by Charlotte Léon
(04/21/10)

it's a crazy idea and you know it, but it's been a long winter and the sun has set way too early again. it's hard not to think of fucking night after night when it's dark out, and after a few beers or glasses of wine. you see yourself in the shower after coming back from the gym and know you need the kind of release you can't give yourself. you've tried wrapping your hand around your cock but the feeling lacks enough sensation and excitement.

you know there is a number you can call. the thought has intrigued you before, but it's been a distant thought. maybe even one you've had when you've woken up with an erection so stiff you feel pain, bucking yourself face down on the bed, rubbing and pressing and imagining with a dangerous curiosity. knowing the release you are aching for is not one you can find on a drunken date.

sitting in a bar one night you happen to eavesdrop on a conversation next to you. the couple, a beautifully dressed man and woman look to be in their thirties and sit together with the electric intimacy of two people sincerely seducing one another. their body language, expensive clothes, her perfume, his cologne.

you hear her describing what she'll be doing to him later. she pushes her breasts forward so the top of her lacy black bra peeks over her sweater. she drapes her delicate hand and long red fingernails over his shoulder and begins to whisper into his ear. bliss spreads over his face. he rises slowly to pay the tab and she catches you watching them. his back is turned to you. she smiles at you and recognizes the longing in your face. not longing for her necessarily, but a look she has been trained to recognize. the man tells her he'll go get the car so she doesn't have to wait in the cold. she takes the opportunity to pass you the card.

it's a beautiful card. heavy, creme colored, embossed and expensive. a scrolled type-set with just a number. a phone number. you know it's not necessarily her phone number, you're certain of this since she utters just a few words to you, "you can ask for whatever you want."

7 numbers, 7 words. she sashays out of the restaurant. her black silk calf-length skirt hugging her ass, the seams of her fancy french stockings vertical on her legs, just so.

a month or so has passed and you are beyond curious. you've imagined every possible outcome of a phone call, yet have talked yourself out of it each time your hand has reached to dial. tonight is different. you knew all day long tonight would be the right time. you knew it at the gym, you felt your blood pumping in anticipation.

and so you dial. a woman's voice purrs on a machine after 1 ring. you are instructed to kindly leave your name and number and you do so. in less that 5 minutes you hear a ring and pick up with your pulse exploding in your veins. you are asked what you'd like, and you say blonde. blonde and tan and big tits. beautiful and classy and smart. she chuckles and tells you she has just the girl.

an hour she says. an hour at a hotel you have driven past and marveled at. it's expensive, this whole thing will be and you are prepared. this purring voice on the phone instructs you on the details and tells you to have a wonderful night.

you dress. a v-neck sweater, cashmere, long sleeves. light blue. you skip a shirt underneath, your muscles rippling, your nipples hard. tight briefs, gray wool pants and a black wool overcoat. skipping your watch, no jewelry, wanting your body free of encumbrances.

you don't remember the drive, only that it is snowing lightly. you imagine what the snow will look like so high up from the windows in the hotel suite. you barely notice as the polite valet takes your car keys, as you enter the hotel lobby, gold plated everything, the plush carpeting beneath you. press the button at the elevator and step forward, your brain set to a primal frequency. what are you doing, you ask yourself. frightened, too late to turn back.

the 15th floor. the quiet whir of the elevator, the gentle ding and you are there. a few steps to the left and there is the door. the door number the purring voiced girl recited. you adjust your belt, clear your throat and knock just twice. just a moment you hear, a voice that is gentle and equally strong.

i open. you gasp. there i stand, just your height. a burgundy thigh-length silk robe, embroidered with tiny pink japanese cherry blossoms. my golden hair cascading over my shoulders and resting above my chest. the robe is open just enough for you to see the cavern of my cleavage, and the fabric is thin enough to make out the shape of those glorious tits you asked for. i'm beautiful. i take your hand in mine and welcome you through the door.

you're surprised to see that i actually look a little nervous. my shy smile showing my beautiful white teeth, my blue eyes twinkle and you feel as if you are falling into them. drinks are poured, your coat is taken and you find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed. you begin to tell me all you want and i open my robe for you, my body open to you and absolutely available for anything and everything you ache for.

i kneel and open your zipper, pulling your pants below your hips just enough for me to suck and stroke. my mouth envelopes you and my hands press against your perfect abdominals. i moan as i suck and look up at you with my perfect face. you wrap your hands softy around my throat, not roughly, just to touch my gentleness, to feel me swallow my saliva. my mouth is patient and my tits graze the tops of your thighs.

now i rise and undress you completely. you are lying in the most amazing sheets you've ever felt. the cotton is so tightly woven you feel like you're resting in a priceless cocoon. the lights in the room are low and my perfume is heavy and sweet like springtime. you tell me all you want is to feel me lower myself onto your cock. you know you're supposed to wear a condom but i'm immaculate and you assure me it will be okay. up and down i rise, my eyes closed and my low moans raining down onto you. you hold my hips and rub on me so my clit grows giant like a precious seashell. you feel me coming and feel my come dripping between your thighs onto your balls.

your come is close too and you take me in your arms, making me feel safe in a way i'm unaccustomed to. without words you lay me on my back and kiss down my neck, breasts, stomach and deep between my legs. the saltiness, the smell and taste of me is what you've been missing so deeply. you could eat me all night. i'm in heaven and want your body on me and in me for hours and hours.

my eyes look drowsy like a kitten in the low light, and you want to be inside me again. rise up and take your cock in your hand, rubbing it on my pussy's wetness and inviting pinkness. you press in and find the tight hotness inside of me. in and out, fuck, so warm. you know it won't be long, you're just too excited, too full of come. the way i hold your shoulders, your hips, your ass. the way i wrap myself around you and tease your ass with my fingers. i'm rocking myself under you and kiss you deeply. there's incredible love in this kiss, in a room that is supposed to be filled with bodies meeting in innumerable scenarios.

your coming is the beginning. the start of our bodies meeting, blasting through the darkest, deepest and most extravagant fantasies two people can concoct. the start of incredible love, passion and acceptance. this is my most taboo fantasy, being bought, being loved simultaneously. being priceless and coveted, you purchasing me and giving me just as much as i give you.

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