Shooting My Shot -

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It's at precisely that moment that I wake up from my dream. No, I'm totally kidding, but it feels like waking up from a dream because this can't be real. Am I really about to follow him to his hotel room?

I mean, I want nothing more in the entire world... but these things don't happen for me. Maybe the universe is giving me one. I should snap out of it and make it fucking count.

In an instant, I'm on my feet following him across the street. If I pause for even a second, I'll chicken out and lose my nerve. Brain off. OFF. Deep breath. Allow yourself to let go and have fun FOR ONCE.

I have to repeat that to myself as we enter the hotel, then the elevator. I don't know how I pull it off, but I do allow myself to let go and be in the moment. This is the man I've been lusting after for a while. I'm a wallflower wuss and I deserve to have one experience like this. I gulp some air down as the elevator doors open on his floor and decide to give in to my desire. No second guessing, no inhibitions. One time. I deserve one orgasm-inducing, life-shaking sexual experience.

I'm done thinking as I step out of the elevator and he uses his key card to open the door of his suite. It's luxurious, but I couldn't care less. He takes a seat at the foot of the king-sized bed and looks up at me.

His face gives nothing away. Should I just kiss him? I'd love to but I'm frozen in place. I need him to take the lead. I'm lucky my legs haven't turned to jelly and given out thus far.

He chuckles slightly when he says, "I guess you don't do this a lot, huh?"

"What? No! Never," I reply.

"So I really am your favorite celebrity?" he asks emphasizing the last two words. "This isn't just a generic 'I want to sleep with a celeb so I can brag to my friends' thing?"

I blink, dumbfounded. Does he not see what I see? "It's not generic. I think you're the sexiest guy in the world. It wouldn't have mattered if any other famous person was on that bench, I would have just kept on walking," I counter.

In response, he reveals, "Wow. Ok. Sorry, it's hard to tell sometimes. This doesn't happen a lot, but I sometimes get the feeling people flirt with me just because they recognize me. Not because they actually like me or my music."

"That's a shame," I say, "but no, I'm very much specifically about you."

"Got it." He pauses for a moment. "Well, good because I don't want this to be all about me," he replies. "I want to make it good for you too. What do you like?"

I quickly declare, "I'm down for whatever."

He puts his hand up to interrupt. "I'm glad, but I want to know what you like. Just because I have a few popular songs doesn't make me any more important than you. Ok, you're a fan, I'm flattered and that's awesome, but we're equals. Two guys who see something we like and want to do something about it. So, let's try again. What do you like? What do you enjoy? What makes you pant and moan a guy's name?"

The skin on my face sears with heat. I know I must be as red as a sunburn. I can't even form a coherent thought. His words are laced with fire and I'm stunned.

He sees my clearly visible disbelief and continues, "Relax. Breathe. I'm just a guy. I can tell you aren't the most experienced, but that's ok. Take a minute. Put your fantasy into words so I can make it come alive for you. Seeing you unravel in ecstasy is what's going to be so hot for me. It isn't often that someone wants me as much as you seem to."

At that second, I realize my mouth is bone dry. I can barely open it from my tongue sticking to the roof. "Do you have any water?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says as he opens a cabinet door to a mini fridge and pulls out a mini-bar style bottle. He holds it out towards me so I can grab it. As I do, our fingers touch and a shiver runs down my spine.

He notices and smiles. "It may be hard to wrap your head around, but this is really happening. Take a breath and drink. You're safe. I'm aroused by your words and I want to live out whatever your fantasy is with you. Close your eyes, center yourself, and open up to me. Tell me every single part of your fantasy. There will be no judgment. If somethings sounds un-fun, I'll let you know, but I doubt that'll be the case. I need you to let me into your mind, though. No road blocks, no self-consciousness. You've come this far by being forward. Keep going," he encourages.

His kind and understanding words slap me upside the head. He's right. I have to take a leap of faith into his hands.

"Ok," I say and describe my innermost thoughts in painstaking detail. I find it hard to meet his gaze at first, but then I make it a point to. I have to exude confidence. He doesn't seem too surprised at anything I say.

He nods his head. "Ok, sounds fun. I'm not usually as dominant as you've described, but I'm willing to try. You really let me in just now and I appreciate it. I think I can do this for you. If I'm going to lean into dominance, then we need a safe word. If you want anything to stop, say 'mercy.'"

I chuckle and accept. I take a step toward him. He sits back on the foot of the bed and says, "Walk over to the mirror over there."

Slightly confused, I do as he asks and walk over to the floor-length mirror. He instructs me, "Look at yourself. Really see yourself. Smile. This is going to be amazing. Now take a breath and undress for me."

My head immediately shifts to where I can see him in the mirror and he notices instantly. He continues, "Hey, relax. I got you. Do you trust me?"

Then, I nod because I do. Not because he's famous and I feel as though I know his persona, but because of the patience, empathy, and genuineness he's displayed in the last half hour. He's different than I'd have thought. I thought a-listers are full of themselves and entitled, but he definitely seems the complete opposite.

"Good," he says. "Now, go back to looking at yourself in the mirror, not at me. Undress. Not only for me, but for yourself. Watch yourself. See yourself. Take in your own form and arousal knowing that I'm watching you do it."

With my heart hammering out of my chest, I take a deep breath and pull my shirt off.