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But the man staring
back at me right now is also a fucking god in the bedroom, and that’s
not ego talking. That’s just plain truth—derived from the
last few years of constantly fucking a wide variety of women and
hearing their repetitive and satisfied cries of pleasure when I get
them off.

I run my fingers
through my hair, give myself a wink in the mirror, and by seven PM,
I’m meeting Number 366, my
One Night Only
“date”
for the evening. I’m ready to fuck my brains out to complete
what had turned out to be a really, really fantastic day.

God, I love the
One
Night Only
service. It’s a secret and exclusive club that
provides guilt-free sex with certifiably clean and sexy partners, no
strings attached and best of all... it’s “one-night
only”, because one night is the max amount of time I want to be
in a relationship. You can only get in with a personal referral from
an existing member, an exhaustive interview process, and a
comprehensive health screening you have to keep up to date on a
monthly basis, which is done by ONO’s own medical staff.

I chose Number 366,
or Marie as she asked to be called, because her profile said she was
new to the area but that she wasn’t interested in the song and
dance of a pretend date. She wanted to get right to the fucking, and
I expect that’s going to make her a very popular woman with the
men of ONO.

It’s certainly
already made her popular with me.

As I enter the lobby
of the hotel she picked, I get an email from her on my phone
instructing me to go to the front desk. I don’t even have to
open my mouth to say anything as the clerk seems to recognize me and
says, “Good evening, Mr. Black. I’ve got a package for
you.”

Yes, Mr. Black. One
of the reasons I pay such an exorbitant amount of money to ONO is for
the anonymity it provides.

I have to say, I’m
very impressed with Marie. She’s planning this out quite
nicely. I take a large, brown envelope that is clearly stuffed with
something and open it up. I pull out the contents, which looks like
two purple silk scarves, a handwritten note, and a room key. My lips
curl up in a sensual grin, and I head toward the elevator as I read
the note.

I’m in Room
2013. The scarves are yours to do with as you please. Anything goes.

When I reach the
room, I slide the keycard in the slot and slowly open it up,
immediately seeing the curtains drawn back from the window and the
next building over awash with lights of those Manhattanites still
working. Both table lamps are on, bathing the room in a nice glow.

In the center of the
bed is Marie, and she clearly doesn’t care if anyone from the
other building over can see her. I don’t care either, for that
matter, as I can be a bit of an exhibitionist when I want.

She’s
completely naked with huge, hard nippled tits, fiery red hair that
fans out on the pillow, and a completely waxed pussy, which makes me
slightly disappointed because now I wonder if she’s a real
redhead. She has a hungry-as-fuck look on her face, and I am
instantly, painfully hard.

I don’t say a
word, and neither does she. I love these ONO dates where conversation
is not required. I didn’t figure Marie to be a talker since she
wasn’t interested in dinner or drinks, so I immediately take
the scarves and tie her hands to the headboard. She moans her
approval, her eyes following me as I move to the end of the bed and
stare down at her.

Fuck, this is the
life.

Stuff dreams are
made of.

I wouldn’t
want it any other way.

I casually strip in
front of her while her gaze eats me up. She has a satisfied smile on
her face when I drop my pants and my erection springs free. I take
myself in my right hand and start a slow stroke while I watch her
watching me. When her tongue peeks out and takes a swipe at her
bottom lip, I decide to give her something to remember me by.

Let me be the first
to tell you, I give good fucking head. You won’t find another
man with better oral skills. I can make a woman come extremely fast
with my tongue, and I love doing it. I love the taste, the
sensations, the way a woman goes fucking crazy with a man’s
face between her legs. I spend time getting her off, and then I get
myself off while availing myself to her beautiful body.

Win/win.

See?

I crawl my way in
between Marie’s legs, spread her silky, smooth flesh, and my
horniness factor increases as she grunts in rhythm with my tongue
strokes. She moans, groans, and finally starts panting, bucking her
hips hard against me, and frankly, throwing me off my game a bit. I
put my hands on her stomach and pin her down, then I focus and give
it to her fast. She breaks apart so easily, and I’m grinning
like the Cheshire Cat as I work my way up her body.

Giving her a few
kisses, nips, and licks across her stomach and breasts, I manage to
hook both of my elbows behind the backs of her knees as I move my way
north. It raises her hips off the bed and gives me the perfect angle
to sink into her. She’s wet and ready, but who wouldn’t
be after what I just did to her?

With an easy push of
my hips, her body eagerly accepts my cock. She mewls like a starving
kitten when I start thrusting inside of her.

I take my time.
She’s tied up, not going anywhere, and she’s flush off a
fantastic orgasm. She knows how good I can make her feel, so she’s
along for the ride. I alternate fast, slow, hard, soft… you
name it—I give it to her. I mean, it’s basic missionary
position, but the way I have her legs and hips raised, I know I’m
hitting her at her deepest point, and her increased moaning confirms
it.

We haven’t
even kissed yet, and I wonder if she wants to. I could take it or
leave it, frankly. Too intimate sometimes, which gives me the
heebie-jeebies, but I’ll do it if the woman wants it. Let’s
face it… I’ll do practically anything a woman wants me
to.

As I continue to
fuck her, Marie stares out the window at the building across the way,
with a glazed and rapturous look on her face. She’s wondering
if we’re being watched, not that anyone could see a lot of
detail without some binoculars or a telescope, but I suppose it’s
possible.

I look down at her…
scarves binding her hands, my arms pinning her legs in place, at my
mercy while I pound away inside of her body

Fuck, that’s
hot, and I can feel my orgasm start to bubble.

Then it boils.

Then it fucking
erupts.

I place my face in
the pillow that’s supporting Marie’s head, lost in a haze
of lust and bliss, shouting hoarsely into it as I spurt into her.

As soon as the last
shudder works its way from my spine out through my dick, I pull out
of her and roll to the side. That was a workout, and I’m
breathing heavily. So is she, not because she did anything, but
because her heart rate is through the roof.

Glancing over at
her, I ask, “Did you come a second time?” I had gotten so
overwhelmed in lust that I didn’t even think to wait for her.

She nods her head,
eyes still glazed but with a satisfied smile on her face.

I turn and look back
at the ceiling. “Good. That’s good.”

My breathing finally
calms and I roll off the bed, untying one of Marie’s hands. I
walk back around, stopping at the end to pick up my clothes. Marie
just watches me, her chest and those glorious tits I all but ignored
still heaving.

When I put on my
t-shirt and zip up my jeans, because I dressed über casual
tonight, I finally untie her other hand. She rolls onto her side,
tucking her hand under her face, and watches me put on my socks and
shoes.

When I’m done,
I walk back over to her and lean down, placing a light kiss on her
forehead. She sighs and closes her eyes, never saying a word to me. I
turn for the door, already looking forward to drinking a beer and
watching Sports Center when I get home.

Marie hadn’t
said a word during that entire fuck session.

It makes me smile
because it’s just the way I like it.

I tell myself that
over and over again, as I walk out of the hotel.

It was just the
way I like it.

Just the way I
like it.

I keep repeating it,
ignoring the gnawing emptiness at the center of my chest… the
painful squeeze of some unrealized longing. I choose to believe I may
be having a heart attack rather than think the unthinkable…
that maybe something is truly missing.

Ridiculous really.

Yup… fuck ‘em
and leave ‘em. That’s the stuff that dreams are made of.

Chapter 2

I stare at the
deposition transcript in front of me, read the same line for probably
the third time, and it’s just not sinking in. Glancing at my
watch, I see it’s almost four o’clock.

I’m distracted
and feeling off center. If I’m honest with myself, I’ve
been feeling that way a lot lately. It’s like the flavor has
gone out of everything. My food doesn’t taste as good, my
courtroom victories aren’t as sweet and fuck, I hate to even
admit it… a woman’s clit on my tongue hasn’t had
that much allure either.

I think that’s
because I’ve been having too much of it.

Right?

That could be the
reason, although, even as I think that fucking idiotic sentiment, my
rational side is rolling its eyeballs. No man can ever have enough
sex. That’s the truth.

Pushing the
transcript aside, I pull up my internet browser and navigate my way
to ONO’s secure server. I type in my logon and password,
heading straight into my “wish list”. This is where I tag
all the profiles of women that I have a passing interest in fucking.
I’ve not been availing myself of it lately and, in fact, I’ve
not had a “date” in six days. Almost an entire week of
jerking off in the shower, which, honestly, has been producing about
the same pleasure as I got with the lovely Marie just six days ago.

Sighing, I flip
through the profiles, all the faces blurring together. That’s
all you get at first… just a head shot of the woman. They are
all spectacularly gorgeous, varied in hair color, ethnicity, size,
and shape. I love women and find many things about a woman to be
beautiful, but nothing I’m seeing right now is causing the
remotest of pulsing in my pants.

I head back out to
the home page and put in new search criteria.

Vanilla, Light Kink,
Female, Age 21-45 and hit “Enter”.

Over a thousand
profiles populate the screen, each with a thumbnail of their headshot
showing up for perusal. I sort the list according to Membership
Activation Date, newest on top.

Scrolling,
scrolling, scrolling.

I halt on one
picture that stands out. It’s fairly new… Number 3498…
joined just a few weeks ago.

I click on the link
and look at the larger photo that comes up before I read her stats.

She’s
stunning… no doubt. Raven-black hair, crystal-green eyes, high
cheekbones, perfectly straight and delicately narrow nose. Her lips
are full, soft looking, and would only look better wrapped around my
cock. She looks like a fucking runway model, and I stare at her for a
while.

Her overall beauty,
though, is not what’s really catching my attention. I look back
at her eyes and once you get past the shock of seeing such lovely,
pale green popping next to that black hair, I feel a thrill run
through me when I realize what really is attracting me is the
intelligence I see.

She stares directly
at the camera and while she’s giving a sexy, sultry smile, her
eyes are sharp and alert. Almost calculating.

It’s fucking
hot, and my dick is definitely twitching in interest.

But as sometimes
happens, right in the midst of a good hard-on, something comes along
and kills it deader than a doornail.

That would be my
phone ringing
Heart’s Barracuda
, which means my ex-wife,
Marissa, is calling me.

I contemplate not
answering it for just about two seconds, but then push that right out
of my mind. Chances are she’s calling to bust my balls, demand
money, or some other devious way to make me suffer. But on the off
chance it’s something serious about our seven-year-old son,
Gabe, I can’t take the chance of missing her call.

“What do you
need?” I ask tiredly into the phone as soon as I connect it.

“You could at
least answer politely,” she snaps, and I know this is going to
be one of those conversations where I’d rather have my nuts
castrated than listen to another moment of her vitriol.

I don’t
respond though, because she’s aiming for a fight and if I do,
it will fuel the flames. I find it completely ironic, a little bit
sad, and a whole lot unfair that she was the one that cheated on me,
and yet she’s the one that gets to act all offended when our
marriage crumbled. My mom once told me it was her guilt causing her
to act that way, but I can’t believe that for a moment. The
only thing Marissa was guilt stricken about was that she got caught
and it ruined her swank lifestyle when I kicked her to the curb.

After several
seconds of silence, she sighs. “I need some money.”

“No,” I
tell her, because this isn’t the first time she’s asked.
The bitch tried to sneak in a boob job after telling me she needed
the money to send Gabe to an expensive summer camp last year.

“It’s
for Gabe,” she whines.

“Nice try,”
I tell her firmly, glancing back at the photo of Number 3498 on my
computer screen. Those intelligent eyes seem to be boring into me,
seeing deep inside to the tribulations I suffer under Marissa’s
antipathy.

“I want to
take him on a trip,” she says quickly. “An educational
trip.”

Okay, this may have
some merit. I take Gabe a lot of places because I want him to be
educated and well traveled. “Where?”

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