Mary and I spent the next morning working through our hangovers to pack and get ready to leave the hotel by noon. A night of drinking had left us both with little appetite. And as I struggled to eat something from the continental breakfast buffet, last night's fuzzy memories intruded into my mind. "You think the pictures will attract a lot of attention to my profile?" I asked Mary. The question sounded innocent enough, but my real intention was to see how much of last night she remembered.
"Yeah of course," she replied absent mindedly playing with her food.
If she doesn't respond to my second probing attempt, I thought, then she doesn't remember what she told me. "I think we drank too much wine before bed."
"We did," Mary smirked without looking away from her phone. "Fun weekend though." Digging further wouldn't yield any results it seemed. Best to just drop the subject and head home, I decided.
During the next few days, I completely failed to avoid thinking about Damien's legend and the genuine longing in my voice as I spoke into the flame. Wishful thinking had taken its grip on me, filling my mind with endless imaginary meeting scenarios. But if Damien was real, he was nowhere to be found. He didn't come to me at home, at work, at the grocery store, at the gym, or anywhere else. Days and weeks passed. And all the while Damien remained elusive.
On a cloudy afternoon I decided to take a walk on a nearby beach. The weather wasn't very cold, and I hardly needed a jacket except to keep dry from the slight drizzle. My shoes sank in the wet sand with every step as I traced the edge of the water. Most people will not flock to the beach in such weather, and I only came across a handful of others on my way.
The wind had picked up since the beginning of my walk, I realized, and waves were crashing against the massive boulders on the beach. As I scanned the horizon, a tall figure with exquisite pecan-colored skin emerged from the water walking towards me. My body seemed to mutiny against my orders as soon as I locked eyes with him. My limbs refused to move, and I all but froze in place without a sound. In the blink of an eye, he stood before me, water dripping from his flawlessly sculpted muscles. It was almost impossible to look away from his beautiful piercing hazel eyes. He was Damien, it had to be him. No other man had ever frozen my body in place leaving me stunned and unable to breathe.
"Lisa," he began gently while his eyes smoldered, "I'm here for you." His deep resonating voice electrified every cell in my body. It filled my ears overpowering all other noise as if the world was suddenly void of everything except the two of us. "Come with me," he beckoned. And before I knew it, my fingers had slipped into his warm hands. My body had obeyed him. Damien's voice was powerful, seductive, and utterly irresistible. He had complete control over my body, and I had never been more aroused.
In an instant we were standing on top of a huge boulder surrounded by crashing waves. I had no idea how it happened. But it didn't matter because Damien's lips were on mine shocking my heart into beating frantically. His breath was intoxicating. Moans escaped my mouth as he stroked the back of my neck and crushed my body against his.
My clothes came off and I shuddered when he laid me back on the cold wet stone. "You make my mouth water," Damien whispered in my ears as he furiously grabbed my breasts. My moans became louder when I felt his mouth on my nipples. His lips burned me as he explored every inch of my skin with kisses. I screamed when his tongue found my clitoris. The pleasure was overwhelming. Damien's hands were all over me while his mouth and tongue drove me crazy with lust. "Cum for me," he commanded, and I had the strongest orgasm of my life.
Goosebumps covered my skin as I laid shaking on the cold wet stone. Waves continued to crash against the boulder around us. When I finally opened my eyes, Damien was playing with himself while his eyes hungrily scanned my body. He rubbed the tip of his penis on my labia teasing me into a frenzy. I was gushing wet, and my body was begging for him. He entered with a hard thrust making me gasp for breath as my arms and legs locked around him pulling him close. His skin warmed me up. It carried the same intoxicating scent as his breath. And when I scratched and clawed his back, the scent became more potent. I licked and bit every delicious part of him I could. Nothing existed in my world anymore except Damien. With every thrust I became a demented creature screaming, shaking, and orgasming uncontrollably over and over again. His grunts and moans aroused me beyond sanity, and I couldn't get enough of his hands grabbing and squeezing me everywhere.
With a deafening roar, Damien came. My whole body shuddered as I felt his muscles twitch and throb filling me with steaming cum. For a few moments, the world swirled around in my head. I was senseless and gasping for breath. "Thank you," was all I could whisper as he pulled me into his arms. We kissed softly as he stroked my cheeks with his fingers. The intoxicating scent and warmth of his skin was heavenly, and I fell into a deep sleep.
The End.
