of the creditor that was displayed. She was about to call him when she heard Mercy asking "When did he book the room?""I really don't know but it should be today""Alright, then he must be Mr Peter Solomon. He booked online by 3 pm today"."Yes", she said nodding like a lizard that just fell off an Iroko tree. "Solomon is his surname"."If he is the one, then it is room sixty-six and this is the door card". The receptionist handed over the card to her. "It is on the last floor, the last room on your left"."Thank you very much""You are welcome. And hey; he shouldn't forget this night in a hurry" she said with a raised eyebrow.Heaven giggled "We won't in a lifetime, I will make sure of that," she said slowly cat-walking away. If only she knew how true those words were.She got to the room, slid the card through the slot, the door went sideways. Inside, it came back together. She stopped dead in stunned silence, marvelling at the beauty, size and luxuriousness of the room. It was far bigger than the living room of her parents. The room was like a perfect magazine cover with bright colours on the wall. The bed was king-sized with pure white Egyptian cotton sheets.Above the bed, hanging on the wall was a black and white photograph of a nude pretty lady with warm and welcoming eyes. She sat on a handless chair with legs wide open, a red guiltier to cover her privates and dark stars covering her nipples. Opposite the wall hung a forty-inch flat-screen Television.On the other side of the room was a sprawling leather sofa with a burnished glass stool in front of it. On the stool was a little collection of wines, champagnes with wine glasses for two. The room was clean to the point of sterility. The white curtains were linen, the kind of white that is not touched by hands and free of dust. The floor is covered in finished tile, dark and free of either dust or clutter.Marc Antony's "You are my Angel" played softly in the background with the scent of cilantro in the cold air. She shuddered to think about how much it might cost a night.She fell, sinking into the bed and didn't move for a few minutes, instead just imagining how it would be to have sex in such a bed and cosy room. Done fantasying, she called Peter informing him that she was in the room lying naked and wet, awaiting his return. That, sure enough, will make him hurry up at whatever he was doing.She went into the bathroom, had a really slow and nice shower, washing and shaving everything and everywhere properly. Came out from the bathroom with just a new red bra and a matching red panty – those not covering everything made with a net-like material and has a smooth feel. She slides back into the soft bed with a glass of champagne, tune down the air conditioner and turned on the TV.At exactly twenty-six past eight pm, the door slides open again and Peter in his entire glory stepped in. He was in a dashing black suit with a red tie that matched her underwear. What a coincidence?But Heaven was already angry, why will he keep her horny and waiting? No woman likes the combination of those. She refused to get up from the bed to welcome him and said nothing either.Reading her facial expression he knew immediately he was in for a little trouble. Those that later ignite the fire of passionate love. He kept her waiting on purpose. This will keep her anticipating, which is a good thing."I'm really sorry baby, it was work and traffic. I didn't mean to keep this goddess waiting" He said and fell on the bed, with the tip of his finger tardily brushing her right hand. She ignored him, acting up."I'm really sorry baby," he said one more time making a face and drawing it closer to her lips."Alright; just go and take a shower. You smell of sweat and cigar". She responded faking a smile. He was wrong to keep her horny and waiting but she wasn't going to let that spoil the night. She has waited so long for this night."That's my baby girl," he said hurriedly giving her a wet peck on her right cheek.Quickly, he undressed to just boxers and was heading to the bathroom when she grabbed his left hand, swiftly pulled him back to the bed and with all sexiness said"If you don't kiss me right now, I will never forgive you".Without taking another breath, he leaned closer and his mouth crushed down on hers. Warm lips moulded over hers, one hand tangled in her hair, the other reached low and splayed over the curve of her spine, and she did nothing to stop him, to allay the onslaught to her senses.Instead, she closed her eyes and felt the wonder of his mouth, the gentle scratch of his goatee against her skin, the heat of his body against hers. His tongue slid easily past her teeth, the tip touching the ridges along the roof of her mouth as he tasted her, touched her. She kissed him back, her own tongue exploring this man of whom she knew so little, who irritated her not long ago.The best fireworks in China didn't stand a chance when compared to the display going off in her head at that moment. The kiss lasted for barely three minutes but its impact was felt all over her body. She had trouble drawing a breath, difficulty thinking and was only able to say "Wow", blinking as though she has just awoken from a dream. A smile tardily appeared on Peter's lips as he left for the bathroom without saying a word.She fell back into the bed grinning, excited; she knew exactly what he was doing; she had played the game before. The ability to delay, not to give in totally, to keep your victim wanting more is the ultimate art of seduction. Anticipation is half the fun.A few minutes after, Peter appeared from the bathroom, ready for bed, stripped down to just boxers, water still dripping down his dark hair and hairless broad chest. His stomach was lined with abs of steel. Muscles rippled across every part of his body; with strong arms, bold thighs and calves.The only thing preventing her from seeing how big and scary he was down there were the pink boxers he had on. With just her eyes, she wants to take it down but pink is her favourite colour. What a coincidence?Her mouth hangs open in surprise; she was unable to will her eyes to blink. He was like one of those white sculptures in Paris, chiselled in total and amazing perfection."I think someone likes my boxers," Peter said in a teasing tone between charming smiles.She shook her head in a child-like manner "No, it's more about what is lying beneath!""Who thought you would be this nasty?" he said striking a post like those male
Moving on, he kissed his way down to her belly button and her body became tense with pleasure. Soft beards, smooth lips, and wet tongue brushed her skin. Deep within she ached, desire licking through her veins, causing a need so deep she was lost in it.He grabbed the thin material of her panties, pulling them down tardily. Peter is aware that some things in life aren't to be hurried, this was one of those. Her body was in constant motion with her level of desire built up. She raised her hips up as the panties slide down gracefully.Now seated and the panties off, he kissed every inch of her lap down to the promised land. She moaned so much it sounded like she might actually be in physical pain. His face reached her sopping wet pussy and it was the most beautiful thing he had seen. He moved in armed with his sensitive tongue and found her clitoris immediately like there was a light to his path. She made a sharp moan and wrapped her legs around his head with
It was morning, Heaven still lay in bed, sleeping cosily when suddenly she was awakened by a loud banging on the door. She tardily woke up and called out "Peter, someone is at the door!" without looking behind but no response of any kind came back."Peter!" she called again yet no reply came. She stretched her hand in the search for him beside her. Her hand met his skin but it was covered in a sticky substance.Heaven was stunned, her heart began kicking hard. Could it be sweat, but the room was damn cold. To be sure she slowly brought her hand insight and her heart nearly stopped at the sight of it covered in blood. She screamed in horror, jumping out of the bed in freight.Almost at the door, new terror surged through her. Fear sizzled down every nerve ending; chilling her to the bone. Her heart jammed into her throat. She could barely breathe.Tardily, she decided to have a look at what has become of her lover. On the bed, lay t
David like his namesake in the bible is a good looking young man with a joyous personality, never quick to anger, enjoying his life, living on the very edge. Though, unlike his namesake, he has never danced around the city naked but also has a weakness for beautiful women, willing to do anything including sending their husbands to the war front just to have a taste of the forbidden fruit of the woman that catches his fantasy. Everyone knows him; it is each night a different girl. None comes visiting for more than three nights.Like every other young man, he came to the big city with big dreams – he is going to bed as much pretty girls as possible; keeping a record of all his sexual conquest. For the last four years, he kept a record of all the twenty-three girls he had conquered and bedded. A comprehensive list containing the names of the victim, time and location of the act with a remark of bad, good, great or divine at the end. So far no one has gotten divine.
He couldn't believe his ears before she could take another breath he replied giggling between words "You are the kind of girl my mother said I should bring home…"She burst into honest laughter that was sexy at the same time. The sound of it made him wonder what her bedroom voice will sound like."You are funny…" she gave him a slight push."Where is home?""Not far from here""Cool, let's go then" she mouthed resting her head against his shoulders; while he tardily rested his hand over hers.These sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized him. If the gods are real, he told himself, this beauty must be their masterpiece. Why did she give in so easily? He has charisma with a charming personality, but that wasn't enough.She must have arrived town late, stranded and looking for a place to pass the night. This was nothing new or strange, young girls come into t
These sugar candy-sweet lips, her elegant personality, all mesmerized him. If the gods are real, he told himself, this beauty must be their masterpiece. Why did she give in so easily? He has charisma with a charming personality, but that wasn’t enough.She must have arrived town late, stranded and looking for a place to pass the night. This was nothing new or strange, young girls come into town every time stranded, looking for who to take them home for sex in exchange for a roof over their head for just a night. This wasn’t his first encounter with such girls and certainly not his last, but he has never been lucky with meeting such an angel.How would his night go down? It is certainly going to be an all night long affair, what people in the world call “Till daybreak”. He thought about how slowly he would rip that tight gown off her body, imagined his hand cupping those gigantic breasts and his tongue on her hard nipples sucking the sweet juice
The ceiling fan rotated tardily and noiselessly, producing hardly enough air to cool the sitting room, but thank heaven for the air conditioner which did the job. A white electric bulb hung not too far from the fan illuminating the entire room. On the white wall, hung a forty-two-inch plasma television and a collection of white leather sofa arranged in a C-shaped stood opposite it. Blue transparent glasses table with red strawberry design stood between them.On the table was a just-opened bottle of white wine and glasses for two; one filled and the other empty. The walls were covered in white paint with just a large gold-framed picture of David in a lion's skin-cloth with a red cap that had an eagle's feather pinned at its right side. He had a proud smile across his face.The whole sitting room lacked a single book on any topic but a large collection of pornographic magazines was well arranged just below the television. The only thing of a different colour
"I can see you love what you are seeing…" she said between sly smiles. She seemed to be a mind reader; he was on fire with a passion to possess her naked body."Yes… Yes!" he stammered, struggling to think of the right thing to say. Then in a flash, the right word popped into his head."You were a vision before, but now you are a dream in human form"She giggled a little; it sounded like the ringing of a church bell from a distance, also has a hypnotic affect. His heart fluttered and his brain whirled.Not letting go of the eyes contact, she walked majestically straight to him, he stood up, his hands slid behind her hips. It settled there and pulled her closer. Her wet body against his warm chest chiselled to perfection. His breathing quickened as did hers.He began nuzzling her cold neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head angled slightly