Pussy Tales: A Story of Passion (Second Chapter +)

Pussy Tales: A Story of Passion (Second Chapter +)

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

What happens when you meet someone, who changes your life as you know it? Jasmine is a wife and mother, who is forced to make difficult decisions, when her husband abandons her and their children. When she searches for him, It appears that he has vanished from the face of the earth. (Or maybe he does not want to be found). During her search for her husband, Jasmine meets the most interesting man, Lorenzo, who introduces her to the lifestyle of being an escort; in the process, she discovers things about herself that she never knew she was capable of. Jasmine becomes intrigued by the money, the power and the sex, her new life brings (but sometimes things are not what it seems). What Jasmine discovers is what really matters in life . . .and she soon realizes that her life will never be the same again. Will Jasmine get played in the game or will she play it well enough to succeed?

Summary

What happens when you meet someone, who changes your life as you know it? Jasmine is a wife and mother, who is forced to make difficult decisions, when her husband abandons her and their children. When she searches for him, It appears that he has vanished from the face of the earth. (Or maybe he does not want to be found). During her search for her husband, Jasmine meets the most interesting man, Lorenzo, who introduces her to the lifestyle of being an escort; in the process, she discovers things about herself that she never knew she was capable of. Jasmine becomes intrigued by the money, the power and the sex, her new life brings (but sometimes things are not what it seems). What Jasmine discovers is what really matters in life . . .and she soon realizes that her life will never be the same again. Will Jasmine get played in the game or will she play it well enough to succeed?

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Submitted: June 12, 2010

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Chapter Two: The Introduction

It's kind of ironic how I met him, just when I needed a man in my life the most. He wasn’t the most attractive man I had ever met, but he appealed to me. He was intriguing. He was tall, had short dark brown hair, and small mustache. The smell of his cologne was so alluring. His eyes seemed to glisten in the lights which had filled the room. Something about him was very familiar, but yet very mysterious. He smiled intensely into my eyes. A small drop of sweat dripped from his neck then onto his shirt. I thought about how sexy he looked, and how I would love to lick the sweat from his neck if he asked me to.

“How could I be thinking about a stranger like this?” I asked myself trying to grip back into reality. There were some silence, and awkward smiles.

“I hope you don’t mind me joining you?” he asked. I shook my head no and was still smiling nervously. He looked like he was my age, in his early 30s. I could tell that he took care of himself. He was very muscular. I continued to study him. He had a small diamond stud earring in his left ear.

I could tell by looking at him that he was a man that was not afraid to take risks, and knew how to “take charge!”

I took two deep breaths trying to maintain my composure.

“Are you alright…I can leave if you like,” he insisted.

“No…I mean yes…I am alright…I am just a little taken back. Here I am in my own world, trying to deal with my situation, and here you are…its not a bad thing…believe me,” I managed to say.

"And here I am," he replied extending out his arms slightly from his sides.

I just nodded.

“Well, if there is anything I can do to help you just let me know,” he said as he sipped once more on his coffee, “Anything,” he said again looking very intense.

“My name is Lorenzo,” he said with a very engaging smile.

“Mine is Jasmine. It’s nice to meet you Lorenzo,” I said extending my hand out to him.

“The pleasure is ALL mine,” he responded grabbing firmly onto my hand.

We sat and drank coffee as we became more acquainted with each other. My eyes began to focus on his full lips and the details of his jaw line, which to me accentuated his masculinity. A blush colored his cheeks as my eyes inspected him. He fascinated me, because I had never really met anyone like him. I guess I always went for the “square types” always believing that was the safe way to go, but look at where being safe left me.

The more we talked, the more attractive he became to me. He had a presence of charm about him that made me want to forget about my situation and just run away with him and indulge in every drop of his existence. I felt a strange connection to him and I could tell he was feeling the same. He extended his hands to mine across the table. Soothed by his touch, I embraced his hands with mine. His hands were so huge, yet warm and comforting. They were all so sweaty, and I loved it!

My mind began to race as I thought about how he would taste. I wanted to taste the sweat from the palms of his hands and fingertips and imprint them onto my tongue ever so deeply. I ran my hands across his hands and saw small patches of hair on his wrist and arms, and that turned me on even more. We spent two hours talking, holding hands and just embracing each others’ presence. It was a long day for both of us. And I needed to go home.

Despite how good he made me feel, I was tire -I wanted to know more about him, but it was time to go home. We continued to talk as Lorenzo walked me to my car.

He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and then wrote his cell phone number on the paper. I ripped off the other side of the paper and wrote my number and handed it to him.

As I searched through my purse for my car keys, I could see Lorenzo was becoming inpatient as he bit down on his bottom lip. Just when I was about to tell him that he did not have to wait for me to find my keys, he pushed me against the door and kissed me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I felt his tongue parting my lips.

I twirled around my tongue in his mouth as he began to suck my tongue then my bottom lip. It was so soft, but sweet. He tasted so good to me.

He grabbed me closer to him as we continued to kiss. And I could feel the bulge in his pants growing more as we kissed. I stood there stunned, but embraced that moment. I did not want that moment to end, but instead, I pulled away from him.

”Wow!” I stammered.

“You taste good,” he said.

I blushed then managed to get inside my car as he watched me drive off.

"I must be crazy!!! I am a married woman!!!” I thought as I drove away in my car. But reality settled in and I reminded myself that I was a married woman whose husband had run off. I was lost in thoughts about Lorenzo.

Once I finally got home I went straight into my room and closed the door behind me. Once in my room, I began to slowly unbutton my blouse.

Starting at the bottom and worked my way up. After fumbling with the last couple of buttons, I rested on my bed and closed my eyes as I softly caressed my nipples and breast. I thought about my meeting today with Lorenzo. I felt connected to him, and I knew that fate brought him into my life for a reason. The phone rang. I wondered if it was Lorenzo.

Still in a moment of self pleasure, I decided to let the call go to the answering machine. It was a message from my employer inquiring about when I would return to work. I suddenly felt an emptiness. I searched through my purse and found Lorenzo’s phone number. I stared at his number wondering if I should call so soon. I then turned and looked at my dresser and stared at Marcus’ picture.

Chapter Three: Never Too Late...

Apparently, I dozed off. It was 12am. I managed to get up from my bed.

"How could I have slept so long?" I thought as I walked around my room. I caught a glimpse of my answering machine, it read five messages.

“ How strange, I never heard the phone ring,” I decided not to check the messages because it was too late at night. My mind was still reeling from the thought of my chance meeting with Lorenzo. I smiled as I remembered the kiss that we shared.

I walked out of my room to check on my girls. My 10 year and my six year old were sleeping peacefully. My oldest Tara made sure she and Hailey, my youngest took a bath and went to bed.

"Have I lost myself? My children are now taking care of themselves because of neglect!" I hadn’t even told them the true reason they didn't see their daddy anymore despite them asking. I didn't have the guts to tell them or anyone the truth. I just told the girls that their daddy was on a business trip. I walked slowly into my room. Just seconds later my phone rang.

"Hello," Lorenzo said.

"Hello…" I responded.

"Is it too late to talk?" he asked.

"Never too late for you…" I responded playfully like a school girl.

There was a short silence…I sighed…and waited anxiously for his response.

"I really need to talk to you. I have been calling you all night," he said.

"About what?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you in person. Can I come over to your place tonight?" he asked.

"Ummm...I…why so late?" I stuttered.

"I just need to see you. That's not a crime. Is it?" he asked.

In my mind, I tried to imagine his sexy lips, and how good they made me feel. To my avail, I agreed that it was fine for him to come to my house in the middle of the night, but I assured myself that NOTHING would happen. (I just had to convince myself of that.)

I stayed on the phone giving him directions as he drove. A part of me was surprised that I was giving directions to a stranger to come to my house in the middle of the night. Thirty minutes later, after giving him directions and other details he finally arrived. I told him not to ring the bell because I did not want him to wake the girls.

I jumped up from my bed, glanced at myself just before I walked out of my room, then walked straight towards the front door where Lorenzo was standing. He had on the same clothing, same blue jeans and black polo shirt. But he still smelled good. One look into his eyes and I was on fire…or shall I say in heat.

I couldn't any longer put my feelings down, I looked him square in the eyes and said, "I have felt a connection to you since we met. But I was too shy to say anything and well, I didn't know how you felt about me."

He stared sternly into my eyes. I felt drained. At that moment, I wondered what he was thinking. His eyes trailed down my body. I was dressed only in my sheer night gown, no panties, and no bra. Maybe, I was just asking for trouble. No words were exchanged. Within a flip of one moment, we were kissing passionately in the doorway.

He smiled and placed his index finger on my lips to shut me up before I could say anything further, then held me in his arms.

I had known him for only one day, but felt so safe in his arms. For those few moments, I felt like I wanted to run away with him, almost as if our souls connected. I though about having a future with him and pictured myself being happy with him. The fantasy and the urge ran through my mind.

He smiled looking down at me as he held me close to him until our lips touched again. I wanted to take him right then and there. The throbbing of his cock pressed hard against my gown. He grabbed my ass pulling me closer into him. He devoured my lips, and I was his for the taking. His lips were softer than I had remembered and his cock pulsed harder and harder against my crotch. His hands wandered down my ass and legs. He slowly pulled up my gown until it was lifted above my waist.

Then I suddenly realized that we were still standing in the doorway. I took his hands and quietly guided him into my bedroom. He locked the door

behind him.

Once we were in my room, I sat on the bed; he followed closely behind me. I relaxed on my bed and gestured for him to follow me. He ran his hands down my thighs, slightly massaging them with his hands. His body was so warm as he rested next to me. My body felt so weak. I melted into his arms. He again ran his hands down my thighs. He positioned himself between my legs, and followed with slight kisses to each thigh with his lips.

I moaned as he continued to kiss my body. My body felt so sensitive to his touch that I began to shiver and squirm uncontrollably. I was nervous, but excited at the same time. He took off the remains of his clothing as I watched. Then sat me up to pull off my gown.

I began to moan as he began to concentrate again on pleasing me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

"Yes." I answered.

I closed my eyes and tightened my legs around him as he entered me. My whole body was in ecstasy. He lifted my ass up as he continued to penetrate me deeply. I was lost. Lost in the moment, and lost for words. His hot sweat felt so good against my skin, and this time I could taste the sweat in my mouth. He tasted so sweet to me.

Subconsciously, I began to moan loudly. He reminded me of the girls in the next room and then silenced me with a kiss. We were both coming close to an orgasm, but I didn't want it to end. That moment was so intense. I bit slightly into his arm with my teeth. He was stunned for a moment but them relaxed and held me again in his arms. The sex was amazing. The afterglow was even better.

I was speechless. I couldn't think. I was still nervous. All I was wondering was what he was thinking.

He smiled at me and asked, "Are you okay?" That's all that was on his mind.

We slept in each others' arms for a few hours. Then he left just before sun rise. I walked him to the front door. He kissed me lightly on my lips just before leaving. I stood in the doorway and watched him drive off.

I had literally made love to a stranger. I still didn't know anything about him, not even what he did for a living. Or even his last name.

Sometimes things are not always the way they seem. If only I knew then what I know now.

Chapter Four: The Offer...

The sun came up. It was a day that I felt so at peace within myself. A day that I did not think about loneliness. And I truly looked forward to starting a new chapter in my life.

I got the girls ready for school. Made them both cereal for breakfast and packed their lunch boxes for lunch then kissed the girls goodbye before they got on the school bus. I remember thinking about the hot night of passion I had with Lorenzo, thinking that it was only a dream. But in fact, it was very real.

I had not been to work in days. I decided I would go to work to try to talk to Principal Robinson about the reason I had not returned to work and had not returned any of her phone calls.

When I arrived at the school, I noticed that my personal belongings were packed into a box on my desk, and the principal asked to speak with me in her office, “I know what this mean,” I said to myself.

You’re right, I was fired, because I missed too many days of work.

I did not say very much to Principal Robinson, because she was right. And…I deserved it. Maybe working at a school was not the right place for me.

I returned to my desk to put the rest of my personal belongings into my box. It was a scary thought, being reminded of an unknown future, with no money and no direction.

On my way out, I noticed the media assistant Mr. Brown watching me leave my work area. He just stared at me as I walked out the front door of the school. To my luck all of the teachers were in their classrooms, and only one student was walking to her classroom from the restroom.

Once I got into my car, I began to panic. Then suddenly, a flood of tears rolled down my cheeks. I clasped my face into my hands and tried to hold back the tears, but my emotions were no match for what I was feeling.

“What am I doing? What am I going to do?” I cried as I cranked up my car.

Once I reached my house, I got out of my car and opened my front door; leaving the keys in the front door and the door cracked.

I walked over to the sofa to dwell in my sadness. I cradled myself into a fetal position, gripping onto my sofa pillow. My mind slowly slipped away from myself. For whatever silly reason, I dreamed about having a better life and perhaps with Lorenzo. A life where I could have peace of mind, for myself and for my family. And at that moment, I came to peace with myself about Marcus. And realized that sometimes you have to just let go.

The only question in my mind was, “how could I start over?” I just didn’t know how to do it.

A few hours later, I woke to the sound of a school bus and children chattering in front of my house. It was my girls getting off the school bus. I could hear my youngest Hailey and oldest Tara arguing at the front door.

I decided to let them open the door themselves, but that soon failed when I heard them pushing each other at the front door. I jumped up from the sofa and pulled them both into the house.

“What’s the problem? ” I said staring at them.

“Tara wouldn’t let me take the key out of the door! You left the key in the door mommy!” screamed Hailey with both hands on her hips.

Still very upset and thinking about my own situation, my eyes began to water. My oldest Tara noticed that I was upset.

“Mom are you okay?” she asked looking very concerned.

“I am fine sweetie, just go to your room and get ready for dinner in an hour,” I said softly and still trying to hold back my tears.

Tara and Hailey continued to push each other then ran into their room laughing.

An hour later, I called the girls into the dinning room to eat dinner.

After dinner, the girls went back into their room to finish their homework.

I sat in the living room watching reruns from the day’s talk shows that I missed. I thought to myself, “At least my life is not as bad as these people…or is it?”

A few hours later, my phone rang. It was Lorenzo.

“Hey babe. How ya doing?” he asked curiously.

“Not so hot…” I replied.

“What do you mean? Is it about last night?” he asked curiously.

“No…not that….that was actually the highlight of my day. I got fired from my job...and I don’t know what to do,” I cried trying to hold back my tears.

He was silent for a moment. Then he asked if he could come over to talk to me.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled

“Look, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…I just want to talk to you about working for me. I own my own business. You need money right?” he said.

“Yes,” I replied humbly.

“Then it’s settled, I’ll be over in an hour!!!”

About an hour later, Lorenzo arrived at my house just as he said. His eyes were gleaming and he had the biggest smile, almost looking child-like.

I immediately hugged him, and he welcomed my embrace. I felt so comfortable in his arms. And I thought that maybe I was beginning to really fall for this man.

His eyes were hungry as he glazed into mine. A quiver found itself on my lower lip and my heart began to race, as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him. He caressed my back with his hands and squeezed my ass tight as we kissed.

We walked into the living room holding hands.

He sat next to me and just smiled curiously looking into my eyes.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked.

“Because I want to make you an offer that you can not refuse,” he said with a charming smile.

“What is it?” I demanded.

Well, you know I said I own my own business right?” he proceeded.

“Yeah…” I said with a curious smile.

“Well, I want you to work for me,” he said.

“What kind of business?” I inquired.

He licked his top lip slowly, then looked away with a smirk on his face. Somewhere deeper inside him I knew he was thinking about what he was about to say, but on the surface he tried to hold back any apprehension.

“What?” I said, now pulling his face back to face mine.

He grabbed both of my hands and circled his fingers into my palms then stared into my eyes with a devilish grin as he kissed my hands softly.

“I want you to work for my escort service,” he said caressing my arms and hands.

“What?” I cried as I pulled my hands away from his.

“Don’t get upset. It’s not as bad as you think. There’s lots of money to make. Lots more than working at that school. Possibly more than your husband makes. You wouldn’t have to worry about money,” he explained.

My heart dropped. My mind was still functioning but I was confused and I didn’t know what to say.

That was a very difficult decision. Money was what I needed, although at what price do I compromise myself for money…


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