Author: eatu55

The sunlight from a crack between the heavy, room-darkening curtains crept across the pillow and began its rapid ascent up Carmen’s face. As it climbed her cheek, her eye twitched. She groaned then squinted. “Morning already?” She asked stretching and looking for the clock. Nine thirteen.

“Nine thirteen, shit!” She has not begun to pack for her flight home; the breakfast closes at ten and she is a sweaty mess. The TV is still on. She had fallen asleep to some old movie. They must be replaying it because she remembered this spot in the story.

Her iPhone fell out of the pocket when she threw off the robe. “Shit! Is the whole day going to go like this?” She wondered out loud. Then silently her thought continued, “probably not: once I fully wake up.” She put the iPhone on the desk by the tray with the dishes from her late dinner. She smelled the gelled meat juice and her mouth watered. Then she saw the note signed *Eduardo* and something else started to water. Read more »

After an exhausting day of negotiations, Carmen was back at her hotel room she had worked so hard to win a good price for the shareholders. As she put the key in the door, she recalled how she had gone round after round with the buyers. She thinks to herself, ’*Miss Carmen, you are proving to be a formidable Intellectual Property attorney*’.

She dropped her key, briefcase and purse on the the bed, picked up the phone and dialed 2222 for room service.

>“Yes, this is Carmen in room 3905, I would like to order dinner. I would like the petite filet mignon, medium rare with sautéed onions and mushrooms, fresh steamed green beans, baked potato with sour cream, a bottle of Perrier and a half bottle of Bordeaux…A half hour?…That’s fine. Thank you.”

Carmen started the shower. She to the door unbuttoning her silk blouse as she went. She opened the door and pushed out the security lock to hold it ajar. She had spent months at the hotel and felt quite safe on the 39th floor and besides, the last thing she needed today was to have to jump out of a steamy, relaxing shower to let in room service. Read more »

*Story background*:

I met Belle on a cam site. Among other things, we chatted about my writing hobby. She asked if I could write a story for her. She gave me this prompt:

>We are in a theatre. I know the manager. We have sex there.

It was still summer when I started writing and I wanted to make more of a complete date, so I imagined the walk to the cafe in an unnamed European city to start. I wasn’t sure how it would end, but walking home from a cafe seemed appropriate. The entire duration covered in the seven scenes is 10-12 hours.

Belle always impressed as someone with an artist’s soul. I imagined her seeing every expression as art. You see it in her doodling on the place mat in the first scene.

Another online acquaintance happens to own a theatre. Her online persona is dominatrix. I asked if she would like me to write her in. She was the idea behind Lilith. Everything in the story was imagined as I let the characters come to life. Read more »

With my eyes deprived of sight, my senses of hearing and smell became more acute. I noticed a hint of musk near my head as the blindfold was being adjusted. I could also hear the rustling of the fabric in her satin dress as she moved behind me on the bench.

Belle continued kneading my balls. When I began to show signs of ejaculation again, she said, “Mother, now!” Simultaneously, I felt the pinch of clamps on my hardened nipples and a slap on my cock, followed by a tug on my balls. My senses were overloaded. I was totally distracted by momentary pain; another mere dribble emerged from my throbbing penis. Then I heard the *snap* of a leather collar closing around my stretched scrotum, keeping my balls very tight and far from my body.

Lilith watched for my breathing to near normal, an indication the pain had begun to subside. She put her hands behind my shoulders and lifted me up to sitting. With my wrists no longer pinned behind my back, she untied my sleeves. I couldn’t believe how cramped my upper arms felt from being immobilized the past half hour. I let my hands fall to my sides and shook them. She dropped my shirt off to the side then eased my head back into her lap and tickled my upper arms lightly with the backs of her fingernails. Read more »

After a long moment’s pause, I replied, “Filled me in? I’m not too sure.”

“Well never mind. You are our guest tonight. Come here, my dear,” she said looking at Belle.

“Yes, Mother,” she stepped down from her platform. She gracefully floated 5 steps and stepped up to the other platform. She turned and faced me and said, “I call her mother but we are not related. I was an artist displaying my work in the plaza. She passed me many times going to and from the market.

“One autumn day she passed by earlier than usual and saw me rolling my bedding. She paused and asked me where my paintings and sketches were. I told her they would be out before she returned.

“‘I want to study them more closely,’ she said nodding as she went her way. I set up my easels and leaned pieces against the wrought-iron fence as usual. By the time she returned the sun was dropping behind the buildings. I was shrugging in my shawl and thinking about putting away my wares and finding a warm place to sleep, but I knew she would come back so I waited.” Read more »

Number 4 flashed on screen then dissolved into a blue dot that fell to the right corner of the screen just as his lips were finding her moist pussy.

“Number 4. That’s us,” I whispered.

She immediately rolled off me, stood and grabbed my hands, “Let’s go, let’s go!” She led me to the door at the right front of the theatre just below where the blue dot on the screen stopped.

When we got near the door I heard the heavy *clunk* of an electronic lock releasing the door. It slowly opened toward us. When we stepped across the threshold, the door released and quickly closed leaving us in total darkness. We were completely surrounded by sound-sucking, light-absorbing, floor-to-ceiling velvet curtains. The lock *clunked* and Belle wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me tight.

“Are you ready for something new?” She whispered, again up on her toes to be near my ear.

“If you will be there with me, sure,” I reply as I search and again find her warm, welcoming lips.

She turned and reached away from the door and found the break in the curtains. She slipped through then pulled me through as well. “We’re in. Let’s go have some fun!” Read more »

We approached the ticket window where an older gentleman was reading today’s paper. “Ahem. Two please.” I said.

He tapped the 2 on his screen and said, “That’s 30 Euro.” He looked at Belle then tapped the 4 on his screen. “Your number tonight is 4. When it flashes on the screen, look for a blue light to direct you to your next room.” He nodded as I gave him 3 bank notes.

She was tugging at my elbow excitedly even before our tickets fully emerged below the window. “Number 4. Let’s get inside so we don’t miss anything.” She said.

The lobby was nothing more than a hallway with arches on either side that lead to balconies and three doors that opened to the aisles on the main floor. Above the arch to the right were large numbers: 1 – 2 – 3. Over the left arch were 6 – 7 – 8. If these numbers mean what I think they mean, I expect to see 4 & 5 inside on the main level.

“Let’s try this one,” she said, pointing to the middle door. I pulled the handle. We quietly slipped into the dark space. I held her close for a few moments while our eyes adjusted. Read more »